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𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐘 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 | dbf!Joel Miller x reader

summary | you're stranded, you need help—of course, Joel Miller is your savior.

content warning | listen. i wrote this in 3 hours, idk what to say. i had a thot and it went from there. its completely p w/o p, dbf!joel, age gap, moodboard is for aesthetic and reader is mostly not described aside from hair long enough to be put up, unhinged popsicle eating, eye-fucking, public-ish unprotected p in v car sex. listen i'm on my period rn don't look at me and thank you for my love, my twin, @chaotic-mystery for constantly supporting my gremlin behavior

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Out of all the people you had the chance of running into—of course it was Joel.

The chances were slim, but not impossible. You knew his work schedule well enough, similar to that of your fathers. He worked early mornings into the late evening, taking his commute home just as the sun was starting to set.

You gripped the gas can in one hand as you made your way down the side road, the other hand placed over your eyes like a visor to block the sun away. You didn’t even have a cell signal out here, so the walk seemed fruitless.

But, you had to find a gas station.

You thought you could make it home, which was clearly poor judgment, and the hair falling from the haphazardly tied knot on top of your head was sticking to your neck, eyes squinting as the truck pulled up next to you.

“Now, darlin’—the hell are you doin’ out here in the middle of nowhere?” Joel asks, the blast of AC hitting you in the face as he rolls down the window, arm leaned over the console as he looked you over.

It was clear you’ve been out here longer than you should and Joel doesn’t even take a second to hesitate before he’s popping the handle on the passenger door and inviting you inside the cooler cabin of his truck.

“Where are you comin’ from?” He asks, shifting the truck into drive before he rests his palm over the gear shift.

“A friend, I thought I had enough gas to make it home but,” You shrug, waving vaguely at your car parked on the side of the road as he drives by.

What took a fifteen minute walk to where Joel had picked you up was only a minute or so drive back. Joel looks at you wearily and turns up the AC, blasting the stray hairs away from your face but the immediate burst of cold feels like absolute heaven.

“Grab a water out of my cooler, sweetheart,” He gestures with a thumb over his shoulder and you scramble, leaning over the center console with your ass popped up in the air.

Joel assumed it had to have been a pool party, the skirt covering your bottom half doing nothing to hide the thin, strappy bikini bottoms you wore underneath.

Joel doesn’t mean to stare, but he’s worried that you might hurt yourself, his hand reaching out to wrap around your calf in an effort to keep you steady.

A subtle smirk plays at the corner of your mouth as you reach for the water inside the cooler and pop your head back up, your ass grazing his hand on the way down as you twist back into your seat.

Little touches were never a big thing with you two, normal and constant and nothing unusual.

A hand on your shoulder at family cookouts, his hands engulfing yours as he popped open the cap on your beer, a squeeze of his hand at the back of your neck when he hugged you after a month or two of not seeing you around your father’s house due to college or work, whatever was keeping you so busy. He didn’t try to pry, but you’ve been around less and less with each passing summer—so this unsuspecting time with you, he didn’t mind. It was nice.

Really nice.

You twist at the cap and take a drink of the water, so thirsty that it starts to drip out of your mouth, a small droplet down your chin, reaching your chest and down the center of your breasts.

“It ain’t goin’ nowhere,” Joel jokes, squinting his eyes as he hides the growing grin on his face with his usual frown.

“Sorry, being out in that heat like that…” You take a breath, recalling the bottle and putting it in the drink holder, “I just feel so stupid for thinking I could make it.“

When the street lights come into view, you know you're closer to actual civilization. And, just as Joel takes a right on the next intersection you stop at, there it was.

“It happens,” Joel comforts, “but you were lucky I was drivin’ home—can’t even think about what could have happened if I didn’t pass by.”

Joel pulls into the gas station and turns off the ignition.

“Well,” You flash a bright smile, squeezing at his shoulder—he’s got on a dark shirt plastered with the logo of the construction company he worked for, faded and slightly damp from his own sweat, “you did and I’m thankful for it, Joel.”

“Hand it over,” Joel motions toward the gas can, “I’ll fill ‘er up for you.”

“Joel, you don’t have to—“

Joel tilts his head toward the gas can at your feet, eyebrows raised and hand held out expectantly.

“Just hand it over.”

You sigh softly and relent, reaching between your legs to grab the plastic jug, knowing of the eyes that drag down your spine from the open back of your top, tied just as your neck and the side of your breasts spilling out of your swim top.

Joel knows a snag, just a simple hook of his fingers would send them spilling out into the cool air, nipples perked up under the mesh fabric of your top and—

“Joel.”

Joel’s eyes pull up suddenly, his face flushed but he’s lucked out by the redness of hot, summer heat on his face.. He clears his throat and grabs the gas can.

“Be right back,” He tells you, “stay put, alright?”

“And where would I go?” You retort playful, “I’m sure you’d find me again anyways.”

Joel chuckles to himself with a shake of his head as he departs into the store, handing a ten to the clerk before he takes a quick glance back at you, fanning yourself with your hand and chugging down another swig of water.

“Actually,” Joel pauses for a moment, holding a finger up as he lingers down the aisle toward the freezer and grabs out two popsicles, hoping that would quell some of the heat, even if for a moment—plus, he knew you had quite the sweet tooth, “there, just put whatever’s left on the pump and I’ll use that to fill it up.”

The clerk nods and scans the items, handing Joel off the receipt and he’s half jogging back toward his truck—quick to toss you the keys and the two popsicle’s he’d bought.

“What is this?” You ask cheerfully, eyes lighting up as they plopped into your lap.

Joel kept the driver's side open as he filled up the gas can, watching as you peeled eagerly at the popsicle, the red dye immediately dripping down your fingers as you pulled away the plastic.

“Just throw it on the floorboard—I’ll clean it up later,” Joel notes as you look around, placing the lid back on the gas can before climbing back into the truck, “you mind openin’ mine?”

You place the cherry flavored popsicle between your lips with an eagerness that forces Joel to look away, the sound of you peeling away plastic in his ear as he pulls out of the gas station and makes his way back toward your car.

“Thank you, baby,” He says casually—not all that odd either, he’s got a million nicknames for you, some trickier to let slip around others but there was an unspoken agreement. You never minded, never cared.

He was only ever Joel to you and he didn’t mind that either.

“Of course,” You smile, before dragging your tongue along the bottom of the popsicle and back up, sinking it back between your lips.

Joel just bites at it, not one to savor things very often.

You giggle and roll your eyes, the popsicle tip just as the edge of your lips before Joel is looking over at you curiously, ignoring the red stain of popsicle on your tongue as it peeks out.

“What?”

“Just—you’re not even trying to enjoy it, Joel.”

“It’s meant to be eaten, right?”

“It’s hot—it’s a cold treat, you’re supposed to make it last a little. Come on,” You hold the popsicle out for demonstration before licking up the side, sinking your lips back down in a show that was more for yourself, knowing how he constantly looked at you—if Joel chokes on the bite of flavored ice in his mouth you don’t see it.

It wasn’t a secret, how he looked at you. It’s been a few years since you left for college and teetering that line, nearing your mid-twenties now it seemed like it had only gotten more and more obvious. Joel’s never made his own advances aside from the one time your drunken state made you a little too confident, sliding between his legs at one of your family parties late at night, pressing a kiss right against his lips that ended far too quickly.

He did kiss you back though, you do remember that.

“Alright, alright,” Joel waves his hand at you nonchalantly, “you can cut that out.”

You raise an eyebrow, feeling the sticky sweet juice slip down your fingers as the popsicle starts to melt, nearly finished as Joel had already downed his own.

“I’m just eating the popsicle,” You brush him off, “that you bought me—“

“You know what I’m talkin’ about, sweetheart.”

You do, but that half second of lingering pause makes Joel worry he has read the situation completely wrong.

“What? Do you not like it?” You tease him, “Doesn’t it turn you on, Joel?”

You finish up the last bit before tucking the stick into the plastic and back on the ground, suddenly realizing the red dye had stained the front of your top, causing a frown to form on your face as you rubbed at the material.

“Shit,” You curse, ignoring the heated look on Joel’s face at your words, practically oblivious with the sudden distraction. You pull at the tie on the back of your top and bunch up the fabric as you stuff it between your lap, meeting Joel’s half-dumbstruck look as he tries to keep his eyes on the road but also can’t draw his eyes away from you, “what—I got it all over my shirt?”

Joel pulls to the side of the road in an instant, forcing the truck into park, “What are you playin’ at?”

You look at him with confusion, narrowing your eyes.

“What? Why did you pull over?”

“What are the chances of me findin’ you out here? On this road?” He raises his eyebrows expectantly, “Hm?”

You feign innocence for a few seconds before you cave, smiling with a devilish glint, resting your chin in your hand as you lean against the center console, your bikini top doing nothing to cover the plump of your breasts as the press against the fabric.

“Well, I mean—I figured they were pretty likely but—“

“Is your car even out of gas?”

You chew at your bottom lip thoughtfully, eyes tilting upwards in thought—truth…lie.

Joel seemed set on getting the truth. So, you give it to him.

“No, but I had you going, didn’t I?”

Joel is silent for too long and you raise your eyebrows in question before Joel reaches forward, tugging at the lever under his seat to send him scooting back.

“Come here,” It’s simple. An instruction.

But the look on his face—the intimidation shakes you to your core.

“Now, don’t back off,” Joel challenges, “it’s what you wanted, right?”

“As if you don’t want it either,” You counter, “you’ve been eye-fucking me since I got in your truck.”

Joel doesn’t even deny it, only waits. A simple nod of his head in a gesture for you to climb over and into his lap.

So, you do.

His hands immediately find your thighs and push up the denim skirt, your own hands resting at your sides as you scoot until your cunt is pressed up against the hard line of his zipper, the denim of his jeans so sensitive against your bare skin, feeling like all your senses were dialed up.

“We do this,” Joel starts, “there’s no going back. So, I need you to think if you really want this or—“

You surge forward, forcing the back of his head into the headrest as you swallow his words in a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss, tongues clashing with the taste of sugary sweetness.

“Gotta be quick,” Joel tells you, his words lost on deaf ears as your hands drag down his front, inhaling the faint scent of his cologne, the ironic freshness despite having worked in the heat all day, “can I fuck you, baby? S’that too much to ask?”

You shake your head, peppering soft kisses against his lips, along his jaw, feeling his fingers reach for each tie at your hips and pull, his hand immediately sliding over your cunt, cupping you with the warmth of his palm.

“Get it out, baby—got my hands a little busy right now.”

The heat in his words makes your pussy clench, but your hands move even faster, dragging over the front of his jeans and pulling at the zipper swiftly and Joel lifts his hips enough to get them down his thighs but that was it, hissing at the instant your hand closes around his cock.

“You got a problem with me fuckin’ you like this?” Joel asks, a true gentleman, but you roll your eyes. “Don’t even know why I asked—you’ve been beggin’ for it.”

You tilt your head, smiling at him playfully before you lick at your fingers and taste the remaining sticky sugar before pressing them along the center of your cunt, mixed with the already growing slick—Joel nudges at your entrance as you watch, the tip of his cock notched against your hole and your pussy quivers with the anticipation as he drags his cock up, down, up, before sliding in all at once.

It’s slow, but intense. Your eyes close, brow drawing together as he pulls you further and further down his cock.

“Open,” He breathes out, “open your eyes and look at how you’re takin’ me, baby.”

You blink quickly, grabbing onto his bicep for purchase as you look down, his hands squeezing at the tops of your thighs as he admired, watching the way his cock has you on the edge of near tears—a mix of overwhelming emotion and intense sensation.

Joel pulls at your top gently and it falls without much struggle, he bunches the material up and tosses it aside with your bottoms, massaging the swell of your tits under his palms as you rock your hips slowly, hearing the soft grunt behind his closed lips as you lean into his touch.

Flicking his thumb over your nipples, he admires the way the nubs hardered, like he’d imagine earlier—he tries not to dwell on how you both got here, like it wasn’t years of built up tension finally crumbling underneath you both.

“Don’t be shy,” He tells you, “take whatever you need, baby.”

As does he, leaning forward to press his lips against your breast, tongue lapping over the pert nipple before he sucks it into his mouth, drawing a soft sigh out of you.

You lift your hips, in time with the hand of his own that drops to your side to quicken your pace, “Wanna take my time with you but we can’t,” Joel admits, “gotta get home.”

You nod, knowing he had his own responsibilities as a father—you don’t argue, placing your hands against the headrest and raising your hips nearly off of his cock before sinking back down quickly, keeping that pace for as long as your body will allow, shared breaths into each others mouth as he hands travel from your tits to your face, the largeness of his palms engulfing your face as he brings his lips to your mouth again, again, soft whispers of words you know he doesn’t mean. Promises you know are fleeting and easy to break.

You couldn’t be with him, but you would take whatever this is.

“Just like that, baby,” He murmurs, grunting harshly into your ear as you tuck your head into his neck, his hand buried into the hair at the back of your head as you sink down onto his cock desperately, crying out into the side of his throat as he snaps his hips roughly, hitting so deep inside of you it makes you clench, biting down gently on his skin, “I feel it, I felt it.”

You snake your hand between your legs, finding your clit quickly and rubbing over the swollen nub, and Joel can tell by the neediness in your tone, moans broken into his skin as he fucks into you, haphazardly scanning the road for any passing cars—but he knew this place was always deserted, a shitty road that no one ever took.

Not even you, but today—it wasn’t a coincidence.

“That’s right, baby,” Joel sighs, head thrown back as he groaned out, “gon’ let me use this pussy, yeah?”

You nod instinctively, willing to agree with whatever Joel asked.

“Wanna fill her up,” Joel admits, forcing you to lift your head and look at him, head tilted down slightly to meet your eyes, “that alright, darlin’?”

You nod again, but coherent this time.

He loosens the reins completely by then, practically hauling you over his shoulder as he pounds into you, encourage the hand on your clit as he squeezes a handful of your ass under his palm, marking the skin with a few firm slaps that has you moaning out loudly into the sacred space of the truck.

“Joel, please—“ You gasp, “I’m gonna—right there,”

“I know, baby. I know.” He says softly, but the strain in his voice is obvious, groaning through clenched teeth as your orgasm crests, warmth spreading as you gush over his cock, the momentary bliss of sensation making your forget where you were, suddenly wishing that this had been a little less impulsive, wondering how Joel would treat you within the walls of his bedroom, buried in the sheets of his bed.

When Joel comes, it’s intense. His hands squeezing at your waist hard, his hips jerking out of rhythm as he stills you, coming inside of you with a deep groan, pulling you in for a frenzied kiss, laughing at how your faces uncoordinatedly press together, your nose smushed against his own and he kisses at the tip of your own as you pull away, his hair messier than when you started from your insistent grabbing and pulling during the heat of your orgasm.

He looked a complete mess, actually.

“You okay?” He asks after a long pause, his hand rubbing at your back, cock still buried inside you on the side of an empty road.

“Mhm,” You nod drearily.

“Baby, you gotta drive home now.” He tells you and you know—it doesn’t make it any easier, though. “Don’t pull this shit again, alright?”

If he’d see it any other way you would have flinched, but it was soft and comforting—not a warning.

“You need somethin’, you come knockin’ on my door.”

And you know he means it.

“Okay, I will.”

“Swear,” That was an order, “I need to hear it.”

“I swear.” You reply quietly.

Joel doesn’t push you away, though.

If anything, he savors the few moments he has in this dreamy afterglow, a taste of what could be—but you both know never will.

divider creds: @/cafekitsune

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kisseobie · 7 months ago

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Hello🫣🫣 may I request p1harmony reaction to you wearing something short/revealing when going out clubbing? Thank youuu☺️☺️

p1harmony reacting to you wearing revealing clothes

pairings: ot6 p1harmony x reader

warnings: suggestive

tags: established relationships, clingy piwon, the boys are.. boys, clubbing, drinking (aged up for seobsoul), non idol au

a/n: it’s funny bc i was JUST reading an exact post like this a few minutes ago so anon if u were the same person who sent @ntoniac a request for the same thing i hope i can do it justice bc hers had me giggling and kicking my feet .. ANYWAYS! once again i apologize for slow updates i unfortunately am a student amidst a depressive episode soooooo it takes me a bit longer to write :( i hope u all can understand

𖧷 keeho

is honestly so cheesed. the type to insist to take pictures of you on his phone before you two actually make your way out, already mentally planning out which photo he’s gonna use in his next photo dump. is always super grabby with his hands, but its somehow amplified tonight. constantly has his arm lazily perched on your shoulder, and he often whispers cute little compliments into your ear every now and then. doesn’t really mind when people approach you to talk to you, doesn’t even necessarily care when said people make quick glances at your cleavage and the short length of your skirt. you two have an immense level of trust in your relationship, so he’s not one to feel insecure when people admire his girl. i can see kyo as the type to drag you onto the dance floor too, just so he can spin you around and feel your ass rub against the frontside of his jeans. eventually does end up posting those photos he took of you earlier on instagram, but not without captioning it something like “that’s all me”

𖧷 theo

doesn’t care about how short and tight your mini dress is, just wants it off of you by the end of the night. when you first skipped into the living room, beaming as you showed off your outfit of choice to him, theo had to hold himself back from kissing you silly. just like keeho, the simple concept of his girlfriend wearing a revealing outfit doesn’t make him super possessive, but he does make himself known to onlookers as your boyfriend in other ways, whether that be holding your drink and purse for you without you even asking him to, or sneaking up behind you to pepper kisses along your neck when your in the middle of conversation with someone. he makes his presence known but also wants to ensure that you have a carefree, enjoyable night without feeling like you have to tend to your boyfriend the entire time. taeyang definitely does admire your cleavage when he gets the chance too though, shamelessly stares at your chest and just giggles in reply when you scold him for doing so… loves to flirt with you even more than he usually does tbh

𖧷 jiung

is the overly possessive boyfriend that will whine and beg you to change. in reality, he doesn’t actually expect you to change your outfit, but lets you know (whilst pouting) that although you look hot and he wants to devour you, he also is very nervous about the unwanted attention you might get. it’s not a bad thing really! jiung just wants to be the only man that gets to see you in such a tiny top. although he might complain at first, you don’t miss the obvious blush on his face, silently signaling to you that he secretly loves when you dress this way. he’s not a very touchy person, but that doesn’t mean that he won’t interlock your fingers the entire night, even giving your hand gentle squeezes when you give someone else a little too much attention for his liking. glares at anyone who might whistle at you or even just look in your general vicinity for a bit too long. quickly shuts down offers himself from other guys that have the balls to ask you to dance. yeah, your not being let out of his sight looking that good. he’s just obsessed with you and wants you all to himself, sorry!

𖧷 intak

actually is the one who helps you pick out your outfit! tak himself wants to spend the night out showing off his beautiful girlfriend so he purposely convinces you to wear the shortest denim skirt you own, paired with an equally revealing spaghetti strap crop top. comes up behind you when your adjusting your outfit in the mirror to wrap his arms around your waist and perch his chin on your right shoulder, shooting down any concerns you might have about your outfit being kind of “whorish” (your words, not his!). is your personal hype man. you look good and he’s gonna make you feel good. loves to watch you on the dance floor from a nearby barstool, having the time of your life with your friends. after you’ve tired yourself out, you walk towards him to join him at the bar and he doesn’t miss the opportunity to eye your entire body from top to bottom and let out an obnoxious whistle. he’s sooooo sweet frat boy coded… definitely asks if he can take a body shot off of you whilst winking and you just roll your eyes in response. when he ends up drunk out of his mind and you have to drag him inside your shared cab, he’s mumbling the sweetest praises to you before he falls asleep against your shoulder

𖧷 soul

doesn’t really have much to say, but his body language speaks for itself. like most of piwon, his possessiveness is at a minimum, and like intak, he loves when you feel confident enough to dress this way. maybe it’s the introvert in him, but he lives vicariously through your bold outfit choices. loves to give you kisses on your exposed collarbone as he smoothens out a crease on your silk skirt. he also loves the way your stomach peeks out of your cropped top, and he holds onto your waist when kissing you to circle his thumbs on the area. stares at you lovingly the entire night, and doesn’t falter when your eyes meet every now and then. he comes up to you towards the end of the night and whispers into your ear about how he thinks you look so pretty and that he loves this outfit. you definitely end up seeing a more vocal side of him when the alcohol kicks in, and you swoon at how lovey dovey his words are. he just wants you to feel pretty and confident and he ends up succeeding in proving that to you! makes really bad attempts at flirting which ends up in the pair of you laughing your asses off. overall shota makes you feel beautiful and you make mental notes to bring him out wearing revealing clothes more often

𖧷 jongseob

djsjdkajdjsj i have to write my boyfriend as clingy as possible. he’s definitely the type of boyfriend to sit on the end of your bed, aimlessly scrolling on his phone and taking little peeks at you every now and then while you’re doing your makeup on your vanity. when you finish your makeup and go to your closet to change into the tiny little dress you’ve chosen for the evening, you’re honestly a bit nervous as to how your boyfriend will react to how bodycon and short the attire is, but you look and feel hot and that encourages you to step out in front of him. he notices your presence right away and looks up at your face, then chest, then thighs, and then turns off and tucks his phone into his back pocket and grabs at you to sit on his lap. gives you the sweetest kiss imaginable and pulls away to look at you with disbelief. asks you something along the lines of “how did i get so lucky?” and his hands run all over the material of your dress. his boldness is new but very welcome and he spends a good while complimenting you, asking you where you bought this dress, and playing with your hair with a smug grin on his face. gets soooo excited to take you out and wastes no time in calling an uber so he can show you off to the world. feels like he’s on cloud 9!

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b14augrana · 5 months ago

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Scrubber

Before you fly out for the Spain camp, you make the most of your ‘last day’ in Barcelona

Barça Femení x teen!reader

pt. 5 masterlist

Warnings: ✖️

A/N: a bit of a longer update than usual, but here’s the fridolina content people have been waiting for 🐾 sorry about this being a bit boring, it ends up being like that when bebita isn’t playing a game and making crazy tackles, but it’s not too far away from happening 💝

“Ale, you liar! You said we were leaving today!” you grumbled, wheeling your suitcase back to your room. Your backpack landed with a thud on the ground beside the suitcase, and you trudged back to the woman in the living room. “Don’t twist my words. I just told you to pack so you’re prepared for when we do leave, since you like to leave things till the last minute.”

“We’ve still got to walk downtown with all the trophies, chiquita,” Alexia added.

“So then when are we leaving?” you asked, and she responded with, “Tomorrow night… maybe. Remember, you’ve got school today as well. You wouldn’t had time to pack anyways and I did you a favour.”

“Whatever, I get it. Can we go now? Where’s Irene?” you said, walking out of your bedroom with Alexia. You two entered the kitchen and saw Irene sitting on the couch, eating a bowl of cereal.

“Ireeni,” you exclaimed, basically jumping onto the couch. She clutched her almost-empty bowl and laughed, “I could’ve spilled my cereal, nenita.”

“There‘s barely anything in it,” you replied, rolling your eyes and shuffling closer to her.

You were really tired for some reason. The fatigue of the last few days was seemingly catching up to you, and all you wanted to do was crawl into bed and stay there. Alexia wouldn’t let you do that though. She wanted you to come and walk with the trophy you helped the team earn, but you thought she was just giving you way more credit than what was due at that point.

“Ale, I didn’t even do much to be carrying the trophy!” you argued, but she looked at you with an eyebrow raised and a small smile. “Don’t be silly, you’re too humble. You did everything.”

“(Y/N), Fridolina said she is going to pick you up from here and take you downtown for breakfast,” Irene said, looking up from her phone.

You nodded happily. Fridolina was one of your most favourite people in the world. You always looked forward to café dates with her in downtown Barcelona, and she knew you better than you knew herself. She was like a mother to you.

A knock rung through the house, and you almost slipped while sprinting to the door. You wrenched it open and revealed the tall Swede on the other side of the door, smiling down at you. “Frido!”

“Hi kärlek, how are you?” the woman asked, engulfing you in a hug. “I’m good. I’ll just grab my shoes and then we can go, vale?”

“Vale,” Fridolina laughed. As you ran to your room to grab a pair of sneakers, she spoke to Irene and Alexia for a little bit. “Okay, I’m ready,” you said, emerging from your bedroom.

Fridolina waved goodbye to Irene and Alexia. You turned around and said goodbye to them as well, and then you walked out of Irene’s apartment. You two took the elevator down to the complex parking lot, and while you were stepping out of the elevator, you spoke. “Where are we going today, Frido?”

“Our usual spot. I figured you might want one of their pastries to get you going,” she smiled, opening up the door to her car, “Oh, by the way, I’m taking you to school today. I just talked about it with Irene and Alexia.”

You sat in the passenger seat, stretching out your legs, “That’s cool. Can I stay at your house tonight? I’ve been at Irene’s all week,” you asked. Fridolina nodded as she started up her car and reversed out of the car park. “Do you have clothes?”

“Oh shit, that reminds me… I have to go tomorrow. My suitcase is at Irene’s!” you exclaimed with a groan.

“It’s okay, you can always sleep over another time. That doesn’t mean you can’t stay for a bit, I can drop you off to Irene’s if you want to hang around,” Fridolina suggested.

“Perfect. Gracías, Frido!”

The rest of the car ride consisted of small conversations and a bit of singing along to the radio until Fridolina found a parking spot on the side of the street. You hopped out of the car and skipped around to the other side, then you walked into the café with Frido.

“So, how are you feeling? Are your legs alright after all those tackles?” the Scandi asked as you two sat down at a table, “I always forget you’re only 16.”

“My legs are alright for the most part. I guess the win cancels out all the bruises and grazes,” you giggled in response.

Fridolina smiled at you and added, “I’m glad you’re feeling well. You really impressed us all last Saturday. You kept us in the game.”

Your cheeks flushed a pale pink and you looked down at the table, smiling shyly, “It was all Aitana. She gave us the momentum.”

You examined the menu and tried to decide what to order. Frido discussed it with you and when you two settled on your orders, you went to the cashier and bought the food.

You had ordered a couple of almond croissants, an Earl Grey tea, and a grilled cheese. Fridolina got a coffee with a Boston cream donut on the side. While going extremely slowly, you walked over to the table with your food in hand and Fridolina’s in the other. As you placed it down and got back in your seat, she spoke.

“So, are you excited for the Olympics?” she asked, stirring her coffee and taking a sip. You took a bite out of your grilled cheese and nodded, saying between a mouthful, “Really excited.”

It was your first ever Spain call-up. Most people were a bit surprised as they expected you to have experience playing with Spain’s youth teams, and you received invites to the teams, but since you started playing for Barcelona at such a young age, your agent told you to turn them down. Somehow he knew that you’d get a call-up to the senior team not long after, and he was right.

You confided in Mapi, asking her about what she thought was the best decision to make since she had withdrawn from the national team. Despite the new management and Mapi’s reassurance you still weren’t completely sure, but you pushed it aside for the opportunity to win Olympic gold.

“What if we verse each other, Frido?” you said, thinking about the possibility. The Swede placed her cup of coffee down and leaned back in her chair and responded, “Then you treat me like any other opponent.”

“But you’re Frido, not any other opponent,” you replied.

“To you I’m Frido, but to the rest of your team I’m the rival, and they’re trying to beat me. You aren’t playing for Barcelona at the Olympics, you’re playing for Spain,” she said with a smile, taking a little bite out of her donut. She offered you some, but you declined with a quiet ‘thank you’.

As you two ate your meals, your conversation switched from that of football to more general things up until you finished your food and decided to go home. You considered going back with Frido, but you didn’t want to get too tired and annoy Alexia the next morning, when you couldn’t wake up in time, so you didn’t say anything and let her take you home.

Frido walked you to Irene’s apartment and knocked on the door. When Irene opened the door, she was met with you standing beside the Scandi, smiling brightly with both your arms wrapped around one of Frido’s. “Nenita, you’re back,” Irene exclaimed.

“I hope she didn’t blow too much of your money, Fridolina,” Irene continued with a laugh, and Fridolina laughed as well, shaking her head. “Don’t worry, she’s learning the value of it.”

“Bye bye kärlek,” Frido said, wrapping you in a warm hug. You hugged her back tightly, saying goodbye and running inside while her and Irene said bye to each other. “Where’s Ale? I thought she was staying for the day,” you spoke, flopping onto the couch.

“The trophy walk, remember? She’s meeting Fridolina, Patri and Sandra at headquarters,” Irene explained.

“Why aren’t you with them?” you questioned, looking at her with a confused expression.

“Because we’re going together. Come on, get your ‘Movem El Món’ shirt and get in the car,” the Basque replied, shaking her car keys. You completely forgot about the trophy walk and you were kinda hoping Irene forgot about it as well so you wouldn’t have to go, but you trudged to your room and snatched up the shirt anyways.

“Don’t think I’ve forgotten about your school either!” Irene yelled from the living room. That was another thing you wish she had forgotten but the one thing you know she’d never forget.

The trophy walk was pretty straightforward. Alexia thrusted the Champions League into your arms and made you parade down the street with the silverware, showing it off. You did enjoy it, but it wasn’t worth the ache in your shoulders.

Irene let you skip your classes, and she took you straight home. She could see the exhaustion in your eyes, and she didn’t want you to suffer the consequences of being tired and unable to wake up when Alexia came to pick you up the next morning.

You skipped dinner, instead beelining straight to your room. You felt like a zombie, but you liked that kind of tiredness — it made sleeping feel way better than usual. As soon as your head touched the pillow, you were sound asleep.

Irene even did your Hay Day login for you.

Alexia had been the one to ruin your sleep since Irene had opted to travel with Mariona and Sandra. She shook you gently and was very surprised when she didn’t have to bang pots and pans. “Nena, I made breakfast for you. Come out when you’re ready, vale?”

You nodded slowly and rolled over, pulling the duvet to your chin and sighing deeply. At that point you were fully awake, you just wanted to soak up the warmth of your sheets.

You sat up on your bed, rubbing your eyes. You looked directly at the poster of Vidić stuck on your wall, your eyes lingering on it for a moment longer than usual. You looked at the picture of him holding up the UCL, knowing you felt the same euphoria just a few days ago as you held the trophy for the same title, all because you managed to capture his essence and make it part of your play style. It was amazing what a notable inspiration could do for you.

You emerged out of your room and sat at the bench, resting your head in the palm of your hand as Alexia pushed a plate of strawberry-topped waffles towards you with a smoothie. “Our flight has been rescheduled. We have to be at the airport in a couple of hours, sí?”

You nodded once again, taking a bite of the waffles.

“By the way, both our matches are against Denmark,” she added, putting some waffles on a plate for herself. “What’re we versing Denmark for? I didn’t know they qualified for the Olympics,” you mumbled.

“They didn’t. It’s for the Euros,” Alexia laughed, pulling out a stool and sitting beside you. The Euros had totally slipped your mind.

“There’s so many tournaments going on, I can’t keep up!” you sighed, shaking your head.

“You’ve been playing too much Hay Day, it’s gotten to your head. Maybe give Bagheera Land a break until we come back to Barcelona,” the Spaniard joked with a gentle nudge to your side, and you smiled.

“Even though you’re playing for the national team and there’s a lot of important tournaments coming up…” Alexia started, pausing to chew her food. You looked at her curiously as you also chewed your food.

“…You’re allowed to make mistakes because you’re still young. All of us have been where you are right now, but none of us were as talented as you. Cree en ti misma, mi chica, y florecerás.”

You had made as many daring tackles as it took to lead your club to glory for the third time in a row and complete a historical quadruple. On top of that, you had partaken in defeating the club your team has never been able to beat in a final. Winning Olympic gold with a World Cup winning nation is nothing compared to that.

“Venga, let’s get our stuff together and call the taxi. The earlier we get there, the more time we have to wander the airport without rushing,” Alexia announced as you put the last bite of food into your mouth and sipped the remaining amount of your smoothie. She grabbed your plate and put it on top of hers, then walked over to the sink and quickly washed them.

You wheeled your suitcase out to the living room and put your other bags on top of it, waiting for Alexia to grab her backpack. When she swept it up from the couch, you pulled the handle of your suitcase up. “I’m ready!”

Alexia smiled at you and nodded towards the door, “Vamos, estrella.”

You couldn’t wait to get on the plane just so you could pull out your neck pillow and have the best nap of your life. You were constantly checking the time, counting down the minutes until the gate opened.

The original plan was for the whole national team to travel on one plane together, but somehow, all the Barça girls including yourself ended up on the team commercial plane. You preferred it, because you wanted to properly meet the team and not on a plane when all you want to do is sleep.

You settled into your seat and quickly grabbed your neck pillow. The airline gave you a complimentary regular pillow as well, which you hugged tight. By the time you opened your eyes and sat up with a yawn, looking out of the window with squinted eyes, you weren’t in Barcelona anymore.

You were approaching Denmark. As the plane descended and got closer to land, a mixture of nerves and excitement formed in your stomach.

The last time you felt so nervous, you won a Champions League title. You were scared but you did it anyways, and that’s what you’d have to do when meeting your teammates for the first time and then playing against Denmark with them.

Do it anyways.

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circle-with-me · 10 months ago

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You Move Like I Want To

Pairing: Vinny Mauro x Female Reader

Content Warning: 18+ MDNI!!! Porn without plot, smut, teasing, soft dom!Vinny, reader is kind of a brat, vaginal fingering, male masturbation, mutual masturbation, phone sex, facetime sex.

Word Count: 3k

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Author’s Note: All of this started from my daily Vinny post and out of pocket tag by @ovhellfire 😂 Now here is… this filthy piece of work. That’s all I have to say for myself. This was not beta’d so I apologize in advance. Enjoy 😉

Getting your boyfriend worked up was your favorite thing to do, especially when he was away on tour. The longer he was away combined with the tension from your teasing made for incredible homecoming sex. You felt yourself getting wet just thinking about it.

You had been teasing Vinny all day, the poor thing. Sending him selfies with your breasts spilling out more than usual. Showing him the slinky little dresses you were trying on at the department store, making sure to pick out ones with the highest slit possible. He loved your hips and thighs and you wanted to make sure the dresses accentuated them perfectly.

Of course, you had no intention of actually buying them. This was all a game meant purely for your own satisfaction.

Later in the evening you thought you’d share your bubble bath with him. The photos were tame enough in the beginning. The standard bath selfie with nothing showing. It took him a while to respond and you got bored, so you decided to heat things up a bit. You roll over onto your stomach, resting on your left arm and stick your butt out of the water a bit. With your free hand you snap a selfie, making sure to flash your most mischievous smile in the process. Send.

A few minutes later, your phone pings.

Vin 💕 loved an image

“Are you kidding me?” You say aloud to an empty room.

Y/N: I think my ass deserves a better response than that, Vincenzo.

Vin 💕: Sorry, baby. We’re on the bus right now and the guys are right next to me playing video games.

Y/N: You know you have a bunk, right? ;)

Vin 💕: They’ll get suspicious if I go back there this early. You know how Ricky is. He’ll have a camera in my face the second I walk back there.

You groan. Fucking Ricky. Always cockblocking the two of you with his damn updates.

Vin 💕: I’m really sorry baby. Maybe later?

Never one to be deterred, you sit up and lean back against the bathtub. You collect what was left of the bubbles and cover your exposed breasts with them. You angle your phone the way you want it and raise your hips slightly so your pussy is barely visible beneath the water.

“Let’s see how he responds to this one.” You snicker.

The photo had barely shown as “delivered” and he had already responded.

Vin 💕: You better watch it, princess.

You shiver at the term of endearment. He only called you princess when he was especially worked up. The last time you got him to call you princess was not long before he left for tour. You had been bratty all day in front of his friends. He whispered a warning in your ear, much similar to the one he just sent you, but you continued.

The second the door closed and his friends had left, he had you pinned against it fucking you so hard your vision went white and you drenched his cock and your hardwood floors. You couldn’t sit right for days after. He smiled like an idiot knowing it was because of him.

You whimper loudly, the memory sending a shockwave of arousal through your core. Fuck, you were aching for him. Unfortunately for you, he was thousands of miles away and wasn’t offering any assistance.

Well, if he won’t help. You’ll just have to take care of things yourself and show him what he’s missing. Who cares if the guys were next to him and potentially saw the photos? Your cheeks heat up at the thought. Just the idea of them seeing you spread open for Vinny had your brain malfunctioning.

Your pussy is throbbing now and you can’t take it anymore. You get out of the bathtub and dry off. Slipping into your bedroom, you lay down on your bed and make yourself comfortable. Opening your legs you dip your fingers into your folds, spreading your arousal and moaning at the feeling.

You become so lost in your own pleasure that you almost forget about your mission. You blindly grab for your phone and take a photo, your fingers still deep in your cunt. You tilt your head back against the pillow and arch your back so he has the perfect view of your tits.

You press the button to send it and sit your phone back down. You must have lost track of time again because you’re suddenly jolted back to reality by the sound of Vinny’s ringtone. You scramble for the phone and look at the screen.

Vin 💕 wants to Facetime..

Your belly does backflips seeing his contact photo pop up. You could answer it immediately. As wet and needy as you are right now, you should answer it immediately, but where’s the fun in that? So, you let it go to voicemail.

He calls back immediately.

This time, you let it ring twice and then you hit the decline button. You’ve barely removed your finger from the screen and he’s already calling again. You can’t ignore him a third time, you think to yourself.

But you do. You giggle and sink further into the pillows. He was going to be so mad and you’re dripping at the thought.

Vinny calls a fourth time, and you let it ring a few times before you pick up. His face appears on screen, and you were right, he is mad.

“Princess…” he says sternly, the rasp in his voice shoots straight to your pussy. He’s sitting on the edge of his bunk with his arms propped up on his knees, hunched over. His red streaked curls were falling in his face, green eyes boring into you as he impatiently waited on a response.

“Hi baby!” You smile sweetly. Like you hadn’t just ignored his calls three times in a row. He huffs a laugh at your response. You adjust yourself and the camera so your breasts come into view and Vinny’s eyes immediately wander down to them. His tongue darts out to lick his lips and you silently wish it was your clit he was licking instead.

“You’ve been very bad today, baby. Getting me all worked up when you knew I was busy. Ricky almost saw that last photo you sent me. You wouldn’t want that, now would you?”

You bite your lip to stifle the moan that threatens to leave your mouth.

Vinny raises his eyebrows, a hint of jealousy and intrigue on his face.

“We’ll discuss that another time, but right now I think you owe me an apology.”

You stick your bottom lip out in an exaggerated pout. “But baby, I just wanted you to see my outfit today..”

Vinny chuckles, “And what about all of those short dresses you were trying on?”

You shrug and look down, tracing the line leading down to your breasts. “I thought you might wanna pick out a dress for our first date when you get back…” You look back up at him seductively and flutter your lashes at him. A hum of amusement escapes Vinny. He wasn’t buying your excuses, but that wasn’t the point.

Vinny smirks at you and scoots back against the wall of his bunk. He rests his phone against the bottom of his stomach, right above his crotch, and the angle has you drooling. It was the same view from when you suck him off and you once again were cursing the distance between you.

“I suppose the bubble bath photos were just to prove you got clean today then, huh?”

Giggling, you nod. Raising the phone you give him the complete view of your naked body. “See? All clean, baby.”

Vinny’s eyes darken at the new angle. His right hand goes out of view and by the way his breath hitches you know he’s touching himself. You wiggle and arch your body, needing some form of movement to release the tension. As you move your legs fall open and Vinny sees your slick glistening in the light of your bedroom. He groans loudly and brings his fist up to his mouth to stifle it.

“Sending naughty photos. Playing with that pretty little pussy without me. What am I going to do with you, princess?”

Traveling down your body, your hand reaches your core. You gasp softly and spread your folds, bringing the phone a little closer so that he can see.

“Talk to me baby. Make me cum. Wanna see you cum, too.”

Vinny could have cum untouched from that sentence alone, not to mention the view. He palms his cock that is straining painfully hard against his jeans. He could do it. Make you cum with his voice and instructions, reach his own climax, and call it a night. It would be the easy option since he was out of town and not exactly alone.

He wouldn’t go with the easy option at home, why would he go with it now? His princess was naked and spread open for him, craving him and dying to cum.

Too bad you had been a fucking brat. You’d have to earn it. You had teased him all day. It was time for him to do a little teasing.

Vinny smirks. “Don’t worry baby, I'll make you cum.”

You sigh and lightly rub your clit. “Thank you so much, baby.”

“Did I say you could touch yourself?”

“B-but..” you stammer, confused. “You said you’d make me cum.”

“I’ll make you cum when I think you’ve earned it, princess. Now be a good girl, and listen to me, okay?”

“Yes sir” You mewl.

“Put the phone closer to your face, baby.”

You do as you're told, placing the phone in front of your face so he can see you better. Vinny’s eyes land on your mouth.

“Open up.”

Opening your mouth, you stick your tongue out instinctively.

“Mmm, good girl. You already knew what I wanted.” You glow at his praise.

“Do you miss my cock, baby?” You nod and an “uh-huh” escapes from your throat.

“Show me. Use your fingers and show me how much you miss my cock.”

You bring your index and middle finger to your mouth and slowly drag your tongue from the base to your fingertips. Swirling your tongue around your fingertips, you suck them into your mouth. Vinny tries to hold the eye contact you’re making but is too mesmerized by the sound of you gagging as you shove your fingers further in your mouth.

Vinny would love to get his cock out and pretend it’s him you’re gagging on but the two of you have other areas to explore. He’s going to hold out as long as he can.

“Mmm… Wanna see how wet you got ‘em, honey” he hums.

Slowly pulling your fingers out you release them with a pop. Vinny’s eyes dilate as he watches the saliva drip down your hands and onto your wrists. Despite him not giving you permission, you stick out your tongue and lick up your arm collecting the saliva as you go. He shivers and you hold back a smile.

“Baby… let me see those gorgeous tits. Want you to play with them for me.”

You bring your saliva slicked fingers to your nipples and gasp softly. Tracing circles around your nipple slowly your free hand massages your other breast. Vinny licks his lips while you pinch and roll the buds between your index finger and thumb.

“Honey, can you get up for me? I have another idea.”

Nodding, you sit up and scoot towards the edge of the bed waiting for further instruction.

“Sit down at the foot of the bed. On the floor.”

You do as you're told. You had no idea what he was planning but you wanted to cum so you weren’t going to question it.

“Good girl. Now, prop the phone against the mirror in front of you so I can see you. I want to see all of you.”

Placing the phone against the mirror, you reposition yourself against the bed. You bend your knees and spread your legs, making sure to give Vinny a view of everything.

“God, If I wasn’t across the fucking country right now…”

You giggle and play with your breasts some more, sliding your other hand down your stomach and to your thigh. You make a show out of rubbing your breasts and inner thighs, softly moaning and rotating your hips. You were throbbing and if he didn’t let you touch yourself soon, you were going to explode.

“Rub your thighs for me, baby. That’s it… fuck…” Vinny palms his aching cock and the closer your hand gets to your pussy the more he wants to touch himself but not yet.

You couldn’t take it anymore though.

“Vinny, baby. Please. Please let me see your cock. I want to see you touch yourself. I’ll be so good for you, my sweet boy, please.”

Every ounce of self-restraint he had in that moment melted away in an instant. His mouth was so dry he was barely able to croak out an “okay”. Vinny was so flustered he couldn’t get his belt off quick enough and was muttering expletives as he fought with it. You giggle and he shoots you a glare before relaxing into a smile.

Vinny finally conquers his belt and pushes his jeans and boxers down, his cock springing free and slapping against his belly. The tip was bright red and leaking. You grip your thigh and flex your hips upwards, silently and futilely begging for him to press inside you.

He watches you intently, placing his hand around his cock. Vinny whines, throwing his head back. He gives into the feeling and slowly thrusts into his fist. His face is twisted in pleasure and he’s already starting to sweat. Your eyes follow the curve of his jaw, down his Adam's apple. You’ve never wanted to sink your teeth into the flesh of his neck so badly before.

As much as you were enjoying the show, you were being selfish and feeling severely neglected. You shove your fingers back in your mouth and whine to get his attention. He doesn’t move his head, just looks down at you and smirks.

“Enjoying the view?”

You whine again, pouting around your fingers.

Vinny chuckles. “Aww, is my princess feeling neglected?”

You nod, still pouting.

He adjusts himself against the back of his bunk, hand never leaving his cock.

“You’ve been so good, honey. Why don’t you put those fingers to better use? Touch that pretty pussy for me”

Your hand flies to your mound massaging your swollen bud. All of the teasing and anticipation had built up so much tension that you felt dizzy from the pleasure. You apply more pressure and you see stars, your legs involuntarily shutting at the feeling.

“Uh-uh. Open your legs. Now.” Vinny says firmly.

With a whimper you open your legs, lazily drawing circles around your clit. You were so worked up and desperate for more you couldn’t keep still, your other hand keeping you upright as you squirmed against the carpet.

“I’ll let you play but you have to keep your legs open for me. You’ve gotta let me see. Understand?”

“Mhmm.”

“Do it again and you don't get to cum. I’ll make you wait until I get home.”

A shiver runs through you at the thought. He wouldn’t be home for nearly three weeks. You couldn’t wait that long and he knew you would obey him if he told you not to touch yourself.

“Are you going to be a good girl for me and keep your legs open?”

“Yes sir.” You nod enthusiastically, opening your legs wide for him.

He sighs in satisfaction. “Princess. I want to see how gorgeous you are when you finger your pussy.”

Your mouth drops open, a shocked squeak following. Wasting no time, you plunge two fingers into your drenched hole. You pump them in and out slowly, taking your time because you know Vinny wants to see every move you make.

The slow movements weren’t enough to satisfy the ache but you were happy to get any kind of relief at this point. You open your eyes to see Vinny fisting his cock, his eyes fixed on your cunt. Moaning loudly, you grind down hard against your fingers, the ache for him growing even stronger. You could feel the tightening in your belly and knew you weren’t going to last long.

Vinny sees your pussy clench around your fingers and knows you're close. His fist tightens around his cock but he wants to wait. He has to wait until you’re done.

The soft sighs that are falling from your lips. Your whines. The moans. The way your body is arching. How beautiful you look with your fingers in your soaked pussy. Vinny is completely enamored by every single part of you and he cannot stop staring. He tries so hard to wait on you but that all goes to hell as soon as you call out his name.

“Vinny… please…” He could listen to you beg for him until the end of time. “Cum with me, baby.” and that’s all he needs. Vinny cums with a choked sob. His stomach tenses and his legs shake. Warm cum spills over his hand, dripping down and around the rings he’s wearing. When he comes down you’re still shaking and crying out for him and he wishes like hell he had another in him because he swears it’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

“That’s it, baby. That’s my girl. Doing so good for me.” He coaxes you through your orgasm until you’re out of breath.

Once you catch your breath you crawl towards the phone and grab it. You lay back down on your bed and focus on him. He had placed his phone against the wall and was removing his rings, cleaning his hands with a dirty t-shirt that was nearby.

“Ya know, if I was there I would clean up all of that for you. Rings and all.” You giggle, licking your lips.

Vinny’s head whips in your direction.

“You better watch it, princess.”

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svt-nari · 11 months ago

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mama ‘23 | day one !

part one | part two

a/n: it’s NOT proofread, i’m also really sorry bc it’s not really good. mama was last week and i was having some issues, so it’s taking me a little longer to update here. but i PROMISE i’ll make up to you guys with lots of updates <3

as cheers got louder, every idol and camera panned to seventeen suddenly entering the venue. the idols couldn’t help but whisper and be in awe of the only female’s look. nari looked flawless, the all black outfit making her pale skin stand out, the leather jacket with the belt complimenting her figure and completing the look to perfection. she had a beautiful pair of boots that came up to her thigh, which accentuated her legs even more.

as she passed through enhypen and txt, both groups complimented her looks and jungwon even gave her a quick hug, stating that he missed having lunch delivered by her - which made her laugh and say that she would do it again once the tour ended.

during the small interactions somi had with the audience, she took the time to say out loud that one of the prettiest idols was present, making nari blush when somi said her name and told her to say something.

“woah, did you guys know that the prettiest idol is here today? she’s so pretty, i don’t know if i said that already, but she has been my crush since i saw her on the tv when her group debuted.”, somi giggled, arching a brow. “nari-nim, did you come as a surprise to steal hearts today?”

the blush on nari’s face could be seen from far away as she hid her face in her hands, the idols around them giggling at her flustered appearance while her members poked fun at her. as her hand could be seen, the cheers got louder when her engagement ring could be seen on the big screen.

cameras captured the moment some idols had surprised reactions to the audience’s cheers for the female, enhypen’s sunoo being the most iconic one due to his nodding and pleasant expression at seeing the ring.

“sunbae…”, somi started, fiddling with the cards while looking in nari’s direction. “if you ever want to collab, just hit me up.”

nari gave her a thumbs up and did a phone sign with her hand towards somi, smiling shyly when somi winked at her.

nari couldn’t help but smile brightly when the camera panned to her group, waving and bopping her head to the beat of the song playing around the venue. she was so happy that they were able to appear at day one that her smile never faded from her face - getting even bigger when the staff called her backstage sneakily, trying to make it as hidden as possible.

as she was standing up, joshua looked at her confused, tilting his head. nari dismissed him and got up, saying that she needed to use the bathroom and she would come back quickly. he just nodded and explained to dk and jeonghan what she was gonna do since they were confused as to why she just disappeared.

a few minutes since her disappearance and after a winner’s speech, the stage lights suddenly turned off. everyone was curious since every idol that was gonna perform was still sitting in their respective places, no one being announced.

suddenly, a piano version of the playback of ‘killing me’ by nari began playing. the cheers got so loud that it startled everyone, her members being so shocked that their mouths were hung open. no one expected this sudden performance - especially her members.

a spotlight suddenly turned on, focusing right in the middle of the front stage, where nari was placed. when she appeared on the big screen the cheers got deafening. she had a beautiful short white dress with string attached to it, while her hair was in curves and her feet bared. the idols that were seating all had their eyes focused on her.

she brought her mic to her mouth, singing lowly and slower than she usually would. the bridge was the kickstart of the performance, she sang it beautifully while having a pained expression on her face, her backup dancers surrounding her.

“저 멀리 비춰오는

새 계절같이

아름다운 빛

따스했던 온기 모두

꿈같아, it's true”

as she said the ‘it’s true’ part, nari slowly got on her knees, singing the chorus before the outro. and, as soon as it started, she stood up and started dancing to the outro with her backup dancers. she gave her all, serving both face and talents. as the outro ended, a sudden beat dropped and a break dance for ‘killing me’ started. nari herself had choreographed it, which consisted of two women dancing together.

she had the brilliant idea of inviting bada lee to dance with her, the dance being a kind of ‘contemporaristic’ hiphop. the last beat was the last move, which ended with nari holding bada’s nape while the dancer’s back faced the audience. the lights turned off once again, her members and the whole audience - including the other idols - cheered loudly as it did, seventeen’s expressions being of pure pride for their member’s successful and surprise performance.

though, just as they thought the surprise was over, an extended version of the first beats of ‘play’ started playing. the crowd went off once again when her backup dancers started to dance an alternative choreography for the intro in the front stage while nari was getting ready.

nobody had noticed that nari ran backstage as soon as the lights turned off, changing her outfit as quickly as possible, putting on a beautiful red dress with a underboob cut and a slit for her waist to be seen, the skirt having some strings attached to it too. she paired it with red gloves and a lace platform red heels. her hair and makeup remaining the same as the first song.

as the dancers were moving to the main stage, nari was waiting for them in the middle of it, standing in one of those circus steps, with the whole stage decorated in this theme full of flowers also. when they got to her, nari smirked to the camera and shouted.

“mama, let’s play tonight!”

as soon as she finished the original intro for play started playing with nari starting it off on the steps. the crowd going off once again and her members freaking out on their seats. the camera being able to capture hoshi’s amazed expression while vernon had a funny ‘o’ shaped mouth.

as the pre-chorus started, nari was already standing on the stage’s ground, in front of her dancers as she danced to it - her mic on the entire time. she danced her whole heart, moving through the whole stage.

during the first chorus, she got down the steps towards the other idols, standing in front of all of them. she made a stand up motion with her hand, making them all stand up to dance with her. she did the whole chorus with them, smiling brightly as she got on the stage once again. joshua laughed, him and jeonghan whispering the word ‘cute’ to each other over and over.

though, as it was already a surprise to everyone, nari called no other than her own boyfriend to sing the rap part of the song. since he just had to stand in the stage with a mic while nari danced around him, he was allowed to participate. everyone screamed loudly when he appeared on stage, his voice booming through the venue as nari was getting up the steps to dance around him.

as the bridge started, nari slowly walked to the front stage once again. she held eye contact with the camera the entire time, ateez’s san reaction to that had everyone clacking since he had a hand on his heart and a shocked expression on his face, eyes totally focused on the woman.

nari stopped before her high-note and stood still while her dancers danced around her. she hit her high note effortlessly, a pleasant smile on her face right after she finished it.

when the outro started playing, one of the backup dancers stayed on the front stage with her while the others ran to the main stage. as soon as the outro started they were dancing the practiced tango for this part of the choreography, the audience cheering for them as nari danced with him.

“I’ma play you on repeat!”, she sang with her whole heart, ending the performance with a big smile on her face as everyone cheered for her, the seventeen members getting up and some even whistling, making nari laugh and cover her face, the reactions going viral in all social medias due to their cute and supportive relationship.

as soon as she was off stage and everyone was seated, the boys started to question each other, suspicion written on their faces.

“are you sure none of y’all knew anything about this? not even coups-hyung’s appearance?”, seungkwan questioned, arching a brow while looking at the other members.

everyone denied, still not believing nari had the audacity to do a whole performance on the low, with no one knowing besides the company and the mama producers. though, now they knew why she was so adamant of coming on the first day.

“i’m so shocked…”, vernon said. “she got coups to do it without spilling anything… that’s another level of commitment.”

they all laughed and nodded, joking around and listening to the other performers before nari came back.

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Broken heart/Broken mind

Chapter Sixty-two

(Human AU)

Sophie and Keefe met in the children's hospital when they were little. Because of how long they were confined to the four walls of the hospital, they became very close during their stay.

As the years pass, they wind up being in the same classroom together due to their physical conditions. This makes their bond deepen.

But are they able to handle when life gets tough, throwing problems and complications their way?

Sophie collapsed into the waiting room chair. She pulled out her blanket she brought and started to get herself comfortable.

Ro took the seat next to her with a sigh. She rubbed the center of her forehead.

"I'm taking a nap," she decided. "I've been up for too long."

Sophie decided that was a good idea. She curled her knees into her chest, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't make herself get drowsy. It was still dark out, but her anxiety kept her awake.

If she couldn't fall asleep, she took the next best thing. She pulled the covers up over her head and pretended that nothing else existed.

She wasn't sure how long she had stayed like that for, but when she didn't come back to the rest of the world until Ro's voice said, "I'm getting a coffee from the Starbucks down the street, Blondie. Wanna come with me?"

Sophie wiggled out of the covers, taking in a breath of fresh air. "Yeah, I'll go."

The drive there was painfully silent. They ended up stuck behind a car for ten minutes.

With the wait, Sophie asked, "How long will the surgery take?"

Ro pondered it for a moment. "Usually takes about eight hours without complications or anything unexpected."

"And if there are?"

"Could be a good while longer. I'm thinking it'll probably take nine hours, but it should go fairly smooth."

She glanced at the clock. It was eight am. Surgery had only been in for around an hour. It was going to be an extremely long day.

They made it back to the waiting room. Sophie decided to pull out her book and start reading. When lunch came around, her and Ro went downstairs to the Subway.

"Think he'll want a cookie when he wakes up?" Ro mused, staring at the baked goods.

Sophie shrugged. "Can always save it for later if he doesn't."

"Good point."

They sat down at one of the tables with their sandwiches. After a few minutes of eating in silence, Ro said, "I'm planning on moving back home."

That took Sophie by surprise. "Really? How come?"

She shrugged. "I just... wanna keep a better eye on Keefe. Especially while he's recovering. I'd never forgive myself if something happened to him and I could've been there to prevent it. Already talked to Bo about it. He figured it's a good enough excuse for his parents to accept it."

"How long do you plan to stay for?"

"Not quite sure yet. At least a few months."

Eventually, Sophie wasn't able to force any more of her food down. Her stomach was sloshy with her unspoken worries.

The two of them went back upstairs soon after. Sophie decided to give another attempt at sleeping.

It wasn't long after when a nurse had come into the room. Sophie was puzzled. It was only twelve thirty.

"Family of Keefe Sencen?" She said.

Ro raised her hand. "Yes? We're here."

The nurse turned in their direction, crossing the patterned carpet.

"Hello, my name is Livvy." She held a hand out. Ro shook it. "I wanted to inform you on your... son?"

"Brother," Ro corrected. "Fourteen years apart."

"Ah, sorry about that. Anyway, I wanted to give you an update on how surgery has been going so far. It's been more complicated than we were expecting." Sophie's heart dropped. "He's been bleeding more than anticipated. Needed a blood transfusion. He also flat lined on us for a moment a couple of times. Don't worry, we were able to get him back, but be prepared for waiting longer than originally anticipated."

The nurse turned to leave. Sophie tugged at her eyelashes. The thought of Keefe flat lining, made her lunch want to come back up. Tears burned her eyes.

Ro grabbed her hand. "Hey. He's alright now. They're taking care of him."

"I know," Sophie whispered.

"I heard what you told him before he went back earlier." Sophie froze. She hadn't meant for anyone else to hear that. "And I know you're worried, I am too. But he's made it this far. He won't go that easily."

She nodded.

Not much was spoken the next several hours. When Livvy came back to say they could come see Keefe, the surgery had taken close to twelve hours.

Keefe was still extremely drowsy when they were let back into his room. Sophie cringed when she saw the tube down his throat. The good news, however, was that he was awake and responsive.

Sophie hung back while Ro went to go see her brother. The nurses were working on him. When they were about to remove the tube, she came next to the bed. They started taking out a few of the IVs he had, one being in his neck.

One of the nurses loomed over him. "Can you tell me your name?"

He swallowed. "Keefe... Sencen," his voice was just above a rasp.

"Good job!"

A time later, the nurses finally dissipated, only checking in periodically. Sophie sat by his beside, massaging his scalp and holding his hand. Ro was running her hand up and down his arm.

Keefe reached out, trying to grab something. He whimpered a bit. Ro followed to where he was looking at.

"Water?" She guessed.

He nodded. She took the water and brought it down to his level. He drank it through the straw for a few moments before letting Ro take it back.

"I got a cookie for you earlier," she told him. "You want it yet?"

He shook his head.

After a while, he fell back asleep. Sophie curled up on the chair, trying her best to get comfortable.

"Do you want the pull out couch?" Ro offered. "I can sleep in the chair if you don't want to."

"I'm good," she assured.

Sophie pulled out Ella the elephant. She gazed down at her boyfriend. Her pulse felt like it was finally calming down now that she knew he made it through. The beeps of the heart monitor eventually lulled her to sleep.

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spaghettificationandpretzels · 2 years ago

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Happy Birthday Juan

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This is very short, but I hope everyone likes it. This is the fic for the poll a few months ago.

Contains: Fluff on fluff on fluff, very mild angst.

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You make sure Juice has the best birthday ever.

You made sure to climb out of bed with the quiet of a church mouse, hoping last night's pre-birthday "gift" had tired Juice out enough that he would say asleep.

It must have worked because you managed to slip on your clothes and brush your teeth before heading out of the bedroom. Happy was already at the counter, having stayed the night after a nice dinner due to "bike troubles."

"I need a favor."

Happy offered you a soft smile, "I think I know what you're going to ask me little girl but go a head."

You smiled, "I have a plan for Juice's birthday, I need you to find some reason to stay the night tomorrow. I'd ask one of the others but they can't keep secrets for shit."

Happy chuckled, "I can do that, what are you planning?"

You went into detail, Happy nodding along, pausing to add his two cents now and then.

He was taking his head as you finished, "and how do you plan to keep him asleep for the first part of this?"

You gave Happy a look, "we're going to play Uno all night long, how the fuck do you think Hap? I spend a lot of money of some very fancy underwear and I'm going to put it to good use."

Happy was unfazed, "alright then, how about I tell the guys while you're busy with that, that way we don't have to do everything?"

You shoved his shoulder lovingly, "we make a great team."

Happy sighed, "yeah yeah, you've already roped me in, no need to butter me up more."

You started making breakfast while Happy called Chibs, making sure to be as quiet as you could so you didn't wake Juice. It took a little longer than usual, but Happy didn't take long on his phone call, so he helped. As you just placed the last egg on the plate, you heard the door open and Juice came out rubbing his face.

"Happy birthday dearest, I made you breakfast."

Juice smiled and walked over to you, pressing his lips to your cheek, "I am one lucky man." He sat down and tucked in while you put in the second part of your plan.

Chibs showed up a few minutes after Juice had finished breakfast with the tow truck for Happy's bike, doing his best to look sad. He sat at the table with a sigh and looked at Juice, "I'm sorry man, I know you were planning to spend your day with your girl, but we've had a rush of parts that need to be inventoried."

You made a sad face, "really, can't you call in someone else to do it?"

Chibs shook his head, "sorry lass, we need all hands on deck."

Juice sighed, "it's alright, we've had this happen before, I should be home by four."

You walked over and gave Juice a hug, glaring at Chibs as his smile widened as if to say, "don't blow this."

Juice walked away a little crestfallen and you moved on to stage three.

****

Juice arrived at T-M to a small surprise, Chibs had led him to believe that there were wall-to-wall boxes, but the shipment wasn't much bigger than average. Jax walked over and gave me a hug, "sorry man, I knew you had plans today but we need to get this shit done."

Juice nodded, "it's fine, it won't take us long."

****

"Wow, you're really going all out." Lyla looked over the ingredients on the counter with a smile on her face.

You smiled back, "I wanted to cook all his favourites, Happy's giving me updates, we have a few hours before he gets home." You picked up the sugar and butter, "I'll do the caramel if you tackle cake batter?"

She nodded, "done. What's after that?"

You thought for a moment, "I have to put the stew in the pressure cooker and make the mix for the pot stickers. This won't take long so I'm hoping we'll be done with most of the stuff in the next two hours."

Lyla smiled, "that sounds like a plan."

****

Juice called you on his lunch break and you did your best to keep the noise down so he wouldn't catch on, "how's your day been handsome?"

You could hear his smile, "better now that I'm talking to you, they guys are trying to take it easy on me but I'm not sure when I'll be home."

BEEEEEEEEEEEP

Oh shit, the oven

"What was that dollface?"

You and Lyla shared a look, "I'm making myself some tuna toast, sorry about that."

There was a pause and you could hear the disappointment in his voice, "oh, but you'll stay on the phone until my break is done right?"

You felt your heart hurt, but you buried it, "of course, it will stay warm for ages. Have you gotten any gifts yet?"

You knew he hadn't, you have carefully hidden all his gifts from the guys in the spare room, "no, I don't think they got me anything, I didn't ask anyway."

You took a deep breath, it was taking everything not to blurt out the truth, "we'll see, maybe they'll give you something before you leave."

There was a shout in the background, his lunch break was done, "I gotta go, I'll see you later. Love you."

"Love you too Juicy."

He sounded a bit deflated when he hung up so you went back to work, you were going to make sure today was the best birthday he had ever had.

****

Juice felt his mood drop as the day went on, by the time the guys started to leave his birthday really felt like any other day. He could tell his friends were trying, they let him have the first pick of the donuts, they didn't ask him to do as much as they normally would but it was still a disappointment, you had been telling him for weeks that you were going to make sure today was a good day.

To top it off, his partner at clear passages had called him just as he and Jax were locking up to tell him that something was wrong and that he needed to come by.

He called you just before he got on his bike, hoping that hearing your voice would give him the mood boost he needed to keep going, "hey dollface, I got bad news."

He could hear noise in the background but he figured it was just the TV, "oh no, what's wrong." You knew what was wrong, nothing, the Clear Passages "problem" was just a detour so everyone could be there by the time Juice got home.

"A bunch of money's been stolen at the weed shop, I'll probably be there till late tonight."

You did your best to sound sad, "I'm sorry Juicy, how about we take the weekend off to make up for all this? We can go to that little country house we love so much."

There was a pause and then his mood picked up, "I'd love that, I'll be home as soon as I can. Love you y/n."

"Love you too Juicy."

****

When Juice got to Clear Passages, he was surprised there were no police there. He ran up to his partner, who offered him a slightly embarrassed smile, "I'm sorry, I miscounted then, in a panic, put half of the cash down and walked away, then I forgot where I had left it. False alarm."

Juice breathed a sigh of relief, "no worries man, I'm gonna head back home, it's been a long day."

His partner nodded, "sure, happy birthday Juice."

Juice waved his hand, "thanks."

****

You were lucky Juice pulled up to the house when he did because you didn't think you could hold it in any longer. You shooed back room and sat on the couch, doing your best to act natural as he opened the door, "you're home early, I thought something was wrong?"

Juice shot you a wide smile and opened his arms for a hug, "nah, nothing was wrong." You hugged him as hard as you could and he must have picked up on something because he pulled away and looked over your face, "what are you up to?"

Your eyes went wide, "nothing, nothing at all. Just don't go into the spare room whatever you do."

There was no signs of what was going on around that house and everyone had parked their cars and bikes in the backyard so Juice couldn't see them when he drove in. He brushed pasted you and placed his hand on the door to the spare room as you held back a smile.

He smirked at you and flung it open "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!"

There was a burst of streamers and Juice's face broke out into a grin, "I fucking knew it, I knew you were planning something." Everyone was there and the room was decked out with balloons and decorations, there was a table piled high with gifts and something off to the side that looked suspiciously like some had tried to wrap a motorbike.

You smiled and walked up to him, pressing a kiss to his cheek, "I hope you didn't because this took weeks to plan but knowing these guys, they gave it away."

Juice captured you in a kiss and you leaned into it, placing you hand on the back of his head as he deepened it.

The crowd broke into a cheer and you separated from each other, "Happy birthday my love."

Fin

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Stained Glass Windows - Chapter Twenty Eight

Life was complicated, but they wouldn't have it any other way.

-x-

Hi friends!!

As always, thank you so SO much for your love for this version of them. It means the absolute world to me because I love them too. And I keep thinking of more and more things to do with/to them so this could end up being like 100 chapters if you all continue to want to read it <3

Please let me know what you think!

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She finds herself watching the clock.

It wasn’t something she usually did but a day full of paperwork, plus the promise of a weekend away just her and Aaron, had made the day drag. It made minutes feel like hours and hours like years.

As soon as it’s 5 pm she feels her shoulders relax as she thinks to herself that she might try and convince Aaron to get her some fast food before their drive to their hotel.

“You desperate to get out of here, Em?” Derek asks, and she smiles as she turns in her chair before she stands up.

“I’m excited for a weekend away.”

He smiles as he stands too, shutting down his computer. “No Jack this weekend?”

She shakes her head and she stands up, ready to pack everything on her desk away for the weekend, “No, Haley has taken him to spend time with her dad this weekend, so Aaron and I are taking advantage and going away,” she smiles at the thought of it, “We’re not going to have a whole lot of time to do that soon.”

“Where are you going?”

“Atlantic City,” she replies, “It’s a Sin to Win weekend,” she leans in closer and speaks a little quieter, well aware her fiancé wouldn’t thank her if anyone else overheard, “I sin, Aaron wins.”

His eyes go wide and his eyes flick to her bump, “Really?”

The look on his face makes her suppress a laugh, the need to mess with him almost making her tell him about the time she did take Aaron to Atlantic City, but she decides to tell him the truth.

“No, you idiot,” she says as she finally laughs, “I’m almost 24 weeks pregnant, we are going to a spa and a hotel in Virginia Beach for the weekend. I have a pregnancy massage booked and then we are going to have a lot of sex.”

“Ew, gross Prentiss,” he replies, and she laughs at the look on his face, the way he shakes his head as if he was trying to dispel the thought completely. He looks her up and down, smiling at the question he’d clearly been thinking all day. “What’s the dress all about, anyway? Not your normal office wear.”

She looks down at her outfit, smiling at the red dress she’d decided to wear that morning. Her cheeks flush when she remembers the way Aaron had looked at her when she walked out of the ensuite, his eyes wide as he took in the way the material was snug around her bump. She was struggling a little bit with the changes to her body, how it no longer felt like her own at times - so much of what she could and couldn’t do dictated by the baby, but it seemed to make Aaron even more attracted to her than usual. His hands always reached out for her in a way she knew wasn’t just because he desperately wanted to feel the baby kick.

He wanted her. All the time. And she wanted him too, the need for him constantly thrumming under her skin.

She smiles at Derek, her hand drifting to her stomach, “I’m still refusing to wear maternity pants unless I have to,” she replies, only half lying, “That’s what the dress is about.”

He smirks at her, but any conversation is cut off as JJ walks past, “Have a good weekend JJ,”

JJ winces and holds up a file, not stopping walking to Aaron’s office as she responds, “Sorry.”

Emily sighs as she watches her friend walk into Aaron’s office and hand him a case file, their conversation muted.

“There goes my beach house rental,” Derek laments, sighing as he turns back to his desk to pick up his go-bag.

Emily sighs, “And my non-refundable booking at the spa.”

Derek raises his eyebrow at her, a smirk spreading across his face, “Didn’t you just buy a house for $3 Million? I’m sure you can take the hit.”

She rolls her eyes at him and opens her mouth to curse at him, but Aaron cuts over her, already out of his office and walking down the stairs to the bullpen.

“JJ will brief you all on the jet,” he says, walking over and picking up Emily’s go-bag, ignoring her usual protest that she could carry her own things and the accounting eye-roll, “We need to get going, we have a missing co-ed we have a chance of saving.”

They nod, the importance of the case not lost on any of them, and head towards the elevator.

“Where are we going?” Spencer asks, his hands in his pockets.

“Tallahassee,” JJ replies, and Emily groans.

“Florida? Oh man, the heat is going to suck.”

Derek nudges her gently with his elbow as they all get on the elevator, “I don’t know what you’re complaining about, you’ll be sat in an air-conditioned precinct the entire time.”

She feels annoyance flick in her chest even though she knows that he’s joking, that this type of lightheartedness had always been part of their relationship, but she finds herself in less and less control of her reactions and emotions.

“How about you have a baby living inside of you Morgan, and then we’ll see who’s complaining?” She says, raising an eyebrow at him as a challenge. He wants to argue with her, she can see that, but she can see JJ shaking her head at Derek out of the corner of her eye, and he stops, simply nodding in response. “That’s what I thought.”

When the elevator reaches the first floor they step out, and she feels Aaron just behind her, his familiar scent overwhelming her, “You don’t have to-”

“If you tell me I don’t have to come, I’ll yell at you too,” she says, turning her head to look at him and all he does is nod, a response he had learnt was the safest fairly early on into her pregnancy.

“I’ll make sure to get your pregnancy pillow from the trunk of the car.”

Her chest fills with love for him, warming her from the inside out. She leans forward to kiss his cheek, a quick thing she wouldn’t usually allow herself whilst they were still at work, and smiles as she pulls away.

“You’re the best baby daddy in the world.”

He groans, closing his eyes and shaking his head at her, “Please stop calling me that,” he says as they follow the rest of the team, “I’m your fiancé.”

___

She feels nothing short of relief on the jet home.

Part of it is because of the air conditioning, the heat and the humidity of Florida something she was glad to be leaving behind. Mostly she was happy that they’d been able to save someone, something that felt like a rarity. A young girl was going to get to go home.

And a baby had been left without parents.

The thought of it makes her sigh as she rubs her bump before she reaches for a pretzel, enjoying her winnings from her poker game with Spencer.

“I still can’t believe you won,” Spencer says his eyebrows furrowing as she continues to eat the snacks in front of her.

“You’ll get over it,” she replies, smiling at him, “Besides, we both know you would have given me the snacks anyway.”

He smiles and nods in confirmation, and Derek and Aaron walk over to join them. Emily shifts over to sit next to the window so Aaron can slip into the seat next to her. His hand immediately lands on her thigh, squeezing the muscle beneath his palm. He’d been keeping close by, even more so than usual, since the team returned from rescuing Rebecca. Emily knew it was mostly down to the fact that the dead, recently pregnant, unsub had made him worry even more about her. And that watching a newborn, parentless, baby get loaded into an ambulance would make him worry about their baby, even though they were perfectly fine. Emily smiles and places her hand over his, squeezing it tightly as a silent promise that they’d talk about it when they get home.

“Are you done winning all of Reid’s snacks, sweetheart?” Aaron asks, sneaking a pretzel from the pile in front of her. She slaps his hand playfully and shifts all her snacks closer to her side of the table.

“Hands off, these belong to me and Nugget” she says, her smile turning into a yawn and then a groan, “Fuck I’m tired.”

“That’s only going to get worse sadly,” JJ says as she and Dave walk over, both of them sitting on the bench seat, “I was exhausted in the third trimester.”

“That’s why I’m going to start staying back at Quantico with Pen when I hit 28 weeks,” she says, shifting in her seat in an attempt to get comfortable.

“Just over four weeks to go,” Aaron says, failing to sound casual as if he wasn’t counting down every second. He’d miss her, he’d miss spending basically all his time with her, but he knew he’d feel better once she was staying back at home. He looks at Emily who raises her eyebrow at him, shaking her head subtly to let him know that she could see right through him.

“Pen is going to make such a fuss of you when you stay back,” JJ says, smiling at her, “I remember when I was having Henry she kept me fed and watered like I was a pet she was looking after.”

They all laugh and Emily can just picture it. Weeks of Penelope doing her best to look after her as she tried to not get annoyed by her friend's coddling.

“Well she’d better not get too used to it,” Dave adds, “Otherwise she’ll miss you when you start coming back with us after your maternity leave.”

Emily is grateful that she doesn’t physically react beyond squeezing Aaron’s hand even harder than she already was. They had a point of not telling the team about her plans to move elsewhere in the FBI after she had the baby. Mostly, she had wanted a chance to get used to the idea first herself. She knew it was the right thing to do, that it was what she wanted to do, but she also knew she would miss this. She would miss spending time with the family she’d found in the most unlikely of places. But now she was used to it, she had total peace with her decision.

She just hoped they would too.

She looks at Aaron and their eyes meet. She loved that they could always say so much without words at all. That all she needed from him was a small nod and a half smile, one of his dimples appearing on his cheek as understanding and affection flash in his eyes. She smiles and looks back at the team, grateful as Aaron starts to rub his thumb back and forth over the heel of her hand.

“Actually,” she says, blowing out a slow breath, “I won’t be coming back.”

She watches as her words sink in and looks of confusion pass over her friend's faces, all of them stunned into silence.

“You’re not coming back at all?”

She looks at Spencer and hates the sad look in his eyes, and she smiles at him, “I’ll come back to the FBI once I’ve had my maternity leave, but not to the BAU. I’ve been talking with the counterterrorism unit and the homicide unit,” she explains. The silence that follows feels awkward, thick in the jet around them, so she carries on, “It means hardly any travelling if any at all and a better working schedule, so I’d be able to be home a lot more often with the baby than if I came back.”

“You never said anything,” Derek says, furrowing his brows, “We see each other every day.”

“We can’t both be away all of the time,” she says, “It’s just not feasible.”

Emily looks up at Aaron and widens her eyes slightly, silently asking for help. He nods and smiles at her before turning to look at the team, his smile slipping away as he looks at them sternly in an obvious attempt to intimidate them into not asking too many questions.

“We spoke about it just after we found out Emily is pregnant, and we decided it was best if she was the one to leave the team.” He explains. He’d offered to do it, and whilst she loved him for it, she knew it wasn’t the right call. Not yet. He was the BAU, he was the thing that held them all together.

“You thought about leaving?” Dave asks, looking at his friend in disbelief.

“One of us has to,” Emily says, “Look at what happened today. That baby has no parents, he’s not even a day old and he has no one. I’m not doing that to my kids.”

“Kids?” Derek asks, sitting back in his seat with his arms crossed over his chest.

“Jack. This baby,” she smiles thoughtfully, “Any others that might come along,” she shakes her head and shrugs, “And I was raised by a mother who put her career before me, and I refuse to do that to my children.”

That was at the centre of it all. She had promised herself for years, since she first knew she wanted children if the right guy at the right time came along, that she would be her mother. She had never come first. It was always the job. Or keeping up appearances. Or alcohol. Never her.

She wasn’t going to do that to her children.

“I still do it,” JJ says, an edge of defensiveness to her voice, “Do you think I’m putting my job before Henry?”

Emily sighs, closing her eyes to give herself a moment to centre herself before she looks at JJ, “Of course not, but Will has a different job and isn’t sat next to you whenever you fly to wherever the hell it is we’re going,” she clears her throat in a failed attempt to try to push back the emotion she can feel climbing up it, tears that she can’t control flooding her eyes.

JJ sighs, her irritation fading away as she sees Emily is getting upset, “Em-”

“No, I’m fine,” she insists, taking Aaron’s handkerchief as he passes it to her wordlessly, “It’s the fucking hormones, I cry at everything. Just ask Aaron.”

They look at him and he nods in confirmation, “Sergio laid his head on her bump the other day and she cried because it was cute.” The team chuckle and a little bit of the tension in the air dissipates, “This is our decision, it’s Emily’s decision,’ he says, smiling as she leans her head against his shoulder, seeking out his comfort in a way she usually wouldn’t in front of the team, “You don’t have to like it, but you have to respect it.”

He watches as they all nod, and they fall into a silence that is significantly more comfortable than the one from a few minutes before. Aaron watches as Dave stands and reaches over the table to take a peanut, but Emily hits the back of his hand before he can even touch one.

“Hey,” he exclaims, making a point of rubbing the back of his hand even though she hadn’t hit him hard enough for it to hurt, “What’s your problem?”

“Those are her snacks,” Derek and Spencer say at the same time, and the team all laugh. It makes Emily smile and reassures her that even though everything was going to change, it would be fine.

___

Emily snuggles around her pregnancy pillow, her hand on her stomach as she tries to get comfortable. She smiles as she hears Aaron downstairs in their apartment, dishes clattering against the kitchen counter as he gets her the snack she asked for.

“Daddy is getting us some ice cream,” she says, rubbing circles on her bump, the material of Aaron’s t-shirt soft under her palm, “Although, he did make me agree to have salmon and greens for dinner tomorrow so I’m sorry about that in advance.”

She smiles as she feels the baby move, much sharper than she was used to, as if it was responding to her, and then she freezes as she realises she’d felt it with her hand too. She sits up quickly, her hand pressing even harder into her belly.

“Oh my god, did you just kick for real?” She asks, and she feels it again, making her laugh to herself, the sound catching on a sob in her chest as she quickly gets out of bed, “Aaron,” she yells, not wanting him to miss this after he’d spent weeks with his hand all but glued to her belly so he could feel it, “Aaron.”

She’s already in the hallway when she hears him respond, yelling her name back, dishes hitting the counter with force as she hears him running. When she makes it to the top of the stairs she pauses, smiling when their eyes meet. He’s already halfway up them, his eyes wide as he looks her up and down.

“Emily?” He says, “Are you ok? What’s happened?”

She feels a pang of guilt when she realises she must have scared him and she places her hand on his cheek when he makes it to the top of the stairs. He looks her up and down, as if she could have potentially injured herself in the few minutes he’d been downstairs.

“I’m ok,” she says, smiling widely at him, “We’re ok.”

He sighs, resting his forehead against hers, “Jesus Christ Em-”

“Nugget kicked. Properly,” she says, taking his hand and placing it on her stomach, “I didn’t want you to miss it.”

“You felt a kick?” He asks, the panic in his eyes replaced with joy, both of his hands on her stomach as they fall into silence as they wait for movement.

“Come on baby,” Emily says, “Kick for Daddy.”

She watches as Aaron waits, his patience unending, and she feels sighs in relief when she feels it happen again. A sharp kick from her insides that she knows Aaron has felt too when his eyes go impossibly wider.

“Hi Nugget,” he says, his voice thick as he kneels down in front of Emily, his face level with her bump, “Hi.”

Emily smiles as she runs her hand through Aaron’s hair, and her cheeks ache with happiness when he looks up at her, his eyes shining. She wipes her finger under his eye, catching a tear as it falls, and she chokes out a laugh.

“I love you,” she says, her smile shaking, “I love you so much.”

Aaron stands, ignoring the pull in his back and knees as he does so, and tugs her into a fierce hug. “I love you too, sweetheart,” he kisses her temple, “I love you.”

She pulls back from him and kisses him fiercely, tasting his joy on his tongue as she buries her fingers in his hair, holding him in place. She presses her forehead against his when they pull away and she smiles when he chases her kiss.

“Do you still want your ice cream?” He asks, his hands drifting up the back of the t-shirt she was wearing, and she shakes her head, “You’re not hungry anymore?”

She bites her lip before she kisses him again, her smile wide, “Not for ice cream.”

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calmbluebellsstarm · 1 year ago

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A Witch’s Slumber

Chapter 6

the lost boys x oc

I do wanna thank those who have been patience and thank everyone of you for enjoying the story🥹🥹I tried to make this one a little longer to make up not updating sooner. Thank you all lovely bats💜

Warnings: mostly angst, fighting, angst and yelling. (Please tell if I leave anything out)

Marko stood staring at the jumping mouse on the ground and his best friend stared back at him waiting for some type of reaction. For the longest time, the four vampires have been close but Paul and Marko were best friends, was Paul just going to hide this? From him? Marko even told Paul how fascinated he was by Nani after their first encounter and he was with her behind his back without even sharing?!

“So were you ever gonna tell me? Your best friend?” Marko took a step closer to the pair causing Klaus’s breathing to increase from his intimidation. For Klaus’s sake, Paul tried to put on a laid-back approach for Marko, ease him back into his usual goofy mischievous self hoping it wouldn’t backfire.

“I was, just when Nani trust me a little more! That way she isn’t cold to you right off the bat bud.” Paul stated, Klaus tried to enforce his defense.

“Y-yes! Two vampire companions are better than one!”

“You better shut it rat before I feed you to a cat.”Marko snapped at Klaus, turning his attention back to Paul. “Are you telling the truth? Don’t keep secrets, especially from me man”

“Yeah, bud I’m telling the truth” Paul’s answer was apparently not enough for an already angry Marko.

“Then take me to her, now.” Klaus froze at Marko’s demand and look at Paul for his response, he wouldn’t do that, would he? Especially not now when she’s still recovering from her journey and barely healed wound.

“I…I can’t bud, not now. She’s dealing with something right now and she barely even wanted me around so let’s just leave her alone tonight.” Paul was running through all his options if Marko couldn’t accept his answers along with looking around for anything that could give him an idea. It hit him, his eyes landed on Klaus who was trying to inch his way for an exit, he lunged himself at the rodent. Marko tackled Paul reaching to grab Klaus thinking of using him as a bargaining chip against Paul. Unfortunately for them, Klaus managed to dodge their attempts and ran into a crack in the wall and shouted“I knew it! I knew this was a bad idea! Already trying to hurt me and Nani!”

“No, we weren’t! Just make a pact with Marko!”Paul shoved Marko off himself and held him down as Marko struggled in anger yelling a slew of curses in Italian.

“I will do no such thing! One of you is clearly enough!”

“ti strangolerò, ratto infestato dalla malattia!” Marko screamed at Klaus before Paul covered his mouth pinning him down. “Let’s all chill out for a minute.” Looking down and Marko gave an irritated nod then at Klaus who peaked his head out. All sat in silence before Marko muffled, Paul slowly removed his hands but kept him pinned in case he lashed out again.

“Why don’t you wanna take me to her?” Paul now seeing Marko looked hurt and the pain in his voice from his attempt to hide his reasons, looking at Klaus who was nodding his head from side to side but ignored him.

“Because she was shot with an arrow and right now she needs lots of rest if I took you to her she probably thought we were trying to pull one over on her.”

“Is she ok?!”Marko tensed up again.

“Yes she is, and right now my master does not need this bickering or tantrums.” Klaus finally emerged from his hiding place. “Paul, I’m warning you any harm comes to her because your negligence will be met accordingly, and you.” Pointing his paw at Marko only to kick a speck of dirt in his direction and jump off back to the main cave’s exit.

Both vampires sat in silence for a moment not really sure what to say to the other, both looking at each other. One would attempt to speak but so would the other leaving them at an awkward standstill until Marko sighed.

“I’m sorry….for freaking out.”

“It’s ok, I know you like her just as much. Sorry, I didn’t tell you sooner, here.” Paul placed the feather necklace around Marko’s neck, Marko looked surprised and looked at Paul.

“You technically saved her, had it not been for you wanting to break into Max’s house she wouldn’t have gotten out. Let’s tell her it was you who got her out tomorrow night.” Paul leaned in to hug Marko patting him on the back, Marko resuscitated his companions and gently embraced. Sitting in their tight embrace until they heard David call for them from near their nesting area, as they emerged David stopped them from going any further.

“Max is here.” David opens Pauls's jacket looking for something looks over at Marko seeing the feather on Marko now, tucking it in Marko’s torn shirt to avoid it being seen.

“Anything about that witch woman we don't know, if anything happens I take the fall got it?”David looked at both of them for reinsurance, getting a nod from both of them they make their way back to the main cave. Dwayne sitting on the fountain and Max stood in the middle of the cave watching them emerge and sit.

“Well! We're here old man what'd you want?”David sat in his chair smirking acting as if he doesn't know the reason for Max’s visit. “Must be important to bring his majesty down here.”Dwayne joked alongside David and the others laughed.

“Something of mine is gone. Certainly couldn't have walked out, at least not by itself. I was wondering if you boys have seen anything, anything you should tell.” Max looked at each of them smiling.

“Lose your bloodhound?”Paul chuckle until hearing Thorn’s growl from behind, Max called him over and patted his head.

“No, no Thorn wouldn't run, he is much too loyal to me, unlike some people in this world. The thing I lost is valuable, had it for a very long time, long before you four even. So have any of you seen it?” looking up back at the boys with a smile that held no warmth of comfort just malice waiting for some kind of response to his question. Max enjoyed the moments he'd spend with his boys, specifically the ones where he know he can make them nervous. It was much easier to do when they were newly turned vampires by his younger brother Vlad but over time they've grown rowdy and more disobedient especially when David technically is second to command out of the boys. He remembers the day he found them, the day his younger brother died after the collapse of the hotel. To say he was upset would be a lie, Vladimir had a tendency to jump into situations where he'd have to be the one to pull him out.

Though that didn't stop the pain of losing the one person who was the closest to a family as you could get as a vampire. The boys being the only thing Vlad left behind felt like an unwanted present at the time but the fear he strike in them and control over his new sons was like having a new part of the family alongside his sleeping daughter Nani, least in his eyes. The grip he had on Nani and the boys is one he would not let go of even if it meant hurting them or worse killing one of them to keep his control and the others in the line. David knows this all too well and would go to the same length if it meant protecting his vampire brothers, but for now, he'd act as if he doesn't know Nani or their assistance in her escape. He and the boys didn't want to know what Max would do if he did know about their involvement.

“Well, we don't know what you lost if we don't know what it is” David stated at Max’s vague question. Max merely smiled and walked up to Dwayne who kept his cold stare looking up at him as Max examined him. Moving onto David who just waved at him while keeping a laid-back demeanor while smirking, only dropping his expression once Max turned around to look at Paul and Marko sitting on the couch. Paul tried his best to imitate David and Dwayne's relaxed expressions, until he saw Matko biting his thumbnail, something he did when he got anxious. Max scanned Paul up and down looking for any falters in his manners, also taking note of Marko’s nail-biting.

A growl caught all of their attention as Thorn was growling at a small pile of debris and trash, Max called him over. “I don't enjoy this hovel either thorn. Well, you'll know what I lost once you see it, so please bring it to me when you see it.” Max gave a final look at each of them as he made his way out of the cave with Thorn. All sat for a minute, waiting to make sure he was gone, once sure Max was gone along with his dog all of them relaxed. Paul walked over to the pile Thorn growled at and knelt down.

“I know you're in there, ya might as well come out. I and Marko can't keep it secret from David and Dwayne, if Marko knows then they all have to.” Paul held his hands out as David and Dwayne watched in confusion only to see Klaus crawl out and climb into Paul’s hand.

“... I...I didn't want to risk being seen by him so I hid.” shaking as Klaus tried to calm his heart after nearly being discovered by Thorn. “That beast I can't stand that dog. Max use to hold me over him as a threat to Nani, ugh the nightmares id have.” Covering his eyes with his paws still shaking until Paul petted him.

“Hey, can I hold you,” Marko asked slightly excited to possibly hold the familiar.

“Please no, I've been in death’s hands enough for today.” Klaus curled up in Paul's hand.

Dwayne looked over at David seeing he looked like he was still in shock from their surprise guest.

“Before you get mad I have a good reason why he’s here.”Paul looked at David as Dwayne spoke up. “Better hurry up with it then Paul.”

Paul explained the events leading to finding Nani injured to agreeing to help her in her journey of finding her lost love.

“Klaus is here because he got worried about her and me being a threat so…” Paul looked at Klaus then back at David. “I made a pact to help her and if I don’t….” He didn’t want to finish so Klaus finished it for him.

“If he doesn’t, he loses his free will until the journey is done. This was for the protection of Nani, I didn’t want any harm to come to her…” Klaus was interrupted by David letting out the loudest gut-retching scream at him startling the rest of the boys and causing Klaus to cover his ears and shut his eyes tight out of fear.

“protect nani! help her! what about us you little wretch! Did you not see the one person chasing her down and would kill any of us just for knowing about her?! Undo it now!” Paul was about to speak up only to be tugged on the sleeve by Marko to keep quiet. “I’m not gonna lose the only family I have left because you’re too fucken weak to protect your master….so don’t go dragging my brothers into it. If you fail to protect her it wasn’t from us hurting her, it’s because you failed….what kind of familiar even are you.”

Klaus kept his head down, his black eyes starting to fill up with tears and his ears drooped to the sides of his head. “I know….I’m sorry” All grew quiet aside from the occasional sniffling from Klaus trying to hide his exhausted and upset self, now seeing from David’s point of view and understanding.

He lost his master once, his friend since she was a child carved out of a branch by her father tasked with guiding and watching out for her through her life. Of all things Nani’s father could’ve carved him into, a hawk, a fox, or even a dragon, anything worthy of protecting others but a jumping mouse? Who would ever want a little mouse for a familiar, a child’s silly little suggestion taken literally or perhaps Nani’s father enjoys making cruel fools for familiars? If Nani was still with her family would she have replaced him by making another? Will she do so now if she finds out he was there with the people she deemed untrustworthy?!

Klaus was starting to hyperventilate while unable to hold back his tears all these thoughts scared him more than the night creatures surrounding him. Suddenly feeling a soft touch of being petted from his head to his back, looking up to see Marko petting him as comfort. Unable to stop himself from fully crying he lets out his sobs and fears of being replaced.

“What if she doesn’t love me anymore? Will she replace me? Am I really that bad of a familiar?!” Klaus cried out in heartache and fear. David didn’t realize how badly his words hit Klaus, his word had come out of anger and worry for Paul’s safety. As Klaus's cries went on they saw his bright yellow fur starts to turn a dark faded color and its one bouncy soft hair turn flat and stringy texture, plopped on his side in Paul’s hand.

“What’s happening?!” Paul said in a panic and fear may be dying, looking at David. “Fix him!”

“Fix him how?!” David and Paul yelled back at each other in panic while Marko grew anxious staring at the situation growing worse as they grew louder until a voice chimed in

“Gimme 'em.” Dwayne takes Klaus in his hands and proceeds to walk towards the cave's exit stopping to look at the three left behind. “No more yelling. We’ll take him back when I’m done.” Dwayne looks at David last before exiting with Klaus. Looking at the moon as it was on its slow but decent descent, sitting on the edge of the cliff with Klaus in his palm.

“You know she won’t replace you, right? Especially going into a vampire’s next to get you back. A person ready to replace another person wouldn’t go that length.” Klaus's ear twitched listening to Dwayne before dropping back down.

“She’ll replace me once she finds out I asked for assistance from one of you.” Klaus’ declining appearance had at least stopped for the time being, Dwayne took note of this and kept the conversation going.

“Try to see it another way, you tried to get help from the one person Nani may trust and you just wanted to ensure her safety. I doubt she’d replace you after hearing that, don’t you remember what the first thing she did when she woke up?”

“Run?”

“No, she asked about the hotel she put you in and you were the first thing she looked for. All while taking on four crazy vampires.” Dwayne chuckled while petting Klaus. “So no I doubt she’d replace you especially if she’d had ya for a long time.” Klaus slowly got up as his appearance turned back to his original manner, stopping his tears after hearing his words.

“David was right about something though, I can’t ask to risk one of you for our journey. I understand his reasonings…and his anger.” Klaus’ ears dropped again.

“We’ll talk about that soon, for now, let’s go back inside and see if they haven’t killed each other yet.”Dwayne offered a soft smile.

“But… but the pact can’t be undone it has to be fulfilled.”

“We’ve dealt with Max and way worse” Dwayne calmed Klaus down but inside he hadn’t any idea either aside from just fulfilling the pact as soon as possible. For now, he’d avoid causing Klaus any more stress and take him back into the cave back to the other seeing they’d all calm down, David looking the most exhausted out of Paul and Marko while hunched over in his seat trying to figure out what to do as their leader.

“David,” Dwayne called him out of his thoughts. “Let’s do the pact and finish it as soon as we can.” David lets out a tired sigh and gives in.

“Fine.”David’s eyes landed on Klaus and Paul, both looking at each other silently deciding what to do next until Klaus finally announced.

“Give me time with Nani to explain, she most likely won’t be happy with what I’ve done especially telling you she’s trying to find her lover.” He lowered his head feeling upset with himself only to hear David much calmer and proceed to their nesting area.

“Fine…we’ll talk to her tomorrow night for now go home to her and no more hiding or pacts got it?”

“Of course!” Klaus's small ears twitch up in cheer and hopped out of Dwayne’s hands to the exit. “Thank you all!” Jumping his way home.

The three remaining boys followed after David and join him in their nest. Paul faced the wall with his back to David still feeling a pit in his stomach from David’s screaming at Klaus.

“Hey, David?”

“Hm?”

“Are you angry at me?” Paul waits for any negative reactions only for them to never come, feeling David hug him from behind.

“No, never. I was just scared is all…I don’t wanna lose anyone.” Turning Paul around to give him a proper embrace.

“If I catch feeling for her would you be angry?” Paul’s voice grew to shake.

“No, I love you…all of you, if you like her then I’ll try my best to play nice. Doesn’t mean I’m not gonna play pranks on her.” David chuckled Paul joined in his laughter soon so did Marko hearing them while Dwayne smiled as he fall into his slumber.

Klaus was exhausted from his nightly adventure, crawling back into the cabin window and making sure to close it. Nani was still in an unbothered sleep, Klaus remembering Dwayne’s words as he hopped back into bed. Curling up against Nani’s cheek, quickly fall asleep as he felt her hand hold him close and caressed her thumb as she slept. He would not forget his place with his master, and his family.

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Universally meant. Earthly bound

This update took longer than expected, but for a good reason. I had a lot of work to do and then I managed to sneak away and see my family for a week and then back to crazy town with work.

Another thing that really threw me off was Matthew Perry`s death which I really struggled with.

I am terribly sorry for keeping you waiting for so long.

Here is the latest part of this story.

Part 7

*Olivia`s POV*

Pedro left to get ready at his place while I was debating what to wear. It took me 30 minutes and it usually doesn`t take that long, but this time it was different.

Sure Oscar and Elvira wont know that me and Pedro are dating, but I know that and I didn't want to look like a complete weirdo on our first outing as a couple. Ill scare him off further down the line with my weird fashion sense, but until then I want to look as put together as I can. It can`t get any worse than my house slippers.

I chose my favourite jeans, my Star Wars hoodie and a comfy pair of sneakers I actually forgot I had. Once I was all sorted the clock read 4 pm and my breath started catching in my throat. I was suddenly very self aware and feeling very uneasy and scared.

3 hours ago we were making out on my sofa and now I felt like I didn't deserve to even have him look my way. I felt like I wasn`t enough for him.

Get yourself together Olivia! He is your chance at happiness and you will not screw this up because you are overthinking something as beautiful as love. Wait, did I say love?

*Pedro`s POV*

The shower felt refreshing and my smile wouldn't leave my face. Ever since I met Olivia my mood has shifted dramatically and I really hope I can get it under control once we are all together at Oscar`s.

It`s not that I am embarrassed of being with her. God knows I won the lottery by running into her, but I just want to see how far would Oscar and Elvira go for us two to actually go together.

Oscar has been one of my best friends for ages and he knows how much I struggled with relationships. Its not that I was incapable of love but I never seemed to have enough time to dedicate myself fully to any of them and it didn`t seem fair to do that to them. I wanted to be all in but my crazy schedule never allowed me that so I chose to give them the freedom they needed in order to find that one man that could offer them all the attention and love they deserved.

Olivia appeared at the right time. She appeared when I decided I needed to pace myself a bit after all the attention I got after the Mandalorian and The Last Of Us were released. I love what I am doing and I have worked so hard to get to where I am now, but I always felt like something was missing. I always felt like I was the odd one at dinner parties. You know, the only single one without kids. I longed for that. I longed to have a family and little ones running around the place. I`ve always wanted to be a dad, instead I got to play all these father figures. I wanted it to be real.

Then she appeared in her house slippers and something drew me to her instantly. It was like all the walls I have built along the years came crashing down the moment our eyes met. For me, Olivia was the one.

Wait what?

Normal POV* (Olivia`s)

I was minutes away from Oscar`s house. At this point I felt like my knees would give in.

As we agreed to not show up together, I knew that Pedro was already there.

Once reaching their door I didn`t even get to knock as the door flew open with Oscar and the two boys hugging me.

"Auntie O!!!!" screamed the boys.

With that I could see Elvira and Pedro turn around from their seats on the sofa with both of them smiling widely at me.

"If it isn`t my bestest friend in the whole wide world" said Oscar while taking my coat and backpack.

All I heard was a loud and offended "Hey!" coming from the living room.

"Ohh stop pouting Pascal. She holds a very special place in my heart and you know that".

So they`ve talked about me to Pedro before? Wow, this keeps getting more interesting by the minute.

"Wait a minute Oscar. Hand me the backpack."

Once I had my backpack I started searching for the sweets and toys I had for the boys.

"If you are pumping sugar in my boys again O, I swear you are the one putting them to bed tonight!" shouted Elvira who has now moved to the kitchen trying to prepare snacks for the game.

Pedro was looking amused at the exchange me, Oscar and Elvira were having about the boys. It was like I was family to them and in a sense, I knew I was.

"I am so not doing that. Look, it says natural flavours on the package." I said in a failed attempt to look like that one aunt that would get her nephews only healthy sweets.

"Enough of that. Olivia, I want you to meet someone"

With that, Oscar took off towards the living room with me following him. I felt like my heart was about to beat out of my chest.

"Pedro, this is my dear friend and sister from another mister, Olivia. Olivia, meet my best friend Pedro." he said while stepping aside from between me and Pedro, as he was now standing in front of me.

He extended his hand and I extended mine while looking at each other knowing full on well that this will be a hard task.

"Lovely to meet you Olivia. A beautiful name for a beautiful lady."

"Likewise, Pedro. I mean not the part with the beautiful name for a beautiful lady. Obviously." I said while shaking his hand.

The moment our hands touched I swear I felt a surge of electricity going through my body, and by the look on his face so did he. Oscar was now awkwardly standing looking at us and he eventually cleared his throat.

"Okay, so now that the meeting happened let the games begin. I mean game. Let the Monopoly game being."

With Elvira, Oscar and the boys sitting on one side of the table, me and Pedro were sat together on the other side. It was torture not being able to kiss him and touch him and I knew he felt the same.

Once the game began we were all in deep thinking trying various strategies in order to win the game. Soon enough it was only me and Oscar left playing the game as both Elvira and Pedro cashed out.

"They are so competitive. Its like they are actually brother and sister. They will not let this go so buckle up Pedro, its going to be a long night." said an amused Elvira.

She witnessed enough games to know that me and Oscar would not forfeit in any way, shape or form.

"Hey! You took more money from the bank!" said an annoyed Oscar.

"I did not! I took 100. See...20...40...60...80..100. How could I possible take more? You made Elvira the bank!" I said in an exasperated tone.

"You took 10 more. I know you and Elvira are in a secret girl team!"

"Oscar you are losing the plot! I swear to God. Fine! I will hand 10 back to Elvira but only because I don`t want you all dramatic for the next 3 months telling everyone I cheated on Monopoly which..." and I looked over at Pedro and Elvira while handing the 10 back to her " I DID NOT DO!"

Pedro got up from the table, most probably to escape the madness me and Oscar playing a game together creates and I felt my phone buzz.

"You are not to take calls while we are in the middle of a game!"

"I am not taking a call. Its a message! What if its my mom needing something? Jeez Oscar chillax mate!" I said while opening the message. Sure enough, it wasn`t from my mom, but from Pedro.

*I don`t know how much longer I can keep this secret from them baby. I want to kiss you so bad and hold your hand and have you snuggle into my chest while playing this game.

*20 more minutes baby. I will beat Oscar in this game and then we`ll find a way to drop the bomb on them. They have tried so hard to get us together. Let them enjoy it a bit more*

With that being said Pedro returned to the table looking at both me and Oscar while sipping his beer.

I was so concentrated to beat Oscar in Monopoly I didn`t even feel Pedro`s hand that lightly brushed my back while getting back to his seat. This man will be the death of me.

Sure enough, 20 minutes later Oscar was defeated.

"You are an evil Monopoly genius and I hate you for that O!" he said in a very frustrated tone.

"Yes I am and no you don`t."

After the game we all fell into a comfortable conversation and then decided to move the drinking and snacking to the sofa.

Pedro, being a gentleman let me choose the seat first and once I did his eyes went wide.

"Uhmmm, Olivia, not to be a weirdo or anything, but you are sitting in my spot." he said while scratching the back of his head.

Oscar and Elvira stopped dead in their tracks while backing away for a bit to see the interaction between the two of us.

"Are you pulling a Sheldon on me Pascal? Your spot? This has been my spot for ages. I, in fact, chose this spot because it has the best view of the TV and it`s close enough to the heater to be warm in the winter, and also, close enough to the back garden door to be nice and breezy in the summers. "

"Well then we have an issue, cause that is why I chose that spot as well! Oscar, please tell your friend to move from my spot!" said Pedro while winking at me. That`s how I knew we were about to shock the hell out of them.

"I cant really do that P. She will have my head on a silver platter if I do. Can`t you choose the spot next to her? I mean it will still be on the same sofa."

"Choose another spot? Nonsense. You know what. I`ll get my spot back and she can have her spot too. We just need to figure it out, don`t we Olivia?" said Pedro while moving towards me.

He didn`t even need to tell me what to do. It felt like everything with him was like a second nature to me, so I got up from the spot and let him sit. My next move is what made Oscar scream and Elvira nearly pass out.

Instead of leaving and choosing another spot, I went and sat on Pedro`s lap while my arms were draped around his neck.

I swear Oscar`s eyes were about to pop out of his skull.

Pedro`s hand was on my back and his other was on top of my knees while his nose was pressed above my ear and his lips inches away.

"I told you. I can`t stay away from you for a second" Pedro whispered in my ear sending shivers up and down my spine.

"How? What? Why? Who?"

"Oscar your questions do not make sense at all" I said while laughing lightly.

"No, but how? We have tried to get you guys to meet for about 3 years now. " said Elvira while taking her place on the sofa in front of us.

I looked at Pedro and Pedro cleared his throat while preparing to speak.

"Remember the Grogu house slippers girl I told you I ran into at the coffee house?"

"No way! No way! No way! I was close to dragging you both to this house to make you meet and you are telling me you met Olivia in a coffee shop? Wait! Why were you even in your house slippers?" asked a dumbfounded Oscar.

"Breathe Oscar! Long story short, I was late for work didn`t realise what I had on my feet and just left the house. The whole day was a disaster, that`s until I properly met Pedro hours later at the studio. We clicked instantly and it just went from there."

"I knew they would click. I knew it!" said an excited Elvira. "So that means from now on you`ll actually be joining us for dinners? Valid for both you! You both started saying no around the same time"

The look in Pedro`s eyes was different. He looked at me like he has found his purpose in life. He looked at me like I was what he needed in his life. I understood right then and there. I loved him and there was no backing out, because he was the one I was meant to meet all along.

"We sure will." we said at the same time. I swear Oscar and Elvira were on cloud 9 at this point.

We chatted a while longer, mainly about me and Pedro. They fought on who is the captain of the ship, to which me and Pedro both laughed at. They agreed they need to share the captain role and named us Pedrivia but then realised Olidro would be an option too.

It was funny seeing our two best friends acting like teenagers in high-school.

"Right guys, it`s getting late and I have a huge photo-shoot to take care of tomorrow. I need to be on my A game otherwise we might lose the contract with Netflix. "

"What do you mean lose the contract with Netflix? You are the best photographer ever!" said Oscar.

"Remember I was away for a week about two months ago?" he nodded to that. "Well, because I wasn`t in Graham had to hire another photographer and Alexis told me he was very bad. I can`t remember the name of the actress, but I was told the guy was very rude towards her the whole time and the photos turned out bad. This is a remake for that so I will try my best to mend the relationship in between Graham`s photo studio and Netflix."

"Do you know who the photographer was?"

"I have no clue, nor do I want to know. I do know that Graham will never hire anyone else without me giving my opinion on the person and their way of behaving. We can`t lose our contracts. He won`t say it, but I know the studio is struggling at the moment. When I found out Disney + was looking for a photographer long term with a studio, I went and bargained with Netflix because they didn`t want to let us do this. So basically I am the one that made Pedro`s photo-shoot happen. I am glad I did" I said while pressing my lips to his cheek.

" Is there anything we can do to help the studio?" asked Elvira with Pedro and Oscar joining her concern.

"There`s nothing you can do. I am basically trying to keep it running as best as I can. There are so many good people working there, people that rely on those jobs in order to keep their families afloat. I have managed to get some money in, from my own gigs. Half of what I made with National Geographic was put in new backdrops, equipment, paying for one of our colleagues maternity leave. Whatever I can get, half of it will always go there. Graham has been my light at the end of a very dark tunnel and I promised myself I will always have his back." I didn`t even realise that there were tears in my eyes. I felt Pedro`s hand lightly brush a tear of two off.

With that I made my way to the door as I really needed to get some sleep. Pedro followed me and we parted ways with Oscar and Elvira.

While walking to his car, he stopped which made me stop as well.

"Why didn`t you tell me the studio is struggling?"

"Because it`s not your battle to fight baby. It`s mine. I will figure it out. The fact that we have the Disney contract now will help the studio and I still have some gigs lined up for the next few months."

"You are too good for this world. But, please let me help you. You are not alone anymore. I will be here with you every step of the way. I`ll be here even when you will get tired of me, because, baby, I know it`s so early in our relationship, but I can`t see myself without you. "

His hands were on my cheeks and my arms were around his torso. I never wanted the moment to end. The way he looked at me right there and then, it`s something I have always dreamed about. And just before he kissed me he said something that will stay with me forever.

"Liv, you are the one for me and I will do everything in my power to keep you happy and loved. Always and forever."

I was never the one for anyone, and now my Chile trip was playing on my mind over and over again, because whatever the old lady said back then was happening now and I couldn`t believe that it was.

Hope you enjoyed it !!!

Part 1 , Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5 , Part 6

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ok sorry this post will be in green text because i set my tumblr to dark mode but the app just kind of sucks and doesnt work because i never update it anyway everythibg reads fine but in the post editor the text is the exact same color as the background unless i change it to another color (like green for instamce). thsts why i have it set to light mode usually but its dark in hereee and im tireddd but i had something to say anyway that probably took longer tp say than my actual point. my actual point or not even a point just a think i thunk. Ok so im watching markipliers fnaf3 revisit i put it on to fall asleep to theyre good background noise for me. but yeah im watching that rn and i got reminded of my really minor fnaf headcanon that phone dude is just phone guys son. like i dont have any reason for this beyond its fun but why would i need another reason tbf! also kind of fucked up to think that w/ this hc PD (phone dude) found those old training cassettes PG (phone guy) did and is like yoooo sick as hell like he just doesnt know hes related 2 that dude. i dont think thats dramatic enough to be dramatic irony but not ironic enough to be just irony on its own and im not letting myself look this up bevause i Wil get more distracted than i already have. u know wat i mean hopefully. oh also other small thought i thinked (and i think every time i listen to the night 2 phone call( is that its really funny to hear scott cawthon voice phone dude and say the cassettes they found are "like, prehistoric, dude!" even though hes definitely old enough to have used cassettes LOL i just always think like. Man is that how he imagines kids these days (im lacking better phrasing rn soz) because the worst part is thsts pretty accurate. he did a ver good job playing this younger dude (i dont have an adjective to describe pd other yhan like hes a very dude-y dude) does this make sense i feel like im phrasing this terribly. im not trying to sound mean to people over the age of like forty i swear my point is just like so often if anyone older tries to act like this it comes off as very How do you do fellow kids like do u know ehst j mean. im not saying mr. cawthons like less than ten minutes of phone dude dialogue is the pinnacle of this im just saying its simple amd fun and works 2 me. i like phone guy i think most every fnaf fan likes him but i like phone dude a lot also possibly a little more. my guy didnt do shit besides letting springtrap loose like bro was just really invested in his deprecated fazbear haunted house place hes not up on all the lore... i wonder what he did after fnaf3 maybe hes in like a travelling scary circus(???) and/or a spirit halloween employee. probably like a reddit mod but i dont mean yhat meanly i just think hes moderating a kinda small sub for some nicher horror thing hes just chilling dude. maybe hes a youtuber for like tech disassembly modding whatever. i think he has a modded nintendo wii maybe he really likes mario kart who knows. ick whzt im on about now im tired as fuckkkk but my last thinked think was just i like 2 think pg's name is scott for obvious reasons but i like yo think pd, in my headcanon where hes pg's son, is slso cslled scott hes scott jr. hea definitely called scotty though as a nickname bro is suchhh a scotty it fits him dontcha think... anyway im strucvling to stay swake to ramble but i love to ramble to stay awake its some paradox shit (mot really) but yrs my point was im going 2 sleep now goodnight FORVER'!!!!!!!! or juzt until i wake up tomorroaw. baiiiiii

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𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄 - 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 - Lando Norris x Actress!Reader (Enemies to Lovers & Fake Dating AU) 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 - Lando Norris really messed up on the first time meeting one of Hollywood's newest and hottest stars, Y/N L/N. But when his reputation gets too bad, she might be the only one who can save his career from being completely doomed. 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 - 4.1K | 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 - Swearing, crashing and some comforting 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 - I'm so sorry for no updates the past week, everything was a mess in my life to the point that I didn't even comment the race in here. Anyway, here's a big ass chapter to make up to you!

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One more loud banging on the bathroom door and Y/N could already feel her good mood slowly drifting away with every knock. She hasn’t been there for longer than ten minutes; yet Lando was behaving like she had been in there for a lifetime.

“For fuck’s sake, I’m almost finished!”, she shouted, getting back to her skincare routine.

“We’re going to be late!”, he responded from the outside. How dramatic. There was still an hour and a half until they were supposed to be at the grid. They already had their breakfast and Lando was always quick at the shower. But everything was a reason to start a fight between them.

So when she opened the door, Lando was fuming. Y/N pretended that everything was normal and went to get her outfit picked for today, ignoring the stare he had over her. “I can’t believe they didn’t book us two rooms”, he complained.

“Well, darling”, she called sarcastically. “We are supposed to be a couple. And couples don’t sleep in separate rooms”.

Lando ignored it and slammed the door behind him. And just like she expected, he took ten minutes to get ready. Meanwhile, she did a quick makeup and was now finishing a few steps while he dressed up. He wore the usual: McLaren bright orange shirt, black trousers, a cap from his merch collection and all the fancy accessories he loves wearing.

In contrast to his casual clothes for a race weekend, she picked a mini white dress, that definitely was a little more dressed up for the occasion. Totally contrary to his sporty style, but not overdressed for the event. Just enough to make him stop their banter and look her up and down with a smirk on his face.

“Don’t look at me like that”, she groaned, going back to the mirror to put on some lip gloss.

“Like what?”, he giggled, cheeks flushed by getting caught.

“Like I’m a piece of meat”, Y/N turned back to him, but Lando decided to ignore her words.

“You know I hate the taste of this lip gloss”, he commented, taking the tube away from her hands. “I’m going to buy you those minty ones. This one is just rubbish”.

“You’re not required to kiss me at all, Lando. I actually prefer no contact whatsoever with your filthy lips”, she smiled cynically before pulling the lip gloss from his hands. “Are you ready to go or not? You’ve been complaining all morning, but you’re taking forever”.

“Come on, let’s go”.

Today would be the first time Y/N stepped into the paddock as Lando Norris’ girlfriend. They have been out and about for a month now, soft launching on Instagram and popping out in different places all around the world. But today, walking into the race weekend together, would be a way to make it all official.

The response so far has been positive. Lando managed to finish P3 in a race after they popped up together for the first time, and a lot of people connected that with him settling down. Also, people seemed to enjoy them as a couple, considering Y/N is a super sweet celebrity that everyone adored. Them being together only made her popularity rise up so quickly. It was a win for both of them.

This weekend on the media pen, Lando showed up confident for the Miami Grand Prix. He was hopeful to do well at qualifying and have a great race Sunday, just like the previous GP. Then later that night, he was spotted out with Y/N for dinner, finishing their date at a bar, where they made out for hours and were photographed and commented on by everyone on social media. Lando Norris was in love, and it was making a good mark on his career, they all said.

But even with the good response for their relationship, Y/N was nervous about stepping into the paddock for the first time. She knew how many girlfriends of the drivers suffered from backlash from the public, and she feared she might have to go through the same thing. Also, knowing it was all a lie made her very nervous as well. In a few months, there would be a lot of gossip about her life and the reason why they broke up. Was it too late to back off this agreement?

“You okay?”, Lando asked, pulling Y/N out of her thoughts while she glanced out the window. She was being super quiet on their drive to the paddock, enough to make him question the reason. “You haven’t insulted me in ten minutes. Also, you look like you might puke anytime soon”.

“I’m nervous”, she admitted as she picked on her nails to keep herself distracted. “I mean, now I’m not sure this arrangement was a good idea for us. When it’s time for us to break up, there’s going to be so much speculation about our lives”.

“Welcome to the fame game”, he laughed sarcastically and showed no sympathy for her feelings. Lando was still pissed about this agreement, especially now that they were spending most of their time together.

The past month hasn’t been the easiest for them to pretend to be a couple. Every outing they had together was accompanied by a huge fight when nobody was looking. It sickened them both to have to pretend to be in love with someone they hated. As she kissed Lando, Y/N was constantly reminded of all the bad things he ever said to her. And on the other way round, Lando felt stupid for having to lie just for the sake of his career. Did he really need a girlfriend to prove he's any good?

Out in plain sight, Lando was a gentleman. He climbed out of the car and then opened the door for her. Y/N took the hand extended to her and laced her fingers with his. Both of their hands were clammy out of nervousness. Today, Norris had two things to worry about: getting a good position on qualifying and what people might think about his new girlfriend. Hopefully, they won't react badly like last time.

“Ready to be the new Mrs Norris?”, he asked sarcastically, as he pulled her under his arm so they would walk together.

“Don't even joke about that”, YIN was about to roll her eyes, but had to force a smile when she saw a few fans standing in front of them.

“Smile, first lady of motorsport”, he whispered in her ear.

"You're not that good to have me considered as first lady", she hissed back, but keep the looks for everyone around them.

Lando let go of her to say hello to some fans. He took pictures with them; signed photos, shirts and caps; and had a nice chat with all of them. Meanwhile, Y/N did the same with the people who recognized her, which was a fair amount. He was the rockstar of the moment, but she shined just as bright as he did.

“Lando, is that your new girlfriend?”, a fan asked while he was focused on perfectly drawing his signature on her cap. He cracked a big smile and nodded.

“Yes. She's pretty, isn't she?”, he looked back at her, and for some reason, she felt her cheeks heating up. Maybe it was the nervousness. Lando Norris would NEVER have the power to make her flustered.

"She is! My boyfriend and I love her show", the fan commented. “You make such a cute couple”.

“Thank you. Would you like a photo with Y/N? I promise she only bites when required”, he smirked, earning a smack on his arm.

“Lando, shut up!”, Y/N called out as she approached them, ready to talk to the fan.

And so they carried on with their parade around the paddock. All smiles and all the photographers and filmmakers attention. It wouldn't be a surprise if their “relationship” is featured on next year's season of Drive to Survive. Hopefully by then, their relationship will just be a story to tell.

By the time they arrived at the McLaren motorhome, Lando let go of her hand to say hello to everyone. As much as she despised him, Y/N was impressed with his politeness with his team. He knew everyone by name and made sure to say hello to every single person he crossed. Also, to keep up with the looks, he introduced his "girlfriend" to everyone. The team seemed happy that he had found someone to take care of him. It hurt Y/N a little to be lying to all of them, because everyone seemed so nice. Even the people who knew it was all an act treated her nicely.

“Are you enjoying being a WAG?”, her PR agent asked, trying hard not to laugh at the face Y/N was making.

“I think I might puke”, she admitted, making her agent not resist cracking a laugh.

“You know, he's not as bad as you think he is. You might have started on the wrong foot, but Lando is a nice guy”.

“Well, that's the problem with him. He's nice to everyone but me”.

The rest of the day was one of the best acts of Y/N's life. Lando dragged her up and down the paddock, showing everything she needed to see. She had been to races before, but was never shown around by someone who actually understands everything. So if she thought it would be a boring day, she was fairly wrong. Also, being able to keep up with the good looks and not fight was the nicest part of the whole experience.

Was that how it feels to date Lando Norris? Getting to know the awesome world of motorsports, laughing at his dumb jokes, having kisses pressed to her cheeks, collarbone, tip of the nose and lips now and then. Feeling like an absolute princess, as she had the best time meeting new people. It was too good to be true. Dating him would never be that nice. In the end, that was all an act, and Y/N knew that very well.

Eventually, he retreated to get prepared for the free practice before qualifying. Y/N took that as some time to get something to eat and drink. With that, she ran into Oscar's girlfriend, Lily. They have met once at an event, but Y/N wasn't involved with Lando yet. And as nice as she has always been, she approached for a proper chat as the boys had fun with their cars.

“I have to say, I never would've thought you and Lan would end up together”, Lily said. “But I get it. Lando has that glimmer in his eyes every time he looks at you”.

“Does he?”, Y/N sounded more ironic than she wanted. Was Lily lying to her face just like that?

“Well, of course! His eyes scream how much he admires you”.

Soon the conversation changed to a different subject, and you got to enjoy watching free practice while talking about life, sipping on champagne and bonding. By the end of the session, they had exchanged numbers and were now friends. Y/N felt terrible as she lied to her. Lily was too sweet for the truth.

When practice ended, Lando climbed out of the car and went straight to Y/N, stealing a big kiss from her. Confused by the action, she only came to her senses when she noticed the camera behind him. All for them.

“Enjoyed the view, baby?”, Lando asked, hand still secure on her waist.

“Yes, it was very nice”, she admitted, the nickname sickening on her throat. “Lily kept me company”.

“Papaya queens cheering for the papaya kings”, he joked, pulling her for a brief kiss before going to talk to his team post session.

Y/N knew it was all an act, but she was enjoying being around that Lando. The easygoing, always smiley and nice to everyone Lando Norris; not the absolute drunk dickhead she met a year ago. Also, not fighting with him is always a win. Even being alone with him in the driver's room didn't feel insufferable.

Lando was lying in his tiny bed with his eyes closed, trying to rest until qualifying. Y/N was keeping up with a few tweets about her presence in the paddock, feeling relieved with the good amount of nice comments on social media. The scariest part of this fake relationship was finally over.

“They like us together”, she broke the silence, making Lando open his eyes. “I guess there will be no hate for us”.

“Thank God! At least we won't have to deal with negativity this weekend”.

YIN didn't recognize that Lando. He had never treated her as an ordinary person. No snarky comment or insults. It was just him being an ordinary person. Maybe the good mood helped a lot. After all, later that day, he qualified P2 and would be starting on the front now on Sunday. Everything was working in his favour, and the way he was treating Y/N was a consequence of that.

When the next day arrived, they repeated every action from Saturday on the paddock; walking hand in hand, talking to fans and smiling for the cameras. Y/N also had an even better time by seeing some familiar faces that Sunday. Being in the Miami Grand Prix made everything easier, since a lot of Hollywood celebrities came to see the US race.

Lando's good mood carried on with him throughout the day. Anyone could just see his passion for the sport in his eyes. Sometimes, Y/N thinks that the way he acts with her on the paddock is a reflection of his love for his job. So him being in a good mood and treating her right brought mixed feelings to her chest. It was almost scary how comfortable it was to be around him this weekend, or how her heart softened every time she saw him just doing his job.

“I was thinking that maybe we could put on a show before you go in the car”, Lando suggested as he got ready for the race in his room. “Like a good luck kiss and a hug, maybe”.

“Yeah, that would be cool. The internet would love it”.

“And I also never had anyone do that for me, So I think it would be nice to know how it feels like”, he shrugged with a smug smile on his face.

God, she wanted to punch herself in the face because of all the mixed feelings on her chest. “So you never had someone giving you a good luck kiss before a race?”

“Never”, he admitted.

“I'll be honoured to be your first, Norris”.

And that's exactly what she did. When the time came, Y/N helped Lando close his suit and held his face between her hands. They didn't even look around for cameras, making sure it was all registered for their stunt. She just pressed her lips to his in a sweet kiss and smiled when he pulled away.

“Good luck, Lando”, she wished him, earning a beautiful and genuine smile from him. It was quite literally the first time Lando truly smiled at her.

“Thank you, Y/N”, he kissed her again before pulling her from a hug.

For a second, both of them forgot about their little agreement. Lando pulled her for a hug because he felt like he needed that power up before jumping into the car. Then, if the hug wasn't so confusing, he slipped a headphone into her ears and showed her a spot from where she could watch the race. She didn't know if it was for the stunt, but Lando pressed another kiss to her forehead and went into the car. Little did she know he did that out of impulse, not because they should pretend to be in love.

Lando only noticed the camera once he was in the cockpit. Y/N was left shaken by his actions in the back, with her mind anywhere else but at the McLaren garage. She was only pulled back from her thoughts when Lily sat next to her and put a hand on her knee, offering her some company for the race.

And what a race that was. Both Lando and Oscar were flying on the track, with an excellent pace and a chance for a double podium for the team. Norris had his P2 secured through almost all the laps, until the weather changed, and a sudden rain made him lose control of his car. His McLaren spun around, hit the wall and was immediately retired, keeping him from finishing the race.

It wasn't a bad, concerning crash; but it was definitely frustrating. After a quick stop at the medical centre, Lando came straight back to the McLaren motorhome, where he locked himself in his room. "I don't want anyone here, please", he mumbled to Zak Brown before closing the door. If it was frustrating for the team, it was even more frustrating for the driver. A really great weekend down the drain, all because of some rain.

"He won't talk to anyone", Zak said. “I knocked and tried thrice”.

All the eyes at the garage turned to Y/N, his ‘girlfriend’, who didn't think twice before speaking. “I'll talk to him”, she said, promptly getting off her seat.

She didn't knock before entering the room. Lando was sitting on his couch, hugging his legs, face hidden behind his arms. He wasn't a loud crier, but she could definitely see him sobbing. When he noticed a presence in the room, he looked up to tell them off, knowing it was probably Zak. He was taken aback when he saw Y/N by the door.

Her heart crushed at the sight. The tears streaming down his face, the lifeless eyes, the semblance of someone who has been defeated. That wasn't the happy and full of life F1 driver she had the opportunity to meet that weekend. What Y/N felt at the sight of Lando was too strong.

“Please, Y/N, now's not the time for a stunt”, he started, but she cut him off.

“Are you okay?”, she dared to ask, making Lando surprised with the question. And for some reason, he decided to be honest with her.

"No", he whipped a few tears from his face and snorted.

“I'm so sorry about the crash“, she dared to approach Lando and sit next to him on the couch. “You didn't deserve how it ended. You were doing so good”.

“Well, it doesn't matter now. It's clear that I'm a shitty driver, who's been having a shitty year because I can't properly do my job”.

The truth is that, deep down, what frustrated him the most was that he was finally proving everyone wrong. Proving he could get results and that he's a driver who belongs to stand on top of podiums. He didn't need anything else than results to prove that. And when he was finally getting there, the rain washed it down.

"Don't say that, Lando", she scolded him. “I know I'm not exactly friends and that I'm probably the last person you want to see now, but you're such an amazing driver. I got to see it all with my own eyes this weekend”.

“Liar”, he mumbled, face going back to its hidden place between his legs. “It hurts. It hurts that I can't win a race. It hurts that the team doesn't trust my reputation and is asking me to lie. Everything fucking hurts”.

Probably, Y/N is the last person he should be talking about this subject. But weirdly, it was too comfortable to blurt it all out with her. She understood him, and for some reason, even after all the hatred they felt for each other, she wanted to comfort him.

“I'm not lying, Lando. I know you don't trust my words, but I'm telling you the truth”, she said, resting a hand on his shoulder. And before she could continue with the speech, Lando wrapped his arms around her and buried his face in her neck. Surprised with the action, Y/N rolled her fingers through his curls and let him cry as much as he wanted.

Frozen and taken aback by their position, she remained quiet as he continued sobbing on her shoulder. Maybe it was all he needed; a shoulder to cry on and some steam to let go off. What she wasn't expecting was what he said next.

“Talk to me, Y/N”, he asked, his voice bargained on his throat.

“What do you want to talk about?” She asked.

“Anything. Just… talk to me. Get me distracted”.

Lando wouldn't admit it ever, but her voice was calming him down from everything he went through. Her smell was keeping him grounded, and her touch was slowing down the heart on his chest. At that moment, he didn't care about the reason why she was making him feel that way. He just wanted to feel better.

“It was so nice to see you working today”, she admitted, making Lando’s heart skip a beat. “You can just see it in your eyes how much you love this sport, and how much you work to make sure you accomplish your dreams. Makes me feel really close to you, because I want the same things”.

Y/N was speaking from the heart. Without giving much thought into her words, she simply said what was on her heart. And it worked, because Lando had stopped crying. She could feel his fingers squeezing tightly around her waist, making her continue her speech.

“You did so good this weekend. P2 in qualifying and P2 through the entire race. Tell me about an impressive performance”, Lando looked up, now with a small smile on his face.

“I was really good, wasn't I?”, his thumbs were still drawing circles on her waist.

“You were! I was very impressed. The rain was just a big unfortunate”, She admitted. “So don’t let this unfortunate event, that wasn’t even your fault, make you feel sad about today. You don’t deserve this after such an amazing drive”.

“You’re right”, he leaned back and cleaned off the tears that were falling down. “But shit, this is so hard. I feel like an idiot. I could’ve finished that perfectly”.

“I know it’s frustrating, but you can look at it on the bright side”, Y/N sat next to him and rested one hand on his knee. “You're well, and alive. And you proved that, with a good car, you can do spectacular things”.

“You think so?”, his eyes were gleaming, like he adored her, and she smiled at him as she nodded.

“You’re a great driver, Lando. Don’t let those tiny bad things get to you”, Y/N rubbed her thumbs on his cheeks and whipped the few stubborn tears that still dared to fall. He smiled weakly before resting his head on her chest again.

It was strange to be close to each other like that. And it was even stranger how comfortable they felt with each other. But they let it be, because it was finally nice to be in each other’s presence.

“Come on, let's go back to the hotel”, she tapped his shoulder twice, making him get off her. Lando accepted the offer, too tired to talk to the media or his team, and took that as a getaway.

Y/N talked to Zak and he understood that Lando needed some rest, scheduling the debrief with Lando for the next day, when they would take a plane together back to the UK. Now free to go back to the hotel, Lando took Y/N's hand and they quickly sneaked out the paddock with the help of security.

They went back to their hotel room quietly, too scared that a single word would ruin the nice interaction they just had. Y/N had Lando into the shower the second they arrived and promptly ordered them burgers for dinner.

“You're a lifesaver”, he opened a tired smile and found a spot next to her in bed.

“This will make you feel better”, she patted his knee and got comfortable on her spot.

They ate in silence, as the sound of TV filled the room. But it wasn't uncomfortable. For the first time ever, they didn't want to jump on each other's throat. And somehow, just being in each other's presence made their hearts feel lighter.

The comedy show went on through the night, even when they found their spot in bed. Lando ignored the second bed in their room and found himself getting cosy next to Y/N. He didn't know what had got into him - maybe the crash left him needy - but he pulled her close and caged her between his arms and legs. He fell asleep tangled with her, thinking that the way his heart was racing on his chest was a problem for tomorrow's Lando.

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hellishrebukesystem · 9 months ago

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System Update--Graham and David @ Front 02/12/24

Got a break from the psychosis today--no sightings of deerwomen crucifixes, priests in neighbor's yards, tarantulas, or burning men with flesh wings in our living room. The creepy whispering as gone away for today as well--we slept for 11 hours and 2 minutes after not sleeping for nearly thirty six hours. That being said, we are starting our sleep fast over and plan to stay awake for the next 72--it is hard to explain exactly why we are doing this but it mostly has to do with trying to commune and communicate with other dimensions/timelines/etc. We know that sounds like psychosis, but we aren't so sure that it is, rather we think that maybe it might be a spiritual awakening of sorts. We didn't take our night meds to achieve this goal and will continue to not take meds for the next 72 hours.

***This is not an endorsement of going against treatment plans or doctor's advice--I'm not telling you what to do--I just know what's right for me and my needs as of this moment in time.***

We got major headache around five today, but it was gone by nine tonight, so hopefully we can keep our physical health problems to a minimum--we also hope to go on a liquid fast and only drink liquids and consume no more than one meal a day for the at least the next 72 hours. This also not for weight loss or ana reasons and I do not support that, and I am not encouraging that--this is for religious reasons and if you are struggling with an ED, you should not take this for some kind of diet or reason to starve yourself. I have clear reasons for doing this, I have a therapist and people taking care of me--this is not something to do without doctors and people around you to monitor you and make sure you will be okay, okay?

Anyway--Graham is annoyed because he thought he was done with having to deal with shit like this--He and I try to be friends, but we usually end up getting on each other's nerves, because well--we just handle these things very differently; he wants to be responsible and keep house/keep things clean/make the bed/take care of the body--yada yada yada and I'm more the type to just get exhausted and want us to take a break. Let stuff slide a little and just enjoy the quiet moments we get; we were both disappointed about all the sleeping but for very different reasons, ya know.

I was disappointed because I had a gillion fun things planned, but we fell asleep instead and that was frustrating, like I wanted to get caught up on all the relaxing we hadn't been doing for the last however many months and I wanted to feel good, ya know? I was pissed at Graham too, because he took the damn morning and night meds (yesterday) even knowing that was gonna make us fucking tired! He took the day meds today too--but fortunately I did not take night meds even tho he tried really hard to convince us to. I know if I can make it past midnight, I will stay up all night--and I'll be happy to. I'm not happy to have to start the fast over again. It is so stupid--like we get the instructions on what to do and Graham wants to ignore them all the time.

He was disappointed in us too for falling asleep--not last night--but the nap that we took--which we wouldn't have taken if we hadn't fallen asleep last night--it's a momentum thing--the longer you stay awake the easier it is to stay awake after a certain point--it tips in your favor. If he had let us keep browsing Tumblr too--we would've been fine--we would've been wide awake. That's another trick; you can't let yourself get bored. It fucks up everything. He disappointed about the nap because he wanted to do some homework/revisions for our MFA class--but honestly, I was pretty pissed at him for it--we didn't even have feedback from the professor yet and he wanted to pressure us into doing some stupid ass unfocused work. It would've been easier if he would've let us have this. I can't believe he undid our work.

Honestly, sorry this is so long--this probably won't be the last you hear about it--honestly, I might just, like, idk, do a call-out for Graham, not that he'll read it the little bastard, but I'd feel better about. Separate post. KK bye.

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corpsedaydream · 4 years ago

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Hi! Thank you for writing for Corpse!

Anyway, how about scenario when after some stressing things (like going for groceries or medical treatment etc) corpse came home just to see s/o in his hoodie that just too big for her?? Fluff and all??

Thank you again and sorry for bad eng :D

thank u for reading them cutie!! 🖤

oof this is a cute idea, here we go

update: this turned out longer than i planned, but i’m not mad about it! hope u enjoy

word count: 1.3k

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cold hands, warm neck

You had no idea what time it was when you awoke. You’d been spending your time off at your boyfriends house and after four days of trying your best to match his sleep schedule - not wanting to miss out on any moments with him - it finally caught up to you and you had crashed hard.

The night before, Corpse told his friends he was taking a quick bathroom break from streaming, except it wasn’t a bathroom break, you hadn’t replied to any of his messages he’d sent you while he was in there and he was getting a little worried. He was surprised to hear no noise around the house. Usually when he opened his office door for the past few days, he’d hear you watching something quietly from the couch, or facetiming one of your friends, or laughing at something on your phone. He’d gotten so used to it that when it was dead silent, the anxiety started to build ever so slightly.

The living room and kitchen showed up empty, and as he turned around, he caught that his bedroom door was opened.

“(Y/N),” Corpse called your name as he began walking closer, but you didn’t respond and his anxiety grew.

“Baby?” He tried again, reaching the doorway and looking in and that’s when he saw you and relief flooded through him.

He had gotten used to you staying awake with him these past couple of days, but he knew himself you couldn’t keep that up the whole time you were there. In reality, he was expecting a moment like this to happen.

You were deep asleep, not moving an inch and chest moving so slowly but rhythmically to signal how peaceful you were. There were telltale signs that you unintentionally fell asleep. You were still atop his covers, and he’d come to learn you loved to be curled up under a duvet. Your hair was still up in it’s scrunchie and he’d come to learn you slept with it out or you woke up a little grumpy because of the headache it caused. Your water bottle was leaning against your arm and he’d come to learn you always placed it on the floor before sleeping, you’d told him about the few times when you woke up freezing after they’d leak. Your phone was still half in your hand, but it was dead, signalling that you were probably scrolling through Tiktok or Twitter and fell asleep doing so.

He took a moment to look over you, he wanted to remember this picture in his mind, before he went into action to make sure you were sleeping how he knew you preferred.

First he removed your water bottle, second he grabbed your phone and plugged it on charge for you before placing it on his bedside table. Next came the actions he was worried would wake you.

With gentle hands, he pulled the scrunchie from your hair, allowing your hair to sprawl over his pillow and next he went to work with trying to get the covers out from under you and over you, instead.

It seemed Corpse really underestimated just how deep asleep you were, because you didn’t stir once through this process. If he was honest with himself, there was a part of him that had selfishly wished you had woken up, just so he could kiss you and hold you for a moment to tell you good night and hear your sleepy voice. But he knew you needed this, he couldn’t expect you to keep up with his sleeping pattern. So he settled with leaving a gentle peck against your forehead and whispering a quiet “sweet dreams, baby,” before going back to his stream.

You were somewhat delirious when you did finally wake up. After a few nights of barely sleeping to catching up on all those missed hours in one night, you couldn’t even be sure what day it was.

“Corpse?” Even your voice was a little croaky, laced with sleep. You rubbed your hands over your eyes before spotting your phone on charge. Slow hands grabbed it, unplugging the charger seeing that it was now on 100% before looking to see if Corpse had messaged you anything. And sure enough, you discovered he had gone out, but he promised to be home soon. Something you didn’t doubt, knowing he didn’t enjoy being out of his place.

Whilst waiting, you took a shower but when you got out, it was seemingly a lot colder today.

Did I even pack anything warm? You wondered to yourself, Corpse lived somewhere it rarely became cold and you were left empty handed when looking through your own belongings for a hoodie. Then you spotted a hoodie of Corpses sitting on the end of his bed and without thinking twice, you slipped the black article of clothing over your body. It made you miss him, it felt right to be wearing his clothes, but it made you want his arms around you, too.

You decided on waiting for him on the couch, it was close to the front door and you had just spent well enough hours in his bed.

It wasn’t long before you heard the locks of his front door being switched opened and instantly the smile grew on your face as your heart fluttered with excitement. You’d spent almost every minute with him since being here, so the time spent sleeping and him going out felt long.

You watched him as he walked in the front door. He hadn’t noticed you at first. And you could see why in his face, he was distracted, stressed from the task that really took a toll on him and you wished he’d woken you up so you could’ve gone with him or even for him.

“Hi.” You greeted your boyfriend.

“Fuck,” You caught him off guard, and you couldn’t help but to laugh as he made a little a stumble and dropped the bag that was in his hand. “You’re awak- is that mine?” He quickly cut himself off, his eyes landing on you and dropping down to look over the familiar black hoodie that completely engulfed you in the most heart warming way.

“Oh, yeah, I didn’t bring anything warm.” You spoke, lifting your arms as you spoke and looking at the material that was so baggy all over you, but so comfortable. “I should’ve asked, sorry.” You apologised but all he could focus on was how perfect you looked. So cozy but also fresh and well rested after the deep sleep you had.

“No, no. It’s okay. I love it.” He assured you and you began blushing, placing your hands that were completely covered by the sleeves over your face.

“Corpse, stop.”

“I’m serious, you don’t know how much better this has made me feel.” He told you honestly, and that’s when you brought your hands down from your face and instead opened your arms to him.

“Come here.” You told him simply and he didn’t waste a second before he accepted the invitation and embraced you fully.

Your body automatically moved back to lay against the arm of the couch as he joined you by resting on top of you. You jumped slightly as his arms rounded you and his cool hands slid under the hoodie, his touch wanting to feel your bare skin.

“Sorry baby, you’re just so warm.” Corpse told you before leaving a kiss against your neck and resting his head there. “Every part of you, too.” Even his nose felt cold as he nuzzled it against where he’d just left the kiss.

“Why are you so cold?” You asked between laughs, bringing your own arms around him, too, wanting to be as close as possible.

“I had to go outside.” He sighed and his reply took the humour out of your words.

“Are you okay?” You didn’t hesitate to ask him, brushing your fingers through his hair.

He nodded his head against you. “Don’t wanna talk about it right now. Just want to be with you.”

“Okay.”

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drabbles-mc · 3 years ago

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Just One Week (9)

Horacio Carrillo x F!Reader

Warnings: 18+, alcohol, a tiny little dash of tension to make the world go round

Word Count: 3.7k

A/N: It’s been a minute since my last update, sorry about that! Been having a lot of life stuff going on and writing hasn’t been at the top of my priority list. Also, I’ve been procrastinating on this story because I know I’ve only got a couple chapters left and I’m not ready to say goodbye to the little world I’ve built here. But I hope you guys enjoy! xo

Chapter Index

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Your alarm went off in the morning, and it felt like you had gotten absolutely no rest. You slept through the night just fine, but there was still an exhaustion weighing heavily in your bones. You felt like you were moving at half-speed as you made your way around your apartment to get ready for the day.

It was your parents’ last full day in Colombia—they were flying out the following afternoon. The mix of emotions that you were having in lieu of those facts wasn’t something you had been expecting. You enjoyed having them so close, and it made you realize just how much you actually missed them. Of course you knew that, but you didn’t realize just how much you missed them until you saw them again, and then were faced with the fact that they were going to be leaving. Clearly they liked their stay in Colombia well enough, and depending on how much longer you stayed they would come back again to see you, but there was no set time frame. Once they took off, you had no idea when you were going to see them again.

And that meant that you were going to be back on your own in Colombia again. Or, at least, that was one of the possibilities. The other thing that was lingering, like a cloud shading all of your thoughts, was not knowing what was really going to happen with Carrillo when the time came for the ruse to be up, and for the two of you to sort out how you wanted to move forward. You didn’t want to pretend that none of it ever happened, you didn’t want it to go back to how it was before. Something in your gut told you that he felt the same way, but you didn’t know if he was going to be brave enough to allow himself that. Restraint was woven into the fabric of who he was and how he operated, you knew that well, and you hoped that it wasn’t going to keep him from you.

You had no intention of spending your day at work knowing that your parents were going to be leaving in about twenty-four hours. Your plan was simply to just swing through and make sure that nothing drastic had happened overnight that you needed to help anyone handle, give Horacio the vague gameplan for the night, and then proceed to spend the day with your parents doing whatever they hadn’t managed to do already. It was a painfully simple plan, one you assumed you were going to have to trouble executing especially since the powers that be decided you, Steve, and Javier weren’t going to be going anywhere or doing anything anytime soon.

Walking across the floor, it was completely silent and empty. You’d seen Carrillo’s car in the parking lot when you’d gotten there, so you knew that he was in already at least. No one else was, though, and you supposed that maybe it was better that way.

You dropped your stuff at your desk, not even bothering to get it organized since you weren’t planning on saying. The walk to his office door seemed so much longer than usual. The door was open, but you still gave it a light knock as you walked in. Carrillo looked up from the papers on his desk, face softening from intense focus into a small smile when he saw you.

“Got a minute?” you lingered by the door.

He nodded, gesturing to the chair across from him, “Always.”

Your lips curled into a smile at the sentiment. Turning, you gently pushed the door closed and came to sit across from him. Crossing one leg over the other, you rested your hands in your lap, feeling almost the same kinds of jitters that you had when you sat down in that very chair almost two weeks before. It was funny to you, how things could feel simultaneously the same and yet so different.

“Everything alright?” his eyes searched yours, wondering where your head was at.

You nodded, “Yea. I just, you know, um, it’s my parents’ last night in Colombia.”

His brows furrowed, thinking of all the implications of that statement, “Oh.”

“Mhm,” you didn’t know why it was so hard to meet his eyes, “So I was just hoping that you could maybe come over for dinner? You know, before my mother’s heart breaks having to leave you behind tomorrow,” you chuckled.

He smiled, nodding, “I can do that. Dinner at your apartment?”

“Yea,” you rested your elbow against the arm of the chair, leaning against it, “Is there a more glamorous way to wrap up their time here with us?”

With us was going to be replaying in his mind long after the current discussion was over. He already knew it. “Anything you need from me?”

You shook your head, a smile creeping across your lips, “Just your company.”

“Okay,” he wished that he knew how to say just how reassuring that was.

“Okay,” you nodded, standing up. You turned and were about to walk towards the door, but decided that you were feeling just brave enough to say, “And if you want to, you can stay again.” He leaned back in his chair, eyes a little wider as though the words had actually pushed him and you couldn’t help but to smile at his reaction, “I’ll see you later.”

He nodded, “Yes, I’ll see you later.”

You left the door to his office open when you walked out, leaving it the same way it was when you got there. Even though you couldn’t feel the smile on your face, it must’ve been there, because the first thing that you heard when you got closer to your desk was the sound of Steve’s laughter.

“Early meeting with the colonel?” his grin was smug enough to slap off his face.

You tried to rein in whatever look was on your face to make him talk that way, “Just making sure that no one here needed me for anything today—Mom and Dad leave tomorrow.”

“Can’t believe you didn’t bring ‘em here,” he shook his head.

You laughed, “Meeting you and Peña is more of a second-trip type of experience. Which reminds me,” you picked up your belongings and clapped Steve on the shoulder, “You’re in charge of keeping him out of trouble today while I’m gone.”

“When are you gonna be on babysitting duty?”

You rolled your eyes as you walked towards the elevator, “I’m on babysitting duty every time the three of us are together.”

Shopping with your parents in preparation for dinner was an adventure in its own way. Never again would you take for granted being able to wander and get things done at your own pace. Normally, you would’ve just gone shopping on your own and picked up whatever they wanted, but your mom insisted on coming along with you despite the fact that she didn’t know where you were going or the setup of anywhere that you were shopping. Your dad knew better than to try and get in the middle of it all, content to simply be the one who was in charge of carrying the groceries as you each accumulated them.

“We don’t need all of that, do we?” your mom eyed the bag that you handed to your father.

You laughed, “I still need to eat after you guys leave, you know. It’s not going to go to waste.”

She let out a quiet hum, a sound that signaled a sort of defeat, “I didn’t think of it that way.”

“I know you think I work too much, but I promise I do eat.”

As much as you cherished your own routine and way of doing things, you had to admit that it was amusing to watch your mother gawk at some of the things that you didn’t have back home. After a while, she didn’t even need to ask, “What’s this?” because you could see it on her face as she reached to get something off a shelf that she was going to have questions. You were happy to explain what everything was, what different things you could do with whatever item she pulled off the shelf. Your father was quiet for the most part, but you could see it in the expression on his face that he was impressed.

And you wished that Carrillo was there. The thought snuck up on you as you watched your mother shake her head and put a package back onto the shelf. You were in the middle of chuckling and shaking your head when you found yourself wondering how amused Horacio would’ve been with all of it too. The thought surprised you, but you didn’t mind the warmth that spread through your chest in the wake of it. The flutter in your heart must’ve translated into your facial expression because when you looked over, your father was looking at you, an amused smile on his lips.

“You alright?” he asked, his tone light enough to convey the fact that he knew you were definitely alright, just caught daydreaming.

You laughed, not able to look him in the eye, like you’d been caught red-handed doing something you weren’t supposed to, “I’m good, yea.”

It was almost dinnertime, and by some miracle you had managed to cook alongside your mother in your puny kitchen without either of you setting the apartment or each other on fire. The real victory, though, was the fact that at no point did either of you try to kick the other out of the kitchen. Your father kept himself a safe distance from the fray, happy to help with anything either of you asked for, but other than that he kept quiet and kept away. He enjoyed watching the two of you, though—it’d been a long time since he had the privilege of watching you both do something together like that and enjoy it.

Despite your chattering, and the music from the radio, and all the sounds that came with making dinner, you still heard the knock at the door. You looked over at your mother, giving her a slight shake of your head, “I got it.”

You wiped your hands off on your jeans and she immediately sighed, “Why don’t you just buy an apron?”

You laughed, “What’s the difference between washing an apron at the end of the night, or washing my jeans?”

She looked over at your dad, “She’s your daughter tonight.”

You were still laughing when you unlocked and pulled the door open. You didn’t know if he had heard the exchange between you and your parents, or if he’d just heard you laughing on your way to the door, but either way, he was smiling and shaking his head. Perhaps it was all in your head, but it seemed like each time you saw him, he looked just a little more comfortable. And, even with the seemingly permanent butterflies in your stomach, you felt more comfortable too.

“You made it,” you smiled as you pulled the door open wider, allowing him to walk through and also giving yourself a chance to gawk at him a bit in his khakis and light grey polo, the white crewneck t-shirt peeking out just a bit at the collar.

He watched you close and lock the door again. When you turned back around to face him, he leaned in, pressing a chaste kiss to your cheek, “Of course I did.”

“Good,” your mom piped up from the kitchen with a laugh, her back to both of you as she continued to cook, “because I would have hated to cancel our flight out to make sure we saw you again before we left.”

You rolled your eyes with a smile, “You wouldn’t have hated it that much,” you looked at Carrillo, noticing for the first time that he had something in his hand, “For me?”

He chuckled as he handed the bottle of wine over to you, “For everyone.”

You hugged it to your chest, a playful grin on your face, “For me.”

There was something so comfortable about the four of you sitting together at the tiny table in your apartment. It could’ve easily felt cramped and uncomfortable, but it didn’t, at least not to you. Judging by the looks on their faces, they felt the same way you did. Horacio sat next to you, looking and listening so intently to your mother who was recounting everything that they had been up to that he hadn’t been there for or heard about. It was amazing to you, really, how quickly it had all gotten thrown together and put into place. Never in a million years would you have thought that he would be invested in much of anything that you or your parents had to say, but there he was, completely focused. More than once you missed what was being said because you were too busy watching him.

“You know,” your mom was spoke as she poured herself another glass of wine, “if you’re planning on staying here, you really should think about getting a nicer place for yourself.”

“What?” you laughed, “This isn’t glamorous enough for you?”

She shook her head, “If you’re going to make a life for yourself here, you should have a real home.”

“Hmm,” your hum was pensive, “Guess I just haven’t had much time to think about it.”

“No?” her brows lifted, “It seems like you’ve settled in nicely here. I was under the impression that you would be staying,” her eyes darted to the kitchen for all of a moment, glancing at Carrillo who was stacking dishes into the sink.

Your heart constricted in your chest, “Like I said, things have been crazy here—long-term hasn’t really been a luxury I can afford.”

“Mhm,” she nodded before taking a sip of her wine, “Horacio?”

“Sí, señora?” he glanced over his shoulder.

“Have you been thinking long-term?”

Your eyes nearly popped out of your skull, “Mom!”

“What?” she looked back and forth between the two of you, “It’s a fair question.”

You looked to your dad, hoping that he was going to step in and say something, if not for Carrillo’s sake, then for yours. But when the two of you locked eyes across the table, he gave the slightest shake of his head, letting you know that this was a battle to be fought between you and your mother. He knew better than to get into the middle of it.

If you were being honest, it was surprising that it took your mom until her last night with the two of you to start pressing for answers like that. Looking over at him, you shook your head, “You don’t have to answer that, Horacio.”

Your mom shook her head, “Don’t be ridiculous, Y/N. You’re both adults and—”

“And it’s none of your business,” you finished the sentence for her, not speaking loudly but your tone was firm.

Carrillo was still standing by the sink, gaze shifting back and forth between the two of you as he listened to you both. He knew that you’d mentioned before that your mother could be pushy, and he assumed that he was starting to see that side of her. He wanted to jump in and try to smooth it all over, but he had no idea what to say to accomplish that.

“We’ve been figuring things out just fine so far,” his voice was soft, calm as he peeled his eyes away from your mother and over to you, “I’m sure that’s not going to change.”

The steadiness in his tone and his gaze were reassuring. Some of the tension melted out of your shoulders and you relaxed into your chair a bit. Your heartbeat steadied a bit as you took another sip of your wine, more to give yourself something to do besides spit out another remark towards your mother. However, the same way that it’d been all week, Horacio’s words seemed to be enough to satiate her for the time being. You knew, though, that if he hadn’t been there, the conversation would be going very differently. It was another thing to add to the list of reasons you were glad to have him around.

In an attempt to change the topic and squash the last of the tension, Carrillo turned his attention to your father, “What time is your flight tomorrow?”

Your father’s shoulders relaxed too, never having gotten fully desensitized to the back and forth between you and your mother, “We fly out at one.”

Horacio nodded, “We can pick you up from your hotel.”

Looking over at him, a smile pulled at your lips. You hadn’t talked to him about it, not really planning on making him go to the airport with you to drop them off. Maybe it shouldn’t have been surprising, though. After all, he was the one who suggested he go with you to get them in the first place when they’d arrived.

“That’d be nice,” your mom seemed to be back to her casual self. She swirled the wine around in her glass for a moment, “We really would like to come back and visit again. Maybe a different time of year.”

“Or when things quiet down,” your father offered. Nothing major had happened in their time with you, thank god, but it was starting to feel like you were all playing Russian roulette and you were running out of empty chambers.

“That too,” you agreed with a quiet laugh.

“Would quiet mean that you would be able to take some time off too, Horacio?” your mother asked, genuinely curious.

There was a soft smile on his face as he walked over, standing behind your chair and resting his hand lightly on your shoulder, “Only if I’m lucky.” You reached and rested your hand on top of his, letting your fingers interlock just a little. Your heart picked up speed inside your chest and you tried not to let it show as he gave your hand a light squeeze.

You got out of the car when you parked in front of the hotel your parents were at, wanting to say an actual goodnight to each of them. Carrillo said goodnight to them first, giving you a few moments on your own with the two of them as he stepped back towards the car.

Your goodnight to your father was quick, but you could tell by the look in your mother’s eyes that she had something more to say than just goodnight. You didn’t want to get into things all over again, but you didn’t have much of another choice but to let it play out.

“You know I love you,” her tone was hushed, her smile sincere.

You nodded, “I know.”

“And I know that you get annoyed with me, but—”

“Mom,” you cut her off, shaking your head, “it’s fine. Really.”

“Let me finish,” she laughed softly, “I know you get annoyed. And I’m sorry for that. But you seem so happy,” her eyes strayed to Carrillo, who was leaning casually against the car while he waited, and then came back to you, “And I just don’t want you to give that up. I don’t want you to cost yourself that.”

She was saying all the right things and yet your chest still felt heavy. Still, you smiled, “I know, Mom.”

“Don’t go getting in your own way,” she offered a small smile.

You laughed, nodding, “I’ll try not to.”

“Come here,” she pulled you into a hug, “I love you.”

You took a deep breath, relaxing into it, “I love you too,” you pulled away, smiling at her, “I’ll see you tomorrow. Make sure you don’t forget anything in your hotel room when you pack in the morning.”

She gave a dismissive wave as she laughed, “Your father has practically fit the entire room into our suitcases.”

You chuckled, knowing that that probably wasn’t much of an exaggeration, “Get some sleep.”

“You too,” she smiled before turning and heading into the building with your father.

Taking a deep breath, you walked back over to Horacio who was still waiting patiently as ever. He tilted his head slightly, trying to figure out what you were thinking, “Everything alright?”

You just wanted to collapse into him, but you refrained, “Everything’s good.”

You were just about to step around him and reach for the door handle of the car, but he stopped you. Reaching, he gently wrapped his hand around your forearm as you gripped the handle. His hold was soft, but you still couldn’t quite force yourself to look at him. There was no way to win a waiting game against a man like him, though. So, finally, you leveled your gaze with his.

“Talk to me,” it wasn’t a demand, if anything it almost sounded like a plea.

You sucked in a shaky breath as his thumb traced back and forth against your arm, “This can’t be over tomorrow, Horacio.”

The smallest of laughs slipped past his lips as he shook his head, “I didn’t think that it was going to be.”

It was a relief to hear him say it, but you couldn’t help but to ask, “You want this? Like, actually want this?” you knew there must’ve been a better way to say it, but you were willing to settle with whatever words your rattled brain could come up with.

He nodded, “Of course. I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t.”

“Okay,” you reached and rested your other hand on top of his.

“Okay,” he repeated the word back to you, a little more at ease knowing where your head was at.

“Are you staying tonight?” the hope in your voice was palpable.

“As long as that’s still alright.”

“Yea,” you nodded, “Of course. C’mon,” you laughed as you tugged on the door handle, “before I get emotional in the middle of the street, here.”

The soft laugh that slipped past his lips wasn’t lost on you. He slid his hand from between yours and stepped to walk around to his side of the car, pressing a soft kiss against the side of your head as he did.

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