#still walked 8 mi

[awkwardlyaaron]

I found .39 cents on my walk

[1-7776]

jfk airport you are my sworn enemy <3

[luveline]

hiii could I please request miguel walking in on reader crying in secret?? ty!! :)))

thank you for requesting! fem!reader, 1.2k

It takes Miguel half an hour to fix your spider suit, but when he picks his head up from his work desk with a brag waiting on his lips, you aren’t there. He hadn’t noticed you slinking away. Perhaps he should’ve, given his fantastic sixth sense and his habit of awarding you special attention, just you’re quiet when you want to be. 

He sends you a short message through his wristwatch. Where are you? delivered 7:58PM. 

No response. Miguel folds your suit into a square and holds it under his arm, flicking off his workbench light as he rolls his neck from one side to the other. He wanted to finish the repairs before nightfall so as not to disrupt your routine. He quite likes your routine together. In a stressful life, time spent with you is peace he doesn’t deserve. You aren’t a peaceful girl, of course, you’re his idiot, but he knows the stark difference of having you versus not having you. 

He can’t track you without your suit on and your watch he’d found in the laboratory (you should not be taking it off), but he can ping your phone. 

You’re in the building still, at least. 

He texts you. Where did you go? I fixed your suit. It’s dinner time soon. 

Loosely translated, it means, Why did you leave? We always eat dinner together. 

Miguel sighs and decides to check the most obvious places first. The alcove of the hallway leading to the laboratory where you like to hide, the arts lounge, the atrium where your friends hang out, and the outdoor area right at the surface of the society. By 8:30PM he’s agitated wondering where you’ve gone, because he should probably know, but he’s not a great boyfriend and you’re not always as honest as you claim. You could be anywhere. You could be with someone nicer. 

He’s pissed. With no choice but to admit defeat, he decides he’ll head up to bed (he’s not going to bed, he’s gonna find you, because you can go wherever you like whenever you like but it’s been a long time since you disappeared without telling him). He cares about you too much, even if he wishes sometimes he didn’t. Not because of you. 

He sulks into the apartment (his apartment, your apartment, you were never supposed to live with him but here you tend to stay), throwing his phone and command pod onto the made sheets of the bed. 

The shower drips in the bathroom. He can hear the plink of water dripping onto the floor, a slow, dysrhythmic pattering. Two seconds, a drop. Three seconds, your breathing. 

He startles. You’re shuddering, a sharp inhalation, that strange sound you make when you’re overwhelmed without being smothered by his shoulder. “Stop,” you say under your breath. Another harsh breath, and a pained whine to follow. 

Miguel has never crossed a room so quickly. For a moment he thinks there must be someone else there, not a fully realised theory but an instinct —you’re telling someone else to stop, because someone is hurting you, because you aren’t alone. But he can hear only your heart, and your breath. So he stops cold by the door without bursting in and forces himself to knock. 

“Mi cielo?” he asks, aiming for tenderness, roughness seeping through. He knocks the door. “I’m coming in, okay?” 

Miguel doesn’t realise the door is locked until he’s cracked the doorframe. 

You stare at him in shock. Tears fall fast but quiet down your cheeks, thick streams of them, the kind to accompany gutted sobbing. 

“What’s wrong?” he says, his chest falling. “What’s wrong? Y/N, tell me. Tell me,” he prompts, secretly terrified at your tears and your quiet. He sounds demanding instead. 

“I’m fine,” you say.

“No you’re not.” He speaks before you can deny it again, not sure what to make of your teary voice or the way you’re smiling; trying to hide. 

“It’s okay–”

“It’s not okay, mi cielo,” —he takes your hand if only to be touching you— “you're crying.” 

“You weren’t supposed to see,” you say, closing your eyes. 

Tears squeeze their way out unbidden. Miguel reaches to his right for the toilet paper and pulls off a few sheets, bundling them in his palm. Careful, hesitant, he brings the corner to your face and begins to dry your tears from your cheeks, your chin, the wet line running down to your t-shirt and then back to your eyes. He shushes you as you shudder, “Shh, lovely. Everything will be fine. Everything… Todo va a estar bien.” 

“It’s fine,” you whisper tightly. 

“It’s fine,” he echoes, much more kindly, though he’s no closer to understanding why you’d locked yourself away to cry so intensely. “Tell me what’s wrong, yes? You tell me what’s upset you.” 

“It’s nothing–”

You try to persuade him but end up sounding even more upset than you had, shaking your head from his touch, receding backward toward the sink. 

“Why won’t you talk to me?” he asks gently. 

“It’s so stupid, Miguel, you weren’t supposed to know.” 

He’d say it was unlike you to be secretive with your feelings. You love loudly, tease louder. You’re spirited and petulant when you feel like it and you’re constantly barraging him with cheerfulness he doesn’t deserve, so why doesn’t your unwillingness to share this with him surprise him? 

“But I know now,” he says, bending to be your height, to meet your tired eyes, “and I want to know what’s wrong so I can make you feel better. Can you let me do that?” 

“I don’t feel very well.” 

Miguel can only handle so much. He uses some of his added strength to wrap you up in a full body hug, your toes struggling to stay on tiptoes and then completely off the ground as he leans back under your weight. “I know,” he says, though he hadn’t, “it’s okay, cariño, I’m here. I’m gonna take care of you.” 

You’re all softness in your off-duty clothes. The rolled neck of a worn t-shirt, your naked arm curling behind his neck and your thighs to his. He doesn’t keep you up for more than a few seconds, just enough to take your weight and hopefully save you the energy it’s taking to stay upright. You sag against him as your socks touch down again. He’s the one thing keeping you standing, and he doesn’t mind. You should know that already. 

“Please,” he says emphatically, “don’t cry by yourself. You have to let me know.” 

“Sorry.” 

He moves his head from one side to another slowly, his nose rubbing along your hairline. “Don’t be sorry. But if I don’t know, how am I supposed to fix it for you?” 

“You shouldn’t have to.” 

“Are you kidding?” He encourages your head back tenderly to meet your eyes. “That’s what we do, hmm? What do you think?” 

You smile. Still sad, still watery-eyed, but a real smile. “Yeah.” 

“Alright. Let’s go sit down, okay? I’ll get you a drink.” 

“So weird,” you murmur. 

“I’m weird?” 

“You’re being really nice to me.” 

Miguel squeezes your arm. “Don’t get used to it, Spider-Girl.” 

[homeofthelonelywriter]

Of Cupcakes and Skulls | Part 1

(A/N) Aaaaaahhhh, I loved the prompt by @lunamoonbby and I'm so glad they allowed me to write a whole fic about it. Will probably write a second part because this is just too cute!

Pairing: single dad! Mafia! Simon x baker! Reader

Warning: lots of fluff

Synopsis: Based on this post by @lunamoonbby

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9

A deep sigh escaped your lips when the door closed behind the last customer. It had been a long and tiring day, your legs had started hurting five hours ago, and all you wanted to do was finish closing the bakery and head home. But there was a lot to do before you could, so you put on some music and got started.

Quietly singing along, you disappeared into the kitchen, where you portioned the cupcake dough you had made earlier into the baking trays and slid them into the oven, setting a time on your phone before you started cleaning. As quickly as possible, you washed all the bowls, whiskers, and anything else that had gotten dirty that day, the thought of your bed ever present in your mind. Once you were done with that, you quickly vacuumed the floor and were about to wipe it, when a familiar sound stopped you.

The bell that hung above the door to the bakery rang out and you cursed at yourself. Had you really forgotten to lock the door after the last customer left? With another sigh, you walked into the salesroom, an annoyed ‘We’re closed’ almost leaving your lips before your eyes fell onto the little girl who had walked in. Her eyes were big and round, shining with unshed tears while her lips trembled.

“Oh dear, are you okay?”

You rushed to her side and knelt down in front of her, reaching out to gently grasp her shoulder.

“I…I l-lost da-daddy.”

She squeezed her eyes shut as the tears began to stream down her cheeks, her little shoulders shaking with every hiccup as she tried to suppress the sobs. Without thinking, you pulled her into a hug, her little fingers immediately curling into the fabric of the shirt you were wearing.

You stayed like that, hugging the little girl until she calmed down a bit, her body still shaking with hiccups. But you pulled away, gently swiping the tears away, as you gave her a reassuring smile.

“It’s going to be okay, we’ll find your daddy, yeah?”

She nodded, though she didn’t seem too confident. Convincing her would take some work.

“Okay, let’s start with your name, hm? Can you tell me that?”

“Mi-Millie.”

Your smile pulled into a grin, that you hoped looked proud.

“Great! Now, what’s your daddy called?”

Millie looked at you, confused.

“Daddy.”

You should’ve expected that answer. After all, she looked to be about four. What four-year-old knew their parent’s actual name?

“Oki dok. Do you know any way I can reach him? His phone number?”

She shook her head, a pout forming on her lips as she glanced at the floor. You hesitated for a second, but you didn’t know what else to do.

“Okay, let me just grab my coat and we’ll go to the police station nearby. I’m sure he would go there to look for you.”

But before you could rise to your feet, Millie reached out and stopped you, a panicked look on her face.

“No! We…We can’t go to the police. They don’t like daddy.”

Her statement confused you, but with the way she looked at you, you couldn’t force her to go either. While you were contemplating what to do, the timer on your phone went off and you got an idea to at least keep her busy until you came up with something. With a smirk, you looked at her.

“Do you like cupcakes?”

Millie looked confused but nodded. You rose to your feet and held out your hand, offering it to her.

“Want to decorate some while we wait for your daddy? You can even decorate one for him.”

A bright smile spread across her lips and you couldn’t help but fall in love with it. She nodded full of enthusiasm, her worries gone for at least the moment. So, after helping her out of her jacket and with her hand in yours, you led her to the kitchen and sat her down on the counter. You were just glad that the kitchen had a window front to the street. That way, if her father came along, he would be able to see her inside.

“Wait here for me, okay?”

She nodded and watched as you carefully pulled the hot trays out of the oven and placed them on a counter, far away from the little girl. You then checked the fridge, to see if there was any buttercream left, but there wasn’t. So you grabbed all the ingredients and walked back to Millie.

“Do you want to help me make some buttercream? We can even color it.”

Her eyes lit up and she nodded vigorously. After you put an oversized apron on her, you showed her a simple buttercream recipe, Millie snacking on it the whole time while you made it. Once it was done, you portioned it into different small bowls.

“What colors do you want?”

“Pink! And purple and blue and green and also yellow.”

You chuckled and nodded, pulling the needed food colors from a shelve. As you slowly placed them with the bowls, Millie reached up and tugged on your sleeve.

“Can we also make some black? Daddy really likes black.”

You again nodded and retrieved the last color. Together, you colored the buttercream, Millie whisking away at the pink one, while you quickly finished the other colors. Once you were both happy, you showed Millie how to put all the different colors she chose into the same pipe, so that it would be a colorful swirl when put onto a cupcake. She watched, her eyes wide and sparkling as if you were showing her how to create magic dust.

Once the cupcakes had cooled enough, you brought three over, one for each of you and one for her dad. While you carefully guided her hands, showing her how to use the pipe, you watched her as she poked her tongue out in concentration. A soft smile spread on your lips as adoration for the little kid overcame you.

Once all three cupcakes had buttercream on them, it was time for sprinkles. Millie of course wanted a lot of sparkles, hearts, and bows. While she was busy combing through the different sprinkle containers you had, you retrieved a large chocolate heart from the fridge. You used it to decorate cakes, but you thought Millie would love it. But for the moment, you decided to hide it, only wanting to reveal it when they were done.

“Did you find something you like?”

Millie nodded, while still looking through the containers.

“Do you have skulls?”

It took you a moment to realize that she was still talking about sprinkles. Once you overcame that initial shock, you nodded and retrieved another box, the one you kept the seasonal sprinkles in. You handed the little girl a container filled with small skulls, pumpkins, and spiders and she smiled.

“Daddy really likes skulls.”

You smiled as you stored that information. Black and skulls and not on good terms with the police. Sounds dangerous.

For the next few minutes, you decorated the cupcakes. For your own, you decided to go with your favorite sprinkles and a bit of glitter. Millie truly overdid her own and her father’s cupcake, but you couldn’t help but smile as you watched her concentrate, trying to find a free spot where one more skull sprinkle would fit.

Just as she found the spot and pressed the white form into the buttercream, the bell above the door rang out again and you could hear fast footsteps approaching. Both you and Millie turned to look toward the door and you couldn’t help but step in front of the little girl, shielding her body with yours. But then you heard it.

“Millie!”

A large man burst through the door, wild eyes finding yours before they jumped to the girl behind you.

“Daddy!”

With a relieved sigh, he fell to his knees, opening his arms as his little girl bolted toward him, almost stumbling over the apron on her way. She crashed into his chest, wrapping her short, little arms around his neck as best as she could. A soft smile tugged on your lips as you watched the duo. His brows were furrowed, but not in an angry way. No, he looked scared and desperate, but at the same time so very relieved.

Not picking up on her dad’s whirlwind of emotion, Millie immediately began talking, telling him all about the cupcakes. The man glanced up at you as his daughter pulled out of his hug and rushed back to the counter. As soon as your eyes met his, you felt a shiver run through you. You couldn’t explain it, but the way he looked at you felt…intimate.

“Daddy! Daddy! Look what we made.”

Millie quickly had his attention again, as the man joined her at the counter, his eyes landing on the cupcakes.

“We made them. There is one for me. And one for you. And one for her!”

He smiled - good god did he look stunning when he smiled - as he watched Millie point out all the details.

“Well done, munchkin. Why don’t you finish up so we can go home, hm?”

Millie nodded, not reacting when he pressed a gentle kiss to the crown of her head before he turned to you. Oozing confidence, he took a few steps toward you, only stopping once he was close enough that you could smell his cologne. Another shiver ran through you at the proximity, as you had to crane your neck to meet his eyes.

“I’m Simon. Thank you for…well, for taking care of her.”

You smiled, and for a moment Simon stopped breathing. The moment he spotted you through the window front he knew you were beautiful, but smiling up at him, you were just stunning, his fingers itching to reach out and feel you against him.

“It was a pleasure.”

Your eyes left his and landed on Millie as she poured more sprinkles onto her cupcake.

“She is amazing. Told me not to go to the police, because they don’t like you.”

You chuckled, expecting him to do the same, but he avoided your eyes as a light blush dusted his cheeks.

“She’s not wrong there. I-”

He was interrupted by Millie calling for him. And with an apologetic smile, he joined her at the counter. While the two were busy, you decided to quickly clean whatever you could, the rest you would do the next morning. Once you were done, you grabbed a box and the heart you had hidden, before walking up to the pair. Millie was showing Simon how you had put all the different colors into the piping bag, as he reacted with ‘ohs’ and ahs’ at exactly the right moments. You smiled as you watched, quickly catching Simon’s attention, as he glanced at you with a crooked grin.

“Millie?”

The little girl stopped and looked up at her dad, who gently motioned toward you. As soon as she saw the heart you were holding on a napkin, she started bouncing with excitement. Carefully, you handed it to her and watched as she stuck it into the buttercream on her cupcake, a big grin on her face.

After a few moments of her admiring it, you convinced her to let you box up the cupcakes, so she could leave with her father. While you did that, Simon carried his daughter to the sink, where he helped her wash her hands, before he dried them for her. With the box, you met them in the salesroom, where Simon was helping his daughter into her jacket. You knelt down and carefully handed the box to her.

“Don’t drop it, okay?”

She nodded and grinned, watching as you rose back to your feet. Simon was standing beside her, his wallet in his hands. Before he could say anything, you shook your head.

“No, it’s fine, really.”

“But-”

“I insist. It was a pleasure to spend time with your daughter.”

He smiled, and before you could protest, he shoved a few notes into the tip jar on the counter. You inhaled, ready to protest, but when you looked at him, you knew that it was futile, so you smiled, feeling your cheeks heat up.

“Thank you.”

The intensity of his gaze was too much, and you quickly found yourself glancing at the floor, jumping slightly as you felt his lips press to your temple.

“Thank you for taking care of her.”

He pulled back and you glanced up. Simon easily picked Millie up, before bidding you goodbye and walking out of your bakery. Millie waved at you the whole time until they were out of sight. A soft smile spread across your lips, as you turned towards the corner, curiously pulling out the tip Simon had left you. But when you counted the bills, you couldn’t believe it. You counted them three more times, before accepting the fact that he had left you $300.

But what caught your attention even more, was a black business card in the middle of the folded notes.

Simon Riley.

Simon.

Riley.

Riley.

Riley.

Riley!

A gasp left your mouth as you realized who you had just dealt with. Simon Riley, the local mafia boss, feared by everyone, hunted by the police. No wonder Millie didn’t want you to go to the police. As you continued to stare at the card, a shiver ran through you, wondering if you’d see the mafia boss again.

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[amirasainz]

as someone who is currently badly injured, I would love to see Carlos and the drivers+WAG'd reactions to Baby! Sainz getting injured, like a broken bone

i love your writing so much!!! 💗💗

Hi love! I'm so sorry to hear that. I hope you'll be fine again soon. I hope you'll enjoy this little piece for you! 💕 My requests are always open and feedback is very much welcome. -XoXo

The broken arm

You know that moment when terror spreads through your whole body? The voices around you become muffled, and your heart hammers in your chest. You can’t get enough air into your lungs. For one millisecond, you think this is the end. Your hands start to shake, and your body heat seems to drain away. Carlos felt all of this right now. For that brief moment, the world stopped. Everything froze. His eyes remained glued to the floor, which stared right back at him. The color drained from his face. In that fleeting instant, Carlos wished the world would swallow him whole.

When he took his next breath, everything around him sprang back to life. He heard Kika and Alex crying, Oscar and Lewis arguing with the nurse, Lando fainting and falling, Charles taking deep, shuddering breaths, Carmen and George trying to console each other, Lily pacing the floor, Alex staring shell-shocked at the wall, Max rubbing his hands up and down Kelly’s leg, and Pierre cursing in French.

It was all too much. The only thing keeping Carlos from spiraling was Rebecca. She knelt down in front of him and took his face in her hands. “Hey, Carlos. Everything is okay. She’s alright. It’s just a broken arm.” Oh, how his heart broke.

No one would have thought that before 8 p.m., the hospital would be flooded with drivers and WAGs. Why? Because Amira Sainz accidentally slipped down the stairs. And boy, did that hurt. When she was on the floor again, she was surrounded by people. Before anyone could ask her anything, she started crying. That was all it took for the group, including Mamá and Papá Sainz, to rush to the hospital.

When the nurse emerged and informed them that his little sister had broken her arm, chaos erupted. The group’s loud reactions drew plenty of attention, but in their defense, the nurse had just shattered their hearts.

“It’s just a broken arm. She’ll be fine in 4 weeks.”

Four weeks! That couldn’t be right. While the atmosphere outside felt like the onset of an apocalypse, inside Amira’s room, it was surprisingly calm.

Mamá gently stroked Amira’s hair, while Papá held her hand (the uninjured one). “Estás bien, mi princesa. Eres tan valiente en este momento,” Mamá whispered sweetly in her ear. Reyes and Carlos Sr. knew how terrified their daughter was of hospitals, so they both did their best to reassure her.

The kind doctor addressed her."Señorita Amira, in four weeks, everything will be okay again. Just be careful not to get the cast wet.” Carlos Sr. thanked the doctor, and Reyes asked, “Are you ready to go, mi hija?” Amira nodded quickly, and with Papá’s assistance, she hopped down from the bed, still holding his hand. After all, she was his daughter.

As they returned to the entrance, they were met with a crowd of people. Over the next four weeks, Amira was treated like the little princess she truly was.

Carmen and George accompanied her on walks through the park. Charles and Alex visited with Baby Léo. Max shared some silly Red Bull rumors while Kelly gently painted her nails. Yuki prepared meals for her. Lewis pampered her with skincare routines. Alex and Lily joined her for movie nights, watching all her favorite films. Lando engaged in playful games with her. Kika and Pierre exchanged gossip. Oscar, Lily, and she went shopping together. They all did things for her, and she felt immense gratitude.

Yet, her most cherished moments were when Carlos and Rebecca were present. Her brother always cooked her favorite dishes, while Rebecca patiently braided her long hair. During those moments, everything felt calm. “Are you okay, darling?” Rebecca inquired. Amira glanced over her shoulder and quietly replied, “Yes.” Becca smiled, kissed her cheek, and resumed braiding, both of them engrossed in their show. As for Carlos, he relished seeing his two favorite girls bonding. But just as he settled into the scene, an odd smell reached his nose. When he turned around, he discovered the pizza had burned.

"Fuck…."

[vanteguccir]

I NEED a fluff of bookworm! reader and gamer! matt 🙏🏾

── ୨୧ !　a small blurb with gamer!matt

　　　　𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒐 x bookworm!reader

The afternoon sunlight streamed through the windows, casting a warm, golden glow over the cozy room. Y/N was nestled comfortably on her bed, her back against a mountain of pillows, lost in the pages of a thick novel. She had her favorite blanket draped over her legs, its softness a comforting presence as she delved deeper into the fictional world. Beside her, the soft hum of Matt’s gaming setup and the distinct ones that came from his headphones created a soothing background noise, blending perfectly with the rustle of turning pages.

Matt sat at his desk, eyes focused on the screen as his fingers moved deftly over the keyboard. He was in the middle of an intense game in Fortnite, yet every few minutes, his gaze would drift towards Y/N. He loved seeing her like this, completely engrossed in her book, her eyes widening or her lips curling into a smile at particularly gripping moments. It was one of those small things that made him adore her even more.

"Everything okay, babe?" Matt asked during a brief pause in his game.

Y/N looked up, a soft smile playing on her lips.

"Yeah, everything’s perfect! Just getting to a really good part." She replied, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

Matt grinned, satisfied that she was enjoying herself. He resumed his game but kept a part of his attention on her, glancing over every so often. After a particularly thrilling chapter, Y/N let out an audible gasp, her eyes wide with surprise. Matt chuckled to himself, knowing exactly what had caused her reaction. He paused his game and stood up, stretching his arms above his head before walking over to the door, leaving their room quietly, leaving it half open behind.

He took a few steps before entering the kitchen, his hands rummaged through the pantry, and found her favorite snacks. He poured some coffee she had made earlier that day, knowing she loved a warm drink while reading and grabbed a root beer for himself. Balancing everything on a tray, he carefully made his way back to the bedroom.

"Hey, bookworm." He called softly, making Y/N look up from her book, a small smile tugging at her lips. "Snack delivery!"

"You’re the best, Matty." She said, setting her book aside for a moment.

Matt set the tray on the bedside table and handed her the coffee.

"I know." He replied with a wink. He then settled back at his desk, sipping his soda and resuming his game.

As the afternoon wore on, the room filled with the gentle sounds of Y/N’s occasional gasps and giggles as she reacted to her book. Matt’s game was going well, but he found himself more and more distracted by her. He loved seeing her so animated, her emotions so raw and genuine.

Finally, unable to resist any longer, Matt put down his headphones and walked over to the bed. He gently moved the book from her hands and lay down between her legs, resting his head on her stomach. Y/N looked down at him, surprised but delighted.

"Hey, you." She said softly, her fingers automatically threading through his hair.

"Hey." He replied, looking up at her with a mischievous grin. "What’s happening in your book?"

"Oh, you wouldn’t believe it. Jack just found out who killed the 8 burned girls." Y/N said, her voice filled with the drama of the story.

Matt chuckled. He couldn't understand how his calm and serene looking girl had so much appreciation for death books.

"Sounds intense."

"It is." Y/N agreed, her fingers still playing with his hair. "But it’s so good."

Matt watched her for a few more seconds, his heart swelling with affection. Then, he leaned up and peppered her face with kisses, making her laugh.

"You’re adorable." He said between kisses.

Y/N giggled, trying to dodge his affectionate assault.

"Matt, stop! That tickles!"

"I can’t help it. You’re too pretty." He said, finally stopping and resting his head back on her stomach.

They stayed like that for a few minutes, enjoying the simple closeness. Then, with a sigh, Matt got up.

"I should get back to my game." He said reluctantly.

Y/N nodded, her smile still lingering.

"Go win that game for me."

"Will do." He promised, giving her one last kiss before returning to his desk.

The rest of the afternoon passed in a blissful haze of books and games. Every now and then, Matt would look over at Y/N, and every time, he found her more enchanting than before. They didn’t need words to communicate their feelings; the shared silence was enough, punctuated by the occasional look, touch, or smile.

As the sun began to set, casting a soft, pinkish hue over the room, Y/N put down her book and stretched. Matt noticed and paused his game, turning to her with a smile.

"Done for the day?" He asked, noticing how she was almost at the end of the book.

"Yeah, I think so. I wanted to read more, but I'm tired." She replied, rubbing her eyes. "How about you?"

"I can be." He said, getting up and walking over to her. He sat down on the edge of the bed and took her hand. "Why don't you tell me all about that book of yours while I order us something to eat?"

Y/N’s eyes lit up.

"That sounds perfect."

Matt leaned in and kissed her forehead.

"Then it's a plan."

[aceyalonso]

lujuria velada - FERNANDO ALONSO

pairing : fernando alonso x fem!reader kinktober day 8

summary : fernando always loved the way silk looked on y/n, he loved how it'd hug her figure, he loved how it would make her look like a goddess, whether it was the dress he bought for her or her wearing nothing but the silk blindfold.

warnings/notes : swearing, smut, implied age gap (20s/40s), oral (fem!receiving), nipple play, fingering, praise kink, hair pulling (slight), sensory deprivation (blindfolding), protected sex (always use a condom guys!!!), overstimulation, creampie, squirting, use of "mi princesa" and "good girl, slight body worship, multiple orgasms

word count : 1.8k

a/n : kicking my feet and shit

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Y/n felt the soft fabric of the blue silk dress caress her skin as she walked beside Fernando. The dress he had bought for her was a perfect fit, hugging her body in all the right place and making her feel like a goddess. She couldn’t help but amile as she glanced at him, her eyes sparkling with desire.

As they entered his condominium, the dim lightinging and the scent of expensive wine created an intimate atmosphere. Fernando poured two glasses of red win, handing one to Y/n. They clincked their glasses together, and Y/n took a sip, savoring the rich flavor on her tongue.

Fernando leaned in close, his breath hot against her ear. “I have a surprise for you tonight,” he whispered, his voice low and seductive. Y/n shivered in anticipation, wondering what he had in store for her.

He smiled mischievously as he pulled out the small velvet box from his blazer pocket. Y/n cocked her head to the side, a playful smirk on her lips. "Another bracelet? I don't think I need a fourth one, Fernando," she teased, her eyes twinkling with amusement.

Fernando chuckled, his fingers brushing against the box. "No, my dear, this is something special. Something that will... spice things up." He opened the box, revealing a delicate blue silk blindfold.

Y/n's eyes widened in surprise, a mix of curiosity and excitement coursing through her veins. "A blindfold?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Her heart raced as she looked at the blue silk blindfold, a mix of nervousness and excitement swirling within her. "I don't know, Fernando," she said, trying to sound playful but unable to hide the slight tremor in her voice. "I've never done anything like this before. What if I don't like it?"

Fernando's eyes softened as he gazed at Y/n, his voice gentle yet firm. "Don't argue, mi princesa," he murmured, his fingers brushing against her cheek. "Just put the blindfold on. I promise, I'll take care of you."

Y/n's heart skipped a beat at his words, a sense of trust and vulnerability washing over her. She hesitated for a moment, her fingers trembling slightly as she reached for the blindfold. With a deep breath, she tied it around her eyes, the world around her fading into darkness.

Fernando couldn't help but smirk as Y/n tied the blindfold around her eyes. "You're doing great, mi amor," he whispered, his voice filled with admiration.

He then gently scooped her up in his arms, cradling her against his chest as he carried her to his bedroom. The softness of the blue silk dress contrasted with the warmth of his skin, and Y/n found herself melting into his embrace.

As they entered the bedroom, Fernando carefully laid her down on the plush bed, his hands caressing her body with a tenderness that sent shivers down her spine. "Relax, mi princesa," he murmured, his breath hot against her ear. "Let me take care of you tonight."

Y/n's heart raced as she lay on the bed, the blindfold still covering her eyes. She could hear Fernando's footsteps as he moved around the room, the sound of drawers opening and closing. The anticipation was building inside her, a mix of excitement and nervousness coursing through her veins.

Suddenly, she felt Fernando's hands on her body, his fingers tracing the curves of her hips, her waist, her breasts. She gasped softly, arching into his touch as he slowly unzipped her dress, the cool air of the room brushing against her skin.

Y/n's breath hitched as Fernando's hands roamed over her body, his touch both gentle and possessive. She could feel the heat of his gaze upon her, even through the blindfold, and it sent a shiver down her spine.

As he slowly unzipped her dress, the cool air of the room caressed her skin, making her nipples harden beneath the thin fabric of her bra. Y/n bit her lip, trying to contain the soft moans that threatened to escape her lips as Fernando's fingers traced the swell of her breasts.

"Fernando," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Please..."

Y/n's body was incredibly sensitive to Fernando's touch, every caress sending sparks of pleasure throughout her entire being. Her skin tingled wherever his fingers grazed, and she found herself arching into his touch, desperate for more.

Fernando could sense her need, and he took his time exploring her body, his hands gliding over her curves with a reverence that made her heart swell. He leaned in close, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, "You're so beautiful, like a fucking goddess. I want to worship every inch of you."

Y/n's breath hitched, her body trembling with desire as Fernando's hands continued their sensual journey. She could feel the heat building within her, a pulsing ache that demanded to be satisfied.

Fernando's lips trailed a path of fire across Y/n's skin, starting with her neck and moving down to her collarbone. He placed soft, open-mouthed kisses along her chest, his tongue darting out to taste her skin.

He lavished attention on her breasts, his lips and tongue worshipping each mound until they were swollen and aching. Y/n gasped and moaned, her back arching off the bed as Fernando's mouth worked its magic.

His lips then traveled lower, kissing and licking a trail down her abdomen and stomach. He paused at the waistband of her panties, his breath hot against her core.

Y/n's body trembled with anticipation as Fernando's lips trailed lower, his breath hot against her core. She could feel the dampness between her thighs, her body aching for his touch.

Fernando's hands gripped her hips firmly, holding her in place as he leaned in closer. His tongue darted out, licking a slow, sensual path along her slit, and Y/n cried out in pleasure, her fingers tangling in his hair.

He continued his ministrations, his tongue swirling around her clit and delving deep inside her. Y/n's hips bucked against his face, her moans growing louder and more desperate with each passing second.

Y/n's senses were overwhelmed with pleasure, Fernando's tongue feeling even more intense than before. Every lick, every suck, every flick of his tongue sent shockwaves of ecstasy through her body.

She could feel the pressure building inside her, her muscles tensing as she neared the edge. Fernando could sense her impending release, and he redoubled his efforts, his tongue working her clit with a fervor that left her breathless.

"Fernando," Y/n gasped, her voice strained with need. "I'm...I'm going to...oh god..."

Her body tensed, her muscles clenching as the pleasure reached its peak. With a cry of ecstasy, she came undone, her orgasm crashing over her in waves of intense pleasure.

Fernando continued his ministrations, his tongue lapping up her release as she rode out the aftershocks. Her body trembled, her fingers still tangled in his hair as she slowly came back down to earth.

Fernando kissed Y/n softly, his lips tender and gentle against hers. He could taste himself on her tongue, a reminder of the pleasure he had just given her.

"Was that good for you, mi amor?" he asked, his voice low and husky. "Do you want more?"

Y/n nodded, her breath still coming in short gasps. "Yes," she whispered, her voice filled with desire. "I want all of you, Fernando. I need you inside me."

Fernando's hands caressed Y/n's face, his fingers tracing the curve of her cheek. "Do you want to keep the blindfold on, mi princesa?" he asked, his voice soft and gentle. "Or would you like to see me as I fuck this pretty pussy of yours?"

Y/n hesitated for a moment, her heart racing with excitement and nervousness. The blindfold had heightened her other senses, making every touch, every kiss, every lick feel even more intense. But the thought of seeing Fernando's face, of watching the pleasure play across his features as he took her, was incredibly appealing.

She took a deep breath, her decision made. "I want to keep the blindfold on," she whispered, her voice filled with a mix of excitement and nervousness. "I want to experience everything through touch and sound."

Fernando smiled, a mix of admiration and desire in his eyes. "As you wish," he murmured, his lips brushing against hers in a soft, tender kiss.

He reached for the condom he had placed on the nightstand earlier, his hands trembling slightly as he sheathed himself. He positioned himself between Y/n's legs, the tip of his erection teasing her entrance.

Y/n's breath hitched as she felt the tip of Fernando's erection teasing her entrance. She could feel the heat radiating from his body, the weight of him pressing down on her.

"Please," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I need you inside me."

Fernando's hands gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he slowly pushed forward. Y/n gasped as he entered her, stretching her walls to accommodate his size. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and slight discomfort that quickly faded as her body adjusted to him.

He began to move, his hips rocking against hers in a slow, sensual rhythm. Y/n's hands gripped his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin as she matched his movements.

The blindfold heightened her other senses, every thrust sending waves of pleasure through her body. She could hear the sound of their skin slapping together, the low moans and grunts of pleasure that escaped Fernando's lips.

"Y/n," he groaned, his voice strained with need. "You feel so good. So tight. So perfect."

Her body shook with pleasure, her muscles tensing as she neared the edge once again. She had lasted longer than she expected, but the intensity of the sensations was taking its toll on her.

Fernando could feel her body tightening around him, her walls clenching as she approached her climax. He increased his pace, his thrusts becoming more forceful and urgent.

"That's it, mi amor," he growled, his voice low and husky. "Cum for me. Let me feel you."

Y/n's body convulsed, her orgasm hitting her with a force that caught her off guard. She cried out, her back arching off the bed as she squirted, her fluids spraying Fernando's lower abdomen.

Fernando's eyes widened in surprise, but the sight of Y/n's pleasure pushed him over the edge. With a grunt, he buried himself deep inside her, his own release filling the condom.

They collapsed together, their bodies slick with sweat and fluids. Y/n's heart raced, her breath coming in short gasps as she tried to process what had just happened.

Y/n's body continued to tremble, her muscles quivering with the aftershocks of her intense orgasm. Fernando gently removed the blindfold, his fingers brushing against her cheeks as he did so.

Her eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the dim light of the room. She gazed up at Fernando, her eyes filled with a mix of satisfaction and awe.

"That was...incredible," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I've never...I mean, I didn't know I could..."

Fernando chuckled, a warm smile spreading across his face as he gazed down at Y/n. "We'll only have two rounds tonight," he said, his voice filled with amusement. "It seems like you're already satisfied, mi amor."

Y/n blushed, a mix of embarrassment and pride washing over her. She had never experienced such intense pleasure before.

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[adrienneleclerc]

We’re on a world tour (like beyonces renaissance tour) and it’s opening night in London. Charles being with Arthur Pierre and kika and their reaction + them being in the pit. Also, Charles and our oldest daughter coming out to dance on stage like how blue Ivy did with bey. And the grids’ reactions + other celebrities being there for opening night!!!😅❤️

What happened to “hello”? “How are you?” “My name is”? I’m kidding. ANYWAY, sorry it took me so long so I really hope you liked it and I am so sorry if you didn’t. Since you said “oldest daughter”, Charles and Y/N have 3 kids.

World Tour

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Singer! Reader

Summary: Y/N starts her world tour in London and kicks off the tour with a huge surprise

Warning: spelling and grammatical errors

A/N: mix of social media and written fic, because of the ages of the kids, we could make it so charles and Y/N got married at 18 and started their family at 19 so charles is still 26, OR married at 21, family at 22 so he’s 29, completely up to you. So this could take place in 2027 or 2024, it doesn’t matter. Also, her performance photos/video outfits are not consistent, sadly.

Y/N was backstage doing her makeup when her daughter, Juliana, who everyone calls ‘Jules’, walks in with a hairbrush in her hand

“Mami, Can you brush my hair?” Jules asked. Y/N turned to her and smiled.

“Sure, baby. How many knots are in your hair?” Y/N asked, taking the brush from Juliana’s hand

“A lot, I can’t get them out.” Jules said. Y/N got a detangling spray from her vanity to spray in her daughter’s hair.

“It should be easier to get it out now. You excited to dance with me, princesa?” Y/N asked.

“I’m nervous. What if I mess up the routine to ‘Arranca’ and I get booed?” Jules asked. Y/N spun her around so they were facing each other.

“Mi amor, you won’t get booed. Besides, you are 7 years old, no one expects you to be perfect. And guess what, you are still going to sing a song with me.” Y/N said.

“Can we sing ‘como la flor’, mami?” Jules asked and Y/N smiled.

“Any song you want, baby.” Y/N said and kissed her forehead.

Charles was sitting with his 4 year old son, Santiago, who’s nickname is “Santi”, his brother Arthur, Pierre, and Kika.

“Where’s sissy?” Santi asked.

“She’s with your maman, mon coeur.” Charles replied.

“I can’t believe you brought him to the concert, Charles.” Arthur said.

“It would be unfair to leave him in the hotel room with Dot’s (Dorothea) nanny while Jules gets to be here with us.” Charles said.

“I think it’s cute that Charles brought Santi.” Kika said. “How old is Dot now by the way?”

“She is 8 months old now.” Charles said and Kika cooed.

“You took him to the bathroom, right?” Pierre asked,

“Of course I did, I’m not an idiot, mate.” Charles said.

“Why is Jules with Y/N?” Arthur asked.

“I Don’t know, Jules asked if she could go backstage with Y/N and Y/N said she was okay with it.” Charles said.

“Yeah, she had the right idea, do you see how packed it is?” Kika asked. Charles stood up, holding Santi’s hand the entire time.

“Yeah, my Y/N has a lot of fans from all over the world.” Charles commented the lights turned off and the crowd started screaming, Charles saw Santi put his hands over his ears so he got out Santi’s headphones from his backpack and put them on him, carrying him so he will be able to see his mom.

Y/N came out on stage with her first performance outfit.

“Ah, she looks so good!” Kika fangirled.

“Yeah, she does.” Charles smiled fondly.

“How we doing tonight, London?” Y/N asked the crowd and they cheered. “Wow, I can’t believe I’m starting my world tour here. It seems insane to me but it’s also the same weekend as the British Grand Prix so of course it makes sense to start here.” The crowd cheered, clearly having an overlap of F1 fans and Y/N fans. “If you have been a fan of mine for years and have been to my concerts before, hi, it’s so nice to have you come back. If you’re a long term fan but haven’t been to my concert, I am so glad that you are finally able to come. Lastly, if you’re a new fan or your sibling, bestie, partner, child, or even parent dragged you here tonight, welcome! You are going to have a fun time, I promise.” Y/N said and the soundboard person started the instrumental track of her song ‘Fulanito’

“If y’all know this song, sing along, mis amores!” Y/N said. “Que manera, como él consigue de mí lo que quería, quedé partía desde la primera, haciendo lo que no hace cualquiera, y no sale tan bien…” Y/N started singing. Her backup dancers joined her on stage for the performance and they finished that song. There was a ton of applause. “All right, before we start this next song, I’m pretty sure everyone knows I’m married.” Y/N said, putting her hand up to show off the ring Charles bought her once he started making good money in Formula 1 and the crowd cheered. “We have a little family, 3 children to be exact, and my daughter’s dream is to be a performer like me. So everyone clap your hands together for my daughter, Juliana!”

“Sissy!” Santi said, perking his head up.

“Yeah, It’s You’re sister, Santi.” Charles said, they all clapped and Charles saw Jules walk on stage and hugged her mom before standing next to one of the dancers before the music of ‘Arranca’ started playing, Jules was following the dance exactly and she looked like she was having a great time. Charles took out his phone to record his little girl dancing with his wife, when the song ended, Jules hugged Y/N and Y/N squatted down to give Jules’s a kiss on her forehead.

“Give it up for my daughter, everyone! Before my baby goes, she wanted to sing a song with me so I gotta do it.” Y/N sat down on the edge of the stage, Jules following her and the soundboard guy started playing the music of “como la flor” by Selena Quintanilla. Charles took photos of that too.

The concert ended an hour and a half later.

“Hey guys, thank you for coming with me.” Charles told Pierre and Kika, carrying Santi who is sleeping.

“No problem, we had a fun time.” Pierre said.

“Yes! Please ask Y/N if she’ll let me borrow the outfit she wore when she sung Sin Pijama, it’s so cute.” Kika said. Charles laughed.

“Sure Kika, I’ll ask her.” Charles said. Pierre and Kika left and Charles walked with Arthur backstage. When they entered, they saw Jules practicing her dance.

“Papi!” Jules said, hugging Charles. “Did you like my dance? I practiced with Daniela (dancer).”

“You were amazing, sweetie, but call me papa.” Charles said. Jules let go,

“I like papi better.” Jules said before hugging Arthur. “Tio, you liked how I sung?”

“You did really well, and it’s oncle.” Arthur said.

“Fine, oncle.” Jules said and she sat down on the couch. Y/N came out in short and a hoodie.

“Muñeco, Arturito, is Santi sleeping?” Y/N asked.

“Yeah, He’s a little tired, but he was dancing to most of your set, you were amazing out there, Mon coeur.” Charles said, kissing her.

“Yes, you were great, didn’t know you were such a great dancer.” Arthur said.

“Yeah, i took classes when I was younger. Let’s go back to the hotel so we could Santi in bed.” Y/N said, rubbing Santi’s back.

“Yeah, Let’s go.” Charles said.

They go to their hotel, Arthur goes to a different room, charles Charles enters their shared hotel room to get Santi ready for bed while Y/N went to the nanny’s hotel room to get Dot. When Y/N enters their hotel room, Jules and Santi are in their pajamas, he’s sleeping and she’s brushing her teeth.

“Mami, Can we go to iHop tomorrow?” Jules asked.

“Do we have time for breakfast before going to your race?” Y/N asked Charles while putting Dot in her portable crib.

“Yeah we have time, we justa have to wake up early.” Charles said.

“I’m okay with that.” Jules said, she got into bed and fell asleep.

“Thank you for coming to my concert tonight.” Y/N said.

“Yeah, Pierre and Kika loved it, she loved your last outfit by the way, she wants to borrow it by the way.” Charles said, changing into his pajamas

“Yeah, she can borrow it after the tour.” Y/N said

“I am so proud of you, you know. We’re both in a really good place in our careers” Charles said.

“Thank you, i love you.” Y/N said.

“I love you too.” Charles said, kissing Y/N.

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charles_leclerc My princess and my queen singing and dancing together, what more could mask for? The Y/N Leclerc concert was a blast, Santi enjoyed it, my brother enjoyed it, what a great way to have fun before the Grand Prix

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y/n_leclerc love you, muñeco! Glad you had a good time

valeinallcaps yes! F1 driver supporter his Latina Queen, love to see it

maxverstappen1 Kelly and P loved her too! P won’t stop singing “Shower” on the way back from the concert

georgerussell63 Carmen had to tell me what the lyrics meant and I think she sang “MAMIII” a little too hard

danielricciardo she had me dancing in the mirror and singing in the shower this morning, best concert ever!

pierregasly Kika has her tickets for the Paris show, she’s obsessed.

oscarpiastri Lily really wanted to go but it was sold out 😢

charles_leclerc im sure Y/N will have another show in London soon

User32 NO WAY!!! I was there too!

User12 him going to her concert is iconic

User28 the grid going to her concert is iconic

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y/n_leclerc Thank you so much London, you guys were absolutely amazing, thank you for making Jules’s first performance special. Next stop is Dublin!

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sabrinacarpenter loved your performance outfits, they’re so you! We need to collab!

selenagomez never been happier to be in London than last night!

mileycyrus you have such an amazing stage presence

dualipa whenever you’re in LA…

joejonas 100/10 concert right there!

reneerapp that’s mother right there

sukiwaterhouse it was such a great show, loved that you brought your daughter out

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francisca.cgomes she is an iconic, a legend, and she is the moment. But bestie, where did you get that outfit?!?

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y/n_leclerc its custom made, babe, you could borrow it after the tour!

User31 she’s so real for that

The End

I really hope y’all liked it!

[miguelsslvt]

miguel o’hara x fem! reader shower sex

word count: 796

TW: smut, nsfw, fingering, miguel is a little cutie

A/N: happy kinktober my loves, enjoy the smut, welcome to the club;)

Miguel had been quite busy recently. And when I say quite, I mean very. You two used to have sex at least once every day, but now you’re lucky if you guys can even see each other during the week. You understood it was his duty to protect the multiverse and keep it in order, but damn you’re starting to think Lyla might be more important then you.

Thats why, on one night, Miguel finally got back after being out for 4 days. You two had barely even spoken. He looked tired, as you walked up to him, hugging him softly. ‘God you look shattered.’ You said, pointing at his eyeballs. ‘Didn’t you sleep in the spare room at HQ?’ You asked, he nodded. ‘Yeah, but you know what the beds like.’ He reminded, as you nodded. ‘yeah.. pretty bad. Cmon, lets get you cleaned up. You smell like crap’ you teased, as he chuckled softly, holding your hips as you both went into the bathroom.

this had been the first time in exactly 2 weeks and 5 days you had seen Miguel naked. And god, it was like a bottle of fresh water. His tan kissed skin, his abs and muscles flexing in just the right way, his v-line looking delicious as always. it was like he was sculpted by a god. You both got into the shower, the hot water going on both of your heads, as Miguel pulled you right on top of the shower head, as you gasped and giggled in surprise. He laughed softly, kissing you passionately.

You kissed back of course, missing this sweet side of him. Its quite uncommon to see Miguel be human for once.

Things got heated pretty quickly. He had picked you up by your thighs, pinning you onto the shower wall. your hands gripped around his thick neck, as your tongues danced together. He let go soon enough, panting. ‘We haven’t.. in so long..’ He said between pants, you nodded. ‘If you don’t want to-‘ ‘I’ve been craving you for weeks, love.’ He whispered, the water still hot on Miguels back.

He kissed you again passionately, placing a finger inside you. ‘Missed this sweet pussy..’ He growled, lacing another finger inside as you gasped in pleasure. Sure you’ve fingered yourself this week thinking about Miguel, but nothing can compare to his long, huge fingers.

‘god.. mig..’ You moaned breathlessly, as he just shut you up by kissing you once again. ‘..you ready, mi amor?’ He cooed, taking out his fingers and putting his tip just on your hole. You nodded desperately. ‘please.. you don’t understand how much I’ve needed this..’ You confess, as he plunged all 8 and a half inches inside you. You moaned out loudly, gasping as you felt the same usual heat as you always do when miguel is filling you up.

‘You okay..?’ He asked, groaning. You nodded, leaning your head on the cold shower wall. ‘y..you can move..’ You said, as he nodded.

He started thrusting into your slowly, as his pace soon sped up. You moaned in ecstasy, eyes glued onto Miguel. he was a panting mess, his hands grabbing anything of you as he could. Your waist, your thighs, your tits, your neck, your hands, everything.

‘fuck.. you feel so good, sweetheart.. could stay stuck with you like this forever..’ He whispered in your er, as your lower stomach felt hot as he thrusted deeper. harder. Your mind was foggy and clouded in lust, all you could think about was Miguel and how good he ws making you feel. ‘M..Miguel.. gd feels so good..’ You whispered, whining a little. He chuckled slowly, lifting you chin to look up at him. ‘Its okay, keep your eyes on me. i’ll always be here, okay?’ He said, kissing you sloppily. ‘Always gonna be here to fuck my girl the way she deserves.’ He said between the kiss, as you moaned softly, hands trailing up and down his abs, feeling the same familiar hot coil down your stomach.

‘g..gonna.. Miguel..’ You whined, as he nodded. ‘I know. I know..’ He whispered, as he got faster and harder with the thrusts, so hard you swore you started seeing stars. You let out a loud moan of Miguel’s name, as your eyes rolled back, cumming on his cock.

miguel kept going, biting his lower lip, grunting as he groaned loudly beside you ear, mumbling something in Spanish as he came deep inside you.

You both panted together, the sound of the shower still there. You could worry about the water bill later.

You looked up at Miguel, as he kissed you passionately.

‘We’re not done yet, my love.’ He said, his voice husky and deep. god, you knew you were in for it now.

[starrystevie]

it was all supposed to be a joke. they were supposed to be in steve’s backyard with all their friends and family in shitty lawn chairs, holding cans of budweiser and jamming to whatever song eddie was in the mood for that day blasting through the speakers. steve was supposed to be in front of them all in a tuxedo t-shirt and powder blue dress pants, flowers in his hair that had been teased to high heaven and dark black sunglasses to keep out the bright sun. that’s how they had planned it all those years ago when they’d been high and drunk and young and in love.

but somehow instead, the yard is full of flowers and benches that hopper and wayne put together with spare wood for everyone to sit on and there’s an archway at the end of the aisle and soft acoustic songs spilling gently out of the speakers. steve’s still at the front, that was always supposed to happen, but this time he’s wearing an actual tux, light cream with a boutonnière and everything, and his hair is pushed back just so. there’s no flowers in his hair and no sunglasses but it’s cloudy enough of a day where he doesn’t really need them anyway.

they weren't even supposed to do this. there wasn't supposed to be a grand entrance and a walk down the aisle, no flower girls or ring bearers or anything remotely traditional. but what started off as, "well, i wouldn't mind walking down the aisle," and "i think exchanging rings would be cool," and "who cares if it isn't legal, i'm going to marry you anyway damnit," turned into this beautiful day of friends and family and love.

robin’s standing beside him in a tux of her own, pinstripe grey donning a pocket boutonnière that matches nancy’s bouquet, with a few notecards in her hands. and speaking of nancy, she’s heading down the aisle in a flowing dress, and when her eyes catch robin’s, she crinkles her nose before blowing her a kiss. she stands opposite of steve as eddie's not-quite-bridesmaid and grips her bouquet tightly, her eyes never leaving robin's.

and then there's dustin. he's in a tux that matches steve's and he has his curls pushed back with probably too much gel and a tie that suzie got him for their 3rd anniversary. the best thing he's sporting, though, is the smile on his face and the ring box in his hand and the joy in his eyes as he looks out at the crowd. having him there as best man and smelling the cheap cologne he wears so he seems more grown up calms steve's ever beating heart enough to where he doesn't think he'll throw up from nerves anymore.

all of their loved ones are surrounding them in clothes steve’s never seen before but he couldn’t care at all what they’re wearing because they’re all smiling wide and bright at him. he catches himself rocking back and forth on his feet so he shakes out his hands and holds them behind his back to distract himself. his stomach is rolling with waves or butterflies and when he catches joyce's eye in the front row, she mimes taking in a deep breath which he instantly copies. the soft grin she sends in return tells him that he thinks it could actually work to settle him. mothers have that healing way about them.

he’s never been good with weddings, always fidgeting in a too tight suit his mom picked out, but he never thought he’d be this antsy at his own.

steve's just about to give up and sprint down the aisle to get eddie so they can run away together and leave nerves and or butterflies behind him, but then the music stops. he sees lucas changing out the tapes quickly, giving a thumbs up to mike who throws one to will who runs back behind the shed to where he knows eddie is waiting and when will pops his head back out to run back to his seat, it hits him.

he's getting married.

steve doesn't have time to think about it anymore than he already has been for the last 8 years because eddie's coming around the corner of the shed.

'here comes the sun' is playing out over the speakers, soft and perfect, and eddie's smiling, wide and beautiful, and steve can't help but mirror it back to him. the clouds overhead seem to hear them, hear the song and hear their hearts beating in time with each other, because as soon as eddie gets to the aisle, bright warm rays of sunlight peak out and make the rhinestones he demanded line the lapels of his own black tux shine like real diamonds.

steve stops breathing. he swears he does, and he knows his family are all feeling the same way. he can hear a few gasps, hears joyce muttering what she thinks is a silent, "oh my god," in hop's ear, and watches how wayne stands up just a bit straighter from his front row seat.

eddie glides down the aisle like the drama king he is, soaking in the looks from everyone they care about and soaking in the sun that seems to come out only for him. it's like the sun knows he's a star, too, and wants to come out to be with one of it's own. eddie's always been sunshine and starlight and a blinding thing to look at and take in. he's the light, steve's the moth, and a few clouds on their wedding day could never change it.

"well, that was insanely good timing," eddie whispers to steve once he reaches him. his grin softens and he brings up a hand to wipe gently at the tear tracks on steve's cheeks. "hi, baby."

and steve can do nothing but choke out a laugh, catching eddie's hand in his own so he press a kiss to his palm. he thinks he can feel eddie's heartbeat against his lips and, even if it's his brain playing tricks on him, he likes the sentiment that it brings. "i love you so fucking much."

it's eddie's turn to get teary-eyed and the sun glints off the tears that fall down his cheek before heading back behind the clouds, dotting quick-to-fade sparkles on his face like a wedding present.

steve kisses him. he can't help it. it's nothing but a fast press of lips, watery smile to watery smile, and everyone is cheering except for robin.

"hey! it's not time for that yet," she says with a pretend scowl, arms pressing to each of their chests to keep them apart. it's enough to leave nancy giggling where she stands behind eddie, her laugh like bells bouncing off of the trees surrounding them. "just give me like ten minutes and we'll have you married and you can kiss all you want then."

steve swears he can hear mike groan at that which cause him to grin which cause eddie to grin back and then they're holding hands like it's the only way to get through the next ten minutes. and it might just be the only way to get through it. knowing them, if they didn't hold on tight, one of them would make a move first and there'd be hands around waists and fingers tangled in hair and robin would hate them forever because she wouldn't get to do her speech.

it's after vows are shared, after rings are on fingers, after kisses are pressed to lips and cheeks and temples and hands and everything else they can quickly reach, that the two of them get some peace. everyone is inside eating snacks and drinking cheap champagne, and it goes unspoken that they're going to take some time for themselves. take some time to bask in their new maybe not-so-legally real but as real as could ever be in their hearts marriage.

they make their way, hand in hand like they've always been meant to do, to a table set up for them. eddie pops a bottle of champagne that they pass back and forth between themselves as they share cheesy smiles and champagne-laced kisses. and it's as they look into each other's eyes, fingers lacing so their rings clink softly against each other, that the sun peaks out to say hello once more.

[wosoluver]

Can you do a misa x reader where it's readers birthday?

Birthday girl

Misa Rodríguez x reader

Misa Rodriguez Masterlist

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It was your birthday week. You were excited to spend your first birthday with your girlfriend and in Madrid. You had moved there months ago.

But every time Misa brought it up, your smile didn't reach your eyes, and you would somehow shut down the conversation. She knew something was wrong, you never shut up about how much you love to celebrate your birthday, and now that it was almost here, you didn't even bother to plan anything.

You had opened up to her, saying how weird it would be to not have your sisters or friends from back home with you. The step to move to Madrid had been a little tough on you, but you knew the importance of becoming more independent and being closer to great job opportunities. She understood how you felt, but she had set her mind into planning the best birthday possible, you deserved more than anyone to have a special day.

"Sofie, have you ordered the cake yet?" - Misa as usual, was taking matters very seriously, like she always did when it came to basically anything she felt like she had to succeed in.

"Calm down I got it, I'll order today" - saying quickly into the phone.

"You haven't yet!?" - annoyed at her friend for struggling at her only task.

"You know, when you said we were throwing a party I thought we were going clubbing or something."

"Your kidding right? I'm already struggling thinking on how I'm going to get her to Raso's apartment for the dinner. And you know she isn't really into people that are not her friends. She wouldn't stand 10 minutes inside a club."

"Right. It's fine, don't worry, we still got like 2 days."

"Two days go by like the blink of an eye"

and it did.

Misa's pov

Okay. It's 7:30 am. I have to get to practice by 8:00 sharp. Leave at 12:00, stop by to get some flowers and a café con leche from her favorite coffee shop. Should be fine. She should be waking up late anyway.

Stoping by the flower shop, I settled for a classic red rose bouquet. Besides being your favorite, they were the prettiest they had. Got the coffee and made my way home.

As soon as I opened the door I saw her laying on the couch, watching yet another episode of her comfort show.

"Good morning mi amor, these are for you..." - handing the bouquet in front of her - "Feliz Cumpleaños baby"

She seemed on a better mood than expected, taking into consideration the last couple of days.

"Buenos dias, guapa!" - jumping up from the couch and giving me a short kiss, taking the roses from my hands - "Thank you so much amor! And coffee?!? God I love you."

"You seem in a good mood, care to share why? Besides the obvious reason?" - looking down at her big smile.

"I sorry I didn't seem so excited the last couple of days, but it wouldn't be fair to myself or to you, to not let myself celebrate right? It's the first birthday I get to spend with you Misa!"

"Only the first of many."

"Kinda cheesy." - she says walking into the kitchen to set up the flowers in a vase.

"Excuse me? Can I be romantic to my girlfriend without being judged?!" - As I followed.

"Okay since I didn't plan anything before hand, can we do whatever I want today?"

"Yes, what would that be?"

"Shower and then lunch maybe?"

"Shower and lunch it is. I'll get the shower running while you finish it up here" - A weight left my shoulders when I realized it would be no trouble getting her out of the house.

After lunch we headed back home, the car ride was quiet and peaceful, and I decided it would be a good time to bring up we had plans.

"So... Since you were kind of down this week, I decided upon making plans for you. I mean us-" but I was quickly cut off.

"Misa, birthday sex doesn't need to be planned, it's kind of mandatory"

"Well yes but, I actually planned something, for tonight!"

"You did?! And you were able to keep it a secret? Wow, you really need to be praised then." - You said it half joking.

Back to the apartment.

"Alright so we have some free time until we need to start getting ready to go..." - I let her know while unlocking the door.

"I have the perfect idea to keep us busy till then..."

reader's pov

Standing both at someone's door, ready for whatever this was, you were excited to say the least. Misa never disappoints and that's been proved time and time again.

Not even 5 seconds later, there was Raso opening the door.

"Hello Y/N, happy birthday!" - She screams happily. The thick Aussie accent ever so present. "Welcome to my place and your birthday spot for the night!"

Hayley was the sweetest. You two had instantly become friends once you met. Unknown to you, when her friend asked for help to set everything up, she was the first one up for it, offering to take charge of everything. She missed Australia like crazy. And knew exactly how you were feeling.

Walking in and seeing the beautiful set up, made you smile and tear up immediately. Seeing all the girls you had grown close to, since you arrived in Spain made you feel so lucky.

The party initially started out as a calm dinner but by now it was a full on celebration, loud music and good drinks.

I saw Misa going out in the balcony, probably to get some air. And trailed off behind her.

"Thank you, my love. Really. It would've sucked to go through my birthday without a party." - I say looking into her eyes with the most love they could bare.

"I got you. Always. I'm so glad you liked it. Also really glad the cake was here." - Even though I didn't get the joke, I proceeded to thank her.

"This must have been a pain to organize. You know, we could of just gone clubbing." -

"That's what I said!" - Svava said from behind us. "I was looking for you two, the girls want to do karaoke!"

"I'm so gonna sing I want it that way."

"We'll be right there!" - Misa yelled through the loud music as she left us alone once more.

We stood there, just appreciating each other's presence. After sharing a kiss in a warm hug, Misa finally spoke again.

"First one down, forever to go!"

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As always, would love to hear your thoughts! 🩷

[daisyblog]

“Tommy…meet my Dad!”

Young Love Masterlist Summary: Tommy, Mia’s boyfriend, meets Louis.

based on this request.

warning: mentions of family member passing away

(Mia - 13, Tommy - 13, Noah - 8)

“So tonight’s the night…I get to meet the lad that’s stolen my little girls heart!”. Louis voiced into the open spaces kitchen. Mia and Noah were sat at the kitchen island eating their lunch as YN pottered around trying to tidy away random items that had been left.

“Don’t be embarrassing Dad!”. Mia rolled her eyes as she reached to grab her phone to reply to Tommy’s text. “He’s already terrified to meet you…especially after what Uncle Harry said at the show”.

Louis took Noah’s empty plate away and placed it in the dishwasher. “Hey, give me a chance…I was thinking we order some pizza, have a film night…and then I’ll tell him if he hurts you I’ll kick his ass!”.

“Mum!”. Mia shouted in annoyance, wanting her mother’s help as she sent Louis daggers. Louis chuckled to himself as he stood tall and large smirk on his face.

Noticing his dad was teasing his older sister, Noah joined in. “Mia’s got a boyfriend, Mia’s got a boyfriend!”.

“Shut up Noah!”. Mia had become irritated by the whole situation.

“Right that’s enough!”. YN’s assertive voice entered the kitchen with a point to prove. “Noah…stop teasing your sister…and Louis stop trying to scare Tommy before he even arrives!”.

Mia sent a sarcastic smile to Louis, pleased that her Mum was on her side with this.

“On that note…I’m going out!”. Mia popped her used dishes in the sink and began to walk away.

“Be back by six for dinner!”. Louis shouted in her direction. “Can’t wait to meet Tommy!”. Louis continued to be amused by his over exaggerated teasing.

YN stood with her hands on her hips, a look of disappointment written on her face. “You better behave yourself tonight!”.

“I always behave!”.

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Just after 6pm, the sound of the front door opening perked Louis up as he lounged on the sofa. He could hear a mixture of two voices, one deeper than the other. He knew it must have been Mia and Tommy. It was new unfamiliar feeling for Louis. He’d always thought this moment wouldn’t happen for a long time, but before he knew it, his little newborn baby girl was now a teenager.

Mia appeared by the doorframe of the living room, where Louis was still sitting. Louis noticed the young boy standing behind his daughter. He was a head taller than Mia, his curls were loose on his head and his eyes darted with nerves.

“Where’s Mum?”. She was quick to ask noticing her mother was no where in sight, and knew her father would use that to his advantage.

“She’s upstairs helping your brother a minute”. Louis calmly explained, as he still sat and stared at them both. “Are you coming in? Or are you gonna stand there all night looking like you’re about to shit yourselves!”.

Mia glanced back at Tommy, who let out a small smile at Louis humour. They both walked quietly into the room. Whilst Mia sat comfortably on the other sofa to Louis, Tommy sat on the edge of his seat next to her. His nervousness was filling the room.

“Are you gonna introduce us Mi?”. Louis gave his daughter a sarcastic look.

“Dad…this is Tommy!”. The young boy gave Louis a polite smile. “Tommy…meet my Dad!”.

Before Louis had the chance to say anything, Tommy found his voice. “It’s nice to finally meet you…Mia’s told me a lot about you”.

Louis smiled with happiness, as he nodded his head. “I’m sure she has…but has she told you that if you hurt my girl, then I’ll kick your ass?”.

“Dad!”.

Tommy gulped heavily as he looked from Louis to Mia. “I…I-”.

“Louis! What did I say?”. YN appeared into the living room, giving Tommy’s shoulder a gently tap as she passed by. “Don’t listen to him Tommy…the only thing that’ll be kicked is Louis out of this room if he doesn’t behave”.

“Ooo feisty!”. Louis responded, staring at YN in amusement. He looked back Tommy, knowing the humour may have gone too far. “I’m sorry Tommy…I was just trying to scare you a little, I don’t mean it…I’ve only heard positive things about you”.

YN knew Louis would take it a step too far, and the fear was still in Tommy. “Shall we order pizza?”.

“PIZZA!”. Noah came running into the room, jumping on Louis without warning.

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With dominoes boxes surrounding them, as they sat around the kitchen table, Louis wouldn’t like to admit it yet but he liked Tommy. He was polite, he was kind to Mia and he already fitted into their family dynamic.

“So Tommy, did you enjoy Harry’s show the other week?”. Louis asked with a slice of pizza sitting between his fingers.

Tommy placed his glass of orange fanta down on the table after taking a sip. “Yeah…it was really fun, I hadn’t been to a concert like that before…so it was different”.

“Harry puts on a show, fair play to the lad”. Louis complimented his younger brother.

“My brother’s girlfriend hasn’t shut up about me going…she wanted to go but couldn’t get any tickets”. He explained, trying to continue the conversation.

YN smiled at Mia as they both realised that Louis and Tommy were having their own conversation. “How many brother and sisters do you have?”.

“Uh…I have two older brothers, Adam and Ethan”. Tommy began to explain, Louis and YN smiled as he spoke. “They’re a bit older than me, so they’ve moved out…but they’re always coming back for my mum to do something for them”.

Louis picked up that Mia had become tense all of a sudden, and kept glancing to her side to take small looks at Tommy. The next sentence to fall from his lips, explained why.

“Uhh…my um…my dad passed away a couple of years ago…so it’s just me and my mum”. Tommy wasn’t sure why he blurted that bit of information out, but he felt it was necessary for them to get to know him.

The words hit Louis hard. He felt the twinge in his chest as he sympathised with the young boy that sat in front of him, showing them all a vulnerable side.

“We’re really sorry to hear that Tommy…I’m sure he’d be very proud of the young lad that’s sat here tonight”. Louis spoke with confidence as he wanted him to know that he liked him.

“Thank you”. A small smile was shared.

YN noticed the shift in the atmosphere, wanting to change that she thought of nice gesture. “Perhaps your mum would like to come over some tea one day, we’d love to meet her”.

“She’d really like that!”.

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Louis was sat outside in the garden, a white stick between his fingers and smoke circling in front of his face. He was distracted by his own thoughts, when he heard the sliding door open and close. A body came to sit on the small wall next to him.

“You alright lad?”. Louis asked when he realised it was Tommy. “You better not be out here for a smoke”.

Tommy could hear the teasing in Louis’ voice, but he felt the need to reassure him. “No…no…definitely not…just wanted some fresh air”.

The silence between the two was surprisingly comfortable, neither said a word for a few minutes, just enjoying the natural sound of the world around them.

“I’m sorry to hear about your dad”. Louis’ voice was quiet, very calming.

Tommy gulped loudly as he began to pick at the loose cotton on his denim shorts. “It’s okay…it’s got a little easier with time”.

“I lost my mum and sister…in a short space of time, so I know how you feel”. Louis shared the facts, assuming Mia had already told him. “Although it gets easier, doesn’t mean you don’t feel all the emotions at times…so if you ever want to talk, I’m here!”.

“Thanks Louis!”. Tommy turned to smile at him, realising that he wasn’t as scary as he thought he’d be. If anything they had a lot in common.

“Anytime son, anytime!”.

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miatomlinson my mum calls him love, my dad calls him son❤️ View all 8,124 comments

tommybaker my girl❤️

louist91 I can still kick his ass!! ⌞niallhoran I can help! ⌞miatomlinson Uncle Niall don’t spoil it, you’re my favourite!

yntomlinson Aw young love🥰🥰

niallhoran Just how fast the night changes, ey?

lottietomlinson Cuties💖Can’t wait to see you xx

sophia_lewis So happy for you bestie💞

benstanton got the parents approval then mate😂

1dfan9 Mia using 1D lyrics in 2023 was not on my list!!

louisfan3 LOUIS MET HIM!! #protectivedad

1dfan7 EVERYBODY WANNA STEAL MY GIRL!!

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[gadriezmannsgirl]

Dad's Babygirl -Pedri González

Inspired by the video of Pedri being incredibly sweet to that babygirl at the LaLiga ceremony!

Note: Apparently Pedri doesn't have a solo picture with the throphy☠️🥴*Sighs in defeat*, but here's one with my in-laws🤭😌

Summary: You and your babygirl are supporting your favorite '8' at his first LaLiga ceremony.

You met Pedri when you both were sixteen, at seventeen you entered in a romantic relationship, have been together for three years and eleven months ago had a little blessing, a little unexpected blessing but a very welcomed one. Your little babygirl, Mía. Mía González.

She was the eyes of everyone in the family, yours and Pedri's. Both of you managed to make it work, at the beggining it was hard but you as a strong couple and as a good team with the help of your parents, eventually got the rhythm of the things and adapted to your new lifestyle.

You never thought about having a baby at a young age but now you can't imagine your live without your little princess.

"Gonna be good?" Pedri asked you once more, his hand on your thigh carressing it softly with his thumb as he drived towards Camp Nou, he wasn't playing because of a discomfort in his right thigh but he was going to be in the LaLiga winning celebration.

"Yes, mi amor. Don't worry, we'll be also with Fer and your parents" You put your hand on top of his smiling. Your promise ring noticeable as Pedri couldn't help but smile.

"Cualquier cosa me dices, ¿Sí? No quiero que estés incómoda o estresada y mucho menos con la señorita que ha estado muy revoltosa el dia de hoy" (You tell me if anything happens, yeah? I don't want you to be uncomfortable or stressed and mostly with the señorita that has been very moody today) He looked quickly behind where your baby was sleeping in her baby seat.

"She's sleeping, hopefully that little nap extends the whole match" Pedri laughs knowing she had already half an hour asleep and her naps usually last for about a whole hour. You laughed "Only one can hope" You say to him and he laughed a little more

Indeed, Mía had been moody today from screaming around the house, not wanting to eat her lunch, resulting in you forcing a bit of her meal into her mouth, kicking and throwing her toys at the wall. You were delighted when she pulled her arms up to you and fell asleep in your chest.

"However, it's not the first time we have been to a game, Pepi"

"Hostias, eso lo sé" (Yeah, well I know that) He smiled "But I always worry for my girls. I just don't want anything bad to happen. Not to her and definitely not to you." You smile leaning over to kiss his cheek

"Mi campeón" You whispered as he grabbed your hand and pulled it up to his lips "We'll be fine, don't worry, this is your night" You smiled pulling his hand to your lips as well. When he was done parking, he got out as you grabbed yours and Mía things, you felt both of yours and Mía's doors open and smiled at your man and babydad.

"Look who's awake" Pedri said grabbing from you the ear plugs to put them to Mía softly.

She was softly babbling, still sleepy

"Hi bonita" Pedri said getting her softly out of her seat and grabbing her into his arms, Mía let herself fall into his shoulder wrapping her little arms around him. He grabbed your hand as you started walking inside the stadium "Sure you don't wanna sit with me?"

"We'll be fine" You smile watching Rosy come down to you, she wrapped you in a big and warm hug softly swinging you both side to side

"Oye mamá, te ves muy guapa" You blush giggling

"Thank you, Rosy. You are looking really good too" She smiled before moving towards her son and her granddaughter while Fernando, Pedri's dad came over to hug you.

When you turned around Rosy was with the babygirl as Pedri came up to you to greet his dad and turn his attention to you

"Sure-?" You laugh nodding

"We'll be fine, amor. Don't worry" He nodded smiling lightly, he wrapped you in his arms quickly giving you a few seconds long kiss

"Te quiero"

"Y yo a ti, lindo" He pecked your lips once more before returning his attention to the baby giving her a few cheek kisses as well and one to her mom's cheek

"Me tengo que ir pero si algo pasa-" (I've gotta go but if something happens-)

"Que no pasará" (It won't) Fernando said making Pedri sigh a little blushing, he just wanted to protect you all.

"You know where I am" He finished, you nodded and watched him walk towards his place as you went to yours. Getting into your seats you greeted Fer, who had came from the bathroom and even greeted, Pedri's cousin.

Rosy passed you back Mía who was slightly fuming throwing her hands at you, she stayed calm the rest of the night. You watched the game quietly and even though Barcelona lost, you screamed and yelled when Robert did that goal in the last minute.

Pedri had gone inside the tunnel to change into his kit so he could be present of the ceremony, you were pointing to Mía where her dad was, as she excited wriggled her legs. She was soon to be one year but you hadn't make it possible to make her say dad or mom.

Even though you wanted her to say mom so badly first, that night you wanted her to say dad and put the cherry on top for Pedri's cake. You took of one of her ear plugs and talked in her ear

"Papá, Mía, over there, that's papá" You said smiling widely as she started babbling. You looked at her, she was a copy of both of you, the perfect combination.

Pedri held her and she looked like him but you held her and she also looked like you.

The things that she did got from her dad were her love for bananas and those big brown eyes, meanwhile she had your smile and hair.

"Venga, vamos abajo" Fer said, grabbing Mía's bag as Rosy lend you a hand whilst walking down the stairs. Once you were inside the pitch your eyes scanned the crowd to see your dark haired boy, when you suddenly feel hands on your waist, that made you turn around.

You saw the pretty eyes and beautiful you were so in love with, leaning into him

"Congratulations, pepi. You deserve this so much" You said looking up at him

"Gracias mi vida" He smiled kissing you softly before he returned his attention to the baby who was asking for him with her chubby hands "Wanna come with papá?" You moved her side to side, doing as if you were gonna give her to Pedri but backed away and he followed your game making Mía laugh

"Pa...pa!" Pedri and you stopped everything you were doing

"Did she...?"

"¡Papá!" She repeated herself over and over again as you and Pedri shared amazed looks, eventually people around you three heard Mía's yells and the ones who knew she hadn't said her firsts words yet, smiled excited

"Sí, bonita. Yo soy papá" Pedri said as you gave her to him, his eyes were glassy and his smile was bigger than before.

"¡Papá!" She was yelling over and over again, liking the reaction she got from us, eventually Fer, Rosy and Fernando were hugging us and hyping her up to say it once more.

And from that moment forward, she didn't left Pedri's arms, and it's not like Pedri wanted to let her go, Mía did not even let herself grab from you, there was this part where Pedri had to go and do an interview, but when Mía saw your hands extended to grab her and Pedri's arms undoing his strong hold to pass her she started fussing and grabbing herself from her dad's jersey, which she had one exactly like his but with the words "Papá" written

"C'mon, Mía. Papá needs to go"

"Don't worry, I'll handle it" Pedri winked at you, kissing your lips and turning around to make that interview

Later you were talking with Rosy when you saw Pedro and Mía still sat on the grass with the two flags of Pedri's town and birthplace on the floor, when Mía stood up and hugged her dad once more before placing a kiss on his cheek as Pedro laughed and tickled her. You zoned out from what Rosy had said and looked at the two loves of your life playing around as if nothing, as if they were at home.

"The three of you are so whipped for each other" You turned to Rosy with a smile "Mía dies for you and for Pedro, whenever she doesn't see you two around she goes crazy. Mi hijo y tú are the same with her. And with each other. I'm so glad you're part of our familia now, Y/N" She hugged you tightly

"Thank you for letting me be part of it" Both of you looked once more at Pedro and Mía "Mía loves me" You said after a few seconds of silence ", but she's definitely a daddy's girl"

"And Pedro's crazy for his babygirl" Rosy completed "Like father, like daughter" You laughed "Go with them" She pushed you lightly as you walked towards them

"Look, ahí viene mamá" You heard Pedro say as Mía looked at you surprised but then smiled, you sat in front of Pedro and Mía "Too far away, señorita" He said wanting you closer to him, you smiled and did what he asked "This is one of the best weeks and days of my life"

"You deserve each and every single one of them, Pepi. You've worked hard for what you wanted and you got it" You smiled at him pushing a bit of his hair out of his face "There are no words for me to describe how proud of you I am. You're simply amazing"

He smiled kissing your lips "And you two are what makes me wanna get better everytime" You couldn't resist and kissed him once more before leaning over and kissing your Mía, who shyly got her face inti her dad's neck, you two laughing "My best supporters, my girls" He hugged you both tightly

Until you felt how Pedri let himself fall onto the grass, taking the two of you down laughing with him watching the starry Catalan night with a smile.

"I've got everything I wanted, I'm really happy with it but I don't think I need anything else besides you two"

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Taglist: @gaviypedrisbride @stuckinaf4nfiction @elijahslover @azzpenswrld

[sierrrraaawwwwwcgtcvh]

doing Carmilla's hair/getting ready for the morning

You awoke to someone nudging you. You groaned as you wanted to sleep more and snuggled into the pillows, desperate for more sleep.

"Mi corazón, it's time to get up." The person that was nudging you awake spoke as you opened your eyes with a yawn.

"Mm, what time is it?" You asked as you turned around to see Carmilla standing beside the bed, leaning over you just a tad bit.

"About 8:10. We have to get ready, we have multiple meetings scheduled for this morning," you realized she still had bedhead, her long hair that was usually kept up was down and a bit messy.

"You look beautiful.. why can't we stay in bed?" You sat up as she simply smiled at your compliment.

"You know exactly why we can't stay in bed. Come now, let us get ready for the morning." Carmilla leaned down and pressed her lips against your forehead as you dopily smiled at the gesture. 

She pulled back and made her way over to her side of the bedroom, pulling out a hairbrush from one of her drawers and began getting ready for the meetings the both of you had scheduled for today.

You got off the bed as you stretched and walked over to your side of the bedroom. It was a bit more on the messier side but still neat in a way.

You spent about 30 minutes getting ready before Carmilla called for you.

"Yes my love?" You walked over to her with a smile as she sat in a chair in front of her vanity desk.

"I need your help with my hair, please?" She smiled as you nodded eagerly. She thanked you with a chuckle as you grabbed the stuff she'd need for her hair. 

You had helped her out a number of times to know what she needed and how she wanted it. When she had her hair up it reminded you of horns. You thought it was rather cute though, the way she carried herself with elegance.

You shook away your thoughts as you finished up her hair, showing her how it looked with a mirror. 

"Thank you mi amor, let us go to our first meeting? Hmm?" She got up from the chair as she embraced you and placed a kiss on your cheek. 

"You're welcome," you replied as you embraced her as well. Snuggling into her neck with your eyes closed as she was warm and you were still a bit sleepy.

You almost fell asleep right then and there if it wasn't for her pulling back and pressing your foreheads together. You opened your eyes to see her already staring at you.

"I love you, mi corazón." Her stare filled with love as you replied, "I love you too, Carmilla." 

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HOO BOY IM STILL TRYING TO GET HER PERSONALITY DOWN, SORRY IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT😭 / SORRY IT’S SHORT AS WELL. I WASN’T TOO SURE WHAT TO DO FOR THIS / I’m sorry if you didn’t want it to be romantic? I wasn’t too sure so I went with romantic. If you want platonic just let me know!

Word count: 467

[pablitogavii]

Girls night

Summary: You and the wags made plans to go out together but your boy wants your attention <3

Pairing: Pablo Gavi x Reader

Warnings: very very very cute Pablo <3

"Amor! Come cuddle with me!" Pablo was in the living room resting since we came back from his last game that really tire his out.

"I'm getting ready for girls night Pablito" you yelled back while curling last strand of your hair smirking when you saw his head poke through the bedroom door.

"That's tonight??" he said with a pout and you nodded knowing that this will be the time he tries to 'talk you into staying instead' because he is needy for attention. Not that you minded, but you did promise the girls to come and you keep your word.

"Mhm..which I told you after the game since we made plans during it" you said while turning off the hair curler getting up and walking towards the closet to pick up your outfit like he followed after you like a lost puppy.

"You could always stay...with me?" he said snaking his arms around your waist and pulling you back against him while leaving open mouth kisses on your shoulder to your neck teasingly.

"So this is your tactic to make me stay huh?" you smiled and he nodded smirking while starting to suck on your weak spot which truly started to make you reconsider your options..but you were still set on doing what you promised to your friends!

"I could do much more if you stay amorcito.." he said after pulling away and you turned around in his arms wrapping yours around his neck and going on your tip toes to kiss him.

"You know I would love that cariño....but" Pablo was hopeful but hearing that last word made him roll his eyes as you were interrupted with your phone ringing.

"Can you please go see who it is while I get dressed?" you say with a cheeky smile and he nods walking to the bedroom and picking up your phone only to see it was Mikky, Frankie's girlfriend.

"Hola Mikky..yeah, no..she is..um too busy tonight" you heard that running to snatch your phone from his hand making him groan while he wrapped himself around you again letting you talk to your friend.

"Sorry Mikky, Pablo is just messing around. Pick me up at 8?" you said feeling Pablo's hand going underneath your shirt but you stopped him still letting his hold you there while you talked to your friend.

"Seriously Pabs?? Good try cariño" you said pecking his lips before walking back to the closet to get dressed while Pablo was on his phone laying on your shared bed.

"Where are you going anyways??" Pablo said while you were fixing up the perfect red dress he bough for you during one of your monthly anniversaries. He really had good taste and knew what looks perfect on you.

"That dancing club on the Main" you said walking out and his phone fell out of his hand as he sat up to look at you carefully. You gave him a spin seeing that he was interested and he nodded taking his time to observe every curve on your body.

"And you are going to wear that?" he said and you started to feel worried that he didn't like how it suited you so you looked in the mirror thinking it looked just fine.

"You don't like how it looks on me??" you say sadly and he quickly shakes his head inviting you to stand in between his legs while his hands were rested on your hips.

"Amor, you look absolutely breathtaking..you know this is my favorite dress..but you are going without me..and there will be other cabróns there?" Pablo hinted and you blushed placing your hands on his handsome face before leaning down to capture his lips lovingly.

"You have nothing to worry about mi amor..there is only one cabrón in my life and he bought me this dress so he is the only one who can take it off" you smirked into the kiss and he slapped your ass playfully making you wink and walk back to the bathroom to finish getting ready.

This is the infamous dress ;)

"Just be careful, bueno? It's not the same when you go to the club with me and a group of girls. If anyone starts bugging, you call me immediately bueno?" Pablo said and you smiled nodding your head promising you will be extra careful just for him before finally grabbing your black purse and leaving to meet with the girls.

"Hey guys! Did your boys give you the whole safety speech??" you said as you sat on the back seat next to Mikky and Coral with Becca and Anna in the front.

"Frankie even made sure my battery at 100% 'just in case'" Mikky joked and everyone laughed.

"Did they forget we went out before we were dating them??" Becca said which made you add "They are cute..Pablo tried to make me stay" and to that everyone immediately said "Same!" before laughter filled the car once again.

"You just wait once you get married" Anna said making you all smile thinking about your boys for a moment knowing they do all of that because they deeply care about their girls.

Pabs<3: I've read about a car crash nearby, be careful linda

Amorcito: don't worry cariño, we are already here <3

Pabs<3: Good, have fun <33

First half of the night was really fun and great. You were all sipping on your cocktails, talked about your own careers and even took turns on the dance floor. Later joined Sira, Taia and Abi which is when the real party started.

"It's been so long since only us girls went out! We only see each other at the games" Taia said and everyone agreed happy to be there and enjoy some time together.

Everything was perfect until a group of guys that came it around eleven recognized you as "barça wags" and kept trying to get into your booth.

You didn't want to cause the scene by asking security to toss them out, but instead say a quick 'hello' and hope they leave shortly afterwards.

"I don't know guys, maybe we should tell the security?" you said having the gut feeling that they won't just be satisfied with a hello. They reassured you everything will be fine but you had a message ready for Pablo just in case.

"Where are your boyfriends?? Campeones of LaLiga" one of them said and Anna took it upon herself to answer hoping that they will slowly leave once they realize that guys aren't here and that they won't get any autographs tonight.

"How about you call them then? I really want to get all their autographs" one of them was slurring his speech and you felt so uncomfortable knowing this won't end well so you clicked 'send'.

Amorcito: Pabs, some guys recognized us and they won't stop staring and they are not alone. Um can you come pick me up please?

"They are probably sleeping..um..long trainings" Mikky said politely but the man was only triggered by that yelling back "wake them up then!" in her face and she backed up standing next to you.

"Maybe you should leave, you drank a bit much and there is no need to cause a scene. We told you they are not here and you yelling won't change that" Anna tried to reason with them but they only laughed maniacally at her face.

"Leave!? We get a chance to party with Barça Wags. Wouldn't miss it for the world" they sat on down and the girls were looking for the security guards who of course were nowhere in proximity when they were needed.

"What do we do??" Mikky was scared but you held her hand whispering that everything will be alright knowing that Pablo had definitely read your message by now and was on his way with the rest of the boys.

"I'm sorry, we can't let you in without an invitation" security guard said to Pablo and the group of players behind him. The boy was on the verge of his nerves walking up to the man with his face completely red.

"Do you know who we are!? We are Barça footballers and our ladies are inside with some hijos de puta bothering them! So move the fuck out of my way!" Pablo was raging and Lewa had to make Pedri pull him back while he reasoned with a man like an adult. (We love Pablo but he can sometimes be such an impulsive child hehe).

"We are in no rush..we will just be here with their girls until they show up..I like your little dress..whose are you again?" one of them said laughing nastily and you felt sick at their little sexual comments. You just want Pablo to be here already.

"She is mine cabrón, now get the fuck out!" Pablo's prominent growl was heard and your heart sped up in happiness that he was finally here, and not alone either.

"Pablo!" you rushed and he hugged you tightly running his fingers through your hair while kissing your head lovingly. He pulled you behind him when one of the guys stumbled towards you.

"Pablo Gavi..you are an amazing player..also got a fine piece of ass there" man provoked knowing that Pablo had a short fuse and the last thing you wanted is for a fight to erupt and them to be in all the tabloids the next day.

"Wanna say that again cabrón!?" he yelled about to rush towards him but you held him back gluing your face to his back begging him to just take you home and that it was enough.

"Gentleman, what happened here?" security called a menager while you stood in front of Pablo holding his face and making him look at you instead of the drunk man who was still smirking at him.

"Don't look at him..look at me. You came when I called and I felt so safe once I was in your arms Pablo" you said and he smiled kissing your lips and then your forehead.

"Siempre princesa. You did good calling me. I'm so proud of you" he said and you smiled seeing that all the girls thanked you as well knowing that this couldn't have ended worse if you didn't react the way you did.

"Take them out. And all your drinks are on the house ladies. We deeply apologize for the inconvenience. " security took the two men and you could finally breath normally that they were gone resting your head against Pablo's shoulder while he held your waist tightly.

You said goodbye to each other before each leaving with your significant others, and Pablo held your hand the whole ride seeing that you were still a bit shaken up from everything.

"I'm sorry this happened because of me amor.." he felt responsible since those idiots bugged you because you were his girl and they wanted to take advantage of that.

"No, no, no..don't apologize Pabs..it's not your fault. You made it all better and I love you mi cariño" you said kissing his lips quickly while he was parking inside your garage.

You walked in barefoot since you feet were killing you and Pablo came behind you locking his Maserati and carrying your heels in other hand (princess treatment siempre!).

You sighed heavily happy to finally be home when you felt his arms wrap around your body massaging your hips while kissing your neck again..just the way you liked it.

"How about your cabrón takes off that dress he bought you? Huh?" Pablo whispered seductively and you nodded letting him carry you bridal style to your shared bedroom and remind you just how much you love him ;)

I know it is longer than I anticipated but I liked this idea a lot :) Hope you enjoy reading it ! <3

[patriwoso]

with moose

alexia putellas x child!reader

You skip into the training centre, holding mama's hand and clutching your stuffed moose that was gifted to you from Ingrid and Mapi in your other.

"Mama, how long today?" You ask, looking up and your mama with big blue eyes, your blonde hair tied neatly into two small braids.

"4 hours today, babygirl. Not as long as yesterday." Alexia picks you up and carries you in when your walk becomes sluggish and she decides she cannot wait for you to pick up speed again.

You insisted you wore your Barcelona jersey with your shorts today instead of the matching top that would usually go with it. Choosing your purple away jersey with MARÍA LEÓN 4 on the back.

"I play toys with Mapi today." You tell your mama, dropping your head on her shoulder as she carries you through the building and to the canteen where a few of her teammates are already sat eating breakfast.

"Hola Y/N!" Aitana smiles to you as your carried past her table.

"Beunos dias y/n" The canteen chefs smile to you, Alexia holding you on her hip still as you tell her what breakfast foods to put on your plate.

"Grapes mama." You watch carefully as she puts each one onto the plate next to your sausage, making sure they don't touch otherwise it would send you into a complete meltdown and no one wanted that at 8 in the morning.

Once your meal had been plated up for you, Alexia sat you down at a table with Mapi and Ingrid before getting her own breakfast.

"I got moose today, Ingy!" You grin and lift up your moose to show Ingrid, using the nickname you have always used since you couldn't pronounce the norwegians name correctly. You get a little too excited though, putting your moose onto the table to show her and knocking over your juice cup in the process, it spilling all down your lap.

"Mama!" You shout, bottom lip trembling and tear beginning to fall down, earning the attention of your mama by the sounds of wailing and crying. Mapi and Ingrid try to help you with some tissue and napkins to soak up the liquid on your legs but you cry louder for Alexia.

"Oh princesa." She sighs, picking you up from the juice puddle your sat in.

Your cries earn the attention from everyone in the canteen, only telling them what's wrong when they see the soggy bottoms and the drink dripping onto the floor.

Alexia shushes you and wipes your teary cheeks, taking you out of the canteen to change your wet clothes.

In the locker room she sits you on her lap and takes off your soggy shorts, pulling on a fresh pair from your peppa pig backpack.

"All clean y/n/n." Alexia smiles down at you and you bury your head into her. "Let's go finish breakfast."

You toddle back into the canteen and find the soggy juice spot no longer soggy. Ingrid had put your moose in the window so the sun would dry it off.

"Look Mapi" You grin as you eat your sausage, turning around so she can see her name on your shirt.

"Wow! Does that mean you'll be my partner today in training? We will kick the ball together, yeh?" She smiles, reaching to help chop up more sausage for you.

You nod, shoving more of the food into your mouth before your mama tells you to stop eating so much in one go and to use the fork next to your plate.

"Mama where Patri and Pina?" You ask, searching around the room for your other favourite duo. "I want to sit on Patri's lap Mama." You slide off of the seat but before you dash off your stopped.

"Mi amor, you only see Patri if she has finished her breakfast." She tells you, looking around herself to see Patri and Pina sat on a table with Mariona, Cata and Laia.

You nod eagerly and run over to Patri.

"Patri! Patri! Patri!" You put your arms up and stomp your feet, hoping she'll pick you up on sit you on your lap.

With you luck, she does. Who wouldn't?

"Buenos dias chica." She picks you up and pops you on her lap. You go shy and suck on your thumb, turning your head away from the rest of the table. You can hear your mama asking Patri if it was ok for you to sit with her, hearing the answer you relax more and cuddle your favourite midfielder.

-

Jona let's you out onto the field to watch the training session. You hold Alexia's hand as you walk out along with the other girls, looking at all the footballers around you.

"Mama I play ball like you when I get big." You tell her, hearing the 'awwws' from her teammates. "I play in the goal" You add, running onto the pitch and standing in the goal, getting all excited and waiting for someone to kick the ball for you to save

Of course they only kick it gentle, and allow you to save their 'shot'. After all, you were only 3.

Mapi scoops you up in her arms and spins you around, celebrating that you saved Ingrid's shot. "You have some competition Paños!" She shouts over to Barcelona's number 1.

Alexia sets you up on the edge of the field with a colouring book and some pens, sitting next to Mariona who is injured.

"What are you colouring today?" She asks you, looking at the book.

"Mermaid" You tell her, eagerly trying to get the picture finished, scribbling the colours on and sticking on a googley eye you found in the pen pot. "Is a norway mermaid for Ingy and has a moose too" You tell her in your toddler babble, pointing to the moose you attempted to draw in the corner of the page.

"This is moose" You pick up your stuffed toy, colouring forgotten about, and you show Mariona the animal.

"From Ingy when it was my birthday and I was three." You hold up 3 of your little fingers to show Mariona your counting skills. She smiles and chuckles softly to herself.

"Does it have a name?" She asks.

"Mama moose." You tell her. "Becuase I call her after mama" You explain to the forward.

"It sleeps in bed with me and I cuddle moose"

-

When training was over you ditched Mariona and the colouring pens to run over to Ingrid.

"Ingy I colour you a picture!" You hold it up and she takes the sheet from your hand, crouching down to reach your height better.

"Wow, Y/N! She is so pretty! I love mermaids!" She grins, kissing your head softly.

"And a moose" You point excitedly at the moose you drew, a big toothy grin on your face.

"And a moose! You are such a good drawer!"

"Y/N!" You turn your head to see Mama Alexia calling you over to pick up your pens as it is time to go.

"Mama, we play ball at home?" You ask as you walk back into the changing rooms.

"Sí, we can play ball.

"With moose?"

"Sí, we can play ball with moose"