#they didn’t do anything after this no worries 🙂

[pichichustudios]

When your best friend ask you to see his dragon in his room 🥰🥰🥰

I still can’t believe this is cannon 😭😭😭

Based on this 💀:

#they didn’t do anything after this no worries 🙂 #snufmin #snufkin #moomin #moomintroll #moominvalley #moomin fanart

[abbyromanoff]

Yelena x reader smut, Yelena loves reader's warm milk 🙂

TOO GOOD

PAIRINGS: Yelena Belova x reader

WORD COUNT: 1,309

WARNINGS: smut, lactation kink, angst, sad!Yelena, little!Yelena, Mommy (R), thigh riding, praise, mentions of cunnilingus, bottom!Yelena, think that’s all :))

NO ONE IS PERMITTED TO STEAL, COPY, OR REBLOG MY WORK AS THEIR OWN!!

“Lena? Lena, baby, is that you?” You called out, turning the stove off as you sped-walked to the door. You received no answer, but when you turned the corner you saw Yelena standing there, shoulders heavy and a frown on her face. She looked down, dropping her bag before you engulfed her in a hug, eyebrows furrowing when you didn’t feel her return it.

“Hey, hey,” You leaned back, cupping her cheeks and forcing her to return your worried gaze. “Talk to me, sweetheart, what’s wrong?” Her cheeks hollowed as her eyes remained on the wall behind you, tears grazing them. You took the sign and sighed, guiding her to the couch where she instantly crawled into you. Her legs crossed yours, her arms wrapping around your shoulders as you heard silent sniffles.

“Do you want to talk about it?” You rubbed her thigh soothingly, kissing her forehead after she shook her head slowly.

“That’s okay, we can just sit right here. Is there anything you want, baby?” She shook her head once more, her body shaking in small shivers.

“Oh, you must be so cold. Here, take this.” You wrapped a blanket around her, continuing to rub her skin to create further warmth. She was shaking less, but you could feel her heartbeat thumping rapidly. Your fingers threaded through her soft hair that felt dry and unwashed.

“When was the last time you had a shower, Lena?” She shrugged, and you wondered if she had blinked at all this entire time.

“Alright, we can wait here for a few minutes and then we need to get you in the shower.” The few minutes flew by faster than she thought and soon enough you were easing her into the bathroom. She stopped you, muttering a few soft words that you were unable to understand, leading her to repeat them as you asked.

“I don’ want a shower,” She stumbled over her sentence. “I wan’ to play with- with the bubbles.” You chuckled at her playful wishes and led her to sit on the edge of the bathtub, turning the knob as water began to flow out. Yelena watched with a grin, clasping her hands together as her leg continued to bounce under your soft caressing.

“You ready to get in, love? C’mon, I’ll go grab your toys.” She waited patiently for you to return, recognizing the items in your hands instantly as the excitement brewed. The reconciliation from earlier seemed to begin to fade as she focused on her Mommy, her lover.

“There you go, are you comfy? Yeah? Good, good.” You spoke as she lowered herself into the warm water, sighing in relief as she felt her sore muscles start to ease. You rubbed her shoulders when noticing this, causing her to squirm as you brought your lips to her neck in teasing kisses. You gathered soap in your hands, letting them run over her body as she traced her finger through the bubbles. Her rubber duck dipped under the water before splashing its way to a return. She giggled every time, and you only stared in admiration.

“You’re so cute, Lena girl.” Her cheeks darkened, her eyes squeezing shut while her nose scrunched as you brushed a hair out of her face. You pecked her forehead twice, the second lingering a moment too long before you leaned back to meet her gaze, your eyes softening as you saw nothing behind them. There was no thought in her head, and you were relieved you got to bring her to a place of such peace.

“Alright, you ready for bedtime, hm? You tired, honey?” She nodded, reaching out to grapple onto your shoulders, her teeth taking her tongue in a deep bite, but she seemed unfazed. You helped her dry off, ruffling her hair and causing the wet locks to become less damp. You ushered her into the panda pajamas she picked out one evening during your online shopping trip before helping her brush her teeth, your lips landing on her shoulders every few moments as reassurance. She gave you a cheery smile once finished, letting you lead her back into the bedroom where she leaped onto the soft mattress. She tossed the blankets over her body as you followed, sitting next to her as she placed her head on your chest. She listened to your heartbeat, drawing small hearts over the skin as goosebumps ran through you.

“Mommy?” Her small, hushed voice came into play. You turned your head to look at her, worry ranking your expression. “Can…can I, uhm,” She poked your breasts softly, running her short fingernails against your nipples, causing the peaks to harden. She giggled at the imprint forming, teasing your shirt down slowly in case she received denial from your end.

“Of course, you can.” You led her face closer by holding the back of her neck, sighing as her tongue teased you. You bit your lip, running your fingers through her hair as she hummed, the soft skin rubbing against her cheek and creating a warm, fuzzy feeling to erupt inside of her. She squirmed, letting the small flood of milk graciously travel down her throat as her knee butted against your core. You moaned from the contact, squeezing your eyes shut as she looked up at you with curious eyes.

“Did I do something wrong, Mommy?” You shook your head, trapping her knee between your thighs as you brought your hips to create a thrusting motion. She blushed, returning her mouth to your skin. You mumbled small praises, chuckling at the whimpers she let out. She began grinding her knee into your heat, her eyes nervously meeting yours in hopes of approval. Your lewd sounds proved her question right, leading her to grin around you. She always loved to please her Mommy, you deserved it after all you do for her.

“That’s it- ah! Mommy’s gonna cum…Mommy’s gonna fucking cum, baby!” Her eyes widened at your derogatory language, her brain instantly switching as she drank in your sweet milk. You choked up a moan, your body twitching as your orgasm rushed through you. You cried out in pleasure, keeping her head close as her eyes continued to grow heavy.

“Mommy-“

“Shh, just- fuck!” You dragged out. “That’s- it! Oh, yes, that’s my good fucking girl, such a good little puppy.” She wrapped her arms around your waist, teasing her teeth over the sensitive bud. You gasped, tugging on her hair lightly in response, leading her to whimper around you and bringing vibrations through your entire being.

“Oh, Mommy got you so, so messy, love!” You examined her slick-covered thigh that glistened under the small lamp with interest, causing her to follow your eye-sight and spot the same. Your body started to calm, although your chest continued to heave in small pants.

“Why don’t you let me clean that up for you, yeah?” She shook her head, clenching her thighs together as you tried prying them apart.

“Lena, don’t be mean to Mommy, I just want to taste you.” You licked the leftover stains of pleasure before inching closer to her heat where you could nearly smell the arousal.

“You’ve already ruined your little shorts, it’s probably best if we take these off. C’mon, don’t make me sad.” You pouted falsely, smirking to yourself once she complied in fear of upsetting you. She grabbed your hand in a hurry, leading it to her core as she nervously parted her legs. You finally removed the article of clothing, causing the cold air to breeze against her skin.

“Tickles, Mommy.” You chuckled, kissing her swollen clit with desire. She gasped, clasping her hands onto the pillows beneath her before you took one, interlacing your fingers together to calm her nerves.

“Don’t be nervous, Mommy is going to make all those tingly feelings go away.”

#yelena belova x gender neutral reader #yelena belova x you #yelena belova x reader smut #yelena belova x female reader #yelena belova x reader #yelena belova imagine #yelena belova smut #yelena belova #white widow #white widow smut #white widow angst #white widow fluff

[festivalsofmargot]

Selfless {Sebastian Sallow x GN!Reader}

Introduction: Follow up to Pretty Thoughts. (I tried to write in a way you could follow what’s going on without needing to read the last part though, so jump in if you’d like!) Sebastian isn’t waiting for your permission to help you with your assignments anymore. He knows what he wants, and he’s going after it. Takes place after MC meets Anne and before Seb’s final quest. Your Hogwarts house is up to you.

Word Count: ~ 1,700

Warnings: Kissing

Author’s Note: If he wanted to, he would is the fanfic lesson of the day. This one’s a bit shorter than my others, but I feel like so much more happened! I finished up this one quicker than I thought, so I’m going to be sneaky and edit here and there if I see any typos (my worst nightmare). Hope everyone’s having a good day 🙂

Songs (if interested):

Run Away to Mars - TALK

Greek Tragedy - The Wombats

Mr. Rager - Kid Cudi

The World - TeZATalks

Sebastian was lounging on a couch in the Slytherin common room, one hand behind his head, the other rubbing at his lips. He was trying to remember the feel of your mouth on his when you had kissed him in the library. He knew a memory wasn’t the most reliable thing, but he could have sworn he felt your tongue at one point. He pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance remembering the part where the two of you had to pull apart because you heard Madam Scribner approaching.

He was going to try to get another kiss in after the two of you would have left the library together. But something shifted in your mood and you ran off without him. He had been confuzzled about it ever since. It couldn’t have been that he was a bad kisser, he didn’t think the two of you would have stopped if you didn’t have to worry about getting caught.

He had tried to catch you before you left the castle that morning, but you were nowhere to be found. He was learning fast that it wasn’t going to be easy making you his. He needed to step it up, because you were a slippery one. Just when he thought he had you in the palm of his hand, you were gone.

He decided to stop moping and take action. He shot up off the couch and went to find a few people who he was thankful were easier to find.

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When Sebastian arrived back on campus, he was covered in scrapes and bruises, and he absolutely reeked of dirt and sweat. Merlin’s beard, was this what you did nearly every day? He needed to toughen up if he wanted to keep up with you. 

After going to find Poppy and Natty, he had asked them about everything they had planned on helping you with. He told them he would take over, lying and saying he had similar assignments. He built up quite the list: Horklumps that could only be found in caves filled with ginormous spiders, ashwinder eggs he had to find hiking in the rockiest of places, and even bogeys he had managed to knock out a troll for. The professors had no hesitancy throwing you in the deep end, did they?

He was almost worried he bit off more than he could chew, but he had managed to complete the list, making the fatigue he felt oddly satisfying.

Despite being aware of his untidy state, he headed towards the dining hall. He thanked his lucky stars he had made it back before dinner time ended. He needed to get food in him or he would faint.

A majority of the students were gone, having already gotten their fill. He began making his way to find a seat, enchanted bag in hand. But among the few students left in the dining hall, he caught sight of you. Luck was officially on his side that day, he didn’t think he would have found you at all that weekend. He headed your way, wanting to walk faster but the soreness in his legs wouldn’t allow him. 

He plopped the bag on the table, startling you. He didn’t wait for you to say anything and slumped down in the empty spot next to you, too tired to lift his legs over the bench. He leaned his elbows back on the table and let his head fall back.

After allowing himself a brief moment to finally do nothing but sit that day, he met your questioning gaze and he gestured to the bag with his chin. “Hope this helps.”

You squinted your eyes at him, trying to work out what he was talking about. 

“Go on. Open it.”

You grabbed the bag and peeked inside. It didn’t take long for you to realize it had a charm to fit what looked like a dozen large jars. Getting a closer look, you realized they were full of items you needed for your latest assignments.

“Sebastian...” A proud smile tugged at his lips at the pleasant surprise in your voice. He leaned his head back again, another wave of exhaustion hitting him.

“I told you I wanted to help you.”

“This is... amazing. I -...” You were at a loss for words, shaking your head in disbelief. “I owe you, Sebastian. Please, let me know how I can repay you.”

He glanced back at you, raising a brow. “What are you going on about? You don’t owe me a thing.”

Something warm and fuzzy formed in your chest. This was not the Sebastian you first met. What ever happened to the Slytherin who was so eager to have people in his debt?

“Then why would you - …?”

“Do you need me to spell it out for you?” He smirked.

You looked back down into the bag, hiding the smirk of your own that formed. “Please do.”

He loosely took your hand in his. He would have grabbed it with a firmer hold if he could, but his forearms were aching too much. “You make me nervous too.”

You looked up to return his gaze and your heart fluttered. 

“I’d do anything you’d ask of me.” The way he said it while looking deep into your eyes, as if he needed you to understand he meant it, made you want to melt. He gave your hand a quick squeeze. “Please don’t run off.”

Finding your voice, you assured with a whisper, “I won’t.” You squeezed his hand back.

He smiled, relief overwhelming him. “Now that we’ve got that settled,” he gave your hand a quick kiss. Releasing it, he swung his legs over the bench to face the mouth watering platters. “I hate to ask, but could you help me get some of the food onto my plate. I think my arms are going to fall off.”

The two of you laughed and you happily obliged.

-

“Food really does taste better after a day like this.” Sebastian sighed, dreamily thinking back on how the first bite of many had made him want to cry.

“It does. I don’t know how I’ll survive when we don’t have Hogwarts cooking to come home to.” You replied as the two of you made your way to the Slytherin common room. You were going to drop him off and then head out to do your astronomy assignment. Once again, Sebastian had offered to come with, but seeing how he was practically asleep on his feet, you pleaded for him to get washed up and straight to bed.

Standing outside of the Slytherin common room, Sebastian let out a long exhale, thinking about how close to his bed he was. Oh how he wanted to collapse onto it. He looked to you. “I’ll see you at breakfast tomorrow.”

“You will.” You smiled at him.

He smiled back and turned to make his way into the common room.

“Sebastian, wait.” You grabbed for his hand with the gentlest touch. He stopped walking and faced you again.

“Yes?”

“I know you’re tired, but...” You drifted off as you leaned in and pressed your lips to his. 

Though he was exhausted, he mustered up all the energy he could to kiss you back, hoping he would catch some kind of a second wind. 

He tasted earthy and salty from the dirt and sweat that covered him. The hand that cupped your neck felt extra rough and callused then, but you didn’t care. Thinking about everything he had done for you that day, you wanted more of him. Your tongue just barely licked his bottom lip and it sent a shiver up his spine.

Truth be told, you always went a little mad when he was disheveled and sweaty like this. Whenever he needed to take off his robes and roll up his sleeves, it made you weak. He especially caught your eye after dueling matches, he would be worn out with clothes and hair disordered. You always ached to stroke his hair back into place.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you. He reciprocated by wrapping his arms around your lower back. He wanted to lift you off the ground but his muscles painfully screamed in protest. So he settled for just biting at your bottom lip instead, eliciting a light moan from you.

You weren’t masters of kissing yet. Still learning the ropes, the two of you could only do what felt right in the moment, be it little nips or licks here and there. Neither of you seemed to mind, however.

The echoing sounds of students chattering and making their way down the stairs stopped your kiss. He sighed into your neck, still holding you close. “We need to find better places to do this.” And with one final kiss to your jaw he pulled away.

“Probably for the best, you need to get some rest.” You told him, straightening your shirt.

“Don’t need to tell me twice.” His eyelids were heavy, and you thought it was the most precious you’d ever seen him. 

“You’re adorable.” You told him with a cheeky smile you couldn’t hide.

“Oh, please never call me that again.” He rubbed roughly at his eyes, too sleepy to be that annoyed with your words.

You took subtle glances to see if anyone around you was looking your way. When you felt you were in the clear, you snuck a peck to his cheek, surprising him. “See you at breakfast.” And off you went.

He watched after you. You gave him quite the reward for his actions that day, he ought to do stuff like this more often.

Someone behind him gagged. “My word!” Sebastian, startled, turned to see Ominis with a face contorted in pure disgust. “You smell putrid!”

Sebastian could only nod in agreement. “I’m aware. Now, help me into the common room, will you? I think I’m about to collapse.”

Ominis scoffed “I am going nowhere near you.” He began towards the common room without him.

“Ominis, please, I’m not joking.”

#sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow fanfiction #sebastian sallow fluff #sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian sallow x you #sebastian sallow x mc

[00-jammy-00]

Heyo, I'm so obsessed with your work 🙂 I hope you don't mind me flooding your asks for the next week. Can I get a yan!creep? Like, he finds reader (who's like a freshman) and thinks like "Damn, their hot" or smth, idk. And after he just starts stalking them, leaving creepy *explicit* photos of reader. If you feel uncomfortable with anything about my request, you can always just cut stuff out, or not do it entirely.

Please and thank you!

(P.S: Am I the only one that can't understand tumblr's color text? 😩 Seriously, I changed one letter and the whole paragraph went orange! I DID IT AGAIN WHILE TYPING THIS)

-🐑anon

Yan!Creep HC’s

Yan!Creep x GN! Reader

Content Warning - Yandere themes, stalking, obsession, implied blackmail, theft, nsfw mentions

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Yan!Creep who first saw you walking down the hallways, cluelessly looking for your classes. He swear his heart stopped when you looked at him with those doe like eyes asking for help.

Yan!Creep who started to accidentally follow you around. “Wow! How funny to see you here Y/N!” “This is my locker.” He struggled a bit to try and find your classes but eventually he knew your whole schedule, now he could accidentally run into you all the time!

Yan!Creep who didn’t like the way other people were starting to look at you. The guy from your science class is being extra nice to you? How strange. It’s even stranger how now the guy won’t even look in your direction without terrirfied eyes.

Yan!Creep who some how found out your dorm and also some how has a spare set of keys?? You’ve started to find some of your underwear and perfumes missing as well, it makes you paranoid.

Yan!Creep who has begun following you even more. You guys are best friends now! Aren’t you happy? Do you find him nice? Do you find him smart? Do you find him attractive? Hot? Sexy? Cute? Handsome? Say yes.

Yan!Creep who comforts you when your new friends have suddenly stopped wanting to be around you. Shh, they are just jealous, don’t worry, he’s here for you.

Yan!Creep who says he’s picked up bird watching as a hobby when you discover a pair of binoculars in his bag, this led to him frantically searching up different types of birds around your area at 5am to get rid of any lingering questions.

Yan!Creep who has a shrine of you in his wardrobe that holds everything he’s ever stolen borrowed from you. Notes, underwear, clothing, perfume, pens, water bottles, headphones, jewellery, chewed gum, fuck even sex toys are kept in his shrine. He can still smell your scent on them too!

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Likes, reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated, requests are open <3

please do not copy, repost or translate any of my works on other platforms without my permission.

#male yandere #male yandere x reader #male yandere x y/n #male yandere x you #soft yandere #tw yandere #x female reader #x gn reader #yandere aesthetic #yandere male

[thegreatestsandwich]

Don’t think about Namor with a baby/toddler who gets scared when he has to go away to attend court or do other kingly duties, so they cry up a storm that can be heard across the halls, inconsolable. Don’t think about Namor trying to comfort his baby by telling them he’ll be back soon, only for their crying to start up again when he tries to leave and hand them off to another Talokanil. Don’t think about Namor deciding to take his baby with him and sitting them on his lap/knee, holding them with one arm while he’s on his throne, using his other hand to catch the toy his baby is playing with before it hits the ground after they accidentally drop it. (It’s his heir; he doesn’t want them to cry again and it’s good for them to listen in on court meetings to learn since they’ll have to do it one day) Don’t think about his child saying “daddy” in the Meso-American Mayan language as their first word, bringing everything to a halt as Namor is so happy they’ve said their first word he demands there be a celebration, his child’s smile and giggle ringing throughout the throne room and mixing with his own proud smile and laughter. Or do, and turn this into a cute little story. 🙂 Love your work! 💜

I’m just too soft for all of it (Namor x F!reader)

(Am I in love with him?)

Masterlist

Pairing: Namor x F!reader

Word count: 1.5k

Summary: A first word is worth a huge ass celebration.

Warning: Nothing really, well I really don’t think there is a warning, just fluff or my idea of fluff

A/N: My dude, when you left this beautiful thing on my inbox, my mind could only imagine this, I couldn't even think about anything else, God, whoever you are, thank you so much, I had so much fun writing this.

(My inbox is open guys! If you want to talk or even if you have this tiny little idea, or even if you just want to go crazy about this man, I am more than happy to recieve everything)

Coments, Reblogs and Asks are happily received!  

You sat back comfortably against the wall, your baby girl silently playing with the many collars that your husband had gifted you within the months. At first, you worried every day about how your twins could adapt between two worlds, but the curious nature (something they definitely got from Namor) appease that fear. Your twins were wonderful, they often make you smile with their little actions.

As worried as you were for the future of your family, Namor manage to impress you beyond your imagination with his actions. He often spend hours every day to demonstrate his love for his family, trying so hard to make you smile. He assured you that he loved you for you, and the gift of parenthood only made his love increase. As long as he had you, he was happy.  And you weren’t alone, the talokanils proved to you that they were as happy as Namor was with the arrival of your kids.                                 

“Na'.” Mommy.  Your baby girl tugged at your hand, making you smile at her. Her tiny hand tried to give you one of the collars. “For me, pretty girl?” You asked, grabbing the collar and putting it on. “Thank you, in chan pixan.” My little soul. “It is a wonderful gift. I love it with all my heart.” You kissed her forehead. “Let us go and see what your father and your brother are up to, yes?” You hold out your hands and your baby girl quickly hugged you.

You didn’t even have to walk further as your eyes watched with amusement how your tiny little toddler was following his dad without him noticing. Namor was collecting a few of his tools with huge concentration and your son was following every one of his actions, picking up imaginary things whenever his dad picked up something.  You bit your lip hard, trying not to laugh at the view.

But you weren’t as sneaky as you thought, Namor turned to your direction, a huge smile formed on his face as he saw you standing there with his precious little daughter. “Ba'axten jach ki'imak a wool, in yakunaj?” Why are you so happy, my love? His hands gently putting his tools on the floor.

“Ah, ah, ah.” You shook your head, the smile still on your face. Your daughter trying to stick her hand on your mouth. “English, we are trying to make our children bilingual, remember? Your idea.”

Namor huffed, walking towards you, his hands quickly grabbing your waist, pulling you closer to his body, giving a quick kiss to his daughter’s cheek. She frowned at the action. “Are you doing well, in yakunaj? You woke up quite late this morning.”

“Well, I’m doing pretty good, this little baby manage to distract me from my duties all morning.” You smiled when your daughter laid her head on your shoulder, watching intently at Namor. “I noticed you are quite busy this morning as well.”

He nodded. “Yes, Attuma and Krang manage to finish one of the barriers as I ask, I have to go and look for any more improvements that can be done, perhaps today I come back later than usual and for once, my beautiful wife, do not stay late.”

You pouted. “You know I probably will ignore everything you say and still wait for your arrival.” Namor sighed, nodding along your words. “So you are going out?”

“Yes?” He looked at you weirdly. “I just told you that.”

“And you are recollecting the stuff you might need, yes?”

“…What is this interrogatory, in yakunaj?” Namor asked.

You smiled, your eyes looking behind him. “I was just wondering what were you going to do with the tiny shadow that decided to follow you this day.”

“Tiny shadow?” Namor turned around, he couldn’t help but smile as he watch his son try to pick every single one of his tools from the floor.

“Good luck today.” You whispered on his ear. “You will need it, Argos has been saving all his energy so, you might want to tired him out for a bit.”

“What?” Namor quickly turned to you. “I cannot bring him out to the barriers, it might me dangerous.”

You sighed, nodding. “Well, you could always leave him here with me, I’m planning to help the older women recollecting fruit, it might be hard with him crying but after a few hours, he will get tired.”

Namor frowned. “He cries when I leave him?”

You bit your lip. “Well, yes, he misses his yuum so much.” Daddy. You walked towards your son, gently kneeling in front of him. “Are you ready to spend a day with na’?” Mommy. Your son frowned, looking at Namor with his big dark eyes, his lower lip beginning to tremble.

“No!” Namor cleared his throat. “No, he can join me for today.”

You triumphantly smiled, standing up once again and walking to your husband. “As I said before, good luck, in yakunal.”

Namor sighed, he got closer to you, trying to kiss you but was stopped by his daughter, her tiny hand trying to push his face away from yours. “Are you not letting me kiss my wife?” She pushed him again. “Fine, you win this time, but I will kiss her eventually.”

You laughed.

Namor stared at the two warriors in front of him as he tried to keep the toddler on his arms occupied, he tried everything, from giving him his jewelry to letting him play with a part of his spear, he would be a dead man if he left him play with his knife.

As he was bouncing him on his leg, Attuma was telling him what other improvements they could make so they can still be hidden from the others. Namor would have prefer to see it with his own eyes but the idea to bring his child to the dangerous parts of the barriers stir something inside him. The protectiveness part of him even growl at the idea.

He nodded at the others words, completely absorbed at them, something his child didn’t like. He wanted the attention of his father. His tiny hand tugged at the necklace he was wearing, but the only thing he manage to get was the hand of his father carefully prying away from it. Argos frowned annoyed.

“Tuláakal yaan de acuerdo con a t'aano'ob, K’uk’ulkan.” Everything is going accord to your words, K’uk’ulkan. Attuma said as his eyes turned towards the child on his king's lap. The child was getting frustrated with the lack of attention he was getting.

Namor nodded in satisfaction. "Jaaj, láayli' yaan ya'ab meyaj tumen meentk, ba'ale' confío tu ka'atúul." Yes, there is still a lot of work to do, but I trust both of you with it. Namor gave his hand to his child when he tried to grab it on his own. "Yaan wáaj alguna noticia ti' Wakanda?" Are there any news of Wakanda?

Krang looked at his king, shaking his head. “Ma', táan u cumpliendo u t'aan.” No, they are keeping their word.

“Ma'alob, ma'alob.” Good, good. “K’a’abeta…” We should…

“Yuum!” His child scream in frustration when he was ignored once again. Namor looked at him with surprise, Attuma and Krang as well.

“U yáax t'aan.” His first word. Krang whispered.

Attuma gleefuly smiled. “Ah! Techo' bix u esperaba! Jump'éel príncipe Jach ma'alob ba'ax le!” Ah! Just as expected! Such a good prince he is!”

Namor smiled, standing up and hugging his child with force. “Lela' laaj jump'éel celebración!” This deserves a celebration! “Alerta le nojoch máako', K'a'abet k celebrar táaj Chich.” Alert the elders, we must celebrate as fast as possible.

“In reina?” Namora stood next to you as her eyes watched the others carried trails with huge amount of fruits. “Ba'ax le le celebración?” What is the celebration?

You smiled, noticing how your daughter raised her arms towards Namora, she looked at you, a silent question on her gaze. You nodded, handing her your toddler, who quickly began playing with the feathers of her outfit. “Ah, In wa'alike' u in waal finalmente tu ya'alaj yuum tin wíichan. U yáax t'aan.” I believe, my son has called said dad to my husband, his first word. “ Táan planeando jump'éel celebración ko'olelbil ti' le súutuko'.” He is planning a celebration in honor of that moment.      

Namora turned slightly towards you frowning. Her hand gently pulling away the feather your daughter managed to snatch and eat. “Ts'o'ok ya'alaj teen u yáax t'aan, tu t'aanaj u yaalak' teech na'.” He has already said his first word, he called you mother.

You gently laughed, linking your arm with her free one. You silently shushed her. “Cha’ K’uk’ulkan yaantal le ba'ala, Namora'.” Let K’uk’ulkan have this, Namora.

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hello, I was wondering if you could do a Dazai angst with prompt 6 and 4 and maybe some fluff at the end? But it’s ok if your don’t want to or your not comfortable doing it. Have a nice day!🙂🦦

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Gn! Reader TW: Alcohol & Mentions of suicide

You were sure you knew what you were getting into when you started dating Dazai. You had known him for two years, all the time he had been at the agency. You two only started sdating around 5 months ago. At first, It was a grand and great thing to have him by your side, his silly remarks invading your life. While you could obviously tell how fake he was being you never let it deter you. “I hope one day you’ll get to be as happy as you seem,, you would say, never in public as to not ruin any facade he had on at the moment, you knew better than that. The first time you uttered those words he looked truly bewildered, not expecting you to know of his mask he used so often to save face. He never let those words get to him ever again after that.

After a few months his cracks started to leak out in front of you. His suicidal tendencies and jokes had always been made lighthearted at the agency but when he was alone it was truly a depressive and heartbreaking experience to watch. Along with that came the alcoholism, he would drink himself to sleep almost every night. Desperate attempts to distract himself you assumed. Anytime you would go to his dorm in the agency you would find him sprawled out on a futon with empty bottles of sake and a few empty whiskey glasses scatter around, ice inside long ago melted. You would clean up his mess, waking him up after with a worried expression. To which he always shrugged it off, the it being you.

This process repeated for two months, until now. You had been preparing yourself to talk to him about it, preparing for any response he may give you. Coming up with a retort and practicing it in the mirror later that night. But nothing could prepare you for the events of the night you worked up the confidence to confront him. When you went to stay over at his house you found him drinking, again. He didn’t usually drink whenever you came over so this was definitely out of the ordinary. Even though he was drinking he was barely even tipsy, despite the 3 servings of sake he had consumed. But you still helped clean him up. The words of worry and frustration creeped up your throat, you could feel your lungs squeezing together as you scooted the beverages out of the way and sat next to his spot where he was laying on the floor.

“Dazai?” You uttered, feeling the beat of your heart all the way up in your throat. He turns at the call of his name, offering a lazy smile. “Yeah [Nickname]” he coos. Your heart seemingly stops in your chest as you stare down at him. “We have, uh, we have a problem” you say, words finally making their way out. He looks at tou puzzled for a moment, not expecting that. “About what?“ your words are stuck in your throat at this point. “It’s uhm” you start “about you…” you murmur, almost scared to utter the words. His brows almost immediately furrow as his reply follows “That’s pretty vague don’t y’think?” he chirps in an almost light hearted tone. This topic was anything but light hearted though. You had no idea what to say, your throat ran dry. No matter how many times you practiced this conversation in the mirror nothing could truly prepare you for it. “It’s about your, problems.” You finally choke out, albeit. His face hardens instantly, but he stays silent, allowing you to speak. The word ‘problems’ sounded wrong, almost derogatory. Definitely not a word you ever thought you would need to use against him.

He stares for a moment before gifting a small boyish grin. “Which one?” he says, feigning innocence and playfulness. You knew that he knew this wasn’t going to be a very cheery conversation.

“Well, to start, the drinking.” You began “I love you, I really do but almost every time I come to get you in the mornings or just visit you at night I find you a mess and passes out on either the futon or couch.” you say, looking at him before continuing “It’s just so much and I worry about you.”

He stays quiet as he watches you, sighing before he retorts with a very clearly forced, tight lipped smile “Well if it bothers you as much as it does why are you still here? This is what you signed up for.” He wasn’t having it.

“Just because it bothers me doesn’t mean I’m going to leave you completely.” You sigh and move your hands to rub your temples. “I also didn’t know it was going to be this way”

”The leave.” He snaps, not loudly but you could feel the venom laced in his voice. “If it isn’t what you want then just walk out that door right now and you won’t ever have to come back.” It was all in a calm voice, but it was one that hurt your heart. More than you thought it would.

Along with the miserable mood that just put you in came stubbornness with it. So, you silently stood up with cold eyes, watching him the entire time as you made your way out of the room, and eventually out of the house. The whole time he watched you with cold and devoid eyes. Yet the moment you left they softened by a significant amount. Then once again he picked up the bottle.

[Current time. 4:37] After you left you ended up going back to your house. You weren’t very happy with the outcome of what was supposed to come to an understanding. You felt so bad for leaving, he was probably hurt that you left without putting up a fight.

At some point you felt so bad that you decided to just go back. Sliping a jacket over your baggy shirt and graphic design pajama pants and walking out the door to his agency issued dormitory. As you made your way you had time to decide what to say, that is if he was still awake. There was really no telling of that factor.

Once you made it down the block and to his apartment you struggled to open his door with the spare key. “Come over whenever you like!” He had told you a few months ago as he teasingly dangled the key in front of your face before trotting off on his merry way.

That was certainly helpful now. Once you shimmied the door open you made your way to where he last was. Then voilà there he was, right where you left him, the new half full whiskey cup was new though. You decided you would clean him up, just one more time before this all gets sorted out. So you start the process out picking up the bottles and glasses, disposing of and cleaning each properly before setting a water bottle next to him.

You had come to the conclusion that maybe you deserved a small nap for that. So, you glee fully layed on the futon next to him, clinging onto him from his back. As soon as your small, almost silent snores filled the room he peeked one mischievous eye open and looked around. He smiled contentedly before gently shifting himself over and pulling you into his chest. That bastard.

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Blacked Last Night

Small spoilers for Saltburn considering it takes place after the events of the movie🙂

……………………………………………………………………………………………… Summer felt slightly longer than it should have, at least that was the case for Michael, truth be told he didn’t do much besides maybe staying in his room back at his parents house; his cousin paid a visit to their house, he looked slightly better than before. The bags under his eyes had lightened slightly and his smile looked less tired. He felt less alone when his cousin was around; he continued studying the whole of the summer. Though he was from a wealthy family, he didn’t go to the other rich parties or anything besides staying home. Sometimes he and his father would play a game of chess, he had gotten better though he still felt a sense of unhappiness. His mind kept wandering to Oliver Quick.

He was the only friend he had in Oxford, only having one friend in private school and losing them when they went to a different college.

Getting out of his car, he got his things from the trunk and began walking to the campus. Feeling someone’s eyes on him. He turned to see his old friend with a group of other posh people, talking to him as if they didn’t ignore him in their freshmen year of college. Being near him because he stayed at the Catton estate and was with them when Felix and Venetia Catton died, a small bit of anger flickered inside of him.

Fucking bootlicker.

Quickly moving into his dorm, he closed the door and put his bag of things on his bed. Michael clenched and unclenched his hand as his anger mixed with sadness, he now has no one. He tried ignoring that thought and took deep breaths.

It’s fine

He’s fine…

He’ll just be alone for another year of college with no friends, sitting on his bed and closing his eyes. He calmed himself enough to get off the bed and start packing away his things, putting his books on a shelf near his desk as he went back on his bed.

Looking out the window and down at the people who were chatting to their friends, he went to email his parents that he made it to school okay and was going to do well. He did so and didn’t expect an answer.

Michael laid his head on his desk and closed his eyes, another year with no mates to talk to or hang out with. He used to tell himself that he didn’t need them, that his wits were his friend and that he’d rather be alone. But now Michael had a small longing ache for a friend, Oliver used to be his friend but not anymore.

‘Norman No-Mates my ass’.

Deciding to go to the library to release some feeling, he looked back out the window again to see another car pull up.

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“Here we are.” Vivi flinched slightly as she heard her brother’s voice in the seat next to her, rubbing her eyes slightly as she closed then opened her eyes again. The ride had felt slightly shorter due to her feeling like she was barely there, dissociating in a way.

“Need any help?” Her brother tapped the steering wheel to the car and looked at her, she felt slightly safe in the car. It was just a small place where she didn’t have to worry about being around too many people.

“No John, I’m good.” She unbuckled her seatbelt and got out of the car to get her things, feeling a small wave of anxiety take over but suppressing herself from having a panic attack. As she got her things, she turned around to see her brother holding her pill bottle in his hand, she immediately grabbed it and muttered “Thank you” as she got her bags and held her bottle of pills in her hand. Playing with the label.

“Have fun…don’t be stupid.” Her brother, John, hugged her and gave her a bottle of water, likely to take with the pills.

Giving her brother a small smile, she walked onto campus and made her way to her dorm room. Not before stopping near somewhere to take two pills as prescribed by her doctor, as she walked to her dorm, she felt a small bit of calm. Slightly distracted by her thoughts, she felt herself bump into a shoulder. Looking up to see one of the wealthy students with someone she recognized, his face had become slightly stronger looking and his eyes were slightly piercing.

Looking down, she made it to her dorm. Closing her door immediately and dropping her stuff to the ground, rubbing her eyes as she began putting her stuff away. Hiding her pill bottle where her underwear was put; if someone had found out that she had been taking pills for her extreme anxiety…she didn’t want to imagine what they’d say, the students of Oxford already had their fair share of calling her “Weird” or “Scared girl”. She could only imagine the rich kids having another thing to dig at.

She knew she couldn’t be talking, she herself had come from an upper class background and had known some of the people at campus since they were kids. She remembered someone saying to a friend that their parent payed for them to be there and that they were accepted mainly cause of they bought their way in, or that their parents bought them into the school. Rather than actual intelligence.

Vivi didn’t know if she was as smart as some of the few people at the college, she could speak two languages and knew math well enough. Apparently not as brilliant as one of the students, Michael Gavey. Who she had learned had poked fun at her last semester when a new student came in, he was apparently Newton if he were alive again. As she finished putting her stuff away, she sat on the bed and waited for the sun to clear as she looked outside.

She found herself staring at the wall and she plotted a small idea to maybe go down to the Hall to eat slightly earlier so as to not be approached by anyone. Eventually she went to her bag and pulled out a yearbook for grades fifth to eighth, turning to see his face again.

On one of the pages she saw two people, while the girl was smiling. The other kid had a simple half smile on. As if nothing bothered him.

“Quick…”

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So…sorry if this is bad, I may have had to search up some things considering I was like five in 2006 so I don’t remember much🙂I am so sorry if this is bad.

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“Things said between kisses” Prompt List

— "Aren't you afraid of getting seen with me?"

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Lucky - [ Brian ‘Otis’ Zvonecek ]

Prompt: “Aren’t you afraid of getting seen with me?”

Word Count: 1101

Warnings: female!reader, fluff

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In house relationships were always risky, you knew that. But at the same time, they could be downright exciting. All the sneaking around. The stolen glances. The secret kisses in the turnout room when no one else was around.

Even the steamy moments in the shower were something that gave you intense butterflies over just how exhilarating they were as anybody could just walk in and overhear you.

It’s what made it fun. The risk of being caught in an otherwise compromising position.

Even though you knew no one would care if you were dating a coworker, given that Casey and Gabby were already out as a couple, you still liked sneaking around with Otis, who you had just started dating thanks to a drunken confession one night at Molly’s.

Only after months of mutual pining.

Another reason why you didn’t exactly need to sneak around as everybody already knew as it wasn’t overly subtle when you both snuck off within minutes of each other and came back all sweaty and flustered.

But you enjoyed it. And so did Otis. Or at least, you thought he did as he’d been the one to suggest you both keep your relationship a secret in the first place.

Little did you know however, he’d only suggested that as he was a little worried you’d be embarrassed to be seen with him let alone be seen kissing him.

You were way out of his league, he knew that. He was lifting above his weight and when you confessed you had feelings for him he almost thought he’d died and gone to heaven. But then he woke up beside you the next morning, finding that you were still completely head over heels for him even without the copious amounts of alcohol you’d both consumed.

Otis had never felt more lucky than he’d been that day which is exactly why he didn’t want to risk anything to make you second guess your decision to be with him and if that meant keeping the others in the dark about your relationship, then so be it.

“What are you doing?” Otis whispered, glancing around him as you pushed him gently up against the truck, having to place his hands on your waist yourself as he was too worried about someone catching you.

You’d never been this close to one another on the apparatus floor before and with the Squad table just behind the truck you had him pinned to? The risk of exposure was at an all time high and Otis couldn’t help but feel his stomach begin to tighten.

“Kissing my boyfriend, what does it look like?” You chuckled playfully, yet quietly, capturing his lips in yours and finding yourself a little confused when he didn’t kiss back right away.

Eventually he did though, after a good few seconds longer than normal. Normally they might have worried you, but you just chalked it up to him being nervous about getting caught, especially when his hands slinked further around your waist to pull you flush against his body.

“Right here?” Otis exhaled, his hot breath puffing out across your lips in a way that sent a shiver right down your spine. “Right on the middle of the apparatus floor? Where anyone could walk by and see us?”

“What?” You pulled your lip between your teeth, a sly grin rising on them the minute it popped free. “Are you scared of getting caught?”

“No.” Otis scoffed out, as nonchalantly as he could as he was scared of getting caught. Just not for the reason you thought.

You pulled him towards you again, your hand slinking round the back of his head to thread through his thick curls, feeling the softness of them around your fingers as you kissed him again.

You always loved his kisses. How gentle he was. How loving and passionate each one was, even if it was only a small peck there was still so much feeling and emotion packed in there and you felt more than lucky to end up on the receiving end of them.

Even the slight roughness of his moustache against your skin was something you craved. Something you longed to feel which is exactly why you’d cornered him out here, as you found yourself unable to wait for a time when you were alone.

“It’s just…” Otis began, hesitantly as he couldn’t help but feel pathetic for even asking you this. “Aren’t you afraid of getting seen with me?”

“What?” You pulled back further, your brow deeply furrowed over your confusion filled eyes. “Why would I be afraid to be seen with you?”

“Because I’m me.” Otis replied shyly, his head dropping out of embarrassment and you could see the slight flush of scarlet rise to his cheeks. “Because you’re out of my league and I’m lifting way above my weight class in thinking I can keep you.”

“Oh, baby.” You said softly, your heart almost breaking at his confession. You lifted your free hand, cupping his face gently and raising it to meet yours again. “You are far too hard on yourself, Brian… Because you…”

You ran your thumb lightly down his lips, taking a second to simply suck in a breath as you wouldn’t lie, you felt a little teary that he had such fears about your relationship.

“You are the sweetest, kindest, most caring guy I have ever had the pleasure of being with. Not to mention you’re incredibly cute… Incredibly handsome… With a killer moustache I might add.” You chuckled softly, feeling your heart warm when his face twitched beneath your touch as he smiled. “And I would be proud to show you off as mine.”

“You’re amazing, you know that right?” Otis whispered, swallowing thickly as he didn’t want to show how badly your words made him want to cry a little. “And I’m so lucky that you’re letting me be the one you would show off as yours… If that makes sense, it sounded better in my head.”

“It made perfect sense…” You smiled, before your eyebrow raised a little and you chuckled. “I think… But I get what you mean anyway… Now, what do you say you let me drag you inside…”

“Say more.” Otis pulled you tighter against him, his scheming eyes glistening with excitement.

“Normally I would be saying more.” You laughed, grazing your thumb down his lips once again before kissing him softly. “But this time I’m thinking more along the lines of letting me drag you inside so I can tell everyone in there that I’m yours… And that you’re mine.”

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AU Holiday - RealWord! One Piece. You invite Sanji Home for the Holidays during your break.

Note: Fluff! 🙂

Word count: 1.1k

You had worked very hard to get where you were. Your dream was to become a chef. Not just any chef you wanted to be the best chef in the country. The world even. You got into a prestigious school with one of the top culinary programs in the country. 

It was there you met Sanji. 

He was good at cooking. Like amazingly good.

You had met some great cooks in your lifetime but no one compared to him. He even gave the teacher a few pointers. 

It was so easy for you two to become friends and not long after that significant others. 

Your first semester was going well with all projects done and midterms completed you were all set for your Winter Break. 

When You asked him what his plans were for the Holidays Sanji had tensed up. 

“Probably hang out in my apartment,” he told you.

“What?” you asked incredulously, “You're not going to go home?” 

“I really don’t have anywhere to go.” That absolutely broke your heart. You two had only been dating for less than a month but he had confided to you that he wasn't close to his family. But you didn't think that meant not going home for the holidays. No matter how much you and your family fought you were always welcome (and expected) to go home. 

You rubbed his arm, “I know we just started seeing each other but what do you think about coming home with me?” when you notice him tense, you immediately try to back track. “No pressure or anything I just I hate to see you all alone on a holiday and-” 

Pulling you close he shut you up with a kiss. 

A week later and you buy two bus tickets to your home town.You were excited, but at the same time worried about scaring off someone you really cared about.

 “Sorry I couldn’t get us plane tickets” you told him as you both found your tiny seats and hunkered down for an eight hour journey. 

You grew up poor, and had never felt shame about it before, but while being at your new school you had other students who came from very wealthy families all over the world. Early on in the semester you had gone on a date with this one guy from your Economics class. The whole dinner he kept going on and on about how important his dad was and how he had donated a lot of money to the school. And that the “Morgan Library” was named after his father. It was all very annoying. 

You had a very different upbringing. You came from a family that was rich in love rather than material wealth. 

It seemed as though Sanji didn’t mind though. In fact he pulled out a bento box with a smile and handed it to you, “I made this for you to snack on.” 

You smiled at his genuine excitement. You began telling him all about your quirky little family. How you had adoptive brothers, two older and one younger one. That your Foster mother worked a lot growing up the four of you were left to your own devices. And for all the faults that your childhood had, it never stunted the love you had for your found family. 

After a grueling trip you finally made it to your hometown and got a cab to your home. Looking out the window, scenery began to look familiar. Finally you pulled up to an old looking home. It wasn't much but in the back you could see the remnants of the old forts you and your brothers built years ago. As much as she claimed she was only watching you all for the government check, Dadan didn't have the heart to tear any of them down. That sentimental old hag…

Once you got out of the car Sanji insisted on helping you with your bags. You smiled at him while he looked cautiously nervous. You hoped all this wasn't too much for him.

A loud engine interrupted your thoughts. You watched a shirtless man with an orange hat riding his motorcycle into the gravel driveway.

“Hey! Y/N !” 

You smiled and waved at your big brother. 

 Ace's smile was infectious. Grinning, you put down your duffel bag and ran into his arms.

 “It’s good to see ya” He said as he swung you around.  “We’ve all missed ya.”

When he put you down he noticed Sanji holding your things.

“Ace this is Sanji, Sanji this is my brother.” 

Ace’s smile never wavered as he held out his hand. “Good to meet you.”

Sanji shook your brother's hand while you picked up your duffel again  “C’mon.” you said to them, “let's get inside before this dummy catches a cold.”

“I keep telling you I run hot!”

When you enter you hear voices that you haven't heard in months.

“Luffy, just wait a few more months. Then by all means you can live out your Jack Kerouac Fantasy.”

“Why can't I just go now?”

“Because I’ll kill you” you interject making the youngest boy spin around.

“Y/N!!!” He ran to your arms. “Whose the guy?” 

“This guy is Sanji.” You tell him,“Be polite.” 

“Sabo.” Your older brother extended his hand out.  “And this cry baby, is Luffy”

Everyone chuckled as Luffy began to defend himself

“Soo… Y/N,” Luffy proceeded , “Whatcha gonna make us to eat i'm starving”

“Can you make some of those rolls?” Ace continued, “you know the buttery ones?”

“OOO and the turkey! When can you start on that?” Luffy added.

“Umm..”

“Thanks, Y/N you're the best!” Sabo pats you on the back before moving back to the TV room with the other boys.

“Typical” you mummer before moving to the cupboard to get pots and pans out. You were about to start cooking when Sanji took everything out of your hands. “What are you doing?”

Sanji only smiled, “Why don't you sit, have some wine.” He set the cooking equipment onto the old stove burners, “I got this.” 

And he really did.  He made dinner for you and your brothers. They all began to eat like animals who were starving once their food was plated and served. Sanji excused himself from the table and exited through the door that led to the backyard porch. It was there you found him smoking a cigarette 

“Thank You.” you said gratefully. 

“You're welcome.” He said before taking another puff.

“I love you.” You say which causes him to have a coughing fit. 

“I’m sorry if it's too early for you to hear,” you say quickly, as he catches his breath. “ but it needed to be said. He continued to stare at you.

You felt your stomach flip, “I understand if you-”

That was when he kissed you.  “I love you too.”  

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Who is it?

Player: Pedri Gonzalez x Fictional Female Word count: 6330+ Summary: Pedri and his girlfriend break up when she can't handle the downfalls of being with someone famous, as they try to navigate their post-breakup friendship Pedri is having a really hard time because he is not over her, at all. Themes/Warnings: Fluff, Angst, Love Smut, Alcohol A/N: This came out pretty quickly, in a week and a half, which is really rare for me. Got inspiration from Rauw Alejandro's Dime Quien?. The timeline goes back and forth a bit, so be mindful of that. First time doing a long sex scene with a real plot, hope it works.

Pedri couldn’t get Camila out of his head, it’s been four months since they broke up. She left even when he pleaded, and pleaded, crying his eyes out like a teenager being rejected for the first time. She assured him that they could stay friends, he hadn’t done anything wrong, she just wasn’t ready for all the attention and outside drama of being in a relationship with him. They dated in secret for six months and once they went public she couldn’t deal with it anymore, four months later they were done. She wanted to be his friend but she needed some time by herself before that could happen.  He accepted what little she had to offer. Two months ago Camila texted him late at night saying hi and asking how he was. Pedri was miserable, if he had been honest that’s what he would have said but he didn’t want to take a step back and lose contact with her because he was needy. He replied

<Hi Camila, doing good. How about you?>

<I’m good, just wanted to check on you>

<Thanks. How’s everything?>

< Not much. Lots of work. 

I’ve seen your games. Glad the team is doing so well>

< We appreciate the support from our fans 🙂>

<hahahaha. Let’s chat soon or whatever. Going to sleep. > < I’m down. Good night>

He just smiled, reading the conversation again. He still loved her, wanted her, missed her, loved her, loved her, loved her. He ran his hands through his hair and pulled it in desperation while letting out a small groan. The first time they kissed, they made out for an hour, he couldn’t get enough of her, and she of him. Now Pedri couldn’t get Camila out of his head, if he could, if someone showed him how he would but he couldn’t. He had a small dip in training the first few weeks after the breakup, causing him to get benched for two straight games, and then got subbed into the third game with a sketchy game at that. He just couldn’t get his head straight. His teammates were trying to be understanding but outside people started noticing and he was getting criticized heavily. He wasn’t his normal self, not smiling in team photos, and Camila was nowhere to be seen in games or his cars, although she was very private she would be seen with him in public once or twice a month. The last month? Nothing, plus all her socials were now private. It got so bad the rumors got to his mom’s circle and mom, who at times treated her son as a friend, called him “Mi amor, todo bien?” (My love, is everything all right?) “Si, mami todo bien” (Yes, mom, everything’s all right)

“¿Cómo esta Cami? No me has enviado fotos con ella hace semanas y están comentando en internet cosas sobre ustedes” (How’s Cami. You haven’t sent me a pic with her in weeks and their saying things on the internet about you two)

“Ma’ , Camila  y yo no estamos juntos ya” (Ma’, Camila and I aren’t together anymore)

“¡Cariño! ¡Que pena!, ¿pasó algo?”  (Honey! What a shame! Did something happen?)

“No, mami, lo de ser famoso es un puta hostia” (No, mom, just that being famous is shit)

“Lo puede ser, sí….de veras, que pena. ¿Quieres que te vayamos a visitar?” (It can be, yes…it’s a real shame, Do you want us to visit you?)

“No, no te preocupes, ya me voy sintiendo mejor. Estamos de amigos” (No, don’t worry, I’m starting to feel better. We’re just friends now)

“Vale, te quiero, mi niño. Sabes que estamos aquí para ti” (Okay, I love you, my boy. You know we’re here for you) “Lo se, mami, yo tambien te quiero, chau (I know, mom, I love you too, bye)

“Adios” (Good-bye)

And after that call he decided that everything else would have to suffer except his football career, he would have to get used to not thinking about her before or during games or training. He had a habit of going through the photos he had of Camila on his phone whenever he was missing her desperately. He would touch himself when he felt lonely looking at pictures of her modeling lingerie she had sent him for away games. Nobody could make him as hot and hard as she did, he missed being inside her while kissing her the most because at that moment he felt like they were one thing, she was his and he was hers. He felt so empty every time he came, hand full of cum, he hated not having her around. In private he could hate himself and his situation all he wanted but not in public, not in football. He didn’t want his family to worry anymore. He usually shut the world off from his brain when he was playing but this last month Camila was creeping into his mind but from then on, he shut her off from his safe space, the pitch. He started playing better at training. Next month, he tried his best, even Camila herself noticed he was doing better and she started thinking maybe enough time had passed by and they could actually start talking again soon. She missed him too, she missed his friendship the most.  Even though they had said they would talk soon, they didn’t but they did start subtly interacting with hearts and likes on their social media, and neither of them was really ready to talk for another month. Pedri went by himself to a restaurant they used to love to go and decided to take a picture of his food and send it to her <“Guess where I am at?” >. Camila didn’t answer right away, so he just ate the delicious food that was in front of him and enjoyed the view of the city even if he had a bit of a knot in his chest. After asking for the check his phone vibrated < Is that fucking Don Jordi?>

<Yep! You guessed right> 

<It’s sooo good! I love that place! What I wouldn’t give to eat their chocolate mousse cake>

<If you’re home I can bring one over>

<I’m home but you don’t need to do that! >

<Oh, don’t be silly. Don Jordi is not far from you>

<You don’t have to ! I was just wishing out loud>

<I’ll bring it over and be on my way, see you in 20>

<god, I shouldn’t have said anything but okay, I love chocolate too much> He just needed an excuse, anything to see her in person. It had been three months and a week since he last saw her, Camila leaving his house with the last box full of her things, never to return. He order the dessert to go and went to the bathroom to check how he looked. He looked fine, this new fine of having eyes of someone who never sleeps through the night, just needed to fix his hair. 

He knocked on her door and waited, small bag in hand with a small dessert inside. She knew it was him, she had buzzed him in. “That was fast! Hope you weren’t speeding” she said as she opened the door “Hi”

‘Hi, and don’t worry, I wasn’t ” he replied with a small smile She gave him a small hug and said “It’s good to see you”. He could barely move, his mouth was dry, and his nerves were on edge but that hug made him feel a tingling all over his body he hadn’t felt in months. He wrapped his free hand around her and gave her a small squeeze back. “You too”. He said

She stepped back and looked at the bag he was carrying

“This is for you,” he said as he gave her the bag “I hope it’s not ruined” “I’m sure it’s not,” she said with a smile “Thanks so much!” “No problem” he said as he took the opportunity to look at her for a second. Her hair was longer, but she looked the same. She was wearing a cropped sweater and tight-fitting joggers. He could see part of her belly and lips were shiny from wearing a bit of lipgloss. He could fight 10 men at a time just to get to kiss those lips again. 

“Well, thanks again” She interrupted his thoughts ”Maybe we can hang out soon and catch up?”

“Yes, lets. Now go inside and eat it” 

“Oh, I will!” she gave him a lil pat on his left arm “Bye” she turned towards the door and opened it, she turned around and said, “I’ll see you soon, okay?”

He smiled, nodded and turned around to go towards the stairs, down to his car. 

His heart was racing when he got into his car. Time had not changed anything at all, maybe his love-wounds hurt less but seeing her again in person made him want her back more than ever.

From that day on he would put his cell phone right next to him with the sound notifications on just in case she texted or called, even when he went to bed early because he had training the next day he placed his phone next to his pillow hoping she would. He would stare at it, trying to conjure her with his thoughts. A week and a half had passed since they saw each other when his phone vibrated and made a noise when he was putting on pajama pants to sleep, he took his shirt off and jumped into bed to check his phone. And there it was, a text from her, asking to meet up next Sunday, at the time of his choosing, whenever he could. He said that he could meet her after 3 PM, anywhere she liked. She decided that they would meet at The Café on Rosell Street at 4pm. He counted the days, every day waking up to check how many days were left. He got a haircut two days before. He had a game the day before their meeting, and he was sure he would be in the starting eleven, so it wouldn’t look like he was trying too hard since he usually got a haircut before big games. 

     Rosell Street, 4pm. The Cafe. Camila was there already. Pedri saw her right away because she was already looking and waving at him when he got in. She must have seen him coming from the street. Camila stood up “Hey, you” opening her arm as to welcome a hug. Pedri gave her a shy hug and quick kisses on her cheeks being afraid of himself and his reaction “Nice to see you” he said while pulling away from her “Is this table okay? She asked said nervously “What kind of question is that? Of course” he said, surprised. Something is off, she’s nervous, he thought. She asked about the game and training, she had seen the game and congratulated him on his goal. He was so concentrated on this day’s arrival that a goal seemed like something so stupid and unimportant, he never thought of bringing it up in their conversation or known she would bring it up “Yea, that was awesome. I got a good assist from Frenkie, so it was pretty easy” “You always make it seem easy, then I try to play and I feel embarrassed at how bad I am” she said laughing.

Pedri laughed with her, she’s right, she’s pretty bad. “You’re not that bad, Cami” he said

“Yea, THAT bad” she replied giggling Pedri drank water and the waiter came over. They both order drinks and a few small plates. “I’m so glad you came, it’s so good to finally be able to talk to you, I missed talking to you“ she said “Me too, a lot” he replied, feeling himself getting excited with hope “ Speaking of talking to you. I have something to tell you” she said

“Oh?” he said with curiosity

“I want to tell you before anyone else tells you. I’m seeing somebody. It’s been going on for a few weeks. It’s not super serious yet but, you know, I thought you would probably want to know”

He felt his chest burn and his stomach churn while she was speaking, every word that kept coming out of her mouth was worse than the one before, the more she talked, the worst it got. “Who is it? he said as he frowned

“It’s a friend of a friend from work. You know, Daniel?  We met a party at Daniel’s apartment, his name is Unai”

“Ugly fucking name”

“Hey, be nice!” He held his face in his hands and breathed, “Get it together” he thought

“I’m just kidding. I’m happy for you” taking his hands off his face “At least one of us is not a single idiot”

“You’re not an idiot, anything but”

“I am single though” “And I’m sure I won’t be won’t be for long" she said as she flicked her hand against his forearm “Oh, I don’t know about that” “I’m sure of it, you’re a great catch, you could have anyone you want”

“Not the one I want, though” he mumbled “What was that?” “I don’t want anyone, though,” he said, speaking up, “Does he treat you well?”

“Yes, very much”

“Good” he looked up and saw the waiter coming “Our drinks and food are here”. He really wanted to change the subject

They spent the rest of the time catching up on their every day, their families, talking about what movies or series they were watching, making jokes about each other. He paid their check even though she protested and they said their goodbyes, she said while nervously moving “Thanks for coming out, today was really important. You know I care about you a lot and I really hope we can keep being friends” 

“I care a lot about you too, honey, of course we can be friends. Even if you date guys with ugly names”’ he replied shrugging

She laughed and hugged him  “Chau, Pedri” “Bye, Cami” he said as she walked away and picked up her phone from her purse. 

He really just wanted to jump off a bridge, feeling the cold water hit him like a brick when landing would have hurt less than his whole being right now. She was moving on and he was not. Three weeks later, they had only texted twice. Once after a game. He had scored again and she had watched. She complimented him. And he sent her a picture of a meme he thought she would find funny, and he was right.  Almost every other day Pedri thought about her with her new guy. Who was that asshole? Why was he the one getting to kiss her? To be with her? To make her laugh in private? Why can’t it be him? Why were things outside of his control fucking up his happiness? It was Wednesday night and she texted him. <Hey Pedri! Are you going to Sira’s get-together? she invited me>

< Hey Cami. I’m planning to> <oh, cool! at least I’ll have more than just Ferran and Sira as people I know at the thing>

<It’s me, the dude you know. 😛 I’ll see you there. Should be fun>

< haha.for sure, and we get to hang out>

< looking forward to it>

< 🙂 bye> <later>

This interaction made his head spin. Was Cami going to be there with the dude with the ugly name? Or by herself? Why did she care if he was there? But the first thing he thought was “I need a new outfit for it”

     That Friday, he got to Sira’s place, new outfit on. She opened the door and he gave her a gift bag with booze as a thank-you gift for inviting him. They said hellos with the customary two kisses and he met Ferran right after. He didn’t see Camila right away when he scanned the room but he thought he would see her at any minute because he came fashionably late and she was always on time for everything. He sat down with Ferran and Eric, who was there too, and talked as they all had a beer. After talking and joking around for a bit, he noticed her. She was coming in from the kitchen by herself with a drink in hand. It had been over four months since they broke it off, and nothing had changed about the way he felt about her. He was still in love. He excused himself to go to the bathroom, he was freaking out. She came by herself. He splashed himself with cold water and fixed his hair, he didn’t know how else to make himself more comfortable and less pathetic. He came out of the bathroom to find her in the hall. 

“ Pedri!” she shouted “ I hadn’t seen you! When did you come in?” “A while ago”

“You can never come to parties on time, can you?” she said in slight slurred voice

He laughed “ I guess not” “Let me go to the bathroom, but wait for me here”

“Here?” 

“Is anyone waiting for you?” she said frowning

“Besides Eric and Ferran? No” he replied raising his eyebrow

“They don’t count”

“Definitively not, then”

“Then stay here, don’t get lost”

He did not move, he didn’t know what to think, he was confused but his heart was racing from just getting this much attention from her.

She came out of the bathroom and said, “Let’s go get a beer and go out to the balcony. I have gossip to tell”

“What?” “You heard me, come on!” she said almost stumbling on her words They went to the kitchen to get some Estrella Damm beers. She pulled him by holding his hand to get to the balcony, it looked down at the patio at Sira’ house, which was lit and landscaped by a professional, no one else was hanging out there. Everything was getting more confusing for him. She let go of his hand and leaned into the edge. “It’s so pretty here, Sira’s lucky. My balcony just looks at the street” she said and had a good amount of beer from her bottle. He didn’t say anything, he just looked at her and realized she was trying to get drunk, fast, on purpose. “Don’t drink so fast, honey, unless you want to go home early”

“Oh, whatever. Don’t you want to know the gossip?”

“Let’s hear it”

“I broke up with Unai” 

“Oh, fuck. Are you okay?”

“I’m great, actually. I don’t think I was as into him as much as I thought. Or maybe I’m just a cold bitch”

“Or maybe he just sucked”

“And the sex wasn’t that good”

“No surprise with that ugly ass name”

She laughed and flicked his arm

He smiled. He was happy to hear the news. Best news since she decided to text him again. He hated the idea of someone else being with her. He didn’t own her or anybody else but he was happy there wasn’t going to be another guy kissing her and calling her at bedtime to say good night before she went to sleep.

“Have you been with anyone?” she asked looking towards the garden leaning towards the balcony again putting her beer on the ledge.

“Not really” he said as he leaned into the balcony looking at her; placing his beer on the ledge as well.

“Not even a one night stand?” she said now looking at him “No” “There’s no way, you were such a low-key fuck boy before we started dating, no te creo.”  ( I don’t believe you)

“No, de verdad que no”  (No, the truth is no)

“Why?”

“ 'Cause”

“ 'Cause of me?”

He sighed, “Yea”

Camila bit her lip and smiled, she got closer to where he was until she was in his space

“What would you say if I said I want you to fuck me?”

“I would say you’re drunk” he replied

“And you’re not?”

“No, and even if I were, I wouldn’t fuck you while you’re drunk”

“You don’t want to fuck me?” “You wouldn’t want me if you weren’t drunk” “I would” “I think you should stop drinking now and leave it that”

“I want you to kiss me, take my clothes off and fuck me, Pedri” she said in a low voice “Cami, I’m not going to. I’m going home. I can’t deal with this right now. I’ll come to your place tomorrow and we’ll talk about it. But not like this.” he insisted

“No, please, don't leave”  she said grabbing his hand “ Cami, I’m going, okay? I’ll see you tomorrow” he said caressing her free hand with his other hand, a bit of sadness peaking through his eyes. “Can you at least kiss me?” she begged He cupped her cheeks with his hands and gave her a small kiss. He left the balcony to excuse himself from leaving the party. Camila just looked at him leave, not knowing what to do next.

Pedri got into his car and just looked at the dashboard lights. “Joder!” he screamed. He tugged his hair and groaned “¡Que hostia, carajo!”. Everything he wanted just happened in the worst way possible. Did she really mean it? or was she just lonely? horny? Did she love him? a bit? or at all? Right now, he just wanted to get home and sleep it off. Tomorrow they had the last training before Sunday’s game.

          The next day after training he was driving towards her apartment, he had texted that he was on his way and she sent him a thumbs up in return. His hands on the steering wheel were sweating and fidgety. He was thinking of two possible scenarios;  she still feels the same or last night was a mistake. He was trying to prepare himself on how we would react to either of them because what he really wanted to do is say he loved her the same way he did before, the same as always, kiss her, make love to her, and be hers forever but wouldn’t dare, couldn’t. Not unless she showed interest. He played loud reggaeton to calm and distract himself.

           Camila buzzed him in. He went up the stairs and was met with an open door and her head and half her body sticking out waiting for him. “Hola” he said as he got closer to her door. “ Hola” she replied and stepped back to let him in. Pedri gave her one kiss on each cheek and asked her “ How’s the hangover?”

“It’s okay now. This morning? Not so much” Camila replied

“Lesson learned?” he said while he fidgeted with his fingers behind his back.

“Oh, please” she chuckled. “Should we sit down?”

He nodded

They sat down in her small couch in her studio apartment, small golden rays from the hour of late sunshine coming in between the white curtains from her balcony that faces the street

She sighed “Te pido perdón por lo de anoche” (I want to apologize for last night ) she stayed silent for a moment while looking at him looking for any reaction

“It’s okay” he said quietly after the awkward silence

 “I’m sure that made you uncomfortable, and if we’re to be friends, that’s not cool”

“We all have said and done things when we’re drunk that we don’t mean really mean”

“It’s not about meaning it or not, I shouldn’t have said that while I was drunk”

“Wait what?”

“I’m sorry, I've just missed you”

“ I miss you every day, Camila” “You never act like it, though” she said holding her own hands

“But I do, I just wanted to respect you and your wishes. I didn’t want to ruin the chance to be your friend. I care about you too much” “Fuck” She said as he pulled her knees toward her torso and wrapped her arms around them, she sighed “What did you mean when you said ‘it's not about meaning it or not?’” asked Pedri

“Um…” she lowered her legs and shifted her body towards him ” ‘cause I did mean it, I wanted to sleep with you”  she said “Oh…were you feeling lonely or something?” “No, I miss being with you, Pedri” That’s all he had been wanting to hear, just a hint of wanting, of interest, of love, just an excuse.

He acted almost on instinct, didn’t wait, didn’t ask;  his lips landed on hers, letting his lips feel her to remember what it was like to kiss her. The kiss from the night before was so fast and full of nerves that he didn’t get to feel the kiss, or how she reacted to it, that wasn’t happening now. She let out a lil' approving hum contrived in her mouth and she opened her mouth a bit so that she could feel her lips eat his. He pulled her in by wrapping his arms around her as he deepened the kiss with his tongue. He had been starved of her for all these months, he would be damned if he didn’t take this opportunity to have her, so show her his love. She tilted her head and let her tongue savor every inch of his mouth as she held onto the back of his neck. She felt him pulling her in even more, chest almost touching, her legs open to make room for him. He unwrapped himself to touch her hair, gave her one last small peck, and said “ We can sleep together tonight if you want”, giving her another kiss. 

“I want to, obviously” she said as she caressed his face with her finger and gave him another kiss.

“I don’t have condom, though” he said in between kisses

“I think I do. In my nightstand. You wanna come to bed?” she replied 

He nodded

The bed was hidden behind a vintage hand-painted divider between the couch and the bed, so they went around to the bed where he sat while she looked through her nightstand’s drawer

He looked around, she lives in a studio that somehow she managed to make cozy, styled in a sophisticated but simple manner. Kind of like her, an amazingly beautiful woman, who’s smart yet unassuming and was never full of herself,on the contrary, quite sensitive with a simple yet classy sense of style and self. He loved being around her and her things, her vibes again. 

“Found it,” she said, showing the wrapped product off like it was a golden ticket. “but, why are you still wearing all those clothes?” she said with a smirk plastered across her lips.

He chuckled, “I was waiting for you”

She put the condom on top the nightstand “No, sir, you take it off first. It’s not like you’re shy, you get naked in front of dozens of men all the time”

“god, okay” he said. He took his jacket and shirt off showing her his athletic physique. He looked up at her, looking to be desired. He hadn’t been with anyone in almost five months and he wanted to, needed to be desired.

She got close to him, still standing next to the bed, placed her hands on his shoulder and caressed them and his chest “You’re so hot, it’s unfair” she said as she sat down next to him, as he smiled. 

“You’re turn, bonita”. She was wearing a short skater dress with string sleeves and a cardigan. She took off the cardigan, slipped the sleeves off, and took the whole thing off while he looked on, staring at her while she was only wearing her tiny panties. 

“Eres hermosa, no me cansaría nunca de mirarte quitarte la ropa” (You’re beautiful, I would never get tired of looking at you take your clothes off)

She went over to hover over him, reaching for his belt and pants. She commanded him to take it all off and so he did. 

He went in for her mouth while his hand slipped in between her panties and her slit, feeling her wetness, he rubbed her up and down then went for her clit, drawing circles on it. She let a few small moans die in his mouth.

“I want you, now, please” she said

He reached over the condom, his cock was throbbing hard. He slid in the condom on saying “I haven’t been with anyone in a long time. I might not last as much as we both want to”

“I don't care, I just want you inside, please” she said laying down, taking off her panties. 

He kissed her again, and got himself lined up in between her legs, he slid his member up and down her slit getting her juices all over his dick. She moaned and whined with “baby” when he did. He thrust himself inside her and then again slowly, to get adjusted and to not hurt her. She was so wet it went right in without any resistance. He was beside himself, she was the prettiest girl and she was under him taking him in. He kept his thrusting steady as he felt a warmness in his chest and cock at the same time, he never wanted and loved anyone so much in his young life. 

“ I love you” he said as he kept giving it to her and kissing her  “dios— so much” he said between breaths,

She opened her eyes, taken out from her pleasure trance, and said “Sit down”

He kissed her cheek, got off her, and followed her orders. She got on his lap, held his hard and wet member with her hand and put the tip inside herself, then slid into it, they both hissed at the overwhelming feeling. She started riding his dick with intent. In between moans, groans, and breaths she asked

“Do you still love me?”

“god, yes” he said looking up at her

“ Do you love being- joder, que rico- inside me?” (fuck, so good). She felt him getting even harder inside her

“It’s my favorite place to be” he answered pulling her closer to him 

Resting her forehead on his she asked  “Are you going to come for me?”

“Yes”  

“Now?”

“Almost”

He helped her go faster with his hands on her hips as her juices flooded his cock and part of his inside thighs. “Do you love me?” he asked kissing her neck

“I love you so much” she let out a desperate little moan “ I want you to come for me”

 He couldn't hold it much longer, her words were putting him over the edge

“Me voy a correr” (I’m going to come) he said as her riding got faster and harder, feeling the friction of his cock riding up against her walls.

“Come for me, baby” she said, riding him until he was a mess of groans and whines feeling his cock twitch inside her. He let out a loud moan and let his body collapse against hers, his face landing on her chest, breathing like he just had sprinted across the pitch. “Joder, te amo tanto” (Fuck, I love you so much).

She hugged him and peppered his cheek with kisses.  “yo también, amor”. (me too, love)

“Lay down for me” he said as he tried to calm himself down from his high. He took his condom off, knotted it, and threw it on the floor while she moved to rest on her pillows. He told her to open her legs as he went in to eat her out, not wanting her to go unsatisfied. Pedri sucked, touched, licked and teased her clit and core until she was begging him to keep going, to not stop, she was so close. He looked up at her, while he kept fingering her hole and licking her clit, met her eyes staring down at him, mouth open only being able to make noises. Camila came on Pedri’s mouth just as he wanted, screaming “sí, Pedri, sí”,  his mouth and chin full of her. He wiped his face with his fingers, and while she looked at him unable to catch her breath yet, he licked his fingers clean and said “You always taste so good, Cami”. Camila let an embarrassed giggle out and said “Come here, Pedro Gonzalez!”  while signaling for him to come on top of her. She kissed him, tasting herself all over his mouth. He moved next to her, and laid there looking at her, the happiest he had been in months.

Camila ran her fingers through Pedri’s hair, styling his messy waves, “Can you stay the night?” she inquired.

“Only if I can stay over tomorrow night after the game and the day after that too” replied Pedri, caressing her naked hips.

“Only if I can stay at your place the rest of the week” she said 

“Deal” Pedri said and gave her a small and soft peck on the lips. 

       The last game of the season was coming up, and Pedri had asked Camila to come and sit with his family to see his game and join the La Liga trophy celebrations. They had guaranteed the league title win two matches before. Pedri and Cami had kept their reunion on the download, telling only friends and family. When he sat down to ask her, he gave her a mini-speech about how much he loved her and respected her wishes to be private but he really wanted to share this important moment with her at Camp Nou, his first league as champions. Camila didn’t need a lot of convincing, she had been thinking about it since they had the mathematical win of La Liga. “I’ll be there, next to Fer” she told Pedri, she was ready. He gave her a long hug, kissing her neck. He loved her and wanted everyone to know she was his girl, he wanted to share everything with her, including this very important but public moment in his life.

The whistle blew on their last game and all the players ran to the pitch, jumping and celebrating. The first league title for Fc Barcelona since Messi left, since the 2018-19 season. Camila sat next to Fer and Pedri’s parents. They all talked, laughed, and got excited during the game. Fer was making Cami laugh during the game trash-talking against the rival team, Celta Fc, and at one point said, “You wait, I’m going to tell Pedri he was shit for missing that goal opportunity”. Cami laughed and said, “Don’t you dare, Fernando!”. People had already seen Camila with Pedri’s family and fan pictures and videos were already being shared on social media, although she noticed some phones pointed at her, she decided that these things were not going to affect her today, today was Pedri’s day and she was focused on being happy.

There was Pedri trying to look up at where his family was, waving towards them. The trophy and celebration decor were being put up and the players went to change into the champion's shirts. “We’re going down after they present them with the trophy, going down to the pitch, ok?” said Fer 

“Okay” said Cami giving him a thumbs up and wink.

After the trophy was presented and Xavi, Busi, and Alba gave speeches, they played music on the speakers, and families were cued to come down. They went down along with Ferran Torres' family and Sira. Sira covered her mouth and whispered, “Pedri is really excited you're here, you can see it on his face”. Camila just smiled and looked up to see if she could also see him. She saw him jogging down to meet them. He first gave his mom and dad a big hug and then met Fer who also gave him a hug. Camila was just a few steps behind. Pedri pulled away and his eyes met with Camila's. He couldn’t believe how pretty she looked, wearing an Fc Barcelona jersey, her hair down, red lips, and a big smile on her face.

“Hola, mi amor” (Hello, my love) he said as he went to hug her

“Hola, bello”  (Hello, beautiful boy) she said as she embraced his hug

“Felicidades, campeón” (Congratulation, Champion) she said as she pulled back to look at him

“Thank you, honey” he said smiling and gave her a small kiss on her lips.

She gave him another hug. “Come on, let’s go take a picture with the trophy” said Pedri The whole family took a few pictures and he also asked for a picture just with Camila. She looked up at the stands and saw there were thousands of people still in there. The team, along with the families, went around the whole stadium waving and celebrating with the fans. After walking with his parents Pedri walked towards Camila again, who was goofing around with Sira, Ferran, Eric, and Gavi, and held her hand. 

“Thanks for coming, Cami” he said covering his mouth with his free hand “I love you”

She looked at him and smiled, her eyes sparkling with joy, without covering her mouth she said “ I love you too”. They finished doing the lap and they all went to the tunnel. He said bye to his family. “I’ll see you later at home, yea?” he said to Camila “Vale, nos vemos en casa.” (Okay, see you at home) she said, gave him a kiss and walked away with his family The video of Camila and Pedri's moment on the pitch went viral, people had figured out she had said “I love you too” by reading her lips. The reaction was positive, unlike last time. She wasn’t going to be negatively harassed en mass like before. Pedri was so happy while changing in the dressing room, he had a stupid grin on his face, it meant as much as the league trophy to have had her there that night. The boys celebrated even more in the dressing room and he just sat down on a bench, laughed, and sang, getting hugs and cheek kisses from his teammates, thinking how lucky he was. It had been 7 months since Camila had walked out of his house, to turn his happy life into a miserable one and now he was the happiest man in Barcelona. He had his Cami and her love. No one else to claim her, to kiss her, to call her, to hug her, to miss her, only him, to love her, love her, love her.

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[dollmoth-productions]

Hi i really love your plotonic yandere mental family and i want to request where the reader goes to mabye extra classes after school or something like that and once reader left extra classes and went home reader got hurt by like a bunch of really bad people im talking death threatening head injury and then reader had to walk home like that and the fam only finds out once reader gets home

⚠️ABUSIVE BEHAVIOR AND DRUGGING AND FORCED KISSING STOCKHOLM OBSESSIVE BEHAVIOR STALKING POSSESSIVE BEHAVIOR STOCKHOLM SYNDROME MANIPULATION ABUSIVE BEHAVIOR AND DRUGGING AND FORCED ITS NOT HEALTHY ⚠️

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🙂 glam was the one that was worried the most for you when you finally came home all injured, he was the one that was patching you up

🙃 he didn’t say anything he was just grimacing the entire time he wanted to make sure that you were OK, but yet he couldn’t control his content for those people

🙂” you just relax until Vicky comes home OK?” he says to you gently placing you on the couch and leaving you with one of your favorite snacks.

🖤 when they came home and saw you injured, she was pissed glam was the only person I could calm her down somewhat, but she was pissed

🖤 oh, boy, she was cursing up a storm trying to find her baseball bat or some thing else to beat those guys heads in

🖤 she couldn’t even think of anything nice to say so she just grumpily hugged you

🩵Dee was the only logical person there. He probably knew that person, mostly because he attaches an AirTag to almost everything that you own, and a device that can hone in on audio so he tries to find out where they live and deal with him.

🩵 although he’s not much of a touchy person, he does give you a nice brotherly shoulder pat to make sure that you’re OK

🩵” we will deal with it” he said

💚 heavy was pissed off but because he still a kid can’t really do much so he just played video games with you to call me down

💚 he genuinely does care about you, but because of how young he has, he can’t do much he did buy you an energy drink to make you feel better though

💚” come on let’s go play some dead by daylight you always like that”

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I am back!!

#fanfic #yandere imagines #yanderexreader #yandere scenarios #platonic yandere #platonic yandere imagine #yandere family #yandere metal family #yandere glam #yandere Vicky #yandere Dee #yandere heavy #tw yandere

[hansensunshine]

Could you please do a mommy Daenerys x little sister reader please where some lords were hitting on reader and making her uncomfortable so she goes to Dany and she takes her up to their room and takes care of her(some smut maybe) then later burns the lords that hit on reader please.

I hope you had a lovely start to December and don’t feel pressured to do this if you don’t have enough time I just love your work 🙂

omg i’d love to write that, loving mommy! daenerys hours!! and thank you so so much, i hope you’ve had a lovely start to december too <3

— 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐃𝐎𝐍’𝐓 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄 𝐀 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒.

pairings: mommy! daenerys targaryen x little sister! reader

synopsis: you are daenerys’ last alive sibling and frankly, she loves you more than a sibling should.

tw: mommy kink, indication of smut, death

summary: after feeling uncomfortable by being hit on by some lords, you run to daenerys for comfort.

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you had been outside in the gardens greeting some lords on their arrival here. as much as you didn’t really want to, you did it so people can see you as someone who isn’t by her older sisters side all the time.

you have found the lords quite friendly, maybe a bit too friendly. “welcome my lords, i hope the journey wasn’t too harsh.” you spoke with a soft tone, having a smile across your face. “i’m sure you’ll all enjoy your time here.” as you were briefly showing the lords around, you noticed a few speaking about you but you paid no attention to it, still having a smile across your face. “as you see, we have arrived at the—“ “i’m surprised a lord hasn’t come to marry you yet, or at least fucked you.” a few of them laughed, making you feel slightly uncomfortable, before another lord spoke.“she’s a precious little thing.” he put his hand on your cheek, with you flinching away. “and delicate, apparently.” you couldn’t help but feel tears coming to your eyes, nobody talking to you like this other than your older sister, daenerys. a different lord approaches you and starts to play with you hair. you wish daenerys was here to protect you.

“such silky hair. she’s a true princess. sad that she’s in her sister’s shadow.” you couldn’t help but look down. “but good for one of us, as we’ll get a chance to marry her and fuck her every night.” he chuckled loudly as the others do before looking up at them all, with a tear falling down your face, feeling extremely uncomfortable. “dany would never marry me off to one of you!” before you could help but breakdown you ran away from them, leaving them in the gardens.

as you were going to your own room, you bumped into daenerys and immediately wiped your tears away with your sleeve. daenerys gave you such a big smile as she hasn’t really seen you all day before noticing something was wrong. you didn’t want to say anything at first because you know how protective she is of you.“y/n. what happened?” she crouched to your height before letting her hand caress your soft cheek. “some lords they—“ you could help but cry. she took you in her arms and picked you up, letting your legs wrap around her waist. she took you off into her bedroom before closing the door behind her. she walks over to her bed before sitting down on it with you straddling her.

“some lords.. they kept making me feel uncomfortable, mommy..” you buried your face into her neck, now realising her nickname rolled off your tongue so smoothly, you felt so small with her in your presence. you looked back up at her as she looked at you with worry but also anger, which you knew wasn’t directed at you. “they flirted with me and— and.. they touched me and played with my hair, i wish you were there, mommy!” you wrapped your arms around her as she didn’t let go of your small body. she placed a kiss on your forehead before you calmed down slightly. you looked up at her with a small smile of yours before an idea pops into her head. “how about you let mommy make you feel better, yeah?”

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daenerys made sure you were sound asleep in her bed before making a move. “they don’t deserve a sweet soul like yours, only i do. she knew she had to get revenge on those lords who touched her little sister, her little baby.

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“i want you all to beg for your life, none of you deserve it.” daenerys spoke whilst drogon was towering over her, the lords begged, the lords compromised with her, they did everything they could. but none of them knew what was coming to them. “dracarys.”

#my inbox <3 #daenerys targaryen #daenerys targaryen x reader #daenerys targaryen x little sister! reader #mommy! daenerys targaryen x little sister! reader

[coyotestarcraft]

Hi can u pls write a crowley fic where he is absoleutly in love with reader who is an angel and while he is confessing like he did in the show the reader just stops and kisses him just like he did. If u r comfortable with it it can be like a fluufy smut

Hav a lovely day

Yes I can! You have a lovely day too dude/dudette (no matter boy, girl, nonbinary or trans, or whatever other gender is out there, I call everyone dude, just a fyi)

This takes place in season 1 when the world was ending just a fyi

Please clarify if you want female/male or gender neutral reader when requesting please. (This goes for everyone) 🙂

Reader is gender neutral to keep it fair.

Requests: Currently On Hiatus (I’m just finishing the ones in my inbox for now)

🚫MINORS DNI🚫

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You’ve known Aziraphale since the early years of when Earth was created.

Now that it was ending you needed to find him to confess how you felt.

“Aziraphale!” You called out but got no response back, that made you worry, but you saw a familiar redhead sitting in his chair.

“Where’s Azira?” You asked him, he shrugged, the smell of alcohol lingering in the air.

“Don’t know, don’t care. That idiot left and I didn’t do anything about it.” He groaned.

“Well do you have an idea where he might’ve went?” You dramatically threw arms out, “probably to find you, I don’t know!” He snapped.

“Fine.” You huffed, walking outside to quickly run as fast you can towards your apartment.

As you burst in you gasped in horror, Aziraphale was pinned against the wall by Michael who was holding a knife.

“Let him go!” You snarled, you went to take a step but another force stopped you, your head turns to see Sandalphon holding you back with one hand, his tight grip makes your wrist start to turn white.

“Let. Me. Go. NOW!” You shove him as hard as possible, knocking him off his feet.

You moved so fast no one, not even Aziraphale saw you grab Michael by the throat and yank them off Aziraphale.

You tone dropped to deadly level.

“Leave now, or I will rip every bone from your celestial body bit by bit until you drown in your own celestial blood.” If looks could kill, Michael would’ve been dead long ago.

They nod frantically as they pulled Sandalphon to his feet quickly miracling themselves to heaven.

“Are you okay?” You asked when you stepped up to Aziraphale.

“Yes dear, I’m fine, a little shaken up but fine.” He smiles, you gently cup his face to inspect for scratches or cuts, but nothing caught your eye.

You soon realized how close your faces were, out of embarrassment you quickly let go and backed up.

“Darling?” Aziraphale.

“Sorry, I didn’t-“ you get off when Aziraphale takes your hand in his, gently stroking your knuckles with his thumb.

“It’s alright my dear, I liked it. And to be honest I like you too, I always have since I met you 6,000 years ago.” He smiles.

“That’s a relief because I’ve been pining for you since we met.” A single tear runs down your face, the angel wipes it away while staring lovingly into your eyes.

“May I?” He asks, taking a glance at your lips.

“Please,” breathlessly you nod.

He cradles your face in his strong but incredibly gentle hands, his lips slot perfectly against yours as you two kiss one another for a moment before pulling away, panting slightly.

“That was lovely.” Aziraphale said after a moment of silence.

“Yeah, now I really love kissing.” You say but Azira feels you want to say more.

“So, does this make us a couple?” You ask.

“I suppose so, but it’s whatever makes you comfortable my love.” He replied.

“So we can cuddle and do all the things couples do?” You ask, a hopeful smile crosses your face, your question gets answered with a peck to your cheek.

“Yes.” He chuckles.

Suddenly your apartment door opens revealing Crowley.

“FINALLY!” He yells as happily as he can manage given he’s a demon.

“Thank you Crowley.” You laugh at the demons antics.

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Thank you for reading!

#good omens #aziraphale #crowley #aziraphale good omens #aziraphale x reader #aziraphale x you #aziraphale x y/n

[pastelwitchling]

Could you do a continuation of chapter 31 in part one of your one shot collection please? I love that you are doing these. It's the highlight of my week reading your stories 🙂

@ashleymarie1684

Sequel to this fic.

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              Alex’s head swam.

              He’d wondered when he’d first woken up in the dark and dingy space if they’d filled the room with water, anything to explain the rushing in his ears, but no. It was whatever drug they’d doused him with that was bringing him in and out of consciousness every couple of hours. He had no idea what time it was, but assumed it was some time in the morning. It had been the middle of the night when his father’s soldiers had crashed into his cabin.

              The memory brought on another that had Alex yanking and gritting his teeth against the constraints around his wrists and ankles, keeping him tied to the chair. Kyle. He was supposed to have come by when Alex had been taken. Had he managed to miss the soldiers? Had he come after all, in the wrong place at the wrong time, and was being kept in another room? Or worse, had they seen Kyle, decided they didn’t want any witnesses, and . . .

              Alex shook his head at the thought, eyes shut tight against the fear clouding his senses every time he imagined Kyle in danger. The only person who’d stood by Alex, who wanted him, now in trouble because of him.

              Then he heard it. Footsteps. Alex tensed, listening intently to the strange voices. Some men he didn’t recognize, some he did. He shook in his chair.

              “Hey!” he snapped, the beating against his temples making it hard to breathe, but he was thoroughly pissed and didn’t care. “Assholes! Is my father too scared to see me himself? WHERE IS HE?!”

              A low chuckle, a scoff, and Alex’s fists trembled. He was so angry he couldn’t help but think of Michael then. If he was here, he’d be able to yank these ropes off with a flick of his finger. He would blow the door off its hinges and blast those men apart. Some alien powers would be really helpful right now.

              Would Michael even know that Alex was gone? Would Kyle have told him? Of course he would’ve, because Kyle was fine and worried somewhere far away and safe, and he would’ve wanted any help he could get to bring Alex back.

              Then a frightening thought struck. What if Michael didn’t care enough to come?

              Alex grit his teeth against the possessiveness. Thoughts of Michael were even worse. He heard more muffled noise from outside, and he ducked his head, bracing himself to either start screaming again or guard himself from whatever horrors followed through that door. Then—

              Alex looked up suddenly as a scream wrenched the air, eyes wide and brows furrowed. The men at his door said something incoherent and their shadows disappeared from the hallway as they ran in the direction of the shouting.

              Alex listened intently, shifting in his chair as much as possible, but it was bolted to the ground. His heart hammered in his chest, but he held his breath, his military training kicking in as he tried to discern what was going on.

              More thuds, more indistinct screaming, and silence. Alex felt like the very air had turned still. Then his door burst open and he gasped, straightening in his chair as none other than Michael Guerin stood in the doorway, looking like a demented angel out of hell in a cowboy hat.

              “G-Guerin?” Alex blinked several times to make sure he wasn’t hallucinating.

              Michael exhaled a shaky breath, storming up to Alex, his hand held up. Alex’s constraints fell away and Michael pulled him up by his forearm, looking him over for injuries. His fingers were trembling on Alex’s arm and his jaw was clenched tight enough to draw blood as his other hand gently traced the bruise on Alex’s cheek.

              “Guerin,” Alex murmured, “what—”

              Michael cut him off by yanking him into his arms, his hold on Alex like a vice, keeping him close. His whole body shuddered as he slid a hand into Alex’s hair, face buried in the crook of his neck. “You’re okay,” he breathed. “You’re okay.”

              “Yeah,” Alex murmured, confused and afraid and overwhelmed with another feeling that he didn’t want to go near. Michael was here. He had come. Should Alex have been so shocked? “Yeah, m’okay.”

              “It’s okay,” Michael said again, holding Alex tight enough that it hurt to breathe, his fingers gripping Alex’s hair at the roots. If Alex didn’t know any better, he might’ve thought that Michael was trying to reassure himself that Alex really was safe.

              This was confirmed when Michael pressed his lips to the shell of Alex’s ear, sending shivers down his spine, and promised, “I’m going to look after you now. No one else will ever touch you again.”

              Alex’s hands shook. What was Michael saying? Had he forgotten everything that had happened between them? Had he forgotten that he’d left Alex waiting for him in the cold, only for Alex to go to the Wild Pony and find him kissing someone else? Had he forgotten that he’d broken Alex’s heart beyond repair?

              Because Alex hadn’t. No matter how badly wished he could.

              He put his hands on Michael’s waist, about to gently pry him off, when someone else followed him into the room. Max, Isobel, and—

              “Kyle,” he breathed, and ran from Michael’s arms into Kyle’s open embrace instead. “You’re okay,” he whimpered, hugging his shoulders, all his Air Force captain habits out the window as his best friend stood before him, unharmed. “Thank God you’re okay.”

              Kyle hugged him tight, almost picking him up off the floor, and Alex melted into his embrace in a way he couldn’t against Michael. Kyle was a safe blanket, warm and comforting, and Alex knew this was someone he could count on. He smushed his face against Kyle’s shoulder, not caring who was watching as he pressed his lips to the side of Kyle’s neck and breathed in his faint tree scent. His best friend, his safe haven, was here and he was okay.

              “Alex,” a choked voice said somewhere behind him, and Alex, bruised and weak and tired, couldn’t deal with it. He just wanted to go home and go to bed, and forget the entire night happened.

              As if hearing his thoughts, Kyle gently pulled back and murmured, “Hey, look at me.” He cupped Alex’s jaw, thumb grazing the edge of the bruise on Alex’s cheekbone, and Alex’s shoulders scrunched. Kyle glanced at Michael over Alex’s shoulder and looked back at Alex before he said, “Let’s get you home.”

              Alex swallowed his gratitude and nodded. No matter what else happened, at least he had someone who really cared about him.

              *

              Alex wouldn’t look at Michael.

              Kyle wrapped an arm around his shoulders and led him out of the abandoned building Michael had dug up in his search through the Project Shepherd files, but Alex stayed glued to Kyle’s side, as if afraid of being without him for a second.

              As if Michael was going to hurt him if he wasn’t under Kyle’s protection.

              “Michael,” Max quietly hissed, “you’re levitating the damn cars.”

              Michael swallowed, fists clenched so tightly that his nails carved into his palms, his eyes never moving off Alex, even as Alex’s never came near him.

              When they finally got him back to the cabin, Alex started to reach for a broom before Kyle grabbed his arm and demanded, “Bed. Now.”

              “But—”

              “I’ll take care of this. Go.”

              Alex’s eyes softened and his smile turned so unbearably fond that after he’d disappeared down the hallway and his bedroom door closed, Michael said, “I’m helping.”

              Kyle didn’t look the least bit surprised, and he sighed. “I figured.”

              They were hours into clearing up the debris from the break-in when Kyle suddenly asked, “Why’d you do it?”

              Michael smirked bitterly. “Kiss someone else, you mean?”

              “No, Guerin,” Kyle stopped sweeping, fixing Michael with a weary look. Now that they knew that Alex was safe and sound, all the fight seemed to have drained out of him. “Why’d you leave him waiting? You knew he was there,” he shook his head. “How could you do it? How’d you live with yourself?”

              He didn’t sound angry or outraged, but genuinely curious. Like he couldn’t imagine anyone being happy having turned their back on Alex. Maybe it was that honesty that made Michael want to share his own truth.

              “I didn’t,” he said, and set his own broom aside, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall. “It wasn’t about kissing Maria, okay? You were right, it was about hurting Alex, and . . . I wanted to hurt him. He cared about me and he loved me and I hated it because . . . it was just that much more to lose.” He smirked. “I’ve never had anyone like Alex. I pretended to get angry when he kept leaving, but it was kind of a relief. I didn’t know how to hold onto someone like him, and if he left and he hated me for it, then I could blame him and stay angry.”

              Kyle stared, considering, then he scoffed. “You didn’t just hurt him, Guerin,” he said simply. “You killed him.”

              Michael’s smirk cracked, and he nodded. “I know.”

              He tilted his head, and said, “Do you regret it?”

              Michael glared. “You already know the answer to that.”

              He nodded. Then, to Michael’s surprise, asked, “What would you do to get him back . . . and keep him this time?”

              “I . . .” he shook his head, confused, traitorous hope climbing his chest. “Anything. I’d do anything.”

              Kyle looked away, apparently thinking hard. His lips pursed and his eyes shut in resignation, and he said, “You better mean that, Guerin.”

              *

              “No.”

              “Alex, I’m not asking you to go on a date with the guy,” Kyle said. After his conversation with Michael, he had gone to Alex’s bedroom, and was unsurprised to find him lying in bed with his eyes open, wide awake. He wanted to believe that Alex was awake because he was thinking about Kyle in the next room, but he knew it had less to do with him and everything to do with the angry cowboy on the other side of the door. Kyle was too nice for his own good sometimes.

              “Kyle, no.”

              “Just hear him out,” he said now as he sat on the edge of Alex’s bed.

              “What’re you doing?” Alex demanded, turning to face him, a plea in his eyes. “Why’re you pushing him on me?”

              “Alex—”

              “You’re supposed to be my friend, not his. You’re supposed to care about me, not him.”

              “What do you think I’m doing?” Kyle said, chuckling fondly despite himself. “What do you think this is? Alex, you miss him.”

              He clenched his jaw. “No, I don’t.”

              “You love him, and you’re denying it just to punish him.”

              “No, I’m not.”

              “And that would be fine,” Kyle said, taking Alex’s hand in his. “Hell, you know I can be a vindictive bastard if I really want to, and I can’t stand what he did to you . . .” he hesitated, licking his lips, “and if it was only punishing him, I wouldn’t say anything. But you’re hurting yourself, and I can’t let you do that.”

              Alex’s lower lip trembled and he shook his head, but he didn’t say anything. The last of Kyle’s hope shattered, but he swallowed the pain down. This was about Alex, damn it. Someone had to put him first, and this would be Kyle’s last chance to do it.

              “I thought,” Alex’s voice cracked, “I thought you wanted me.”

              Kyle looked down. That. That was enough to almost break him, because the hope was unbearable. “I do,” he whispered, a confession he would never be able to make again. “And if Michael wasn’t here and your heart didn’t already belong to him, I would kiss you right now, Alex. But he is, and it does, and I won’t let you sacrifice what you want because of fear.” He cupped Alex’s cheek briefly, then let his hand fall, and managed the barest of smiles. “You’re too brave for that.”

              *

              Michael was wringing his hands outside Alex’s bedroom. Kyle had left half an hour ago with a single warning to Michael to “fix it, Guerin. Because this’ll be the last time I ever walk away from him. Understand?”

              Michael had said nothing, but knew the threat when he heard it. If he messed up with Alex again, Kyle would be there to fix it instead, and he wouldn’t use Michael to do it. The thought was enough to make Michael open the door, wincing as the wood creaked. Alex sat in bed, one knee pulled up to his chest. He rested his forearm on it, eyes outside the window at the now setting sun. He looked exhausted and miserable. Michael knocked softly.

              “Can I come in?”

              Alex’s shoulders fell, like he’d hoped Michael had left, but nodded anyway. Michael shut the door behind him. If Alex was going to kick him out, Michael would make it as hard as possible. He came around the bed to sit a mere few feet away from him when Alex’s eyes shifted, and Michael moved to sit by his ankle instead.

              They sat in silence for a long time. Alex didn’t look willing to speak to Michael, and Michael pursed his lips. “You hate me that much, Private?”

              Alex sighed, and looked away. Every inch of his body looked tense, like he might either attack or leap away if Michael tried to touch him. He played with his fingers, dirt under the nails, unwashed grease still clinging to his wrists. Alex used to love his touch, lean towards Michael whenever he was close like he couldn’t help himself.

              “Only Valenti gets to touch you?”

              “He doesn’t hurt me,” Alex said, and Michael flinched. He hated how fair the accusation was.

              “Alex—”

              “Stop,” he shut his eyes and turned away, hugging himself as if to keep a shield between himself and Michael. “Just . . . I don’t need to hear it, Guerin. I can’t . . . I can’t hear the excuses, I can’t listen to the apologies, and I sure as hell can’t give you my blessings, if that’s what you want, because I don’t want you to date anyone. I know it makes you miserable, but I . . . I can’t give you to anyone else. You’re mine. You always have been and you always will be, you’re just mine, Guerin. No matter how much we both hate it, I can’t let you go. And I won’t. So if you want to be with Maria or I don’t care who, you’ll have to do it while my heart breaks, and live with that, just like I will.”

              Michael stared. And stared and stared and stared. Alex still wasn’t looking at him, but his knuckles were white on where he was grabbing his arms, and . . . he wasn’t letting go. He wasn’t taking any of it back, or kicking Michael out, or handing him over to anyone else.

              Michael’s eyes burned and he sniffed, looking away only long enough for Alex to finally glance at him, like he was worried Michael would fight him on it. As if Michael wanted to be anywhere else.

              Michael sniffled, roughly wiped his eyes, then he wordlessly took Alex’s face in his hands and crashed their mouths together.

              “Mmh!” Alex moaned against his lips, and Michael swallowed the sound down. He tried to pull away, but Michael tilted his head and slotted their mouths together, deepening the kiss. He cupped the back of Alex’s head safely before it hit the headboard, Michael hovering over him in his clothes, both knees bracketing Alex’s legs as his hand cupped his cheek, devouring Alex’s mouth with all the pent-up frustration and misery and hope and love he’d been holding in the past several weeks, months, years.

              “Don’t stop touching me, Private,” Michael whispered against his lips when they pulled back to breathe, his voice choked and pleading. “I might die if you stop touching me.”

              Alex searched Michael’s face, looking—there was no other word for it—afraid. He brought his hands down to tentatively take Michael’s waist.

              “But . . . you . . .”

              “Never let me go,” Michael said, eyes shut as he pressed their foreheads together, “because I’ll never let you go either. Ever again.”

              That was all it took, as always, for Alex to understand Michael’s every thought and fear. Why he’d done what he’d done and what he’d really wanted. His lower lip trembled, and Michael thought his heart would truly shatter if he ever made his Alex cry again.

              But then Alex hugged Michael more closely to him and against his lips, with a ferocity befitting only the bravest Manes man, said, “You better not, Guerin.”

              And he kissed him, gripping Michael’s waist as their tongues slid against one another and Alex arched his body up into his. Michael pulled away only to take his jacket off, and as Alex helped him quickly unbutton his shirt, said, “By the way, you ever leave me to hug Valenti instead and I swear to God, Private . . .”

              Alex scoffed, his eyes darkening as they fell on Michael’s bare chest. “I think we still have some ways to go before you can start being possessive, Guerin.”

              Michael laid down on top of him, kissing each of his eyes, his cheeks, his nose, and brow raised, in all seriousness, he said, “Start?”

              Alex laughed, and Michael kissed that too.

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Happy malex Monday ❤️

#alex manes #michael guerin #malex #malex fic #roswell new mexico #roswell nm #tyler blackburn #michael vlamis

[aleksa-sims]

RL Story

Finding a place to live, turned out to be an even more difficult task, than the divorce last week.... N. and I have been looking for a new home for weeks. It was difficult to find something that we both like & fit our budget. I wanted the perfect place for us and our Baby. AND, I didn’t want to have to move constantly, like the last 2 years. I had enough of it! That’s why I was willing to spend a little more money than usual for our new home. But N. was somehow of a different opinion.

However, slowly I became desperate. I didn’t feel like looking for apartments anymore. I was pregnant! My legs were killing me and this apartment we visited did not suit me. I mean, it was a beautiful place. There were 2 bedrooms, but one of them was way too small. Only a singel bed fits in that room. Sorry but that's not a bedroom for me. Rather a.... storage room. N. noticed that I was somehow..... unhappy.

Nico: I thought you’d like this place.

Me: Agh, it doesn't matter..... You make all the decisions for us. I have nothing to say anyway. Especially when it comes to financial stuff. I have no money compared to you. 😒

Nico: Do you think I have cash comming out of my ass?

Me: No! But if you weren't so stingy, we would already have an apartment, a perfect home for us and our son! I have the feeling that our future is not important enough for you. A home costs money! You have to understand that! And I don’t feel like moving again in a year, which is also a waste of money in the long run.

Nico: Ok! So you want us to buy this one apartment that we both liked. But.... it's not finished yet!! We need a home, NOW!

Me: That’s why I’m so stressed! We haven’t achieved anything yet! We haven’t even bought a bed for our Baby, we don’t have a home, N.! And those damn social workers from the hospital are gonna come by soon, to check me out. It's-.... Idk? Idk what to do? 😫

Nico: Don’t worry. I have something I want to show you. I think after that, you’ll feel better.

Me: What? 😩

Nico: Let’s go to my Mom’s. She got something for us. I helped her and... well,  I wanted to surprise you.

Me: I’m tired, N.! I know, I’m such a buzzkill, but I’m not in the mood to visit your Mom right now.

Nico: Ok, but tomorrow, I’ll show you what I got for you.

Me: And what do we do about the apartment I want? We have to decide, otherwise someone else gets it. I have to let them know!

Nico: At home you just explain me, why you think this apartment is a good investment for us. We will discuss this together in peace again. If you’re actually right, I don’t mind. We’ll buy the apartment you want. But we also need a temporary home, yk?

Me: I’ve got it all figured out. I’ll explain it to you. 🙂 C'mon, let's go home.

Let’s see if I can convince N.?.... Of course I can! I'll get what I want! At least.... this time, I got what I want. 😬

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Character(s): Mikey

Type of reader: M!Reader

Category: Angst

Warning(s):

Edited: ❌

Idea from: @reallyromealone

Parts: P2

Note: Just in a shitty mood don’t mind me 🙂

“Why the hell are you leaving Toman, Mikey?!” You asked the male with surprised eyes.

“I don’t have to give you a reason, Y/n. I just want to.” Mikey said as he folded his arms and didn’t bother looking you in the eyes.

“Oh yes you do! You created Toman for fucks sake. Why would you just go ahead and abandon it just to create something that will never have the same meaning?!” You shouted at him and slammed your foot down on the concrete ground.

“I thought you cherished it more than anything..” Mikey exhaled through his nose before turning his head to look at you and unfolded his arms.

“I think we should break up as well while I’m here.” Mikey said making your body freeze in place.

“…what..?” You said. “You’re joking right?” You were beyond shock. Mikey wanted to leave a gang he created and also leave you? How absurd.

“I’m serious, Y/n. It’s best if we end things here and you forget about me. I have to leave anyways. Goodbye.” Mikey did as he said and left. But you didn’t move from the spot you were at until rain started pouring down hard.

Slowly, you walked and walked, not knowing where you’d end up till you arrived at a familiar door. It was Takemitchi’s house door. You rang the bell and waited a couple seconds till the door opened.

“Who- Y/n?! What are you doing out in the rain?! It’s pouring out here you’ll catch a cold!” Takemitchy screeched, his eyes widened from being worried and surprised. He pulled you inside and quickly got you a towel to put over yourself.

“Are you okay?” He asked. Just from those three simple words, your eyes had started filling up with tears and your burst out into sobs. “What’s wrong? Are you in pain?” Takemitchy asked and rubbed your back not caring if it’s wet.

“H-…He broke up…with me..!” You sobbed out making your cries louder than before. Takemitchy knew just by you saying ‘he’ it was Mikey. Takemitchy carefully led you to a chair in which you sat down on.

“Everything’s alright Y/n…breath.” Takemitchy hushed you as he tried his best to calm you down, but it didn’t really work.

Having someone you’ve known since elementary and dating in middle school all the way to high school only for them to end things there felt like thousands of needles stabbing into your heart. It was unbearable.

Takemitchy had given you some tea in which you took a couple sips of after your sobbing session died down a little bit and all you did was small sniffles and whimpers. Later on once you completely calmed down you looked numb. 

“Yeah..I tried giving him something to eat but he wouldn’t even look at it. He would just stare at the wall.” Takemitchy told Chifuyu over the phone.

“I seriously can’t believe Mikey would just abandon him like that. He knows how much Y/n cherishes him.” Chifuyu sighed. “I’m going home..” You suddenly said as you got up from the couch.

“Wait! You’re not even mentally ok right now Y/n. Please just stay here for a little bit longer..” Takemitchy said as he quickly went over to you and stopped you from going to the front door.

“Just move, Takemitchy.” You pushed him aside and he didn’t bother to interfere as he watched you leave and walked to the direction of your home.

Once you arrived back to your house, you kicked your shoes off and walked to your room.

You had changed out of your previous wet clothes and laid down on your bed curled into a fetus position before turning on your phone and went straight to the messages which consisted of a couple Toman members, your family and friends, and…Mikey.

You hesitantly pressed on his name and tried typing something only for a message that said you’re blocked to pop up in bold red letters and that’s when your phone turned off due to not being charged.

You moved your face to your pillow muffling a choked sob as all the good memories and bad memories flooded back in.

No matter how bad those times were with Mikey you loved them and kept them close.

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