#Es has too much moms

[hauntingblue]

#i knew that wasn't momo omg...... that fucking witch....... #ODEN GET UP!!! THAT WAS JUST ONE HIT!!! #shinobu is gonna free them omg mvp.... omg tsuru..... #BOILED ALIVE????? the guard omg.... #wtf. the worst part is that you know its going to work. but how. #talking tag #watching one piece #episode 972 #i cant believe they will make the oden isnt oden without being boiled work. but they made the frog that swims crole style work so..... #jesus christ oden... AND EVERYONE ELSE??? oh jesus christ (x2) atlas moment #kaido es un cachondo.... they ARE in the pot.... #there is no way this man inst a d.... like there must be something else... but big mom is weirdly strange too and isnt one either... #but still its not the same.... big mom is just strong and not like formidable... you know what i mean... well ace wasnt that much either... #still this man is something else... also toki was born 800 years ago when joyboy was still around??? HELLO??? before the empty century???? #or after but still.... important #oden has some jesus christ like followers.... 9 samurais and shinobu (mary magdalene)... you wouldnt get it... 🚬 #so they would just leave..... damn.... #episode 973 #the people begging orichi for oden omg..... #whooo was attacking wano when the kozukis closed the country down??? WHOOO #oden remembering shirohige in his last moments... he misses him so bad.... #jesus christ..... executed....... kaido is such a wussy #his name must be a joke of destiny.... jesus christ.... the people remembering that phrase... #episode 974 #these flashbacks so far have been: oden lore. GROUNDBREAKING ONE PIECE ESSENTIAL INFORMATION. oden lore. (not saying oden lore is bad btw) #SEE. HOW DOES HE KNOW ABOUT THE WAR. AND ABOUT 20 YEARS. HE KNEW ABOUT HIS DEATH. HE KNEW. #I THOUGHT TOKI KNEW. omg he laughed on her face when she said he won't die omg. HE KNEW. WAS IT WRITTEN ON LAUGHTALE ABOUT LUFFY? #ABOUT THE GREAT WAR?? JUST HOW THE SEA BEASTS KNEW ABOUT SHIRAHOSHI??? #oh this is where the cat and dog got their beef. BUT SEE HE IS TELLING THEM TO GO TO ZOU WHEN THEY GET IN TORUBLE. AND WHAT HAPPENED. LUFFY! #episode 975

[spider999sposts]

Pretty girls—Miguel O'Hara

🕸synopsis: you might've really lucked out choosing this one to be the father of your child.

🕸tags: fem!reader × Miguel O'Hara

🕸genre: fluff...mostly :)

🕸author's note: hi. this has nothing to do with all the projects I've got going on. I've had a really shitty day so this was like a comfort fic for me. hope you enjoy <3

Crying. Again. It was the third time this night. You were on the brink of losing it. You tried everything, feeding her, boiling some soothing leaves and bottle feeding her, changing her perfectly clean diapers, holding her and lulling her to sleep. It all worked momentarily, only for her to start crying again.

Your body was exhausted and you were about to cry, but you shook your head. This is parenthood. You knew it was going to be hard.

So you sat up and sighed, readying yourself to find some creative way to lull her to sleep again. As you got up, you felt your husband's hands pull you back onto the matress.

"Lo manejaré, amor."

[I'll handle it, love.]

He sounded extremly sleepy. You shook your head. "No, you have work tommrow, Mig. I—"

"You deserve to rest. I don't mind. Try to sleep a little."

He moved over and kissed your forehead, kicking off the blanket and moving over to the crib beside your bed. You watched him lean down, and pick her up. She was so small compared to him, and it was always so hesrtwarming watching her cuddle closer to him as soon as he picked her up. Her cries got a little less loud.

"Cariño, realmente has cansado a mamá." He whispered, his big hands on her back, supporting it. "¿Qué es? Habla con papá."

[Darling, you've really tired mommy. What is it? Talk to daddy.]

He started moving from side to side, and she calmed down even more, now cooing, as if replying to him. "Mhm, mhm.." Miguel looked over at you, then gave you a lopsided smile. "Let's go out, mija. Your mom needs her beauty sleep." He winked at you, then headed out of the bedroom door, closing it behind him.

You tried to sleep, but with no avail. You've awoken too much to be able to go back to your slumber. And it didn't help that you didn't have Miguel to cuddle near you. You stayed in bed for a few minutes, then, you heard it.

Music.

It was low, and soft. But it was there. Curiosity filled you. It couldn't be the neighbours, the music wasn't that loud. It was coming from outside.

You got up, putting on Miguel's robe and stepping out of the room.

"Mm, you like this song, Gabi?" Miguel was still as shirtless as he was when he went to bed, only wearing his sweats. Gabriella was resting her head on his shoulder, sucking on her pacifier. Her eyes were fluttering, and her fists were opening and closing around her father's arm, squeezing his skin. He was humming to her, the song playing was the one you danced to at your wedding. "Can't wait to show you the wedding photos, Mija. Tu madre se veía hermosa." Gabriella cooed. "Tsk, yeah, just like you. You get your pretty looks from her, don't you?" He kissed her head, one full of thick brown hair like his, and continued to gently sway from side to side, to the beat of the music.

[Your mother looked gorgeous.]

You moved a bit closer, not wanting to disturb them. It was one thing that Gabriella was finally actually going to sleep, but this sight infront of you was something you wished you could freeze. If you could pause your life, it would always be paused at this moment.

You set your head against the wall, watching them sway. Miguel had queit the singing voice, and it was really cute. You didn't get to hear it often, he always acted all serious when you even mentioned it. But here he was. Singing softly to his daughter.

"Mm, you're growing so fast, Gabi.."He hummed, "I'm sorry I'm not here as much as I should be. Leaving your mother to be with you all the time. It's not fair to either of you." You never really complained to him, or even mentioned being upset at him not spending enough time with the both of you. You loved spending time with Gabi, and you just wished he'd be there more often so he would watch her grow up along side you. To know he's feeling like this made you a little upset. You wanted to comfort him.

"I promise that'll change from tommrow. I got that promotion, just don't tell mom yet, okay? I want to take her out and tell her then." He patted her back, "Nuestro pequeño secreto, hm, mija?"

[Our little secret, hm, dear?]

Seems like you'll have to pretend you didn't hear that.

You moved, and the wood creaked underneath you. Gabriella let out a little sound, but she fell back asleep queitly after. Miguel turned to look at you, a sleepy smile on his face.

"Couldn't sleep?" He whispered. You walked over to him, taking his robe off of you and placing it on his shoulders. "Not without you.." Miguel chuckled, his hands wrapping around your waist from the other side, pulling you close. "Mm, Mis chicas guapas.." He kissed your head like he'd done with Gabriella earlier.

[My pretty girls.]

"She only slept when I picked her up and held her close to me. Just like her mother." He joked. You cuddled near him, putting your hand on his chest, your head on his shoulder. He was securing Gabriella with one arm, and pulling you closer with the other. "Mm, maybe she likes you more than she likes me. A daddy's girl."

"Tsk, how could anyone like me more than you, amor?" You hummed, his warmth and scent calming your fried nerves. "Come, I'm sure she's asleep by now." He took your hand in his, leading you back to the room.

You watched as Miguel put Gabriella down gently into her crib, kiss her forehead, then turn to you. He didn't say anything, just gently took your hands and led you outside.

With the music still playing, you put both your hands on his chest, while both of his wrapped around your waist. His head rested on top of yours as the both of you swayed to the music.

"Can you imagine the day of Gabi's quince?" You mumbled, closing your eyes. "Or her wedding? I know she's still so small, but the thought of her growing up so fast.."

"Mm, I can't imagine them to be honest. I think I want her to stay like this. I don't like the idea that she will have to let go of me eventually." He replied, his grip around your waist tightening just a bit. You giggled, no matter how he tried to hide it, he was the biggest softie at heart. "I take you won't like it when she gets her first boyfriend."

"Hmph, let's get you to bed, amor." You laughed at his attitude. His little pout and furrowed brows. "I'm only joking, hermoso," You tip toed, leaving a tender kiss on the corner of his mouth. "But you're right, we should get to bed."

Once you've turned off the music, and you returned to the bed, a sense of comfort washed over you as Miguel wrapped his arms around you for the night.

However hard life was as of now, you were just glad to have your sweet husband to help you push through it.

—

"LYLA?"

She zipped beside him, the glow of her hologram reflecting against his tired crimson eyes.

"What...am I doing? That isn't leading me to where he is." His eyes never left the screen as he watched his counterpart. His counterpart who had a beautiful daughter, and a wife who loved him so dearly. His counterpart who was laying on a soft bed with the woman he loved near him, wrapped so tightly in his arms.

"Well," LYLA frowned, almost sorrowful.

"You weren't really able to save your version of her in your universe, were you?"

#miguel spiderverse #marvel #lyla spiderverse #gwen stacy #gabriella o’hara #miguel o'hara #hobie brown #atsv pavitr #into the spider verse #across the spiderverse #astv miguel #miguel x reader #miguel spiderman #miguel x you #miguel o hara fluff #miguel o hara angst #spider noir #spider punk #spider gwen #spiderman 2099 #spiderman #spider man: across the spider verse

[serafilms]

song 53! magic (one direction) + percy jackson requested by @isabelboo (2023 spotify wrapped event)

you, you’ve got this spell on me, i don’t know what to believe, kissed you once now i can’t leave

Percy isn’t really sure how or when it started, but he’s pretty sure you’ve put some kind of curse on him.

His thoughts are consumed by you day and night. His vision tunnels in on you every time you’re around. Whenever you talk to him, all he can do is think of your lips. It’s excruciating. It’s nauseating. And it’s definitely affecting his daily activities, he thinks as he sits, dazed in the infirmary, with a stab wound (a very minor one!) in his side.

It has to be some kind of magic, he thinks, because he’s never felt like this. Maybe some voodoo? Maybe a trick by Hecate as vengeance for defeating the Titans. Maybe you’ve been slipping him potions in his food. It could be anything, and Percy is not as well-versed in magic knowledge as some other people at camp, so he has no idea.

But he finds himself always looking for you, asking after you. He finds himself trailing after you always, and depressed when you’re not around.

The strangest part is that nobody else seems to notice anything out of the ordinary, and he’s too afraid to ask them about it.

He mentioned something about it to Annabeth once, but she merely waved him off.

(“It’s like I can only think of Y/N,” he said.

Annabeth looked over her notes distractedly. “Uh huh, yeah, that’s great, Percy. Hey, since you’re not being any help here, would you mind getting Y/N so they can help me finish the Capture the Flag plans?”

Percy blinked. “Okay?”)

He thinks it must have started somewhere between all the times you held his hand to lead him somewhere, or the times he stood behind you to help correct your sword fighting posture, or the times you touched his hands and arms to correct his archery posture. He always ended up blushing furiously after each of those ordeals.

Or maybe it started that time he kissed you. Although, technically, you’d kissed him first (on the cheek, nothing crazy!) before he went off to face Kronos.

But then again, Percy had been the one to kiss you on the lips when he found you again after.

(“Percy!”

He heard the call of his name, registered your voice, and his head was already whipping around to find you. He found you, a strained look on your face as you hobbled towards him, and Percy rushed towards you.

No sooner had you steadied yourself by holding onto his forearms than he had leaned forwards and kissed you on the lips.)

But Percy couldn’t help it! He’d just been so worried about you, and so relieved to find you alive. He thinks maybe during one of those kisses you transferred your evil little spell.

Still, he hoped that kiss might have meant something to you, more than friendship, but you hadn’t gotten the chance to talk about it, since you’d collapsed on your broken ankle right after.

Even until now, you two have never really discussed what you are, or what the kiss/es entail for your future relationship. Because magic spell or not, Percy’s endless thoughts about you have him planning out your future (however much of it you can plan for two demigods who face certain death before their prime). An apartment in New York, close enough to his mom and Paul but not so close that it’s overbearing, college and planning schedules to match up, weekends out with your friends laughing and eating and watching movies and doing normal teenager things.

That’s all he wants. But he’ll settle for the lingering touches and smiles he gets from you for now.

But this curse, spell, whatever (because gods forbid Percy Jackson admit he’s in love with you before he’s sure you’re in love with him. They kissed you, Percy! What more do you need, for Zeus’ sake) is seriously becoming a problem, because somebody explain to him how from 30 feet away, Percy managed to see an Ares camper headed straight for you and make it over the battlefield in time to intercept it. With his own abdomen.

It was a stupid mistake, he acknowledges now. He’s been through countless battles, and he knows he could’ve incapacitated the camper from behind, or just knocked the spear out of his hand or something. But something about seeing you in danger just sets alight a fire in his mind that burns through any rational thought, leaving only an urge to stop you from getting hurt.

A little inconvenient now that he’s wincing on an infirmary bed with his side burning up. But at least you’re okay. And oh, look! It’s you! He’s not sure if he’s hallucinating now, or if you’re really standing in front of him.

“Seaweed brain,” you say, sniffling.

Okay, definitely you.

“Hey Y/N,” Percy says meekly. His side still feels like it’s on fire but his heart feels warmer with you here.

You take his hand and his heart aches at the tears in your eyes. “Hey, I’m fine,” he assures, ignoring the fact that he is definitely not fine.

“You’re an idiot, is what you are.”

“Yeah, that too.”

You look at him, at the ridiculous little smile he’s giving you to reassure you, at the bandages around his waist, and his hand in yours, and you lurch forwards and press your lips to his.

Percy jolts in surprise and feels his abdomen screaming at him from the movement, but kisses back nonetheless, feeling your lips on his once more and your tongue graze his bottom one.

When you pull back, he stares at you in a daze. If kissing is how you kept this spell on him, he is okay with being under it forever.

“You’re ridiculous, Percy Jackson,” you say, “but I love you.”

He swears his heart has never felt this warm. “I love you too.”

(“Sorry,” Leo says, looking rather gobsmacked, “they weren’t already dating?”

“Leo!” Piper throws her hands up in exasperation.

He smacks his cheeseburger back down on his plate and stares at the faces of his friends. Jason and Frank also look rather miffed, but the girls are all rolling their eyes. “Excuse me for being surprised! They’ve known each other since they were, what, 13?”

“12, actually,” answers Annabeth.

“12! When Percy woke up on the other side of America, the only name he could remember was Y/N’s, right?”

“Correct,” says Frank.

“And we spent ages on the Argo II, during which they got caught in the stables—“

“They were just talking,” says Hazel.

“—and they fell into Tartarus together! Because he refused to let go of her hand! They literally went all the way to hell, all the way through hell, and back out, together!”

Nobody says a word, all looking at Leo.

“You’re telling me,” Leo says, breathing very intensely as though he just found out that his pet dog has been run over, “that during that entire time, neither of them asked each other out?”

“Nope,” says Annabeth matter-of-factly, “and he also kissed Y/N on his 16th birthday.”

“Man,” Jason sighs, “talk about slow burn.”)

#percy jackson imagines #percy jackson x reader #percy jackson imagine #percy jackson #heroes of olympus #hoo #pjo #percy jackson and the olympians #pjo x reader #pjo imagines #pjo imagine #written works ! #2023 spotify wrapped event !

[moviestarmartini]

ella es mi fiesta — jude bellingham x hispanic!reader

es la favorita, la mujer más buena / la que más me gusta de todas las nenas / es la mamacita, se me agua la boca / que no más las miro y todo me provoca.

summary: jude has completed his move to madrid, and while you watch him shine, you've got a wedding to plan.

wc: 3.1k

warnings: wedding!! tried not to specify much so it adapts to everything (methinks), good mother/daughter relationship lol, short nsfw but still 18+, brief female masturbation, unprotected sex (not endorsing it!!!), lots and lots of sappy crying, smau at both the beginning and the end, sentences in spanish, a paragraph in spanish will be translated at the end hehe

previous part

A bigger, brighter spotlight started to shine on your fiancé. 

You knew Jude deserved that and more, and you were more than satisfied with his success. If college wasn’t occupying your nights, you saw him at the Bernabeu whenever you could, preferring to sit outside than inside the VIP boxes to feel la afición you grew up with. Feel that passion and support surrounding you, coursing through your veins. 

Nothing had really changed; you still supported him through thick and thin. You cried when he scored a brace against Barcelona, and held him close after the endless recovery hours when he was injured. The fact he was physically closer only improved your relationship further. 

You never knew how much you needed to have him close by. 

But being at Real Madrid had its disadvantages. You barely got to hang out around campus to avoid people asking too many questions, wanting to know more about your relationship with the golden boy. But most of this chatter wasn't even questions about you or him, they were directed towards your relationship. 

The same comments you’d read on Twitter and his Instagram Posts— not yours, considering you decided to keep your account private for the time being. Things ranging from your age, the time you’ve been dating before the proposal to downright wishing you wouldn’t even make it to the wedding and just cancel the engagement. 

You’d discussed these comments with Jude, and his reassurance was more than enough to keep you at peace about your relationship. But the criticism only made your body burn with the necessity to prove everyone wrong. So you kept your head down, concentrating on your studies and planning the wedding on the side. You had bimonthly reports to Jude about the progress of everything, though Denise had been a godsend this whole time. Any decision you needed an opinion on, she was there to provide the most helpful insight when Jude wasn’t able.  

As he settled into the team, the teammates he grew closer to got to meet you, all of them absolutely adoring you and the pair you made with the englishman. 

“When are we getting our wedding party ask? Cama here wants to be the flower man.” Tchouameni joked, elbowing his fellow french national on the ribs as the group exploded with laughter. 

During one of the international breaks Jude surprised you with his return by joining you during a cake tasting. He wasn’t fully recovered from the injury and was sent back, having taken a few hours off to be with his ‘best girl’— he said himself. 

“Shoo, or I’m going to report to the mister that you’re playing hooky.” You stuck your tongue out while dropping him off at Ciudad Real Madrid for his recovery training. The truth was, you had a dress fitting that afternoon. Your mom, Denise, your cousin and your best friend were in attendance. 

You’d find your dream dress at a boutique in the city center, the streets crowded enough for people to recognize you and snap a few blurry pictures entering the shop. None of those wearing the dress, thank goodness, but by the time you found out people started to realize you and Jude were actually getting married that year, you were too elated to care. The dress fit like a glove, and your mom couldn’t help but sob by seeing you in it. She bought it on the spot without much consideration, and considering you were the only girl in your nuclear home, your mother was going all out for her little girl’s wedding. 

As the temperatures dropped, the planning became more frantic. You had fifty calls to make every single day confirming everything, keeping Jude updated and checking one last time for the RSVPs. As November edged in, you only felt more and more nervous. 

“Are we too insane for this? We should’ve waited for two years from now maybe…” You wondered out loud to Jude as you finished the engagement photoshoot. Brunch was your thing, so it was a playful twist on the theme. 

“Look at me,” He incited, taking your face in his hand. His eyes were full of reassurance, and it always surprised you to see how he never doubted anything for a second. “I’ll do whatever you ask of me. If you want to delay it for fifteen years I’ll wait patiently.” The photographer was already packing up his things, but perked up when he noticed the intimate moment going on. He didn’t interrupt, just taking a few candids. 

His understanding just melted away any doubts instead of reinforcing them. You scooted closer in your chair. “I’m not moving anything. The wedding’s in a month, and I couldn’t be happier.” You cooed, your fiancé humming happily as he kissed your forehead. 

When you received the pictures you came to notice those candids turned out to be your favorites. Not that the others looked bad— on the contrary, you both looked stunning— but they transported you back into that moment full of reassurance and love. 

Before you knew it, the last game of the season transpired, along with your last class before exam season took place in January after your Winter vacations. 

After your wedding. 

For your bachelor and bachelorette parties respectively the two of you decided to celebrate during the day so that night the rehearsal dinner could take place at the same cozy chateau the wedding was taking place the next day. It was more of a mixer than anything else, considering Jude had guests come from all over to the event. All of them you knew, since you both agreed to keep it tight knit on both sides. There had also been a sworn secrecy, you’ve giggled for hours reading Twitter threads speculating when your wedding was taking place when it was literally happening right under their noses. 

It had been an hour or so since the last of the guests either drove home or crossed over to stay at the boutique hotel nearby. Both of your families were sleeping in the other rooms in the venue, but the matrimonial bedroom was left for your solitude. 

“Can’t sleep either, eh?” You turned to Jude’s husky voice from the bedroom door. You got up with a nod, watching as he closed the door behind you. “Anxious?” 

“Definitely.” You agreed, pulling him down and into a hug. “Young bride was not something I ever pictured in my resume but that was before I met you.” You muttered, cupping his face and kissing his forehead. 

Jude observed your movements slowly, feeling the cold white gold against his cheek. He turned his face and kissed your palm before taking it in his hand, kissing your fingers, never breaking eye contact. He inched in, nose brushing against you and you knew well enough his intentions. 

“In twenty-four hours we’ll consummate the marriage, Belli-bear; don’t.” You warned him with a playful smile, noticing how he leaned down and kissed your neck slowly. You couldn’t resist, tilting your head back. With all the planning involved, you barely got to see anything of each other, even less intimately. 

“I don’t care.” He grumbled, sliding his hands on your thighs as you stumbled over to the edge of the bed. He sat first, drawing you over to his lap. “I’ve barely seen you in the last two months.” Jude linked your lips together, and you melted right into his lap. It was slow, taking your time. He pulled down the straps of the soft cotton pajamas, letting the top roll down and pool at your waist. 

Your bare chest heaved against his clothed one, and he removed the shirt before his hands cupped your breasts. The tension building up in the room was something you’ve never experienced before; it was mind numbing, almost. 

“I love you.” You muttered something you’ve said so many times previously, but it felt like the first time. You noticed how he swallowed hard, his eyes looking up at you with utter admiration. Instead of replying right away, his hand sneaked under the matching shorts, past your underwear. Your breath hitched, his middle fingers drawing circles slowly. 

“Yo también te amo.” He replied, licking his lips. You slightly raised your brows in surprise; it was usually the other way around. You said it in Spanish and he replied in English. Now his tongue spoke your language with ease each day. Your mouth twitched lightly into a smile, interrupted by a moan as he gathered the slick pooling around his fingers. 

“Let me take you, please.” His begging was sincere, knowing you could easily decline and follow traditions. Not that you hadn’t done it before, but maybe right before your wedding was pushing it. “I’m too eager… I don’t think I can wait until tomorrow. 

You have been feeling his boner pressing against your thigh for a while now, yet again adding to his honesty. Your thoughts were racing a hundred miles per hour, but you concluded there was nothing traditional about this in the first place. The two of you were bending the rules over backwards from the day you met. A smile still rose to your lips, pulling him into a kiss and pushing him onto the bed. 

“Take me now. Tomorrow you’ll do it forever.” You brushed your nose against his, and he switched places to lay on top of you. Without wasting any time he pulled your pajama shorts and underwear down, his own following soon after. 

“Uh, fuck— I forgot,” He looked around the room, trying to figure out if you’d brought any condoms. You pulled his face towards yours, cupping his jaw in your fingers. 

“I’ll take a pill tomorrow.” You noticed how his eyes shone in a way you’d never noticed before, and he caught your lips in his once more, brushing his tip against your entrance. You mewled, feeling the stretch and embracing it warmly. Your fiancé held you against his chest, kissing the top of your head. 

“You feel so warm,” He practically whined, starting to draw out long thrusts. You could barely reply to the praise, trying to keep your moans muffled by hiding your face in his neck. “So perfect for me, my girl.” 

He knew those strained moans like the back of his hand, the kind where you seemed to be choking on air. The way your cunt squeezed him was enough indication. “Yes, baby. Do it, cum for me.” You exhaled in a way it was apparent the permission lifted a weight off your shoulders. He held you closer to his body, allowing your moans to leave your mouth more freely without escaping those four walls. 

The stutter of his hips that came soon after, followed by a string of curses gave away that Jude was close too. You kissed his strong shoulders, giving him words of encouragement as he perched your legs over his shoulders and started a painful pace to find his release. Still, he looked down at you with a fondness that made your heart melt, leaning down for a final kiss as he pulled out and shot ropes of white to cover your lower tummy. 

“How about a warm bath?” He proposed tenderly, and you couldn’t have said no, even if you wanted to. Without even noticing you fell asleep curled up in his chest, the light steam surrounding your bodies. 

You woke up the next day to the empty bed, haven’t felt so well rested in a while. There was some chatter going on downstairs, and you peaked from the bedroom window to notice staff being led by your mother and soon to be mother-in-law assembling the ceremony venue in the vast backyard. The reality soon dawned upon you, and you wanted to throw up from the nerves and scream in glee. 

But that was the last time you were left alone with your thoughts, as a soft knock rang through the room. “Coming! Denme dos minutos!” You sprung up from the bed, quickly fixing the bed and slipping into the silk slip dress you bought for the whole ‘getting ready’ part of it. The house had a great heating system from the dropping temperatures, but you still got a matching bolero in cashmere. Upon opening the door you were greeted by your small wedding party, consisting of your cousin and best friend. Your other female family members were getting ready with you with the same team of hair and makeup. 

The greeting hugs everyone gave you were so different. They were full of warmth, positivity. You had to hold back tears when your mom hugged you, easing up all your nerves. It was as if they were confirming to you that they were there for you, sending all the well wishes for the years to come with a simple embrace. 

You had your favorite breakfast with mimosas before getting ready. Music was blasting, everyone was chatting it up and helping each other. It felt as though you were getting ready for a regular party, until your brother came knocking at the door. “Delivery for the bride.” He smiled, and the room full of women squealed. You were done with your hair already but you were going to be the last to get your makeup done. 

With a smile you kissed your brother on the cheek before ushering him out the door, taking a hold of the large box and placing it on the bed. Upon removing the lid, you gasped at the delicately placed bouquet, the one you were going to be walking down the aisle with. 

“You like it? I helped him choose. He assembled it himself last night after everyone was gone.” Denise came up to you with a warm smile, and you couldn’t help but give her a tearful nod, setting the flowers aside to give her a tight hug. You figured this whole thing was a big change for her, considering how much of a mama’s boy Jude was. 

But that embrace felt just like the others; full of support and well wishes. 

In no time your makeup started and the women got dressed, only leaving your mum to help you with the dress and the veil. “Ay mi princesa.” She exhaled, fanning her eyes as you took a step back to look at yourself in front of the mirror. You took a deep breath in, having to hold back the need to start crying. Your dream wedding dress fit you as perfectly as it did on the first fitting, and the lacy veil was as perfect as it was on your mother all those years back. 

“I think we should head downstairs. Get some pictures of our family together. Jude should be waiting outside already, so there would be no peeking.” She laughed, carefully cleaning away the tears right at the edge of her eyes. 

The following reactions were similar. Your father looked as though he was about to pass out, and your brother was left speechless. But you only cared about one reaction, and you stood perfect for the family pictures as you could only imagine how Jude would react. 

Still the anticipation couldn’t have prepared you to see him shedding real tears as you walked down the garden, unable to stop looking at you. And for a second there, you swore it was just you and him in the entire planet. 

You couldn’t stop looking at each other throughout the whole thing, no matter if you were supposed to look at the officiant. You said your vows first, eyes brimming with tears. “Most importantly, I love how you make me think I’m the brightest star in the world, no matter how bad either of us are feeling. And I promise I’ll drive you everywhere for the rest of our lives, don’t get that license, amor.” You finished with a bitter sweet chuckle. But you couldn’t have expected what Jude had to say next. 

“Uh, I’ve been practicing my vows for the past six months. If there’s any mistakes, just… keep it to yourselves.” The audience chuckled lightly, but they were as intrigued as you were. He started out by saying your name, almost breathless, “Siempre te he dicho que eres la razón por la que creo en el amor a primera vista.” You choked out a sob, as people in the audience gasped. 

Jude had written and learned his vows in Spanish. Without telling a soul. 

He apparently grew more confident, sucking a big breath in. “Y hoy, puedo decir con toda certeza que creo en el amor sincero y eterno. Todo por ti, preciosa,” His bottom lip quivered, noticing how you were made a mess, eyes full of tears. 

“Eres la estrella que alumbra mis días. Mi chauffeur que me lleva a todos los lugares sin que se lo pida.” He cleared his throat, inhaling the tears in. “Gracias por confiar en mí y en nuestro amor para llegar aquí hoy. Te amo.” 

You smiled at him warmly, and knew he would tease you later for having matching vows without knowing. The rest of the ceremony flew by, and Jude really took the ‘you may kiss the bride’ part too seriously. 

“I can’t believe you copied me…” He huffed as you made way inside the mansion, waiting in a separate room for your entrance. “…Mrs. Bellingham.” He practically giggled, and you laughed from the mirror as you were retouching your makeup.

“You’re the one that copied me! I said my vows first, idiot!” You joked, finishing the lip combo before getting to his side, holding his hand to do your entrance to the dining hall. The nerves filled you up and he noticed from the way you shifted your weight from one side to another. 

He kissed your hand and winked, and you knew everything was going to be alright. 

You found out that night most of your guests were hefty drinkers, or at least they had decided to be so for that particular occasion. But you also found out later that night that thank God you ‘consummated your marriage’ the previous night, considering you had to ask for a few of his fellow athlete friends to carry him up to the newlywed couple’s bedroom. You later laid there staring at the ceiling, stomach churning from… anticipation? The drinks? 

But even as Jude was snoring right next to you, you knew deep down everything was going to be alright. 

For the rest of your lives together.

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A/N: my bf still says we can't get married so enjoyyy this delusion i'm using to cope KFDSKLSDFKLV lowk did my dream wedding here but it wasn't at the same time. hope everyone enjoyed this sappy sappy short series !! the translation to jude’s wedding vows are in that lil note in the smau !!!

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Could I request something from the kisses before dinner universe (if you’re taking requests that is!) just es to see the girls trying to do something nice for their parents. Or reader has the girls help her do something nice for Steve since he does so much for them (or vice versa bc mom does so much for them too)

thank you for your request! hope this is okay!! dad!steve x mom!reader, 4.5k

Avery pulls her hat over her ears and grits her teeth, eyes scrunching closed. All the new baby does is cry, cry, and cry. 

"She's loud," Bethie says.

"So loud," Avery say. 

Seconds after, Dove starts to cry, like a bomb being dropped, or a siren call. She wails and wails. The sounds are endless. Avery's hat won't block them out. She throws it across the room, agitated. 

"Stevie," Avery hears you say softly, super tired, "sorry, honey, you don't know where Dove's buppy is?" 

"No idea." 

Avery looks toward her socked feet at the end of the bed, where Dove's baby bottle lays dirty against the rumpled blankets. She grabs it quickly and slides out of bed, careful not to bash into Bethie where they'd been lying down together. Avery just got a brand new TV in her bedroom for her birthday, which means they can be 'lazy excuses for girls' if her dad is to be believed. Avery knows lazy is a bad word, but Steve says it like it's funny. She always laughs. 

"Mom," Avery says, running into Dove's room. 

"What, baby?" you ask absentmindedly, a crying Dove on your hip, hands yanking aside her blankets in search.

"I have her buppy." 

You turn, smiling, grateful and bubbly as you accept the bottle and ruffle her hair. "My life saver! Thank you. Did your movie finish? I'll come and change the tape."

"Not yet." 

"Okay. Tell me when it does, angel, I’ll come and do it straight away." You lean down. "Don't bother daddy, okay? Just come and ask me if you need something." 

"Can I have some juice?" she asks. 

"Yes, you can have some juice. Can you be patient? I have to make Dove a bottle. Five minutes?" you ask. 

Avery nods without a frown. She really wants juice, but she wants Dove to stop crying more. You give Avery's cheek a little squeeze and leave for downstairs, taking the steps very, very slowly. "It's okay, Dovey," you mumble. "It's okay. I know, you're tired, I'm tired too." 

Avery doesn't want to see the baby —she loves the baby, you and Steve love the baby, everyone loves the baby— 'cos she's ridiculously loud, and Avery needs her ears to work or she'll never be a famous violinist, and then what will she do with her life? She only just started music classes. But Avery misses her dad desperately, having seen him for a ten minute period when he picked her up from school and not a second longer. 

She creeps into the big bedroom. It's a disaster. Steve is sitting in bed with the baby in his arms, rocking her back and forth, hand patting her butt and lower spine steadily. He's shushing with every pat, eyes closed. He looks like he has an unhappy tummy. 

"Daddy?" she whispers. 

His hand flies to his mouth, finger over his lips in the universal sign for Please, be quiet. 

"Are you okay?" she whispers. 

He nods vehemently, finger still over his lip. Avery remembers your recent ask too late —Don't bother daddy. Her eyes flare wide and she tiptoes back to her room, flopping onto the sheets next to Bethie with a defeated sigh. 

"It's hopeless," she dramatises. 

"It's not hopeless, it's just bedtime," Bethie says, much more talkative when it's her and Avery alone. Her pronunciation isn't the best, she's nearly two years younger than Avery, but it's more than passable. "Don't worry, Ave." 

Avery drags her face up from the sheets and pouts at her younger sister. "Mom and dad are both busy and we'll never get ants on a log." 

Bethie tips her head to one side. "Baby's sleeping now." 

"But dad wouldn't speak to me!" 

"Heather's sensi‐stive." 

Heather isn't the baby's name, officially, but it's the one Bethie likes most. Avery liked Tiffany, but no one else liked Tiffany, which was dumb. Tiffany is the best name ever. Way better than Heather.

"Tiffany," she says pointedly, "isn't sensitive, she's just new." Or, that's what Steve says. "We didn't vacuum enough when she came home so now she's not used to big sounds." 

"I'm not used to big sounds," Bethie sighs, curling in on herself. Avery does as she's seen Steve do when Bethie sulks, draping herself over Bethie and hugging her gently. She kisses Bethie's hair. Bethie grumbles, "Avery." 

"What?" Avery asks, rolling off of her. 

Bethie doesn't answer. Avery sits there thinking, and after a while it's clear you're too busy to bring the juice upstairs. 

"Maybe we should try helping." 

Bethie lifts her head off of the pillow. She looks much more like you than the rest of her sisters, same hair, same eyes, same pretty smile. Avery looks the spitting image of her dad in comparison, pretty and in a different way. "What can we do?" Bethie asks. "We're only little." 

"No, dad says we're only little, but mommy says I'm a big girl, like, all of the time. And so does Grandpa." 

"Grandpa says we're too loud." 

"Dad says grandpa's… uhm, senior. It means crazy," Avery says. 

"So we should be little?" Bethie asks. 

"No!" Avery says, annoyed. 

She jumps off of the bed and grabs Bethie's hands, encouraging her sister onto her feet. Together, they cross the landing to peer into the master bedroom, where Steve is still swaying the baby in his arms, his rumpled t-shirt stained with spit up and milk. They're practised at sneaking and Steve is too distracted to see them, whispering soft things into the top of the baby's head. 

Avery is a bit jealous, but she has a plan.

"I don't think we should do that," Bethie says.

Avery's dragged her into the bathroom. It's hard to get inside because of the child lock, but luckily Avery is more than adept. Her dad says she can't ever, never show Bethie or Dove how to do them, the same way she can't show Dove how to unlock the gates at the top and bottom of the stairs yet. She made Bethie close her eyes on the way in. 

"Don't worry, Beth, I've seen daddy do it millions of times already," Avery says confidently. 

They've opened the washing machine and shoved all of Steve's dirty clothes inside. He won't have to do them before bed tonight, and that means more time for snuggles. Avery climbed up onto the side of the machine using a precariously stacked contraption of potties and an upside down laundry basket, and now she's eyeballing how much detergent needs to go in. 

"This is heavy," Bethie complains, her arms shaking from the weight of the Tide liquid. 

Avery really wasn't supposed to show her how to open that cabinet, but she felt it necessary. Bethie won't eat the detergent, anyways, Bethie barely likes eating normal food. Avery pulls the detergent up, having finally decided that they need more. She lets a thick splash of green drizzle down onto the clothes, nodding approvingly, and screws the lid back on. 

She drops the detergent down and a rogue towel muffles the thump, sliding off of the machine and closing the lid. 

You appear looking urgent in the doorway.

"Hey, what have I said about the bathroom? You can't use this one when no one is with you, okay? Do you know what I'm saying?" 

"Sorry, mommy," Bethie says tearfully. 

You soften. "It's for you to be safe, baby." Your softness doesn't quite extend to Avery, though it doesn't fully disappear either. She's most in trouble. "Ave, you know the rules. You can come in here, but you're not supposed to bring the girls with you. I'm not happy with you." 

"Mom, I'm sorry," Avery says, not taking it quite as hard as Beth, "but Bethie needed to pee super badly, we couldn't make it downstairs." 

You buy her lie. "Okay. Okay, but not again. Promise? I just don't want you girls getting into something you shouldn't." 

"Promise," Avery says.

You smile down at them both before looking over their heads. "Daddy must've forgot to turn on the machine. Press start for me, Ave. Big green button." 

Avery clicks the big green button on the washing machine smugly. They already helped. 

You lead them out of the bathroom and back into Avery's room, where cups of juice and an exorbitant amount of snacks wait on the nightstand. They sit on the floor while you make Avery's bed, a plate of ants on logs between their knees. 

"Dove's sleeping downstairs on the beanbag," you say. The baby monitor in your pyjama pocket doesn't make a peep. "So if you do need to pee, please be quiet. And up here, too, I think daddy finally got the baby to sleep as well." 

"Is it bedtime?" Bethie asks. 

You fold back the corner of Avery's comforter. With a sigh, you sit at the top of her freshly made bed and hold out your arms. "No, it's snuggle time. Come and keep me company." 

Bethie rockets into your arms. Avery doesn't rush, focused on eating as many logs as she can, washing it down with a huge swig of strawberry and raspberry juice. You hoist Bethie over one thigh and hold her to your stomach, groaning, "Oh, there she is, there's my girl. Daddy said you didn't eat any of your dinner when you got home, do you wanna tell me why? I won't tell anyone else." 

"I just wasn't hungry." 

"Really? Did you have a big lunch?" 

"No…" Bethie rubs her face against your neck. "Daddy wasn't happy because I didn't eat any lunch." 

"Oh, sweetheart," you say, "daddy worries about you. You don't have an appetite." 

"A what?"

"You don't get hungry enough," you explain.

"That's not like me, I eat lots and lots," Avery says proudly, smiling at you through Bethie's hair in your face. 

"You do! You eat lots and it makes you smart and strong. That's why I want you to eat lots, too," you say, moving your focus to Bethie again, finger poking her chest gently, "You're just as strong and smart as your sister, but you need to keep eating. Maybe I can make you something else, if you don't want the ants on logs, how does that sound? I can make you anything you want, Beth." 

"Can I have something too?" Avery asks, licking peanut butter off of her finger. 

"Of course you can. Maybe something not too big for you, though. I don't want you to feel sick." 

Avery considers that a win. You keep prodding at Bethie, wondering why she isn't hungry. You offer her soups and sandwiches and when that doesn't work you suggest ice cream and candied orange slices. Avery can't understand why her sister would say no to all of these things, but she doesn't have time to ask. Steve wanders into the room looking like he's been trampled by an elephant, hair sticking up and eyes sallow. There's a new baby monitor in his hand. 

"Hey," he says, yawning wide. His teeth snap together and he smacks his lips. "Holy macaroni, she's a toughie. Every time I tried to put her down she'd wake up again." 

Avery has been waiting for this moment all day. She abandons her ants, wiping sticky fingers in her nightie as she crowds Steve's legs. She wants to be picked up, but she's a little too long and Steve's too tired. He bends down to put his arms under her armpits and hug her to his chest, grabbing her up half-hearted and depositing her on the end of her bed. He sits down next to her, and he pats his lap. 

She squeals happily and complies. 

"Hello," he says fondly. 

"What have you even been doing all day?" she asks him. 

He sighs. "I really don't know, Ave. I don't. What have you been doing? Besides half a jar of peanut butter." 

She giggles as he wipes the peanut butter off of her cheeks and the corners of her mouth with the bottom of his t-shirt. "I've been with Beth." 

"We watched FernGully," Bethie supplies helpfully. 

Steve melts as you have, the two of you slouched against the walls bordering Avery's bed. You have matching dark circles. Avery thumbs at Steve's uselessly, wondering if he needs a good wash or a good sleep. He smells nice, she decides, if a bit milky, pressing her face into his neck as her arms lie flat to his shoulders. 

"Is your monitor working now?" you ask him. 

"It's really loud," he assures you. 

"Okay. I'm worried I'm gonna fall asleep while Dove's downstairs on the beanbag." 

"Did you lock the baby gate?" 

"Yeah." 

"Then don't worry. All our furniture is anchored properly. The worst she can do is murder the pot pourri again." 

"I don't want to fall asleep yet, I missed my girls so much," you say, kissing Bethie's cheek. "So, so much. Maybe I can call in sick tomorrow." 

"Honey." 

"It won't hurt anyone," you say. 

"Later," Steve says, talking to you but smiling at Avery, chasing her gaze with his. "We'll talk about it later." 

"So mean to me," you joke in a murmur, sliding flat onto your back, Bethie against your chest. 

Avery can hear you whispering to Bethie, tiny snapshots of a conversation. Are you sure there's nothing wrong, bubby? and If dinner was yucky, it doesn't matter, you can tell me. 

Steve starts to brush Avery's hair out of her face, big fingers exceedingly gentle as he tucks silken strands behind her ears. She had it cut to her chin like Aunt Robin a few weeks ago, and the shorn locks fall to her shoulders now. Steve brushes through them slowly, methodically, tucking it all back with a familiar calmness in his warm brown eyes. 

Avery turns enough to watch TV, content to be held by the very best dad in the world, her hand screwed in the neckline of his shirt so he can't run away.

Having finished her hair, Steve moves on to Avery's face. He draws lines against her small eyebrows, flattening sticky up hair with care. He frets at the tiny mole taking form on her ear, the one he made her go see the doctor for. Just a beauty mark, the doctor said. 

"Well, she's beautiful everywhere," Steve had said. "How was I supposed to know the difference?" 

"Dad," she whispers. 

"What?" Steve whisper back. 

"Am I pretty?" 

Steve pushes her hair out of her face and frames it in two hands. "You're the prettiest girl in the world, Ave." 

She blushes and his face does this thing where he looks like he's going to cry, but Steve doesn't cry around them much. He cried when the baby came home, and again the next day with the baby in his arms. Avery was freaked out the first time, but Aunt Robin said he always does it. He cried way worse than that when you came home, Avey girl. He was like a waterfall, they had to put you in a new babygrow. Avery tried to picture it, her dad crying with a tiny baby Avery in his arms, there are enough pictures of them together, but Steve always looks happy. 

"You think that?" she asks. 

"I more than think it," he says. "Isn't my girl pretty?" 

You and Bethie crane your heads. "She's gorgeous," you say with a smile. Bethie nods her agreement. 

"Oh," Avery says. She'd wanted them to say that, it was why she asked, but now all the attention is on her she's not sure how to handle it.

Steve chuckles and drags her forward. "You're soooo pretty," he says into her hair, sandwiching her in the tightest hug ever. "You're beautiful. B-E-A-U-tiful." 

His niceness makes her really happy to have been nice back; he's being so gentle that Avery decides she's going to tell him about the laundry they put on for him, but he rubs her back some more and she starts to forget. It's not so far from bedtime… 

She falls asleep against his chest. 

"Can you hear that?" you ask.

Steve looks up from Avery's dozing face to you. "What?" 

You pull the baby monitor from your pocket and hold it to your ear. "I thought it was making a weird noise." 

Steve listens intently. Now that you mention it, he can hear something. "D'you put the laundry in?" 

"You forgot to put it on," you say.

"I was getting around to it. You wanted whites, right, for work?" 

"You didn't turn it on." 

"Honey, I haven't touched the machine today, not even to fill the drum. What is that noise?" he asks. 

You ease Bethie off of your lap and stand with a groan. "It's gonna break," you say decisively, "that sounds like a death rattle. Which is exactly what we need right now, more bills."

Steve lays Avery down. She can't have been sleeping for ten minutes but she's a heavy sleeper and doesn't rouse, only curls inward with her hand on her chin. Bethie holds out her hand and Steve takes it, the two of them joining you in the doorway of Avery's bedroom. 

"It won't break, don't worry," Steve placates. 

"What are we gonna do if it breaks?" you mumble, rubbing your tired face.

"We'll have to wear dirty clothes," Steve says. 

"That's not funny." 

Steve frowns. "It so is, you're just tired. And anyway, the washing machine isn't gonna break–" His eyebrows rise. 

"Steve–" 

"Holy fuck," Steve says, squeezing Bethie's hand. "Well, that's bad." 

A line of foamy bubbles are pushing out from under the bathroom door and darkening the carpeting. You rush to open the bathroom door, unleashing a wave of suds that cover your toes. "What the fuck," you say, "what the fuck? Steve, what the fuck." 

Bethie puts her hands over her ears before Steve can do it for her. 

He joins you in the bubbly bathroom, the two of you horrified and baffled at once. "What the fuck," you say again, this time sounding tearful. You click the off button on the washing machine, and while the sloshing, thick sound it was making ceases, bubbles continue to flood out. Together, you and Steve flattens your towels on top of the floor to smother the soap. You're most panicked about the carpet because it'll get damp and the wood underneath it might rot, and Steve's most concerned about the washing machine, because despite his reassurances, he's worried it really might be broken. 

Bethie, quiet, sweet Bethie, stands on a wet towel, her socks soaked, and bursts into guilty tears. "I'm sorry," she cries.

"Why are you sorry?" Steve asks.

You may be confused and irritated, but nothing ever stops you from scooping up your baby and comforting her within and inch of her life. "Beth," you say softly, "don't panic." 

She's crying pretty hard compared to her usual tears. Steve hasn't seen her this wound up since that washable pen burst in her mouth over a year ago, maybe even two. 

"Me and Ave tried to do the laundry," she admits, shaking, each word said through a staggering sob. "We wanted daddy to have less to do so we could have bedtime cu-cu-cuddles." 

"Oh, no," you say gently. 

Bethie sobs. You rub her little back. Steve doesn't like seeing Bethie cry, but he can't help smiling in the moment. It's sweet, and it's a tad silly, but the damage done wasn't nearly as bad as Bethie seems to think it is. You and Steve are worriers, is all. 

"It's okay," you say, laughing yourself as Bethie wraps her arms around your neck and nearly strangles you in an attempt to soak in your love. "Beth, nobody's mad at you, okay? It was just an accident, it didn't hurt anyone. That's really nice, trying to do things for daddy, but the washing machine is for grown ups, baby. It's hard." 

"Mommy?" Dove calls from the baby monitor.

You let out a tired groan. "No," you whine. 

"Want me to get her?" Steve asks. 

You look like you really want to say yes. "No, that's okay. It's fine." You kiss Bethie's cheek. "Daddy has to take over, my love. I'm not mad, okay? Don't feel sad." 

Bethie nods sadly. You hand her over, hovering, and press a loving kiss to her cheek as Dove begins to cry. 

Steve watches you take your socks off as you leave, throwing the wet bundle of them back haphazardly into the bathroom. Bethie smushes her face to Steve's chest and cries. He shifts her weight in his arms. They're burning from exertion, but he doesn't complain. 

"What did you and Avery do?" he asks. "You're not supposed to come in here without me or mom, you know that." 

"We just put the laundry in the washing machine," she says. 

"How did you even lift the lid?" Steve asks. 

"Avery climbed up," she says, words stringing together into one amorphous blob of sound. 

"Beth, why are you crying?" he asks, giving her back a quick pat. 

"I didn't mean to make the bathroom explode," she says tearily. 

"Ugh," Steve says. He puts the toilet seat down and sits, Bethie in his lap, his chin propped on her forehead. "Who cares? I don't even like this bathroom." 

"You're not mad?" she whispers. 

"Do I look mad?" 

Bethie leans backward to take in Steve's face. He smiles at her, brown eyes light in the glaring bathroom fluorescent, his usually even complexion pale. Bethie raises a hand to feel his dark shadow, cringing at the scratch of stubble against her fingers. 

"You don't like my beard, do you?" he asks. 

"What beard?" 

"Oh, ouch. I'll shave tonight, bub, don't worry. I know you don't like it. Mommy doesn't like it either, she says it makes kisses too annoying." 

Bethie giggles quietly. "Not too annoying," she says. 

"No?" Steve asks. He leans down to kiss her cheek and her nose and her eyebrows. "How were they? Scratchy?" 

"Really scratchy." 

"Annoying?" 

"No," she says happily. Steve preens. 

Bethie actually helps him tidy up the huge mess of the bathroom. Steve opens the washing machine and grabs all the soapy clothes from the drum, dumping them among the sodden towels in the bath tub. He and Beth wash as much soap out of them as they can, until she's practically falling asleep standing up in soaked pyjamas. 

He gets her some new ones, helps her change, and tucks her into bed. She's asleep before he's said goodnight. 

Exhausted, Steve has no choice but to persevere. He squeezes the excess water out of the newly unsoaped clothes and puts them and the towels in the washing machine, too tired to bother with separating anything properly. He doesn't add detergent. 

When that's going, he mops and dries the bathroom floor so everyone's feet can stop making sticky sounds when they walk. He puts the last dry towel on the wet patch of carpet and steps on it. He should rub it, soak up all the excess moisture, but he does not have enough energy. 

You ascend the stairs with Dove, your arms shaking from the strain. She's sleeping, so at least there's that. You take her into her room and leave her baby monitor on the side. Dove definitely doesn't need a monitor anymore, it's only for when she's napping downstairs and everyone else is upstairs. Blanket over her legs, you tuck her in and kiss her smooth forehead. 

"You need to shower," you say to Steve as you close Dove's door. 

"All the towels are wet." 

You frown as you pass him by, rubbing his forearm with your finger briefly. "What about a robe? I know it's not ideal, but you're gonna catch a cold, your clothes are wet." 

"I'll get changed." 

"You deserve a warm shower," you insist. 

"Honey," Steve says softly. Your shoulders relax at that one simple word. "I'm fine. We both need to change, and then we need to sleep." If he showered now he'd pass out against the glass like a saran wrapped turkey. 

You and Steve change into fresh pyjamas in silence, worried about waking the baby who sleeps in her cot in the corner of the room.

"I'm gonna go get Avery," Steve says. 

You're not surprised. "Softie." 

"You're a softie," he says, pinching your hip. 

Avery's where Steve left her, sideways across her sheets. He knows Bethie wouldn't have masterminded the laundry plan by herself. He frowns at the thought that Avery might be missing him so much that before bedtime cuddles were on her mind. 

"Avery, honey," he says, stroking her cheek and her shoulder with either hand. 

She murmurs and wiggles away from his touch.

"Ave, come and get in with me and mom. Does that sound okay?" He really doesn't like the idea of his oldest feeling lonely. Sleeping with kids in the bed sucks most of the time due to their flailing and lack of blanket related etiquette, but Steve can deal with it tonight. Just like Bethie, he has a guilty conscious. "Ave?" 

Avery blinks sluggishly. "I can sleep in your bed?" she asks. 

"Please, would you? I want a cuddle. Does that sound cool?" 

Avery finally opens her eyes, her long lashes riddled with sleepies. "That sounds so cool," she says croakily. 

He can't carry her, he'd drop her at this point. They hold hands on the way to your room, finding you an inch from sleep on top of the blankets. He and Avery laugh as quietly as they can as they pull them from under you, and when they climb in together, you steal Avery from his side, awake enough to know one of your girls is close by. 

"Dad," Avery whines, reaching out her arms until he does what she wants. 

Steve throws his arms over you and Avery, snuggling in closely. She relaxes into your chest, her hand clinging to the front of Steve's shirt. 

Steve closes his eyes. 

"We didn't brush our teeth," Avery whispers.

"Go to sleep, sweetheart," you plead, also whispering. 

"We'll get cavities." 

"We'll brush double in the morning," Steve promises. "Please, Ave. Sleep now." 

Averys easily convinced by Steve's hand in her hair. "Okay," she says through a yawn. "Love you love you." 

"Love you, honey." 

"...Dad?" 

Steve sighs. "What?" 

"Did you see? Me and Bethie did laundry." 

"I saw. Thanks, babe." 

"We–" 

"Sleep, Ave. Please go to sleep." 

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Fuuta and Mikoto as Character Foils

This amazing post talks about Fuuta's people pleasing tendencies and they mentioned how Mikoto is simillar, but does it in a different way. And I have NOT been able to stop thinking about it so I want to get my thoughts out about how Fuuta and Mikoto are character foils to each other.

Fuuta and Mikoto are pretty much complete opposites. They parallel in that they both desperately crave societal acceptance, but they differ in how they go about it. Mikoto tries to read the room and changes every aspect of himself in order to seem more friendly and amicable to fit in. He does things based on what he SHOULD do because it’s the societally accepted way to do things and he’ll be liked for it.

Fuuta doesn’t because it’s just how he is, his naturally fiery and argumentative temperament makes it hard for people to like him. It’s not that he doesn’t want to fit in but he isn’t willing to change himself the same way Mikoto is. Mikoto is friendly and approachable while Fuuta is the complete opposite.

But here’s the thing, he IS also like Mikoto in that regard because he is seen in MILGRAM actively changing himself in order to believe that he is that idealized self in Bring It On. He tries to be a representative for everyone and confronts Es for hurting Yuno during his t1 VD, despite having to hype himself up before charging up at them.

But still, no matter how hard he tries he can’t be that idealized self. He can’t fit in, because it’s not who he is. He wants to be accepted as himself! He wants friends he can share the same interests and opinions with to feel validated.

Portal Timeline conversation (2023/07/05):

Fuuta: "Oh, well. I guess I can understand a bit now. When you're feeling down, it's nice to have someone to rely on, someone who accepts you."

It's why Mikoto thinks Fuuta’s immature because Fuuta's unable to fit into society and "be an adult" like Mikoto can. Mikoto thinks that once you grow up, you need to buckle down and start conforming or else you'll never get anywhere in life. To him, it's disgraceful to be angry because it's frowned upon, and Fuuta's pretty much in a constant state of rage, which is why Fuuta has such a hard time finding acceptance. Every time they talk, they’re criticizing each other. Their first ever conversation starts with Mikoto lecturing Fuuta about how he can’t and won’t fit in and it (rightfully) ticks him off, especially since Mikoto can. It’s why they’re at each other's throats like every time they interact (which is pretty little). Mikoto even straight up has a line in the earbud collab about how Fuuta will never get any girls.

Fuuta is constantly considered by others as “immature” and “childish” such as Kazui saying that it's okay for Fuuta to be cocky because he's young or how Fuuta is constantly linked to games (typically associated with children). Or the fact that the lyrics from Bring It On: ""Kono yubi tomare" [is] a traditional saying from a traditional kid’s game."

On the flip side, Mikoto is constantly reminding people that he’s a working adult. Not to mention, Mikoto tends to hang around the older prisoners more (the smoker trio) while Fuuta interacts with the younger prisoners the most. (Amane, Haruka, and sometimes Muu)

Mikoto wants to be a cog in the machine and believes that if he works hard enough, he'll be able to make it in the workforce. Fuuta actively criticizes the workforce and how it's useless to work too hard, so he "goes with the flow."

There are so many smaller details too that emphasize their foil. Mikoto smokes, Fuuta hates smoking. Mikoto's voice is high and whiney while Fuuta's is deep and aggressive. Fuuta has an older sister while Mikoto has a younger sister. Both their parents are divorced but Fuuta is missing his mother while Mikoto is missing his father. However, one similarity is that they both SEEM to have good opinions about their moms while having questionable ones with their dads.

Something else I think about a lot is how Fuuta parallels with John. Especially concerning these lines from John when you realize John is pretty much the opposite of Mikoto too:

John might be the person Mikoto wishes he was. Someone who stubbornly stands their ground, someone who tries stand up for themselves and “gives people their just desserts.” Sounds rather familiar to a certain red-head, I must say.

In addition, they share a lot more similarities too, like their connection to the bright colour red, contrasted by Mikoto's light blue. They both have short tempers and jump at Es as a defence mechanism, in contrast to Mikoto having a fawn response and laughing everything off. They both use the first-person pronoun "ore" while Mikoto uses "boku." Both Fuuta and John have a deeper and more aggressive tone in comparison to Mikoto. Fuuta's symbolism as a brave knight protecting the weak and punishing evil parallels John protecting the "weak" (Mikoto) and acting as his saviour from threats. Mikoto couldn't stand up for himself so John did it for him, Fuuta "stood up" for the people hurt by the actions of the people he cancelled.

To add on to that, Mikoto’s name in kanji means “noble” or “revered.” Words that remind you of royalty, or a prince. (Boy princess fr fr) John being his saviour makes him his knight in shining armour. Matching with Fuuta’s knight symbolism!

Mikoto envies these traits in Fuuta yet hates them and purposefully suppresses them within himself because it's not socially acceptable to act like him. Fuuta likely similarity envies people who can fit in, like Mikoto. Perhaps the reason why the two are so irked by the other is that they each embody traits the other admires yet can't have.

But in the end, they both can’t really fit into “normal” society. Mikoto, who claims he can, is suffering to the point of breaking. Fuuta, who tried and finally found an ounce of acceptance and ally ship in his online buddies, ended up getting carried away and causing the death of someone.

I'm really surprised I haven’t really seen this mentioned or discussed very much. Sorry if it’s really obvious, I just wanted to point some stuff out. Anyway man, I love these two a lot and I would love to see more stuff diving into these two in a canon context too.

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[repulsiveliquidation]

La Princesa

[Ona Batlle x Reader] Part 1.5 of [She's going to be okay.] [Royalty] [Angel in the House]

Days with La Princesa!

“Patri! Help me with the cake, will you?” you yell through the house. Lucy is helping Kiera bring out the hors d'oeuvre as you were tasked with the massive cake Alexia had gotten. Ona’s mother insisted on having dinner with everyone so a large table was set up outside. The whole team was here, some of your England teammates had made the trip too since the party was during Christmas break.

Speaking of Ona, she was sat on the back porch with a virgin margarita in hand chatting away with Alessia, Ella and Grace. Leah was helping set the table as Georgia fanned away at the barbeque. There wasn’t a quiet corner anywhere, everyone buzzing since the announcement of the baby’s gender. La Princesa was the talk of the town, Ona’s hand rubbing her belly affectionately every time anyone spoke about her. It was a new habit, one that you had many pictures of on your phone.

There were steaks, seafood and piles of vegetables as everyone helped themselves to all the food. You were cutting up some steak for Ona (because she’s the OG La Princesa) when Mapi cleared her throat at the end of the table. Everyone groaned and rolled their eyes when she stood up, signature grin on her face. This couldn’t be good.  

“I would like to propose a toast to our team mom and dad. Y/N, you take care of us and make sure we’re okay. You notice things that many people would simply ignore. You’ve been there for us more than we deserve. Ona, you’re always ready to help any one of us at the drop of a hat. You are the sweetest person I know, I love you for that. The two of you are perfect together, no need to thank me for setting you two up. But because of that I propose we name La Princesa after me. Thank you, I love you both, ¡Salud!”

“As touching as that was Mapi, we are not naming our daughter after you.”

“A middle name will do.”

“Absolutely not.”

“Okay, okay! We have presents to open, cake to eat! Let’s head inside!” Leah called, ushering everyone inside as the girls began to quickly clean up. Once everyone settled inside, you helped Ona on the couch beside you, wrapping your arm around her shoulders as she leaned into you while everyone else brought over their presents.

“Are you okay, darling?” you ask her, kissing her forehead softly as you rub her arm.

“Sí, she’s been kicking a lot. I’ve also needed to pee too many times today.”  

“Our little footballer. I love you so much.”

“I love you too, mi amor.”

“Are you sure I can’t convince you of just one name; we are Spanish, she can have several names.”

“No, Mapi!” you both yell at her, Ingrid yanking her to the kitchen to help serve the cake.

//

“Oh Patri, it’s adorable!”

“How did you even get that?”

“Mamí, Esto es perfecto!”

“Girls, I didn’t think they MADE these!”

You heard Ona and the girls opening gifts in the living room. You were putting away all the extra food in the kitchen when Alexia walked in with another dish. She smiled awkwardly, being quiet. You didn’t push it, wiping your hands and moving the containers into the fridge. Suddenly she cleared her throat and you turned to look at her.

“What’s wrong?”

“Ona told me.”

“What exactly did she tell you?”

“That you wanted me to be La Princesa’s godmother.”

“Oh, yes. Do you want to be?”

“It would be my greatest honor. But, why?”

“When we were thinking about it, only you came to mind. Don’t get me wrong, I would die for all those girls out there and I know they would do the same for my family. But I know without a doubt that if something happened to me, my girls would be safest with you.”

“You are my family too, I will protect them with my life; I promise you.”

“I love you, Ale. You’re a sister to me, I don’t think you understand how important that has been to me over the years.”

“And you for me, hermosa. I love you too.”

//

“Baby? We’re home, love.” You shook Ona softly and as she woke, you walked over and opened her door for her. She climbed out slowly, feet swollen and aching from being on them all day. She was too stubborn to ask you to carry her, walking gingerly into the house. You were grabbing stuff from the boot of the car when you saw her walking slowly. You put everything down and walked up beside her, gently picking her up into your arms. She giggled and held onto you as you walked into the house with her and laid her in bed. She kissed you cheek and whispered an accented “thank you,” before you walked back out to grab all the gifts and bags from the car. Dropping them on the dining table to be dealt with tomorrow, you walked into the bedroom to find Ona already asleep again.

Chuckling, you slowly take her shoes off and slip your jersey she was wearing off before pulling on one of your hoodies over her small frame. It swallowed her but she snuggled into it anyway. You make quick work of yourself, changing into shorts and a sports bra before climbing into bed behind her. She searches for you in her sleep, reaching out and holding onto your arm as she goes back to sleep. You smile fondly, hand rubbing soothing circles over her belly and whispering “I love you girls,” before falling asleep yourself.  

//

“That’s not the right one.”

“What do you mean, this is exactly what you sent me to get.”

“No, I wanted the blue one, this is red.”

“Angel, you asked for red.”

“I remember asking for blue, Y/N.”

You sigh, shoulders slumping in defeat. Ona was having a bout of crazy cravings that began at 3 in the morning. She sent you to the shops to look for Chips Ahoy (a/n don't ask, they are my current obsession.) the other night but they didn’t have them so you bought a different kind and put it on a plate for her with a glass of milk like she requested. She took one bite and knew they were wrong, immediately starting to cry.

“Please Mi Reina, it’s late. You have a checkup tomorrow, we need to sleep.”

She sniffled, “But I wanted Chips Ahoy.”

“I know baby but all the stores I went to didn’t have them. I’ll go look tomorrow and buy them for you, okay? Please darling, you need to sleep.”

“You better buy all the Chips Ahoy you can find, amor or it’s the couch for you.”

“Yes, your highness.”

//

“Love, please stop moving.”

“You try sleeping with a literal football inside you kicking like there’s no tomorrow.”

“When we have a second baby. What can I do for you?”

“Talk to her please. She always calms down when you do.”

You throw the covers off and move over to lay between her legs. You can just about see her face above her belly. She's smiling, eyes sparkling as she watches you talk to the baby. You rest your head on her thigh, left hand holding Ona’s, right hand rubbing her belly softly.

“Hello princess, it’s Mama. I’ve missed you, you’re getting so big already. I had a pretty good day at training, met all your aunties too. They can’t wait to meet you, you’re going to be the most spoilt little girl out there. Now, mami is trying to sleep okay? She needs her energy so we can see if you’re being a good growing girl tomorrow hm? Can we put your striker skills to the side and let your beautiful mother sleep? That’s my girl. I love you, I can’t wait to meet you.” You kiss her belly softly, leaning over and kissing Ona too.

“For your information, she’s going to be a defender.”

“Please darling, she’s already showing signs of being a wonderful striker like me.”

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[pablitogavii]

I have a slightly strange idea, since in Spain it is hot in the summer it has occurred to me that Gavi is with his partner and that if the girl refuses to give him a hug because of the heat and the next day Pablo put the air conditioner on full (so it would be cold) for the girl to hug him. I don't know if you could do something with this

No more excuses!

"Joder! Es demasiado caliente!" you said while you were sitting on the balcony of your and Pablo's shared apartment drinking some cold lemonade trying to answer you emails.

You just had to come back inside but after collecting so much heat from the outside, you were still sweating despite the AC being turned on.

"I'm home amor!" Pablo walked in with Ale returning from the daily run. You were still confused how he could run during weather like this! That's an athlete for you haha!

He reached to hug you but you pulled back asking him to shower and he groaned giving his friend his car keys and he left before Pablo went to the bathroom to shower.

You really could care less if he was sweaty and smelly but you were just way too hot to hug anybody right now! You just needed to cool down for a few minutes.

You were sitting on the couch reading emails when he came back wanting to pull you to cuddle but you pulled back again.

"Are you mad at me or something amor?" he asked and you shook your head groaning that you were still too hot to even think straight.

"No cariño..I'm just hot!" you say closing the lap top and leaving to take a cold shower yourself hoping that would help. Pablo was left there pouting and watching some random game wishing you would just let him hug you anyways!

Even during the night, you refused to get too close sleeping in your panties and his old shirt still feeling so freaking hot. This summer was really a killer in Barcelona!

Since you knew you both needed physical contact to fall asleep you still held his hand but that's all the contact Pablo got and that wasn't what he wanted!

When he woke up the next morning, he rushed to lower the temperature so much so that you were woken up with a goosebumps all over your skin.

"Joder!" he heard rushing into the bedroom with a smug on his face while you were freaking out looking yourself fin the mirror.

"What's wrong mi amor??" he asked and you turned around with a worried face making him furrow his eyebrows.

"I think I am entering menopause amor! I was so hot yesterday and I'm too cold right now..and what if I can't have kids anymore!?" you were mumbling until Pablo bursted out in laughter.

"That's not funny cabrón! I wanted to be a mom!" you hit his shoulder quite hard but of course it didn't hurt at all and he grabbed your body pulling you close.

"And you will be in the future princesa.." he smirked and you rolled your eyes not thinking this was the time for him to be dirty.

"You're barely 20 years old amorcito, you're not entering menopause..I lowered the temperature in the apartment" he explained and you quickly calmed down now laughing at yourself realizing how absurd your conclusion was.

"Shut up! I was so scared! Cabrón! Why did you lower the temperature so much!?" you say and he chuckled kissing your head and pulling you even closer so that your hands were resting on his strong chest.

"So that you can hug me finally! And cuddle me! And sleep in my arms! I miss you amor!" he pouts and you giggle leaning in and kissing his lips lovingly giving him the biggest hug possible.

"Awe cariño..tu eres tan precioso!" you coo and he blushes while still hugging you refusing to let go.

"Menopause? Really amor!?" he teases and you both burst out in laugher while being in each other's embrace.

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[hamiltonfilms]

Hellooo i was hoping to request an insta au where reader was dating an F1 driver before they split, and it's not a nice breakup either, and after the split reader starts dating marc márquez? If not that's totally okay too!

pairing : marc márquez x female!reader

summary : after charles cheats on you with his ex you start hating yourself until you find the love that has been waiting for you since childhood

warning: betrayal, hospital, falling in love, childhood friends to love

a/n: so I like it and thank you for your request and I look forward to more requests haha, English is not my first language, sorry for the mistakes, no hate for Charlotte i personally adore her and she is my queen 💅

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[spidybaby]

Family Night

Summary: homemade pizza and a uno game are the perfect combination if you want to meet your in laws.

Warnings: none 😋❤️

You park outside of Pedro's house, nervous over the fact that this would be the first time you are meeting his family.

You knew his brother because he lives with him and to he honest your relationshipwith Fer was really good. His parents knew about you, they heard good things about you and how good you treated their son.

That didn't stop you from worrying about them not liking you and that affecting your relationship, especially because Pedro is a family person.

You check yourself one last time on the mirror of your car and grab the bottle of wine you bought for Pedro's parents, you make your way to the door.

You can feel your hands slightly shaking when you knock on the door.

The waiting was short, the nervous feeling making it seem like it was a lot of time.

"Hola y/n, estábamos esperandote" (Hi y/n, we were waiting for you). Fer say as he opens the door for you to enter the house.

"Hola Fer, perdón la demora, el tráfico esta horrible" (Hi Fer, sorry for the waiting. Traffic was terrible.) You gave him a little hug.

You wait for him to close the door, and both make your way inside.

"Mami esta emocionada por conocerte, Pedro ha estado hablando todo el día sobre ti" (mom is excited to meet you, Pedro has been talking about you all day.) He grabs you by the shoulders and shake you slightly.

"Espero no esté aburrida de mi" (Hope she's not tired of me) you laugh.

He was going to answer, but Pedro interrupted the conversation by greeting you.

"Preciosa, que bueno que llegaste." (Baby, so good you're here.) He was excited for you to meet his parents. He knows you're kind of shy about meeting new people and trying to make the situation more comfortable for you he organized a family night. "Mis padres están en la cocina, ven" (my parents are in the kitchen, come.)

He grabbed your hand and dragged you to the kitchen. His mom was the only one there.

"Mami, mira quien llegó." (Mommy, look who's here.) He says getting his mother attention.

You smile and wave at her.

"Hola, Señora Lopez, es un gusto conocerla" (Hi Misses Lopez, it's so nice to meet you). You feel tense because you really want to make a good impression.

"Tu debes ser la famosa y/n, créeme que Pedro no deja de hablar de ti, es de lo único de lo que habla, Por favor dime Rosy." (You must be the famous y/n, believe me when I say that Pedro won't stop talking about you. You're the only thing he talks about. Please call me Rosy.) She smiles and goes for a hug.

"Espero que sean cosas buenas de las que habla" (I hope he's saying good things about me) you laugh a little looking at him.

"Hola, llego tarde a la presentación?" (hello, am i late for the introduction?) The man that you identified as his father says while he enters the kitchen. "Pero mira que linda señorita, venga Pedro, presentala bien." (But look at this pretty lady, c'mon Pedro, introduce her to me) he says happily.

"Papá, ella es y/n, mi novia. Y/n, este es Fernando, mi padre." (Dad, she's y/n, she's my girlfriend. Y/n, this is Fernando, my dad.) He introduced you in a funny way.

"Mucho gustó, señor González." (Nice to meet you, Mister González.) You put your hand out for him to take. But he went for the hug, just like his wife.

"Venga, hemos escuchando tanto de ti, ya se había tardado este muchacho en traerte. Por favor dime Fernando, no me hagas sentir como un viejo." (C'mon, we heard so much about you. He took too long to bring you around. Please call me Fernando, dont make me feel old.) He hugged you tightly.

The smile on your face doesn't go unnoticed by your boyfriend, that only makes his own smile grow.

"Qué tienes ahí, cariño?" (What you have there, honey?) Pedro's mom asked, noticing the bottle on your hands.

"Oh, Pedro me dijo que les gusta mucho el vino, les traje una botella, espero os guste." (Oh, Pedro told me you guys like to drink wine, so I bring a bottle for you. I hope you like it.) You hand the bottle to her.

She took it, saying her thanks to you for bringing it.

"Ya acabamos con todo esto de los holas y las buenas noches? Estoy hambriento, por favor." (Are we done with all the introduction and the hellos, good nights? I'm hungry, please.) Fer says hugging his brother.

"Empecemos entonces, y/n, Pedro nos dijo que te gustan mucho las pizzas, así que vamos a preparar una especialmente para ti." (Let's begin then, y/n, Pedro told us you love pizza, so we're making some pizza for you.)

You felt so special. His family was doing everything to make you feel like one of them.

"Lavate las manos, vamos a amasar hermanita." (Wash your hands. Let's knead some dough, hermanita.) Fer was the most excited. He loves pizza as much as you.

You both wash your hands and begin with the dough while his parents are preparing the sauce and Pedro is cutting and preparing the toppings.

"Dime algo, y/n. Pedro te trata bien?" (Tell me something y/n, is Pedro treating you well?) His father asks you while you're spreading some flour.

You fix your eyes on Pedro. He was looking at you with a funny expression. You were about to answer, but Fer had other plans.

"Honestamente, yo creo que Pedro podría ser mejor novio, deberías hablar con él, papá." (Honestly, I think Pedro can be a better boyfriend. You should talk with him, dad.) He says with a serious expression.

You wanted to laugh, Fer, and you are used to joking with him like that.

"Venga Pedro, qué haz hecho para que tu hermano hable así?" (Pedro, what did you do for Fer to talk like that?) His father wink at you, catching your joke.

Pedro, on the other side, changes his expression "joder, ahora vas a creerle a este tonto?" (Oh c'mon, now you're believing what he says?) He was serious. "Preciosa, defiende mi honor, por favor." (Baby, please defend my honor.)

"Tu tranquila, y/n. Acá estamos papá y yo para defenderte, di la verdad." (Calm down y/n. Dad and I are here for you. You can tell the truth.)

His mother is laughing with how Pedro is getting worried. Not catching the obvious joke you three have going on.

"Preciosa, por favor." (Baby, please), he says, looking at you.

"No, déjala que diga su verdad, vamos y/n, estamos contigo." (No, leave her to tell her truth, c'mon y/n, we are here for you.) Fernando says, passing his arm around you. You start laughing at this point and so did his father.

"Ya Fer, déjalo" (Stop it Fer, leave him alone). You carefully take his arm away from you, still laughing. "Respondiendo a su pregunta, si me trata muy bien, es el mejor." (To answer your question, yes, he treats me so well, he's the best.)

"Toma, capullo" Pedro came close to you "mi preciosa jamas diría nada malo sobre mi, verdad amor?" (Take it, dumbass, my baby would never say anything bad about me, right love?) You only nod smiling, kissing his cheek quickly.

You push him lightly with your arm "sigue cortando, aun nos falta mucho." (Go back to cutting, we still have a lot to do.)

The conversation after that joke was easy, Fer and Pedro throwing jokes around, his parents telling you about his restaurant, some stories about Pedro and some plans they have as a family.

Once the pizzas were in the oven, Pedro, Fer and you told his parents that you were cleaning and that they can enjoy some of the wine you brought.

While they went to prepare the table you helped Fer with loading the dishwasher while your boyfriend put back all the ingredients you didn't use.

Thirty minutes later you seated at the table, Fer idea was to play a UNO game while you eat.

"Quieres un poco de vino, y/n?" Rosy asked you, serving some wine for Fer, her husband and herself. (Would you like some wine, y/n?)

"No gracias, estoy bien con mi agua" you smile while mixing the cards. (No thank you, I'm good with my water.)

Fer serves you a big slice of pizza, knowing you'll try to grab a small one for the shame of the meeting.

"El más grande para ti, por ser la invitada de honor." (The biggest slice for you, because you're our honor guest.) The pizza looked amazing. It was made with love, and things made with love are the best.

The game begins with Fernando giving Pedro a +4, everyone laughs at him getting mad with his father but grabbing the cards.

"No, cariño. Debes agarrar dos cartas, no puedes poner otro +2" (no, honey, you have to grab two more cards, not pile another +2) Fernando laugh.

"Espera, yo siempre agrego otro +2, esta mal eso?" (Wait, I always pile another +2, is that wrong?) You were curious because you were ready to add another +2 if she did the same. "Pedro igual lo hace" (Pedro does the same thing) you point to him laughing.

He shush you, laughing. Obviously, by the rules, it wasn't legal, but you weren't changing that tonight.

"Para mi que ignoremos esa regla, Rosy, que piensas?" (I propose that we ignore that rule, Rosy. What do you think?)

She agreed with you, even when both Fernandos didn't.

The game continues, and Fernando was the first to win. You play a few more rounds, in one of the rounds you won.

After the pizza is done and you all agree with ending the game, you notice the time.

His parents also noticed the time, as Rosy was getting tired.

"Bueno, yo creo que ya me retiro, estoy algo cansada." (Well, I think I'll better go to bed, I'm tired.) She says, yawning. "Pero y/n, por favor quédate el tiempo que quieras, te quedas en tu casa, espero verte luego, nos encantó tenerte" (Y/n, please stay as long as you want, you're on your home, I hope I see you later, we love having you here.) She hugs you and say her goodbyes to her kids.

Fernando and Pedro pick the table while Fer and you get the cards on place.

"Dame, llevare esto a la cocina." (Here, let me take this to the kitchen.) You say picking the wine glasses. "Puedes poner mi teléfono a cargar? Esta a punto de morir." (Can you charge my phone, it's about to die).

"Vale, no hay problema, no quieres ayuda con eso?" (Okay, no problem, you sure you don't need help?) You say a quick no and walk over to the kitchen.

"Creo que tomaste una buena decision, hijo." "Y/n, es muy especial para mi, me alegro que la quieran." (I think you made the right choice.) (Y/n is very special to me, Im happy you liked her.) You heard the voice of your boyfriend and his father.

You stopped in your tracks, obviously hearing other people conversation was wrong, but you wanted to know if you did a good job.

"Bromeas? La adoramos, hijo. Es perfecta para ti e incluso tu hermano la adora. Por favor portate bien, ella lo vale. Además sabe escoger vino, cuidala por favor." (You're kidding? We love her, she's perfect for you and even your brother loves her. Please behave, she's worthy. Plus, she's good at picking wine.) Pedro laughs with his last words. Thanking his father for the words and promises to behave.

You feel so happy with his words. Giving a good impression was all you wanted, and you got it.

"Pedro, estas aquí?" (Pedro, you're here?) You say acting like you weren't listening to them. "Traje las copas" (I got the glasses.) You leave them in the counter, turning your body to the two men. "Señor González,fue un placer conocerlo." (Mister González it was so nice to meet you.)

"Ey, en que quedamos?" (Hey what did I say?) He points at you.

"Perdón, Fernando." You laugh.

"Fue muy bueno conocer por fin a la que trae a mi Pedro como niño enamorado." (It was so nice meeting the one that has my Pedro like a kid in love.) He pinch his cheek making Pedro blush.

He excuse himself, going upstairs to where his wife is, ready to go to bed as well.

"Bueno, no fue tan malo como creías, no?" (It wasn't that bad, right?) Pedro asks you, hugging you tightly. "Te quieren tanto como yo a ti, no puede ser mejor." (They love you as much as I do, it's the best thing.)

Kissing him was the only right answer, you were whipped for him.

All the fears and worries about them not liking you are long gone. You feel thankful for meeting someone as good as Pedro.

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[pedrithink]

prenuptial (2) ✩ kylian mbappé

summary: you and kylian are getting married and the subject of the prenuptial agreement comes into play, but kylian is not so sure about this.

[part 1]

"Your mother has scheduled it for 9:30 tomorrow morning, okay?" You run your hand in a light caress over Kylian's head.

Confusion takes over Kylian's expression. "Hm? What?"

"Stop tripping and pay attention to the things I tell you." You let out a playful chuckle as you pout. "The prenup. We're signing it tomorrow."

Kylian bites his lower lip lightly and tries not to let it show, but he has so much to tell you right now. He doesn't quite know what to do and feels he needs to get it out of his head.

A warning immediately pops into his head to try to get this worry out of his mind and he mentally marks of thinking more about it and having an exact way to talk to you about everything that has been haunting his mind.

"Yeah, sure." Kylian's half-forced smile leaves you confused and you move closer to leave a light caress on his face.

"What? You've been scattered since we talked about this." Your frown frowns, you really can't understand what is going on in Kylian's head. "If it's about me being upset, relax, Kylian. I told you, it's more than fine with me."

Kylian lets out a frustrated sigh. "No, love. It's not that, it's just..." He runs his hand across his face. It's crazy how the frustration of not knowing what to say to you hits him like an avalanche. "I don't know."

"Don't dwell on it too much." You hold his hands to try to pass on a little more confidence about the situation. "It's going to be okay, it's material things and that's not important to me."

You know it's not easy for Kylian, you understand how he must be feeling and you don't blame him for having this relapse of "fear." But, nothing will be able to bring that feeling of upset upon you because of this arrangement.

For Kylian, there already comes the issue that you have shared years of your life with him and he has shared years of his life with you. You were and are present in his life every day, giving your immeasurable support and your constant consolation, always finding ways to make him feel better when he loses a game or always celebrating when he brings a world cup to his country.

It's just a form of gratitude. You deserve it too, you deserve the money that comes along with it.

"It's all right, love. Just a worry I need to put out of my mind." Kylian smiles weakly as he pulls you into a hug. "I love you. Immeasurably."

The whisper of an "I love you" that comes out of his lips makes Kylian's heart expand with so much love and you can only concentrate on hugging him tighter and tighter.

You spend the entire morning together, doing your daily chores and some leisure activities all together to try to make up for the homesickness that hits you when you go through a busy work week.

At night, Kylian takes advantage of your tiredness and takes care to go to another room when he sees that you have fallen asleep. He really feels lost and doesn't quite know how to rearrange his thoughts, so it's inevitable when he hits the button to call his mother.

"Kylian?" Fayza's voice is heard along with the sound of some voices in the background of the call. "Y a-t-il un problème?” (Is there a problem?)

Kylian frowns. "Bonjour, maman. Tu es occupée?” (Hi, mom. Are you busy?)

"Non, ce sont juste des amis d'Ethan qui sont venus aujourd'hui. (No, it's just some of Ethan's friends who came over today.)” She lets out a giggle and Kylian hears a few footsteps until they stop. “Qu'est-ce qu'il y a? Tu n'es pas du genre à appeler beaucoup à cette heure-ci. Il s'est passé quelque chose?” (What's up? You're not one to call much at this hour. Did something happen?)

Kylian's thumb rests on his lips and he tries to resist the urge to bite his fingernail from so much anxiety. There are so many thoughts and feelings that he can't control himself.

"Que faites-vous quand vous avez l'impression qu'une chose est juste, mais que trop de gens vous en font douter?” (What do you do when you feel like one thing is right, but too many people make you doubt it?) He fires off the question, without even giving him a chance to assimilate.

"Hm...right." Fayza gasps, and the confusion is palpable in her voice. "Je te dirais de suivre ton cœur et ton intuition, je sais que ça fait cliché, mais ils savent déjà ce que tu veux vraiment. Tout le reste est secondaire.” (I would tell you to follow what your heart and intuition say, I know that sounds cliché, but they already know what you really want. Everything else is secondary.)

Kylian shakes his head positively and for a moment forgets that his mother cannot see him. "Mais pourquoi? Tu ne vas pas me dire ce qui te passe par la tête?” (But why? Aren't you going to tell me what's going through your mind?)

"Tu le sauras demain, maman. Merci pour le conseil.” (You'll find out tomorrow, Mom. Thanks for the advice.)

Kylian says goodbye to Fayza briefly, and in his heart it is clearly imprinted that he is going to follow the script the way he always wanted.

Soon, he goes to bed and when morning comes, he is awakened by her sudden movement around the room. When you see Kylian with his eyes ajar, you smile and approach the bed to caress his face lightly.

"Hey, love. Get up, it’s almost 9:00." Kylian purrs at the cuddling you do and tries not to fall asleep again, but suddenly he sits up in bed and leaves a light kiss on your lips, then gets up to get ready.

He wants to end this situation as soon as possible and let peace reign in his mind.

One minute he is getting ready and the next you are in front of the place to sign the whole agreement.

Kylian can't hide his anxiety and you can only get more and more confused, not knowing what to do to get any insecurity out of his head.

With his leg shaking and the pen in his hands, Kylian can't hold it in. "I don't want to do that."

You and Fayza stare at each other in confusion as Kylian drops the pen on top of the paper. "I don't want to sign that paper."

Fayza directs her gaze at him and as a mother, attends to the way he seems totally sincere about it. "What do you mean by that, Kylian?"

"Kylian stop fooling around, just sign it." You let out a nervous laugh and poke at his leg with your foot. The fear of Fayza thinking you influenced this scares you a little.

"No, I don't want to. You fought for that money too and when we get married I want you to have the peace of mind that my money is yours too." Kylian takes a stand and lays out everything that has been troubling his mind these days. "Mom, she is everything to me. When I told you that night that I was going to marry her. I meant that I want to 100% commit and share everything of myself with her. I mean it in the emotional and financial sense."

Fayza shakes her head as she faces Kylian. "I know you and my father have given everything for me, but I don't want to sign this and feel bad for not giving the trust of something I am most sure of in this world." Kylian directs his gaze to you. "I know that you and I are forever, okay? I know that. But, if something goes wrong, I want to make sure that you will have a life full of tranquility and without having to kill yourself for it."

After Kylian speaks all that has tormented him, you have your eyes watering and Fayza a little smile on her face.

"Fine by me." Fayza's reaction makes Kylian's eyes widen and you are surprised too. He thought it would be a little difficult to convince her. "I'm sure you two are forever, you're made for each other."

Kylian shakes his head positively and tries to hold back a smile, but turns to you and holds your hands. "Ky, are you sure?"

The uncertainty in your voice makes his heart hook. "That is the second most certain thing I am in life, my love."

"Second?" Confusion hits all sides of your mind and your face can't hide the expression. "What would be the first?"

"That I want to spend the rest of my life by your side."

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[gadriezmannsgirl]

pablo gavi x female reader fluff? <3

I'm sick🤧 but... Of course☺️ I wasn't going to post it today but seeing as I'm sick and probably will want a few days off while I cool down, got this done. (Or probably not who knows), anyways, here you go, bestie! Hope you like it, please, let me know what you think!

P.S: Forget how much it took me to do this one

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If I Love You, I'll Show It - P. G

Summary: It's a family evening and Pablo doesn't care. He loves you, he'll show it.

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"¿Es posible que te quiera mucho?" (Is it possible for me to love you so much?) Pablo whispered in your ear as you smiled leaning into him, slowly turning your head to kiss his jaw twice

"I think it is, seeing as I love you so much too" You whispered back to him, your lips still pressed against his skin, so that everytime you spoke a light kiss was left there with a smile on

Pablo smiled turning his head too and kissing you softly in your lips

"Stop exchanging saliva" Aurora said hitting Pablo in his arm with a cushion

"What the-? ¡Es mi novia y quiero besarla!" (Sh's my girlfriend and I wanna kiss her!) Pablo exclaimed making you, his dad and Aurora laugh

"Y/N!" You heard your mom yell from the inside of the house

"¡Ahí voy, señora!" You said yelling a bit standing up "Don't be a baby" You said to Pablo leaning down to give him several quick pecks on his lips, that you couldn't help yourself "And you" You trailed off grabbing a cushion from besides Pablo "...stop hitting my boyfriend" You said throwing said cushion at Aurora's face

"He is my brother!"

"And he's my boyfriend!" You exclaimed with a smile making them laugh a little

"Yes, bebé! Tell her!" Pablo said as you walked away

"He's my boyfriend!" You yelled while giggling making the siblings laugh lightly

"You're crazy for her, aren't you?" Aurora asked her younger brother when you weren't around anymore

"I am" Pablo said watching you through the glass doors say something that made his mom laugh and yours smile "She's just beautiful and I'm truly in love with her" Pablo didn't took his eyes off of you and spoke with a smile on his face "And I want her in my life for the whole run, I see her in everything" Pablo confessed for the first time to his sister.

His dad knew about those feelings of his for so long and it made him extremely happy to see his son happy. To see him finding true and sincere love.

You were the perfect match for Gavi and everyone around both of you knew it.

"So... Sister-in-law?" Aurora asked as they laughed and Pablo nodded

"Not now of course" He said "Maybe a few years more for that" He laughs "But, eventually? Yes"

Unbeknownst to him, you were saying the exact same thing to your mother and the mom of your boyfriend while helping them dry the dishes

"I just love him so much" You stated smiling "He's... Perfect. He treats me nice, he cares, he listens, he talks, he sometimes annoys everything out of me" We laugh ", but I like that so much. Like, I can't see myself without him... So, I really hope he keeps loving me forever because I'm sure I will do the same for him" You smiled almost letting a vase fall to the floor but you acted as if nothing "Ignore me, almost letting this drop because I'm thinking of Pablo"

You smiled lightly as Belén and your mom laughed out loud, Belén taking a plate out of your hands and pointing you to the food

"Just watch that out before something happens"

"Pablito has you crazy?" Your mom joked around with you as you blushed

"¡Ay, mami!" You whined, both woman laughed a bit as you tried with your everything to stop the hard blushing, because you already failed at containing your smile

You just were so in love with the Sevillano

"Stop" You begged a little, giggling.

You weren't ashamed of your love for Pablo, you just were a bit embarrassed his mom was hearing you gushing around for her son.

"No. Go ahead, hija" Belén told you waving you off a bit with the kitchen cloth "You can't be worse than him"

Her comment made the three of you laugh and you pouted a little. You loved how much both of your families loved you and Pablo together, their teasing and their sincere words of appreaciation.

It was simply the best.

Soon, Aurora joined you and helped you with things in the kitchen, meanwhile Belén and your mom were washing and drying the dishes.

The four of you were laughing and joking around. Pablo forgotten now as Aurora was telling you a bit of gossip of her friends at Uni, wanting your and both of your moms perspective

"Creo que ambas partes tienen razón pero a su vez están equivocadas" (I think both parts are in the right, but they're also wrong) You said winning a nod from Belén

"I think Sofia is in the wrong" Aurora said

"She is" You nodded "But Jennifer also is" You said showing an imaginary balance with your hands "Personally, both of them are mistaken and need to get their things out" Your mom and Belén clapped their hands a bit and you smiled like a little kid being praised while pulling your hands up a little as if you were partying

"Judge Y/N" You posed a little but quickly left it

"De ninguna manera" (No way) You shook your head making them laugh

Soon you feel arms being wrapped around you as you smiled knowing exactly who's arms were

"Hola" He said as you smiled letting yourself relax a bit in his hold

"Hola" You said back turning your head to watch him with a smile. He pressed a kiss on your shoulder

"What are you beautiful women making?"

"A Gordon Blue, some salad and fries" Your mom replied

"Looks delicious" He said looking at you before opening his mouth, you giggled grabbing the spoon and some of the dressing, you blew a bit on it

"It's hot" You mumbled before putting it in front of his mouth, feeding him a bit

"It's delicious" He said after eating it nodding repeatedly making the four of you giggle "Need help with something?" He spoke lightly looking into your eyes as you shook your head lightly

"I don't think so" You mumbled lost in his eyes

"No, we do" Aurora said "Put on the table?" You laughed at the face Pablo gave his sister

"C'mon, I'll help you with it" You said turning off the stove, washing your hands and getting the needed things for the table "Let's go" You grab his wrist and get him to the table that was a bit far from the kitchen and from the backyard

Inmediately, being away from your family's eyes, Pablo grabbed your face with both of his hands and kissed you

"Pablo!" You exclaim a bit "What's up with you today?"

"I need some loving!"

"You can have that when we get to the apartment" He kissed you once more

"I want it now"

"Your parents are here!" You said

"And they've seen us kissing a lot of times"

"But not like this. You've kissed me at least ten times this evening, I'm not complaining but it is a bit strange kissing their son in front of them"

"Nah" Pablo shrugged it off and kissed you once more "If I love you, I'm gonna show it" Kiss "They should be used to it by now. Two years by your side" Kiss "and all those that remain" You smiled hard at that

"Thought you were shy on PDA?"

"I'm not shy" He stated "I'm reservated while we're outside because I don't want my fans to attack you; however, our friends and family know I'm way too whipped for you and it's normal for them to see me like this" He kissed your jaw this time "Now, at home" He hissed a bit "... let's not talk about how much you love my attention at home because we'll end up in something else" You blushed trying not to smile

Indoors, were everything was just you and him, it was a completely different thing, both of you, all over each other.

"C'mon, let's put this table so you can kiss me a few more" You pulled away putting the table

Pablo was pouting, finishing his job of setting the table, didn't end up like you promised, he was expecting a full on kiss where you end up with your lips red and a bit swollen but instead he got a few pecks since his dad and your brother came in

He fed you a bit from his food during dinner even if it was the same thing you were eating, he wanted to treat you like what you were, his baby, his girl, his queen, his love.

Your brother and his sister teased him, for what he just shushed them up with a "Ya, ya. Where's your girlfriend tonight, bud? And your boyfriend, girlie? You guys are just jealous I got my girl beside me to give me some loving"

Your moms kept on gushing about how cute you and Pablo were which brought a smile on both of your faces on, your dad jokingly threatening Pablo on not breaking your heart

"Nah, I would never" Pablo had replied making you kiss his cheek

The rest of the night, Pablo was next to you, touching you in some way, giving you neck, cheek, forehead kisses every now and then seeing you were a bit flustered for all the attention he's giving you in front of both families. Even tho, he could also seeing you love it

"Shall we go home?" He asked you once you were left alone for a while, you smiled nodding and walking hand in hand you said your goodbyes and went inside your car

While you drove, his hand on your thigh caressing it slowly, 'La Bella y La Bestia' from Reik playing in the back, the dark Spanish night was making the moment prettier than what already was

"Eres preciosa" (You're beautiful) Pablo said out of nowhere making you look at him while being at a red light, you smiled seeing he was already looking back at you

"Y tú eres muy guapo, mi amor" (And you're very handsome, my love) You replied "Te quiero" You said grabbing his hand from your thigh and kissing it

"Y yo a ti" He said leaning over the console to kiss your lips properly

You smiled against his lips "I cannot wait to get home"

"Then, drive woman. I can't wait either" You laughed "Wanna kiss and cuddle you properly without anyone watching us" You laugh pressing onto the accelerator, already on your way home

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@gaviypedrisbride

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[coffincestuous]

i’ve seen some people say that ashley is kind of an extreme portrayal of mental illness(es), but, from my own experience…. she’s actually a very real portrayal. all of her possessiveness, her mood swings, her dependency on andrew, her choice to not think too long about super traumatizing shit, her impulsiveness; all of those are very normal, very accurate ways mental illnesses and other disorders manifest

(andrew also shows Many signs of mental illness(es) and disorders, and so does their mom, but that’s not what this post is about!!)

i’m not going to try to diagnose her or anything, and i’ll try to keep my headcanons to myself, but i believe we can all tell that the way she thinks and acts is not exactly healthy for her or the people around her. she’s harmful to herself, andrew, and a lot of others. there’s genuinely So Much that has influenced the way she is, i kind of don’t even know where to start

she wasn’t “born evil,” like her mom says. she isn’t even “evil,” she just… doesn’t really understand. that’s not a bad thing!! she doesn’t understand what’s wrong with her behavior, because no adult ever taught her. no adult ever cared enough to make sure she learned how to treat people nicely. no adult ever paid attention to her harmful behavior and tried to correct it. we see that ashley has been kind of an asshole from a very early age, and she’s always been pretty blunt with her thoughts and feelings. she hasn’t ever felt the need to sugar-coat things, to spare other’s feelings. aside from andrew, nobody has ever been genuinely nice to her, or spared her feelings, so why should she bother?

similarly, she doesn’t lie too often, unlike andrew. she doesn’t like pretending, especially not with him. she says in game, during dinner with their parents, that she can’t “keep up” with andrew’s lies. we only really see her lie of her own accord once, and she doesn’t donit very convincingly.

she doesn’t really care about anything that doesn’t concern her or andrew, which is like. The Most logical path for her feelings to take. andrew is the only person that she’s ever known who cares about her. he’s been by her side for her entire life. her parents, her neighbors, and her friends have done wrong by her, and have been driven away by her… Her. except for andrew. (we’re ignoring the chapter two decay route for this). he’s been there through everything. he’s cared when no one else has. he’s seen her at her worst and her best moments. again, no adult taught her about caring, or pretending to care. she doesn’t feel the need to mask like andrew does, and she doesn’t have a want to “fit in” to a society that has failed her and her brother. she’s been treated as an outsider for her whole life, so she probably believes she’ll never “fit in,” she’ll never be accepted, and she doesn’t need to fit in or be accepted by them.

she greatly values loyalty in her friends. we see her act this way with andrew, with nina, and with julia. she sees people chosing others over her as a betrayal. other than andrew, no one has ever chosen ashley first. that upsets her!! that would upset anyone, but it especially upsets her because no one has ever chosen her first. her parents gave andrew all of their attention, but not her. her two friends have betrayed their friendship and put andrew above her. in game, she says it herself: she should be the top priority. with every encounter, every back-and-forth, every relationship, every decision, she’s waiting to be pushed aside. she’s waiting to be discarded. with andrew, she’ll do anything in her power to make sure he doesn’t leave her, either.

i think that it’s really interesting that she really is her worst self with andrew. she’s mean, she’s violent, she’s petty and crass and acts very childish, but she generally feels safe with him. she feels comfortable with him, and doesn’t feel the need to hold herself back at all. there’s security to be found in a relationship (of any kind) that you can say terrible things and act in horrible ways and that person stays by your side. that’s a huge part what she has with andrew. she trusts him to stay by her side, despite how awfully she may act. she places a Lot of importance on his presence in her life.

even the murder and cannibalism can be attributed to mental illness (along with The Plot). the intense mood swings that she has go along with her already violent tendencies. she feels anger, frustration, annoyance, and a whole bunch of other really negative emotions that she’s never learned to cope with. a lot of people in real life use violence as an outlet for anger. plus, she doesn’t allow herself feel upset or disgusted by death, even at her own hands (if she even feels it at all). despite that, i believe that murdering her parents had to be So cathartic for her and andrew. ashley explains in the decay route why eating people makes her feel powerful and in control, and being in control is something she very obviously feels that she lacks. she’s seen as manipulative, but she doesn’t really succeed at her manipulation. she’s understandably insecure with her entire existence, so she tries to control whoever and whatever she can, and that extends to andrew, murder, as well as cooking and eating people

there’s a lot to life that is treated as “normal” and “universal,” but everyone starts with absolutely no knowledge. experiences build a person’s worldview and shapes their personality, and ashley has had very rough experiences. she is a product of abuse and neglect and mistreatment, and is a very realistic depiction of a person who has had the experiences she’s had. the game has a pretty light tone despite the content, but it being “pretty light” doesn’t take away from the amount of detail that is put into the main characters and the trauma that they’ve suffered

ashley doesn’t have to be “good” or “positive” representation to be accurate representation, and i feel like nemlei has done a fucking excellent job at making a very, very unwell person (or two or three) in a very, very unwell society, and i am so extremely excited to see more of the graves’ childhood in chapter three

#tcoaal #the coffin of andy and leyley #ashley graves #analysis #coffin.txt #i may be projecting a little but i share so many behaviors and thought patterns with her #this game… THIS GAME!!!! #‘scary’ mental illness club rise up 💪 #autism club rise up 💪

[lavendermunson]

Could you write fluff alphabet for robin?:)

of course!!

fluff alphabet - robin buckley

cw none, just fluff!!

a/n found a lot of versions of the sfw alphabet but decided to go with this one! i hope you like it!! ty for requesting ♡

prompts by whumptydumptysatonawall 

Affection – What do they do to show affection?

Robin loves to tell you every little detail she knows about the things she likes, movies, and books. But lately, she has been reading the French to English dictionary you got her for her birthday.  She has been studying it in her free time at Family Video, and with the time she has had, she has learned fully formed sentences.

One day, she surprises you at lunch with a couple of flowers in her hand and your favorite candy. When she hugs you, she whispers, “Tu es l'amour de ma vie." Your knees buckle as her words tingle against your face, and she leaves a peck on your cheek. 

You ask her what it means, and she says it’s your turn to use the book. You smooth the grin off her face with a kiss, asking her to tutor you instead, and she agrees, not knowing you already know what that phrase means.

Beauty - what do they admire about their s/o? what do they think is beautiful about them?

Everything. It’s true that when Robin saw you for the first time, she believed in love at first sight. She got close to you with the time, and thanks to you joining the friend group, she was able to talk to you and ask you on a date. On one of those dates, Robin always mentioned how beautiful you are, but she still has so much to tell you.

She loves how smart you are. She loves how kind and sweet you are. She loves your shiny eyes, your adorable cheeks, and your soft lips. Robin is also obsessed with your body, she worships you every day, and she motivates you when you want to get out of your comfort zone and try a different outfit. She loves the way her jewelry looks on you when you try on one of her necklaces and decide it looks so much better on you.

Cuddles - How do they like to hug their s/o? Can include a visual.

Robin loves to hug you behind your back when you are entertained baking some of her favorite cookies. 

She also loves to be the little spoon whenever you sleep together, she loves it when you press your chest against her back and the way your arm wraps her in a tight hug. As the night passes, you are completely tangled with her, your leg is hugging her too, and you cling to her as you have sweet dreams and breathe against her neck.

Discrete - What's their opinion on PDA?

Going out with Robin is always fun, she is always by your side, and you love it. The only thing that bothers you is that you have to know where you can show your affection in public. You're too tired of people’s glances and whisperings. 

But when you are in a safe place, she can’t stop. Robin always has an arm around your shoulders or your waist. She always leaves a peck on your cheek, on your forehead, and on your nose, and when she kisses you, she makes sure to press your chest against her to feel you as close as possible. She loves to feel your warmth.

Everything - You are my _____. (Ex. World, Life, etc.)

Robin always says: “You are my princess, you are my world, you are my love,” and when you hear those words fall from her lips, it always feels like the first time. Your heart is thumping against your chest, and you are running towards her to pamper her face with thousands of little kisses.

Family - Do they want a family?

She has seen you taking good care of the kids, especially Erica and Holly, since they’ve always wanted to play with you or show you something new they got. She knows they get so excited to see you because being with you is fun, and you don’t fear the kids when they are being mischievous. She is scared of how good she will be as a mom, but she knows that by your side, anything will be alright.

Gifts - What types of gifts do they give their s/o?

Mostly books, because you love them, but she loves giving you flowers because you get so happy when you see them. She also buys food for you, ice cream, and milkshakes when you go out. Robin isn’t good with gifs, she gets especially anxious about picking gifts. She would rather take you out on a nice date, even when she ends up being the passenger princess.

Hands - Do they like holding hands? Can include a visual.

She loves it. When you walk around the lake, looking for a quiet break from all the noise of the town, she takes your hand. She is a big fan of interlocking her fingers with yours to keep you close.

When you are around town, at the mall, or at school, she would rather walk with you holding her arm. This way, you are closer and don’t call for too much attention.

Injury - What do they do if their s/o gets hurt?

Funny band-aids, she is always looking for the ones that have little drawings, and they work so well. Whether you scraped your knee or cut yourself with a paper sheet, she places the band aid and kisses the part where you got hurt. She loves being so cheesy.

Jealousy -  Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

Robin used to get jealous of everyone. She was always jealous of people getting to talk to you because she didn’t know how to get close to you. She used to get so nervous. Now, she isn’t jealous at all because she knows your love for her is as big as her love for you.

Kisses - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

YES! The first kiss is funny, she didn’t plan on you initiating the kiss. You were at Steve’s house, hanging out with your friends, and you went inside to get more beer. Steve pushes Robin and tells her to join you. She asks if she can try some of your chapstick. You ask her if she wants to try, and she nods. You end up taking her face between your hands and kissing her, she gets a sweet taste of your chapstick and you.

Love - When did they know that they loved their s/o?

One day she fell sick. She was in bed with a runny nose and a terrible headache. She called to let you know she wasn’t going to school, and you ended up skipping too, climbing your way to her bedroom to give her some warm soup and freshly baked cookies. You took care of her the way no one else had, and for that, she was so grateful. At the end of the day, she was feeling better, and she knew it was all because of you.

Memory - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

Robin makes a paper ring with a pink paper sheet. She spent at least 20 minutes perfecting the paper ring, and when she got you on the spot for your date, you saw her dropping on one knee and smiling. She asks for your hand, you say yes, and she places the paper ring on your finger. “I’ll get the real one, I promise,” but you don’t need it, this one is already perfect.

Nicknames - What do they call their s/o?

Robin loves nicknames, she always calls you princess because you are her princess. She calls you sweetheart, baby. But when she sees you baking for her or any of your friends, she calls you sugar.

Orange - What color reminds them of their s/o?

Your favorite color—since Robin knew about it, she knew her mind would catch on pretty quickly. Every time she sees a coat, a toy, a candy, or an umbrella of your favorite color, she thinks of you. It's even more special when she finds it in tiny details around her day, reminding her of you when she misses you.

Proposal - How did they propose?

As mentioned earlier, she invites you to a cute spot. It’s pretty, and the view is the best thing. You thought it was one of many other dates, but this was special—her paper ring in hand, symbolizing her heart and your whole future ahead.

Quirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.

You love Robin’s rambling, even more so when she gets creative and decides to tell you a story when you can’t fall asleep. Her soothing voice helps you fall asleep in her arms, take a nap after a long day, or sleep after a nightmare.

Romance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

You are both romantic, but Robin knows you love cliché things. She writes notes with tiny poems on them and puts them in your locker. When you show them to her, she always says, “You have a secret admirer,” but you recognize her handwriting, and every note is even more cheesy than the last one.

Supportive - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

When the imposter syndrome takes control of your life, she is there to cheer you up. She helps you study, and she takes care of things like washing the dishes or making your bed when she knows you are stressed about another thing. She knows you would do the same for her, she is so sure of it.

Time - What are their future plans?

Robin wants to travel the world with you by her side. First, she wants to go to New York, and then she wants to take you to Paris, Italy. She would love to have a lot of adventures by your side. Make a book for your memories so when you have kids, you can show it to them.

Understanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

There will be times when you fight, or have arguments because you disagree on some things. You're sure that Robin is always going to be open to having a conversation and fixing whatever’s wrong.

Value - How important is the relationship to them? What is it worth in comparison to other things in their life?

You are her favorite person. She is so grateful for you, you made her life so much better. Robin knows you feel the same, that’s why you’ve both made sacrifices for one another.

Wild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

I love thinking of Robin as the little spoon, but she is a switch, for sure. When she is the big spoon, she loves pampering you with kisses. She kisses your cheek, your neck, and your shoulder and tickles you to bother you.

Xylophone - What song describes their relationship with their s/o?

“Every Breath You Take” by The Police. She sang to you one time while drunk, and there was an open karaoke at The Hideout. Everyone was cheering for her, and she was looking at you.

Yearning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

She always has a piece of you. A scarf, a cardigan that smells like you, or listening to the mixtape you made for her birthday. She misses you a lot when you aren’t there, but she looks forward to hugging you again and not letting you go for a while.

Zebra - Do they want a pet? What kind?

She always suggested having a dog, a cat, or a little hamster with a silly name. She is aware of her clumsiness, but sometimes she gets distracted easily, so you decide to test her by giving her a stuffed bunny. She has to have it all day, and if she has it in perfect condition by the end of the month, you promised her you could adopt a pet.

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[emgavi]

heyy love, can you please do a gavi x fem reader where they are together and during a football game he points at reader and says "this is for you" but misses? i saw something like that on tiktok and i thought it would be like really funny and cute. thank you so much <333

"This is for you" (Gavi x reader)

When I read this I could not stop laughing and just had to write it!

Thanks for the request love <33

blurb/ficlet #3

You and Gavi were at the monthly family gathering at the park, where his mom and aunts brought all the food, you talking with them and his sister, and Gavi and his cousins playing football in the field next to the picnic tables.

You smiled, staring at Gavi having fun with his family while playing the thing he loves most, football. This version of Gavi you loved, he was more carefree, not super focused as he has to be on the pitch for FC Barcelona. 

“You got a staring problem don’t you y/n/n” you broke out of your trance looking at Gavi and turned your head to see Aurora next to you. Smirking since she witnessed you gawking at her brother. Putting your hands up in defense, “I don’t know what you’re talking about” you said teasing. She just raised her eyebrow at you, “vale, whatever you say” she said laughing a bit before turning her head to the field where the cousins and her brother were playing. 

As you both were watching the game between the family continue, you then saw playful screaming after a play near the goal. After more family arguing, you saw that Gavi was getting ready to take a penalty kick for his team. “Ah let el futbol star take it” you heard his cousins say.

Turning to look back at Gavi you saw him pick up the ball and walk towards the spot for the kick, while he walked up and turned to look at you sitting not far, he gave you his signature smirk..

‘¡Este es para ti!” he said pointing towards you. Then settling the ball down, preparing to kick 

At that moment Aurora whispered next to you, “imagine if he missed” she snickered, making you giggle a little “imagine” you said to her. You saw Gavi take a step back, then go to strike the ball to the net. 

Instead of seeing the usual perfect ball go straight though, you saw the ball move in slow motion going higher than the goal post. Meaning one thing, Gavi missed his penalty kick. In shock you and Aurora had your eyes and mouths wide open, not thinking that your little joke would actually happen. 

Feeling Aurora shake you on the side from disbelief at what she just witnessed, she started to laugh at the situation her brother put himself in, and hearing her laugh made it difficult to contain your own. 

Looking at Gavi, you could see him put his hand to his face, turning to his cousins, who were starting to crowd him, making fun of the situation too. “Pablito if you were going to miss it at least don’t dedicate it to your girlfriend before” his cousins snickered. Gavi’s face went red in embarrassment with a shy smile directed towards you. 

You looked at him with a reassuring smile that it didn’t bother you that he missed but you could see Gavi really wanted to make that goal, especially from all the power he put into it to make it go up. 

‘Vale vale chicos, the food is ready please come and join us to eat, you can resume playing after’ Gavi’s mom said behind you and Aurora, calling in the “players” for food. Walking back to the tables, Gavi slowly made his way to sit next to you.

When he did, he put his head on your shoulder, “that wasn’t supposed to happen querida, lo siento” You just giggled at your boyfriend, “mi amor it’s okay, one goal doesn’t define our love for each other, relax pabs’ You said putting your own head on top on his and rubbing his hand in your own. He smiled on your shoulder and placed a kiss there, “gracias, te amo” Lifting his head to look into your eyes, “but i promise i’ll give you a penalty kick” with his smirk back on his face. You just laughed and were about to respond before his sister spoke, “yeah, you better Hermanito” she said teasingly, making Gavi scold his sister. 

The next game with Barcelona FC ironically had a penalty kick and ironically again, Gavi was the one to take it, except this time he made sure he made it in… for you. After the ball went through the net, he celebrated by running toward your section in the stands, kissing his finger then pointing toward you.

As if he was saying, “that was for you”.

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DATING BILLY HARGROVE WOULD INCLUDE

in the beginning...

him being a dick. when if he decides to date you, he obviously likes you a lot; blondie has made himself a reputation of being a whore and sleeping with people girls like they're a brand new comforter bought for the winter season. but, even so, I don't think he'd bring his walls down right away. he wouldn't be a complete ass, but his attitude his always show off-ish and tone can be quite hard at times.

random mood swings. due to the fact that billy has dealt with both physical and mental abuse, I think it's safe to say his mental health has been impacted greatly from that and has led him to develop mental illness(es) of his own. can't say for sure what, but anger plays a big role in it. he'll definitely snap at you over the littlest things at first.

constant arguments. If you're more closed off, shy and rather not indulge in anything involving shouting, I don't see you stirring the pot more than it already has been. in fact, you get rather shook up and jumpy whenever billy starts shouting over small things. however, if you're the opposite, then I can see things getting bad. nothing physical would happen, but I do believe things can get broke in the heat of the moment.

anxious smoking. since his emotions and thoughts would be bottled up, and he feels as if he can't talk to anyone, including you, he'd always have a lit cigarette to his lips to calm his anxieties. most of the time he chain smokes because of this.

refusing affection. I don't see him giving into any of your touches, at first, unless it's to make out or possibly move further. he releases his anger that way. with other touches, such as hugs, he recoils because he hasn't had someone touch him like that since his mom passed.

random side eyes. since billy knows he isn't the greatest person to be with, he always feels immense guilt after arguments or snapping out on you. he tends to give you side eyes and brief glances, while considering an apology.. maybe something more. of course, nothing ever goes further than that.

little pda at school. while we know hargrove loves to touch and show off anything that's his, when it involves a fresh relationship, I just don't think he'd be too romance-y and such at first. of course, I see him having a hand in your back pocket upon first entering the school, but once you two split for classes that would be done with until you two are alone again. and, perhaps throughout the day, he'd give you a tiny peck on the lips two or three times.

him being overly jealous. he still lets you have your own freedom, as in he's not up your ass about everybody, but if someone even speaks to you in a slightly flirtatious manner, he's by your side with a sickly sweet smile, silently fuming, with a hand wrapped around your waist. I think I can all say he won't necessarily make a scene unless the person doesn't take a hint and back off.

questioning your whereabouts. if you leave his side after school, not to go back to your own place, billy has the habit of questioning where you're going. it may come off as toxic, maybe it is but in reality he's worried... and kind of insecure, but you didn't hear it from me. this also connects with just any time you aren't with him, or by his side; expect phone calls to your house.

later on...

he doesn't yell at you as much. while I very much think billy has anger issues, and mood swings and sometimes can't control, I can see him realizing later on just how badly he mistreats you and picks fights. he'll slowly start to catch himself mid-yell and stop, before walking off to go have a cigarette to calm his nerves. the days also seem to carry on more peacefully; more with him starting to come around, and less arguments.

talking with you. before, billy would just smoke twenty-four-seven to the point where the ashtray would be filled with eight butts within twenty five minutes. later on, though, he cuts down on smoking - deciding that maybe, if he verbalizes to you what's wrong, he'll become less snappy. it works most of the time... but he's extremely awkward with speaking about his feelings and problems, so expect pauses in between.

being more physically loving. billy will definitely come around at some point and let you touch him. maybe it still does make him slightly uncomfortable, but after a bit he becomes touch starved and often finds himself either laying his head in your lap, so you can play with his hair, or he finds every excuse to hug you from behind. it's definitely a turn around, not that your complaining though.

apologizing more. he, in fact, is not too good with apologies. billy gets real awkward and tends to trip up, and word things wrong. but I definitely think, at some point, he gets better with it; would sometimes pair the apology with a small gift, like a stuffed animal or your favorite flower. or, even, he might show you he's sorry by physical convincing you with sweet yet alluring kisses.

more pda in public. by time he's come around to be a better boyfriend, I already see you both out of high school. this means less small pecks in the hallways, and more hand holding and shared kisses at the pool, and other public places. usually, at the pool, billy will take you off guard when you're searching for him and wrap his arms around you from behind. this follows up with him lifting you off the ground, and twirling you around until you get done screaming your head off. expect him to try and push you into the pool once or twice, too. out of there, he often holds your hand; caressing his thumb over your knuckles absentmindedly as an instinct to make sure you're alright. more physical teasing tends to be shared as well, because he just loves making you flustered.

less controlling and more trusting. while billy would still get jealous at times, he'll loosen up at some point and not question where you're going. the only way he would, is if it's suspicious; you leaving in a rush and not mentioning for what, as an example. I also see him, at some point, giving a very bad apology about being a dick about questioning you in the past. the fact that you won't be too bothered by it at that moment in time, will ease him and make him put more faith into you.

him taking care of you. we all obviously see billy ass this tough guy who who's one massive asshole. but, even though that is kind of true, I don't think he'd be the kind of boyfriend that lets his girlfriend's wounds go untreated. if you get into a fight or an accident happens, involving physical injury, I see this man becoming insanely worried on the inside and instantly pulling you to the bathroom. your set onto the sink, and only seconds later would your wounds be addressed. as a bonus, if it involves a fight, expect him to go after that person.

being protective. billy has a thing where he refuses to let people mess with what's his. he's very protective of you, so if the wrong guy says the wrong comment, expect a fight to break out. or if a jealous bitch says something way out of their range, expect him to go off with his own out of pocket comment. he doesn't let anyone pick on you, and he sure as hell will go ballistic if another human being touches you in anyway without your consent.

him sprouting random ideas when high. for some reason, I see blondie as a goofy dude when he's on cloud 9. he'll speak shower thoughts, things he's just never said out loud before but would surface due to his brain being elsewhere. in my head, he'll definitely mention getting matching tattoos more than once - however, since he's gonzo, he'll suggest the dumbest shit. you always bring it up later on just to tease him, and he becomes a pouty bitch that gives you the silent treatment.

him meeting your family. when this option hits the table, he's not too thrilled at first; hargrove just isn't too good with families, so meeting his partner's would be... awkward. very tense, in his mind. though, I do see him trying his best to be good. to your guardian(s), if they're nothing like his father is, I can see him attempting to strike an actual conversation with them to possible get on their good side. he won't suck up, but he'll definitely be out of character. if you have any younger siblings, billy will definitely make an effort to get along with them and maybe form a small bond.

him making up with max. this alone would be a difficult subject for him. in order for him to do this, he'd have to explain everything to her.. which he wasn't okay with doing at first. after some convincing from you though, and shared kisses and praising words, he finally gives in. it's kind of sloppy, and billy messes up with his wording a few times, but eventually he explains to max why he was such an asshole to her. in the end, the two become acquaintances that soon lead up to a beautiful friendship.

I feel like there is way more that can be said, but for now I'll leave this here. I think I pretty much summed it up how I see billy as a partner. hopefully, it's not too bad.

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