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baldeslut · 8 months

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finally this boy is getting more fics !!!!! saw that you want fluff ones... reader has to work all night, but balde wanted to be close to her, so he spent the night sitting next to they (or even lying on their lap almost asleep 🥺), trying not to get in their way

My boy

It was your last big exam for this semester and you needed a good study, even if that meant staying up all night and not being beside your boyfriend. You made yourself a cup of coffee as you started to study. Alejandro called across the hallway

“Amor lets sleep noww” he said while slightly whining.

“I wish, but i really need to study Ale.. just for one night promise”

Leaning against your chair, you saw his head peep out of the walls as he ran across the hallway to see you.

“If your not sleeping, im not sleeping” Alejandro snapped.

“Please get some rest, at least on my bed bebé”

Alejandro sighed as he looked at you while pouting. He left the room as i said goodnight to him on the way out. Suddenly, he came back with one of his chairs, placing it beside you to watch you work. His head turned as he smiled at me, you re-adjusted your glasses as you got your eyes glues back to the computer. A weight was put onto your shoulder as you look to see his head leant onto you.

“Im going to watch you work, i want to be beside you amor”

He wrapped his arms around you as typed. You were studying for your English exam worth almost your whole English mark. The room was silent, he placed a kiss on your cheek.

“Hey i know that too!” Alejandro blurted. His English wasn’t bad, it was decent. But you giggled at his remark as he looked up at you. It was 11:45 pm and it started to stress you out a little bit. You pulled away from your computer as you stretched your arms, yawning.

“Hey hey, im here ok. Please don’t stress, you know it scares me”

Alejandro knew just how to comfort you in situations like this, but he was quite childish whenever it happened, he was always “scared”. You dropped on your bed for a break as he lied down beside you. He caressed my cheek as he pulled in to kiss you, his legs wrapped around you as his lips touched your. What felt like hours, you rose up from the bed as he followed you back to your chair. His legs were curled up on the chair as he pushed his chair closer to yours, leaning into the crook of your neck. His hair grazed your skin as you giggled from the feeling. He listened to you whispering to yourself as you worked, it was like a bedtime story to him. Soon enough his eyes were fluttering as he dozed off to sleep, his little breathes against your skin felt comforting to you.

1:25 am. Your stood up from your chair as you finished your last set of notes. Alejandro felt your presence leave almost immediately as he got up too. His eyes looked tired as a smile grew on his face to see you wide awake. He scooped you up as he brought you to the balcony of the apartment, seeing the view of Barcelona from above. The lights illuminated against his huge brown eyes as they looked like shiny orbs staring into you. He was so beautiful not to look at.

“Im so lucky to have you bebé, i love you soooo much”

“I love you more” you say

He kissed you on the nose as both of you watched the cozy night lights of Barcelona. <33

A/N shorter blurb bc i didnt feel like writing too much </3 hope u enjoyed :))

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nosugarallspice · 4 months

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Do you do breeding kinks? If so pleasee one with Balde where he's fucking you rough but sweet talking you into kids😩😩

Stop this is so!!! Like I get the hype, he’s so fucking cute.

Minors DNI!!!

Word count: 289

“You’d look so pretty with a baby in you, don’t you think?” He murmured, your leg now thrown over his shoulder, his cock digging deeper with each thrust.

You nodded your head, eagerly, obviously cock drunk which is why you agreed to everything he said.

His hand slid up, gripping onto your jaw. Your eyes meeting his, “is that what you want?” He smiles “for me to fuck a baby into you?”

“Ye-yes.” You moaned, your back arching, pushing your bare chest against his.

“That’s my girl.” he leans down, kissing along your jaw before reaching your lips, it was sloppy and rough, just the way you like.

“Ale, baby, please.” You whined, your cunt clenching around him repeatedly, warning him for your next orgasm.

“I know, amor, I know.” He whispered, fucking into you harder, his hands gripping your hips tightly, holding you in place as you squirmed.

Your nails digging deep into the flesh on his back, dragging down - leaving marks for you both to see tomorrow.

“Fuck, you’re perfect, baby.” He murmured, eyes staring deeply into yours as he buried himself deep inside your pussy.

“I’m coming!” You cried, eyes fluttering shut as your second orgasm took over.

Alejandro followed soon behind, releasing himself inside of you, thrusting a few more times to push his seed deeper in before collapsing on top of you.

You both laid there for a bit before Alejandro moved, laying next to you. You looked over at him, “you really want me to have your baby, don’t you?” You grinned.

He laughed, pulling you close. “Of course I do,” he rubbed your tummy, “you’d look so cute pregnant, with my baby.” He murmured before placing a gentle kiss to your lips.

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blackgirlwhowrites2k23 · 1 month

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Can you pleasee do where the reader (his gf) and Balde are doing matching outfits a week long and they're posting it on social media (basically soft launching) and fans go crazy about it then at the end of the week one big hard launch😌🫶

Yourusername added to their story

Story Caption: When I'm with you

I fall deeper in love

Swingin'

This feeling is the one thing my heart is sure of

💕💕

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2 weeks later……

Alejandrobalde added to their story

Story Caption: 🙈❤️

Alejandrobalde posted for the first time in a while

Alejandrobalde The Pack🐺🖤

fan1 Boy, you know nobody gaf about Vegas💀 🤦‍♀️Who was that in your story!?!?😝

fan2 Right!! He’s acting like I didn’t have a heart attack when I saw it😭😭

Ronaldaraujo_4 Always a great time with these guys

Alejandrobalde Always🖤

Pablogavi Thanks for the invite❤️

Ronaldaraujo_4 You can’t even drink, aren’t you like 12?

fan3 I wish I could be friends with the Barca boys! They seem so fun 🥲

fan4 They do!

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Yourusername added to their story

Ansufati sent you a message on Instagram

Ansufati What’s all this undercover stuff for. We’re not detectives

Yourusername Private, not a secret 😌

Ansufati Ok but we all know who this is

Yourusername Private, not a secret 😒

Ansufati🫣

Alejandrobalde posted on his story

Story Caption: 🥰

Ansufati Jesus, you too

Alejandrobalde …….

Ansufati Private not a secret🙄

Y’all cute though. Always matching 🙈

Wish I could see your faces.

Together.

In one photo.

Alejandrobalde💀

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Yourusername added 2 photos to their 🥰💕 highlight

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Alejandrobalde posted for the first time in a while

Alejandrobalde 1 year down, infinite more to go

Pedri woah! me and who?😹

fan4 HARD LAUNCH TIME !!!🚀

fan1 1 year! Like a whole year? Where have I been

fan2 Must’ve been around the time since that Paris trip last year, that’s when she first posted him

Ansufati You mean she posted the back of his head🙄

fan1 OmG?😭

Joaofelix79 Young love 🥹🥰❤️

Lamineyamal Who invited gramps?

fan5 love this for them

Yourusername NOOO! You beat me to it😭🫶🏾

Alejandrobalde Couldn’t hold my love in any longer 😅❤️

Lamineyamal I’m going to throw up

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httpsdana · 10 months

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138 alejandro balde plss

Braids~Alejandro Balde

*I forgot who I got this from. but credits to them anyways*

Help Alejandro is such a cutie I love him so much

you can request from my prompt list

this is my master list

players/drivers I write for

138- "shh..stop fussing I'm just braiding your hair"

Alejandro's hair was one of the most precious things for him. He always and I mean always took extra care of his hair.

y/n also adored his hair. She wanted to try many hairstyles in it, but Ale didnt allow that much.

"Ale pleaseee just this time" she begged him, trying to convice him to let her do something with his hair

"babe I have a match tomorrow. what if it doesn't turn out good and ruins my hair" he whined making y/n gasp

"you think I might ruin your precious hair?!" she said, her jaw slightly open.

She wouldn't lie and say it didn't offened her that he didn't trust her with his hair

"no no that's not what I said but-" he looked at her, while she had her lips in a pout and giving him her best puppy eyes

"oh my god fine. but if it doesn't turn out good I'm not talking to you for a week" he warned, making y/n squeal in excitement

She hugged him tightly making him chuckle

"thank you thank you I love you so much I promise you won't regret it" she said quickly, before getting up and grabbing her brushes and ties.

"come here" she motioned for Ale to sit between her legs, while she sat on the couch

Alejandro obeyed and sat quietly between her legs on the floor

First, she started with brushing his hair, careful not to hurt him while he sat scrolling through tiktok.

after that she split his hair for each braid she was gonna do. She started with the first one, pulling his hair a bit to make sure the braid was steady.

"ouch what are you doing that hurts" he whined, trying to pull away. She put her hand on his shoulder and pushed him down to stay seated.

"shh...stop fussing I'm just braiding your hair" she said in a concentrated voice, biting her lip as she focused on the braid she was doing

Alejandro groaned but sat still, though he kept complaining the whole time

"okay I'm done! you look so adorable baby" y/n squealed as Ale jumped from the floor to the closest mirror in the house.

y/n followed him to see his reaction. He was surprised, running his hand over the braids with a smile

"okay I can't deny I look amazing" he said, still admiring his girlfriend's work

"of course you do I was the one who did them" she shrugged her shoulders making Alejandro chuckle

"come here" he pulled her closer, putting his arms around her waist. He leaned in and pecked her lips a few times

"if I play perform good in tomorrow's game you're gonna have full control of my hair later on" he said making y/n smile

And that was what happened. Alejandro's performance was phenomenal that match and he always came to y/n to try new hairstyles

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juli19varez · 6 months

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Sur...prise? | Alejandro Balde X Reader

summary: alejandro tried to do a surprise to you, but... well.

warnings: fem!reader, attempt to make it funny, reader described to be overworked (not too explicitly), fluff.

author's note: this was a request but my app excluded all of a sudden 😭 anyways, really liked that request and i made it a little more longer than i wanted (still good i swear) hope you like it and sorry for any mistakes <3 (requests open)

it was almost midnight, you were still studying on your dorm for your next exams, almost sleeping on your books, when you heard a knock on the door. confused and exhausted, you got up to see who was there at such a time. when you opened the door, you could see alejandro smiling, while carrying some bags with him, your eyes widened.

"ale, what the hell are you doing here?!" you said whispering. you knew the rules of the dorm very well. no one from the men's dorms could go to the women's dorms after ten o'clock.

alejandro grinned, entering your room. "i was bored, so i was thinking 'why not go visit mi princesa preciosa?' and here i am!" he said proudly, putting the bags on your desk.

you sighed closing the door, approaching him quickly. "you know the rules here and how much this is dangerous! are you crazy?" you whispered, touching his chest. ale looked down, smirking. "maybe i am, but it was worth the risk," he whispered, giving a little peck at your lips, making you blush.

ale smiled, taking your hand. "come on, i bought you presents, dont be mad at me" he pouted giving you puppy eyes, you shook your head in disbelief. ale pulled you closer, hugging you.

"okay, I'm sorry, that must be some stress because of the finals." you sighed, hugging him back tightly. he stroked your hair, nodding.

"I know that, that's why I'm here." you looked at him confused as he goes to grab the bags again, handing them to you. "open up!" opening the bags, you saw a stuffed animal, and the other, some chocolates.

"I know how stressed you get with these things and overwork yourself, and i cant be by your side all the time, so I bought that bear so you could use some company, he's even using my perfume!" he pointed, looking happy. "and the chocolates... well, you love chocolate."

you smiled, looking at him happily. "you're literally the best boyfriend ever!" he chuckled as you started to kiss all his face, hugging him like a koala. "wow, you really do love me, hm?" you nodded, feeling his arms around you.

"uhm... we just have one problem..." ale hid his face on the crook of your neck. you murmured telling him to continue. "i can't get back to my dorm right now, you know? and im really tired right now... and you need to rest a little, dont you think?"

you tried to say something to complain, but knew he was right, it was almost impossible to leave the building while the guards were everywhere, and wouldn't be a bad idea to sleep together after so much time studying. you nodded, leading him to your bed. "just this time, you troublemaker, don't get used to it." he laid beside you, babbling something you didn't really paid attention, too focused turning the lights on your side off.

you turned to face him, smiling at his sleepy face. "good night, amor" he kissed your nose, hugging you by the waist, resting his head on the top of yours. "good night, preciosa."

8:00am. you heard someone knocking on your door again, you tried to get up, but alejandro was hugging you tight, it made you smile. when you were about to get back to sleep, you heard someone outside.

"y/n!!! you promised to us that we would study together this morning! open up, girl!" your eyes widened realizing it was your friends, you whispered a 'holy shit' when you glanced back to ale, who was still sleeping peacefully by your side.

"u-uhm... one second!!! im... im in the bathroom!" you said back, trying to wake alejandro up. "please, wake up amor" you begged, and finally he opened his eyes, stretching himself and smiling tired. "good morn-"

"no time for it!! hide in the bathroom, right now" you whisper shouting to him, amost pushing him inside there. he looked so confused that made you feel bad, you murmured 'sorry' for him all the time while he just chuckled. "I'll explain later, just don't make any sound until i open the door again." he nodded, and you headed to the girls, still knocking on the door.

"why did you take so long?" "sorry, i was going to take a shower, and then you two appeared." you smiled awkwardly, trying to hide your nervousness. you took a little look até the gifts of the last night, at the same time your friends did. oh no.

"OMG! who gave you this?! this is so cute!!!" they screamed in awe, looking at the heart shaped box with chocolates.

"i-i.... uhm, someone not really important! just a... guy i know..." you grabbed the bear and the box quickly, putting them behind you. "ooh, come on! tell the truth."

"i-it was a guy i met sometime ago... i like h-him, you know?" you said shyly, feeling your cheeks burning, the two girls continued to say how cute and romantic that was. you interrupted them to make some bad excuse to cancel your plans, and they left.

you sighed in relief, hearing the bathroom door crack. "so... you like me?" alejandro hugged you from behind, kissing your red cheek. you laughed, pulling him off. "shut up!"

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lilirari · 4 months

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𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⊹ ( ⚽ ) . . . FAKE TEXTS ⁷ !

ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭ ꩜⋆ worm on a string. also, friendly reminder ! these are all fake texts so please don't take them seriously ^^ that first text is me btw i'm going to start my own bottled water company soon.

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mqsi · 1 year

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hey i love your writing and was wondering if you could do one where reader is besties with balde and he brings reader with him to training almost every time they train but reader is bored so they draw while barca train and they cant help but draw more and more portraits of pedri, analyse him and stuff (like gradually catching feelings for him - crush) and one day they leave their sketchbook somehwere and balde and pedri find it and then everything is up to you :) thank you for letting me rant

Hi love, thank you! As an artist myself I’m happy for this request💙

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You were close friends with Balde so It was expected from him to go and drag you on his practice or anything that included football. You were happy to attend his games but training grounds were something else.

You met a lot of his teammates but watching them train gradually became boring yet you didn’t want to disappoint your friend by not tagging along whenever he calls. You found escape in bringing a sketchbook, at first just sketching Balde in various poses.

You couldn’t help but let your eyes wander on a certain brunette, analysing his form. You respected Pedri as a player and he was also nice in person. But his good looks were a nice bonus as well. You got lost in thought as you pulled the lines on the paper, sketching Pedri’s face. A slight blush crept up your cheeks.

Next time, you let yourself draw his full body. His arms exposed with sweat decorating the skin. You caught yourself analysing his features, the way his nose curved and the stubble on his chin. The way his hair flew in the wind and his eyes turned to honey in the sun.

How he rolls the shorts up and the way he smiles. How he playfully pushes Gavi or teases Ferran. From practice to practice, your sketchbook became full of Pedri in different situations. That’s when you realized that you might have developed a crush for the midfielder.

Just as you placed down the sketchbook on the bench next to you, Balde came running to you, seemingly running away from someone.

“HELP ME” he yelled, pulling you off the bench. You started laughing and played along with the tag game they started on the field. So much that you forgot about the sketchbook on the bench, leaving without it.

On his way back to the locker room, Pedri noticed your little treasure. He immidiately knew it was yours, as he noticed you always holding a pen and 9/10 times looking at him. So the drawings were no surprise when he flipped trough the pages.

Being honest, he did always find you quite cute. The way you scrunched your face in concetration while drawing and how you taught that he didn’t catch your stares.

That’s when he got an idea. Since you already left with Balde, he pulled out his phone and called him.

“We were together 15 minutes ago?”

“Yeah I am not calling for you, are you still with y/n? Can you give her the phone?”

Balde made a face but handed you the phone anyway.

“Hey?” You asked, still completely unaware that your sketchbook was forgotten, let alone in Pedri’s hands.

“Hey hermosa, don’t you think you left something?”

Your eyes widened at the realization. Suddenly, your face was hot and breathing was harder.

“Um, can you leave it where you found it, I’ll come back for it now”

“Uh oh, I’m worried that It’s already in my bag and I’m already in my car so if you want it, you can come over and I’ll give it to you” Pedri said, which was obviously a lie since he was standing in the middle of the field still.

“What?” You nervously asked.

“You heard me, and I don’t see the problem really, it seems that you enjoy looking at me”

You felt your face heat up even more and you tried to compose yourself to speak.

“Fine, I’ll ask Balde to drop me off at your place later today, is that okay?”

“More than okay”

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a/n: I HAD TO USE Y/N HERE CAUSE THERE WAS NO OTHER WAY FOR HIM TO ASK AND I HATE IT

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pablitogavii · 11 months

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Story of my life Pt. 1

Short series coming your way loves :) Hope you enjoy it!

PART 2

First and foremost, people usually knew about you as the daughter of the famous Xavi Hernandez, old Barça player and current coach of the first time. But besides that complicated fact, your life was pretty normal and simple..until you became best friends with Pablo Gavira.

"Would you stop chewing so loud bombon!? You will scare all the guests away" Pablo smirked and you rolled your eyes chewing even louder on purpose to spite him.

"Which movie are we gonna be watching anyways??" you said stuffing your mouth with the delicious carne asada while he chuckled shaking his head at your behavior.

"It's the new one you kept whining nobody wanted to watch with you. One with Jenifer Lopez in the main role" Pablo said and you smiled that he agreed to watch the movie with you despite knowing he wasn't much of a fan of going to cinema especially since the crazy fans would always start to develop stories whenever he is seen with any girl.

"And what if the die heart fans think we are dating??" you chuckle seeing him roll his eyes in annoyance shaking his head.

"Nahh. It's not like I'm going to take you to the back row so we can make out in peace but accidentally get caught with someone's camera..." Pablo said and you almost chocked on your meal seeing him laugh hysterically at your reaction.

"Cabrón! I have a boyfriend if you forgot!" you said and Pablo rolled his eyes never really being the biggest fan of your as he calls 'boy-toy' Trevor Parker, cute American exchange student who was as far away from your type as possible but somehow menage to charm you in school. All lies aside, it was during the time Pablo was away for the World Cup and you were lonely.

You always found Pablo attractive and that was no secret (even to your dad) but somehow you found girl's obsessing over him as a clear sign you should stay away. You didn't want to be one of the many.

Your phone kept buzzing and you lowered your light seeing five unread messages from Trevor who was wondering where you were. As much as Pablo disliked him, Trevor hated Pablo even more always saying that he is trying to steal you away. He even asked you to drop Pablo as your best friend but you refused so now you hide whenever you are with Pablo in order to avoid stupid arguments.

"Tell the cabrón you are busy and turn that shit off!" Pablo was annoyed and it took you by surprise this being the first time he showed he was affected by Trevor that much. You did as he said giving your focus back to the move while catching sight of Pablo's clenched jaw from time to time. Why was he so angry??

After the movie ended, Pablo gave you a ride home opening the door for you like always but then the sound of Trevor's american accent interrupted the moment.

"I knew you were with him! Where have you been!?" Trevor was yelling and Pablo was getting angrier by the second hating to stay silent while someone was talking to you in such a way. Why is it his fucking business where you were with your best friend!? Pablo hated this guy!

"Tranquí hermano. We just hung out and that's all" Pablo said but Trevor was ignoring him looking straight at your guilty face. You shouldn't have lied, that's true, but you wanted to avoid being yelled at again just for wanting to spend time with your best friend.

"What were you doing all night with him!?" Trevor was yelling at your face and Pablo was having enough knowing it's not his place to say anything but just wanting to hold you to his chest and save you from this asshole!

"We were watching a movie.." you whispered and Pablo could tell that this guy was scaring you into obedience which was far away from love..he just wished you saw yourself right now and stopped finding excuses for this toxicity.

"So you have a boyfriend but instead go watch a movie with some other dude!? Why didn't you ask me!?" Trevor said while Pablo was holding his hand in tight fists imagining them hitting his stupid face.

"I did ask you..but you said no.." you reminded the boy who only laughed at that saying that it was the stupidest movie to ever be made to what you only shrugged.

How could you stay with someone who treated you like this!? Pablo wasn't a big movie fan but seeing you next to him with a big smile while watching your favorite celebrity was enough to make that his favorite movie from now on..it was your happiness that mattered to him.

"Let's just go inside!" Trevor said and Pablo could tell that was not what you wanted but nodded your head anyways.

"Are you sure bombon?" Pablo's eyes were full on concern and you didn't want him to worry about you nodding your head and faking a smile.

"Thanks for the ride, Pabs. See you around!" you said walking towards the door feeling Trevor's hand slap your ass on purpose to make Pablo see it and you felt so disgusted- like a piece of meat he was using to prove a point.

Pablo haven't seen your for a week after that, knowing that cabrón didn't let you out of his sight but secretly hoping you will come to the next game tomorrow.

He couldn't stop thinking about Trevor slapping your ass wanting to break his arm for ever laying a finger on your precious body but then he remembered that he wasn't your boyfriend. You were no Pablo's to protect..you were not his.

"Míster, viene tu hija??" Pablo asked Xavi in the changing room and the man nodded saying she is sitting on her usual seats right by the tunnel. The man knew of your friendship and unlike Trevor, Pablo was someone he trusted much more.

Pablo went to say hello a little surprised when he saw you wearing your regular red shirt instead of his jersey. Ever since he gifted you his jersey after the big El Classico win, you were wearing it to every game ever since as a sign of support to your best friend.

"Dónde está mi camiseta bombon?" Pablo said and you looked down sadly shaking your head remembering for how long Trevor yelled at you when you wore it so you had to change out of it if you wanted to go at all.

"He wouldn't let me Pabs...I'm sorry" you said and Pablo clenched his jaw wishing he can beat that entitled american ass so badly.

"Well he is not here now..here you go" Pablo took off his jersey and your eyes widened as he climbed the railing asking you to raise your arms before slipping it over your body making you smile wide.

"Good luck Pabs!" you said and he smiled back jumping off and looking up at you as his teammates started running to the pitch for warm ups.

"I won't need it..you are here watching me" Pablo said with a big smile and you nodded as he left to join the rest of the team.

He won..of course he did..and he looked so good doing it..you were mesmerized for those two hours but then reality hit you. Trevor was right, you were falling in love with Pablo (or maybe you always were in love with him) but you committed to someone who should have your full attention.

Pablo will never give you his attention fully..not with football and the girls throwing themselves at his feet...Pablo is an impossible mission!

"Did you see that bombon!? We won! You're my lucky charm!" Pablo hugged you tightly but you didn't hug him back backing away before taking off his jersey giving it back to him.

"Congrats..um I have to go Pabs..I'm sorry" you said not wanting to cry in front of him and he just took his jersey with furrowed eyebrows watching you leave the stadium in a rush.

You came home locking yourself in your room crying for what felt like eternity, before finally dialing Trevor's number wondering if he wanted to come over. You could use some company to forget about Pablo.

No answer. Again. No answer. Huh? Where was he?

Pablo went to the nearby club to celebrate the victory with his friends although he wasn't much in the mood after you leaving so suddenly. He wanted to call you or even better drive to your house but he knew that wouldn't be the smartest idea if Trevor was there.

The last thing he expected was to see Trevor sitting right across from their boot instead making out with some blonde who clearly did way too much plastic surgery..I mean her boobs looked like they might explode any second.

His poor girl..she was going to be heartbroken over this imbecile!

Pedri noticed Pablo getting up quickly before rushing to their table surprising Trevor before hitting his face with all the pumped up anger he held in for months.

"You disgusting hijo de puta! You are cheating on the most amazing girl with her!? " Pablo sat at him about to hit him again but Trevor got up to his feet.

"Your shortie of a friend doesn't have much of a body bro! I mean when did you ever seen her wear something hot??" Trevor was clearly drunk not knowing what he was saying and Pablo smirked pushing him back.

"This morning..when she was in my jersey!" Pablo said hitting the right spot

Trevor punched him and suddenly everyone was yelling rushing away from the fight while Pedri ran to pull Pablo out of the club and into the cab before paparazzi arrived.

Pablo was on the bike when he saw you enter the training center looking extremely angry asking your dad if you could see Pablo outside and he permitted it wondering himself what happened.

"Hey bombon, what happened?" Pablo was concerned when you didn't reply to his calls last night when he was trying to tell you that Trevor cheated and now you looked like you wanted to kill him.

"You told Trevor about the jersey!? Why Pablo!? Are you trying to break off my relationship!?" you were yelling angrily and Pablo couldn't make you shut up so he can tell your about Trevor and that girl at the club.

"He cheated on you Y/n! He cheated and had an audacity to say you don't have a good body when you are nothing short of perfect! I couldn't let him win!" Pablo was yelling now too expecting you to be shocked after hearing that Trevor cheated but you weren't.

"He told me about the girl..and I forgave him Pablo" you said and now Pablo was the one in utter shock.

"Why!?" Pablo said wishing that all of this was big bad dream that will soon be over. Why would you let someone disrespect you over and over again like this??

"Because I've cheated on him too..well not really..but I've been thinking about someone else while we were together and he sensed that..which is why he was angry and said all of those things" you explained not wanting to be too detailed but Pablo knew that this guy was manipulating you and making you stay with him for some reason.

"Do you love with Y/n?" Pablo took you back with that question while you gulped heavily knowing that the answer is no but nodding your head nevertheless. You will start loving him now that you stopped thinking about Pablo..right??

"Just promise you will come to me if you ever need me bombon?" Pablo said and you felt your eyes fill with tear almost feeling like this was a goodbye you never wanted to say.

"I promise Pabs.." you say hugging him tightly and he tugs you back never wanting to let go but knowing he had no right to keep holding you any longer.

Pablo cared about you too much and was too stubborn to just let this go...you mattered to him and someone was using your kindness for personal gain but Pablo wasn't going to allow it without a fight. He was determined to find out what this kid wanted from you and save your from his toxicity no matter what it took!

You might not be his girl..but he felt like you were his to protect and he felt motivated to do so!

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amoosarte · 2 months

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𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐘 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐏 𝜗𝜚 𝐏𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐎 𝐆𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐑𝐀

━━━ in which the newspaper boy and a highclass girl fall in love but will it be okay noting their social class? (use of spanish, a little somewhat of the notebook trope!)

The shimmery ball of sun would rise everyday to cast sunlight upon the greenland everyday, letting the humans open their eyes from their daily slumber.

Mornings were quiet and calming, as each high class houses would slowly start, as maids and workers would get the breakfast ready, get the children up for school, let the dogs out.

Well normally but in a street where a nice baby blue house stood was usually where a girl would drink her morning tea and her breakfast out on the front porch. In her white ruffled crew neck blouse and her light maroon skirt long enough to reach her ankles.

Guadalupe would simply be ruby, her brown hair would always catch people's attention, as it was curly, then her cocoa skin, then again there were her doey hazel eyes. She was certainly eye capturing.

So when the neighborhood news boy start to roll his bike, throwing the newspaper into the rich front yard. His brown eyes would lock with hers, and he was simply taken aback, making him try to steer his bike away from the bod in front of him.

Guadalupe gasped when she heard the boy crash and a dog bark, she stood up and looked around and didn't see her dog anywhere near here, until she saw the front gate open. "Dios mío, ¿estás bien?" Guadalupe asked, rushing towards the front gate.

"¡Ay gustavo, bájate de él!" Lupe squealed as the dog returned back inside the front gate, Lupe rushed to help the boy get up. "¡Lo siento mucho, no sabía que podía salir!" Lupe looked up, only to find such pretty eyes already looking at her.

"No, está totalmente bien." He rushed to pick up his hat that had fallen off his head, and dusted himself off. The two of them stood so close yet didn't dare utter a word. Not until Lupe stepped back and extended her arm. "Guadalupe."She said, looking once again up towards him.

He had soft light brown hair, white skin, and adoring brown eyes, pink lips and two beauty marks. "Pablo." He said, taking her hand, in which felt a bit sacred.

Pablo had never touch something so clean, then again so elegant. "¿Eres el chico del periódico?"Lupe said, smiling as his face gave away his defocus. "Sí, trabajo para la empresa de periódicos." Pablo noticed his words stutter, and quickly became red.

"Señorita, se enfría la comida!" Lupe heard one of her maid say, before she turned back at the boy in front of her. "Nos vemos por ahí, Pablo." She waved goodbye slowly, letting the boy return her farewell before stepping back inside, making sure to lock the door.

Pablo was quiet as he rode his bike again, tossing and throwing news onto the front yards. His mind would often return to the encounter he had with the young lady, making him turn warm.

Pablo came back around the same time again, usually tossing the paper into her lawn slowly, quickly catching her attention. They chatted every time he came by, and instead of throwing the paper, he would hand it to her.

Never once ignoring the soft smile she would grow, noticing the light dimples she had.

It took courage, but after a good week of seeing and talking to each other, Pablo had made his move. "Oye, ¿te gustaría ir a la feria conmigo?" He said, holding onto the railing of her fence, him on one side while she stood on the other. "Claro que si, me gustaria ir contigo." Lupe smiled big, but what he said next caught her off guard.

He said he wanted to ask her father for permission, making her look at him in awe, no other boy had done that for her. She could tell the boy was nervous, he had thoughts running behind those brown eyes, and all she could do is squeeze his hand as reassurance.

Pablo had the day off, and he was dressed in his best clothes. His mother helped him get ready, looking presentable. So then he stopped to grab some flowers for her mother and for her, in which he thought it was a good idea.

Then he rode his bike near his daily route and stopped at her gate, looking at the dog that knew him by now. He was hesitant but determined. He rung the doorbell and who answered it was a maid, letting him in.

Guadalupe rushed down the stairs and looked at the boy, two bouquets of flowers in his hands. She smiled "Hola, no te preocupes. A mi madre le encantan los caballeros, solo sé tú mismo con mi padre". Lupe had put one hand on his cheek that had turned red, reassuring him that he had nothing to worry about.

Lupe had guided him to the living room, where her parents rested, her father reading today's newspaper and her mother crocheting. "Father, Mother, Pablo is here." This caught the attention of both grown ups.

"Hello, good afternoon." Pablo smiled and plastered his best smile. Her mother quickly stood up, and he handed her the flowers that were hers, and so did he hand Lupe's. "Why thank you, with me your off to a great start." Her mother hummed out delighted the boy had manners.

"I know you, your the news paperboy." Her father looked at him, before extending his hand to have a firm handshake with him, in which Pablo gave. "Yes sir."

"Well then, what is it you're here for?" He father asked directly, making Lupe wander her eyes between both. "I'm here to ask for your permission to take out your daughter tomorrow afternoon." Pablo looked at him confidently, making the man still for a moment.

Her father looked at her and saw hope, and he knew it was going to grow. "Join us for dinner?"He said giving him his nonchalant smile.

Pablo was going to say something but the man had walked off, making Guadalupe and her mother look at both of them. "You're doing great dear, he's just testing ya." Her mother said, reassuring him.

He had noticed her smiled looked just like Guadalupes, making him now look at her when her mother walked out. "You're doing okay, you're being true and sweet." Lupe had gave his hand a squeeze leading him to the dining area.

Dinner went smooth, and Pablo was taking in her advice. While her father was testing him and asking him questions, he answer truthfully. "How about school?" He asked.

"I'm in my last year of highschool, hopefully I will get accepted at an University." Pablo had placed the food on his fork into his mouth right after, looking at the man that held many of Guadalupe's features.

Her father had thought many things in the meantime of dinner, this boy infront of him was impressing him. He was middle class, good track in school, had managed a house, knows responsibility and most of all, looks at his daughter lovingly.

"Well, I've come to my conclusion." He said, placing his utensils down and looked at the teens in front of him. "You may take my daughter out tomorrow afternoon, but with rules." Just with the few words the man had spoken, Pablo had hope and was ecstatic.

"You will return her by 10 and take care of her, if there's a scratch on her when she comes back, we all know the answer for the next one." He said. Sure to say they both had smiles by the end of the night.

"¡Pablo, ganame ese osito!" Guadalupe smiled tugging his arm, making the boy smile and look at what she was pointing at. "¿Quieres intentarlo hijo?" The game stand host gave him three darts, in which he nodded and gave him money.

Pablo felt his focus draw in and he was locked in, determined to get her this bear. He did just that as three of the darts feel inside a balloon in the same row, earning himself a prize. "El oso, por favor."

The host did just that handing him the bear and going to the next pair in line. "Para ti preciosa." Pablo have her a charming smile and she had laughed and took her won prize.

Then she had kissed his cheek, leaving him shocked. "Gracias guapo." Lupe had a bright tint of red on her face, making the boy laugh. "En su lugar, haz que el siguiente aterrice en mis labios". The boy hummed and he leaned down to her ear and whispered the filth.

Guadalupe couldn't help but laugh and pull him away, making him smile like a boy and follow her. After some time after, he had offered getting them dinner in which he agreed.

Her hand felt so warm in his, she smelt like cherries. She had this red and white polkadot dress and her hair was curled, leaving her looks happy.

He had his daily going out clothes and his hair was swayed to the left. Their hands swung up and down as Pablo took her to a spot for dinner, they had just left the fair and were now in the plaza.

They sat near an italian restaurant, making the owner immediately notice Pablo. "¿Es esta la chica de la que has estado hablando?" The chef smiled when the boy nodded, laughing just a bit. "Si, es Guadalupe.." He said introducing her, making her smile for the hundredth time this afternoon.

"Then consider it on the house tonight!" The chef smiled, making the boy protest but after some time he gave in. "You know the chef?" Guadalupe looked at him, thanking him for pulling her chair out. "I actually work here, it's my second job." Pablo smiled.

"Then let's enjoy this tonight." Guadalupe had slowly grabbed his hand, displaying once again that sweet smile, making him melt just a bit. After a good time, some paste came out, an huge plate, enough to feed both of them.

They ate and talked, making them click even more. Guadalupe could say he landed another date because she was so in love with him it made her giggle. Pablo was in the same boat, he could imagine so many things with her, and he just hoped she loved tonight as much as he did.

He had walked her home after dinner, giving her his jacket. The night was a bit cold and silent, some dogs going onto the streets, some lovers as well.

They had a look in their eyes that said they didn't want this night to end. As they stood near the her front gate, in where everything started from, Pablo looked at her so tenderly.

"Me encantó hoy." Lupe had a tight grip on his hand, he just returned the gesture, just smiling and turning warm. "Que bueno… ¿Te gustaría hacerlo de nuevo?" Pablo smiled leaning just a tab bit in.

She had noticed making her step just a bit too, then nodding to his question. "Sí, por favor." Guadalupe stood slowly onto her tippy toes, making Pablo catch on.

He let go of her hands slowly, then placing them softly on her caramel colored face. He was nervous, she could tell by the way his hands were warm and a bit sweaty, she didn't mind though.

His pink lips and her lightly stained red one kissed, it was like a perfect puzzle that had been completed. Guadalupe sighed, letting her hands rest softly on his chest, and Pablo couldn't let go.

Then they slowly parted, and he could feel her warmth seep out of the place they once were. "Buenas noches, Pablo." Guadalupe smiled, making the boy smile too. "Buenas noches, Guadalupe."

He had watched her take off his jacket, in which he stopped her. "Guárdalo, puedes devolvermelo mañana." He placed in on her again but then zipping it off. She nodded, about to turn away until he had spoken again. "Devuélvemelo también con un beso."

Guadalupe looked at him, already on the other side of her gate. She sniffled a light laugh, so quiet only he could hear in the beginning of the night. "Cuídate, Pablo."

That was the last thing she said before walking to her front door, looking back at him one last time before smiling at him then disappearing. Pablo smiled before riding away from the house he was eventually looking forward to coming back to.

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halcyone-of-the-sea · 1 year

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Let Me Lean On You

Pairing: John Price x F!Reader

Synopsis: You have a bad habit of putting yourself in harm’s way, enraging John to no end. But can you survive a wound like this? Or will everything you hate to love about John Price never see the light of day?

Word Count: 13.3K (yes this is a novel; yes this is longer than any English paper I’ve ever written)

Warnings: blood, wounds, heavy on the gore, swearing, violence, suggestive, angst, fluff, enemies-to-lovers type of relationship but you’re both down bad

A/N: This is heavily story-motivated (I’ve found out I can’t write anything not gigantically plot-oriented; I’m so sorry). I’ve taken that into account as this probably won’t do as well as I expect due to that fact. Nonetheless to those who interact -- thank you and enjoy! P.s. as always this is barely edited.

*I do not give others permission to translate and/or re-publish my works on this or any other platform*

The blood was gushing too fast, pouring out of the wound like the gaping hole was nothing more than a faucet with the double handles thrown all the way on.

“Fuck,” You whimper, grasping pointlessly at the bullet wound in your abdomen with shaking fingers and sputtering breath. The blood slips out from under your fingers, cascading down the gear on your right thigh and splattering to the ground. Everything on that side of your body side was stained a vicious shade of red; sticky, heated, and pulsing.

All of it had gone wrong so quickly – Graves, Shadow Company, Alejandro Vargas, and Los Vaqueros.

“I should have seen it. Graves was never to be trusted,” You gasp out as you force yourself onwards, all but dragging your body through the dense forest to try and find shelter in the nearby city, “But Shepherd? Fuck me. I worked for that man for damn near five years and turns out he’s a traitor? Well…that’s what I get for trusting a bald guy, I guess.” Moaning out a curse, you rip open the medical pouch on your vest with vibrating fingers, the white stitched cross taunting you as you get it bloody. Your other hand clenches over the hole in your side as if that alone would stop you from dying, fingers slipping as more death splatters to the ground.

The rain was the worst part. A storm at night was terrible already, but here the rain created a shield of delirium as you hobbled on, with nothing to be seen beside the trees and rocks a few feet ahead of you. Even face-planting would serve as a death sentence for you. Who knew if you would be able to get up again?

Your black athletic shirt was sticking to you on the parts that your vest didn’t, and your cargo pants had come unstuffed from your black boots. Over your back, your modified SP-X 80 Sniper Rifle was ten times heavier than it should be, the barrel hitting the back of your numb knee at your uneven and sloppy pace. But you were far too stubborn to stop now. And pissed.

Tearing out a plastic-covered wrap of gauze and a rag from your pouch, you paused near a large bolder, panting like a dog as your lungs gasp for air. You tilt your head back as you drag the side of your shirt up, hearing the wet thump of a river of blood splashing into the flooded grass. Your skull connects with the chilled rock behind you as a wet cough in your throat bursts out into the sky.

“Okay,” You give yourself false confidence, moving to grasp the gauze with the side of your clattering teeth and grabbing the rag with both hands; you twist it to resemble a torpedo in shape. Looking down at yourself you have to suppress the bile building in your throat, coughing once more and feeling dark phlegm fly past your quivering lips, “Okay, okay, okay…I can do this. I can do it.”

Before you can stop yourself you twist the rag and shove it into your open wound, letting lose a wail of agony that’s thankfully covered by a slash of lightning over the black sky. Shoving it deeper, you feel it inside of your skin, moving like a parasite as your fingers splay over your skin. You grit your teeth and drop the gauze to the ground as the acidic feel of vomit rushes past your lips; with cracking knees you bend forward and release your guts into the grass, hacking until there's nothing left but regret and a vile taste on your tongue. Tears track down your cheeks as you breathe out a sobbing breath.

Through gritted teeth and blurry vision, you feel the rag peaking all the way through the entry and the exit points, and hope that the actions you’ve taken will buy you time to find Sergeant MacTavish and Lieutenant Ghost – if they were even still alive, that is.

“I swear,” You snatch the gauze from the ground, happy for the protective bag over the wrappings, as you sniffle with slurred words, ripping open the plastic with your teeth, “This is bullshit! If Price and Gaz are having a good time right now I’m telling Laswell to go pound sand the next time she tells me to go out in the field with these two. The Captain already gets on my nerves, but if I get to skip the part of hiking in the Mexican wilderness while I’m bleeding out– ”

A twig snaps off into the trees.

You immediately halt wrapping the gauze around your middle, securing the rag in place as it already begins to stain red. At your right thigh, your fingers brush the Basilisk Revolver as it lays dormant; heavy and cold to the touch as rain slides off its side. Your pulse, if possible, increases.

The only twigs I saw back there were large ones – and any animals in the area would have run from the Shadows popping off shots back on the road, Your body’s already moving, not focusing on the pain in your side as you tie off the gauze with such a tight knot it forces a grunted profanity from deep in your chest. You decide to keep the Basilisk in its holster, for now, instead favoring the combat knife at your shoulder and blinking away the rainwater and bitter tears from your eyelashes.

Not impressed, A deep raspy voice echoes in your brain before your grunt and force it down.

You unclip the clasp on the knife’s leather sheath before drawing the black metal, bringing it to your side; weaving behind rocks and trees as the light of the city in the distance gets larger. Behind you, you leave the noise of muffled voices with a nervous swallow. A gunshot would bring much-unwanted attention, and for all you knew you were all alone out here. You were being hunted.

Well, good for you that you always worked better alone anyways.

“I need to get to the city, try to radio the boys, and find a quick way out,” You grunt, wanting to itch the wound at your side as the rag pulls at the inside of your skin, making you feel unnaturally stuffed like a turkey. The skin around the fabric was undoubtedly bruising quickly, and already you could feel the pain pulsing like a bad headache leaving the skin hot and sweaty despite the cool rain and chilled winds. You just hoped you wouldn’t get an infection from this later, “If I’m lucky the radio signal will fix itself when I’m closer. If not I’ll need to slice a few necks and hope they have ear pieces I can snatch along the way.”

You had a bad habit of talking to yourself – as Price had pointed out on multiple occasions. Dodging a downturned tree, the houses in the distance begin to take shape, their colorful paint like a beacon dragging you in.

Captain John Price, You grumble before stifling a whimper at a spike of pain in your side, stumbling before you right yourself, or should I call him ‘ Captain Pain-in-my-Fucking-Ass?’ He acts like I can’t do my damn job – like I’m not one of the highest-ranking CIA Agents in the damn USA. Thinks he can handsomely swagger his way into a room and act like I’ll take his bullshit with a grin and a nod.

Your free hand connects with a stucco wall of a house on the outskirts of the city of Las Almas, the exterior painted a warm orange which was now stained with your crimson handprint. Sucking in a deep breath, you lick your lips and peak around the corner, conscious of the black void of the forest at your side.

Immediately your eyes land on the bodies.

Left to lie like useless sacks they’re sprawled in the street, limbs twisted and bent in grotesque displays as if it was an old renaissance painting. As a chill travels down your spine, you can’t help but call comparison to the grim artwork of Peter Paul Rubens's The Massacre of the Innocents. You never thought that a quick trip after a mission to a Canadian art museum would prompt a callback quite like this; in fact, you had prayed you’d never see anything like that painting in real life. But here they were, people, innocent people, of all ages gunned down en masse, with some visibly clutching onto loved ones; shielding children from the relentless downpour of bullets that now take home in their flesh. The small rivers running into the storm drains ran red with blood.

“Shadows did this?” You breathe out, voice small under the downpour as you blank at the sight ahead of you. The lightning strikes in answer, leaving a deep rumble in its wake. Or maybe that was just the enraged snarl that played off your lips, echoing into the streets like a rabid dog. A thought strikes you between fiery thoughts and clenched fists.

This just happened, Swallowing the mucus and blood in your throat, you shake your head from side to side to dispel your running thoughts, revenge later. I need to find the others.

Taking the nearest corner you stalk your way through alleyways, breaking into houses when needed when you heard shouting nearby, and carefully maneuvered your feet around more corpses.

“This is a fucking war crime,” You whisper, gripping your knife a little tighter and snarling as you spy two more dead bodies in the home you were now in; one was a woman in her late thirties, clutching another no older than ten, who in turn holds a blood-crusted tiger stuffed animal to her chest. Like a grim pack of Russian Dolls, one after the other, “Graves’ll hang for this. I’ll see to it myself if they make me. Shepherd too.”

You rip your eyes away before you have the chance to cry and go back to rummaging through a kitchen cupboard, finding a few spools of fishing net and a fabric needle in a spare parts drawer. Stashing them in your medical pocket, you reason with yourself that if worse comes to worst you’ll be forced to cauterize and stitch the gaping wound in your side by yourself. But not yet.

Find the boys.

Gripping the radio connected just above your breast, you press down on the button, sending out a signal through a blind channel. The static accompanies you for a moment as you catch your breath leaning on the kitchen wall and leaving a small sprinkling of blood behind.

Licking your tense lips, you utter, “This is Bravo 7-2 ‘Goldfinch’ reaching out over the Blind. Is anyone there? Over.” You release the button waiting impatiently as the seconds drag on.

Again your press down, “Ghost? Soap? Do you copy?”

Nothing.

Clenching your jaw another wave of pain travels up your feet, you wrench down on the button with a contorted face and snarl, “I swear to fucking high heaven, boys, if you don’t answer this goddamn radio I’m going to find your corpses myself and chuck them over a cliff–”

“Christ, Goldfinch, we get the bloody picture. Now stop your yammering and tell us where you are.”

“Oh, tell you where I am,” You grumble although a relieved sigh falls from your lips at the familiar Manchester drawl that belongs to your Lieutenant Ghost. You feel yourself deflate against the wall with a grunt, “We have Mr. Bossy over here. Where’s the ‘Please?’”

“Goldfinch–”

“Well, I can say it’s a pleasure to hear that American voice of yours, Ma’am. Good to know you’ll be joining us on our late-night getaway from the Shadows.”

There’s Sargent MacTavish, You huff out a breath in amusement.

“Flattery will get you nowhere, Soap.” Pushing yourself off the wall with clenched eyelids, you take a step out into the open space of the dining room, “But the attempt was admirable—!”

A force slams you to the ground, finger releasing the radio abruptly as you let out a strangled grunt. Bracing your head for the blow to the floor you manage to twist yourself and land on your back, taking the brunt of the tackle to your spine and not your damned side. Not that it hurt any less. It was easier said than done, as even the sensation of hands on your thigh, trying to pry your Basilisk from its holster was sending spikes of pain radiating like a burning pike through your veins. Like hands were prying apart your skin with blunt nails.

You bring your knee up and twist your shoulders as the shrouded outline of someone on top of you slams to the side with a curse. Wrenching yourself up, you grab harshly onto the Shadow’s opposite shoulder and batter the man to the ground, effectively switching positions and barring him from grabbing anything before your knife finds home in his right eye. You hear the orb pop with a spray of fluid that washes your face as you force the blade deeper, listening to the now gasped pleas from the talking corpse under you. He grasps at your arms, trying to pry off your iron grip before you send the knife all the way to the hilt with a strangled yowl.

The man goes limp, and his arms fall from you with a thump.

Groaning your get to your feet and yank at your blade, placing a boot over the man's face and pulling until you hear the sweet clunk of metal separating from soft, pliable, flesh.

“God, man,” You glare down at the black-clad Shadow Company member, “did you really have to tackle me?” Grabbing at your side, you grunt at the feeling of blood through the gauze, before pulling your hand away to look at the damage, “That hurt like a bitch.”

It was only then you heard the yelling voices over the radio, calling your name.

“Yeah, yeah,” You press the button and effectively shut the boys up, standing dumbly in the torn-apart dining room and putting more weight on your non-injured side, “I’m fine. Shadow got the jump on me. Took care of it.”

Grimacing, you lightly flutter your eyebrows as the world spins for a second. Soap speaks first.

“Warn us next time, Lass,” He whispers, “Bout gave us a heart attack out here. Thought we lost you for a moment.”

In typical Ghost fashion, he only grunts his concern.

“Thanks, Soap, I’ll be sure to take that into consideration. I’ll call out ‘Soccer’ next time for a heads-up.”

“Oh, you are devious, Ma’am.”

“Any injuries, Goldfinch?”

You clean the remnants of flesh off the edge of your knife on your wet sleeve, stalking up the stairs of the house to case the place for other hidden Shadows. You didn’t bother checking the dead one – if he was desperate enough to attack you with his bare fists he lost his group and ran out of ammo a long time ago. That was probably Ghost’s fault if you had to guess.

“Pretty bad one in my lower abdomen,” You admit, pausing on a creaky step and peeling your ears to listen for any nose. When there wasn’t any, you continued up, “Stuffed a rag in it and wrapped it, so I’ll be good for at least a half-an-hour if I’m lucky. Ten minutes if not.”

“Bloody hell, Goldfinch, just now?” The words are drawn out in solidarity.

“Nah, back near the highway. And what can I say, Ghost, I don’t make a fuss. Does hurt like you’re getting your intestines removed though – wouldn't recommend.”

“How in the hell do you know what that feels like?”

“Trade secret, now, shh!” You get to a closed door at the end of a halfway and press your ear to the woodgrain, feeling water drip down your neck and from your nose to plunk against the floor. But you can’t help but flush at Soap’s next comment.

“I can see why Price likes her so much, L.t.”

That gives you pause, your pain momentarily forgotten in the shock.

L-Likes?! Your mind seems to come to a screeching halt, and you feel your eyes widen, horrified, The hell does he mean the Captain likes me? Price can’t stand the sight of me!

You briefly think back on the last mission you had gone on with the Captain and Sergeant Garrick with a tight chest – an intel Op. in the suburbs of Amsterdam.

The goal was simple and the plan was perfect; you and Laswell would link up with Captain Price and Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick in Amsterdam where the pair was tracking an AQ cell on the docks and figure out this missile fiasco. Ideally, the private plane you and your fellow Agent had gotten on would have flown faster – at least you would think it would until the knowledge that the ETA was upwards of two hours punched you in your gut.

You had scowled as you wiped down your rifle's inner workings with a rag, the bits and pieces you had added onto the weapon yourself taking up most of your time when cleaning. Picking up the larger scope with an annoyed hitch to your breath you had turned to Laswell as she gave orders to Price over the radio.

“Two hours? Laswell, I could have taught myself to fly and gotten us there faster.” Your superior had sent you a glance, lips twitching up.

“Still impatient, I see.”

“Rookie coming along?” That was the first time you had heard the Captain’s voice in a long time, and immediately you had picked up on the prodding question hidden under the first.

Who the hell are you dragging into my operation? Or even, Do I look like I have time to babysit?

Had he forgotten you so soon?

“Quite the opposite – Goldfinch is joining us.”

You could hear a pin drop.

“I’m freezing my ass off in a river right now, Laswell, but if I had the time I’d try and wrap my head around what you just said. Can’t say I’d find an ending that has nobody scratching their heads.”

You bring the scope to your eye, looking through the glass to make sure it’s as clear as it can be. Satisfied, you lower it and send a glance to the phone on the tiny table with growing rage and sarcasm, “I’m flattered, Captain.”

“Don’t be, Muppet. I’m guessing you still have a habit of running off-script – creating more problems than necessary that I have to clean up? I’d expect nothing less from a woman like you…you ROG?” You feel yourself bristle, heat rising to your face at the jab. Sure you had a hard-set conscious, but only good things came out of you running off on your own when placed with others.

Playing nice was never part of your job description, nor, in some special cases, was respect. You played by different rules than normal soldiers.

Laswell shifts in her seat but doesn’t tell you to stop when a low growl enters the cockpit. You place the cleaned scope onto the table carefully and narrow your eyes.

“Ironic, coming from a man who consistently disobeys orders like there’s no tomorrow. I can’t count how many headaches you’ve given Laswell since I’ve been by her side. And, Hell, at least I manage to get the job done without leaving a bitter taste in everyone’s mouth,” You lean closer to the phone with curled lips, “You, ROG, Captain?”

From there it had been narrowed glances and snide remarks when you and Price finally met face-to-face on the landing strip. Eyes heated with anger. Gaz had been pleasant, at least, and it was good to see the man again, you admit, but John was…well he was something.

Something handsome to put it plainly, and that fact drove you crazy.

You couldn’t deny your attraction to the older man’s physicality – not even the time of your first meeting years prior. He had biceps that were nearly the size of your head, and shoulders that spanned doorways all tight under a form-fitting shirt. Tall, with large muscular thighs that led up to a tapered waist you felt yourself getting nasty thoughts about all under those damningly tight black cargo pants. Fuck, the things he could do to you without even speaking. The outfit didn’t leave much to the imagination as you’d quickly snapped your gaze away before you started to drool.

Shit, you had thought when you stepped off the plane and saw the familiar face, the strong jaw under Price’s brunette hair with a funny bucket hat on his head. Small blue eyes that filtered over your frame and left you only slightly taken aback by the growing heat in your body when he shifted his weight from one foot to the other, his pelvis jerking, I forgot he was so goddamned attractive. Maybe I should have waited to insult him until later.

The attraction had dissipated the second he had opened his mouth, however.

“So here’s the Goldfinch, eh?” John had muttered, crossing his arms over his chest and moving his legs to shoulder length under him, “I’ve re-read your file. I can say,” He sucks in a slow breath, lips falling into a line, “not very impressed.”

Not very impressed.

Laswell grunts under her breath at your side, sighing lightly, “Not now, John.”

“What?” He chuckles humorlessly, body tense, “Can’t blame a Captain for re-learning who he’s bloody letting tag along on a mission – particularly one who made his life hell in Serbia and nearly cost the team the mission because of her stubbornness. Not to mention an entire bloody city. Why is she here, Laswell? I don’t have time to babysit Muppets.” He snarls and glares at you all through the sentence, making your spine crawl with genuine unease. The jagged scar that sits between your ribs had burned in remembrance.

You hadn't bothered stopping in front of Price on that landing strip, you didn’t even bother replying to him. Your eyes gain a hard sheen, even as your lungs sputtered with a very real panic. You’re sure he noticed the hitch in your breathing, though, and you saw something flash in his eyes before it was gone in the next instant.

Sashaying past all you do is call over your shoulder as you go to get ready for the mission – to go listen in on a Cartel and AQ meeting in an hour. You answer the Captain before Laswell has the chance.

“At least I know where to draw the line in the sand, Price.” You caught his dagger-like eyes over your shoulder, noticing Gaz shuffle at John’s side: cautious. Poor kid, he was getting dragged into all the drama.

You had never seen John’s eyes so blatantly full of distrust before. Blue laced with a deep gray that reminds you of a raging storm over an ocean. Lightning flashed every time he blinked. Cold. Calculated. They hadn’t always looked at you like that.

You told yourself a long time ago that you were nothing but a spent bullet to the older man, not worth the effort to pick up or care about.

You just need to wipe your hands of it. There was no changing his opinion of you…But why did you even care?

Even when you saved his life later that day at the café – putting a bullet through a Cartel member before he could blow Price’s chest out – all thwarted by a quick draw of your revolver, all the Captain had done was growl at you after the Basilisk was back at your hip. He had gripped your shoulder with a heavy hand that leaked molten heat. You hated the way your cheeks had flushed when you felt his hot breath on your forehead, the caress of his hard hip against yours.

“Stay out of my way, Finch,” he uttered before shoving past you to pick up the unconscious body of the target. Gaz had rushed forward to help and had spared you a sorry glance but nothing more.

It was like nothing you had experienced before, but he left behind a burning need to be recognized that made your chest sputter when he dismissed you.

Not impressed.

But that had been it. The next second you were shipped out with Ghost and Soap on account of your disapproval from the Captain and Laswell’s ability to see a dumpster fire beginning to smoke. Cutting the losses. Then you were hunting down Hassan in Mexico with adrenaline singing sweetly in your veins. You had been all too happy to be out of John’s seemingly never wavering sight. But still, you felt his eyes on the back of your neck, heavy and weighted with disgust. Everywhere you went and every bullet you fired you could hear his voice – not impressed.

Bullshit. His words shouldn't hurt this much. So, why do they? Why can’t I just let it go?

Back in the present, you shake your head to dispel the guilt of the broken and confusing relationship. You didn’t want any more enemies, least of all ones who in the right circumstances could be unbeatable allies. John was honorable, strong, and loyal, but just as stubborn as you, and that alone left a bad feeling in your stomach that nothing would ever change.

You swore you hated him but was that even true? How can you hate someone but still want their hands on your skin? Roaming under your clothes and gripping just the right places to make you squirm? Laying gentle kisses to your lips and whispering promises? Holding you to their chest...?

You draw your ear back from the door – not hearing anything inside that would make you suspect Shadows in the interior.

Grabbing the knob you twist and let it slowly open on its own, knife drawn and held firmly in front of you.

The shine of the street lights from outside cascades over the floor in muted colors, the many rugs muffling your footfalls as you move in; straining your ears above the raging weather. When nothing caught your attention outright, your hand moves to the radio as you turn and stare at the empty doorway.

“I’m just going to ignore whatever the hell you just said, Soap,” You huff, bringing your other hand grasping the knife closer to your abdomen wound, brushing it with your fingers before flinching, “Where are we meeting up? No offense, boys, but I’m in a bit of a hurry over here. We need to get out of dodge before the Shadows regroup and do a final sweep.”

“Church,” Ghost’s voice wafts out just as your eyes lock on children's toys littering the floor, a large pile of stuffed animals just to your left smashed into the corner, “near the center of the city. There are directions on every street sign. How far out are you, Goldfinch?”

“Not too distant I hope, we’re running out of time,” You hear Soap grunt over the line, obviously learning the ups and downs of Guerilla Warfare firsthand.

“I’m a good way in, but I'll have to check the street signs to know for certain how far and let you know.”

“Copy. Be cautious.”

You were about to leave when a lion stuffed animal bounced into your path, its dark eyes like voids against its tan coloring and flowing mane. A chilled breeze wafts in from under the window, bringing goosebumps up the length of your wet arms as your finger twitches. Freezing, your head filters over to the plushie corner with stilled breath. But even if you already knew what you were going to find, the pain of it didn’t hurt any less.

A young girl was huddled under the pile, gazing out with brown eyes that matched her lion, securely hidden under a multitude of her toys.

Someone placed her there, You think, noticing the signs of a rush in the way the rug was slightly up-turned at the corner, the closet across the room hastily half-closed in panic.

The bodies in the living room tell you what the story was. With glossy eyes, you quickly sheathe your knife before kneeling. Your mind was made before you thought about it – you had to get the child out of here.

Almost got him killed in Serbia.

“Erm,” Your voice makes her flinch, burrowing deeper. You suddenly wished you had taken the time to learn Spanish on the plane ride over, and perhaps known how to properly show someone you’re not a threat, “Eh…¿H-Hablas inglés?... Shit is that right?” Murmuring the last comment to yourself, your head tilts to the floor.

“¿Jilguero?” A thin voice murmurs out.

“I guess that's a no, huh,” You chuckle softly, swallowing down a groan when the motion tightens your chest. Your eyes flicker closed for a second before your breath comes out in deep pants.

Tiny feet hit the hardwood, and when you open your eyes a child no older than ten is standing in front of you, clutching the lion plush in one of her hands and clothed in a blue nightgown that brushes the floor. You blink carefully, and her dark eyes blink back.

“Jilguero,” She points with a tanned finger to your chest, and her soft face smiles.

“I-I don’t…” You sigh, itching the back of your head with a hand before licking your lips, “I don’t understand, I’m sorry. But we have to leave, okay, we have to go.” Emphasizing with the hope she subconsciously knows what you’re saying, you place your shaking hands to your knees and stifle a whimper with a bite to your lip. Forcing your weight down, you stumble to your feet and grip your hair in a tight fist.

When the spinning stops, you drop your bloodied fingers and force a smile onto your flushed face.

The girl walks slowly to your side and latches into a strap on your thigh, looking up at you with a hesitant twist of her lips. Nodding, you hope whatever strength you have left that you can guide this girl to the church and get her out of this city until everything dies down. Already, a burning hatred for Graves gains fuel, sending sharp spikes of adrenaline into the backs of your eyes and the base of your skull.

I’m gonna rip him apart with my bare hands.

Grabbing your combat knife, you keep a hand on the back of the girl’s head to guide her forward, but keep her carefully behind your thigh. If anything were to go wrong, you would be sure your body would take the brunt of it.

“Goldfinch, any updates?”

“You bleed out yet, Ma’am?”

You descend the stairs of the home and make a beeline for the back entrance, dodging the bloody massacre in other parts of the house. The girl follows silently but sends a wide-eyed glance up at your radio as her long brown hair swishes.

“I’m here,” You breathe, “found a kid.”

Steering the conversation away from your currently bled-through gauze the silence on the other end is strangling you.

“Do you think that’s smart?” Ghost knows what you’re doing, he’s not stupid, and Soap catches on not a second later.

“You’re taking it with you?!”

“Did you really just call a child an ‘it’ Soap? Come on now.” You open the back door slowly, peaking your head out, and see only an empty, flooded, cobblestone street. Abandoned cars and trash litter the city, “If I leave her here she dies. I don’t know if Price told you, but I draw the line at leaving innocents behind. I’m sure he mentioned Serbia at some point.”

“Fuckin’ hell, Goldfinch.”

You cut the line, looking down with a moment of contemplation at the girl with your lips pulled thin. But your chest beat with a surety that was deeply ingrained since childhood – what drove you into the life you lead now.

“Alright,” You whisper, “Here we go, Kid, keep close.”

She blinks, doe eyes wide as she tightens her hold on the plushie against her chest.

Hell, she doesn’t even know what’s going on. She doesn’t know…Fuck.

As you both step outside, your boots stomp where her bare feet slap, water splattering both of your heads as the rain still pours. The girl brings on hand to her head, trying to wipe away the racing droplets that fly down her cheeks. Stifling a laugh, you tilt your head and smirk.

Turing into the night, your side steadily burns more with every step you take, skin ripping as the rag drips a trail of crimson that’s wiped away by the storm not a second later.

“Jilguero,” The girl whispers, and with a tight face, you turn your gaze down. She points to your face and brings a finger to her lips, making little ‘shoosh’ noises that make your chest feel lighter.

“Yeah, Kid,” You mutter, “Jilguero.”

Playing copycat you bring the knife to your lips and shoosh before turning your attention back to the road, pulling forward into a back alleyway with iron wrought bars at the top of the walls. Light flows through the openings like a cage, making kaleidoscope images over your face.

The darkness spreads, and all you hear is the labored breathing of your sputtering lungs; tiny feet pattering at your side. But in your mind, there’s a brand like a curse and a voice that never leaves.

Not impressed.

The scar on your chest burns.

–

You never make it to the church.

Quickly picking up the girl, you duck behind an abandoned car as she yelps into your hold, dropping her stuffed animal. Shadows flooded the path ahead, leaking into the road from ransacked houses in groups. By now the rain had slowed – it was still coming down hard, of course, but it was just shy to the point of being safe to speak openly. Looking down, you place a finger to your lips, and a tanned finger mocks the action from the child at your side.

“--Found the three yet?” A shadow calls, and you tune in with a cocked eyebrow, eyes narrowed as your grip on your knife tightens.

“Nah, but I’ve heard comms are going silent from all different sections of the city. They’re out here somewhere. Cornered just like animals in a trap. We’ll flush ‘em out, then we go home and get our paychecks.”

A laugh.

“Yeah!” The previous Shadow yells out into the night, and you flinch slightly lower to the ground with a grimace, “You hear that?! We're gonna find you, Fuckers!”

“Jamie, shut the hell up!” Jovial slaps to shoulders echo, and you don’t repress the growl that builds in you, anger shimmering as you glare holes into the ground. Mistake.

“Aye, what was that?”

“Shit, you heard that too?”

Fuck.

Grabbing once more onto the girl’s arm you’re just about to make a reckless run for it when a small tapping catches your attention. You snap your head to a small window level with the ground, no bigger than a bookshelf cubby installed in the side of a dead house. Inside you see the scared face of a middle-aged man, dark-haired and sun-kissed skin, a beard over his cheeks.

He waves a hand wildly and cracks the window open, eyes wide and snapping from you to the street.

“¡Dése prisa! ¡Dése prisa!” Hesitating only a moment, you and the girl dart forward. Letting her shimmy her way inside first, you frantically look behind you as you place your free hand above the window; hearing footsteps splashing closer with a pounding heart.

“Come on, come on, come on,” You mutter, knees pressing into the ground. When the girl’s blue nightgown fully disappears, you swing your rifle over your head and shove it into the opening. Feeling hands grasp it not a moment later and yank it inside, you sheathe your knife and dive in feet first, body slamming to the ground with a grunt and a cloud of dust. Your vision gets blurry as you lay there, trying to get air into your lungs, nearly dry-heaving from the pain radiating through all of your nerves.

The window snaps shut.

“Get up,” A gruff voice ruffles your feathers as the back dots in your vision peel back, your survival instincts forcing unconsciousness away. Shit, you really needed a Medic, this was bad, “I said, get up!”

Panting, you drag yourself half-up with an arm, the other gripping the dripping gauze at your side. Blood hit the floor and your head feels like it's floating.

You feel your throat flex, turning your gaze to the same large middle-aged man that now holds your rifle against his shoulder, familiar gold-plated barrel now level with your pounding head.

“You fire that, you’re as good as dead.”

“I’ll take my chances,” The man wears a blood-stained white shirt and jeans. Around his neck a silver locket glints.

Your heart skips a beat as you grunt in answer, and you turn your head to look for the girl. Feeling your eyes widen when you find her in the hold of an older woman, who looks at you as she presses the confused girl’s head into her breast.

There’s a group here of at least fifteen people, huddled with fearful eyes. Most are women and children, but a few men watch you with distrustful eyes.

In the older woman’s grip, the girl pulls back and eyes the man holding your rifle. She points at you as you blink in delirium.

“¡Jilguero!” Your arm buckles, but with a wet cough you catch yourself before you hit the ground as your radio sizzles to life.

“Goldfinch, you copy? Haven’t heard from you in a while, Ma’am,” Your breath sputters in your chest as Soap’s voice filters out, but you don’t answer right away.

The man’s grip shakes the gun, but he keeps sending glances from you back to the girl. With a clenching of his jaw, he lowers the rifle.

“The only reason,” He growls, “you are here is because of her,” He looks at the child before walking over to you. Holding out a calloused hand as a peace offering, he continues, “If she wasn’t I would have let that Hijos de puta put a bullet in your head.”

“Goldfinch,” Ghost now weighs in, “report. Now.”

“I suggest you get that, Jilguero,” The many people around your two shuffle nervously, and your thoughts run.

How long before more Shadows break down the basement door of his place and find these people?

“What do I call you?” You ask the man, slapping your hand into his own and allowing him to pull you up with a choking breath.

“Just call me Manuel. Here,” He jerks his arm forward awkwardly, holding out your gun. It didn’t take an expert to know he had no clue how to handle the thing, “This is yours, I believe.”

“Word of advice, Manuel,” You send a slow smile his way before you grab and swing the weapon over your shoulders, “If you’re serious about using it, click the safety off next time.”

“Erm…”

You press the button on the radio as you look out the window, seeing a large group of flashlights descend into the darkness down further in the street. The Shadows were leaving.

“This is Goldfinch,” You flinch, fixing the weight on your legs, “No need to worry, boys.”

“That’s our job. Be lucky you have such enthusiastic partners whispering into your ear… You could have had Price barking orders instead.”

“Soap, never bring up the Captain. I can feel his hatred over the line just at the mention of his name.”

“Hatred? Is that what you think it is?”

“Both of you,” Ghost interrupts, and you have to hide a relieved sigh, “Shut the hell up.”

“Ah, you’re no fun, L.t.”

“Never said I was, Johnny.”

With that, you released the button and sank against the wall – utterly spent for the time being. Fisting at the wrappings around your middle, you draw them back just enough to peak at the damage to your side. Sucking in a deep breath sparks needles all along your ribs, but it’s all you can do to try and process the utter havoc that’s left of your flesh. The rag had helped stop the bleeding, but it had also made your flesh rip out in a way reminiscent of lightning, slowly making the wound bigger inch by inch.

It was drowned all the way through with crimson, and so too was the gauze. The sickly thick liquid you had felt when you were hobbling along in the streets hadn’t been rainwater. You had probably lost more blood than was good for you, by the way your limbs started to go numb and your fingers shook with shock.

“That doesn’t look good,” Manuel comments, having kept a close eye on you during your conversation.

“Yeah, doesn’t feel good, either.” Whimpering, you move the gauze and take the ends of the rag one at a time and ring them out, listening to the splatters of blood as they make slick pools on the floor. The pink skin of your insides is visible as your prod and pry. At least you know the bullet never hit anything important – you’d be dead by now. That didn’t make your dark thoughts take a break, though.

Trying to distract yourself and catch your breath, you send a glance around the room, looking at everyone present until you land on a flushed-faced Manuel. You weakly smirk, telling yourself not to scream as your legs nearly give out from under you.

“Don’t suppose you have a doctor in this room with you, huh?”

“Unfortunately not. I-I’m sorry,” You laugh, but it sounds more like a sob. Your eyes are glossy before you take a deep breath through the weight on your chest.

“No worries. Hey,” You try and straighten up, nearly doubling before you force yourself straight, “which way to the church? I have to meet up with my boys, and I, uh,” Chuckling as you stumble back into a wall you clutch your side numbly, “I just have to meet up with my boys.”

“You have a way out of the city?” Manuel perks up, taking a few steps closer to grab you by the shoulders. You flinch, but let him, watching his eyes fill with false hope.

“No,” His expression falls, “But if I make it there, I may find one. Ghost and Soap are some of the best men I’ve worked with. When we all get our brain cells clacking together, a plan’s sure to form.”

Probably not a good one, You keep the last portion to yourself with a grimace.

Manuel turns his head away before squeezing your shoulders and releasing you. You watch him look around the room, taking in terrified faces and tear-stained cheeks as the dark walls swallow the area. The man looks back as you struggle to keep upright, one arm behind you and hand splayed against the wall.

“You won’t make it there with that,” Manuel points to your side and shakes his head, “No way. Not a chance.”

“You want me to drag you all with me?” You raise an eyebrow, pushing off the wall and focusing on placing one foot in front of the other, stumbling to the basement door, “No. One was alright, but more than three is suicide. Everyone is–”

“--Safer here?” Manuel rushes after you, going to halt a few feet in front of the door with his arms out. He looked pitifully desperate, “Can you say that with certainty?”

You growl, shoving past him and side-stepping limbs on the floor that skirt out of your way, “No, but you have more of a chance.”

“Goldfinch, change of plans,” Your eyes widen at the breathy-toned Manchester accent entering the room, “Church is compromised – Shadows have the place torn up. Make for the Market. And no need to fret over Johnny, the bastards’ with me.”

“Shit,” You bring your hands to your head, running them over your hair and leaving streaks of blood in the strands before you grab the radio. You take a deep breath, “Copy.”

Saying the words so calmly feels like a betrayal of your emotions. You were anything but undisturbed. Swallowing the blood and mucus in your throat, you hesitantly turn your head to Manuel, side-eyeing him.

He smiles smartly, “The Market’s one mile up the road.”

“...I want everyone up and ready to go in two minutes. Move it.”

Hobbling to the door, you place your hand on the smooth texture as Manuel rushes to rouse the others. Taking a glance behind you, the girl stays close to the older woman who held her prior, clutching an apron that she wears. Your chest tightens as she stares at you.

Someone she knows, You think to yourself, good. They’ll look after her better than I could.

Two minutes come and go, and soon the small group is all standing holding meager belongings and family members to their chests.

“Alright,” You mutter, nodding, “You know how to shoot?” Looking at Manuel, you grab the Basilisk on your thigh, flipping it to hold into the barrel and point the grip at the blank-faced man, “It’s a revolver, so it has one helluva kickback on it – only holds five rounds too. If you have to shoot, make it count.”

“I-I’ve only shot a pistol before.”

“Well, then I hope you learn quickly. Safety’s off.”

Handing him the gun carefully, you swing your rifle over your shoulder and check the number of rounds you have left. Doing mental math as you shoulder the basement door open, you slowly ascend a set of stairs and end on the amount of twenty-five.

Your jaw clenches.

Graves had turned before you could re-stock in Alejandro’s facility, leaving you with the bare minimum.

Behind you, the group moves with muttered exhalations, whispering to each other fearfully. God, you could hear their heartbeats pounding in their chests without even looking; but it wasn’t like yours wasn’t beating just as fast.

Almost got him killed in Serbia.

“Shut up,” You growl to yourself, “Not now.” Leading them over the landing, your boots connecting with the hardwood floors; heading towards the front door as the world tilted. Bright colors shot across your vision like passing racecars.

“Easy there,” Manuel’s presence is heavy behind you, steady. You shuffle forward with a shake of your head.

The Market, You do a head count behind you as you grab the front door handle, I just need to make it to the Market.

Creaking the door open, you hold your rifle tighter as you stick your head out.

Empty.

“You stay on my ass, you hear me?” Throwing the inquiry over your shoulder you leave the house with your weapon scanning the streets, knowing that a Shadow could pounce from any angle. You had people to protect now; there was no bullshitting this.

“Wouldn’t miss it, Jilguero.”

“Very funny. Look, can’t you see me blushing.” Behind you, a nervous chuckle bounces off the dead houses, making an uneasy tremor wrack your spine. Keeping the conversation going, you wave the rest of the people over into an alleyway, watching them scurry to you and Manuel.

“‘Jilguero’ is Goldfinch in Spanish, I’m guessing?”

“You would be right, take the next left, but I can’t help but tell you that’s not much of a name,” The man whispers as you hear your feet splash in a puddle, taking a corner, “What do you call yourself – besides Goldfinch of course?”

You take the next left as directed, “Nothing.”

You make it to the market without having to fire a single bullet, though your knife has a few more stains to add to its sheen by the time everyone is staggering to a halt in the alleyway. Holding your hand up behind you to make them stop, you motion to the empty house to your left with two fingers and hear Manuel whispering in Spanish to help the civilians understand.

When they all safely make it inside, you and Manuel wait as the pitter-patter of rain hits your heads, dripping down your cheeks and chin. Swallowing, you look out over the empty stalls and businesses and grip your rifle, but the Shadows are nowhere to be seen in the reflections of windows or heard on the wind. A red pickup truck sits near an overturned booth, and you blink at it in contemplation.

Bright white street lights illuminate the city, creating dark spots over the cobblestone. Bringing a hand to your radio, your gun sits under your armpit, parallel to your chest as Manuel shifts nervously behind you. You hear his quick breaths and frown.

“Ghost, Soap, I’m in an alleyway just outside the Market. Where are you?”

“Copy,” Soap responds first, only a moment after an unsteady silence weighs on your shoulders, “We’re nearly there.”

“Copy,” You hesitate, “When you get here there’s a problem we need to address.”

“Anything deadly?”

“Heh,” Chuckling, your face twists in pain, “maybe.”

“We’ll get there as soon as we can, Goldfinch. Take it easy.” On the other end, the Sergeant was panting – running you realize. They must have really gotten into trouble leaving the Church, “Don’t want our favorite American kicking the bucket.”

“Favorite – I’m flattered.”

“Laswell takes a close second.”

“Less flattered.”

Soap’s laughter cuts out when the sound of running feet from across the Market draws your attention away from the small device. Snapping your hands to your rifle, you steady your stance with half-lidded eyes, though you still feel your hands shake.

Blood loss is one hell of a problem when you’re being hunted like an animal.

Across the road, two men rush out into the light, large frames creating more moving shadows as their steps bounce off the buildings.

“That’s them,” You turn to Manuel and nod your head, “Don’t shoot ‘em.”

The man lowers the Basilisk to his side.

Bringing your fingers to your lips, you feel your lungs sputter as you let out a thin whistle, impersonating a bird call.

Ghost’s masked face and Soaps tense one snap to you with their guns raised. Instincts still sharp as a blade despite the overwhelming circumstances they were in. Immediately the two noticed your disheveled form and shared a quick glance.

They rush over with pounding feet.

“Hells Bells, Goldfinch,” Soap grabs your shoulder with one hand, the other still clutching his gun with tight fingers as you stare at him blankly. He got over to you so fast you feel like you blacked out for a second, “You never told us it was this bad.”

Ghost grunts as he eyes Manuel, pointedly glaring at the revolver in his grip with untrustworthy eyes. He comments to you, “Can you keep going?”

“Always, Sir.” You respond immediately, a wavering smirk coming to your face. Letting Soap help you stand to your full height, you suck in greedy breaths, “But we have a bigger problem.”

The Scot scoffs, looking you over, “Bigger than a damn hole in your side?”

“Yes,” Nodding to the house where the group all huddle, you see their heads peaking out from under the window. The child’s little hands grip the windowsill like a kid on Christmas, trying to sneak the last cookie away, “namely a group of CIVs.”

Manuel takes a step forward, and you feel Soap's arm on your bicep tighten. He slightly moves to put you behind him, his shoulder bumping into your field of view. He had noticed the man before – they both had – but seeing your Basilisk in his hands had made them overlook his presence for a moment. If you had given the man your revolver, you trusted him with it, and seeing if you were alright took priority.

“Easy,” You mutter, “He’s with me.”

“The group is mostly women and children,” Manuel pleads, “If the men from before come back, they’ll all be killed. I have to get them out of the city, tonight.”

“That’s not our problem.” Ghost’s voice is cold and logical. He won’t endanger his squad’s lives, “You’re not our mission, and you’ve done fine so far.” They’ve all been put through the wringer, and dragging along others will attract attention that no one wants. It was more about saving his squad’s hide than the other way around.

But that’s a death sentence for the innocents who are watching from behind the window, eyes wide with fear. You made your decision the second you dragged them out into the street. They were your responsibility now.

“That’s nearly what she said,” The local man points to you and Ghost takes a step forward threateningly. In any other situation, the response from your boys would have been heartwarming.

“I’m not…leaving them here.” You force out from numb lips and feel more than see Soap whip his head down to you.

“Your joking! Lass, you can barely walk by yourself!”

“We don’t need another Serbia on our hands, Goldfinch. You’re coming with us.” Laughing, you shake your head at the Manchester man.

“Next time you see Price, tell him he was right, yeah? He’ll know what I mean.”

“Goldfinch,” Ghost thumps over to you, gargantuan body making you seem even tinier, “I don’t think you’re understanding me: that’s a fucking order, soldier.”

“Would now be a bad time to tell you I only take orders from Laswell?” You chuckle, shaking off Soap's increasingly tight grip; like he could drag you away into the night without you clocking him in the jaw. Your head turns to the red pickup with intent.

“Hotwire the truck – get the hell out of the city.”

“Bullshit. No way in hell are we leaving you here for the Shadows.” Soap spits, taking a step back from you and shaking his head so hard his wet mohawk sprays more water into your face, “I won’t stand for it. We leave here together, or not at all.”

“Graves’ll tear you to pieces if he finds you here,” Ghost stares you down with those unblinking eyes before looking to the tuck in the Market, “not to mention you’re wounded. You won’t last on your own, and with a group of CIVs to keep under check your chance of survival drops to zero.”

“Alejandro said he had a safehouse, yes?” You begin, not finding any other option for yourself to make them understand, “you know the way by road, Ghost, but he also explained a way through the mountains. It’s long, but it leads to the same place. I know the way. I can lead the people through it; get them to safety. I doubt the Shadows will follow beyond city limits – that's not their orders, and Graves is a little shit about that kind of stuff.”

A beat of silence. Soap clenches his hands and gnashes his teeth. He would be more difficult to persuade about this than Ghost. Too loyal to people; cares too much.

It’s not a bad quality to have, You say to yourself, but it clouds your judgment. Makes you…sloppy.

Something clicks in your head, but you don’t have the time to think about it before Ghost is answering you with a grave tone.

“That adds nearly half a day of hard hiking, Goldie…You sure you’re up for that?”

“You can’t seriously be considering this, L.t.!” Soap yells, voice bouncing over the rain, “She’ll die!”

“Better it means something, eh?” As his face drops, you send the Scot a small smile, “Soap…I can’t leave these people to die here. Never been able to, and I won’t start now. You can fight me on this, but you know it won’t end well for you.”

Manuel lets out a snort a few feet away but quickly shuts up when Ghost sends a glare his way.

You watch with guilt in your chest as the bear of a man’s shoulders deflate, eyes turning into that of a kicked puppy. Looking to the side, he grunts.

“...Let me look at the gunshot wound.” Soap gives in, knowing he can’t change your mind, and swings his weapon over his shoulders before ripping open his medical pouch, “No way am I letting you go without trying my best to patch you up.”

Pulling back the gauze and the remains of your shirt, you hike your vest up so he can get a better look as his fingers poke at the skin. The wound festers with sickness, puckered flesh-like lips around the sagging rag it clings to. You don’t even want to look at it, and judging by Soap's quick breath in, he doesn’t either. Ghost burns holes into the side of your face.

The Scot’s finger prod at the rag, eliciting a snarl in turn from your mouth.

“Ask a girl out first before you go lifting her shirt up?”

He doesn't miss a beat.

“I’ll leave Price for that – if the man ever gets his shite together that is. You both deserve each other.”

“Stubborn bastards,” Ghost agrees, leaning back to look into the Market impatiently, “Make it quick Johnny.”

You feel your face heat to an unexplainable level, disbelief pulsing in your veins. All of these comments about Price – Price this, Price that. God, what were these boys trying to do here?

Ask me out? What the fuck is this man on? How many times do I have to tell him how much Price hates me before it takes hold?

But you stay quiet, holding your tongue as the Scot gets to work.

Soap can’t do much to help without making you immediately bleed out in front of him. They have no intense medic experience, no good equipment, and no hope of making the wound disappear into thin air like a magician: though you have no doubt Soap would have tried if it meant it would make you better.

All he does is apply an antibacterial solution and re-dress the wound, getting his gloves all bloody in the process as they drip crimson down into the street. As he packs more gauze around the rag to suck up more blood and try to stop the bleeding, you force back the nausea in your throat.

“Not a chance you have any Advil in that pack of yours, Suds?” Soap sends a serious look up at you, now going to string a long tourniquet around your waist. He ties it tight.

“Sorry, Ma’am.”

“Damn, knew I was unlucky today, ” You pant.

Ghost steps forward, hands still gripping his gun, “Johnny,” He whispers, “We’ve got to go. Shadows on the move, I can hear ‘em coming.”

“Go,” You mutter, grabbing his hands in your own and forcing them away. Grabbing the rifle you had put aside, you take a few steps back from the boys who had just gone through hell to get back together and make it out. The only problem was they were now one member short, “I’ll get these people out of here and we’ll meet at the safe house in a day’s time max.”

“We better see you there, Goldie,” Ghost grumbles, “I never gave you permission to die on me.” He turns first, jogging his way to the pickup as shouts pick up on the other side of the city.

“Yes, Sir,” You snort, nearly feeling your legs give you before you right yourself. Soap stands still, watching with guilt-ridden eyes. He reaches into his medical pouch and produces a single white stick. You tilt your head.

“Adrenaline shot,” He explains, walking over to you and slipping it into one of your front pouches. He swallows thickly, “I better see you there, Goldfinch.”

You smile lightly, eyes crinkling despite the hopelessness of his tone, “Get Alejandro back in the meantime, yeah? He still has to play guitar for me at some point.”

—

Price has never felt like this before. His chest sputters, heart palpitating in his breast harshly. He knew how to respond to any situation imaginable – a gunshot, a stab wound, his comrades falling around him like flies and how to push on through it. But this…? Why did he feel like this now?

Where the hell is that damn woman, He feels his lips turn into a harsh frown as he enters the armory of the safe house, multiple racks of weapons and armored trucks passing in the corners of his eyes like phantoms.

It’s been two days since anyone had seen or heard from you, and in the meantime, Soap, Ghost, and Rodolfo had broken out the Mexican Special Forces from their overtaken HQ, and Price and Gaz had come in to assist. But still, there was no Goldfinch.

The Captain could tell the tension in his shoulders had gotten worse. When he hadn’t seen you with the boys breaking into Alejandro’s HQ to free the men…

It was like his heart had stopped working properly since.

“Ghost, Soap!” John calls, voice authoritative as it echoes off the wooden walls. Many of the Vaqueros in the room turn to look, backs unconsciously straightening at the Captains intimidating presence. The named men look up from the large brainstorming table they were hunched over. Alejandro and Rodolfo stand next to them while Gaz trails behind Price swiftly, watching the older man with concern, “Anything on Goldfinch?”

Soap glances at Ghost.

“Nothing, Sir.”

“Negative,” Ghost continues, straightening his spine, “I checked about a mile down the path – there’s no sign. Nothing from the radio either.”

Alejandro speaks up, his face twisting down into a frown as Price and Gaz make it to the table, “The mountains are difficult terrain – radio antennas can’t get a signal out through it. That’s why I hesitated to tell you the way when we first met,” He clenches his hands over the table, looking down at the map set over the wood, “Taking that path…It’s not something most of my men would ever dare to do.”

“And taking it injured – nonetheless with the wound that Soap described,” Rodolfo takes a glance at John, shaking his head with a hesitant look in his brown eyes, “It’s not promising, Captain.”

“The girl’s strong,” Soap grunts, tilting his head in denial as his jaw clenches, “Goldfinch is alive. We just have to wait–”

“We don’t have the time to wait, MacTavish,” Price interjects, crossing his arms over his chest and setting his legs shoulder-width apart, looking down at the map with hidden emotions. The mission came first…right?

Then why did John feel so fuckin’ bad about his decision?

“Graves’ll be vulnerable because of the prison break – on high alert, but that type of thinking always makes people like him sloppy. We have the advantage right now,” Price sighs, lowering his voice to no more than a grunt, as the bucket hat on his head tilts forward, “and I’d rather not lose it.”

A tense silence settles before Gaz speaks up.

“Are…you sure that’s best, Sir?” The man asks, “Goldfinch is one of us. We can’t just leave without her.”

“She made her choice, Sergeant, eh?” Price mutters, eyes snapping from one marked-out path on the paper as if he could find your body between the folds and red ‘x’s’ or if you’d magically appear from the fibers popping up with that damned happy-go-lucky smile that made him want to smash his lips against yours.

Price stills at the thought, hands tightening over the flesh of his arms.

Anyone could see John was pushed against a wall with this.

Graves, or you. The mission, or…you.

He’d never have brought you into this if it had been his choice – tried to shove you away from it with all his power already. But all he had done was force you right into the middle of this shitshow with all of your infuriating goodness. John wouldn’t have bothered to drag civilians into this; his mode of thinking was the needs of the many over the few, as you had pointed out to him in Serbia with such an outburst that the man was half convinced you would give yourself a heart attack. You were just so different from him.

That’s why you love her, A voice hisses in the back of his head.

I’d known she’d do something like this - put her damn life on the line like it meant nothing, Price clenched his teeth, and I sent her away anyways. I should have been here…fuckin' hell.

“We take back Alejandro’s HQ in two days,” John relents only slightly, cursing the hope in his chest singing that you would show up. You had to. Everyone at the table perks at the comment, not previously having any ideas of how to persuade the mission-focused man to relent in his choices.

Soap has a large smile blossom over his face, and he and Rodolfo share a mischievous look; Ghost shakes his head at the pair and their insurance of getting involved in whatever Goldfinch and the Captain had going on.

But it was incredibly confusing to everybody, to say the least.

Even some of the Vaqueros you had been friendly with looked at each other with smiles on their faces. None had wanted you to be presumed dead.

Price continues, “But I can’t do more than—”

“Alejandro!” A yell shatters the Safehouse, and soon one of the Colonel’s men comes springing into the room.

Everyone’s hands are on their weapons in an instant, bodies tense and ready to strike.

“Shit, is it Shadows?!” Gaz asks, but the individual rushes past and grabs Alejandro by the arm.

“¡Es Jilguero! ¡Ella está aquí! ¡Ella tiene sobrevivientes de Las Almas con ella! ¡Venga, rápido, coronel!”

“Jilguero?” Price asks with a hard voice, partially already knowing but not wanting to be disappointed, “What does that–”

“It’s her!” The man says, rushing past the others as everyone else immediately begins sprinting out of the room, talk of Shadows and strategy thrown to the side without a second thought.

It was you. Impossibly, it was you.

John doesn’t think as he rushes past everyone, adrenaline pumping from his heart down to his feet. He can’t seem to think about anything else besides you – your face, hair, body – and feels his stomach roll with an unidentified emotion. All that mattered was you, and he hated himself for it.

She’s back. She’s alive.

Price reaches the front door faster than anyone else, the packs on his vest weighing him down, and the gun over his shoulders jolts with every heavy step that slams to the dirt floor. He slams it open with a shoulder, feet skidding over the ground.

—

You don’t know where the pain stops and you begin. Stumbling forward you hear the happy cries of the people who had come into your care meeting the warm afternoon air, stirring the leaves and bushes.

“The safe house is just ahead, Jilguero,” Manuel keeps you upright with a hand around your waist, your arm over his firm shoulders. No doubt he was covered in your blood from head to toe – he’d been the sole thing keeping you on your feet for half the day.

You’d been forced to cauterize your bullet wound yesterday, and, admittingly, it was a shotty job. Your hands had been too shaky to hold your combat knife steady, leaving long sections of your side burned and blistered that weren’t even connected to the source of your problems.

But it had stopped the bleeding for a while, at least. Manuel had to stitch you up, using the fishing line and needle you had stuffed into your medical pouch when this nightmare had begun. That too was suspect to improvement, but the man had done the best he could while panicking over your unconscious, flesh sizzling, body. All things considered for his first time stitching skin, he had done better than expected.

The sutures had ripped open on the last stretch of the hike.

“‘Bout time,” You wheeze, forcing your feet to carry your forward. The amount of sweat, blood, and dirt that was caked over your body made you want to gag, but no one else was any better. You suck in weak, gasping, breaths.

“Let me walk,” Gasping, you begin moving away from Manuel the closer the outline of trees becomes.

“Whoa, careful there,” He says, but lets you go. Manuel stays close, watching you limp to the treeline on unsteady legs, “Stubborn.” The man mutters under his lips.

“Heard that,” You snort painfully, slowly making your way into the open with one hand over your side, trying to keep the bleeding to a minimum.

When you enter the safe house’s clearing, your eyes squint against the light, turning your head away sharply.

“Goldfinch!” Gaz’s voice reaches you first, making you flinch from how loud it was. Lifting your head, you blink away the dots and lock onto the multitude of people all gobsmacked on the lawn. You raise an eyebrow glancing for a moment at the various civilians being embraced by Vaqueros.

Many were crying.

Family members? You ask yourself, watching with a small smile before looking back to the task at hand.

“Hell, you really brought out the welcoming comity, didn’t you? Miss me that much, boys?”

Soap points at you, beginning to make his way over, “You’re a damned day late, Ma’am! You should get written up for all the worry–”

Price places a heavy hand on the Scot’s shoulder, stopping him with a small skid across the earth.

Oh, fuck, You curse.

You hadn’t even noticed the Captain, too focused on getting somewhere to rest, and finally, put the burning behind your eyes to bed. God, did your side ache something awful.

“C-captain,” You laugh breathlessly, voice cracking and eyes nervously filtering about. Manuel leaves your side to go greet a Vaquero who claps him on the shoulder lovingly, “Good to see you, Sir.”

Silence.

He’s pissed.

Price takes a deep breath, and you see his chest inflate as he stares you down with those narrowed blue eyes that you love to hate. His body is partially vibrating with rage.

Not Impressed.

Nearly got him killed in Serbia.

“Price…I–” You’re cut off with a sharp bark.

“You disobeyed orders!” The enraged man begins, face becoming a deep red under his beard. You watch with tense shoulders as John begins stalking over, his feet so heavy on the dirt they create puffs under his feet. Everyone halts to listen, too afraid to intervene, “Ran off without the security of your squad! Put your life in danger and yourself above the mission!”

Your head sags, chin falling to your chest as you stare hard at the ground. Price’s shadow gets closer, his voice not falling as that authoritative tone rips into your self-confidence.

“Nearly got yourself killed! What do you think would have happened if you died? Who’s fault would that have been, Goldfinch? Oh, right, your sorry Muppet self!”

His body heat leaked into you as you took the words he spits at you, British accent becoming even more prominent as his rage rises to new heights. You’d never seen him this angry before. Against your will, glossiness coats the sheen of your eyes, collecting in your tear ducts. You could feel John’s ragged breath on the top of your head, rustling your hair. He was breathing so heavily you would have thought he had just run a marathon.

He’s so warm, dizzy, and more exhausted than you had ever felt before, you take a deep breath. It was getting harder and harder to stand every second. But you were so done with this cat and mouse game, Price, please, hold me. I’m tired.

You don’t know where the thought comes from, but this one you don’t try to fight.

“Is there anything you have to say for yourself, Agent?” John growls, and you look to see his hands clenched at his side. Shaking.

You don’t look at his face, content with watching his heart beat wildly in his chest, a small smirk growing on your lips. Maybe you’d just cracked the code for all of his attitudes, his supposed hatred.

Maybe he loved to hate you just the same as you did him.

Your head falls forward, hitting on his chest just above his heart. You feel more than see his chest still in shock as your forehead angles itself above the bulkiness of his pouches.

“You can yell at me all you want, John,” You whisper, “but let me lean on you, first. You’re warm.”

Price’s body jolts like you electrocuted him, but after a minute of steady breathing and feeling his eyes boring into the side of your pain-screwed face, an all-encompassing hand makes its way to your head. Finally. It presses into you, pushing your body just a little closer to the man who, up until this moment, had never understood. But, apparently, he didn’t understand you, either.

That was probably because both of you were stubborn bastards.

John’s breath tickles your ears as he tilts his head to the side, knocking it against yours as you feel that stupid hat hitting your scalp. You release a gentle sigh, letting the tension leak out of you as whispered conversations flow all around. But here, at this moment, all you think about is John. About the way his hand fit so perfectly at the back of your head, his thumb moving up and down in soothing motions that leave your eyes fluttering shut in safety. His other gravitated to your waist, carefully whispering over the bandages of your injury. Checking the wrappings and running calloused fingers over the bulk of the stitches.

Was this what you had been missing this entire time?

“Stay awake for me, sweetheart,” He mutters, anger turning into something else as John’s lips caress against your skin so sweetly it leaves you with tears tracking down your cheeks; muffled inhalations of sobbing breaths stuck in your throat, “You’re alright, now. I’ve got you.”

“Don’t let go,” You sniffle, body shaking despite your best efforts. The hand on the back of your head travels to your cheek, wiping away the rouge tears as his callouses scratch your skin perfectly.

Your eyes open slowly, locking immediately on deep ocean blue, with lighting striking every time eyelids closed delicately. You hadn’t seen those eyes so softly meeting yours since before Serbia.

“Never,” John whispers, thumb once more rubbing over your flushed cheeks, so close you could move an inch and your lips would connect. “Never again.”

All you do is smile, feeling the heat in the air become thicker the more you feel John's breath over your lips, his gaze flickering down before snapping back to your shimmering eyes once more.

But, unfortunately, there is a time and a place.

“Fuckin' finally!” Soap’s voice shatters the calm moment, rising above the chirping birds and jerking the two of you out of whatever was sparking, “Ghost you owe me a fifty!”

“Johnny, do me a favor and shut up, would you?”

Laughter bounces, but all you do is close your eyes once more, pulling away to nuzzle your face into John’s neck. Your arms stay limp at your sides.

“Think you can walk for me, Finch?” He asks lowly, pressing his lips to the side of your head and making your face turn into a bonfire as he leaves a kiss behind.

It was a promise – we’ll talk later.

Your pride rears its head inside your breast for a moment.

“Y-yeah,” You stutter, head pounding when you force your eyelids open to see the path ahead of you.

Price grunts.

“Stubborn,” Suddenly hands are gently moving you up into a hold, arms settling under your knees and over your shoulders. When he lifts you so effortlessly, you can’t help the gasp that escapes you. Your rifle sits uncomfortably along your back, but you don’t complain, because John had somehow managed to lift you without aggravating your wound further,. But of course he had – this was Captain John Price, “We’ll have to work on that, Agent.”

“No more than I’ll have to with you, Captain. You’ve got it worse than me.”

“Hm, you’re probably right.” Blinking at him, your eyes crease in confusion, but he only smirks, white teeth flashing.

Scrunching your nose, you put your head under his chin, forcing his head up with a grunt.

You grumble, “Tell Manuel to give my Basilisk back, would you?”

John walks through the threshold of the safe house, nodding to the others to tell them he can handle it as Gaz sends a smirk and a tweaked eyebrow his way. Price won’t even try to decipher that. The rest give you soft glances that you miss, and Alejandro knows he’ll have to thank you personally later for everything you did for Las Almas and its people. But he knows that right now there’s something special going on. He’ll wait.

The Captain chuckles at your comment, even if he doesn’t know who the hell ‘Manuel’ is, “Well, it’s your gun, isn’t it? Why don’t you tell him, eh?”

But all he felt was the sensation of your sleeping body slotted under his head, lips touching his Adam’s Apple and making him shiver as soft breaths fall. John pulled you impossibly closer.

Making his way to the corner, he carefully rested your body on an empty cot and waved over a Vaqueros with medical supplies and ample training.

As the Medic worked on you – lifting up your shirt to see the mangled remains of your side and the botched sutures – Price sucked in a quiet breath and watched with his arms folded over his chest.

In his head, he was telling himself to not reach out to you, let the Medic work, but when your unconscious face twisted in pain he didn’t hesitate. He snatched your hand with your own and watched the wrinkles in your forehead soften as his thumb rubbed the length of the back of your hand.

Pride blossomed in his chest. He could fix this mess he made; you both made.

He smiled.

“You impressed me, Goldfinch. Always have.”

—

Serbia: August 15th, 1700 Hrs. –

You swore if you lived, you would love John Price for the rest of your life.

“What in the bloody hell were you thinking, Muppet!?” The Captain screamed at you as he hand a tight compression to your chest, blood leaking from his fingertips and pooling on the ground, leaving your combat vest in tatters.

If you hadn’t been prioritizing those damned civilians this never would have happened. A knife to the chest is never a good thing, and John was sure that you were going to die under him as he screamed at you in anger and fear; eyes glossy.

An imposter in the crowd, a liar, and the second you had checked to see if the man was alright, he had struck.

John had seen you go down and immediately put a bullet through the man’s skull with an enraged yell. He watched you hit the ground like you meant nothing.

“I told you to run! Goldfinch, I fucking told you to run!” Blood shot from your mouth, splashing Price’s face in a spray of gore. Your eyes were fluttering.

No, no, no. Not like this.

“You never listen! Fuck!” Damn you for making him fall in love with you. Damn you. Damn you. Damn you. Always running into danger, going where he can’t follow, you gave him a heart attack every time you were away from his side.

“Keep your bloody eyes open, Goldfinch! Keep them on me…! Fuckin' hell…where's the damn Medic!?”

John Price swore to himself that, if you lived through this, he would hate you for the rest of his life.

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HEYYY HOW ARE YOUU!?!?? I will give you a requestt Can you do where the reader[his Gf] and Alejandro are doing matching outfits a week long and these posting it on sociales media or sum Maybe secret and fans go crazy about it finding it cute adorable ect. TAKE YOURE TIME BÉBÉ AND FINALLY SOME ONE WHO WRITES BALDE LUVV YOUU WITH MY ♥️♥️

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It's nearing your 6 month anniversary dating Alejandro and he wanted to bring you out for the whole week until you guys' anniversary on Thursday

"Amor, I have some new clothes for you. Come try them on"

He dumps out whole bunch of clothing that almost looked the same. There was A LOT of it, knowing that your boyfriend was spoiling you with his money. You widened your eyes as you looked back up to him.

"Ale! This is too much for me!" You giggled as you ran your hands along the pile of clothes

"No amor! It for the both of us missy. For the whole week" Alejandro smiled as he picked up a shirt and a pair of jeans from the pile. "This will look so good on you bebe" He held the shirt infront of your torso as you chuckled at the huge smile on his face. He paired up all the clothes and put his to the side, you found a cute blue top that Alejandro knew you'd love.

"Can I try it on amor? I love this top as much as i love you" Alejandro blushed as he nodded

"Try all of them on amor, you look stunning"

You gave Alejandro a fashion show for about 30 minutes, you can tell he really enjoyed it. He hummed as you finished on the last set of clothes as he said a breathy ‘wow’. He walked closer as he tightly hugged you, your face engraved in his neck as he kissed your forehead.

“Lets rest up bebé, we will be out a lot tomorrow. I dont want you to be tired.” He frowned as he went to the washroom to change into his pjs to sleep. You changed into your pjs too as you flopped into bed with him.

“I love you bebé, rest well. I love you” Alejandro says as his breath hitched against the back of your neck.

“I will sleep well as long as im in your arms, I love you too Ale”

He spooned you as both of you guys dozed off to sleep.

You woke up to him waiting in the living room all ready, you thought you were late so you ran back to the room to quickly get ready.

“Amorrr, don’t be in a rush I’ll wait for you” he says giggling at you. You find the matching clothes hanging on the chair as you fix your hair, brush your teeth etc. “I’ll take a pic before we leave” He whispers as he wraps his arms around you, posing in the mirror. He posted it to his story with the text ‘mi amor🫶🏾💕’ and soon enough his phone was blowing up with notifications. You both were wearing a black hoodie with khaki cargo pants and air force 1s. His hand squeezed onto yours as you walled down the street going to the ice rink because he knew you loved to skate.

“But you don’t know how do skate bebé!?” I exclaimed as he pointed to the ice rink.

“Hmm maybe you will teach me then!” He giggles as you pouted. You both walk inside to find a pair of skates. He hands you his phone to take a pic of him falling down and laughing.

You post it on his story without him knowing with the caption ‘😭’

After an hour you guys went back to you guy’s place to rest up. Alejandro whispered into your ear reminding that both of your anniversaries are tomorrow. You nodded at his remark as his face was washed with pure excitement. You picked up your phone to set an alarm, you needed to get ready early, maybe even before Alejandro wakes up.

The alarm has woken you up as you drop out of bed, still tired you splash your face with cold water to wake yourself up. Alejandro would usually wake up 30 minutes later, at 8:00. You had your makeup and skincare done as well as your hair. You picked out a short black dress that would contrast along with Alejandro’s black button up and jeans.

He woke up seeing you on your phone, laying down on the couch as you smiled at him. He immediately blushed as he said

“Well someone is excited today, but i think im missing something. hmm?”

You rushed to your feet as you showered him in kisses all over his face. His skin felt blazing hot as your face brushed against his after you pulled away from his face. On his face was a huge smile as his eyes illuminated from the light.

He got back from his room, all ready and dressed as he asked me

“How do i look bebé?”

“I think you look so handsome, always”

He ran up to you as his arms wrapped around you. You held his hand as you got out of the house and celebrated your anniversary.

He posted a picture of him holding holding flowers on his insta captioned

“THE LOML🫶🏾🤞🏾💕💕”

The notifs blew up on the both of your phones as the day started to set.

@alejandrobalde.fanpage: OMGGG

@y/nxbalde: what a gentleman🥹

@fp_balde: so cuteee

@edibalde_: hermanitooo😏😏

@ansufati: lil bro is growing up🙏🏾

The both of you sat at a nearby shore as the soothing sounds of the waved and both of your laughs collided.

<3333

A/N it took me a while to write this cz im hashtag unmotivated😒 hoped u enjoy reading<3

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nosugarallspice · 8 months

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Alejandro Balde sex in like the kitchen smth like that👀 please and thank uu:))

Oh this is kinda🤭🤭 // welcome love

Minors DNI!!

Word Count: 278

You woke up earlier than Alejandro, you figured you’d make him some breakfast. He’s been working pretty hard these past couple of days so you wanted to do something nice for him.

You were so caught up in making sure the French toast wasn’t burnt, that you didn’t feel him wrap his arms around you from behind at first, that was until he placed a kiss to your shoulder.

“Hi baby.” You smiled, leaning back into him before turning around to face him. “Mm, hi.” He smiles, placing a kiss to your lips.

He continued to place kisses along your jaw, then down to your neck. Your hands tangled in his hair as his hands found their way down to the hem of your oversized shirt, lifting it up just enough for your panties to come in sight.

“Babe, I made you French toast.” You smiled, trying to wiggle away from his grip, but he had other plans in mind. “I know, and it smells really good, but I think I’ll start with you first.”

He quickly pulled your panties to the side, his fingers rubbing your clit gently, a smirk on his lips once he felt how wet you were. “All this for me?”

“Mm, always for you.” He moved, your back pressed against his chest once again. You felt him run his cock along your slit before pushing into you; his pace was fast, each thrust he pushed in deeper.

Your hands gripped the edge of the counter as he fucked into you from behind, moans falling freely from your lips. “Feels good, doesn’t it?”

“So, so good.” You moaned, Alejandro gripped your jaw, turning your head slightly to the side as he placed sloppy kisses on your lips.

His other hand sliding down your stomach and rubbing circles on your clit, “you’re doing so good baby, taking me so well.”

“So close.” You whimpered, feeling that familiar knot forming in your stomach.

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blackgirlwhowrites2k23 · 5 months

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Heya! Can I pleaseee get a Balde one where he comes to visit you unexpectedly in your uni dorm or flat and you have to try your best to hide him 🥲🫶

Summary: “When I dialed 6-1-1, Repair Service

She said, "Hello, may I help you please?"

I told her something must be wrong with my phone

'Cause my baby wouldn't hang up on me”

You’ve been caught up with preparations for your exams and you’ve put your phone on DND. You told your parents but you forgot to tell a certain someone.

A/N: Thank you for the requests! More Balde is on the way !!! This one's also about 2,300 words which is more than I've written for the others so enjoy!

It was nearing midnight and your dorm room was shrouded in the dim glow of a desk lamp. The air was a mix of the vanilla-scented candle you'd lit (because who said studying couldn't have a hint of vanilla-scented goodness?), the heavy weight of late-night cramming that threatened to make you fall asleep, and the unmistakable anxiety that hung thick around these times. You were buried in textbooks and notes, fully immersed in the world of exam preparation; it was like a battlefield, and each page you turned was a strategic move. Your desk was a war room, scattered with the casualties of highlighters and sticky notes. With a crucial test looming on the horizon, you had put your phone on "Do Not Disturb" mode all day in hopes of getting all your work done and fully being prepared for your upcoming finals. With your notifications silenced, the only sounds that reverberated through your dorm were the rustling of papers and the occasionally frustrated sigh that came from the depths of your soul and empty stomach.

You had made sure to inform your parents about your temporary digital escape, not wanting them to worry and assume something bad had happened–knowing them. Thoughts of a time when they'd practically filed a missing person report because you forgot to text back for a few hours came to the surface causing a soft smile to grace your features. You were glad you had people who worried about you. Speaking of people who worried about you, you had kinda forgotten to clue in a certain someone—Alejandro, your boyfriend. With a big game on the horizon for the star football player, the anticipation was probably cranking up his stress levels so you decided it best to let him be fully focused anyway. He’ll forgive you. You chuckled at the mental image of him panicking after receiving a missing person report from your parents after you two had spent the whole day together laughing and catching up.

As the clock ticked past midnight, you were in the trenches; engrossed in your notes, oblivious to the multiple missed calls and messages from Alejandro.

Outside your door, there was a soft melody that was almost like a distant echo, barely audible at first but gradually growing louder with each passing second. The muffled thumping of heavy bass reached your ears, accompanied by a tantalizing melody that teased the edges of your memory. You definitely knew the song, but it was so muffled that you couldn’t quite catch the words. It was the kind of tune that, under normal circumstances, would have lured you out to join the invisible party or belt out whatever lyrics were being played in the hallway.

However, irritation crawled under your skin as the music continued to infiltrate your room. At first, you tried to brush it off, but the irritation morphed into a gnawing frustration, and you felt an almost growing urge to do something about it. The fantasy of storming out into the hallway to confront the culprit played out in your mind. You imagined yourself going out there and asking if they were “out of their damn mind” and to “turn that noise down” or maybe taking the polite route and requesting to turn it down, which would be a remarkable level of self-control. Or maybe doing a little bit of both.

With a sigh and a reluctant shake of your head, you decided that enough was enough. It was time to restore the peace. Taking a deep breath, you steeled yourself for the confrontation ahead. Whether through a polite request or a no-nonsense intervention, you were not going to fail this test because you were too busy turning up to your dorm neighbor’s music.

You swung the door open, ready to give a piece of your mind, only to be met with the sight of Alejandro, a mischievous grin on his face, holding a portable speaker playing the soulful tune. Confusion flickered across your face, but before you could react, he grabbed your hand, pulled you into the hallway, and began to dance and sing.

"What in the world, Alej!? Boy, do you mind explaining why you're playing music outside my door at this ungodly hour?" you asked in a sort of hushed shout as a mix of irritation and amusement was in your tone as you crossed your hands across your frame.

He grabbed your hands again and twirled you in a spontaneous dance move, still singing, "Mr. Telephone Man, there's something wrong with my line. When I dial my baby's number, I get a click every time!"

You couldn't help but laugh at the unexpected serenade, even as your irritation lingered. "Seriously, though, what are you doing here?"

He flashed you a playful smile and continued to sing, "Mr. Telephone Man, there's something wrong with my line. When I dial my baby's number, I get a click every time!"

Your confusion deepened, and you shot him a bemused look. "Be forreal, is this some kind of weird initiation prank or...?"

With a twirl and a flourish, he sang the next line, "When I dialed 6-1-1, Repair Service

She said, "Hello, may I help you please?"

I told her something must be wrong with my phone

'Cause my baby wouldn't hang up on me!"

It finally clicks. You couldn't decide whether to be annoyed or amused. "Okay, wow. You are petty."

He finally paused his impromptu performance, looking at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Just thought I'd drop by since my baby doesn’t know how to answer the phone. I thought I’d add a little musical magic to your study night and bless you with my singing skills. You know, since I’m you’re good luck charm."

“I thought I was your good luck charm,” you raised an eyebrow, caught between a sly smirk and a reluctant smile. " And I thought you had a match coming up, so I thought I’d let you focus. I didn’t want to be a bother.”

“We’re each other’s lucky charms.” He chuckled before he placed both his arms firmly on your shoulders as his face got serious, "And you’re never a bother. Don’t let me hear you say that again or you’ll hurt my feelings, man."

You couldn't help but shake your head in disbelief as you waved him off. "You could've just knocked, you know."

"But where's the fun in that?" he replied, starting to dance again. "Mr. Telephone Man, there's something wrong with my line..."

You sighed, unable to suppress a smile. "Alright, fine. You win. But let’s bring this inside. If anyone sees you making all this noise they’ll be on my head. People are trying to study."

With that, he pulled you into your dorm, the catchy tune of "Mr. Telephone Man" playing lightly and serving as a great backdrop. It was unexpected, ridiculous, and utterly Alejandro. You couldn't deny the warmth spreading through you as you joined him in the spontaneous dance, grateful for the interruption. Your initial annoyance melted away into laughter as he picked you up and twirled you around, still belting out the lyrics with an endearing off-key charm. The unexpected serenade had you in stitches, and you couldn't help but marvel at the lengths he went to surprise you.

“Oh, wait. I almost forgot.”

He put you down and darted back outside. You stood there, a mix of emotions swirling within, wondering if he was leaving. However, to your surprise, he returned moments later, holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers and a gift basket filled with snacks, comfort food, and a selection of your favorite movies.

As you peered into the gift basket, a grin spread across your face. "What's all this, babe?"

He chuckled, reaching for a snack. "Just a little something to make sure you're fueled up and relaxed for your big day. I’m also hungry though so some of these are for now."

You picked up a kisses chocolate bar and raised an eyebrow at the note attached. "Kisses for good luck?" you read aloud, a playful groan escaping your lips. "Alejandro, you're so corny."

He grinned, teasingly nudging you. "You secretly love my corniness."

You bit back a smile, holding up a Tootsie Roll with a note that read, "You'll do great, toots." "This is quite literally the corniest thing ever," you teased, groaning in affection.

He laughed, "Admit it, you love it."

You attempted to deny it with a nonchalant shrug, but the smile tugging at your lips betrayed you. "Maybe a little."

His eyes twinkled with amusement. "That smile says otherwise."

You rolled your eyes playfully, but couldn't hide the affection in your gaze. "Okay, fine. Maybe a lot."

He leaned in, planting a sweet kiss on your forehead. "That's what I thought."

The gesture left you speechless, and your eyes glistened with tears of joy. Alejandro noticed your tears and immediately grew concerned, reaching out to wipe them away. As you explained the mix of emotions that overwhelmed you, he responded with a snort, teasingly flicking your forehead and calling you a crybaby.

The music still lightly played from the speaker, and just when you thought the night couldn't get any crazier, there was a knock on the door. Your eyes quickly went over to your digital clock that read 1:30 am. Shit. A whole 30 minutes since visitation hours ended. Panic flashed across both your faces as you hastily tried to hide Alejandro. His attempts at concealment were comical at best—behind curtains, under blankets, and even suggesting he'd hide behind the door. You couldn't help but stifle a laugh at his antics.

"Hurry up, Balde! Behind the door? Seriously?" you whispered, trying to keep your voice low while conveying the urgency of the situation.

He shot you a sheepish grin, "Hey, it could work!"

You rolled your eyes, "Not a chance. Get in the closet!"

The knock persisted, and you shot a quick look at Alejandro. With a dramatic flourish, he threw himself into the closet, making you cringe at the potential noise. You shushed him with wide eyes, "Quiet! We're going to get caught."

He hushed back with an exaggerated whisper, "I'm Miles Morales, silent and stealthy."

You bit your lip to suppress a giggle. "More like Alejandro Balde. Loud as hell and clumsy. Just stay quiet!"

As you tried to rearrange the room to look somewhat normal, Alejandro couldn't resist making a joke, "If they ask, you’re going to try out for the cheer team and I was helping you practice."

You shot him a glare and pressed a hand to your lips. He returned the gesture as you closed the closet door.

The knock on the door grew more insistent, and you quickly continued to shuffle around, trying to make everything look as normal as possible. You shot one last glance at the closet, silently praying that Alejandro could keep quiet.

You quickly adjusted yourself, doing your best to look casual as you opened the door. The RA, a stern-looking figure with a perpetual fake customer service smile, squinted suspiciously.

"Everything okay in here?"

“Hey, girl. Hey.” Real smooth. You put on your best innocent smile, "Yeah, just studying and things of that nature."

She raised an eyebrow, glancing around the room. Her eyebrows lift in appreciation as she hears the music. "Ooh, I love this song. But, don’t keep the music up too loud it’s late."

You nodded, "Of course."

She squinted, looking at the closet. Panic bubbled up inside you as she took a step closer, and you desperately tried to divert her attention.

"So, how's your night going, girlll? Any exciting plans?" you asked, hoping to steer the conversation away from the closet.

She tilted her head, seemingly amused, "Just making my rounds, you know. Checking up on everyone. I caught some people trying to sneak people in past visitation hours so I had to do a sweep of the floor."

Your neck began to get hot as you played along. “Oh wow, who would do something like that.”

You tried to divert her attention, but she wasn't easily swayed. With a raised eyebrow, she approached the closet, and your heart raced. As she opened the door, you closed your eyes, readying yourself for an explanation.

To your surprise, she closed the door without a word, patting you on the shoulder and bidding you goodnight. Bewilderment washed over you as you rushed over into the closet, only to find it empty. You furrowed your brow in confusion, searching around.

“You need help finding something, ma’am.”

You turned to him, a mix of relief and confusion on your face. "How did you...?"

He winked, his voice barely above a whisper, "I can turn invisible, remember?"

You chuckled softly, rolling your eyes. "You're something else, Alejandro."

He laughed, "Well, we didn't get caught, did we? Now, I can think of something else we can be doing..."

You giggled but waved to him, "Uh Uh, none of that. These walls are super thin."

He pouted, "You're no fun."

You shot him a playful glare, "Says the guy who tried to hide behind the door."

He chuckled, "Fair point. But you have to admit, I added a bit of excitement to your study night."

You playfully rolled your eyes, "Yeah, yeah, Mr. Telephone Man. Let's just hope we don't get another surprise visit."

You spent the rest of the night watching movies, eating snacks, having fun, and cozying up next to someone you knew would always worry about you when you needed him to.

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httpsdana · 10 months

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Alejandro Balde 130 🙏🙏 he’s so underrated

Clingy~Alejandro Balde

*GIF isn't mine. credits to the owner*

Another Ale request cause why not 😙

you can request from my prompt list

this is my master list

players/drivers I write for

130-"Are you planned to stay glued to my side the whole day?"

y/n's job at the club of Barcelona was pretty simple but tiring at the same time. She was Xavi's assist. Always following him around in the training sessions and in the locker rooms and around the stadium

But the best thing she loves about her job was the fact that she met Alejandro through it. They had a few disagreements when they first met, but after they hit it off, they realized that they felt attracted to each other. Soon enough they started dated, of course without Xavi knowing. Pedri, Gavi, Ansu and Ferran were a few of the only people that knew about them.

They didn't mind Xavi knowing, but they didn't want him to scold them about how unprofessional what they did was.

The season was coming to an end as the team has a few more games only.

y/n was gathering some papers from her desk, taking them to Xavi so he can sign them, when Ale appeared through the door.

"holaaa mi amorr" he sang, his hands behind his back as he slowly walked into the room. He stood behind her, while she still didn't look at him focusing on the papers in her hands, he put his arms around her waist, placing his face in the crook of her neck, with small kisses ob her neck

y/n gently pushed him away when she finished organizing the papers for Xavi. Alejandro whined, when she didn't spare him a single glance

"Ale I have to give those to Xavi to sign, then I'm supposed to be planning the next team meeting. and aren't you supposed to be in training?" she started walking, knowing he's gonna follow her either way

"well coach gave us a 15 minutes break so I thought I'd come and see you, but clearly the feeling isn't mutual" he said in an annoyed voice, while y/n chuckled

"I told you we're not supposed to see each other a lot. The staff won't hesitate to tell Xavi if they sensed something between us" she was speed walking now, afraid she won't find Xavi

" who cares? Its not like he cares if we're dating" he said, making y/n stop dead in her tracks

"I care Alejandro. I live from the money I make from this job, so please stop with the reckless behavior or else I might get fired" she started walking again, Alejandro still walking behind her too

"you know I wouldn't let that happen" he said, waving at the people who greeted him while passing by

"yes I know but you also can't do anything about it if it happened" she waved at Xavi to get his attention as he appeared in her sight

She ran to him with the papers in her hands, Alejandro too running behind her

"you've got to sign those, and then read this at home and give us your opinion. its about everything related to the new and future signings" she said

Xavi signed the papers quickly before he noticed Alejandro behind y/n

"the 15 minutes are over. Go back to the feild Balde" he said, nodding his head towards the team

"um actually I'm feeling a bit nauseous and I was wondering if I could leave early today?" he asked, making y/n look at him suspiciously as he was doing just fine a few minutes ago

"yeah yeah whatever. get a good sleep and take a visit to the doctor. we're winning the league tomorrow" Xavi said before walking away

y/n looked at Ale with an annoyed look, while he gave her a cheeky grin. She started walking back to her office and Ale was trailing behind her like a puppy

"Are you planned to stay glued to my side the whole day?" she asked as she noticed his presence behind her

They entered the room, y/n sitting down on the small couch she had while Alejandro locked the door

"yeah. I missed you all day and all you did was ignore me" he pouted, a desperate tone evident in his voice

y/n looked up from her laptop at his pouty face. She closed the laptop and smiled at him, as his face lit up.

She patted her lap, Alejandro lying down and placing his head on her lap, while she ran her fingers through his curls

"I missed you too love. but you know how much my job means to me and how afraid am I to lose it. how about making it up for you by dinner at mine tonight?" she suggested causing Ale to grin widely

"I'd love that thank you honey. now gimme a kiss" he puckered his lips at her. She smiled and leaned down towards him, pecking his lips a few times before settling them on each other for a while

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swayziiwriter · 9 months

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☆ French footballers —

Embrace | Kylian Mbappé

Victory’s symphony | Kylian Mbappé

Pregnancy fluff | Kylian Mbappé

Handprints | Raphaël Varane

Animosity | Kylian Mbappé

Evening jealousy | Kylian Mbappé

Team gala | Jules Koundé

Destruction | Kylian Mbappé

Diamond | Kylian Mbappé

☆ Brazilian footballers —

Needy | Rodrygo Goes

Different | Rodrygo Goes

Gold | Neymar jr

Reward | Vinicius jr

Physical therapy | Neymar jr

Teasing | Vinicius jr

Rainy days | Neymar jr

Date night | Neymar jr

Heat | Richarlison

Ride it | Neymar jr

☆ English footballers —

Yours | Jude Bellingham

Attentive | Marcus Rashford

Vulnerability | Jude Bellingham

Sunrise | Trent Alexander-Arnold

Messy | Mason Mount

Devotion | Jude Bellingham

United | Marcus Rashford

Petty | Jude Bellingham

Nighttime frenzy | Marcus Rashford

Congratulations | Trent Alexander-Arnold

Tension | Jude Bellingham

Curve | Marcus Rashford

Goal scorer | Jude Bellingham

Party monster | Trent Alexander-Arnold

☆ Spanish footballers —

Against me | Pedri González

Talk that talk | Pablo Gavi

Tangled Emotions | Pedri González

Forbidden | Pablo Gavi

Ablaze | Alejandro Balde

Belong to me | Pedri González

Hands to myself | Pablo Gavi

Beachside | Pedri González

Restricted | Pablo Gavi

Pleasure | Pedri González

Apart | Alejandro Balde

Rhythm | Sergio Ramos

Forget | Pablo Gavi

☆ Other footballers —

Persuasive | João Felix

Trench Coat | Erling Haaland

Behind the wheel | Ronald Araújo

Playing with you | João Félix

International | Lionel Messi

Shower | Erling Haaland

Expert | Virgil Van Dijk

#football #football smut #football imagine #masterlist #football fanfic #football masterlist #fluff #soccer #world cup

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