#this made me laugh way too much not to gif 🤣

[inafieldofdaisies]

[targaryenluvs]

LITTLE OLD ME? / SAM WINCHESTER

PAIRINGS: Sam Winchester x Fem!Reader

SUMMARY: With the prospect of leaving you to find his father, Sam finds himself running out of time to tell you just how much you mean to him. But do you feel the same? And who’ll confess first?

WORDCOUNT: 2.6K Words

WARNINGS: Pining, jealousy, clueless Sam, teasing, confessions, angst, fluff, kisses, dual pov, arguments, THESE KIDS ARE CLUELESS!!! Lazy writing from me so I used the script

A/N: Set in season one! He’s too cute, he’s so cute I might just faint 😫 I’ll have some dark Sam soon don’t worry I always balance the scales 😋 Me… writing fluff?? unheard of! No Jess slander here too she’s your friend :P italics = flashbacks/thoughts/exaggerations HAHAH I ACCIDENTALLY ADDED MY NAME IN IM GOING TO KMS I’ve changed it now 🤣

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Gif not mine, credits to the owner!

Sam had first met you at a party.

A friend of his had dragged him along, claiming that the College experience was not just about studying. Sam didn’t want to be there, but he also didn’t want to disappoint him.

He ended up letting his friend disperse, interacting with the people he knew. Sam knew no one at this party, it consisted of another schools students and a few familiar faces. He nodded at a few but found himself standing in a corner and trying to choose which assignment he was going to finish off when he got to his place.

Which is when he saw you, with one of the biggest smiles on your faces. And Sam couldn’t help but smile along with you. It didn’t matter that he didn’t know what on Earth was so funny, he wanted to smile because you were. It seemed like everyone circled you.

Your friend had noticed him staring your way about a minute ago, but didn’t want to be wrong. So she kept moving you around and dragging you to new people. Lo and behold, his eyes followed. Based on her check, he seemed sweet. He didn’t stare at your ass or your chest, just your face. He laughed and smiled when you did.

He seemed to admiring, and she liked it. Sam’s friend, Mason, returned to the room with a girl on his arm. She watched as Sam side hugged him once he returned.

Mutual friend? Check!

“If you drag me anywhere else my arm is going to fall off Jess!” The party seemingly faded away as you made eye contact with him, god was he cute. His gorgeous brown eyes and hair were more than enough to render you tongue-tied. Sam looked like a deer in headlights as he stared at you, why were you in front of him?

Had he been staring too long?

“Mace! There you are.” The two of them exchanged pleasantries, “Oh, this is my friend Y/n. Mason, Y/n.” Mason reached his hand out to you as you smiled at him. Sam found himself holding his breath, your smile is even bigger now.

He wanted you to smile his way, “This here is Sam! Sam, Y/n.” Jess and Mason shared the same idea as the three others watched as you smiled, “It’s nice to meet you Sam, you can just call me Y/n/n.” He snapped out of his daze and shook your hand, hoping it wasn’t sweaty.

“Sam, I’m Sam. You know that, Mason told you. But uh, you can call me Sammy.” Masons eyebrows furrowed at the notion, he never called him Sammy. The girl on his arm tugged, “Let’s let these two get, acquainted.”

And that you did.

For the rest of the night, you may not have had as much to drink as the others, but you had one of the best nights of your life. You started off in the corner of the room, slowly getting to know eachother. The night led you outside, thumping music and shouts drowned out by the others presence.

Then somehow you ended up heading out for Ice Cream and then at the park. Sitting on swings and laughing at his awful jokes, you’d never felt more care-free. The night was full, and you were thankful.

He shone, if that made sense. Sam was a shot of espresso, and you were an addict. As cheesy as it sounds, you found him to bring color into your life. Your life wasn’t dreary and depressing, but it was boring. You found yourself going from class to your bed, the library, or working.

You had friends, yes, but not too many you could actually rely on if need be. That you trusted. And within one night, you found yourself pushing Sam to the top of that list.

Sam liked you from the get go, how could he not? With your infectious laughter and smile, kind eyes and understanding self. And you listened, with your whole body. You digested everything you heard and were full of empathy. He needed someone like you.

You’d been best friends since then, your first year of college. Best friends and undeniably in love with eachother. Not that the two of you ever noticed. It infuriated Jess and Mason to no end. The two of them saw it, every time you all hung out. The way Sam clung onto everything you said, as if it was Gospel.

The way your eyes practically glistened when he spoke or smiled. You looked up to eachother with so much emotion it hurt the soul. And the second the other was approached? All bets were off.

No man or woman in their mind continued to pursue you once they caught a glimpse of the huge, 6’5 giant behind you. Sometimes they’d keep going, but then he’d come up behind you with some stupid excuse to get you to go back to the table. And that person was left face to face with Sam and his unsettling smile, “You waiting for something?” A quick shake of the head and they were gone.

But it didn’t matter, whether or not you got together or not. You had eachothers backs at the end of the day, no matter what was going on. Even if you were fighting.

The night Sam’s life changed, you were drunk.

The two of you had an argument earlier on.

You ran your fingers through your hair as Sam followed you through the hallway of the apartment building, “Stop walking away from me!” You stopped in your tracks and turned to him, “Stop telling me what to do!”

“I’m not telling you what to do, I’m trying to keep you safe Y/n/n.” His voice was softer now, and it pissed you off. How on Earth were you supposed to be angry with him when he looked like that. And then the eyes? Ugh!

“It seems like you’re always babying me Sam! I can go out with who I want to.” He sighed, taking a step closer he held onto your hands, “I’m not babying you, again, I just want to keep you safe.” You pursed your lips before crossing your arms, “What’s wrong with Ben?”

He’s a vampire.

“Y/n, please.” He was pleading, but you didn’t care.

“No! I never get a clear answer from you. Why don’t you want me to go out with him?” Your voice quivered as you waited for his response. You noticed his jaw clench, you could tell he was keeping his answer under wraps.

Is it because you like me?

“I- I-,” The words wouldn’t form in his mouth and he couldn’t find a decent answer.

“Good one Sam. I’m leaving.”

He watched as you entered the elevator, guilty eyes unwilling to meet his. He sighed as his head hung low, hands stuffed into his pockets.

Sam had been invited to go out that night, he turned it down. Jess had let him know which club the two of you had gone to, and kept him updated on whereabouts. If you needed a ride and he was out, it would take him about thirty minutes to get to you from his party.

A lot can happen in thirty minutes.

His phone ringing drew him out of the light sleep that he’d fallen under, “Hello?” The sleep in his voice was evident to Jess, “Hey Sam. It’s Y/n time.” He scoffed at the term whilst chucking on a jacket and grabbing his keys, “I’ll be there in 10.”

You hadn’t wanted to see Sam, which was what you’d told Jess, repeatedly. Even if it was most definitely not true. Sam and Jess had successfully stuffed your unconscious self into your car, you’d had Jess pick you up after the argument.

He’d been carrying you to his bed when you’d stirred, “I’m sorry. F-for fighting with you. Ben’s a bitch.” Sam laughed at your crude language as he laid you down on the your side of the bed. You’d claimed it the second he’d invited you over to his new place. “Glad to hear it Y/n/‘.” Sam settled on his knees, removing your heels.

“Sweetheart?” Hair fell in front of your face as you turned to face him, “Mhm?” He moved it behind your ear, “You okay if I change you?” A half-assed thumbs up and a lopsided smile was all you could muster. He knew you wouldn’t mind anyways. You’d told him on multiple occasions that you’d murder him if he let you sleep in your makeup too.

“Could you ever be friends with me if I always had run down make up slobbered over me all the time?” You both sat in front of the TV, chowing down on pizza. “I thought that was your usual look?” The pillow you threw his way had begun a pillow war.

He removed your dress before picking out a shirt of yours and boxers. Since it was your favourite combo. Sam smiled at the notion of you practically swamped by his clothes. Using the makeup wipes you had stashed in the bathroom, he gently cleaned your face before settling in for the night. You quickly turned over to bury into the side of your personal furnace.

Sam’s eyes shot open at the sound, it was darker than before, later in the night. You being settled into his side checked off the possibility of you rattling around in the kitchen for a midnight snack. Quickly checking it out he was met with his brother Dean after a tussle.

“Whoa, easy, tiger.” Sam glared at Dean whilst trying to catch his breath, “Dean?” He laughed at Sam, “You scared the crap outta me!” Dean grinned, “That's 'cause you're out of practice.”

Whether he was offended or annoyed, Sam took the opportunity. He grabbed Dean’s hand and managed to turn him and they ended up on the floor.

Dean groaned, “Or not.” Dean tapped him twice where Sam was holding him. “Get off of me.” A small smile came across the youngest Winchester’s face as he rolled to his feet and pulled Dean up.

“What the hell are you doing here?”

Brushing himself off he straightened up, “Well, I was looking for a beer.”

Dean placed his hands on Sam’s shoulders, shaking once, and letting go. Sam was understandably confused, “What the hell are you doing here?” The elder of the two relented, “Okay. All right. We gotta talk.”

“Uh, the phone?” Sam crossed his arms as Dean rolled his eyes, “If I'd'a called, would you have picked up?”

Fair point.

The murmurs and bumps were more than enough to wake you up. You made your way to the source before turning the light on. Cursing whatever Sam chose for you to wear, it was cold.

“Sammy?” Your voice was like honey to the two of them, Dean couldn’t help but look at you appreciatively whilst clocking onto the fact that you called him Sammy. The boxers, the bare legs and the cute tired look on your face.

Sam and Dean turned their heads in unison to the sweet voice, “Y/n/n. Hey. Dean, this is my gir— friend. Uh, best friend. Y/n.” Sam cringed internally at his words.

Your face was painted in confusion as your brain finally processed his words, “Wait, your brother Dean?”

You smiled as Sam nodded, you’d always wanted to meet him. Dean grinned at you and moved closer.

“Oh, I love the Smurfs. You know, I gotta tell you. You are completely out of my brother's league.” You stuttered at the prospect of being Sam’s girlfriend. But you weren’t in the mood to deny it unless he did.

“I—, we aren’t— ,” By a glimpse you could see Sam’s eyes staring straight into Dean’s head, “Alright, why don’t you back up a little Dean?” Sam spoke as Dean laughed, “Just let me put something on.” As you turned to go a voice stops you.

“No, no, no, I wouldn't dream of it. Seriously. Anyway, I gotta borrow your boyfriend here, talk about some private family business. But, uh, nice meeting you.” You smiled at him, “Nice to meet you too Dean.”

“No.” Sam goes over to Y/n and put his arm around her, “No, whatever you want to say, you can say it in front of her. She’s my best friend.” That’s how you two were, touch was never weird for you two. It’s why you were always mistaken for a couple.

Dean sighs, “Okay.” He turns to look at them both straight on, “Um, Dad hasn’t been home in a few days.” Sam nodded along, “So he's working overtime on a Miller Time shift. He'll stumble back in sooner or later.”

Dean ducked his head and looked back up at the couple in front of him.

“Dad’s on a hunting trip, and he hasn’t been home in a few days.”

Sam expression didn’t change as he nods along. Y/n glanced up at him with a frown, “You never told me your Dad still hunts.” Sam’s lips pressed into a tight smile, “Y/n/n, excuse us. We have to go outside.” You nodded at him, “Can I borrow you, really quickly?”

Dean nodded as Sam smiled, “Of course.” Sitting down on the bed as Sam sat next to you, “If your dad’s missing then are you going to go look for him?” He didn’t know yet, he didn’t even know the whole story yet. “It depends I guess. Where he last was and what Dean tells me.”

“But what about Monday?” Sam couldn’t help but smile, of course you were worried about things that weren’t yours. “I’ll be back in time, I swear Y/n/n.”

He glanced over at you, your hands were in your lap as you smiled, “I know you haven’t told me what your dad hunts. But, I’ve seen your old diary.” His eyes immediately widened, “Y/n—,”

“I believe it, don’t worry. How can I not? I’ve watched my fair share of horror films and Buffy. Plus, my mum always used to tell me to keep an open mind to everything.” Sam had to take a second to grasp everything that had tumbled out from between your lips, “Wait— you knew?”

Your giggles were prominent, until it blew out into a laugh attack, “You should see your face! Of course I knew!” His eyebrows twisted as he pinched the bridge of his nose, “I don’t— what?” You grabbed his hands and clutched onto to them, “Baby, come on. All the random facts you always have, that one time you kept talking about the inaccuracies about Vampires. And then today,”

Sam’s face looked as if it had been drained or color, “If this is about—,”

“You sent an article that morning about Vampires and how they should actually be beheaded. And then a random story about them getting close to people abnormally quick. Which is exactly what happened with Ben. I got mad at you because I couldn’t figure out why you wouldn’t just tell me.”

Sam sighed, “Well you can’t blame me for being cautious. And most people don’t handle the whole, ‘Ghosts are real’ bit that easily.”

“Well I’m not most people Sammy.”

“No, no you’re not. You’re better, you always have been Y/n.” The air in the room had apparently been drained, since you couldn’t breathe. Not with those gorgeous eyes staring down at you.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“If you’re not about to kiss me I give this interaction a minus 0 out of 10.” Sam scoffed, “So you’re rating me now?” You jokingly nodded as his hand was placed on your cheek before kissing you.

And God was it worth the wait.

As you pulled away you couldn’t believe you finally had him.

“100/10.”

“What an honour.”

You couldn’t help yourself as you kissed the tip of his nose, “Anything for something as cute as you.”

“Who, little old me?”

[sansaorgana]

OMG I need a Buck x reader with Bucky as a third wheel I think it'd be brilliant! Buck just wants a moment alone with his girl and Bucky keeps popping up

thank you for this request, honey! it made me laugh so much and it reminded me of that song "me, you and your friend steve" 🤣

I currently have like 6 requests in my inbox 👀 so please, be patient with me, especially that I'm also working on Feyd-Rautha multi-chapter lol

my inbox is open for blurb/short fic requests for major cleven 🤗

You adored Bucky, really. He was funny but also kind and helpful. He loved to mess around and to make you laugh by making funny faces and teasy comments. You were glad that your boyfriend had a best friend like that and you enjoyed his company, too.

But everything has its limits.

Bucky’s company was more than welcome but sometimes you just wanted to be alone with Gale. Especially since there weren’t many moments like that on the base where you could just sit somewhere alone in silence and make out or cuddle or talk about serious things.

Each time you luckily had a moment like this, Bucky would spoil it. He was like a dog sometimes, following you around and constantly requiring attention.

“You should talk to him,” you whispered to Buck the other day when you were sitting with him behind one of the buildings. Hiding from the rest of the world but mostly hiding from Bucky. “I mean it, I adore this guy but I sometimes feel like I have two boyfriends. Or an annoying son,” you pouted.

“And how do you think I feel?” Gale chuckled and shook his head as he pulled you closer to his chest. “Do you think I enjoy him following us everywhere?”

“Then why can’t you talk to him? It will be less rude if you do it, you know him for a long time,” you insisted. “Also, I will just look like a jealous girlfriend. It has to be you.”

“It’s difficult, you see, I think I’m the only person he has. The only person he cares for, I mean,” Buck explained. “He rarely mentions his family, he doesn’t have any girl waiting for him at home or anything…”

You pursed your lips. You felt bad for Bucky, you really did.

“I understand this but… I sometimes just want to kiss you…” you teased and Buck leaned in to place his soft lips on yours.

“Like this…?” He smirked.

“Like this,” you nodded your head.

“Hey, what’s up?!” Bucky’s voice made you both jump in your seats as you looked up angrily at Bucky standing right above you, blocking the sunlight.

“Jesus Christ!” Gale raised his voice. “Were you spying on us?”

“I don’t have to. At this point I know all your secret places,” Bucky shrugged his arms and sat on the other side of you. You clenched your jaw, trying very hard not to say anything.

“Has it ever occurred to you that we go to those secret places because we want to be, well, ALONE?” Buck asked. “Just a thought,” he added sarcastically.

“But we are alone here,” Bucky leaned back and smiled at the feeling of the sunlight on his face.

“Excuse me, we?” You asked.

“Well, you two, doing whatever you’re doing there, and me. Don’t mind me at all,” Bucky mumbled with his eyes closed.

Suddenly, an idea popped into your head. If he said he didn’t mind, your goal was to make him start minding.

You moved slightly to sit on Gale’s lap and face him. You tangled your hands in his hair and started to make out with him in the sloppiest and most passionate way you could think of, as if you tried to devour him whole. Buck was shocked at this sort of behaviour from you but he couldn’t say no to you, not ever. He was kissing you back and pulled you closer.

Bucky opened one of his eyes and looked at you two, a little taken aback. But he still remained silent.

You got rid of your jacket in a haste and went back to tugging on your boyfriend’s hair as you moaned into his mouth.

Bucky moved uncomfortably but he still pretended not to see or hear anything.

You pushed Gale down and he landed on the grass with you on top of him, still attached to his lips. You placed his hands on your breasts and began to work on the buttons of your shirt.

“Aaaaand I think it’s time for me,” Bucky stood up suddenly and you stopped all your movement to look up at him. He was blushing slightly but he still pretended not to be bothered at all. “I just remembered I have some papers to fill…” he scratched the back of his head. “Major’s duties, you know… See you later,” he waved at you and walked away as fast as possible.

You smiled triumphantly and looked down at Buck, visibly proud of yourself.

“Jesus, woman, what was that?” He breathed out. “I didn’t know you had it in you.”

“There’s a lot you still don’t know about me, Major Cleven,” you teased him.

Since then you started to do similar things every time Bucky was bothering you and Gale. And as much as Buck found it amusing, he also noticed a slight change in his friend’s behaviour. He became less cheerful around him and he made a few remarks about you to Buck.

“Hey, will you help me with that?” Gale asked Bucky the other day as he struggled with filling one of the papers by the desk. “I don’t know what they want me to write here…”

“You can ask your girl to help you,” Bucky teased but in an unusually mean way.

“What is your problem, Bucky?” Gale looked up and furrowed his brows. “You’re acting weird lately.”

“Me? It’s you and her acting weird,” Bucky crossed his arms and leaned on the desk.

“What do you mean acting weird?”

“When we’re hanging out together, you two are dry humping each other. Like, gee, get a room!” Bucky rolled his eyes.

That was the moment when Buck just couldn’t stand this anymore. The audacity…

“For God’s sake, we are getting a room. We are alone. But then guess what, you are showing up out of nowhere and bothering us!” Gale raised his voice. “Forgive me for wanting to kiss my girlfriend. Maybe find yourself one, too, and stop following us.”

He immediately regretted his harsh words but it was too late to take them back now. Bucky didn’t say anything at first but he looked hurt.

“Forgive me for wanting to spend time with my best friend,” Bucky said finally.

“I didn’t mean to…” Buck sighed. “I’m sorry, man, but… We really want to be alone sometimes, you know? I spend most of my time with you. Like here, now, can’t you see? We have beds next to each other, we eat by the same table, we go on missions together. I don’t get even half of the same amount of time with her.”

“It’s okay, just…” Bucky sighed and smiled sadly, “she could have just told me herself if she doesn’t like me so much…”

“Jesus, Bucky, it’s not about that!” Gale shook his head. “She adores you. She thinks you’re fun and kind and she knows how our friendship is important to me,” he explained as Bucky’s eyes lightened up. “And she loves to spend time with the both of us. But sometimes, listen to me, just sometimes, she wants to be alone with me. And I want to be alone with her. Alone, do you understand? Alone means without you.”

“When am I supposed to know then, if you want me around or not?” Bucky whined.

“Well, I don’t know, maybe by assuming that you’re not wanted around when you haven’t been asked to join us?” Buck asked, ironically.

“Are you done with those papers or not?” Your voice interrupted them as you walked inside the room, visibly irritated. “You’re slow as hell and I’m done with Colonel yelling at me for the work going slow. I told him it’s not my fault my boyfriend is a knobhead when it comes to filing the paperwork.”

“A knobhead?” Buck pretended to be very offended. “Watch your mouth, miss.”

“I’m not in the mood, give me that,” you approached him and took the papers from him.

“Hey, hey, hey…!” Bucky suddenly raised his voice and you raised an eyebrow at him. “Why are you interrupting our alone time? Are you following us around? Can’t I just have a moment with my friend?” He asked and grinned.

“Another knobhead,” you rolled your eyes. “I think I’ll ask for a free weekend, I’m sick of the both of you,” you sighed and walked out of the room.

“Wow, thank you very much,” Buck gave Bucky an unpleasant look.

“Come on, I can’t interrupt you two but she can interrupt us whenever she wants? It’s gotta be fair, man.”

MASTERLIST || BUCK MASTERLIST

[magics-neptunes-things]

Hugs vs Pain

Hi everyone!

I went to the dentist today and i'm hurt as hell, so here is a story about it with Ona 🤣

TW : Dentist.

“Ona, Princesa, I don’t want to go. Please don’t make me go, I’ll do anything I swear!”

“Baby stop” Ona laughs, rolling her eyes.

She gets out of the car and if you really considered the idea of running away from her and the building you’re facing, your girlfriend doesn’t let you the time to do it. She opens the door of her car and wait patiently that you get out too. Which you did while grumbling.

“Ona, please” you beg.

“No Babe. You literally had fever last week because of that, so you will go in this dental office to get those wisdom teeth removed.”

Under her beautiful smile and her brown doe eyes, Ona is really stubborn. She took an appointment for you when you always find an excuse not to do it and came with you today to be sure that you will be here. Both of you know that if she wasn’t with you, you wouldn’t be here.

Ona takes your hand and drag you with her. The receptionist hides a smile of amusement when she sees both of you. You are clinging to Ona’s hand like if life depends of it.

You almost jump when the dentist come to take you to her office and it’s at that time that Ona realizes that you’re not playing with her or exaggerate things. She knows that you are scared of dentist, you never hide this point to her. The look of horror that you throw her makes her feel bad, before remembering how much you were suffering last week when you admit that your teeth were hurting. Your pain lasts some days before you eventually talked about it to your girlfriend.

When she strokes your forehead, she realize that you had fever too.

“Can I come with you?” Ona asks your dentist softly.

After looking at you, the dentist nods and Ona jumps on her feet to follow you. On the chair, you close your eyes, not wanting to see anything that he will do to you. You are concentrated on Ona’s hand in yours, your girlfriend stroking lovingly your fingers.

The appointment last almost one hour and you almost faint a thousand times. You are feeling strange when you get up from the chair, your legs shaking. You let Ona drags you once again, following her to the desk of the receptionist and then to her car.

“Are you alright?” Ona asks before starting her car.

You grumble for any answer, your mouth still asleep and hurting too. You hate that feeling. Ona stops at the pharmacy near her building to buy some painkiller and antibiotic before you can finally find the comfort of her bed. You realize quickly that the lying position is awful for your pain though.

Ona quickly arranges the bed with her multitude of cushions, so that you can be comfortable sitting, before handing you a glass of water and a painkiller.

“Take this mi Amor” she says.

You sigh but take it anyway. The cold water makes you shiver, and not in a great way, but you hope that it will help you to feel better soon. After you swallow it, Ona takes you against her to cuddle and you let yourself go against her. You feel dizzy and close your eyes. You don’t need more than five minutes before falling asleep.

When you wake up after, you frown realizing that your girlfriend isn’t with you anymore. The place where she was is still hot, meaning that she’s not gone for too long, but she’s still not here. You sit on the bed and start to get up from the bed to look for her when Ona comes back in the room.

“Where are you going?” she asks.

“You weren’t here when I woke up” you pout.

Pushing you softly back against the cushion, Ona puts a trail next to you on the bed. You frown while looking at it, seeing a yogurt and a bowl soup. Nothing you really like, but it seems like Ona made the soup herself and you feel your heart fluttered at the idea.

“The dentist said nothing too hot or too cold, so I made a soup but it isn’t really hot. And the yogurt is out of the fridge for several minutes now.”

“Thank you, Oni.” you say with a grateful smile.

“You’re welcome” Ona smiles, sitting next to you again.

You struggle to eat properly to be honest, your mouth is always strange, and you are scared of hurting yourself a little more. Ona proposed to feed you, but you declined, thinking that this situation is already embarrassing enough for you.

When you are finish, Ona takes the trail to put it on her nightstand and takes you again in her arms. She kisses your hair before looking at you.

“Can I kiss you?”

“Very softly” you answer, just unable to refuse her a kiss.

Ona nods and is very careful not to touch your face when she puts her lips against yours.

Your still remember the first time Ona kissed you. It was after taking you home after a game. You already went to two dates before, and she never kissed you at that point. That day, when she walked you to your door, she doesn’t go for the usual kiss on your cheek, but she kissed you right on the lips.

You were so shocked that you didn’t react at first, making Ona believing that she totally misread the situation. She wasn’t, and you had to kiss her yourself to make her stop her repeated apologies in a Catalan way too fast for you.

“I’m sorry that you are in so much pain” Ona mumble against your skin when she kisses your forehead. “If I could, I would take it so you wouldn’t be hurt.”

“I’ll be ok with more cuddle” you mumble, taking one more painkiller with some water.

Like every other time it makes you feel sleepy again and you literally wrap yourself around Ona. You smile when you hear her giggles, hiding your face in the hollow of her neck.

“I love you so much.” you whisper, half asleep.

“I love you even more.”

You hum, not able to answer something else as the sleep takes you away. Ona holds you tenderly against her, gently stroking your back under your t-shirt with her fingertips. She holds you the time you are asleep and is still holding you protectively against her when you wake up.

“Here she is” Ona smiles when you stir, putting her phone on the mattress.

“Hola” you mumble, stroking her neck with your nose.

She shivers slightly and you smile when you realize it.

“Did you sleep well?”

“I always sleep well when I’m in your arms.”

“Painkiller make you all soft?” Ona laughs.

“Don’t make fun of me. I’m hurt” you pout.

Ona laughs again and you can’t do anything but smile. While doing it, you realize that the pain is less strong than before and that’s something to emphasize. Maybe tonight you will be able to eat something other than soup.

You stay like this for several minutes, enjoying Ona’s tender caresses on your body. You kiss her jaw several times, tracing her freckles with your lips.

“Thank you for taking so good care of me” you whisper.

“Always, mi Amor.”

[sebscore]

Came from ur fem!driver HCs and now I have ideas:

- The origin story of George’s ‘Russy Bussy’ nickname🤣

- Y/N hazing Oscar, Nyck and Logan in Abu Dhabi because as Valterri says, ✨traditions✨

- Y/N and Pierre gossiping abt Piastrigate w/ Yuki, Zhou and Charles (cuz oh my lordy-ord THE DRAMAFEST that was the summer break and Seb’s retirement😭)

THE ORIGIN OF RUSSY BUSSY

pairing: george russell x driver!reader / alex albon x driver!reader / lando norris x driver!reader

warnings: the word “bussy” 😭

author's note: i mean everything you need to know is in the title :) yes, this is a reference to that one eric name tweet from 2019! tysm to the anon for the requests!!

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''Did you see what George tweeted earlier?'' Alex asked her while they waited for the rest of the grid to arrive at the driver's briefing.

Y/N shook her head. ''No, why?''

Alex simply chuckled and pulled out his phone, opening the Twitter app and typing in George's username. He laughed once again, before showing the tweet in question to her.

GeorgeRussell63: New race week! Let's get busssy everyone!

Y/N's jaw dropped, in shock that the Brit actually had posted that on his official and very public Twitter account. ''You know for a guy that likes to correct my grammar, he sure does make a lot of spelling mistakes.''

''I don't think he's realized yet what it means.'' The Williams driver told her, putting his phone back in his pocket.

''Hey, guys.'' Lando took the seat next to his female friend, sighing as he sat down. ''What are you two talking about?''

''George's bussy.''

The three bursted out laughing, gathering some confused looks from the other drivers in the room. Lando seemed to immediately understand what they were referring to.

''I thought I was the only one that noticed.'' He said, trying to calm himself down.

''I was gonna tweet something back at him, but I didn't want people to make fun of the fact that I know what it means.'' Alex explained.

Lando and Y/N nodded at his words, understanding that fans can remember these things for years to come. ''I wanna see his face the moment he finds out what it means.'' She said, rubbing her hands together like a villain would when creating their masterplan.

''Me too, it's gonna be hilarious, our Russell George.''

''Should we let him figure it out on his own or do we tell him?'' Alex asked, debating if they should explain the meaning to him.

Y/N shook her head. ''He should figure it out on his own, maybe with a bit of our help though.'' The mischief in her eyes didn't go unnoticed by Lando and Alex, the two already started to grin.

As if on queue, George and Lewis walked into the room, and briefly greeted everyone. George was about to sit down next to Sebastian, but he was quickly interrupted from doing that.

''Hey, Russy Bussy! Come sit with us!'' Y/N called him over, a teasing smirk present on her face.

The nickname caused some stifled laughter in the room, particularly from Pierre, Daniel, Lando and Alex. Meanwhile George awkwardly looked around as he made his way over to them.

''Hi, guys.'' He sat down next to Alex, a puzzled look on his face.

Lando briefly took a glimpse at Y/N before speaking. ''You guys are later than usual, you had a bussy morning?'' He asked, trying his best to not start cackling.

''Yeah, we had to film something with the team…'' George hesitantly answered, totally unaware what they were laughing about. ''Why are you saying busy like that?'' He asked the younger guy, putting his hand on his waist.

''Oh, isn't that how you say it?'' Alex said, feigning innocence. ''Yeah, or tweet it.'' Y/N added, having too much fun teasing the Mercedes driver.

''I can't follow, guys.'' George was visibly running out of patience with the teasing.

''Oh, crikey! He doesn't know what we are talking about.'' Y/N mimicked George's speech, continuing the mocking.

Alex was the one to cave in first. ''We're talking about your latest tweet, Russell.''

''What about it?'' He obviously still hadn't realized what had been so wrong with his spelling of the word 'busy'.

''You still don't know?'' Lando said wide-eyed, surprised George still hadn't been made aware of the entire thing.

''Know what?''

Lando and Alex turned to Y/N, pleading with their eyes that she explains it to him. She rolled her eyes, but succumbed.

''In your tweet it sounded like you said 'bussy' instead of 'busy', and let's say the two words have completely different meanings.'' She clarified.

George nodded, understanding the fault he made. ''Okay… then what does it mean?''

''With 'bussy' you're referring to a man's, uh, anus.''

They could see the gears turning in George's head, starting to comprehend why he received the reactions he did to what he assumed was a normal tweet. He had given the internet another reason to clown him for an entire season.

''Oh, good heavens!''

''But hey! Look at it from the bright side, your gay fans must be very happy right now!''

[megantheebaddest]

Y/n goes out to the club with Drew’s sister Brooke!!

a/n: Thank you for the request 😘 this is the aftermath of them clubbing. i had to be fluffy in this one! i couldn’t resist. also let’s just pretend that’s drew in the gif 🤣

warnings: none

Cuddle Me

Drew’s eyes dart open to the sound of the front door busting open. It sounded like he was about to get robbed, until he heard the loud cackles coming from you and his sister Brooke. He scrunched his eyebrows at the rude awakening. You were both staying with him for the week, as you guys had traveled to visit him. Just as he turned his head, you two came around the bend holding onto each other for dear life. You were holding each other up at this point, barely able to walk. Both of your heads were rolled back, mouths hung open, and incoherent laughs and comments coming from your mouths.

“Looks like you two had a great time.” Drew laughs.

You both were in sync, looking at him like deer in the headlights. With out missing a beat you both started your uncontrollable laughter. Brooke let go of you and you completely lost all your balance falling straight to the floor.

“Woah!!” you screamed landing on your butt.

Brooke bent down placing her hands on her knees while pointing and laughing at you.

“Bitch get the fuck uppp” she laughed.

Drew just sat there with an amused expression. He knew he was in for it tonight. You fell back, laying down now.

“I can’t.. no way. i need help”

Drew instantly got up and grabbed ahold of your hands . He pulled you up and helped you regain your balance.

“What the hell did you guys drink?”

“Everything.” You both said at the same time. The only difference is you hiccuped after. Drew shook his head laughing.

“And how’d you get home? You could have called me” He asked.

“Some guy who was buying us drinks all night” Brooke said.

“What?? And that sounded like a good idea to you guys?”

You and Brooke looked at each other in agreement.

“You two are nuts” Drew said with his eyebrows up in disbelief.

You made your way to the couch and plopped down. Brooke made it over to Drews fridge. “Got anything good in here?”

Drew looked around like he didn’t know what he got himself into inviting his best friend and sister to stay for a week. “Is this free game?” Brooke held up a tupperware container. Drew smiled and shook his head. He plopped down on the couch beside you, reaching to take your heels off. You blinked at him a few times before speaking.

“Why do you hate me” you whined.

“Huh?”

“You never let me touch you, or kiss you, or fuck you” You say grinning.

“Y/n.. What the hell are you talking about?” Drew laughed.

“It’s like.. You know when people want to eat chicken? Like really bad? That’s how it feels.”

Drew was just about to speak when you cut him off. Your eyes perked up. “Do you have chicken!? I’m hungry”

Drew just stared back at you. Confused as all hell.

“Are you like, okay?” Drew laughed.

“No. I’m hungry?”

“Here have some of this” Brooke sat down beside you with the leftovers.

“Y/n did you get that one guys number? He was a cutieee” Brooke asked.

Drew’s head shot towards you both. A hint of jealousy at the thought of you getting some random dudes number. “I absolutely did!” you giggled.

“Oh my god yes!! How about him taking you to the bathroom and the security guard yelled at you guys” Brooke cracked up.

“I know we were only in there for like 30 seconds” you laughed. “Almost had his dick in my mouth” you shrugged, closing your eyes while enjoying your bite of food.

Drew bit his lip to hide the anger/jealousy. Brooke noticed and looked over to Drew and gave him a little smirk. She knew how Drew felt about you, he always confided in her. She knows how big of a wuss he is to admit his feelings towards you. Drew reached for the remote turning the tv on. Nothing to be heard but the sound of the tv, two drunk girl’s obnoxiously chewing food, and quiet giggles.

“I think i’m gonna head to bed. You ladies have fun, but not too much fun. You girls are loud as shit together.” Drew chuckled.

“Night droop dogg” You laughed at the nickname you had given him years ago.

“Goodnight Y/n. Good night Brooke” He smiled

“Night Joseph Marie” Brooke laughed.

Drew cocked an eyebrow and had a look of ‘what the fuck?’ on his face. He pinched the bridge of his nose. Letting out a “Jesus christ” under his breath. You girls were absolutely wrecked and he was not sure how much more he could take. You both were a handful to say the least. He shook his head laughing making his way to his room.

——

It had been about 45 minutes and Drew found himself tossing and turning. The rest of his apartment was silent as he figured you both went to bed too. He was staring up at the ceiling thoughts running through his mind a million miles per hour. The thought of you hooking up with randoms and getting other guys numbers just didn’t sit right with him. You weren’t dating each other so you were able to do whatever you wanted, it’s his own thoughts and feelings towards it that ate him alive. He was silently beating himself up about never admitting his feelings about you. Everyone he confides in tells him to go for it but he’s just too nervous. Almost every time his mom calls him to check up on him and catch up, she asks about the situation. She’s definitely team Y/n. Just as he was starting to think about how close you were to his family and how they all absolutely adored you in every way his bedroom door creaked open, letting the dim light from the hall in. His eyes perked up at the sight of your silhouette stumbling towards him. You were stumbling so bad between all of the alcohol you consumed and the fact that it was pitch black in his room as your eyes hadn’t adjusted yet. You tripped a little landing on the side of his bed you sat down and moved your hand around to feel for him. You felt his arm and slowly shook him to wake him. Little did you know he was already awake looking right back at you in awe.

“Drew” you whispered shaking him.

He didn’t budge.

“Psst. Joseph. Wake up please”

He put his hand on top of yours. “What’s wrong sweetheart.”

You hiccuped hard. “I can’t sleep. It’s cold out there.”

Drew didn’t say anything he just lifted the blanket and you excitedly climbed in. You moaned at the feeling of warmth and the smell of Drew filling your nostrils. The sound of his calm breathing was so soothing. You both just laid in the silence enjoying every moment.

“Drew?” You barely whispered.

“hmm?”

You contemplated your next question. “um, never mind”

“Uh uh. What is it?”

“I really want to cuddle.. cuddles from you are the best-“

Before you could finish your sentence he pulled you by your waist. You were facing him so you had your face buried in the crook of his neck. He draped his long arm around you sliding his hand up the back of your shirt. He used his finger tips to lightly tickle patterns all over your back. After a few minutes, he felt your breathing slow. He peaked down at you to make sure you were asleep before placing the softest kiss on the corner of your mouth.

“I love you sweet girl” He whispered.

[hellfire-state-of-mind]

Clandestine

pairing: Mr. Ben x fem! reader

rating: Mature (things get a lil heated 👀)

word count: 4.5k

summary: Mr. Ben is daddy, Ms. Jenny is mommy and they’re all a happy family at St. Lawrence High School, no crumbs left. But what happens when the cool aunt moves to town?

warnings: i did my best to leave out specific descriptions of reader except that she does have breasts and wear feminine clothing, infidelity, swearing, alcohol consumption, some heavy making out and implied smut, Ben has a daddy kink (as always, please message me if i missed anything)

a/n: my second submission for @beskarandblasters's Taylor Swift writing challenge! this one is based on "illicit affairs" from her album, folklore. being one of my top 3 albums of hers, i was excited for this prompt but i laughed so hard when Kel paired it with Mr. Ben 🤣 i had a ton of fun sprinkling in references (as well as a few extra swiftie ones too, if you look closely). this is also probably the longest fic i've ever written since i started writing years ago but this story really just took on a life of its own. i hope you all enjoy reading as much as i did writing and PS happy birthday, Pedro 😊

Teaching European History to a bunch of 10th graders is definitely not for the faint of heart, but the aftermath of the pandemic on the public education system only made the calling harder for you to ignore.

That’s why it meant so much to you when you discovered your students making fancams and claiming you as the “cool aunt.” You knew it was just their way of connecting with you and if it helped them pay attention in class and actually enjoy learning, what’s the harm? Some of the other teachers didn’t share your sentiment, but you were never one to much care about others’ opinions.

Until you met him.

Mr. Ben.

He and Ms. Jenny were the students’ absolute favorite teachers at the school, earning them the coveted titles of Mommy and Daddy. Their classrooms were both on the other side of the school in the math hall, so you never really saw them except at the monthly after-school faculty meetings. But one morning a piece of mail intended for Mr. Ben had been left in your mailbox in the front office by mistake, so you made the journey into uncharted territory.

Reading the plaques on each door, you almost thought you were in the wrong hallway when his name finally appeared on the last one at the end. It was slightly cracked so you could hear the scratching of chalk as he wrote on the board. Knocking lightly to announce your presence, you waited to hear him acknowledge you before walking in. His classroom was decorated to feel bright and cozy and welcoming, soft music emanating from the area near his desk. And the man standing in front of the chalkboard certainly fit the vibe. Soft but sturdy, carefully styled curls threatening to break free. You immediately understood why he was your students’ beloved and had them in a chokehold. You felt your cheeks heat for a moment when he cleared his throat to catch your attention, having been staring in silence for a bit too long.

“Can I help you with something?” Even his voice was so father.

“Um, yes. Sorry. I think some of your mail ended up in my box on accident.” You approached him, holding out the thin envelope. “It’s right underneath yours so it’s an easy mistake to make if you’re not careful.”

His thick fingers brushed yours as he took it from you, and you tried to steady your breath as you felt their brief warmth radiate up your arm. “Oh, good catch. Thank you.” He turned to place them on his desk and you were prepared for that to be the end of it, but he focused his attention back on you. “You’re new this year, right? I don’t believe we’ve met. I’m Ben.” Extending his hand back out to you, you swallowed hard before taking it and replying with your own name. He repeated it back to you in understanding and you nearly melted at the way it effortlessly rolled off his tongue. The bell indicating the beginning of first period interrupted you before the conversation could continue any further. Bidding him a rushed farewell, you hurried back to the sanctuary of your own classroom across campus.

That was months ago. By the end of the year, the passing gestures became more frequent so that you were thankful for summer break to give yourself some time away from the man who had no idea his foot was always on your neck. Finally, you could breathe.

--

The weeks passed quickly and now you’re hauling boxes of school supplies across the parking lot. It’s the week before classes start anew and all of the teachers are trickling back in to ready their classrooms. You’ve just deposited the cardboard box on your desk when your phone chimes with a reminder about the faculty meeting in 5 minutes. You grab your lanyard, weighed down with your ID and keys, and head for the library.

When you arrive, everyone has already taken their seats so the only one available is next to him. Mr. Ben. Steeling yourself, you try to appear casual as you take your place. Feeling your movement, Ben looks over at you and flashes a captivating smile that you return without a second thought.

“Welcome back, kid. Have a good summer?” He launches into the usual teacher small talk but it’s not at all uncomfortable.

“I did. And yours?”

“Not bad. Nothing special, really.”

You hum in acknowledgement before Principal Owens steps up to the front, signaling the start of the meeting. In that moment, you come to a realization that you can’t shake. Nudging Ben’s elbow with yours, you lean closer and keep your voice low.

“I haven’t seen Jenny around, is she feeling okay?”

He chuckles before picking up on your sincerity. “Oh, you didn’t hear? She transferred over to St. Augustine.”

Your eyes widen in surprise. “Really? Can’t wait to break that to the students.”

“Yeah, you and me both.” He chuckles a little harder, earning a couple of sideways glances from others around you. You shrink into your seat a little as Ben attempts to cover with a cough.

You try to ignore the flutter in your heart, but you just have to know. “So are the two of you still…?” you trail off, hoping he picks up on your meaning so you don’t have to say it out loud.

“Yeah. Yeah, we’re still together. One less heartbreak for the kids,” he jokes.

“Oh, good. That’s good.”

And you mean it. If he’s happy, you’re happy. But a pit has formed in your stomach and you lose yourself in thought until Principal Owens makes his final announcement.

“There has been yet another surge of fancams created over the summer so as part of the first-day assembly, we will be including a segment on responsible technology usage. Ben, since you ate up the last one, would you mind handling it? After all, it was nom nom delish and had them gagged.” A burst of laughter ripples through the room as Ben runs a hand through his hair, amused.

“Yeah, sure. What could possibly go wrong this time?”

“Thank you. And if it’s not too trouble, I’d like to pair you with our newest target,” Owens gestures to you, conveniently sitting in the same vicinity, “so dubbed the ‘cool aunt.’”

You feel the heat begin to creep up your neck as you realize the implications of the proposal. You look over to see Ben nod and shrug as if to say “why not.” Looking back to the front of the room, you smile and nod in acceptance of the project. Inside, you’re trying not to scream. You don’t notice Ben holding his gaze on your profile for the rest of the meeting.

You retreat to your classroom after you’re all dismissed, willingly losing yourself in paperwork and organizing when there’s an all-too-familiar knock on your door. You look up just as Ben steps over the threshold. And closes the door. And crosses to perch on the edge of your desk, giving you an optimal view of the way his jeans stretch over his sculpted thigh and ass.

“So, how are you feeling about this assembly next week?” He leans forward, propping himself up on one arm. You force yourself to not look at the veins winding and disappearing under his shirt sleeve and maintain eye contact, which isn’t much easier.

“Good. I mean, is it supposed to be scary? What happened last time?” You remember the way everyone reacted when Ben received the assignment.

He smiles and huffs a laugh at the memory. “Let’s just say I was in your shoes now. I was just so confused about the whole concept. But it gave Jenny and I the opportunity to officially come out as a couple, so I guess it wasn’t all bad.”

The pit in your stomach widened at the mention of Jenny again. “Well, I’m glad I’m working with someone so experienced then.” You mentally kick yourself at your choice of words. What the hell is that supposed to mean? You try to recover. “Honestly, I’m a little flattered. It means the kids are engaged.”

Ben doesn’t seem to notice. “Yeah, it is kinda nice that they look up to us like that. Even if it is a little…”

“Unorthodox?”

“Right. It took me forever to figure out what it meant to have rizz and be a skinny legend.” He almost can’t get through his sentence as he’s interrupted by his own wheezing laugh. He fights it off long enough to finish his thought. “But it looks like you’re in your assembly era now, so what do you say we meet up here tomorrow and put this presentation together?”

You quickly agree, both in excitement and eagerness to get him out so you can get ahold of yourself. Satisfied, he rises but stops before he fully walks away. “By the way, I really like that perfume you’re wearing. Vanilla?”

“A-and cherry,” you manage to choke out.

“My favorite.” He smirks before raising his hand in goodbye and exiting the room, closing the door behind him.

--

The next week is a blur. You meet the next day to organize the presentation, as promised, but one conversation topic leads to another and before you realize what’s happening, Ben is putting his number into your phone. Then you’re giving him yours.

You keep telling yourself you’re just friends, like a mantra, but you can’t help but feel a sense of pride at the way he thinks you don’t notice how he inhales a little deeper when you lean into his personal space, taking in your scent. His favorite.

Even the assembly goes off without a hitch. Naturally, the students are disgruntled yet again at being reminded that fancams of their biases are banned, no matter how much they munch on it. But they seem to pick up on the friendship between their daddy and cool aunt and that’s enough to appease the juvenile masses.

You’re both dreading and looking forward to your free period. When comparing schedules, you and Ben discovered you had the same block open, so you agreed to make that a regular coffee break together. He’s already there when you walk in, bursting into his signature smile as you approach.

He stands and pulls your chair out to sit at the small table. “So, how’s the first day been?”

Accepting the gesture and trying not to read too much into it, you breathe out, “Pretty good. I can already tell that covering the Bubonic Plague is going to be interesting, but we will cross that bridge when we get to it.”

Once more, the two of you fall into an easy conversation when an ill-timed joke has you spilling your coffee. All over Ben’s tie. You immediately jump up, dashing to wet some paper towels. Ben rises to stop you, laughing at your mortification.

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it. Hey,” he grasps your wrists, forcing you to turn and face him.

“I-I think I have a Tide pen in my room, I can go run and get it.”

“No need. I started keeping a spare in my desk years ago. You wouldn’t believe how often I spill coffee on myself.”

With that, you follow him back to his classroom. He closes the door behind you, crossing to his desk to rifle through the drawers, but you hang back. It’s only when he finally pulls out the replacement tie that you allow yourself to breathe and walk over.

Ben holds it up in jest. “See? Problem solved.” You hope he doesn’t hear the way you swallow hard as you watch him skillfully unwind his soiled tie from around his neck with one hand.

However, he struggles to knot the new tie and you speak up, “Need a hand with that?” You don’t know where the confidence came from.

He looks up at you, eyes a couple shades darker. “Would you?”

You round the desk and try to stop your hands from shaking as you reach up towards his chest. Your knuckles brush his soft button-up but before you can grip the decorative length of fabric, you feel Ben’s hands cradling your elbows. You slowly lock eyes with him, and the rest happens too fast for your brain to process.

Ben swiftly maneuvers you against the edge of his desk and leans in close, his nose to your temple, breathing you in. “You wear this just for me?”

You can’t lie to him. “Yes.”

He travels down to your pulse point where the perfume is applied, ghosting over the delicate skin there. “Good.”

He darts the tip of his tongue over the spot before moving to look you in the eyes once more, his hands journeying experimentally down to your waist. You’re fully trapped now. But you don’t want to escape.

He rests his forehead on yours as your eyes flit down to his mouth and back up. “Ben?”

“That’s not my name.”

You’re taken aback by his response for a moment before he leans in the tiniest bit more so you can feel the tickle of his mustache as he whispers, “What’s my name, baby?”

“Daddy,” you breathe out.

His lips twitch into a smirk before crashing against yours, sealing you to him.

--

Your escapades go on that way for months, innocently meeting in the teachers’ lounge to make your coffees and carrying them back to his classroom where they’re quickly abandoned. You easily get lost in each other, you perched on his desk as he stands between your thighs. You’ve discovered he likes it when you tangle your fingers in his curls, but you have to be careful not to muss them too much lest anyone catch onto your illicit activities.

You know it’s wrong. He and Jenny are still together, despite the different schools. Your mind is a constant whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. What if she finds out? Does she already know about you? Where do you stand?

But Ben is quick to make you forget your inner turmoil. You’re in your usual seat upon your throne of his desk, your blouse unbuttoned halfway to grant him access to your chest. His lips are latched to your collarbone, one hand cupping a breast and the other holding the knee you draped over his hip. You feel his hardness against your clothed core, knowing it must be painful for him. But you can’t cross that line. Not here.

As if rehearsed, Ben slows his movements to a halt, trailing his tongue back up your neck and jaw before reaching his final destination and molding your lips together. Wordlessly, you peel apart and put yourselves back together. You dare to break the silence.

“Ben?”

He looks back at you with those adorable baby browns that everyone at the school loves. “What’s wrong, baby?”

“Nothing, exactly. I just-” you cut yourself off, taking a deep breath. “At the risk of sounding like a cliché, what about us?”

“I don’t understand,” he says with a furrowed brow.

“I mean. We’ve been doing…this for a while now. And I can’t deny that I’ve grown to love the thrill of sneaking around with you.” You slide off his desk to plant yourself firmly in front of him. “But…you and Jenny...I guess what I’m trying to figure out is-”

“What do we do?”

“Yeah.”

Ben lets out a sigh and adjusts his watch. Noticing the time, he reaches for your arm and the two of you walk to the door. But he puts his hand on the handle before you have the chance to turn it.

“I promise we’ll talk about this. Tonight? I’ll call you?”

You press your lips into a tight smile. “Yeah. Tonight.”

Ben removes his hand and you exit the room. As if on cue, the bell rings to signal the change of classes and you pick up your pace to make it through the sea of students back to your room in time for your next lesson.

--

He does call. And you do talk. But ultimately you agree not to change anything for now. He needs time to figure out where he and Jenny stand but neither of you can bear to let the other go in the meantime. You try to hide your growing disillusionment at your arrangement, but you can’t tell if you’re truly that good at pretending or if Ben actively ignores it.

It all comes to a head the morning you sleep through your alarm, recovering from your hushed over-the-phone activities the night before, and you forget to wear your perfume. His perfume.

You’ve assumed your position when Ben suddenly recoils.

“Where is it?”

“Where is what?” You wrack your brain trying to interpret the question.

He slowly leans back in, inhaling deeply to make sure he didn’t just miss it. “Vanilla and cherry.”

The realization hits you like a ton of bricks. “Oh, B- Daddy, I’m so sorry.”

He nearly whines in disappointment. “Where is it?”

“I slept through my alarm. I must have been moving so fast this morning that I forgot it.” You twirl your fingers through the curls at the base of his neck. “I’ll wear it tomorrow, I promise.” Ben still doesn’t look at you. You tug a little harder, forcing his attention. “Hey. It was an honest mistake, I-”

“Did I do something wrong?”

The question jars you even more than the first. You want to reassure him but you can’t form the words and your hesitation speaks volumes.

“Baby, why didn’t you say something?” Ben pulls away completely now, leaning up against the chalkboard.

“What could I say, Ben?” You’re emboldened now, matching his stance. “That I’m tired of sneaking around? That I hate being the other woman but I feel this crushing guilt about coming between the two of you?” You pause to think carefully about your next words before just throwing caution to the wind. “That I love you and I want people to know it. Don’t you?”

You can see the hurt bloom in Ben’s eyes. “Kid, I…I don’t know what I want.”

But that hurts worse. “Really?” You reach to fix the few buttons he had managed to undo and walk towards the door but he steps in front of you.

“Hey, hey, don’t- baby, just- just hear me out kid, please, let’s talk-”

“Don’t call me that.” Your voice is tinged with cold.

“Call…call you what?”

“Don’t call me ‘kid.’ Don’t call me ‘baby.’ In fact, don’t call me anything until you figure out what it is you do want.” You swerve past him and yank the door open. “Maybe I’ll still be waiting for you.”

It takes everything in you not to slam the door out of respect for the ongoing classes around you.

--

You’ve mastered the separation of your personal and professional lives so no one can see through your façade for the rest of the day. But the last bell couldn’t ring soon enough. You pack your bag and leave just as quickly as any of your students and book it out to your car. You know you’re going to get stuck in the after-school traffic but it’s better than waiting it out in your classroom where he could find you. You’ve just unlocked your door when you hear your name. You don’t recognize the voice over the din of cars and school buses, so you search for the owner and immediately regret it.

Ben raises his hand at a car that stopped to let him pass and jogs across the pavement. You want nothing more than to scream at him but for the sake of keeping up appearances, you smile and let him approach. Your voice betrays your true feelings.

“I told you, Ben, I’m-”

“I know you’re pissed and you have every right to be. But I have something I need to say and I really don’t want you to misunderstand me, so could I please just get through to the end and then you can say your piece?” He sounds out of breath. “Please?”

You simply nod and lean back against your car, waving at passing students.

“Okay. I’ve thought about what you said. And truth be told, I have not been fully honest with you. But I want to change that. I want to talk about this. About us.” He takes a long pause, collecting himself, and you almost think he’s finished before he launches into it again. “Can I come see you tonight? At your place? Or mine, whichever you’re more comfortable with. I’ll cook and we can really talk. Face to face.”

“What about Jenny? She’s not going to wonder where you are?”

“Don’t worry about that. I’m taking care of it.”

You take in his words. It’s not exactly what you hoped when he said he had something to say but you’re also standing in the middle of the high school parking lot. It’s neither the time nor the place to hash out your relationship problems.

“Fine. My place. 7:00. But you’re not staying too late, it’s a school night.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Ben lets himself smirk for a moment before switching back into teacher mode and bids you good afternoon, taking off back towards the school.

--

It’s 6:57 and you’re starting to curse yourself for agreeing to let Ben come over. But in a way, this is like a first date. Your first meeting outside of campus. And you can’t lie that the prospect of what could come after intrigues you.

7:00 on the dot and your doorbell rings, so you steel your nerves and open the door. Ben looks almost relieved that you actually answered and you step aside to let him in. In one hand, he holds an insulated bag of what you can only assume is ingredients for the dinner he promised to cook and in the other, a small bouquet of your favorite flowers. You accept those with a small smile and lead him into the kitchen. He begins unpacking the bag to start cooking while you dig through drawers to find a pair of scissors.

“Do you want some wine? You didn’t say what you were planning to cook so I pulled out a red and I also have a white already in the fridge,” you offer as you cut the flower stems at an angle and untie the bundle to arrange them in the vase on the coffee table.

“White sounds perfect, thank you,” Ben accepts as he rolls up his sleeves. You pull out the bottle and pour a little into two glasses, handing him one. You go to take a sip before he holds his out to you. “Cheers.” You clink and then drink, resisting the urge to down half the glass in one go.

You stand off to the side most of the time while Ben takes over your kitchen, falling back into your easy conversations without even realizing it. You have to admit you love watching him, the way his hands grip the knife and the vegetables he’s cutting, the sweat glistening on his forehead and the back of his neck from the hot stove.

The rest of the night feels…natural. Effortless. You almost forget why he came over in the first place.

You’re lounging on the couch with him, dishes washed and kitchen cleaned, wine glasses in hand when you finally cut to the chase.

“So what did you want to say to me?”

Ben’s eyes widen slightly and he leans over to rest his glass on the coffee table. “Say what?”

You need him to get to the point before you lose your nerve again. “In the parking lot, you said you wanted to talk. About us. So let’s talk.”

He lets out a nervous sigh and turns to better face you. “Right.”

You hold eye contact, expecting him to say more, but nothing comes. You sit up, putting your glass down next to his, losing your patience. “Ben, if you’re not going to-”

“I love you, too.”

The four words you’ve been waiting for him to say since the first time you kissed. But followed by more silence.

“That’s it?”

Ben opens and closes his mouth, searching for the words, but you cut him off.

“That’s not enough, Ben. The sneaking around, the stolen stares across the room, it was fun but it’s not enough anymore. You’ve made a fool out of me, but more than that you’ve…I’ve ruined myself for you.”

“You…what do you mean?” He leans in, careful not to intrude too far into your personal space.

“What we have is- is different. I’ve never had something like this and I don’t think I ever will again. You’ve shown me things, taught me things that I can’t ever share with anyone else. But this isn’t going anywhere and I’m not sure you even want it to.”

“I do!”

“And Jenny? You can’t have us both, Ben.”

“I told her.” The only sounds in the room are your individual heavy breaths. “We talked and apparently, she’d been feeling pretty distant, too. She was trying to work up the courage to talk me into counseling but when I told her about you…she let me go.” He curls his hand into a fist, stopping himself from reaching out and touching you. “I am yours and only yours. And I don’t care who knows it anymore.”

“Then prove it.” You feel as if your heart is going to burst from how fast it’s racing.

“I will.”

Ben practically launches himself across the couch, yanking you into his arms and smashing his lips to yours, as if pulled by an invisible string. You react immediately, curling your limbs around him, desperate to hold him closer. You gasp for breath when he breaks apart just enough to mumble against your lips. “Where?”

“Down the hall, last door on the left.”

In a flash, you find yourself deposited on your bed, dress crumpled on the floor, fingers flying to undo the buttons on Ben’s dress shirt. You shift your focus to his slacks, his rock-hard bulge ever prominent as you unzip. You move to pull them down his thighs along with his briefs, but he stops you. His shirt now gone, he nudges you to fall backwards onto your pillows and he follows.

His weight on top of you is intoxicating, finally able to feel all of him. The broadness of his shoulders, the contracting muscles in his back, the softness of his tummy pressed to yours. His mouth finds its home in your cleavage, nipping and sucking at the sensitive flesh, the scratch of his patchy beard bordering on overstimulating.

“Ben-”

“That’s not my name.” He looks up at you with a devilish grin and emphasizes his point with a hard grind of his hips into yours. “What’s my name?”

“Daddy!”

His tongue soothes each bite as he finally journeys up your chest to your neck. Taking in a deep breath, he releases it with a sinful groan from deep in his chest.

“You wear this just for me?”

“Yes.”

“Good.”

[factual-fantasy]

22 asks!! :DD 💖💀🎉💖

@bunny-coffee

@elegysonnet

AAA THANK YOU SO MUCH!! AND YOOOO IM DEVOURING THIS IDEA FRFR-

There's so much sadness! So much angst! AND JEVIL COMFORTING FRISK BY MAKING HER LAUGH?? PERFECT!!!

Now I may be not able to apply this idea word for word.. but I LOVE so much about it! Would you mind if I yoinked some of this? Its great!! :DD

:DD Happy new year!🎉🥳🎉 And thank YOU for sending me a kind message! I endlessly appreciate it 💖💖

@bunny-coffee

:00 Really? Thank you!! :DD I was actually pretty unsure of that detail for Jevil.. Making him round and squishy kind'a made him look too young to me.. but I'm so glad you like it! Maybe his squishiness isn't so bad! :D

:DDD Happy new year!! 💖🎉🥳🎉💖

XD Its been a while since I watched the movie. But I think my reaction was something along the lines of:

"..oh?.... OH..?.... OH YOOOOO---" *excited for angst noises XDD*

Thank you!! :DD As for his knuckle scars, there isn't really one specific way he got them. It just shows that he's rough and tough. He's been through a lot and has been on many dangerous missions.

You know, scraping his hands on rocks, dealing with sharp teethed and dangerous creatures every day.. Your hands would naturally get beat up a lot of you lived like Kwazii.

Aww! How fun! I'm sure Foxy wouldn't mind the company! :}

Foxy: "Oh? Are you a new animatronic?"

Calico Jack: "BIG TALKIN ROBOT-"

Now usually I would say Calico Jack. And its probably still true.. but considering how I'm trying to structure my Octonauts AU.. Inkling might actually be the one who's studied up more on folk tales and mythologies.. 👀

@rockbott0m47 (huh.. in all my days I don't think I've ever received a question like this XDD)

I try to be as factual as possible.. but in all honesty, my factual stops where the lazy begins-

XDD You're welcome?? Ah- Sorry for your loss?? XD I'm not sure how you feel about this realization but none the less thank you! I'm so glad you've liked my artwork! :DD

@nevereatingpeas

:DD THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! I'm so glad you like my deign!! :}}💖

AAAAA THANK YOU SO MUCH!! 😭😭💖💖💖

(Post in question)

WAAAAAHGG THANB YIU SO MCUH!!! ITS SO COOL TO ME THAT YOU SAW ALL THOSE DETAILS!!

Yes exactly! Shellington's "VEGGIE DAD" shirt, Kwazii's bent whiskers and scars.. AND YES YES! THE CAPTAIN IN FULL UNIFORM!! I was thinking that he is an early riser and was up before everyone else was. He's not intending to eat later- he's just already had breakfast! :0

AND YES!! The meals were all correct but one <XD google says that sea otters eat crab. So I googled "crab meat meal" and drew one of the things that came up. It might be a salad thing..? Or a crab pasta thingy.?? Not sure <XDD But MAN the potatoes would have been a good idea too-

One detail that I was fond of was the steam coming from everyone's cups. Though Peso and Barnacles have no steam, because they're drinking cold drinks! You get it?? Becuase they are cold creatures?? Don't like warm things??? I'm so smart 🤣

@itschrisboys

YOOOO THIS IS A REALLY SOLID IDEA!! She could have the guilt of having killed everyone, while also trying to give everyone their happy ending.. Cool! Would you mind if I used this idea? Or at least part of it? Its really neat! :00

@britneyt

:DD Thank you! I'm glad you like that design detail of his XDD

Also thank you again! Happy new year!! 🎉🥳🎉

@beryl-shade

XD My first thought was Glamrock Freddy; "HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO HIDE YOU NOW GREGORY??"

I do! I'll have to draw them sometime-

@tallchest13-blog

Thank you! I'm so glad! :DDD

@natewithacake

:DD Thank you so much!! I'm glad you like the designs I've given them! :}}}

[lutawolf]

My Personal Weatherman and the D/s element Ep 4

If you haven't read the others, they can be found here.

Ahhh, nothing gets me going like a sub wearing what their Dom picked out. That subtle ownership. Why yes, I do pick out all my husband's clothes except the dreaded work clothes. I refuse to take the blame for those tacky things.

Right off, we can easily see that this is not an M/s situation. The fact that Segasaki is asking Yoh what he wants to do, tells us exactly what we need to know. Yoh is explaining what he is going to do. That is not something a slave would ever even think to do. We can easily tell that he is a subby sub though, cause when Segasaki brings out the Dom, Yoh eases back.

OMG, that chin grab! @bl-bam-beyond pretty please gif that chin grab.

That chin grab with the "No." Ugh, how all my lovely subs doing? Are you still here? Have you been able to finish the show? Or are you stuck here on rewind?

Yoh actually questions Segasaki as to why not. Anybody still thinking Yoh a slave? Cause not to be rude, I can't fix stupid. This boy, a brat. Fuck, this whole scene is really showcasing their dynamic. "But we made a promise." "Tell her that you can't go anymore. Do it. Do you even know why you are in this house." And once again, we're back at the misunderstanding stage.

A fangirl, I see. OMG, this is adorable. Yoh is like, sure. Let's look at the tie of my Dom, bestie.

Yoh calling with Segasaki standing over him. This episode is killing me in the best possible way. Don't revive me! (No! I have not taken my ADHD meds, don't judge me!) "I was ordered to stay home." Hahahaha! Then the ahhhh, after he tells her that he will make it up to her. Letting you know he was likely just punished by Segasaki. Yes, my mind went here.

Then the reward of the head pat, "you did good."

She showed up to check on him! Woot! Haha, she is about to find out who is boyfriend is. Hahaha. I'm dying. Meanwhile, his boyfriend is like, "guess it's time for a face off." Ya'll I'm not okay. I'm laughing so hard.

And Yoho stepped over a line and got put in his place. But he is too busy having a crisis to care! 🤣🤣🤣 Her face is my favorite.

That effortless lie. He wasn't feeling well. Uh huh. I love these two dumbass friends. I need sake too!!! I'm dying. Shit, I can't breathe through the laughter.

Now it's Yoh's turn to be jealous. Ahh, he got drunk and fell asleep on the floor. The places we find comfortable when we are drunk.

Nope, he doesn't want to go to the bed. I love the outer dialogue we are getting. I really enjoy that we get Yoh's side of things and from his perspective, but this rounds it out a bit for me.

And look at that beautiful smile when Segasaki finds out she's married. "Are you in your rebellious phase." Does this sound familiar to certain people whom I will not mention by name!?! Hmmm! Brats! Stop breaking my heart! Make him stop Segasaki, make him stop!

Fuck, I love these two so much. Everything he is describing is very much a Brat Tamer. Bossy but gentle. Controlling but caring. Charming and unreasonable. Brat Tamer.

The way his squishes Yoh's face! Ahhh, these two are gonna kill me!

"It would be nice if you stayed drunk forever." Because of the honesty. Segasaki likes Yoh's quirks, but he also wants the honesty and the connection.

I need the curry story now! But apparently, I must wait. Heavy sigh.

Hope you guys enjoyed this! Let me know in the tags if you did. 💜💜💜 See you next time.

[pensat-i-fet]

Al teu costat (Pablo Gavi x Reader)

**Hi!! I got a request to do something similar to this Pedri imagine and I was trying to make it different enough and came up with this idea. Then somehow felt the need to add Catalan phrases to it because why not? Here we read, we laugh and we learn 😅 enjoy ❤️**

Word count: 2584

Masterlist

Wattpad

"You two go to Eindhoven for the women's Champions League and you two to Vigo. All clear?"

"Shouldn't I go to Eindhoven? I've been covering the women's matches all season".

"I know", says my boss. "But the men's team is going to Japan right after the match and we need you on that plane. I was about to tell you about that but you interrupted me".

"Who else is coming with me there?"

"It's just you", he says, surprising me. I haven't been doing this for long enough to be sent alone to any matches. Even friendlies.

He grabs my arm gently to move me away from everyone else. "I get it. You don't want people to know about you and Gavi and this is another opportunity for people to stick their noses where they don't belong but it's also a great opportunity for you to prove yourself. I know you can do this. And you'll be flying with the players too. So it won't be as bad".

Yeah well…it's also a 15-hour long flight so I doubt having my boyfriend there will magically fix everything.

But he's right. It's another moment to prove how good I am at my job. I'm still always the youngest and ever since the rumours about me and Pablo started to show up on social media, it's been tough. Everyone is paying way more attention to me than I wanted. And not for the reasons I wanted them to pay attention to me.

[You]: I'm going to Japan with you so one less gift for your list.

[Pablo]: you are? Your boss is the best! And you can sit with me on the plane.

[You]: I'll sit with the rest of the press. We don't want more rumours 🙄

[Pablo]: if you think I'm going to spend 15 hours on the same plane as you but not with you, you don't really know me 🤣

He's right, of course. But all my colleagues are always looking at us to see if we show any signs that we really are together. Probably to be the first ones to post about it online. It's so boring.

"Breathe, just breathe", says my colleague Adrià when we are about to take off.

"You say it like it's easy".

He just laughs. He's used to this because I always have to travel with him. "It'll be Pablito's job to remind you later. At least with him you can cuddle or whatever. It'll help".

"Yeah".

I hope it does. But for now, it's time to worry about the match. Concentrating on my job helps me clear my mind a bit. It always has. And before I realise, we’ve made it to Vigo. This flight was short. The next one…

This Celta-Barça match is the last one of the season for both teams. One is fighting to stay in La Liga while the other one won it weeks ago…and it shows. I mean, Pablo isn't even on the starting line up and he plays almost every match.

When Adrià and I are walking towards the radio section, we see him coming out to inspect the pitch, eating some sweets.

"Great pre-match meal, huh?"

"It's how I got all these muscles you like so much", he says, flexing his arm.

I shake my head while Adrià laughs. “You two are too cute”.

“Do you want one?”, says Pablo, showing us all the sweets he has in his pocket.

“Sure”, we both say, picking one each.

“See you later, gorgeous”.

“Too cute”, says Adrià again and I hit his arm.

The 2-1 win means Celta avoids relegation and the whole stadium celebrates the result. But for me, it’s time to get all my stuff and make my way to the airport. It’ll be Adrià who stays to do the interviews this time.

There aren’t many journalists travelling with the team, but they are all staring at me after one of them announced I’m going to be in the player’s area and not with them.

“We never even get to travel with the players anymore but she gets to be with them in first class while we get chronic back pain on those tiny seats”.

“Well, they have to keep little Gavi happy”.

Their laughs make me want to get up and leave but I won’t give them that satisfaction. But their comments get to me. Of course they do. And that’s why when the players show up and Pablo looks at me, I shook my head. I know it hurts him to be rejected, but he also understands why I have to do it.

And it’s only 15 minutes later that I get to join him, and the rest of the team, on the plane.

“Where do you want to sit?”

“I don’t have a preference”, I say, already feeling anxious. Pablo, on the other hand, is acting like an overexcited puppy. And that makes me want to try and hide my fear even more so I don’t ruin this for him.

“Let’s go there. Do you want the window seat?”

“No”.

He takes my laptop bag to put it away and then leads me to the seats he likes. This plane is so big. Too big. But it also feels very small. Can this piece of metal really stay in the sky for so long?

"Do you want some?", says Pablo, offering me more sweets.

"No, thank you".

"Must be the first time you say no to sweets but it's pretty late I guess", he laughs. "Do you want to watch a movie or nap?"

"Yeah", I say, not really listening to him.

"Yes to which one?"

“What?”

He gives me a funny look but doesn’t comment on my reaction. “Movie or nap? What do you prefer?”

“Movie”.

“And cuddles?”

“Of course”, I answer, trying to match his smile.

I try to just focus on the movie and Pablo’s arms around me, protecting me. But they can’t protect me from this fear. Nothing can.

“Tinc por” (I’m scared), I whisper, barely aware I'm speaking.

Pablo looks at me worriedly and not just because of what I said. He knows I only switch to speaking Catalan in front of him when I’m being serious about something. He found that out the few times he pissed me off. And I also do it when I wake up in the morning mumbling nonsensical stuff. But the rest of the time, I speak only Spanish to him. Even if he’s always trying to learn new words in Catalan to say to me because he knows I find that adorable.

"What are you afraid of?"

"Flying".

"What? Since when? You fly for work all the time".

"And it's horrible all the time".

“Why did you never tell me?”

“It’s not as if you could help”.

“So was I supposed to find out when we went on holiday together?”

“I guess. Are you mad I didn’t tell you?”

“Yes. I don’t want us to keep big secrets from each other. But I’m more annoyed I can’t do anything to help you. Should I ask for a sleeping tablet for you? If you’re sleeping you won’t feel bad”.

“I thought about taking one later”.

“Better if you do now and get some sleep. And I’ll have time to figure out how to help”.

“Are you going to Google for tips on how to help?”, I joke.

“Yes”.

“I’ve already tried them all but I appreciate it. I appreciate you”.

While we wait for the flight attendant who’ll bring me my sleeping tablet, I hold onto Pablo tightly. He’s the best remedy to all my problems and doesn’t know it.

"You can leave when I'm sleeping".

"No, I can't".

"Pablo, you've played for 45 minutes and need to move around a bit. You can't just sit for so many hours".

"Stop worrying about me".

"I'm your girlfriend. It's my job to look after you".

"And it's my job to look after you".

I just shake my head at his stubbornness, hiding a smile while I take the tablet. Hoping it’s a strong one that will knock me out for a good amount of hours, I put my head on Pablo’s shoulder and close my eyes.

"Pablo?"

"Yeah?"

"T'estimo molt (I love you so much)".

"I love you too. Sleep well now. You need the rest. I’ll be here by your side the whole time".

                                     **

When I wake up, I feel so groggy and confused. I notice a weight on my shoulder and see that it’s Pablo’s head resting there.

“Are you feeling better?”, whispers Robert when he notices I’m awake.

“Yes, thank you. I can’t move now, though”.

He laughs too before turning back to watch his movie. And I know I should grab my laptop to get some work done, which will also help me stop worrying about still being on the plane. How long until we get there? An hour and a half. I’ve slept for 13 hours. That’s…a lot.

I need to do something to avoid overthinking so I try and pick up my phone moving slowly.

“What are you…wait!”, seeing me awake wakes Pablo up immediately. “You ok?”

“Yes. I’m fine. We’re almost there and I have to do some work. That always helps”.

“I googled…”, his little blush makes me smile. “It didn’t help much. Unless you let me hypnotize you”.

“You already did. How do you think you managed to get me to date you?”

“So funny”, he says, rolling his eyes and smiling. “You really are feeling better?”

I nod. “And please tell me you didn’t stay all 13 hours here while I slept”.

“I didn’t. But I was always close and looking at you to make sure you were ok”.

“Good”.

I dedicate the last hour on the plane to work and thankfully, after all this suffering, we make it to Japan.

                                       **

Our routine to avoid people’s comments is exhausting. The team leaves the plane and I have to wait until they are all out. When we get to the hotel, it’s me who gets there first. I don’t get to stay in the same room as Pablo, but it’s the same hotel so just being seen together on the lift could create some drama. And then when some players leave for events they have to attend, we also leave the hotel at different times…only to meet at a café we saw when we got there.

“Fancy seeing you here”.

“Let’s go see the city. Away from all those jealous idiots”, says Pablo, taking my hand. A part of me fears that if he finds out what they say about me, he’ll stop giving them interviews. And that will make me the bad guy for sure.

After a nice romantic walk, we go back to the hotel to rest before the match. A match that doesn’t mean much football-wise but has a lot of sentimental value since it’s against Iniesta’s team. I grew up seeing him play so I’m as excited as all the players are.

The match ends with a 2-0 win for Barça and when I go back to the tunnel to hide from the rain, I hear Pablo calling my name.

“What is it?”

“Come with me”.

“Where?”

“Just come”.

“Pablo…”.

But he doesn’t listen to my protests, moving his hand to grab mine before realising what he’s doing and just telling me to follow him again. So I do.

“Here she is. My girlfriend”.

When I see who Pablo is talking to, I try not to freak out. He’s introducing me to Andrés Iniesta? I have to remind myself to be professional before talking.

“Hi…it’s really nice meeting you”.

“Nice meeting you too. Gavi told me you needed to record a little interview for the radio? I wasn’t going to do any but I guess I can make an exception for him. Or for you”, he laughs.

For a second, I just stare at Iniesta. He’s talking to me and wants me to interview him. How is this my life?

Pablo notices what’s going on and touches my arm to wake me up from my daydreaming.

“Yes. Just two minutes. Let me get my phone to record it. Thank you so much, really”.

While we record the interview, Pablo leaves to meet Iniesta’s kids and then we all leave the stadium and I don’t get to see him until we make it to the hotel.

“Thank you for the Iniesta interview. It’s…a dream”.

“I get it. It was also a dream to play against him”.

I smile at him, suddenly not caring at all about who sees us. “Do you want to hang out before we leave? I have to write an article but it shouldn’t take long”.

“I need to take a nap, sorry”.

“Ok”, I say, slightly disappointed. “I’ll see you at the airport, then”.

Three hours later, I’m surrounded again by all my lovely peers. Noticing their whispers doesn’t bother me anymore. Who cares what they think?

So when I see the players arrive, I walk towards them. I can notice all of them looking at me, surprised. But no one is as surprised as Pablo.

“What are you doing?”

“Hanging out with you guys”.

“Since when?”, laughs Eric. “I thought you were ashamed of being seen next to us”.

“Only of being seen next to you, García”, I joke back.

We keep chatting and get to the topic I didn’t want to think about.

“I didn’t know you were afraid of flying. I used to be a bit but now I do a lot better”, tells me Robert, and I don’t know if it’s true or just him trying to make me feel better but I appreciate it anyway.

“Yeah, it used to be worse for me too. But it’s still hard”.

"It's easier having your boy by your side, right?”, asks Eric.

“A little”.

Pablo grabs Eric’s arm so he can whisper in his ear. And Eric whispers back. What are they doing?

"Sempre al teu costat" (Always by your side).

“Sempre?” (Always?)

“Sempre”.

Even if I can notice everyone’s eyes on us, I hug my boyfriend. And once again, no one is as surprised by my actions as him.

“They can see us”, he whispers.

“Let them see us. I don’t care”.

After the hug, we keep hanging out with the rest of the squad. And when it’s time to board, I grab his hand and hold it until we reach the place.

But all the adrenaline from finally confirming what everyone suspected goes away when I’m back inside the plane.

“Don’t freak out. I got you some things”.

“You what?”

I turn to see Pablo getting a bag out of his backpack.

“I got these tablets which are supposed to calm you down. They have natural ingredients so you can have the sleeping tablet too if you need to. I also got you an eye mask. The lady at the store said you won’t be able to see anything so that might help too. And…where is it? Here! Pillow spray. It’s supposed to be good too, I don’t know. It smells like lavender, it’s nice. I’ll keep it if it doesn’t work”.

"When did you buy all of this?"

"When you were writing the article and I said I would just go nap".

“Why are you perfect?”

“Just trying to help”, he shrugs.

“Having you near me was enough but let’s try all of this!”

[dailyreverie]

Please may I have gas station with Santiago from your prompts? Seems.like the kinda place he'd frequent 🤣

Thank youuu x

Thank you so much for requesting 🥰 I hope you like it!

Night drive

Gas Station September prompt list

Pairing: Santiago Garcia x fem. reader

Word count: 1.2k

Santiago knew the little gas station store by heart, but that didn’t stop him from walking through every aisle, filling one hand with snacks while the other held a couple of beer cans, preparing himself for a night of watching the highlights of that afternoon’s game. A regular Sunday night for Santiago, at his usual spot after his drive, except this time, since the usually chatty clerk was too distracted by whatever was going on outside.

“What’s going on out there?” His groceries landed on the counter as he reached for the wallet in his back pocket. “Hey, Luis,” Santi snapped to get the man’s attention, who turned to look at him with a laugh.

“That poor girl outside,” His thick Spanish accent finally greeted him. “She’s been there for ages trying to turn back on her car.” Santi was the one who got distracted now, his neck almost snapping when he took a double look, realizing who that girl was. “Pretty sure she’s about to have a panic attack.”

“Ah, shit!” Santiago threw his card onto the counter and rushed out with his packed groceries in hand, not before shouting one last thing. “Charge whatever she owes, too.”

Santi had met you a day after you moved into the neighborhood when you showed up at his door, asking him if he happened to have a screwdriver since yours was lost with the move. He found the courage to ask for your number when you went to give it back that same afternoon, but he was never brave enough to use it, only developing a maddening crush on his cute neighbor for weeks on end.

Now there you were, on the verge of breaking down the same way your car did, leaning against the open hood trying to figure out what to do. Your sundress was the only reminder that summer was still somewhere around, hidden behind the moon and the fresh night breeze that made your skirt dance. Santi approached you carefully, not wanting to startle you - in a gas station at an ungodly hour, of all places. He hoped his heavy footsteps were enough, but he couldn’t tell, your shivering shoulders were all he could see.

“Hey!” He called, immediately regretting it when he saw you tensing, but then you turned around, cautiously, clearly not knowing what to expect. “It’s- it’s me.” Santi confirmed when he saw the tension leave your body, showing his hands in surrender, his voice wavering around the words.

“Hey, hi,” you stuttered, 

“Santiago-”

“I know, yeah, Santiago-”

“Your neighbor.” You both rambled, your voices interloping each other until you reached a moment of silence, only being joined by the nearby cicadas. “Are you alright?” The sigh you let out was enough of an answer for him.

“No. Not really. I was at a friend’s house, y’know, enjoying the sun, which is why I’m wearing a dress I’m not insane.” He grinned a little at your ramblings, at the justification of your current outfit. He couldn’t help himself, he was no better than a teenager with a crush. “Everything was fine, the car was fine, and all of a sudden it just-” Santiago had begun approaching you as you started recounting your night, dangling his purchase from one hand to another to take his jacket off and hand it to you. That simple action interrupted your story, making you look from his hands to his face; he insisted, shaking it slightly towards you again. You whispered a quick thanks as you reached for it, your eyes taking a quick look at his making him smile to himself.

“All of a sudden it shut down?” He resumed the story where you left off.

“In the middle of the night, right next to a murderous gas station.” You joked, making Santi let out a laugh from his nostrils. You had already slipped your hands into the sleeves of his jacket when he looked from the car to you again, the sight enough to make his heart thump loudly against his chest.

“Do you want me to… uhm… check?” He signaled to the general area of your car. His hands were shaking, and he wasn’t sure if it was the chill night or the nerves to be talking to you again.

“Be my guest.” You stepped aside, giving up on the broken machine. 

“It’s not murderous. The gas station, I mean.” He answered your previous concern. “Luis at the store is alright, and there’s a few drivers who come by every night, they look sketchy but they’re good.” Santi shot you a smile, easing you before taking your spot overlooking the hood of your card. He really wished he knew more about cars than his basic, army-standard Jeep mechanics knowledge. Your little hatchback had him in the blank, checking the oil and antifreeze knowing damn well that could not be the problem.

“Do you come here every night?” You stood next to him, watching his every move. Your question didn’t come without a judging little laugh.

“I drive at night. Keeps me busy.” He turned some knobs letting out the smoke, absentmindedly answering you.

“That explains why I always hear you coming home so late.” From the corner of his eye he saw you shivering, your legs moving back and forth to keep you warm, all while he was making himself look like he knew what he was doing just to impress you.

“Are you spying on me?” Santi laughed.

“Your engine is loud as hell.” You joined his laugh, the sound of it making his heart race a little. “I thought you kept having dates every night.”

“If you want to call Luis a date…” You chuckle made him smile too. Maybe he couldn’t fix your car, but at least he was able to turn your night around. “Well, I have good news and bad news.” Santi dusted off his hands, meeting you eye to eye. “The bad news is you need a mechanic, I know a guy but he probably won’t answer on a Sunday night.”

“Great,” You shivered, the frustration oozing from your words. “What’s the good news?”

“The good news is that I have a perfectly functioning car just filled with gas, and I happen to live right next to you.”

“Thank you, Santiago.” Your frown turned to relief.

“Santi,” He corrected, sharing a quick smile with you, and began to guide you to his car.

“Well, Santi, at least let me pay for your beers. I already took half an hour of your night.”

Santi could say yes, accept your thanks, and be even with you, but as he closed your door and walked over to the driver’s side, he had a better idea: “We could do that, or I could finally use that number you gave me and take you out for dinner.”

“Did you break my car on purpose?” 

“Maybe I did.” Santi laughed. How much he loved doing that when it was thanks to you. “Does that change your answer?”

You shook your head, laughing too, the headlights of the passing cars mixing with the heat on your cheeks. “Thursday night. But I might forget, you might need to call to remind me.” He smiled at your teasing, quickly turning to look at you only to find you already looking at him.

“Trust me, I’ll call.”

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Thanks for reading! Please reblog and comment if you enjoyed this story.

[aaron-m-geist-ff]

NOT EVEN GONNA LIE ZODIAC ASKS ARE SUCH A COOL IDEA!!! 😭 AFTER STALKING YOUR PROF- AHEM SORRY- READING YOUR WORK- couldn't resist the irresistible energy to toss my hat into the ring *wink wonk*. A-KNEE-WAYZ we're twinning- I'm a gemini tooo 🤭🔫 and honestly I would love something fluffy (tho I wouldn't say no to some smut either teeheee) life's been stressful lately :(( I'm pretty new to the fandom so I'm rather curious to see what you'll give me 👀...OH and I use she/they pronouns :))

PS: May I ask you what your favorite flower is?

PPS: Your writing is phenomenal, imma go stalk your ao3 later

Signed,

Your newest supporter.

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You got…🥁🥁🥁

Satoru Gojo!

“Oh my god!! And then, you will never believe what happened next, my co-worker actually told me that her step daughter got cheated on! Isn’t that crazy?! I was so shocked, clutching my pearls and everything!” You continued to ramble on and on about one of your crazy stories.

Gojo sat there with his blindfold on, taking a sip of his soda as he listened patiently.

“Satoru, are you even listening to me?” You stopped telling your story all of a sudden to ask the question.

“Am I talking too much?” You asked. You were beginning to feel insecure. In the past, people used to straight up start ignoring you because of how much you talked. You really valued your boyfriend’s opinion of you and didn’t want him to end up disliking you for some reason. You couldn’t hide the concerned look on your face.

Gojo chuckled.

“Nah, baby. Talk all you want. I’m listening~”

He sounded so fucking dominant when he said that. It actually made your cheeks start to heat up. You weren’t one to get flustered easily, but having Gojo order you to talk more did stupid things to your Gemini brain.

Gojo smirked when he saw your blush. He rested his chin on his hand, leaning back on the couch.

“In fact…Come sit on my lap while you continue that story of yours.”

Gojo’s voice was so attractive to you. It made you nervous. And the idea of sitting on his lap made your heart do a flip in your chest. As a Gemini, you have a tendency to be a little too flighty. Your mind is often all over the place. Gojo enjoys being your anchor.

You sat on his lap, facing him as you straddled him. Your cheeks were flushing so much out of embarrassment. You swallowed thickly, wrapping your arms around Gojo’s neck.

“Right…So, anyway…W-where was I in the story? I think I lost my train of thought-“ you stuttered.

Gojo’s large hands moved to grip your ass. He squeezed it casually.

“Your co-worker’s step daughter got cheated on and you clutched your imaginary pearls,” he said with a short laugh.

You giggled, trying to ignore the arousal flowing through you.

“Y-yeah! Sounds about right!” You chirped cheerfully. It made you really happy that Gojo remembered those little details. He seemed to pay attention to you just like he promised. It made your heart feel warm to be appreciated in such a way.

_____

“Ha…Y-yes…Right there, Satoru-“

You moaned quietly, your face pressed into Gojo’s neck as you rode his cock. You could feel the tip pressing into your special spot, sending little shocks of pleasure through you.

“And what happened next in the story?” Gojo teased lowly, uttering the words right beside your ear.

You whined. “Satoruuu! I can’t….ha, fuck… I can’t talk-“

You were always quite vocal during sex, and how could you not be?? Gojo fucked you too well. He chuckled at your pathetic response.

“Oh? My little Gemini can’t talk anymore? Must feel really intense, babe.”

Gojo gripped your hips as he began to fuck you from below, pushing his cock up into your tight entrance. He moaned under his breath, getting lost in the feeling as he thrusted roughly without any hesitation.

“Fuck…Gonna fill you up, princess.”

[diaryofanidiot]

Can't Take The Heat?

One-shot based on an experience I had with my bf recently 🤣

Summary: Soap finds out the hard way just how high reader's spice tolerance is

I smiled as I inhaled the scent of my food. I was starving. Hell, we all were. Finally being back on base, we could eat something that wasn't a MRE.

All I craved was something spicy. Something to pack a punch and force my brain to release that sweet, sweet dopamine while my mouth was in battle with the capsaicin.

The noodles were bathed in a firey red sauce of chili's and various spices. Perfection.

I took a seat with the rest of my team, Task Force 141. Gaz and Soap were bantering loudly while they ate, clearly happy to be home. Price sipped a cup of coffee, half of a sandwich eaten in front of him.

Ghost sat at the end of the table. He would likely eat in the secrecy of his own room later where his mask could be removed to do so. He seemed in a rare good mood, occasionally adding a snarky or teasing comment to the conversation at the sake of himself or one of us.

I stirred my noddles with my chopsticks in hand before taking an eager bite. My eyes rolled back slightly as i reveled in the explosion of flavor in my mouth.

Gaz laughed and pointed out my food-gasm, causing me to smile.

"I've missed flavor." I joked, happy not to be eating a prepackaged meal rehydrated by water.

I prepped another bite, feeling like a starved man who had just emerged from the desert only to be greeted by a banquet.

I brought it up to my lips, just before noticing Soap moving quickly from his spot beside me. Before it could reach my lips, he stole the bite from me.

He gave me a cheesy, victorious grin. I raised my eyebrow, waiting for what I knew was to come with a smirk on my lips.

I watched as his face from a look of playful mischief to one of horror. He quickly grabbed his napkin and spat out the noodles, but it was far too late. The capsasin was already in his mouth, turning his face red.

"Steamin' Bloody Jesus -" he coughed, going for his water. I could hear the rest of the team laughing as they realized what had happened. "Where did you get that?! Satan's asshole?!"

He was cursing up a storm now between gulps of water, trying to flush out the spice.

"Water only makes it worse, you know?" I laughed, tears pricking the corners of my eyes.

"Fuck off" he coughed again, still downing his water.

Ghost chimed in on the mockery. "Can take a bullet but brought down by some noodles?"

Soap playfully flipped him off. Gaz couldn't speak with how much he was laughing.

To rub it in his face some more, i waited until his attention was back on me before taking another bite.

"Delicious." I said with a shit eating grin. Johnny looked like he had been punched. His lips were a cherry red, and i could see the shine of sweat on his upper lip just barely covered by his stubble.

Price lifted his cup of coffee toward me as if to pay respect. He couldn't hide the corners of his lips turning upwards into a smile.

This here made everything worth it.

Sometimes, you just gotta revel in the small things.

"I'm never stealing your food again." Soap chuckled, beginning to come down from the spice a bit. Even he couldn't deny it was funny.

"Good to see you learned your lesson."

Hope you guys enjoyed this. I have a little bit of writers block, so i wanted to write something quick and easy to hold you guys over for a little <3 love you all and stay spicy~

[geralts-yenn]

Hey, enjoyed the Evan story very much 😍

When was the moment Evan realised he had feelings for reader? Can you say a little about his thoughts? 🥺

Okay! I am sooo flattered that I get so much feedback for Evan!

And I am really happy that you like him, too, because I fell in love with him.

And that's why I wrote a little bit about him this morning... (Not even 24h after I said I wouldn't write for him soon 🤣)

Evan's thoughts of what happens in "I need you now"

warnings: alcohol use - that's all

word count: 1,1k

Brothers and Beers

Pub conversations

As Evan entered the bar, he noticed his brother immediately. The wild curls and broad shoulders being unmistakable his. He patted him on his back, and the older one turned to greet Evan.

“Hey little brother, glad you could make it! I was a little worried after our call today. You sounded a little confused.”

Evan made an apologizing grimace as he slumped down on the chair next to Walter.

“Yeah, hi! I was just a little distracted. We got a new neighbor and I saw her struggling with all the boxes. I was just about to go out and offer my help to her when you called.”

“New neighbor, huh? I guess she’s cute if you wanted to lend a hand.”

Walter chuckled deeply, a mischievous sparkle in his eyes. 

“You know, you could have just told me. I’m the last person to keep you away from a woman. If you ask me, it’s about time you get back in the saddle. I hope you went out and helped her after the call?”

“I wanted to, but she was already gone.”

As always, Walter could read the face of his younger brother without thinking twice. Evan seemed to really regret that he hadn’t met the new girl. That was good. He was alone for too long. 

“So, she’s really cute, huh? Next time, just ignore your old grumpy brother and go for the girl, jerk!”

Walter ruffled through the short hair of his brother before he raised his beer to his lips.

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“Long shift? You look like shit!”

Evan looked at Walter as he sat down next to him. He held out the beer that he already ordered for his brother.

“You know how it is… And the same goes for you today. You look like a train hit you, kiddo.”

“It was a long shift, yeah. And the last call somehow got me.”

“What happened? Fatalities?”

It was ridiculous, Evan thought. His brother was dealing with really awful shit daily, and yet he was here, whining because a girl he didn’t even know broke her arm. He felt stupid as Walter watched him expectantly. 

“Nah, just forget it. It wasn’t really serious. It was just,... remember I told you about the new neighbor a few days ago? I had her in my truck tonight. She got hit by another car.”

Walter glanced at his brother and Evan recognized honest concern in his look.

“She’s okay, just a broken arm and in shock. But I felt horrible seeing her like that. I’m just too much of a pussy for this job, I guess”

Walter sighed as he saw the shame on his brother's face. 

“Listen, it’s hard to see someone you care for like this. Don’t be too hard on you. I would be way more concerned if you didn’t care.”

Evan shut his eyes, nodding, and took a sip from his beer, thankful that he had Walter to share his thoughts.

“You know, you should go and see how she’s doing.”

Walter grinned and raised his eyebrow suggestively, making his little brother chuckle.

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“Okay, now that’s an unfamiliar look on your face. Don’t you know that the Marshalls don’t look happy, ever? What happened?”

Walter laughed as he watched Evan sit down. His brother was grinning from ear to ear and Walter enjoyed seeing him like this. It had been way too long.

“I took you at your word. After my shift, I went to see if the girl with the broken arm needed some help.”

“Looks like she did”

Walter shared one of his rare smiles with his brother.

“I went grocery shopping for her. And then I made her dinner.”

“Going the extra mile, I see”

Walter was positively entertained by the unfamiliar enthusiasm of his brother. He needed to see the girl who made Evan lose all hesitations. She must be a ten.

“I could convince her to sit down and read while I was working. She’s too cute when she’s lost in her book. And talking to her is so easy. It felt strangely domestic. In the best way.”

Evan’s eyes were shining as he talked about his evening and Walter was pleased to get to listen to him.

“Write her a good night text when you get home”

“I didn’t get her number.”

Walter sighed as he saw the joy in Evan’s face change into regret.

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“Okay, by the way you are grinning into your phone, I guess you got the number of your girl now?”

Walter put the two bottles of beer on the table and joined his brother. 

“I decided it couldn’t hurt to see if she’s hungry. And she let me make her dinner again. And yeah, this time I remembered to ask for her number.”

Evan put the phone in his pocket as he raised the beer to his brother.

“My choices concerning the food weren’t the best.”

He chuckled as he thought back at the mistake he had made.

“But I had a nice evening and I think she enjoyed it too.”

“So your second date went just as well as the first?”

“It wasn’t a date! I mean, maybe it felt like a date. But it’s not like I asked her. I should have asked her, right? If this is a date?”

Walter couldn’t hold back the smile forming on his face when he saw that teasing his little brother still worked.

“Relax, Evan. I’m sure she likes you, too. Else, you wouldn’t have her number now. Or at least she likes your cooking skills. Talking of, wrong choices?”

“Steak isn’t the best thing to serve someone whose arm is in a cast. But we managed. I helped her.”

Walter’s hand ran over his face, hiding both his amusement and disbelief. Evan’s reddened ears told him that his brother was mortified enough, so he bit down another taunting comment.

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Walter glanced at his watch before he took another sip of his coffee.

It wasn’t characteristic for Evan to be that late. He sighed and signaled the waitress that he wanted to pay. He should end his lunch break and get back to work. But first he’d check if Evan was okay.

He had just taken out the phone from his pocket when the message arrived:

Hey, sorry Walt. I got a little side tracked. Won’t make it to lunch break today. See you tomorrow night after shift? Got some things to tell you.

Walter smiled at his phone screen before he started to type.

Tell her I said hello. And I want to meet her. Want to see the woman who made my little brother forget everything, even lunch. 

[albertasunrise]

Day by Day - Oops Baby

Masterlist

Summary: Being best friends with Frankie meant movie nights, drinks with the guys and a shoulder to cry on when you got your hear broken. He is head over heels for you but you don’t feel the same… yet a drunken mistake will tie your lives together forever!

Relationships: Frankie Morales x Reader

Warnings: Like AO3 I choose to give none. Read at own risk. 18+ (Shorter chapter but I hope you still enjoy! 🤣)

Series Masterlist - Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

Frankie took things day by day. 

There was no other way. Here he was as a new father, having to navigate what should be the best time of his life without you. He was supposed to be doing this with you. The night feeds, the changes and the firsts were all supposed to happen with you beside him but instead, he had Will and Ben popping over on their free days just to give him a little extra support. 

No... This isn't how he'd expected this to go. 

After your funeral, he had found tooth and nail not to let himself spiral like he had when he'd left the army. You have been there to support him back then. Sat with him as he came down from his coke high and finally being the one to force him to choose between the drugs and those that he loved. Because of you, he had quit cold turkey with little or no help from anymore but you. 

He owed you his life.

Without you, he'd surely have been six feet under but now. So that's what made this all the harder to come to terms with. If anyone deserved to be dead for the choices they made it was him... Not you. 

Never you. 

You were all light and sunshine. You had made his life worth living. Given him something to fight for and now he was left without you to help guide him through this new journey. A journey that really you should have been leading. 

"Esme's down for her nap." Said Ben as he walked into the Kitchen, noting how Frankie was staring off into space "Fish?"

"Hmm?" The older man hummed and turned his head so he was looking directly at the younger Miller. 

"You okay man?" 

"Mhmm." He hummed in response and Ben sighed. 

"It's okay not to be ya know?" Ben stated as he walked over to the coffee machine to pour himself a mug "We all miss Titch but-"

"I said I'm fine Ben." Frankie growled as he got to his feet "I have to be!" 

"Titchy is so lucky to have you as a dad... She couldn't ask for a better one but it's okay to need help." Ben said as he placed his mug down and walked over to wear Frank was leaning against the counter "We will do everything we can to help you brother but you need to let us in." 

Frankie couldn't fight back the tears that threatened to fall. His dam was breaking and he didn't have the strength to keep the waters at bay any longer. 

"I just..." Frankie trailed off as he felt one stray tear fall. 

"You didn't expect you'd have to do this alone?" Ben asked and Fish nodded his head "Look I get it... Titch and you were meant to be, everyone could see that, and I can't even begin to imagine how you much be feeling right now but I want to help man... I need to do right by Titch." Ben choked "I loved her too." 

Frankie nodded before his head dropped and he allowed himself to sob openly. Benny pulled him into a tight hug, holding him as he allowed his own tears to fall and then after a short while they pulled back and gave each other a small nod. 

"You're not alone in this Fish." Ben repeated, "Titchy is going to be the most loved and spoilt little princess that ever lived!" 

"You're telling me! Will already has a giant stuffed panda arriving tomorrow." Frankie chuckled "Apparently he just 'couldn't help himself'... For such a big guy... Huge softy." 

"I have a confession to make..." Ben trailed off and Frankie's eyes narrowed as he waited for the younger man to elaborate. 

"I bought her a Giant giraffe!" 

Frankie laughed for the first time in what felt like forever. It made Ben smile to see his friend genuinely smile and it made his heart swell to see it. 

"She's going to have a zoo at this rate!" 

...

Scaling the isles and balancing keeping his now two-month-old entertained whilst searching for the items on his list was quite the feat. It transpired early on that Esme did not like the supermarket. She started to well up the moment he laid her in the baby seat attached to the trolly and he had had to come up with imaginative ways to keep her happy as well as grab what he needed to feed himself. 

And today was no different. 

He was walking around pulling faces at his grumpy daughter whilst glancing down at the list and grabbing items as and when he spotted them. 

"Frankie?" His name being called pulled his attention away from the task at hand and to the voice's owner. 

Mary stood there, giving him a sheepish look as her eyes flitted between him and Esme. 

"How are you?" She asked as she braved another step forward, her hands wringing as she waited for his reply.

"I'm getting there." Frankie replied as he gave her a weak smile "Hard grieving the woman you loved whilst trying to raise a newborn baby." 

Mary gave him a grim nod, her eyes drifting to Esme again and she looked at her longingly a while before she returned her attention to him. 

"I've missed you." She started and Frankie sighed. 

"Mary I-" 

"I just wanted to say that I'm sorry." She interrupted and he stopped in his tracks "It was wrong of me to try and replace her... I just, I wanted to have that with you. Be a family. But I realise now that it was her all along." She sighed "And I don't blame you for it. You loved her and you lost her and I cannot even begin to imagine how you must be feeling but I just need you to know that I am here if you need a friend." 

"Just friends?" Frankie scoffed and Mary's eyes widened. 

"I mean it." She defended "I know that you and I aren't on the cards but I want to be there to support you if you need it! Help with the baby or just-" 

"I have the Millers for that but thanks." He stopped her, knowing that this conversation needed to stop "It was nice seeing you, Mary." 

"Nice to see you too Frank." She replied, her voice barely above a whisper "And you too Esme." She finished before waving at the baby and turning to leave. 

Leaving Frankie to dwell on what had just happened. 

He finished his shop. Successfully managing to avoid any tears and grab everything on his list. Paying for the items he then left the market, chatting away to Esme who was grinning up at him from where she lay. He then looked up in an attempt to spot where he had parked his car and stopped in his tracks when he saw you standing there, smiling at him from across the parking lot. He was frozen to the spot as he watched your hand raise up and lay flat, inviting him to hold it. 

"Come back to me." You uttered, as your smile widened and then a car horn sounded beside him and his attention was torn away from you and to the car that was waiting for him to move out of the road. 

He quickly jogged forward before looking up again, his heart sinking when he found you weren't there anymore and then he shook his head as he remembered that it couldn't have been you. 

You were dead.

Esme's cries soon pulled him back to the real work and he was quick to sprint back to the car so that he could scoop her into his arms and attempt to soothe her as his own heart ached. 

"I'm sorry baby girl." He said as he rocked her in his arms "I'm sorry I just thought I saw someone." He choked, supporting her head so he could lean her back to place a kiss on her brow "It was just Papi seeing things." He finished before placing her in the car when she finally settled. 

After packing his truck, his eyes drifted to the spot where he had seen you standing. You had seemed too real. Like he could just reach out and touch you. Then his mind wandered back to what you'd said to him. 

Come back to me...

What did that even mean? 

...

2 weeks later... 

"Stop hogging the baby man!" Ben grumbled as he tried to pry Esmerelda from his brother's arms. 

"How am I hogging the baby?" Will scoffed, grinning at Frankie who watched the two men fawn over his daughter with amusement. 

"You've been cuddling her for like... the whole evening!" Ben whined, "I want Titchy snuggled." 

"Titchy?" Will Scoffed "Surely bubbles would be a more appropriate nickname for her." He chuckled as he looked at Esme who was blowing raspberries at a child sitting in the chair behind her. 

"I think Titchy suits her." Frankie defended, winking at Ben before his eyes locked onto someone familiar standing at the bar. 

"Well, I guess she is pretty teeny." Will stated as he finally relented and handed over the infant to his brother, grinning at the smile that filled her features as he took her into his arms "You're definitely her favourite." 

"Damn right." Ben agreed as he lifted Esme enough to blow a raspberry on her round tummy. 

"Fish?" Called Will when he noted how Frankie was staring off towards the bar, his eyes then following the man's to see what it was that he was looking at "See someone you recognise?" 

Frankie didn't answer. He kept his eyes fixed on the figure at the bar, his heart thundering in his chest when they turned around and your face came into view. You were in different clothes from the last time he'd seen you. Dark blue jeans and a cream linen shirt that made you look effortlessly beautiful. 

"Titch..." He mumbled, his eyes widening as yours locked onto his and then he was standing. 

"Fish... what the?-"

"Can't you see her?" He asked, not taking his eyes off of you as he straightened his spine and smiled sweetly at you. 

"See who?" Ben asked, his eyes then drifting to where his friend was looking. 

"She's right there." Franky choked as he started to take small steps towards you. 

"Who is?" Will demanded again as he stood up to follow his friend, grabbing Frankie's arm to stop him.

"Titch." Frankie growled as he turned his head back to look at him "Can't you see her?" He growled as he motioned at you. his chest heaving as he glared at Will. 

"She's not there Catfish." Will sighed and Frankie practically growled.

"Yes, she is! She's right..." He trailed off as he turned his head to see that you weren't there anymore "She was right..." 

"Maybe we should head home brother." Will said as he tried to steer Frankie back to the table. 

"I'm telling you she was right there!" 

"No one is there Francisco!" Will growled, the use of his full name taking Frankie by surprise "Titch is dead!" 

"I know that!" Frank yelled, his eyes welling up as he shrugged his arm out of Will's grasp "I know that okay it's just... I swear she was there... I saw her as clearly as I can see you." 

"Frankie we all see people we miss from time to time." Will sighed, giving his friend's arm a friendly squeeze "Doesn't mean they're actually there. 

"It's not the first time!" He defended "I saw her a few weeks ago at the market." 

"Frankie-"

"Don't believe me!" Fish growled, stopping Will in his tracks "But I know what I saw." He sobbed "I saw her..." He trailed off before grabbing his daughter off of Ben and making his way back to the car. 

Will and Ben hung back a moment, sharing a look of concern before heading out to catch up with him. He was their ride after all. They knew grief could manifest itself in strange ways but seeing you around seemed a bit extreme. Even for Frankie. 

... 

"Frankie?" 

Fish woke with a start, his heart hammering against his ribcage as he looked around the room for the source of that voice. 

"Frankie, can you hear me?" 

"Where are you?" He asked, his eyes wide and wild as he continued to scan the room for the source of that voice. 

The voice he was sure belonged to you. 

"Come back to me." I said and his heart was racing so much he was sure it couldn't be good for it. 

"Titch?" 

Screaming pulled his attention away from the mystery voice and he turned on the bedside lamp before rolling over towards where Esme lay in her side sleeping cot. 

"What's the matter princessa?" He asked as he pulled her to his bare chest " Hungry maybe?" He asked her as he shuffled down the bed so he could get up, grinning when she started to suck on the skin of his peck "Take that as a yes." 

He couldn't help but scan the room one more time before leaving it to make Esme her bottle. He was sure it was you. Sure as he could be that that voice had belonged to you and as he perched at the breakfast bar feeding his daughter, he dwelled on those four words you said to him again. 

Come back to me...

What did you mean by that? 

He wasn't the one that left. You were. 

So how could he go back to you? Surely you didn't mean what it sounded like? You wouldn't want him to leave Esme. You would want him to keep living for her if not himself. So why did you keep asking him to go back to you? 

It didn't make any sense. 

So when Emse was finished at tucked back into bed he lay down and decided it was time. 

He had to visit your grave. 

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The party tonight is packed with so many bodies and faces you could care less about. 

All you care about it Yoongi.

You’ve only been here 40 minutes before him yet it feels like 40 minutes too long.

It started off innocent. 

It was just you laughing along to their jokes and genuinely sharing about your life.. Then you felt the buzz of alcohol kick in and suddenly someone’s body was pushing onto yours. You blink and find Yoongi shoving someone to the wall and yelling in his face. Everyone begins to crowd around and cheer as you slip your way in between the two and beg Yoongi to take a step back. 

His furious eyes soften when you say, “Yoongi, I’m here. You wouldn’t hurt me, right?”

No. 

Of course, he wouldn’t. 

Yoongi drops his fists and uncurls them. You gesture at him to take deep breaths with you.. Even tipsy, you were still such a preschool teacher. It warmed his heart but also angers it. How could you be so patient even in times like these? Times where a warning shove and spiteful words should be exchanged for the sake of your respect. 

He doesn’t know what to do. He breathes in from his nose and sharply exhales in a pissed-off manner. “He deserves this.”

“You don’t,” you promise him. It’s painfully true. Yoongi doesn’t deserve to go through such angry emotions that clog up his relationship with you. Contrary, you don’t deserve to feel this uncomfortable between the two. “... I don’t deserve this.”

It’s then that Yoongi realizes how many eyes are on you three. How childish and immature everything has quickly become. You aren’t even his girlfriend and you already have him acting as if he’d kill for you… Which, let’s be clear; he would. 

“Take a breather,” you beg him before swiftly turning away to check up on the guy he pushed. 

Before you can say anything else or even check on Yoongi; he’s already halfway gone upstairs. You huff and turn to the guy whose name you can’t even remember. 

“Look at what you did,” you mutter to the guy who is still trying to catch his breath. “You made my boyfriend upset.”

By the time Yoongi finds himself in the bathroom, he locks the door and sighs heavily. His head is spinning, not knowing if he’s in the wrong or in the right. He doesn’t know what he’s doing anymore. If it’s not about you or for you—what is he doing? These days, it’s all about you. 

Everything aches. 

His heart, his head, and his knuckles all ache. His knuckles are a little red already but there are no cuts. Opening and closing his hands, he rolls his wrists to check on them. They feel a little tight but he’ll get over it. 

Yoongi leans towards the sink, turns on the tap, and splashes his face with the running cold water. It refreshes him instantly and calms his boiling blood. Turning the tap off, he lifts his head and stares at himself in the mirror. 

How did he get here?

Just a few months ago, you were the one chasing him. You were the one flooding his phone with random updates and thoughts. You were the one showing up to his practices. You were ignoring the swimmers and now—now you’re all they can look at. Now you entertain them and it hurts because you’re allowed to. 

You’re not his.

You don’t even flirt with them! Yoongi knows you well enough and is confident that you could never do such a thing to him… It’s just the fact that it’s not you that he can’t trust; it’s them. It’s their impulsive thoughts and greediness that Yoongi is well aware of. Why? Because he has a dick too. 

Because he likes you too.

Because maybe, deep down, Yoongi knows he’s just like them. 

Just as Yoongi begins to dig into his thoughts more, they are interrupted by the sound of your aggressive knocking. 

“Aki, it’s me,” your frail voice calls out for him. “Let me in, please..”

And just like that, Yoongi folds. 

He takes a step towards the door but hesitates as his hand wraps around the door knob. Yoongi wonders if this is the best state for you to see him in right now. He’s so confused and consumed in his own feelings—could he see yours? Could he consider yours? Could he be yours?

He wonders for a minute. 

You, on the other side, bite your tongue and hope he’ll let you in. 

Just as you’re about to knock again, the door swings open and you feel him grab onto your wrist and pull you inside. You yelp at the quick movement. You’ve sobered up by now, fully aware of the tension and happenings. You weren’t that tipsy anyway.

“Why’d you storm off like that?”

“You told me to leave,” he snickers.

It’s partly his fault. He listened too quickly to you. Usually, he’d stay. He’s not the type to leave a fight he starts. 

You shake your head to oppose his comment. “I asked you to take a breather.”

Yoongi shrugs. “Same shit… Why’d you follow me?”

“You left me.”

His shoulders drop and his eyebrows knit together in concern. He didn’t realize he left you with the same guys he was fighting off your body. 

Idiot. 

He’s such an idiot!

“Are you okay?” you ask him, quickly noticing the irritated look on his face. 

He’s leaning against the wall, just staring at you. You’re against the sink, tilting your head at him. You’ve never seen Yoongi look this… Small? He looks so unsure. He looks so needy and just so… You don’t know. This is the first time Yoongi has ever looked at you like this. 

This is the first time Yoongi looks at you like he needs you. 

He moves closer to you. You straighten your posture and secretly inhale his scent. Nothing beats being close to him. You wish it could be like this all the time. How every part of him takes over you and just becomes a part of you… You wish this could last forever. 

“I hate that shit,” he begins, voice already so fragile. You look into his eyes, chasing them for some sign of calm. Instead, all you see is a blurry chaos. In his eyes, you see so much desperation, devastation, and disappointment. It makes your stomach turn and you aren’t sure if it’s in a good or bad way. “I hate that they feel entitled to you. I hate myself sometimes because I feel entitled to you. I hate—”

“I’m yours,” you blurt, cupping his cheeks and pulling him close. “You’re allowed to feel entitled to me. I get it. I feel entitled to you too.”

He rolls his eyes, unable to stop his pettiness from arising. “Whatever. Shouldn’t you be with your boyfriend?” Yoongi remarks the swimmers downstairs. God, when will they ever leave you alone?

“I’m pretty sure I am with him,” you tease.

Yoongi blushes and fails to hide it. “... Okay.”

“Okay?”

Biting his lip, he pulls away from you. “H-how do you do that? How do you piss me off and then pull me back in the moment you open your annoying mouth and say the dumbest shit—”

“You’re clearly upset,” you interrupt him. You hop on top of the sink counter and cross your arms. Offering him a sympathetic look, you ask, “do you want to regulate your emotions? Are you in the green zone, blue zone, yellow—”

“I’m not a child, ___.”

You laugh at him. “Then stop acting like one!”

“I am not your preschool student. I’m a fucking pissed-off boyfriend—”

“Mhmm?” you catch him in the heat of the moment. “What was that?”

Yoongi pauses and clears his throat. Did he just say that? Fuck. He hates that he has to correct himself. “... Eventually your boyfriend.”

“Mhmm.”

“Mhmm?” Yoongi glares at you. All this tension for you to be fucking around with him like this? Two can play this game. 

Yoongi then comes back to you. Closing in on you, you spread your legs for him to fit in between. He snakes his arms around you, making you arch your back. Tonight, you’re wearing one of his favourite skirts. It’s a white pleaded one and it makes you look so angelic. He’s always wanted to do this. He’s always wanted to shove himself up your pretty little skirt and ruin you. 

Thank god for your annoying little mouth. 

It gives him an in.

He leans in, resting his forehead against yours. You breathe heavily, taking in his scent once again. Before you know it, you feel his hands travel to your thighs and his index fingers twirl the thin fabric of your flimsy skirt. 

“You’re mine?” Yoongi asks you, “prove it to me.”

You nod, eyes locking with his. Shifting to get more comfortable, you let him scrunch up your skirt to your stomach. Helping him, you put your hand over his and hold your own skirt up. Yoongi smirks at your obedience and tilts his head cockily. 

You aren’t sure if it’s the slight buzz or the fact that your absolutely throbbing waiting for him to do something... But you give in. How could you not?

“Good girl,” he whimpers before dipping low to kiss your lips. 

Your lips melt onto his so easily. 

Just as sweet as the first, Yoongi takes his time sucking on your tongue and dragging the kiss intensity. It’s so wet and lewd, you practically feel his boner breaking through his jeans. As he kisses you, his lips travel down to your neck and your collarbone. Throwing your head back, you lift your other hand and place it on top of his bulge. 

“Fuck,” Yoongi struggles to keep it together. He sucks on your neck, letting your soft moans encourage him to leave a big hickey. He loves the way your hands rub him and how small they feel against him. Soon, your hands travel under his shirt and then around his arms. 

When he’s done leaving a mark, you hiss at the touch of his thumb rubbing against your panty. You two quickly exchange looks before you bite your lip and nod at him slowly. He takes this sign and finds the hem of your underwear to pull them down not even a second later. Scrunching your underwear in his hands, he places them beside you. 

You let him push on your stomach for a moment, causing you to lean against the mirror. In this position, he gets a clearer view of your pussy. Yet, he doesn’t look at it just yet. Instead, he tugs on the hem of your shirt. 

“Take it off,” he commands you. You shake your head teasingly. “Why not?”

“You didn’t say please.”

“You’re fucking insane,” Yoongi cries. “I hate you.”

You giggle in response. “I’m waiting—”

“Please let me see your tits, ace.”

You shrug. “Why?”

Yoongi’s shoulders drop, unamused by your behaviour. He huffs, “hey, how long do you think I have before my dick explodes?” 

Laughing, you playfully shove him. He sticks his tongue out at you and pulls away. You frown as he pushes your legs together and turns his back on you. About to leave, he suddenly gets hit on the head with your bra. 

Did you just fling your bra at him? 

Turning around, he’s greeted by your bare breast. You pout and pat your lap. “Come back. I’ll be good, aki.”

Yoongi nods, eyes closed with a tired expression. “Fine.”

You gasp at his reaction but quickly forget the negative feeling as he cups your breast with his veiny hands. Spreading your legs again, he takes his place in between them. There, he buries his face into your boobs and licks them. 

You moan. 

“Argh, g-get on with it,” you whine.

Yoongi blinks. “Say please.”

You’re dumbfounded and Yoongi feels awfully prideful. 

“I’m waiting.”

“P-please,” you choke, reaching for him. He lets you touch him. “I’ll be good.”

Yoongi takes your word for it. 

You two pick it up from where you left off. He bows his head and then spits on your pussy. Your breath hitches, feeling his saliva run down your folds. Yoongi wastes no time, dragging his thumb to massage his spit in. 

The bathroom is filled with heavy breath exchanges as he begins to stick his fingers inside you. There’s no warning and you can’t lie; it felt a little discomforting in the beginning. His fingers at long and thick, ultimately making you need a little time to adjust to the stretch and burn. Once you get used to it, it’s completely pleasurable. 

It feels so good—so rewarding. 

He knows exactly what he’s doing too.. Watching every little reaction from you and feeding off his skill of being a quick learner. He notices what you like best and how squeezing your breasts every so often adds to your experience. 

Circulating inside you, he pumps them in and out. His speed is exactly what it needs to be at the moment. Meanwhile, his ego continues to skyrocket from your whimpering and gasps. Yoongi curls his fingers inside you and looks up to watch your facial expression. Your eyes roll back and flutter to fixate on his lips. Your eyebrows furrow in concentration; completely getting lost in the sensualness.

Yoongi fingers you deep and fast. It gets more and more intense and before you know it, you’re uttering his name. “Y-Yoongiii,” you sob. “I’m g-gonna—nghh!”

He pulls out his fingers when he feels your walls tighten. Instantly, he slaps your pussy and sneaks in a few rubs against your clit. Before you know it, you wince at the sudden relief of release. 

You squirt. 

Yoongi takes so much pride in this. He moans, leaning against your forehead again and watching your stomach twitch. Followed by that, your breasts bounce from the overdrive. Your lips have become puffy from all the kissing and lip-biting. There’s so much sweat between you two and he can’t help but love how sticky everything feels. 

He pauses, letting you catch your breath. After a moment of silence, you sit up and pull him towards you. Without exchanging words, you unbutton and unzip his pants. His boxers cover his length and it makes you so much more hungry and desperate. 

As you peel off his boxers, Yoongi breathes; “do you really want me to fuck you in a bathroom?”

You blink at him. 

“W-what? Why not?”

He shrugs, watching you take his dick out. You pump him and run your thumb across his angry tip. Yoongi’s body shivers and he can’t help but mutter your name. 

“Fuck, ___.” 

You smile, loving the way he reacts to your touch. Even if you feel a little exhausted from your turn; you couldn’t miss this. You refuse to. 

He moves close to you and stretches your folds. Then, he places himself in between them and shares one final look with you before he brushes his dick up and down your entrance. 

“Don’t tease,” you beg. “You’ve done that enough today.”

He chuckles at your desperation and feels his heart clench. “Whatever you want, ace. You have it. You have me. I’m yours.”

With that, you reach up to kiss him. As you two kiss, and just as he’s about to push himself, knocks abruptly interfere. 

You two turn to the door and watch the door knob shake. Yoongi pulls away, tucking himself back in. You reach to your side and put on your underwear and bra. Fixing yourselves up, you two sigh at the sound of Jimin’s voice on the other side. 

“Yoongi, you fucked up one of our swimmer’s shoulders! He can’t compete at our next meet! I hope ___ blue balls you, you bitch! I won’t let you two fuck because of this!”

After that, Jimin continues to yell and knock on the door. Yoongi groans, hating his friend more than ever. Looking back at you, he watches you compose yourself. You fix your hair, adjust your clothes, and catch your breath. 

He offers his hand and helps you off the sink counter. Your legs still feel a little weak, so you stumble. Yoongi catches you before you can fall and holds you tight. You thank him for helping you and clear your throat to break the awkwardness. 

“You sober now?” Yoongi’s voice is dry. He feels a little parched and imagines you feel the same.

“... Y-yeah,” you nod, snapping back to reality. “Thanks f-for that. W-we should head out… Jimin probably wants to talk to you anyway, so I’ll head out first—”

Yoongi catches your arm and holds you still. “No goodbye kiss?”

Your eyes widen. 

After all of that, he still wants to pull this kind of bullshit? You can’t help but feel it to be endearing though. Giving in, you quickly kiss him on the lips, unlock the door, and push past Jimin. 

Jimin glares at Yoongi and shoves him. “Bro, you fucked up one of the sperms shoulders! I fucking hate you—”

Yoongi stands in the bathroom, watching you leave. He can’t hear anything Jimin has to say and honestly? It doesn’t matter to him right now. All that matters is you.. 

Yoongi doesn’t even know where you’re going, but he is sure to follow soon enough.

There’s no easy way to describe how he feels about you. How intensely he yearns for your attention or how much it aches to be yours for a moment and then left in the dust the next. 

It bothers him so much to watch you walk away… It’s a sight he can’t seem to swallow. Instead of fighting what he thinks this is; Yoongi gives in to the very thought that has been running through his mind since the very first moment you stepped into his life.

“I think I love her.” Yoongi confides to Jimin.

“No shit...” Jimin responds, sighing in defeat as he lets Yoongi slip through the door and follow you into the crowd.