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papercorgiworld · 2 months

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Insecurities and second chances

Mattheo Riddle Fluff

Your brother gets in trouble with Mattheo and you go talk to Mattheo, but things only get more complicated. Thank Salazar for second chances and cute dates.

Warning: Mattheo says a denigrating, suggestive thing, but only once and that’s it

Today’s little cameo is Ella. She’s your friend and Theodore’s girlfriend.

Ella, I hope I did you justice. Again thanks for sending in.

A/N: not really happy about the title, so please ignore it. I’m worried it’s not that good, but I wrote it so I might as well post it. Now enjoy some fluff. Happy readings!

“You did what?” You raise your voice, but immediately lower it when you catch people staring. You grab your brother’s arm and guide him to a quiet corner.

“Hexed his shoelaces.” He whispers and your eyes widen. “You are the one that made Mattheo freaking Riddle trip over his own feet and fall face down to the floor?” Your brother nods with amusement and pride, but it quickly falters. “Yes and I’m pretty sure he knows it’s me.” Your heart starts racing. Your brother was a first class idiot, but you really didn’t want him in trouble with Mattheo. “Please tell me you’re joking?” He shakes his head, but realizes how worried you are and tries to keep you from stressing out. “Look I’ll just avoid him for a while and he’ll forget about it.” You think over his plan, if you could even call it that, and let your eyes wonder. It’s then that you see Mattheo approach. “Hurry, this way.” You whisper urgently and push your brother out of Mattheo’s sight.

You watch your brother quickly make his way down the stairs and you sigh, relieved that you had a little more time to think of a better plan. When you turn around you catch Mattheo staring at you near the door of your potions class. Gods, I’m done for it. He knows it was my idiot of a brother. However, Mattheo quickly looks away and enters the classroom with his friends. You frown, but do the same and take your seat next to your friend.

Ella looks up at you and immediately you spot a joyful glint in her brown eyes. “Merlin, you missed the funniest thing-” You could already guess what she was talking about. “My brother hexed Riddle’s shoelaces and made him trip.” A very amused laugh leaves her lips as she nods. “Hilarious.” She sings and you roll your eyes, but her joy is infectious and you can’t help but smile a little. You were so happy she didn’t change when she started dating the notorious Theodore Nott. At first you were worried that she might turn into a mean girl, but no. After four months she was still your Ella ad since Slughorn hadn’t arrived yet you lean closer to your friend. “My brother is in so much trouble.” She nods with wide eyes, her non-verbal way of telling you he was in a lot of trouble. You bite your lip and scoot a little closer to the brunette. “Can’t you, like, ask Mattheo to be chill about it. You’re Theo’s girl, Mattheo will listen, right?” You question hopefully, but the doubt in your voice is obvious.

Ella smiles. “No, he won’t, but-” She goes silent for a moment and scans the room, obviously checking what her boyfriend is up to, before continuing. “Look, apparently Riddle has a thing for you. So, maybe if you ask, you know, he’ll be nice.” Your mouth drops at your friend's words. “Riddle? That can’t be.” Your whisper comes out harsher than intended and you feel a blush creep up. Ella raises her eyebrows. When you hear Slughorn enter you look up and can’t help but search for Mattheo. You bite your lip and in that exact moment he looks over at you and gives you one of his rare smiles, making your eyes fall to your book in an attempt to hide your flusteredness.

***

Ella had convinced you to join her and Theo at the astronomy tower for a little drink and smoke. You were reluctant, but also seriously worried for your brother. So you decided to tag along and maybe try and catch Mattheo in a good mood.

You can’t help but get nervous as you follow Ella up the stairs of the astronomy tower. Mattheo… a thing… for me? When you reach the top Enzo is the first to greet you. He hands you a drink and you take a sip as you watch Theodore wrap his arms around your friend. In only a few months they had become Hogwarts’ power couple. Part of you wished to have something similar, be safe in someone’s arms like she was. You quickly realize that he’s not gonna let her go any time soon, so you might as well get comfortable talking with the other slytherins.

As soon as your glass is half Enzo fills it again and you give him a playful glare. “You should watch out, he’ll get you drunk in no time.” Mattheo chuckles, appearing next to you. You’re surprised by how relaxed and casual he is. Enzo raises his hands in defence. “Hey, I’m just making sure everyone’s hydrated.” With that he fills Blaise’s glass without him even noticing. You laugh at Lorenzo and turn to Mattheo. ‘I’ll definitely watch my glass, I don’t need a hangover when my day starts with Ancient Runes.” A sweet smile tugs on Mattheo’s lips making you instantly feel drawn to him. “There’s a reason I regularly skip morning classes. I definitely spend to much time here, but the view is worth it.” He points and for the first time that night you take the time to enjoy the view. You walk over to the railing and Mattheo follows you. You were having a lovely evening, finally getting to know Mattheo by talking about the silliest stuff, but things quickly changed when you got to discussing today’s events.

“That little moron is your brother?” That’s why she’s interested in me and laughing at my jokes. What was I thinking, that she would really care about me? You're startled by the coldness in his voice, but nod anyway. “He’s an idiot sometimes, he really doesn’t want any trouble. It’s just a prank.” You notice his jaw clench and you avert your eyes. “So that’s why you’re here? To apologize, because the coward doesn’t dare to show his face.” Now it’s your turn to startle him with coldness as your eyes dart at him with a stern glint in them. “I thought we could come to some kind of agreement, so-” Mattheo shakes his head and snorts, his tongue twisting in his mouth. “So you being all nice and interested was just because you’re worried for your brother.” You want to protest, but he won’t let you as his eyes turn unreadable and wander around, avoiding yours at all cost. “Well, I’m sure we can arrange something, (y/n)… how about you on your knees in my room?” Now that his eyes are finally back on you, you search for that softness again, but it’s nowhere to be found. Your heart breaks at how Mattheo’s soft eyes have turned dark and twisted in just a matter of moments. There’s no reasoning with him. Your hand hits his cheek and both you and Mattheo are surprised by your action. His face is still turned away from you as his hand reaches for his painful face. Out of the corner of his eyes he sees you leave with teary eyes.

”What the hell, Riddle!” You hear Ella scream at Mattheo as she follows you. Theodore watches Ella leave with puppy eyes, before turning his very unamused gaze towards Mattheo. But also Enzo, Blaise and Draco stare at Mattheo with eyes that ask: How did you manage to screw this up?

“What! She was just pretending to be interested.” Mattheo yells at his friends. Draco just stares at his drink like he’s never seen a liquid before, really not wanting to get involved. “She was just worried for her brother, who-” Enzo interrupts Mattheo with a rare stern voice. “Yeah, maybe she came here for a reason, but maybe just maybe if you weren’t such an insecure asshole she would’ve stayed for you.” Blaise and Draco are quick on their feet and keep a furious Mattheo away from a slightly drunk Enzo. Theodore just rolls his eyes, feeling like he’s the only adult.

***

”Ella, Ella!” Mattheo came running up to her, slightly out of breath. She rolls her eyes and turns on her heels. “Look. You’re Theo’s girl, so we’re kinda friends? So I was wondering if you could put in a good word for me with (y/n). Ask her to meet me later.” Ella raises her eyebrows and snorts, before her sarcastic slytherin side kicks in. “I’m sure we can arrange something, Mattheo… how about you on your knees in my room. Or what was it exactly you said to her last night?” Ella’s voice is snarky and filled with contempt for Mattheo. A little defeated, Mattheo’s eyes fall to the floor. “I know I was in the wrong yesterday. I just need another chance.”

“Another chance?” You huff and pick up your books, as Ella frowns. “I know.” You both continue walking to your next class. “But the thing is, Theo was this stupid when we started dating.” You stop abruptly making Ella stumble into you. “Started dating? Okay, but Riddle and I are never dating.” You snapped and she couldn’t help but smirk. “Exactly what I said before Theo and I started d-“ You narrow your eyes and she shuts up, but only for a moment. “Theo and I ship you two.” You roll your eyes.

***

Mattheo stares at the sky waiting for you near the Hogwarts north exit. He hated it, but Enzo was right. He got insecure and overreacted. He had his looks, but aside from that he felt like he had nothing to offer you. Why would you be interested in someone like him? Especially after reacting as nasty as he had, he felt like he had no right to be talking to you. Nevertheless a part of him hoped you would show up. He sighs and drops his head as he leans against a wall. When he hears footsteps closing in he looks up to see your anxious figure approaching. She must feel so shit after what I said.

“You wanted to talk.” You say calmly and he looks at you with that soft look he first had at the astronomy tower. He immediately pushes himself off against the wall closing the space between you. “I want to take you out to this small trinket shop just outside of Hogsmeade.” When you don’t immediately react he gets a little nervous and tries to convince you. “They have all kinds of weird stuff, but also cool notebooks, pillows, mugs and sometimes curious second hand books.” You chew your lip, actually liking the idea, but not really sure what to think about Mattheo after last night. “And if I say no, you’ll beat up my brother, or what?” It was a genuine question, but your words sound harsher than intended. With panic in his eyes he takes a step closer. “No, no. I’ll leave him alone no matter what you say. Maybe I’ll hex his shoelaces, but that’s just justice.” He sighs before continuing with a gentle and sincere voice. “I won’t punch him, I promise. I’m not gonna force you into going out with me, I respect you.” Your eyes lock with his when you hear those last words. You huff. Really didn’t sound like it last night. He knows exactly what you’re thinking and looks away from you embarrassed and angry with himself at how he had acted. He wants to explain himself, but opening up just wasn’t easy. “I really enjoyed talking to you yesterday. I didn’t pretend or suck up to get my brother out of trouble. I genuinely thought you were funny when I laughed and when I asked more about those comics you read I did so because I love how geeky you get talking about it.”

He didn’t think it was possible, but he felt himself fall even more for the girl in front of him. “I couldn’t wrap my head around you-you liking- I mean I couldn’t believe you liked talking to me, so…” There’s a silence as you watch him struggle and search for words. Part of him just wants to walk away, but he sighs, gathering his courage. “I rather ruin my own happiness than actually be happy and lose it. I loved talking to you and I freaked. I’m… sorry.” He looks down, avoiding all eye contact, but you know his words were true. You grab his hand and squeeze it. “No need to apologize. We all freak out sometimes. And I would love to go with you, but we’ll have to walk because I didn’t bring my broom.” You say and point to his broom leaning against the wall. Mattheo stares at you for a few seconds and it’s your smile that reminded him that he needed to say something. “You could also hold on really tight.” He winks, regaining his confidence after you had reassured him.

You press your head against his back and wrap your arms a little tighter around him as Mattheo takes off in the direction of Hogsmeade. You can feel his heart race and close your eyes, feeling butterflies.

***

“Definitely a weird store.” you whisper, making Mattheo chuckle as he shows you around the bizarre but cute trinket shop, pointing at the most peculiar things. You end up spending a ridiculous amount of time deciding which notebooks, plural, you’ll buy. When Mattheo joins you holding a few rare second hand books, you sigh. “I can’t decide. I want them all.” He leans closer to you, making you blush a little. “I’ll buy them all for you.” You give him a sweet smile, before protesting. “You won’t be buying me anything, I have my own money.” He nods with eyes that mock you, quickly grabbing the three notebooks you were already holding. “Sure, little miss independent, but I still want to buy you something as an apology for my behavior.” You open your mouth to say something, but he won’t let you. “I’m all about feminism, love, but please allow me to make up for yesterday.” You huff and follow him to the cashier. “You think you can buy your way out of trouble?” You ask with a playful glint in your eyes. He offers you a sweet smirky smile as he pays. “Yeah, that’s what fines are for. I commit a crime, pay up and we’re all good.” You laugh, leaving the store. “You’ve got the justice system all figured out, Riddle.” He nods, pleased he can make you laugh so easily.

He hands you the notebooks. “Please, I prefer Mattheo.” You get flustered as his gentle smile enchants you. Gods, I’m falling for him. It’s then that you hear Ella and Theo call. “What a coincidence.” Mattheo groans when he spots them grinning in your direction. You step closer facing away from your friends for a moment. “Apparently, they ship up.” You whisper with a happy smile on your face and amused wiggling eyebrows. Mattheo feels his heart squeeze at your beautiful smile. You both walk towards Theo and Ella. “We’re on our way to the Three Broomsticks, you guys wanna join?” Mattheo feels himself heat up at the idea of getting to spend even more time with you, but just as that joy spreads a part of him tells him that you probably don’t want to. With hesitation in his eyes he looks at you, waiting for you to speak up. “If you don’t mind…” Your eyes lock with his. “I would love a drink and a bite.” He’s overjoyed by your answer, but tries to be casual about it. With gleeful eyes he slings his arm around you pulling you closer and placing a soft kiss just above your temple. While walking Mattheo’s arm stays around you, keeping you close and making you blush. Gods, I’m way past falling in love with, I want to marry him, right now!

Word count: 2635

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rintosei · 1 year

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SAY IT BACK!

CHARACTERS: bachira meguru, chigiri hyoma, michael kaiser, and itoshi sae

warnings: fluff, kaiser being an annoying shit

author's note: i've seen some people write a fic about when their s/o doesn't say ily back so here i am writing one for these four 🫶🏻

BACHIRA MEGURU:

bachira would be so confused about why you didn't say an "i love you" back to him.

i mean, why wouldn't he? you're the one who always used to say it to him, but now that he says it first, you don't respond back? :<

he would get all pouty, stopping you from doing whatever task you are currently doing.

"are you mad at me?" he asks, and you looked at him weirdly.

"no, why would i be? you didn't do anything wrong, right?" you respond, stifling a laugh at seeing bachira's sad face.

"i said 'i love you'. did you hear?"

"yeah, i did. what's wrong with that?" you asked innocently, and bachira pouts even more.

he doesn't say anything else after that, and instead lets go of your arm and just doesn't talk to you (for two minutes because he can't handle not talking to you for more than that).

seeing how sad he looks, you immediately stopped your prank, hugging him tightly. "aw, bachi, don't be sad! i was just pranking you."

instead of being happy, he became even more sad. "that was so mean, you know that right?!" he squishes your face as a form of punishment. "you better say an 'i love you' to me right now or else i won't ever forgive you."

you giggle. "okay, okay! i love you, bachi! so much!" he kisses you softly on the lips, making you smile brightly at him.

CHIGIRI HYOMA:

chigiri would get so annoyed.

you were currently about to go out to hangout with your friends, and of course chigiri would say "have fun, bub. i love you."

you only replied with a "thanks, chigiri." as you tied your shoelaces.

he gives you a glare, frowning. "i love you."

"mhm, i know!" you smiled at him innocently, which only makes him more annoyed.

"are you angry at me?" chigiri asks with a frown on his face.

"no?" you replied. "i have no reasons to be mad at you, no?"

"then why aren't you saying 'i love you' back to me?" he asks, crossing his arms together.

you suddenly burst out laughing. chigiri's face made you break your character. seeing him look so annoyed for the first time was a funny thing to you, and chigiri could only give you a confused look.

"why're you laughing?" he asks with a huff.

"i'm sorry!" you say in between laughs. "i was just pranking you- pft!" you squat down, covering your face with your hands while you're still laughing.

"huh?"

"i was just pranking you, chigiri! i saw this prank on tiktok once and i wanted to try it on you," you said, breathless from all the laughing. "i didn't expect you to get so annoyed!"

chigiri frowns. "i can't believe you would do that..."

you walked up to him, kissing him on the cheek. "sorry, chigiri. i love you, mkay? i'll get going now."

chigiri nods, giving you his sweet smile. "mhm. have fun, love."

MICHAEL KAISER:

bro would be such a menace when you don't say it back. he would get all pouty and sad even if it was just a joke.

"heyy, why aren't you saying it back?" kaiser says with a pout on his face, pressing his body closer to you. "baby :("

"what?" you asked. "saying what back?"

"i said 'i love you'. did you not hear me say it?" he asks.

"no, i heard you, i said thank you." you replied, giving him the sweetest smile you could muster, despite you being a bit annoyed at how close he is with you. you could barely move with his body pressing close to you.

kaiser grabs your face (gently of course), and forces you to look at him. "say it back, love."

"mm, why?" you teased, barely caring about the prank anymore. you just want to tease kaiser at this point. "i say it to you everyday, don't i? can i not say it back to you just this once?"

kaiser frantically shakes his head. "you have to say it to me at least once every day!"

you quickly break your facade, making it your turn to pout. "i hate you, kaiser," his eyes widened. "this was originally a prank, but you decided to be annoying!"

kaiser laughs. "well, at least i get to hear an 'i love you' from you now, right?"

"no."

"huh?! y/n, baby :("

ITOSHI SAE:

surprisingly, i think sae would be really hurt about it. despite his tough exterior, i find him someone who needs to be reassured every once in a while.

so when you don't say 'i love you' back. he would be really hurt, and would give you the silent treatment.

he does ask you beforehand though. "are you mad at me? did i do something wrong?"

"hm? no. why would i be mad at you?" you asked him, not realizing that sae was hurt by your prank.

"oh." that was all he said and then stayed silent after that.

you got concerned, dropping your prank (which only went on for five minutes). "you okay, sae? you seem down."

"nothing." sae mumbles, but you knew him better than anyone else.

"this can't be just nothing," you said. "tell me."

"it's just," sae starts, refusing to meet your eyes because he feels like it's pathetic of him to ask this question. "you still love me, right?"

"what? of course i do! what made you think i didn't-?" you suddenly stopped, remembering your prank. "oh, sae. that was just a prank! i'm sorry it made you feel this way."

sae frowns. "it was a prank? why would you do that?"

"eh? um, i saw it on tiktok once," you sheepishly answered. "i just wanted to try and do it to you."

sae's frown deepens, and you sighed. "i'm sorry, sae. i love you, mkay? so much."

you kiss him on the lips and he gives you a small smile in return, pulling you closer to him so you guys can cuddle.

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sweetyluvs · 10 months

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⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧ young & dumb

Gwen Stacy x fem! reader

You’ve never truly talked to Gwen Stacy.

You both have four classes together, which is quite a bit, but you didn’t truly ever speak with her. You knew her name, what she looked like, who her best friend was— but it was difficult to not know that.

To you, she was a flustered, shy, word-sputtering, red faced mess. a socially awkward teen, which is universally known to be extraordinarily common. It was only when you thought your perception of her was wrong when you saw her conversing smoothly with a group of people.

the smile on her lips took over her whole face, the gap between her teeth visible, eyes gleaming with amusement during the time she cracked jokes. She was completely different around other people than she was with you. She didn’t profusely sweat, turn red, her tongue didn’t tie and she surely doesn’t trip on her untied shoelace’s. You wondered if she didn’t like you, maybe she didn’t want to spend a second near you— but that thought drowns down when you recall the many, many moments you’ve caught her blue eyes on you.

Staring so intensely you had felt as though she was studying you. your every feature, your movements.. it was strange, and it made you uncomfortable. you would lock eyes with her for two seconds before her face would light aflame and she would whip her head away— trying to not look back in order to avoid your eyes.

You’ve only had four “conversations” with Gwen— two of them being you asking if she’s okay after she brutally fell face smack to the floor.. it was interesting.

yet, it was the way her hues bore into you that left a strange knot the the very pit of your stomach. a strange flush of confidence— even if Gwen did not enjoy your company, it was interesting knowing she looks at you, at the very least, thirty times a day.

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the pace of the moving hallway was leisurely.

a sluggish atmosphere covered everyone, as it was Friday, the day just before a three day weekend and no one was interested in anything other than going home.

You, on the other hand, wished you had the blessing of parting from your school when the bell rang at 3:40, but you do not.

After school activities are unworth your time, and you wished you would have never agreed to participate.

A sigh escaped your mouth upon arrival of your second to last class; aka, everyone else’s last class.

Algebra.

your nemesis— a nightmare in disguise, the devil in a shape. Your hatred for Algebra outweighed any other type of emotion you have. Walking out of the classroom as the bell rings and going home is a fantasy, a petty dream.

a grumble left you after you swallowed harshly, shoving the stuck ball of nervous saliva in your mouth down your throat.

Your hand met the door handle, and you pushed it open. You knew the new seating arrangements were designated for today, so it was no surprise to see everyone in an unusual place.

the tired hues in your eyes snapped to the bored, looking over the shitty drawn classroom and the names placed next to each other.

You caught your name, and your eyes traveled to the name beside you; Gwen Stacy.

You had no quarrel with her, you had no reason to. You only hoped she didn’t laugh at your mathematical failures.

As you approached, you pursued your lips upon seeing her fiddling nervously with anything possible, trying to occupy her unoccupied hands.

You sat beside her, the chair creaking from its old age. the sound of the zipper on your backpack was drown out by the chattering of other students, you pulled out your book and placed it on the table, trying to ignore the obvious glances from the girl beside you.

The both of you sat in silence for a while, due to the math teacher always being late. The students in his class had no proof— but they swear he’s on some kind of substance due to his lack of ability to thoroughly teach his students— including yourself. You blamed him for your horrid mathematical situation, but then again, you could just be bad at it, because other students have A’s.

You saw Gwen pick at her nails, her knee bouncing up and down anxiously. You wanted to begin a possible conversation with her, but you had no clue what i would be about. Math? you wouldn’t know what you’d be speaking of.

your eyes flickered down to her notebook, it was littered with small stickers of all kinds— some of them surrounding the subject of biological science (if you’d guess). Animals, cells, Anatomy..

“is biological science something you enjoy?” before you knew it you had asked a question, tearing the awkward silence and thick air down the middle.

She froze, sweat dripping down her forehead profusely as she began sputtering her words.

“uh— yes— i mean, i guess.. it’s alright— well, yes— it is..” Her voice cracked and broke, it made you hurt for her internally.

“That’s nice. do you volunteer?” you questioned on, truly trying to dissipate the uncomfortable atmosphere.

“yes..”

“that’s really cool. biological science is difficult, you must be extremely smart.” you complimented, smiling at her although she was hiding her face with her blonde hair. She was undeniably beautiful, her eyes were bright and you liked the gap between her two front teeth, it was cute.

you eventually learned she didn’t take compliments well due to her silence.

“um.. do you have any other interests? like out of school?”

“I.. guess..”

The conversation, if it had the privilege to be called that, between you both ended when the teacher walked in, laughing boisterously, erasing what was on the board and writing an equation.

he began to explain it inefficiently, you squinted in confusion.

“and so, X equals A because C is not available as an answer.”

at this point, your eyes began fluttering shut upon the boredom of the class.

before you knew it, you were out cold.

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a repetitive tapping on your shoulder woke you up. Eyes shooting open.

“um.. you fell asleep, and class just finished.” gwen informed, a sweat drop falling down her forehead.

“oh, thank you for waking me up.” You acknowledged, yawning as you cracked your back.

“uh-um, no problem— no problem..” you caught her eyes flickering to you and away multiple times, making a strange smile fall on your lips.

Gwen was sweet, smart and cute. You think highly of her, and perhaps you should try and speak up on that.

“are you doing anything after school?” you inquire, watching her while she froze. You instantly regretted asking the questions the moment she began to stutter.

“um— no- yes, well, only for a while— not really— but.. no— I..”

She tumbled over every syllable.

“so.. no?”

“yes.”

“would you like to get a coffee downtown at the new place?” you question, tracing her side profile with your eyes.

“um.. sure..”

“wonderful! what about 4:50?”

“okay..”

You were about to say something before your name was called by a friend, catching your attention. You told them to wait a moment, turning back to Gwen.

“I’ll see you there, Gwen!” you smiled, quickly standing. Grabbing your bag you walk out the doors, sending the blonde a final look before making your way to your after school class.

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mapileonxputellas · 1 year

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Jealousy (Alexia Putellas x Reader)

I think this might have been my favourite one so far! I hope the ending was suitable, I hate writing things in the future, I just feel like I'm pre-empting things so I couldn't include the final. Request can be found here. 4.7k words. Quite a long one!

Leaving Lyon was a tough decision to make. You were captain there for just over three years and more importantly they were your family. But you’d won all there was to win at the club and when Barcelona came with an offer it felt like fate was calling you.

You were billed as the star signing, the one who could fill the void by their own captain’s absence. You never wanted to be labelled as this replacement for Alexia, though you both played in the same position you were very different players. When news of her injury reached you during the Euro’s you couldn’t help but feel gutted you wouldn’t get to play alongside her.

The previous season has been kind to you, finishing the club season with a Champions League medal and going on to win the Euro’s, but as soon as you stepped foot into the Barcelona training centre you couldn’t help but feel different, in some ways complete. Thankfully the players were all very professional and only a few joking comments were made about your goal against Barcelona in the Champions League final.

You weren’t expecting to get the captain’s armband but Alexia’s absence as well as a few niggling injuries left you with the armband and your leadership was undeniable by the coaching staff.

Alexia herself had been a mystery to you, you’d seen her around the facility and at a few games but you never had the chance to speak to her.

But today that would change as today you were informed would be her first day back in group training, she had a long way to go to be back playing but you knew how big a step this was. Just over four years ago you had been subject to those three little letters, three letters which changed your life. You were excited for Alexia, the recovery process was so long and you were determined to make her first session back a good one.

You arrived at the training ground hours before anyone else was meant to be there to add some little changes. You bought a little welcome back sign to hang on her locker, sourced her favourite wine and chocolates for her to take home after and got all the girls to sign a card on their way in.

You watched on as she came in to get changed before training, letting all her friends shower her with congratulations as you got changed with Claudia one side of you and Patri the other.

“Have you met Alexia yet?” Claudia asked as you tied your shoelaces.

“No, well not properly. I don’t think being opposing captains counts.”

“She’s lovely, you’ll both get along.” Patri reassured you. “You’re both very similar.”

“I hope so.”

There was never a better time than the present and you waited back at the end as people flooded out to get the chance to speak to her alone and introduce yourself. Only when you locked eyes on her, instead of waiting for you to finish she made her way out of the dressing room.

You always gave people the benefit of the doubt and presumed maybe she thought you weren’t heading out, instead leaving you running after her. “Hey.” You started once you were level with the Spaniard, a single glance sent your way before she carried on walking. “I don’t think we’ve met before, well properly. I’m Y/N.”

“I know.” Ok you weren’t exactly expecting that, her lack of words was cold but her the tone made it all the colder. But sometimes to your downfall you were a painful optimist and maybe she was just having a bad day.

“Erm, how are you feeling? The team really misses you out there, everyone always talks about you and-“

“Listen OK?” She whisper aggressively, her fingers reaching out to grip your wrist. “I don’t need you to give me a debrief about my own team. I know them more than you ever will and things will change now.”

“Alexia I-“

“Stay out of my way and I’ll stay out of yours.”

It shocked you how much her words hurt. You dealt with anger all the time on the pitch, getting equally angry when defending your team but this felt different. This felt like a personal attack.

You tried to hide the hurt in your face as you reached the rest of the group in the gym, all stood in a circle waiting for their captain.

“I want to say a few words.” Jona said as you stood between Alexia and Ana. “Ale we can’t wait to have you back in the team. You’ve worked so hard up until now, one final push and you’ll be back out there in no time. Let’s finish this season strongly, I want a medal around all our necks at the end of the season.”

“We’ve captured the enemy now, of course we will.” Ana teased wrapping her arm around your shoulder. “The final piece of the puzzle.”

You stole a glance at the woman beside you and almost cowered back at cold eyes watching you and Ana. You tried to give her a reassuring smile as the rest of the group started chanting her name but that didn’t stop the frown on her face. When Jona brought out the presents you had bought on behalf of the group with the signed card you couldn’t help but notice you was the only one she didn’t thank, the only one who didn’t receive a hug. Not even a glance when you heard her asking Sandra about it.

“Oh Y/N sorted it out, she likes organising things like that.” Sandra commented not noticing the anger growing on Alexia’ face.

“Oh really.”

“Yeah that’s why she’s a leader.” The look that comment made could have turned you into stone.

One thing was for sure, this was definitely the biggest hurdle you’d encountered in Barcelona.

…..

The following day was the first time you got to witness the full La Reina effect on the pitch. But from minute one it felt like she was going out of her way to make your day horrible.

When you walked into the canteen that morning and lined up alongside her you hoped maybe yesterday had just been a bad day for her however as you found the frown on her face you knew that was not the case.

But whatever was going on you weren’t going to rise to her level and gave her the smile people often described as charming. “Alexia how are you this morning?”

“Fine.”

Wow the chat was scintillating. “I’m glad there’s one apple left I can’t start my day without one.” You said noticing the one apple left as you firstly got your scrambled eggs on toast. “What about you? Any traditions?”

“No.”

It shouldn’t have really been a surprise to you when you got to the end of the breakfast bar and found the fruit bowl lacking any apples and it really shouldn’t have surprised you when you turned around and found one sat on the tray in front of Alexia, a smirk on her face as she sat down.

“Ale I thought you never had an apple in the morning?” Jana questioned. “You never start the day without an orange.”

“It’s always worth a change.” Of course it was, not at all because of the comment you’d made.

“No apple this morning?” Claudia questioned when you sat down, the smirk only growing on Alexia’s face as she looked up at you.

“No there were none left.”

“Here have mine.” Frido pushed hers down the table, being received with a thankful smile from you. “Can’t have our little superstar without her favourite breakfast.” If looks could kill…..

It didn’t stop there.

During just the warm-up of the training session it felt like she was everywhere. The occasional shoulder barge into your side during the drills, the little nicks under your feet during the rondos, you were half surprised she hadn’t two footed you during the five-a-side match.

“Do you think it will be weird playing against Vicky?” Bruna asked Alexia during the water break referencing the former Barcelona captain now playing for Roma who you’d just been drawn against for the Champions League.

“It will be weird but you should all be confident. There’s no-one left who we shouldn’t believe we can beat. We were unfairly beat in that final but this year is different, none of those players would get anywhere near us when we’re at our best.”

Usually you would assume a comment like that would be made forgetting your link to that team but you knew Alexia’s game and you knew she made that comment directed at you.

“And now with Salma, Lucy, Geyse, Nuria we’re a better team.”

She was being horrible, malicious and it was all directed at you but you had no reason why. You’d been wracking your brains all night trying to find some kind of reasoning for her seemingly hating you. The two of you had never had a run in before, well at least that was memorable enough to have some kind of grudge. The two of you had been up for awards together but she’d always won, including this year’s Ballon d’or but even then on the flight there she must have already had some ill feelings towards you.

“Come on captain.” Vicky came up beside you tugging your arm. “Let’s win this match.”

Football has and probably always will be the out you have for your emotions. Feeling happy: go and pick up a ball. Feeling sad: go and pick up a ball. Right now with the mixture of sadness and anger running through your veins you picked up that ball and gave the small, sided game your all.

You weren’t a malicious player but you got stuck into every tackling, winning most and always being clean and fair.

Maybe that meant it was fair game in her eyes, fair game to give it her all as well. Make sure she left a mark on you, never going so far as to injure you but you knew tomorrow morning you would be covered in bruises from her tight marking on you.

“That was some battle.” Jona wrapped his arms around the pair of you as you walked off the pitch. “I don’t think we can play the both of you at the same time, it just wouldn’t be fair on the opposition.”

“Yeah.” You feigned an agreement knowing how much you wanted to play with Alexia before this all happened, now you weren’t so sure.

“Go and practice your free-kicks.”

The two of you joined Mapi at the far goal posts, Caro and Salma also staying back as the others did some rondos.

It was stupid you’d played in front of millions before, you’d lifted the biggest trophy in club football and yet you’d never felt nerves like practicing free kicks in front of the Queen herself. Thankfully you thrived under pressure and all three balls found their way to the back of the net.

“Way to go princesa.” Mapi found her nickname for you soon after you’d arrived thanks to your healthy addiction to a good beauty treatment. When you weren’t playing football on a Sunday you would more than likely be found in the local spa facilities.

Mapi and Caro made their way over to the corner flag to practice corner kicks leaving the two of you watching Salma line the ball up. “Maybe if you didn’t spend so much time getting ready you could spend some time on your shooting. Any good goalkeeper would have saved all three of them.” Alexia whispered in your ear.

“They were top bins Alexia.”

“Keep telling yourself that. We don’t settle for mediocracy here, remember that.”

“It’s a good thing the manager doesn’t think that. There’s a reason I’ve been sharing the duties with Mapi.”

“You two good?” Salma asked raising her eyebrows at our hushed voices.

“We’re fine thanks.” You assured the young girl. “I was just asking about the plans for travelling tomorrow.”

“Good.”

If she was going to act like this you could take it, you were big enough to deal with someone not liking you. The problem came with the team dynamics, you weren’t about to let some vendetta affect the rest of the team.

“This won’t work if you can’t even look me in the eye.” You whispered as you made your way inside at the end of training. “Whether you like it or not we’re on the same team, when we’re on the pitch forget about it.”

“Fine.”

“Sure?”

“Yes.”

…..

Things didn’t get better, they just got manageable. You grew to ignore the glares, ignore the little comments made, ignore the fact that every morning just in case there was always an apple on her plate and yet it never got touched.

She kept her promise, no matter what she thought of you off the field, which you still hadn’t worked out, it always stopped the moment you stepped foot on the pitch. That didn’t mean you were best friends on the pitch but you could share a few tactical words and miraculously the two of you worked well together.

Maybe it shouldn’t have been as much of a surprise to you, you had spent a lot of time reading her game both for Lyon to play against her and for Barcelona to play with her. You knew all the moves she made, the way she liked to push forward and when she held back. So you adapted your game to suit that, you knew if Barcelona had to choose they would pick her and you knew you could play alongside her with a few subtle changes rather than just you or her. When she would push on you stayed back, when she moved into one area you placed yourself where you knew she liked to lay the ball back.

Today you would be pushing those limits even further as Alexia prepared to make her return in the league. Alexia had admitted herself that Chelsea in the Champion’s League wasn’t the right time to return in a match with so much at stake but today you had the chance to win the league and by half time you were already 1-0 up, Jana soon making it two in the second half.

Jona gave you the decision of when you felt it was comfortable enough to get Alexia back on the pitch and when you got that two-goal cushion you knew you would be able to control the game from here so you made the signal and waited for them to make the change. At this point you were beginning to tire having played 90 minutes just three days prior and now another 65 minutes.

When the board came up with your number on it as well as the number 11 you made your way over to the touchline, unstrapping the band from around your forearm and held it out so Alexia could put her arm through it. Without looking her in the eye you made a point of strapping it up for her and then brought her in for the usual interchange hug before making your way to the bench.

You took your seat on the edge of the bench next to Mapi, the player handing you a water bottle and allowing you to catch your breath.

“Was she alright?” You questioned knowing Alexia was in your seat only a few moments prior.

“She’s ready, bit nervous but she wants to be there for this moment.”

The final 20 minutes went by very quickly Assisat scoring the final goal to seal the league title win. On the final whistle you all made your way onto the pitch, one of your biggest ‘superstitions’ if you would call it that was to always go around and shake all the opponents’ hands before you celebrated any cup or trophy win and this came into that category. You shook all the hands of the Huelva players and their coaching staff before joining your teammates.

Ana was the first one to spot you and the Swiss giant opened her arms up for you to jump into as she twirled you around in the air. “We did it.” You shouted down her ear as you felt further arms wrap around you.

“You did it.” She put you down on the floor and put her hands on your shoulders to meet your eye. “Take a bit of credit, you’re an incredible player.”

“Thanks Ana.”

So far you were thankful no-one had noticed, or at least commented, on a rift between you and Alexia and you weren’t about to let them see it now. You joined the rest of the girls in the traditional celebration for a player returning by throwing them up in the air for three cheers before you all made your way over to the front for the trophy presentation.

“Alexia if you could follow me.” An official came down to guide Alexia up into the stands for the trophy collection. You could see the glances that came your way but in your mind Alexia was always the captain and she should have this moment so you watched on, a smile etched on your face as you saw the joy in her face at lifting the trophy.

“Y/N come on.” Before you had the chance to protest Marta grabbed your hand leading you to the front of the pack as Alexia came down with the trophy.

“This is for you two, you’re the captains.” You tried to get through to Marta as you knew Alexia wouldn’t like this.

“You’ve led this team for the past eight months. You deserve this moment as much as we do.”

You could see there was no room for manoeuvre in her tone and in her face, simply staying put where you were. When Alexia clocked you standing amongst Marta you could see the distain on her face hidden by one of the fakest smiles you’d seen in a long time. You allowed yourself this moment, tucking into one side of Alexia and wrapping your hand around the metal trophy to lift it together as one.

“You two deserve this.” Marta whispered wrapping you both in a hug and pressing a kiss to both of your foreheads. “This team wouldn’t work without the both of you.”

“I don’t think-“

“It’s true, everyone thinks it. We all love you both.”

“Thank you.”

……

After the league win it was fair to say both you and Alexia were observers of the main celebrations, both of you knowing that the Champions League was the main aim this season. You both drove the standards in training knowing what a stern task Wolfsburg would be. The games leading up to the final all had major rotation so Alexia and yourself were yet to play more than twenty minutes in the dying embers of the game together, the captaincy always with Alexia.

The day before the final it was decided both you and Alexia would be part of the pre-match press conference in Eindhoven taking your placed behind the podium with Jonaton.

Jonaton of course covered all the tactic and personnel questions before you were both in the spotlight.

“Y/N it’s hard to believe this is still your first season in Barcelona. How much would it mean for you to lift that trophy tomorrow?”

“Yeah the time has definitely flown by. I came from a team of winners and I’ve joined a team of winners and we won’t settle for anything less than perfection tomorrow. I want more than anything to feel that joy I felt last year.”

“How would you assess your first year? Did you expect to be as integral to the side as you have been both in playing and in your captaincy?”

“It’s been a bit of a crazy year. I have high standards for myself and I hope both the club and fans can see that. I came here because I believed I could add something to the team and I hope they can see what I bring to the plate. In terms of the captaincy that is simply a role I have been sharing with many members of the team even if I sometimes have the armband. Alexia may not have been on the pitch for a long time this season but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t have the leadership in training and before matches.”

“We’ve yet to see much of you two together on the pitch. Does that excite you?”

“Of course, I’ve watched Alexia for a long time now and I hope we can work together on the pitch soon, will that be tomorrow? I guess only Jona knows that.”

“Alexia how much would it mean to you winning the trophy tomorrow after the year you’ve had?”

“Yes it would be very special. I’ve worked hard behind the scenes but more importantly this team has got us to this point and I hope I can be a part of the final push tomorrow.”

“You’ve probably watched a lot of this team over that past 12 months. How have you improved since last year?”

“That final taught us a lot about ourselves and of course the improvements we have to make both in terms of our play but also our mindset. Of course we improved in personnel, Y/N has been a massive part of that and answering a previous question I can’t wait to play with her.”

Wow, you weren’t quite sure if she was being fully truthful or if this was all a show but it had to be worth something, right?

Unbeknownst to the two of you, the rest of the team were watching the interview in the other room. A light murmur of chatter amongst everyone as they watched the two people they considered their captains complimenting each other.

“Have you ever noticed that weird tension between those two? I’ve never really seen them talk but they just work on the pitch, they’re different when they’re playing together.” Ingrid asked Mapi, the two of them sat on one of the beanbags. “Is it just sexual tension that neither of them will give into?”

“How can you miss it? I’ve tried asking Alexia about it but she just dismisses it. Maybe they’re hiding something, I’ve never even seen them interact more than a glare at each other.”

“Ten euros they’re together by next season.”

“Ten euros they’re together by the world cup.”

…..

Alexia didn’t say a word to you after the conference, the both of you separately making your way up to your rooms. Thankfully the club had given you all single rooms so you didn’t have anyone disturbing you as you tried to work out Alexia. She had been nothing but horrible to you since you first met each other and yet she said all that in the press conference. It just wasn’t adding up.

Your thoughts were interrupted by a quiet knock on your door if you weren’t completely silent you probably wouldn’t have heard it but you did. It was only eight o’clock but you were about to try and get an early night.

Presuming it was one of the younger ones who had forgot something you went to answer the door but instead of seeing Bruna or Jana at the door, your heart started racing when you came face to face with Alexia.

“Hi.” Her whispers were barely audible as your mind spiralled as to what she could be here for. “Can I come in?”

“Of course.” Her voice knocked you out of your daydream as you opened the door wider for Alexia. “Take a seat.”

Alexia sat herself down on the vanity chair as you took a seat on the bed, wondering what was going on with the woman as she started at her hands, picking her fingernails.

“Are you alright?” You questioned breaking the silence.

“I um, I-“ You’d never seen Alexia like this, nervously fumbling over her words and a hesitant look on her face. “I want to apologise before tomorrow.”

You hoped you knew what she was apologising for but you wanted the full clarification. “Apologise about what?”

“When I first found out I’d done my ACL I was worried about how this injury would change me, how I would never be the same after it and how different things would be when I’m gone. When I heard Barcelona were signing you I knew that would jeopardise my place on the squad, I heard everyone talk about what an amazing player you were and of course I knew that myself. Then you got the captaincy armband and it just felt like you were my replacement.”

“Ale-“

“So when I came back I had this almost anger to you that you’d got to be a part of this team, that you’d got to lead them out at Camp Nou and seen those wins. I was jealous, I admit that and I heard someone mention it once that the only way to settle this was for one of us to leave.”

“So you did all this so I would leave?”

“I thought the only way to push you to leave was to be horrible to you. I can’t believe how horrible I was to you when you didn’t deserve any of it. I’m so sorry Y/N, I’ve been waiting for this moment for a few weeks but I can’t go in tomorrow with any tension between us. We’ve got to work together.”

“Thank you, but Ale it was never you or I.” You assured her. “I came on this team to work with you not instead of you. When you came back into training I genuinely just wanted to play with you and then you seemed to be trying to make my life a living hell, it was like you were going out of your way to disrupt my day.”

“I tried to hate you but it’s just impossible, you’ve got this smile that everyone seems to love and you always give everything 100%. Plus the team love you, I’m sick of hearing Jana talk about your dancing or Mapi talking about your tattoos. I want to see that side of you.”

“Hug it out?”

“Come here.” You wrapped your arms around the Spaniard, her own arms coming up around your neck as you settled into the hug.

You could never hate Alexia no matter how much she almost pushed you to it, you could never do it, you knew what injuries could do to people and this was no different. You were sadly just the one who got the rough end of it.

“Do you reckon Jonaton will play us together tomorrow?” You asked separating from the hug, a smile on both of your faces.

“I hope so. I really hope so.”

If it weren’t the night before the final you would have been up till the early hours getting to know Alexia but instead you both went for the early night option, your dedication to the sport the biggest thing you admired about each other.

It wasn’t lost on you the few glances you got the next morning as you both walked into the canteen together laughing and joking about a story Alexia was telling you about Nala. The both of you ignoring them as you sat down, a little comment made about the lack of an apple on Alexia’s plate instead just an orange next to her avocado on toast. “I need you on top form for tonight.” Alexia had commented back.

“You’re seeing that right?” Ingrid whispered to Mapi. “Yesterday they wouldn’t speak two words together and now they’re laughing and joking like this.”

“Loud and clear. Maybe now we can see the true La Reina and Princesa on the pitch together.”

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Bubba's first day of school!!

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"Are we sure he needs to go?" Harry's whiny voice echoed through your ears, you were currently in the kitchen packing your baby boy's lunch, a peanut butter and jelly sandwich along with crackers and star shaped kiwis and strawberries, just how he liked it.

"We talked about this, H, he's four now he needs to go to school," you told your whiny husband, turning around to look at him and noticing the prominent pout on his face "Oh come on, stop being dramatic, It's just going to be a few hours and he'll be back home." you moved towards him, wrapping your arms around his torso and looking up at him, he gave you the biggest puppy eyes you've ever seen and you internally chuckled thinking about how he was being more dramatic than his four year old.

"But what if he feels lonely? What if- what if it's hard for him to talk to the other kids and he feels sad? Besides, you've been doing a great job educating him, you know, he's way smarter than other four year olds, he doesn't need school, baby, we can homeschool him together, yeah we could do that and- " you listened to his rambling with a small smile on your face, before he continued on, you grabbed his face with both of your hands and pecked his lips firmly.

"First of all, breathe," you told him when you pulled away, you watched him do as you said and let out a small 'done' right after "Second of all, this is your son we're talking about, honey, he's going to befriend every single kid as soon as he walks into the classroom, he has your extroverted demeanor and bubbly personality, he'll be fine," he grabbed one of your wrists and kissed your palm that was still holding his face, you could tell that he was still anxious about the entire thing, "And as tempting as having him at home all day sounds, he needs to go out there and interact with other kids, and learn from actual teachers and not just me and my parenting books." he continued pressing kisses on your palm and the inside of your wrist before he brought you in for a hug, you wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders and scratched his scalp. He just needed to be baby-ed for a while and he would be fine.

"I know, I know. You're right, I'm just being a dramatic, overprotective dad who wants his boy to stay little forever." you couldn't help but melt at his words, watching Harry become a dad made you fall in love with him all over again, there was something about him teaching your son how to brush his teeth, tie his shoelaces, how to respect others and treat people with kindness, you wouldn't change that for anything.

"You truly are an overprotective dad, I can't even imagine how bad is going to get when we have a little girl." you said with a little smirk, and one made its way to Harry's face at your words, already feeling giddy about what you were implying "Are you suggesting It's time for baby #2?" he pulled you closer and connected your lips together, you let him grab the back of your neck to deepen the kiss but a little voice calling for you made you stop.

"Mummy, daddy, I'm ready for school!" your little boy squealed, his voice laced with excitement and the pitter-patter of his tiny feet dragging him all the way to the kitchen.

"We'll continue this later," he whispered against your lips before pecking them one last time and letting go of your waist to pick his son up from the ground. "There's my baby bubba, because you're still my baby, right? You might go to big boy school but you're still a baby" he obnoxiously pecked your baby's cheek and tickled his belly, making him squeal and laugh "Come on, say bye to mummy before we head out" he passed the little boy to your arms and you couldn't help but get a bit emotional, even though you were giving a lecture to your husband about it just minutes ago.

"Remember to have lots of fun and be kind, okay?" you softly told him, pecking his forehead and smiling at the cheery "Okay!" he let out.

You put him down and watched as he jogged to you husband who was waiting for him by the front door, with his little backpack hanging on his broad shoulder, and with a final wave and a flew kisses blown your way, they were out of the house.

You found yourself getting a bittersweet feeling over your son starting school, you felt emotional and a tad bit sad over you baby not being so baby anymore, but at the same time, you couldn't help but feel excited about the tiny human that was growing inside your belly that would be the new baby of the house in a few months. And of course, you couldn't wait to tell your husband.

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Day Twenty-Three: Size Kink w/ Jeno

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Summary: Jeno’s a muscular guy, you’re a short non-muscular girl. He thinks that’s adorable. You’re obsessed with how hot, big, and strong he is.

You met Jeno at the gym.

You were trying something new, and that meant moving to Seoul to start a new life. You had a decent grasp on the language, had a strong interest in the culture, and when life gave you a reason to go explore more of the world than just your own little part of it, you’d taken the chance.

Seoul was big and beautiful. There were new experiences to be had.

But the thing was that all of those things required money, so you went searching for a job and found one working as a cleaner at this gym.

You were mostly there late at night in the off hours, though the gym was open twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week, all year. You sanitized equipment, wiped down mirrors, laundered towels, all of the boring things. But it paid, the hours were flexible, you met interesting and attractive people, and you had the opportunity to improve your grasp of the language.

Jeno was a client, though not one that you encountered much in the beginning.

When you first began, he was coming in the early hours of the day. It was only several months into your time working there that you first met him.

He was just back from being overseas (not that you knew it at the time), and re-adjusting to the time difference had Jeno full of energy at a late hour. Shortly after one o’clock in the morning, to be exact.

In that blurry time between Sunday night and Monday morning, there was no one using the gym. Even the one creepy regular old man that sometimes hung out at odd hours wasn’t there. It was just you, the night desk manager, and a bunch of rags as you wiped down and sanitized all the weights in the weightroom. For the moment, you were perfectly alone, humming along to the music playing quietly from your phone.

You didn’t hear Jeno come in at first. Only once you looked up in the mirror to your right after catching a glimmer of movement, did you actually notice him. He was at the other end of the room, minding his own business, so you decided to do the same, though you couldn’t help watching him from the corner of your eye.

He was handsome.

He worked out quietly, focused on just burning off his energy.

You finished wiping down the weights, but by this point, Jeno had begun grunting a bit as he worked out. Maybe you started over with wiping down the weights, spending more of your time watching him through your eyelashes than actually paying any attention to the weights in your hands.

It was exactly your lack of attention that caused you to drop one of the weights, slipping through your fingers to crash loudly to the floor. With your foot right beneath it.

“Shit!” You cry out, dropping to the floor to cradle your throbbing foot.

You forget about the handsome man in that moment, your only thoughts for your foot and the worry that you may have broken it.

But then he’s right there. So close to you as he moves the weight away from you, asking something in very rapid Korean that your pain-flooded brain can’t comprehend in the moment. Whether he realizes that you’re not understanding him or if he’s just concerned for you, he brushes your hands away.

Maybe you shouldn’t just sit back as a perfect stranger unties your shoelaces, as he pulls the shoe off your foot and peels the sock down. You probably shouldn’t let him touch your bare ankle with his surprisingly cool fingers, and him touching your foot to roll your ankle doesn’t necessarily seem like the most proper thing either.

When you hiss a little in pain, he looks up at you again. For a moment, you’re startled into silence.

He’s really handsome.

“Hi,” is the weak word that comes to mind, the first one from your lips.

He smiles. “Hi. Are you okay?”

You nod even though that’s not entirely true. You slip into Korean, now that your shock over the weight slamming into your foot has somewhat passed. “I’m fine. My foot hurts, but I’m alright. Thank you.”

His hand is still on your ankle, his gentle touch soothing the throbbing. “You might want to see a doctor, make sure your foot or ankle isn’t broken.” He looks away from you, back down to where his fingers rest, and he says, “You’re pretty small, what are you doing with heavy weights?”

He does sit your foot gently back down on the floor and he removes his hand from you, but he doesn’t move away. He just sits there, awaiting your answer.

You really shouldn’t be sitting here chatting with him. You have work to do, and you’re not sure that you wouldn’t get in trouble if the manager walked in and saw you talking with a patron. But, he’s charming with an easy smile and warm eyes, so you answer him and then you keep talking. Jeno is easy to talk to.

Eventually you both have to get up. An early Monday morning patron comes in, heading right for one of the weight machines, and both you and Jeno take that as a sign to end the conversation. He checks with you that your foot and your ankle don’t hurt too badly; he waits while you stand up, ready to assist if need be.

You’re short, so even once you’re standing, the top of your head comes just to his shoulder, and your face is level with his chest. You have to take a step back and still tilt your head back a little to look up at Jeno’s face.

He’s smiling as he says, “Be careful. I’m not always gonna be here every night to help you if you drop a weight.”

And although he says it, it doesn’t seem to be too true.

Only a few nights later, you’re in a different area of the gym around the same hour as the last time you saw him, and there Jeno is again. He scans the room as he enters, and when he sees you, he waves. He just runs on a treadmill this time, and you conveniently find something to wipe down near it. Jeno strikes up a conversation, and as he takes a break midway through his treadmill jog, he sits down on a nearby bike machine so he’s at eye level with you.

It happens again a few nights after that. Jeno appears, he works out for a little bit, and then he allows himself to be distracted and to be distracting. Neither of you get too much done, instead spending a while chatting with each other. And then another few nights after that, and again and again.

Frequently, Jeno teases you about being short as he watches you struggle to clean a piece of equipment far above your head or when he catches sight of the two of you together in the mirror.

“You’re so small!” He teases, slipping the cleaning rag from your hand, and he easily reaches up to clean the spot you’ve been struggling to reach. Or, “You’re adorably tiny,” he grins, laying a hand lightly on the top of your head while looking into your eyes in the mirror.

“I’m not small! You’re just big, Jeno.” You whine, snatching the rag back one night when he does this.

Jeno laughs, taking a step back to watch you resume your struggle. He folds his arms over his chest, observing you hopping up onto your tiptoes, arm outstretched to reach a splotchy spot high up on the mirror.

“Shouldn’t you be working out or something?” You pout, a little embarrassed and self-conscious about having him watch you hop uselessly. “Isn’t that why you have a membership here?”

“But you look so cute. I can’t just walk away.” He keeps watching, so you sink down onto your heels, turning to face him--more specifically, turning to face his arms crossed over his chest. They’re all you can really focus on when you look at him. The bulging muscles of his biceps are utterly distracting. He is big. Tall and muscular and you refuse to let your gaze dip lower down his body to the front of his shorts.

A few nights ago you caught a glimpse when you turned away while he was teasing you about being so small. There’d been a bulge in the front of his shorts, and it had taken great strength and mental fortitude to not gawk at the shape of his dick in his shorts.

Tonight it’s taking even more of you to not look.

You have to force your gaze up to his face, fighting the strong urge to look lower, struggling to not let your gaze stick on his arms either.

“Jeno, I really think you should go. My manager was irritated the other night that I only got half the job done on time.” It’s a half lie. Your manager had noticed you’d only gotten part of the cleaning list done, but he was somewhat lazy and didn’t really care what got done. But you need to put some distance between you and Jeno tonight before you do something risky.

The way he cocks his head to the side right now and smiles at you helps nothing.

“Do you want me to go talk to him?” Jeno asks, and he pulls his arms from his chest only to hold them up on either side, somewhat obnoxiously flexing. “I’m not distracting you from cleaning. If anything, I’m helping.”

Now, that’s not true at all. He’s a big distraction and only a little help.

“Jeno.” You reach out, pushing his arm down, but it doesn’t budge. He doesn’t look like you push his arm down even bothers him in the slightest. For a brief moment, the thought of arm-wrestling him and how badly you would lose flashes across your mind. You wouldn’t even stand a chance against him; your hand would be flat on the board as soon as the challenge began.

“Oh, alright,” Jeno crinkles his nose. He lowers his arms down to his sides, but your hand still rests lightly on his forearm. You don’t move your fingers away, and neither does he move away from your fingers. “I’ll go, but on one condition.”

“Hm?” You absentmindedly trace your fingers along one of the prominent veins in his forearm.

When Jeno’s hand comes up to cover yours on his arm, you suddenly realize what you’re doing with a jolt. You start to pull your hand away, but he presses down, holding your hand against his arm.

“Let me take you on a date. Somewhere outside of this gym where we can talk without the smell of sweat lingering in the background.” Jeno smiles. His hand feels a little clammy against yours. Is he nervous right now? “Can I take you out to dinner?”

You nod at first, speechless, but soon you find your voice. “Yes, Jeno. Dinner sounds nice.”

The dinner comes at last about a week later.

Jeno’s only ever seen you before at the gym, so you’re nervous, worrying about what he’ll think when he sees you tonight. What if he expects you to be and look and dress totally different when you’re not wearing the uniform you wear to clean the gym? Of course, you’re going to look a bit more cleaned up, more refined for the date. You put on some makeup, some cute clothes, but what if Jeno’s expectations are still higher?

But of course he thinks you look beautiful. He compliments you several times throughout the date, can’t take his eyes off of you, and tells you again that you’re really pretty.

Afterwards when he’s walking with you down the street outside the restaurant, Jeno tentatively holds your hand. He starts out with his pinky finger rushing along the side of yours (electric), and then his fingers slip over your palm (like fire eating through you), and then he slides his fingers through yours, fingers overlapping the back of your hand (like devastation, it’s so simple).

You squeeze his hand right back, loving the way your hand feels so small in Jeno’s.

It’s just him holding your hand, but your heart pounds with it, and his palm is clammy again. You like to think that maybe Jeno is just as nervous as you are, just as exhilarated by your hand in his.

The date ends with a kiss, and you think it’s so silly that you’re head over heels for him, that you’ve got deeply sexual feelings for him, but just a chaste peck to your lips leaves your head spinning as Jeno walks away.

The next night he’s at the gym again, and he gives you your distance to work. He’s all flirtatious glances in the mirror, and teasing comments any time you come close to him. You’d come in early which means you get to leave early, and the moment that your shift ends, you’re clocking out and gravitating toward where Jeno’s finishing up his workout.

“Hi,” he says, eyes turning into half-moons as he smiles at you in the mirror. “I promise I’m almost done. I don’t mean to be a distraction.” He’s teasing, but actually it’s a rather serious issue how much he distracts you.

“It’s fine. I’m not working now, I just clocked out.” You sit down, folding your legs in front of you, resting your elbows on your knees as you watch him. “Now you can be as distracting as you like.”

Jeno laughs. “So you’re just going to watch me?”

You nod. You like looking at him, can he blame you?

Again, there’s no one around tonight. Even the night manager is slacking off, asleep at the front desk. It’s just you and Jeno, you watching him as he does some pull-ups shirtless.

You can’t help ogling him a bit, but you can tell he likes it, that he’s showing off a bit. His abs flex, his arms strain, and all the while you can only look on in lustful awe. The band of his shorts keeps slipping each time he pulls himself up, exposing more and more of the band of his underwear.

Eventually, Jeno drops flat to his feet, wiping at his damp forehead as he walks nearer to you. His muscles bulge as he approaches, and his shadow falls over you, covering you entirely, and you just feel so tiny in the moment.

“Hey, shorty,” Jeno teases, holding his hand down to you. “Do you want to train a little?”

You don’t necessarily. You would much rather watch him than anything else, but his easy smile and his offered hand make the temptation too difficult to resist. Jeno’s hand is solid and strong around yours as you slide your hand into his. He pulls you to your feet like it’s nothing, drawing you in at the same time so you bump into his chest.

His chest is bare beneath you, damp with sweat, warm and vibrating with the sound of his voice as Jeno says, “Training or should we get out of here?”

That makes your heart pound anew. “And go where?”

“My place, your place. Anywhere.” Jeno places a hand on your lower back and you swear his hand covers the expanse. You can feel his dick against your belly, not that he’s hard, you can just feel it there because of how short you are and how you’re pressed against him and he feels big and you suddenly feel so overwhelmed with need for him, to be made to feel even smaller in his arms, in his bed, with him inside you.

You nod, your mouth suddenly dry. “I think anywhere would do, if I’m being honest. I just…. I want you, Jeno.”

The most you’ve shared up to this point is one chaste kiss, lingering touches and longing glances. But you can see that wall cracking now, the modesty falling away to leave the path clear for you to bring Jeno into your bed.

He smiles. “I want you too. But are you sure?”

Jeno lifts a hand to gently brush a section of hair back from your forehead. He’s so careful with you, and his eyes dart around your face, following the path of his fingers or watching the flutter of your eyelashes when you blink. The way he touches you is like you’re a butterfly, so fragile between his fingers.

“I won’t break, Jeno. I’m small, yes, and I’m short, but I’m not made of glass. I’m more like a teddy bear, squeezable even though I’m small.” You cover his hand on your face with your hand, leaning your cheek into his touch. “I like that you’re bigger and stronger than me, that when I look at you I kind of wonder if you might crush me if you were to hug me too tightly. I want you.”

“I’m not going to crush you, shorty,” he teases. “But let’s go before it gets to be too early or too late. Before we have people coming to look for us.”

“And where are we going?” You ask as Jeno turns and starts walking, his hand clasping yours once more to lead you along behind him. “Mine? Yours? The nearest closet?”

You’re only joking, but Jeno pulls you along right behind him into the men’s locker room. when he catches sight of the look on your face, Jeno laughs and presses at your shoulders until you sit down on a bench.

“Not here.” Jeno grins, looking around at the locker room. “We can go back to mine. But I’m going to shower off quickly before we leave, is that alright?” He runs his fingers through his hair.

He doesn’t strip in front of you, but once he walks over to the shower stalls on the other side of the lockers, you can still catch a glimpse of him in the gap between the curtain and the wall. The narrow sight of a sliver of skin growing as he bends down and peels his shorts and underwear all the way down behind the curtain. You try not to look, but your gaze simply won’t pull away. You catch glimpses and flashes and at one point you swear Jeno catches you looking before he turns his back.

Your imagination wanders while Jeno showers. You imagine getting up, crossing the tile floor to the shower, pulling back the curtain to step inside and join him. You imagine what it’ll be like when you get to his place. You imagine tasting the water droplets from his skin, his fingers sliding wet over your body.

You’re so lost in your fantasies that you don’t at first register Jeno turning off the shower, wrapping a towel around his waist before he steps out.

Of course he catches you staring now.

“Cute,” he says, coming over towards where you sit to reach into his locker behind you. He shoves his dirty clothes in, pulls out some clean ones. You turn your back to provide at least some sense of decency as Jeno pulls a pair of joggers on beneath the towel, and then he dons a fresh tshirt and a jacket.

When Jeno stands in front of you, holding his hand out for you to hold once more, you look up at him with his face all the way up there.

“Ready?” He asks.

“Just one last thing,” you reply. Jeno watches you climb up to stand on the bench you were sitting on. This puts you taller than Jeno, to his amusement. But when you lean down, placing your hands on both of his cheeks, he realizes what’s happening, and he tilts his head to meet your kiss.

It’s not the most romantic location for a real first kiss. Not that the chaste kiss after your date the other night didn’t count, but this one is your first genuine, deep kiss with Jeno.

He lets you control the kiss, taking it at your pen speed, kissing him in whatever way you will. But after a moment or two, Jeno wraps his arms around the backs of your legs. He pulls a little, fingers pressing in between your thighs, and you slide them apart, resting your weight back against Jeno’s hands. He supports you by the thighs.

You sink down as Jeno’s hands move, guiding your legs to wrap around his hips so that soon he’s standing there in the midst of the locker room, holding you up in his strong arms while you kiss him. Your ankles cross behind his back, arms folded along his shoulders.

“I think we should leave,” Jeno murmurs, “before I just end up sitting you down right here, having sex with you right on this bench.”

It doesn’t sound like a bad idea.

But you also really don’t want your first time with Jeno to be in the somewhat gross locker room of the gym.

“Take me home.” You draw kisses down Jeno’s jawline.

He lowers your feet back to the ground, and then you’re going, his hand fixed firmly around yours again, leading the way.

Jeno’s place isn’t so far away. You walk there with Jeno’s arm around your shoulders, tucking you into his side, protecting you from the chill in the night. Dawn is approaching, and with it is the rest of your day. Normally you would be finishing up the last hour of your shift right now, you’d be thinking of heading home to shower and get in bed for a few hours.

You don’t know what the rest of your day looks like right now.

Presumably you’re going to have sex with Jeno, but then what? Will you sleep over? Will you skip sleep and just go get breakfast together? Or will he kick you out as soon as it’s over? You don’t really think it’s that last option. Jeno’s too nice for that.

His place is just a small one bedroom. There’s not much to see because he’s a single young man living alone. A little messy, a little barren in terms of furniture.

Jeno’s kissing you before he’s even got the door all the way open, backing you into his apartment so he can kick the door shut behind him. “So tiny,” he says against your lips, his hands holding onto your hips. Your knees hit the edge of something, and you stumble down to sit on whatever it is. “And clumsy. Do you need me to carry you, my baby?”

Right as you begin to protest to the idea of being carried, Jeno’s already lifting you. It’s like you weigh nothing, which you know isn’t true, but Jeno tosses you over his shoulder, carrying you like a fireman would.

“Put me down!” You laugh, slapping a hand against his back, but Jeno starts walking, holding you there over his shoulder as he moves towards the bedroom.

“I don’t think so.” Jeno pushes in through the door to his bedroom, and a moment later your back is on the bed, the ceiling above you with Jeno laughing as he falls over top of you.

You feel so, so small as he covers you with his body, as Jeno dips down to kiss you once more.

“I liked that,” you say in between kisses. Jeno makes an inquisitive sound, to which you reply, “You carrying me like that, like it was nothing.” You run a hand down his chest, the other down one of his arms, as you tell him, “I like when you show me how strong you are, and when you make me feel small and powerless.”

As if to enhance your feeling, Jeno presses his weight down on you, his arms pressing into the bed on either side of your head.

Yes, you think, this is what you like. The reminder that Jeno is bigger and stronger than you, it gives you comfort while also turning you on. It speaks to that primal part of you that longs for a protector, and you just know that Jeno would be a good protector, that if you pursue this relationship with him he’ll be protective of you.

And you like that. A lot.

Jeno seems to like it too, as far as you can tell.

When he pulls away from you, rolling across the bed while mumbling something about putting a movie on, you can see the outline of his stiff erection against the front of his pants, made more obvious once he turns on the movie to project onto the wall at the foot of the bed.

It doesn’t matter what movie he turns on, as soon as Jeno rolls back towards you, you reel him back into the kiss, just now with the added background noise.

Making out with him lasts for a little while longer, wandering hands of both parties dipping and exploring beneath clothes, the exchange of soft sounds of pleasure.

Jeno is the first to lose a piece of clothing when you lift his shirt over his head. He teases you about how you’re staring at him as he watches you running your hands over his pecs and his abs. But moments later when he demands the even trade of you losing your shirt, he stares at your chest just as much.

Clothes seem to melt away after that. Pants, your bra, socks, Jeno’s underwear.

You can’t contain a small moan when you see his cock at long last. You’ve imagined it at times since you first started talking with him at the gym, and expectation versus reality has never been so satisfying for you. Your imagined version of Jeno’s cock doesn’t perfectly align with reality, but it’s close enough that you can’t believe your luck.

Jeno’s above average, big in all the ways that matter. Big cock, big hands, big heart. At the moment, it’s his hands that take precedence as he helps you out of your panties as they tangle around your ankles. His fingers run up the inside of your leg, and he starts with just gently running his fingers along your slit.

You do begin to watch the movie to some extent as Jeno idly touches you. His fingers stroke between your pussy lips, just touching and teasing, playing with you until you’re soaking wet, and Jeno’s fingertips are slipping through your wetness, one fingertip prodding right there at your entrance.

Even his fingers feel big as he presses one inside you. Jeno just slowly strokes the long finger in and out of you, while you struggle to keep your attention on the movie. You’re interested by the plot of it, but what Jeno’s doing to you is far more interesting, and before long, as he gets three fingers stretching you open, you can’t pretend to watch the movie any longer.

You cum on his fingers, riding them as he continues to fuck you on them, your wetness dripping between his fingers.

He’a only just pulled his wet fingers away from you when he wraps them around his cock, and you watch Jeno start jerking off with your wetness as lube. He slicks his length with it, and you roll onto your side to watch, but even that grows tiring after a moment, the hunger inside you rearing up and ready to bite. So you make the move.

You sit up, throwing a leg over Jeno’s lap, you put your hands on his broad shoulders, pulling yourself forward until you’re hovering over where he’s still got his hand moving in his erection.

“Fuck me, Jeno. Need to feel your big cock.” You moan, dropping your hips down so you can feel him, just needing him inside you.

Jeno obliges, watching your face as he guides his cock right to your entrance, watching your face as you swirl your hips against the pressure of his tip before you press down, sinking slowly around his length stretching you open.

You can feel the stretch, can feel the tightness of his muscles as he holds back from thrusting up into your tight heat. You want to feel him unleash that power on you.

And to some degree he does.

The way Jeno holds you, wrapping his arms around you, pressing your chest to his, it makes you feel like he’s so much bigger than you, like you’re small and safe in his arms. His swollen cock inside you feels huge too as he begins to actually rock his hips off the bed to drive up into you.

You’re begging for it before you even realize. Both of you take on a brutal pace. You drop down on his cock as fast and hard as you can manage. Jeno it’s just simply pounding into you from underneath until your strength gives out. Your legs slide out from under your, and you collapse against Jeno’s chest, which must have been the signal he was waiting for as he immediately grabs your hips with both hands, fucking up into you with all of his jarring strength.

You’re not exactly sure when your orgasm begins. It seems to be a perpetual thing, something you slid into so seamlessly that it could have been happening for ages or have just begun, so constant in the level that you’re crying, muscles jumping under your skin. Your hips twitch in Jeno’s hold, jerking and rolling and twisting like you’re trying to escape the constant onslaught of pleasure.

Jeno’s cock feels like it’s punching in deep inside you, swollen and stretching your pussy to your limit.

“Big one,” you moan. Your fingers claw and clutch at Jeno’s shoulders, your mouth sliding along his jaw and over his throat. “Big.”

“Tight,” is his only reply. “You’re so fucking little, my baby. You like how big I feel inside you? God, can you even take it if I cum inside you?”

“I can take it!” You moan, the sound gurgling out of you, and you hide your face against Jeno’s shoulder. “I can take it.”

Jeno doesn’t let up on your hips, using his hold to bounce you on his dick like you’re nothing more than a toy for him to use. “I’m not sure you can take it, sweet girl. Your little pussy would just overflow with it.”

You start to whine in equal parts protest and arousal. You wouldn’t overflow with his cum, you’re not that little. But at the same time, you wish you would, so that you could watch Jeno’s creamy cum leak from your pussy.

Jeno’s laugh at your desperation turns into a moan as you clench around his cock. “Aw, shit,” he curses, and then he’s lifting you by your hips, pulling you off his cock to just plop you in his lap.

You think the sound of Jeno moaning is beautiful. It’s similar to the grunting sounds you’d heard from him the night you met at the gym, but these are so much better.

His hand works over his cock, cum spurting from the tip to coat your belly and his, the pearly cum glossing over his abs, glazing your pussy as it drips down.

Jeno sighs and drops his head back against the headboard of his bed, his hand falling away from his dick to rest on your thigh instead, trailing his damp and sticky fingers over your bare skin.

You don’t care about his sticky cum drying on your belly and pussy and thigh. You just lean in, taking Jeno’s face in your hands, and you pull his mouth to yours. You and Jeno kiss heatedly at first, working out the last bits of overwhelming lust you’ve been absorbed in for the last however long, until at last the kiss slows into something softer and gentler. Jeno holds you tenderly in his arms, slowly sinking you both down together so you’re lying pressed together in his bed.

Jeno squeezes his arms around you, drawing a small squeak out as he crushes you a bit to his chest. His lips leave yours to instead catch his breath and stare up at the shadows playing on the ceiling.

“Do you want to stay tonight?” He asks. “I won’t blame you if you want to leave either.”

“No,” you moan, turning your head against his chest. “I don’t think I could leave, even if I wanted to. I might as well stay here. Get in some quality time with you outside of the gym, maybe fit in another round or so before we really have to sleep or start the day. You really don’t mind me staying over tonight?”

Jeno laughs, teasing you with, “Why would I? It’s not like you take up much room.”

You sit up, shoving your hands against his chest, sliding yourself over top of him again. “Is that how you want to play it?”

Jeno grins, his hands covering yours on his chest. “It is, my sweet baby.” In an instant he somehow rolls things over so that you’re on your back beneath him, and you make a weak attempt to wrestle with him. You’re nothing compared to Jeno, and when he rolls you onto your side and sinks down behind you to spoon you, you give up the last of your strength to just sink into the warmth and safety, the strength of his arms wrapped around you.

“Goodnight,” he murmurs. “Sleep tight.”

You hum a little, settling down to get a little more comfortable. “Night, big boy.” You reach back behind you and him, managing to slap your hand lightly against his ass, which draws a laugh from Jeno.

Jeno snuggles you tight against his chest, sighing softly, curling around you like you’re his favorite teddy bear to help him sleep through the night.

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Until Forever -P.G

The long awaited second part of "SINCE FOREVER" is here now! HOPE YOU LIKE THIS, FEEDBACK IS APPREACIATED!

Read part 3 here!

Songs I listened to: Me, Myself and I - 5SOS, Lie To Me - 5SOS, Forever - Lewis Capaldi, Bruises - Lewis Capaldi, I Love You - Little Mix, Nobody Like You - Little Mix, Only You - Little Mix, What I Put You Through - Conor Maynard, Over Again - One Direction, De Marzo a Junio - Gonza Silva, All In - Here at Last, Airplanes - B.o.B ft. Hayley Williams, Impossible - Shontelle, Diamonds - Rihanna, Sweater Weather - The Neighbourhood, Yellow - Coldplay, Too Good At Goodbyes - Sam Smith and Sin Señal - Quevedo.

Warnings: Angst, the long lenght this fic has is killing☠️... Part 3?

Summary: You are moving on from your mistake meanwhile Pablo is realizing his own.

January, 2023

It has been four months since that day. Four months which you haven’t seen Pablo. Four months of misery for you. And also for him.

When you left his apartment that day, a sickening feeling got into his stomach and it didn’t go away with anything he tried, his hands were shaking and his mind was running wild. He couldn’t concentrate on anything besides you, your confession, your sad expression and your leaving.

He knew that you asked him for time. But he couldn’t give that to you. He wanted you to know he still had you present in his life and hoping that you had him on yours too. And you sadly did.

You were absolutely a wreck for the first month. Not going outside unless it was for grocery shopping and Uni. Until the second month arrived.

Pedri, who had been your personal cheerleader, picked you up one day, got you a nice outfit and made you get in it, for you to go out with him in a friendly date where Ansu and Balde, joined you and ate everything they normally couldn’t or wouldn’t, because of their diet, but they decided than seeing you happy and like your old self was worth some calories more.

He even made you change Gavi’s contact name on your phone, to help your process get quicker and made you forget about his constant texting.

From that moment on, you started going out, you missed having a good time with the people you loved, with your friends and family, and not necessarily accompanied of Pedri, you went out with your girl friends, you Uni group, groups from other degrees at your Uni that you were close with. You were back.

Of course, you missed him. Terribly. Often at nights, you would scroll down on his messages and see what updates he has been giving you

Pablo Páez Ansu fell on his butt today, you would’ve laughed your ass off

Pablo Páez I made a happy salad *Photo* I hope you’re doing good, I’ve been better…

Pablo Páez Xavi keeps asking for you to tie my shoelaces, he keeps saying I don’t know how to do them

Pablo Páez Practice went well

Pablo Páez I just ate a kilo of bananas. I won’t die, right?

Pablo Páez It’ll sound impressive but I just won Pedri on FIFA. Your gaming lessons paid off Now, I have to try and win you. He told me you were doing fine and I’m glad. I can’t wait for us to reconnect again

Pablo Páez De Jong said he missed having you around on practice I agreeded with him

Pablo Páez Pedri just ate his banana from the bottom to the top, you’re gonna kill him?

And many more of those but still, you choosed not to reply any of them, only really “talking” to him when the World Cup started, when he scored his first goal during it and when they lost against Morocco also you had texted him on Christmas and New Years.

Other times? You were ghosting him.

It was hell for him.

The first month of you doing that, for Pablo it was horrible. He couldn’t concentrate at practices; he messed up great plays, the passes weren’t precise, at games he was angrier and aggressive than usual, he wanted desperately for you to talk to him, Pedri tried to talk him out of it but the youngster snapped at his best male friend. Only to come back to him a few minutes later apologizing.

Pablo thought that with time he could get over it, but no. Four months after and you were still on his mind and the anxious feeling was bigger and bigger on his chest.

He started to realize something, he felt awful, destroyed, sad and was mad at himself, he cried and cried to sleep that day for being too stupid and idiot to realize it

Yes, during WC, he had mastered a way of concentrating at practices and games but you were still on his mind. Always.

He was extremely angry, disappointed and sad to hear that you wouldn’t be there with him at his first WC, but still understood, already imagining the rest of his performances where you would be there cheering on for him and only him, the loudest as you have always have done.

In your defense, you did try your best but Uni got up to you and you weren’t done by the time it started, you couldn’t leave Spain even if you tried your best.

But, you haven’t properly seen each other since that day. And it was the first time you were going to. In Arabia Saudi for La Supercopa España, the Clásico. Barcelona vs. Madrid.

Pedri had invited you to come and you being a culer and the greatest friend, didn’t waste any time and asked permission from your parents to fly with the González.

“Is Samuel coming too?” Pedri asked with a cheeky smile

��¡Cállate!” He laughed seeing you blush

Samuel, is one of the guys that attends to your Uni but he’s doing a different degree than yours. During the last weeks of November and the first’s ones of December he had been asking you to hang out alone and you accepted. You definitely liked him.

He was cute, really cute and pretty. He had light green eye color, he was one head taller than you, blonde wavy haired and he had the most beautiful dimples at both sides of his smile; he was careful, paid attention to your needs, to whatever you were saying and remembered the smallest things you said randomly, he was funny and he never failed to amaze you.

But still, he wasn’t Pablo.

“Pedri, no lo sé” You had said

“This is your chance. It’s not like you might end up married to him anyway! Or you will… Who knows? Don't take it as a rebound kind-of thing. But maybe you can forget about Pablo, reconnect your friendship and at the same time have a lovely relationship with a guy who’s clearly into you”

And that’s how you started dating Samuel. And that’s also how you got into the present day.

“But you know he will” You spoke

“Gotta start making up the whole ‘Older-brother’ talk thing”

“Please, don’t scare him away. He’s really nice, I like him” You immediately said making Pedri laugh out loud while shaking his head a little. When a message pulled up in your screen.

Pablo Páez Are you coming to the Supercopa España? I know we aren’t in the best terms but I would love to see my favorite girl cheering for me on a live game… It’s been a while since you’ve done that.

“What’s up?”

“Pablo’s asking me if I’m going to the Supercopa” You said showing the message to Pedri who had been playing FIFA with you for about an hour ago

Pedri shrugged his shoulders “You wanna tell him?”

“I wanna surprise him” Silence filled the room

“You know even if he tries to hide it” Pedri started “, he’s not doing fine. He misses you a lot. A whole lot” You sighed

“I miss him too” You nodded sadly “I shouldn’t have said anything”

“No. You should have and you did. Feelings are the best when they’re being let out”

“But at what cost? I ruined my friendship with him and it’s not something you can easily go at it again. It’ll take me so much time to forget about those feelings I have for Pablo, Pedri. Maybe he feels guilty, awkward, I don't know... It’ll take a lot of time of being at that level we were once. You know it. I know it. Hell, even Pablo knows it. But it’s too hard being all in one day and suddenly stop being there”

“But you will do” Pedri said putting a hand on your thigh “I fully believe you will get, both of you, your feelings straight and keep on with that beautiful friendship you both have” Pedri nodded smiling lightly “I still think he’s in love with you but hasn’t realized”

“I still don’t think he is but who cares now?” You shrugged your shoulders

“I’m just afraid he’ll realize it when it’s too late to try anything” Your eyes moved to Pedri’s as you both stared at each other in silence

“If” You start pausing to take a deep breath “If he does have feelings for me” You said slowly “I hope he realizes them quickly” Your phone dinged once more making you part your eyes from Pedri

A light smile made its way to your face seeing Samuel’s name pop up on your screen

Samu✨💖 Walking down the street, I saw a cute puppy. It reminded me of Aladdin, hope he’s feeling better. PS: I got him some treats for tomorrow when I see him. And don’t worry, I also got you a little present, couldn’t forget about you.

You sighed watching those two names on your home screen “Because I’m really liking Samuel and it’ll be hard for Pablo if I move on”

“Hard as in?”

“As in completely erasing myself from his life for a long and indeterminate amount of time, until I’m entirely happy and healed” Your eyes locked with Pedri’s as both of you sighed

“Do whatever you feel better doing, bonita” Pedri said slowly and in a low tone “Just know I’m gonna be here for you, always”

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“Y/N!” Belén, Pablo’s mom said making you turn your head towards her with a smile on your face

“Belén!” You exclaimed happy to see the olderly woman approaching her to hug her tightly

“¡Que te has desaparecido, niña!” (It’s been a while, baby!) You laughed lightly

“I know” You whine “Y lo siento muchísimo. Es que he estado un poco ocupada con mis cosas en la Uni, Pablo ha estado ocupado en los entrenos y no hemos tenido mucho tiempo juntos desde hace un tiempito” (And I’m truly sorry. I’ve been so busy with College, Pablo has been busy with trainings and we haven’t spend time together in a while) You tried to come up with a little lie but you knew better

“I know that. Pablo told me what happened” You sighed a little “It must have been really hard for you, my dear”

“A lot” You whispered sadly “I just thought… For a second, he would feel the same”

“We thought so too. You acted like a couple. Pablo, Aurora and I actually thought you were already together” You smiled sadly at the thought of that “How’d you handled it?”

“Pretty bad in the first month but Pedri dragged me out of my house and I’ve slowly come back into what I was” She smiled grabbing your hand “And Pablito?”

She sighed “I think Pedri must have told you, hadn’t he?” You nodded lightly “He still isn’t taking it too well. Sometimes I catch him looking through your photos together” You sighed feeling bad for your best friend “He was way too moody during the World Cup”

“I can only imagine” You both laughed lightly “I was busy with Uni, it wasn’t a lie” You began “… But I also wasn’t ready to face him; I mean… I’m barely starting to get over him with a very few baby steps. Pedri invited me but I came here to surprise him actually, he doesn’t know I’m here, I told him I would try and do my best to come and I can sense he got angry at me. I have never missed one of his matches and to miss all these…”

“It took a toll on him” She ended as you nod lightly

“I do miss him a lot and besides everything I don’t want him to think we’re done. Because we aren’t. I just need myself time” You explained “And I wanna start making things right, he doesn’t love me” You said laughing without humor “And I’ve got to accept that even if I don’t like to. But that doesn’t mean I won’t stop being there for him. And I’m here to prove that to him. I made the mistake of falling in love with my best friend but I’m not quitting on our friendship”

Belén said nothing but hug you tightly “Pablo does love you, dear”

“Not in the way I would love him to”

“There’s no one better for him than you” You shook your head disagreeing with her

“I’m not his person, Belén” And with that you broke the hug

“He hasn’t realized”

You were tired of hearing that.

“And I don’t think he will because I’m just not it for him. I cannot force him. He may be sad at the fact I was in love with him, that he broke me unconsciously and that he might lose me as his best friend but he doesn’t see me like that”

“Y/N” She began when you felt an arm wrap around your waist, you turn around to face Samuel with two water bottles

“Me he perdido de regreso. Todo se ve azul, rojo y blanco” (I got lost on my way back. Everything is blue, red and white colors) You laugh lightly accepting the water

“Thank you so much, Samu” You kissed his cheek, right on where his dimples show making him, pull you closer to him.

“Disculpa, ¿Interrumpí algo?” (I’m sorry, I interrupted something?) He asked feeling a bit guilty

You turned to Belén who was looking at you with a light smile.

“Not at all, hijo” She said

“Samu, she’s Belén, my best friend’s mom” You introduced her taking a deep breath “Belén, he’s Samuel Carnevale, my boyfriend” You watched at how her face fell a bit but quickly covered it up

“Nice to meet you, miss”

“Igualmente cariño” (Likewise, dear) She said slowly nodding

“Y/I, want me to save you the seat?” You nod eagerly to hear Belén’s thoughts

“He looks like a nice lad” She said when he left you again, you nod

“He is” You mumble

“I’m happy you’re moving on” She said, you felt relieved to hear those words “Still a bit sad I’m not going to be your mom-in-law” She laughed lightly as you smiled without showing your teeth

“She can still marry me” You heard Aurora say from behind her mom’s back

“When’s the wedding?” You replied watching them laugh. Aurora stepped over to hug you as you hugged her back tightly

“My brother is stupid”

“Don’t say that” You defended him “It’s not his fault” You shrugged your shoulders letting go of her

“He seems like a nice guy” She looked over at Samuel who was laughing with Fernando, Pedri’s older brother

“He is” You nodded with a smile

“I hope everything works out for you, Y/I” Aurora said “And hopefully we’ll see you more around in the house. Pablo isn’t the only one who misses you”

“I’ll try, cariño” You said gripping her arm a bit “It was lovely seeing you again, we must hang out later” You say ready to go. Both of them nodded hugging you once more

And with that you walked back towards Sam and Fer, feeling all kind of emotions thanks to their words and making up something in your mind for when you see Pablo.

You couldn’t keep on with your thoughts because the game had started, the tension was feeling in the air, it was the final of La Supercopa, both teams wanted to win it and only one could be the one who raised it and proclaiming the champion title. And you wanted so badly to be Barcelona that one

Robert had the ball on his feet, he was dribbling among the players and into the penalty section of the Madrid, when he passed the ball to Gavi who hit it and the ball went inside the net. A roar of cheers, applauses and screams were heard across the stadium, the Barcelona fans cheering in happiness as they took the lead on the board.

Gavi grabbed his shirt and kissed it, his signature celebration, his teammates went over to him and cheered with him, Pedri high fived him and hugged him and he must have told him something because after their hug Gavi’s eyes dance across the stadium until they landed on you.

His smile grew bigger and blew you a kiss while pointing at you, he also went ahead and did your initial. You smiled clapping and cheering louder for him.

At minute 45, Robert scored once more with an assist of Gavi and in the second time at minute 69, Pedri scored with the board on 3 for them and 0 for Madrid. The final result was 1-3, meaning Barcelona had won.

The player’s family went down, you shyly made your way towards the pitch as well but feeling extremely proud for your boys.

The first one you saw was Ansu and you threw yourself at him, laughing and cheering on the win for a few seconds before you saw Balde, Araujo and Lewy, you congratulated them as well.

When you saw Pedri, he opened his arms and you ran towards him

“¡YO SABÍA QUE GANARÍAN!” (I knew you guys would win) You yelled in excitement as Pedri hugged you tightly “You did it and I’m so proud of you” You kissed his sweaty cheek several times as he rocked you both side to side “That goal was amazing, Pepi”

“Gracias, bonita. It felt amazing to score” You smiled widely

You hadn’t seen Pablo and you were having an intern battle of seeing him, congratulating him and at the same time not do it.

“You look really happy” Samuel said grabbing your hand in his as your eyes roamed around for Gavi

“I am happy. Not only my club won but also my best friends did. It feels like a dream come true” You said looking at him with a smile on when you turned your head you saw him, he was hugging his sister

“Go and say hello to him” Samuel said kissing your cheek “I’ll be next to you”

Letting go of Samuel’s hand, you walked until being two meters away from him, Belén saw you and pointed at Gavi to turn around, when he did, he was confused until his eyes were on you.

His expression fell a bit before he let a smile out, he turned around to walk but when you started walking too, he started jogging and soon running until, you doing the same and eventually you crashed into each other.

You couldn’t lie. It felt good being back in his arms. His strong arms wrapped tightly around your waist, his face into the crock of your neck, yours around his shoulder and giving light touches in his hair

“I’m sorry” He said whispering in your ear “I’m truly sorry” You shushed him

“It’s okay, it’s okay. Don’t worry about it” You shook your head “I’m here now”

“I missed you so much” He whispered once more pulling you even closer to him, at this point you were a bit arched, with him leaning onto you; with your waist touching his, torso touching his, chest touching his and heads into the others neck.

“Don’t leave me ever again” Pablo said

“I’m not” You said pulling away a little but he didn’t moved an inch “Pabs”

“No” He shook his head “I’m truly sorry, I should-” You cut him off

“Pablo, it’s okay, I’m here now” Your hand went to the sides of his head “Look at me please” You whispered and he after a few seconds obliged, pulling his forehead into yours “I’m not leaving you”

“It felt like hell not seeing you in the stands, it felt horrible not seeing you at our trainings but it felt even worse you not talking to me at all”

“Sorry” That’s all you managed to say, you caressed his dirty stained cheeks leaning up to kiss his cheek and come back pull your forehead into his. You were looking into each other’s eyes, when you felt Pablo slowly lean in

And that’s when you felt a presence and pulled away from him

Pablo looked confused, his arms still around you while yours fell from his body.

“Hey” Samuel said smiling lightly "Tremendo juego hiciste el día de hoy. ¡Felicidades!" (Such a good game you did today. Congratulations!)

“Hola” Pablo said “Amigo, disculpa, en estos momentos estoy con mi familia disfrutando, puedo darte un autógrafo más tarde, y… ¿Podrías traerme una botella de agua?” (Mate, sorry, I’m enjoying with my family right now, I can sign something for you later, also… Would you bring me a bottle of water?)

“Él no trabaja aquí, Gavi” (He doesn’t work here, Pablo) You said untangling yourself from him

“¿Ah no? Disculpa” Pablo said smiling tightly, hand reaching up to grab yours but you crossed your arms in front of your chest “And who are you?” Pablo asked mirroring your actions but giving you a look

“Samuel, this is my best friend, Pablo Páez or better known as Pablo Gavi” You announced unlinking one of your arms to pull Samuel next to you. It was Samuel’s turn “And Pablito… This is Samuel Carnevale… My boyfriend”

At the moment you said that, you could see Pablo’s face scrunching up, he was confused and his jaw clenched, just like how it did when he was angry

“What?” Pablo asked in disbelief after a few seconds

You sighed “This is my boyfriend, Samuel Carnevale” You announced once more

“Boyfriend?” You nod repeated times

Gavi's eyes danced in between Samuel and your face, he looked for any sign of you joking with him. But found none.

This couldn't have happened to him. You had a boyfriend? Why? Why now he realized his feelings for you? Was this a kind of sick prank? If it was he wasn't liking it and wanted it to stop now.

The emotion he felt for winning the Supercopa went away when he saw you holding hands with him.

"Really?" He asked impressed trying to put on a happy face but it looked somehow as if he was in pain

And he was. Sentimentally he was.

He felt like he could cry a river to cover the whole European continent, he felt sick, his stomach felt funny, his head felt spinning and it wasn't definitely for the excitement of winning

He felt lost

"That's-" He cut himself off, he couldn't say it was good because it wasn't good but he also couldn't say it was bad because it would hurt you even more.

You'd think he was selfish. And he truly wanted to be, but not after what happened between the two of you.

Thankfully a voice pulled him out of the situation, the three of you turning your heads to see Pedri coming over

"Buenas noches!" He said grinning from ear to ear "Sorry to interrupt anything"

Please, don't be. Pablo thought

"But we need to go so they can give us the medals and lift the trophy" Gavi nodded relieved

He had never wanted to escape from a moment with you more than he does now

However, he watched you smile and nod at him "Go ahead, Martín" You kick his leg a little "Congratulations on winning, by the way. I'm so proud of you" Pablo smiled nodding at you

You stepped forward and hugged him once more you couldn't help yourself but wanted to embrace him

"I don't plan on ruining tonight for you, but I think you know we need to talk" You whispered against his ear as he nodded tightening his hold on you, now it was his turn, he kissed your cheek repeated times making you giggle

"Stop that" You asked laughing "Go" You untangled yourself from him forcing him to leave his hold on you.

"Meet me in a hour and a half in the tunel, okay?" You nod smiling, one of Pablo's hands went up to the side of your face and pulled a stray of hair away from your face, making you freeze in the beggining but retracted a bit

Pablo's hand fell at his side as he was confused and shocked, he felt a sting hit in his chest and his breathing got a bit uneven, he took deep breaths and let out the air he was holding in. He nodded not knowing what to do, he had never felt this way around you not even when you confessed your feelings for him, so, he just walked side by side with Pedri to grab their medals

"You okay?" Pedri asked next to him as Pablo lightly shook his head

"...No" He looked over to where you were standing, in the middle of the Páez and González family.

He felt the same sting in his chest when you retracted from his touch but the sting made itself pronounced when he saw Samuel pull you into his embrace and you making yourself comfortable in the boys's arms while cheering for them.

Those should've been his arms, not some random man ones, but he had been too stubborn to realize it. And meanwhile you were happy and moving on, it was his time to watch from the sidelines and get hurt

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You were waiting for him to come out of the dressing room but it seemed like it wasn't happening any time soon. Everyone had left only the staff being present and a few of the players's family.

So you decided to walk around for a bit, you came up the tunnel finding the place where the players go out to the pitch. You walked it finding the empty stadium, it looked pretty when no one was around and you enjoyed it more this way but it looked even better with people in the stands supporting their clubes and wearing a certain color.

"I remember you being noisy" You turn around at hearing his voice "I just didn't knew how much" You smiled lightly watching Pablo walk a few steps more to join you "This is beautiful" You nod agreeing

"Yes, it is" You smiled lightly "Mostly when it's quiet"

Silence took over the two of you for a while, none of you knowing how to start

"You are looking pretty" He said randomly as you smiled lightly

"Thanks, you looking nice too"

"It felt nice seeing you up there once more" you hum pursing your lips a bit

"It felt nice being back there once more" You smiled taking a deep breath

"So... You have a boyfriend?" He asked the first thing that had came into his mind, you nod once more

"I do" You smile at the though of your blondie, he had gone to the hotel with Pedri's family much to his disagreement, he didn't wanted to leave you alone but he understood you had something serious to talk with Pablo

"Since when?"

"Since December"

Pablo nodded, looking down at his feet

"I missed you" He said

"I missed you too"

"Didn't seem like you did"

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"You weren't answering my texts, nor my calls and whenever I tried to go into your apartment, the security guards didn't let me in!"

"Well I told you I needed time and you accepted it"

"You ghosted me!"

"And I'm terribly sorry! I was heartbroken and I didn't precisely wanted to the see the guy who provoked it uncounsiously!"

"Were you really? Because all I could see was you from a party to another and to another! It definitely didn't look like you were heartbroken!"

"But I was and still am, Pablo!" When he heard you exclaim his first name once more, he knew he had fucked it up again. You already had called him with a nickname or one of his others names

"What did you want me to do?" You ask in between laughter "Stay at home crying? Feeling miserable because I made the biggest mistake ever? And of all of the persons in Barcelona I went ahead and fell in love with you? But still I went and did nothing to change it? And when I try you absolutely do nothing but say 'you were just from a party to another, you didn't missed me' Of fucking course I missed you!" You were laughing but in reality you were close to the verge of crying

"Hell you've been a constant person in my life for twelve years, Pablo!" You looked at him "No one has ever me stuck with me that much, besides my family of course, but you! To have you next to me 25/8 like we used to be and then out of nowhere not having you at all, also affected me! A lot! I know I provoked that and I'm sorry! I don't control the way I feel it just happened!"

"And I just wanted to let it out! Of course I was secretly hoping you'd say I'm in love with you too, but it wasn't the case and I've been dealing with it and finally made peace with that and I'm here tonight to tell you that I want my best friend back! That I'm moving on from it and that we may not end up together but I don't care about that anymore I just want you to know that I'm not giving up on our friendship, Gavi. Never. I'm back if you want me to be"

Pablo grabbed one of your arms and pulled you into him, you hugged his torso inmediately as he hugged you tighter

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry" Pablo repeatedly leaving kisses in every place reachable for him, your neck, your cheek, eyelid, eyebrows, your ear, your temple, hairline, forehead, all of that without letting you go "I just missed you so much, I was having it bad and seeing you living your life as if you've never missed me broke me completely" He whispered sniffing "Of course I want you back, I love you so much, mi niña" He kissed you repeatedly as you hide your face in the crock of his neck

You didn't know but he just proclaimed his love for you, more than a friendly way, but decided against saying it out loud.

As much as it hurt him, he was the cause of the pain you've gone through these past months and now you were back into his arms and life, he wasn't going to fuck it up.

Two Weeks Later

"C'mon!" Pablo whined in the couch "I SWEAR TO GOD I WON PEDRI IN FIFA LAST TIME!"

"Maybe I was having compassion with you, Pablito" All of the presents in the room laughed as Pablo threw the control in anger to the couch

He went to the kitchen in hopes of finding a snack that could help his sour mood right now when he heard your laugh.

You were at Pedri's for a get-together. Now that you and Pablo mended things up you were spending more and more time together, the guys loving it since they had no more grumpy Pablo and a heartbroken you. And they were happy since they added one more person to your guys group. Samuel.

The guys loved him, of course the poor lad had to pass a test made by Pedri and the guys that joined him, but once that finished the guys cheered for you both and approved Samuel.

So, that meant he was also there with you in your get-togethers

It wasn't easy for Pablo now that he had discovered his true feelings for you, he always made sure to try and not look at the two of you when you were being affectionate. But it was hard, the damn fucker made you happy, your smile when you were around Samuel was three times bigger than usual and even tho Pablo loved to see that kind of smile on your pretty face, he wanted to be the one and produce it.

He couldn't help but walk over where the two of you were sitting a bit parted from the group since you had a bit of headache but didn't wanted to ruin the guys fun

You were reclined on the couch as Samuel was lying in between your legs with his face pressed into your chest, your hands were around his neck as his were around your torso, he was apparently telling you something funny to make you laugh like that.

The mood Pablo had from his mates teasing got worse when he saw you kissing Samuel. He knew he wasn't in place to reclaim something but he wanted to go there and push the guy out of your body.

Samuel's phone dinged as he sighed, if Pablo listened right he said something among the lines of "I have to go home, my little brother fell and sprained his ankle"

Pablo thanked his little brother but forgot you had to answer

"Oh god is Marcelo okay? Fucking hell, that doesn't look good. Let's go" At hearing that Pablo sighed. You were too caring, too lovely... Too perfect for this world to be true.

"Don't worry, princesa" He saw how Samuel wanted to get up but you tightened your holds on your hands and crossed your legs behind his back "Y/N" Samuel laughed

"What?" You asked smiling innocently

"This is a get-together with your friends, I don't want you to miss the fun to be in an hospital for god-knows-how-long with my screaming and annoying little brother-OW!"

"Marcelo is lovely, too bad he's only seven years old, I would've gone for him"

"You're so on" And then he heard your hysterical laughter once more and pleads for him to stop tickling you.

Pablo turned around and saw his sister standing there with crossed arms "Maldición, joder, Aurora" Pablo cursed out "You almost made me shit my pants"

"What are you doing watching Y/N and her boyfriend?"

"I wasn't watching them"

"I've been standing here like five minutes ago"

Pablo sighed "Okay... Maybe I was watching them"

"Why?" Pablo looked at his sister without saying anything as she soon gasped "No way!" She exclaimed a little too loudly

"Shhhh! Nobody knows it!" Gavi silenced her

"You're in love with Y/N?"

"Shhh!" Gavi shushed her pulling his hand up to his sister's mouth "No one knows it, so could you please be quiet about it?" Aurora nodded

"We neeed to talk" Pablo groaned grabbing his sister hand and bringing her over to Pedri's room "What the fuck is wrong with you?" She said inmediately after Pablo closed the door "She told you her feelings for you and you pushed her away!"

"Back then I didn't realized it! I started knowing right during World Cup, she didn't talked to me back then! It would have been a waste telling her and over text!"

"She called you!"

"I was confused!" Pablo exclaimed "If I had realized even before World Cup I wouldn't even have left Spain, fighting for her, but I realized in the middle of it, then when we were eliminated she sent me three texts and ghosted me once more! I fucked it up not reciprocating her feelings and to try and tell her over text: Hey, I realized I'm in love with you. Sorry for the pain I caused you back then. That would've been the worst thing ever! I've seen enough movies, TV shows and I have been with you and her for so long to know exactly what to do and what not to do!"

"When I saw her at the Supercopa I proposed myself to tell her, I wanted to kiss her when I saw her, when I held her I wanted to tell her everything and let her do whatever she wanted to and with me but then she appeared with that guy and with a light smile on, she told me 'He's my boyfriend' I wanted to die at that moment" Pablo shook his head running his fingers through his hair "I have put her through enough pain to just let that wound come back again! She seems happy with him and meanwhile he makes her happy, make her feel loved then I should be as well"

"You're going to love her from far away?" Pablo nodded with his hands on his face, he wanted to cry

"I think I lost my chance, rora"

"You haven't" Aurora said "She still loves you"

"But she's with him" Gavi looked at his sister, tears scaped from his eyes "I won't ruin that for her, I won't be the reason she's sad again" He shook his head "I will be there for her for everything and anything she needs me for, but I'm not ruining her relationship. I'll just wait for her, I'll wait"

Aurora was surprised by the determination on her younger brother, not suttering at all with his words, still, she felt proud, he knew he fucked up but also, he knew how to mend it and wait.

"Have patience, Pabs" She told him hugging her brother tightly "A lot of patience, you'll need it" Pablo nodded reciprocating the hug

"I will" He laughed

He was known for not having an ounce of patience, but he would gain the world's whole patience only for you. And he will do.

After having a moment, Gavi washed his face with water and headed down, to find no Samuel but you still laid on the sofa, he contemplated the fact of going towards the guys who probably will keep making fun of his bad FIFA skills or be with you.

Guess what he decided?

"Buenas" He said with a light smile catching your attention

"Hey, señorito" You smiled putting down your phone "Everything good?" Gavi nodded "What's up?"

"The guys keep making fun of me for being bad at FIFA" You scrunched your face a little

"I don't buy the 'I beat Pedri' thing either"

"BUT I DID!" He exclaimed making you laugh

"C'mere, Gavs" You fixed your position and patted the space on the couch, he just couldn't resist you so he ended up sitting next to you "The only one who can bully you it's me, so let's just sit here for a while and watch funny Tik Tok videos and cute puppy reels" He smiled sitting next to you

"Only because you said cute puppy reels" You smirked leaning over a bit for the two of you to see properly your phone screen

After an hour and half of watching funny videos on your phone, laughing, making comments and sometimes getting sad when something emotional happened, somehow you guys ended up cuddled up into each other.

You leaned into Gavi's chest, sat in between his legs as his back rested in the arm rest, his legs streched out as yours were pulled up at your chest, his arms wrapped around your frame.

Gavi stopped for a second, hearing you laugh, he smiled looking down at you, he indeed was stupid enough for not realizing his feelings soooner.

If he had done that, you could probably be like this but with another status, he sighed lightly accepting for now the fact you were with someone else but as you leaned more into him uncounsciously, giving him a smell of the delicious TRESemmé oil elixir you put to protect your hair and that he often found himself stealing a bit from, he realized he would fight for you, always. To have you by his side and make you happy.

Gavi kissed your hair and temple a couple of times before tightening his hold on you

"Something's wrong?" You ask lightly as he shakes his head

"...Don't think so"

One thing people also known Gavi for was that he was determinated, he never stopped until he had what he wanted.

And he wanted you.

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a/n: Hello loves! I'm back! And this time I've pre written 3/4 of a story...who is she?! I don't know her. Soooo...this little story will have four parts and is (very) loosely based on something that happened in Venice when I saw Joe...(still not over it tbh...heh). Thank you to my warrior editor and influence for this story @barfightzanddiscolightz. <3

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wordcount: 1.9k (she's short)

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You blinked rapidly, trying to adjust your eyes to the brightness that suddenly overtook the previously dimly lit screening room of the cinema you were sitting in. Your brain just wasn't made for such quick changes, especially while it was still processing what had just happened on screen. The film you had chosen to watch was one of those arthouse indie productions that attracts all kinds of people from all walks of life.

Slowly you pushed yourself out of the plush seat and stretched your arms over your head. Your ever-weary limbs and joints popped, and you feared that one of the at least 50 other people in the room had heard it.

Taking your time, you picked up your trusty leather jacket, which had once belonged to your father, and pulled it on. You shoved your hands into its pockets to retrieve your mobile phone. As you checked your unread messages, your eyes moved from the screen to your Dr. Martens-clad feet. You had undone the laces, wanting to be as comfortable as possible. Shrugging, you began to walk down the aisle, the laces whipping your jeans-covered calves, shins, and other seats along the way. You told yourself you would tie them once you had reached the atrium.

With your face almost buried in the screen of your phone, you stepped to the top of the stairs and began your descent. Not even three steps down, you stumbled over your now tangled shoelaces and instantly lost your footing. With a small yelp, you practically flew down the stairs, right into the back of someone's legs. The abrupt stop sent your phone flying down the hallway and past the curtain, as your head snapped back, slamming into the steps. The impact made your breath catch in your lungs and you let out a small whimper.

"Oh my God! Are you alright?"

With blurred vision and eyes refusing to cooperate, you tried to make out who was speaking to you. You knew it was a man from the voice, but his features were a mystery in the blur. Your eyes not working the way you wanted them to made you let out a frustrated sigh. You began slowly blinking your eyes, hoping for a clearer perspective, before giving up and closing them completely.

"Hey! No! Open your eyes!"

You sluggishly opened them again, your vision still as blurred as before. Lifting your arm, you tried to touch the man hovering above you. The movement sent a jolting pain through your arm, up your neck, and into the back of your head.

"Ouch.", you hissed.

"'Yeah, ouch.”, replied the still blurry man. "Please focus on me, can you do that for me?"

"Yep.", you lied. You couldn't focus on shit, because in addition to your blurred vision, your head was throbbing like you'd been hit by a freight train.

"Okay. Cool. You hit your head pretty hard. Can you move your legs?"

You made slow, jerky movements with your legs, wiggling your toes in your boots, not realising he couldn't see them.

"Okay. They work. Good! That means, no spinal injury.”, the man said, obviously relieved. "I'm going to move you now, is that alright?"

You nodded and immediately regretted it. Your head hurt like hell. How could a carpeted step hurt so much?

Warm hands slowly pushed under your arms and knees and then suddenly, but slowly, strong arms lifted you up and close to an even warmer body. As gentle as he was, the movement of your body was still very uncomfortable and made you whimper again.

"I know. I'm sorry.”, the man who was now walking spoke softly. As you both passed through the curtain into the even brighter hallway, you turned your head towards the man's chest to avoid the glaring overhead lights. You pressed your face into the fabric of his top and inhaled deeply. He smelled damn good.

"...is there a room I can take her to? She hit her head on the stairs when she fell. Also, could you call the A&E, I think she has a concussion."

"Sure, follow me please.”, a new feminine voice said and then there was a static crackle. "Henry, can you please call A&E, we have an injured woman with a suspected concussion."

"Copy. A&E is being called.”, came back Henry's very staticky voice over what you assumed was a walkie-talkie.

A few moments later you heard a door open and were carried very carefully into a small, office-like room.

"You can put her on the sofa. The paramedics will be here any minute."

Gently you were lowered onto the sofa. Gone were the strong arms and the warmth, and you began to shiver. Your eyes slowly began to focus, and you could finally see, though still blurred, the man who had been helping you. He was tall and handsome. His dark blonde hair was curly, and his face had a very patchy five o'clock shadow. But the most striking thing about his face was his huge, baby cow eyes, which were currently wearing a worried expression. Your gaze moved slowly down his body. He was wearing brown trousers with black loafers and a beige cable-knit jumper, topped off with a very expensive looking black trench coat. Visually, he was the exact opposite of you. You had opted for your usual all-black autumn outfit.

With a small but noticeable smile, you closed your eyes for a second and another shiver ran through your body. Unexpectedly, you were suddenly covered by a blanket. Slowly you opened your eyes to see that it wasn't a blanket, but the man's trench coat.

"Thank you...", you whispered. You were surprised at how weak your voice sounded, but the drowsiness that was slowly creeping up on you made it difficult to speak. Your eyes closed again.

"You're welcome...hey! No! Don't fall asleep!"

"But I'm so sleepy."

"I know, but you can't."

The man's voice was very close now, and as you felt hands cupping your face, your eyes shot open again. You looked up at him with wide eyes, he was kneeling beside the sofa and his own eyes held yours in an equally steady gaze.

“You literally can’t fall asleep because you took quite the tumble there, Humpty Dumpty and I’m 99 percent sure you incurred a concussion.”, he explained with a grin. "Besides, you keep moving your head when you should be holding it still. If I have to hold your face to keep you awake and mostly still, I will gladly continue holding it."

You didn't respond to him. You just kept staring at him and he had the audacity to just stare back at you with his big, wet, brown puppy dog eyes.

A few moments later there was a knock on the door and two paramedics with a stretcher made their way inside.

"Hello there! You must be our patient.”, one of the paramedics said as he made his way over to you. He then looked down at Mr. Baby-Cow-Puppy-Eyes and spoke again. "Sir, may I ask you to move so we can examine her?"

"Uh... sure.”, he replied, taking his hands off your face, slowly rising to his feet. You groaned weakly as his fingers lightly brushed your jaw and he let out a soft snort before turning to the medic. "I was just trying to keep her awake. She fell down the stairs and hit her head on one of the bottom steps."

"Thank you.”, the second paramedic said, moving in to examine your head and neck. Your rescuer stepped back and moved to the corner of the room with his arms crossed over his chest to wait. He was still in your line of sight, so you looked at him occasionally to make sure he was still there, and every time you did, he smiled sweetly at you.

"Ooookay.", the second paramedic said as soon as she concluded her examination. "You have a mild to moderate concussion and swelling on the back of your head. We need to take you to the hospital for a 24-hour observation."

You frowned at her, and she smiled sympathetically. "Do you want your boyfriend to come with us?"

"Who?" you asked, a confused expression on your face.

"Him.”, she said, pointing to the corner where your knight in a cable-knit jumper was standing.

"I'm not her boyfriend. I'm the one she collided with.”, he chuckled and shook his head.

"Alright, I'll take that as a no.”, the paramedic grinned at him and then down at you. "Are you ready to be hoisted onto the stretcher?"

"Um...", you started, then suddenly panicked as you softly patted your jacket and jeans pockets. Your mobile phone - you didn't have it on you. "Wait! My phone! It must have slipped out of my hand or pockets when I went all humanoid egg earlier..."

Your reference to the handsome man's earlier statement made him burst out into laughter.

"She hasn't lost her sense of humour. Good.”, the first paramedic said with a chuckle, and began to lift you up by your feet, while the other paramedic assisted him by simultaneously lifting you up by your torso. The coat that still covered you was about to slip off your body if you hadn't grabbed it as if it were your lifeline. In a way it was your lifeline, for you were still cold, and the weight of the fabric did an excellent job of keeping you warm.

"I'll go look for it. Just give me a second.”, expensive trench coat guy announced, and quickly slipped out of the room.

Not even five minutes later he returned, waving your mobile phone in the air.

"Here you go.”, he smiled, handing you the phone but not letting go of it. "Please keep me informed about your condition." Just as he started to remove his hand from your phone, he added: "And you can keep my coat for now, but I want it back at some point."

"OK. I will, and you'll get it back... at some point.”, you promised, as the two paramedics wheeled you out of the small room. Halfway down the hallway you suddenly realised that you didn't have his contact details. How were you going to let him know how you were?

"Wait! Stop!", you shouted, making yourself jump more than the two people you were addressing. "Can you please turn around?"

"All right, but just for a second. We really need to get you to the hospital.”, the male paramedic explained impatiently, and they both turned the stretcher around and were about to push you back when you saw him standing in the hallway, leaning against the wall.

"I don't have your number!", you called, waving your mobile.

"Check your contacts.”, he urged with a wink, before pushing himself away from the wall and walking the other way. "Keep me updated!"

"I will!"

The two paramedics turned the stretcher around again and began to push it hastily towards the cinema's delivery entrance where the ambulance was parked. All the while, you unlocked your phone to see if he had really left you his number. He had to have. How else would he get his coat back?

Quickly, you opened your contacts app and there it was: a new entry.

Next to the emoji with the bandage on its head was his name:

Joe.

Grinning to yourself, you locked your phone and put it to your chest as the ambulance sped off to the hospital...

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hermitcraft-8 · 8 months

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so how WOULD you write an accurate Jimmy Solidarity?

rule one: if you told him his shoelaces were untied, he would insist you were wrong and they were.

rule two: when people are mean to him he reacts by trying to prove them wrong. none of this "crying and cowering" bullshit, i want to see a fic where joel and grian convince him to shoot his shot by saying tango or scott or whoever was way out of his league and he stood no chance.

rule three: every time he doesn't fail at something, he promptly embarrasses himself by getting too proud of himself.

rule four: she's transfem she just doesn't know it yet.

#jimmy solidarity

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pilferingapples · 1 year

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I'm dying , @clove-pinks has finally helped me figure out what glove size Gautier is talking about when he says that in 1830 ""I was scarcely eighteen, I was frail and delicate, and I took gloves in seven-and-a-quarter"

a size "for young women or small women"

he was tiny, help

#AAAAH #four people and a shoelace #what the HECK #how was everyone not mentioning that #(because Gautier was the person who did most of the Describing is why. I know. I know #but STILL)#the thing is he bulked up a LOT later #became something of a tank #so this is just. so wild

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Naomi Kritzer's "Liberty's Daughter"

Tomorrow (November 22), I'll be joined by Vass Bednar at the Toronto Metro Reference Library for a talk about my new novel, The Lost Cause, a preapocalyptic tale of hope in the climate emergency.

There's so much sf about "competent men" running their families with entrepreneurial zeal, clarity of vision and a firm confident hand. But there's precious little fiction about how much being raised by a Heinlein dad would suuuck. But it would, and in Naomi Kritzer's Liberty's Daughter, we get a peek inside the nightmare:

https://fairwoodpress.com/store/p148/LIBERTY%27S_DAUGHTER.html

Beck Garrison is a seasteader, living on a floating platform built by libertarian cranks to get away from big government, taxes, and the idea that people owe each other care and consideration. Various kinds of market trufans have built their own fiefdoms: there's a sin city, a biotech free-for-all, a lawless Mad Max zone, and so on.

Beck's father, Paul, is some kind of local functionary. He's wealthy and respected, both a power-broker and a power in his own right. He pays for Beck to get private tutoring (no public schools – no public anything) and if she needs bailing out from some kind of sticky situation, he's got her on his account with Alpha Dogs, the toughest mercenaries on the sea (no police, either). An armed society is a polite society, after all.

Beck has a job, naturally (there ain't no such thing as a free lunch). She's a finder: for all that the steaders worship commerce as a sacrament consecrated to the holy Invisible Hand, there's not a lot of retail at sea. California – the nearest onshore neighbor – has lots of pesky taxes, and besides, it's a long ways off. Besides, space is at a premium on the stead, so people don't have attics and basements to fill with excess consumer junk.

Instead, when a steader needs something – a shoelace, a fashion accessory, or any other creature comfort – they hire a finder like Beck to clamber around between the decks of the aircraft carriers, scows, yachts and other vessels comprising the stead. It's a good way for Beck to earn spending money, and she's a natural at it. After all, she's been a steader since she was four, when her mother died in a drunk driving accident and her father took her to sea.

The story opens with a finding job. Beck wants a pair of sparkly shoes for her client, and the woman who owns them is an indentured servant whose sister has gone missing. Find the sister, get the shoes.

Indentured servant? Yeah, of course. Freedom of contract is the one freedom from which all the others flow, so you can sell yourself into bond labor. Hell, maybe you can earn enough to buy a share in the stead and become a co-owner/citizen.

This is the setup for Beck's adventure, which sees her liberating bond slaves tricked into fatal work details, getting involved in reality TV production, meeting illegal IWW organizers, and becoming embroiled in a pandemic that threatens the lives of all the steaders. It's a coming of age novel, told with the same straightforward, spunky zeal of Heinlein's juvies, but from the perspective of the daughter, not the dad.

Kritzer makes it clear that growing up under the thumb of a TANSTAAFL-worshipping, self-regarding, wealthy autocrat who worships selfishness as the necessary precondition for market clearing would be a goddamned nightmare. She also thinks through some of the important implications of life in one of these offshore libertarian archipelagos, like the fact that the wealthy residents would be overwhelming drawn from the ranks of corporate criminals and tax-cheats, and the underclass would be bail-skipping proles ensnared in the War on Drugs.

But Liberty's Daughter isn't a hymn to big government. Most of the steaders are escaping the US government, a state whose authoritarian and cruel proclivities are well-documented. Kritzer uses the labor dispute at the core of the novel to reveal market authoritarianism – the coercive power that hunger and poverty transfers from the have-nots to the haves. Think of Anatole France's wry observation that "the law, in its majestic equality, equally forbids the rich as well as the poor to sleep under bridges, to beg in the streets, and to steal bread."

If you're familiar with Kritzer's work, you won't be surprised to learn that she tells a zippy, fast moving tale that smuggles in sharp observations about the cleavage lines between solidarity and selfishness. Her story "So Much Cooking" – published years before the pandemic – captured life under lockdown with eerie prescience:

https://pluralistic.net/2020/04/17/pack-of-knaves/#so-much-cooking

More recently, her "Better Living Through Algorithms" is a dazzling display of knifework that'll cut you a dozen times before you even notice that you're bleeding:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/05/02/wunderkammer/#jubillee

If you habitually read Kritzer's short fiction, Liberty's Daughter might be familiar to you, as it is adapted from a series of stories that originally ran in The Magazine of Fantasy and Science Fiction. Kritzer's YA debut, Catfishing on the CatNet, was also adapted from a short story, "Cat Pictures Please," which won the Hugo Award in 2016:

https://boingboing.net/2019/11/19/setec-astronomy-kitteh.html

"Libertarian exit" – buying a country, or an archipelago, or just a luxury bunker – has been in the air lately. It's a major element of my new novel, The Lost Cause, which came out this month – anarchocapitalist wreckers try to sabotage the Green New Deal from the seastead they've moored to the tallest point in the drowned Grand Caymans and declared to be a sovereign nation:

https://us.macmillan.com/books/9781250865939/the-lost-cause

Kritzer is great at catching that zeitgeist. Seasteading is part of a long, bitter dream of a certain kind of selfish person to escape society, a tale told in lurid and fascinating detail in Raymond Craib's 2022 history Adventure Capitalism:

https://pluralistic.net/2022/06/14/this-way-to-the-egress/#terra-nullius

There's a longstanding joke to the effect that you can shut down any discussion of the merits of a libertarian exit by asking three questions about the brave new world:

Whether you can sell your organs;

Whether you can sell yourself into slavery; and

Whether there is any age of consent.

Kritzer tackles the first two, but tacks around the third. Instead, by giving us a young adult protagonist who has been raised in a rusting libertopia, she finds a decidedly less incendiary way to think about the role of autonomy in adolescents, and thus generates far more light than heat.

The result is a cracking read with a sting in its tail.

If you'd like an essay-formatted version of this post to read or share, here's a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/11/21/podkaynes-dad-was-a-dick/#age-of-consent

#pluralistic

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lostbetweenvampiresandmusic · 3 months

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Hi! I was wondering if request are still available, if you could do one where all the boys find out their mate making or has made dolls of them. I think that they could have a cute sit funny reaction. I will leave most of it to you!

I hope you like this!💜

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I'd always been creative if I were to believe both my parents and my teachers. I had always been drawing during class, making papercranes out of the burgerwrappers if we went out for dinner. I was always just making things. I was nine when I read Coraline. The creepy button-eyed dolls, the fear of having your own eyes replaced by buttons - as a kid it terrified me. As an adult, it was my inspiration.

Ever since I was seventeen, I'd been making these dolls, and now, at twenty-three, I'd say that I was incredibly skilled at making them. The dolls I made were sometimes based on real people, but lately, I based them on people I'd seen in my dreams. These four faces had - haunted is the best word to describe it, but I enjoyed their sudden presence in my dreams - haunted my dreams for weeks now. They showed up right after I had decided to move to Santa Carla. I wasn't quite sure yet if the dreams were trying to tell me something, but I decided that I needed to make those faces real. So, over the course of about three weeks, I made four dolls. One with an almost white mullet and ice blue buttons for eyes, wearing all black. A brunette with golden brown buttons and a jaguar painted on his jacket sleeve. A curly blond with green buttons and a colourful jacket that I hated making, and finally the last blond, once again with blue eyes, wearing an old fashioned tailcoat.

I had admired these dolls for weeks, having them up on my shelf. After a couple of months, I finally found an apartment in Santa Carla, and I had to pack them up. Once there, in my new apartment, I kind of forgot about them. Of course, I knew I made the dolls and that I kept them in the box that was now somewhere in my closet, but I didn't take them out. Not until almost a year later.

Santa Carla was lively, magnificent, and spectacular - during the night at least. During the day, I realised it wasn't much of anything, so I decided to spend my days working and my nights enjoying all that the town had to offer. It was one night when I went out to grab a movie that I noticed them. The four faces I had seen in my dreams. The four people I had turned into dolls. I freaked. I dropped the movie, turned around ignoring the calls of the owner, and ran off.

This wasn't happening. They weren't real - they were figments of my imagination. They had to be - dreams aren't real. They weren't real. Right? I ran home, trying to forget their faces, trying to ignore the fact that apparently they were real.

In the days after, I spotted them everywhere. In the grocery store. In line for the big dipper. At the concert down at the beach. Everywhere I went, I swore they went as well. I still wasn't sure if I was terrified, confused, or just freaked out by it. I had tried to reason with myself, that maybe I had seen their faces in some magazine before, or that maybe they had traveled througn my home town once. After all, some people do say that you can't dream up a face you haven't seen before. But then again, I would have remembered that, right? Guys, this handsome? Yeah, no, I definitely would have remembered seeing them before.

One Friday night, about four weeks after I began to see them everywhere, I noticed that my shoelaces were loose. Kneeling down to tie them, not realising I had been kneeling down next to their bikes, I heard four voices behind me. I looked up and saw them. I felt the blood drain from my face.

"Are you alright?" The blonde with the tailcoat asked me.

"Yeah?" My voice was higher than usual, and I couldn't help but cringe a little at how uncertain I sounded.

"Why do you keep running from us?" The curlyhaired one asked.

"No reason?" I didn't like where this was going. How do you tell someone that you keep running because you saw their face in a dream and then made a doll inspired by it - and expect them to not hate you because you're a freak? If that happened to me, I would be horrified and call the cops telling them I was being stalked, honestly.

"Marko, you're scaring them," the brunette spoke up. He looked at me with a certain kindness I couldn't quite place. All of them looked kind at me, friendly even - while I'd never spoke to them before, and while I was certain they never acted this way towards strangers, which was what I was. Right?

"Who are you?" I asked, finally getting their names. The names suited them, and I smiled a little. I introduced myself in turn, and was about to leave when David spoke up.

"You want to come along for dinner?"

"Sure."

Where did that come from? I didn't even know them, I had actively avoided them, and now I was about to eat with them? I had no idea why I said yes, but looking back now, I am glad I did. Because that one dinner turned into a nightly thing. I enjoyed their company, their conversations, the way they were relaxed and easy going and just everything you could hope for in a friend group. Every night, I'd meet up with them, ride some rides, find some food to eat, and then just hang out and have fun. Over time, I couldn't imagine my life without them. I couldn't imagine not seeing them every single night, not speaking with them, or hanging out with them. And, worst of all, I was crushing hard. Very hard. On all of them. They just had to look at me, and I'd melt into a puddle. Honestly, I would do anything for them.

It was one November night, about five months after I met them, that things began to change.

"What are we doing tonight?" I asked, sipping on some coke I'd bought.

"You got some boxes for moving?" David asked, and I nodded.

"Yeah, why?"

"We think it's time you move in."

"In the cave? You want me to live with you?"

"Yeah."

I grinned, hugging him tightly before grinning at the other boys. "Let's go then!" I tried to throw my empty coke can into the trash, but I missed by a foot - causing me to grumble as I picked it up and tried again. This time, I was successful.

Paul chuckled as he helped me step onto the back of his bike, and we quickly drove off to my apartment. Once there, I quickly grabbed the boxes and began to put my stuff in there. Clothing, books, craft materials - it wasn't until I heard Marko say something that I remembered I had my guys. As dolls. In a box, in my closet.

"These are so cool. You even got Pauls hair right!" he picked both the Marko- and the Paul-doll up and looked at them. "When did you make these?"

"A while back," I said. It wasn't a lie, not really. Paul took his doll, mumbling something about his hair being perfect the way it was, and that the doll was a testament to that.

Dwayne looked at me, and I knew he realised I wasn't telling everything. "I made them before I moved here."

"Nine months ago?" I nodded at Dwayne's question.

"How?" Paul had picked his doll up, putting it in his coat pocket after giving it a look of approval.

"This is going to sound creepy."

"So?" David shrugged. I sat down on my bed, sighing deeply before telling them.

"I saw you four in multiple dreams. I was curious and I made the dolls after I had those dreams."

"That explains why you avoided us when you just got here." David lit a cigarette, chuckling when he realised that the doll version of him had a tiny cigarette stuck behind its ear.

"Yeah, I mean - I was really freaked out." I stopped to think for a moment. "Wait, why are you four not freaked out?"

"We had similar dreams." Paul said.

"What?"

"Yeah," Marko nodded, "we knew you were coming."

"Why?" Seriously, this was getting creepy. Just a little.

"You like us, right?" Dwayne asked.

"Yeah."

"And you know what we are?"

"Vampires. Yes, we covered that."

"And you remember when we told you about mates?"

"Yeah, but what does that have to do with - oh..."

"Yeah." Dwayne nodded.

"So I'm -" I pointed at all four of them, and they nodded, "and that's why the dreams happened?"

"Yeah." Marko grinned, packing up a final box.

"So that I'm madly crushing on all four of you is because of that? We're supposed to be together?"

"Yes," David chuckled. He grabbed to boxes and walked outside, flying off into the night to bring them to the cave. I was quiet for a bit, smiling to myself. I was their mate? I belonged with them? That was absolutely amazing.

That night, when every last box was moved to the cave, I asked the boys if they wanted to stay with me that night. I always felt a little weird, sleeping somewhere new, and I just knew that I'd feel safe if they stayed with me. The bed they'd given me was more than big enough, and the five of us easily fitted on there. I laod down in the middle of the bed, surrounded by the boys, each covered by their own blanket. Arms and hands and legs were touching, tangled between the legs and arms of others. But even then, I had never been more comfortable. Slowly, I drifted off to sleep, surrounded by my mates.

When I woke up the next afternoon, I couldn't help but smile when I noticed that they'd grabbed the dolls I made and that they lay on the bed with us.

#the lost boys #marko #david #paul #tlb #dwayne #the lost boys 1987 #tlb 1987 #the lost boys x reader #lost boys

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vanfleeter · 25 days

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fluffy dad!jake blurb 💙:

Remember Tommy's obsession with Winnie the Pooh?

Well, the family finally plans a trip to Disney World. Which means, Tommy has to meet Pooh.

So while everyone is occupied with their lunch, and Tommy scarfed down his food, he begs and pleads Jake to go find Pooh. "I want to Pooh to meet my Pooh! Daddy, please can we go now?"

Jake tells you that they'll meet up with everyone in Tomorrowland before standing from the table and grabbing Tommy's book bag. And off they go through the crowded theme park on a search for Pooh. Thanks to the app that Jake downloaded, he was able to locate Pooh.

Tommy pulls on Jake's hand, begging him to walk a little faster, "I don't want to miss Pooh! Come on!"

"I'm going as fast as I can." Jake chuckles. "But you better slow down or you're gonna trip. What have we said about moving fast when there's a lot of people around?"

Tommy huffs and stops in front of Jake. "We can trip and fall and hurt ourselves."

"Correct, now relax and slow down."

Tommy looks up at Jake, his brows furrowed and he points a stern finger at him. "If I miss Pooh because you made me walk, I'll be upset."

But yet he still runs, completely ignoring Jake's warning. Knowing how clumsy Tommy is, considering the fact that he's his kid, Jake kept close. And he is sure glad that he did. As Tommy rounds the corner, he steps on his shoelace that had come undone in his race to find Pooh. Jake rushes up quickly and snatches him up before he can hit the ground.

"And that is why we walk." He says.

"I would have been fine.." Tommy says as he roughly tugs his shirt back into place.

"Oh really? You want to tell that to your body as it flopped like a fish?"

"I get it from you.." Tommy says as Jake goes to tie his shoes.

Well.. He isn't wrong..

Finally they reach the spot and find Pooh catching butterflies. Tommy lets go of Jake's hand and runs up to the fence that borders the area. Jake picks him up, resting him on his hip--a decision he's going to regret later.

Tommy successfully grabs Pooh's attention, who then waddles over to the fence. "Hi Pooh!" Tommy excitedly says as he high fives Pooh. "Look! I brought my own Pooh!" He holds up the small stuffed Pooh. Pooh silently laughs and pretends to blush. "Daddy reads me your story every night before bed.

Tommy may be his kid, but he sure speaks animatedly like his Uncle Joshy. The excitement flows right out of the small body as he excitedly tells Pooh about all of the adventures that he and Jake go on every night before bed and how Uncle Sammy is going to try to experiment with floating with balloons like Pooh does to get honey.

But the time comes where they have to say their goodbyes. So after a couple pictures and one final hug and a high five, Jake is carrying the still energized four year old back through the park.

"Was it awesome?" Jake asks.

"Yes! It was so much fun!" Tommy says, throwing his arms in the air. "Now we can go ride the speedway! I'm finally tall enough to ride it!"

#jake kiszka #greta van fleet #greta van fleet fic #greta van fleet fanfic #jake kiszka fanfic #jake kiszka fic #gvf #dad!jake #jake kiszka fluff #jake kiszka blurb

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writing-is-a-martial-art · 1 year

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For new users:

You are in the Ball Pit. You always begin in the Ball Pit. Everything has begun in the Ball Pit, and some say that is where everything shall end. The Ball Pit is not bottomless, although it has no end - the Ball Pit simply is. Everywhere. Always.

You try to find your way out of the ball pit - you swim, but the slippery plastic spheres do not let you make much progress. You try to walk, but the hard surface of the balls bruises your arms, hands, face. In the end, you waddle on all fours, gripping to the bottom of the pit with each step. You feel silly, at first, but the thought quickly leaves you. You are as happy as a child, a small creature making its way through the underbrush. You do not carry the burden of pride.

You wander until you hear rustling. You stop and listen and look, and a person passes by you, dressed in a large hoodie, their hair dyed blue. They're going on all fours, like you, but, unlike you, they seem confident in their movements. Another person is moving in their direction - you can see their silhouette through gaps between the balls and the light that passes through the plastic. The two stop, look at each other.

"I like your shoelaces," says the one you cannot see.

"Thanks, I stole them from the president," answers the blue-haired one.

The two giggle, stand up and hug, and you want to warn them about the bruises, but they seem not to notice.

They walk away, their steps light, hands wrapped around each other's shoulders. Their conversation gets muffled in the Pit.

'I wish I could do that', you think, and then you think: 'I'm glad they're having a fun time'. Something unfurls in your chest. The balls around you do not feel as heavy on your back. You continue on your way.

Smoke passes through the Pit, a sweet smell of something that isn't a fire or cigarettes. You hear laughter and bits of a conversation. You follow the sound and the smoke and soon you see three women are talking and laughing and passing around a joint. The smoke is so dense it pushes away the balls, creating a sphere of open space around them.

"Hello!," you say, "I'm terribly sorry, but do you know how to leave the Pit?"

They all look at you. They look at each other. They laugh.

"There is no leaving the Pit, silly," says the one to the left.

"You take the Pit with you wherever you go," adds the one on the right.

"So make yourself at home, honey." smiles the one in the middle.

You nod and stutter and shuffle away. 'What strange women,' you think, the idea of this being home so foreign it couldn't possibly settle.

You walk and walk and walk some more, until you stumble upon - and almost trip over - a creature. With its small, roundish shape you almost mistook it for a ball.

"Have the best day, stranger!" it looks up at you with kind eyes, "may all your days be the best."

"Thank you, uhh… "

"Snom!"

"Snom. Do you know how to get out of the Ball Pit?"

The creature makes a confused sound - a terribly cute one, you must admit. "What is a 'Ball Pit'?"

"Where we are now. This place-" you try to make a sweeping gesture, but find it difficult because of all the balls.

"Are there other places besides this one?" the creature turns its head to the side, questioning.

"Yes, of course! There's cities, and countries all full of people."

"And where are they?"

"Where?... On planet Earth, I guess."

"And this planet, is it a ball?"

"I- well, sort of, I guess so?"

"Then it must be somewhere in the Ball Pit!" a happy Snom jumps up and down, "follow me, I'll help you find it!"

You follow the creature, unsure of how a planet could fit somewhere in here, but still grateful for the help.

Before you can take more than a few steps, an old, rickety bus zooms out of the depths of the pit and screeches to a stop right in front of you. There's something written on the side of it, but before you can read anything after 'DOWN WITH' the doors slam open, and a group of people with matching shirts jump out, look you up and down, make a few 'humph' sounds and drag you inside. One of them smiles at Snom, who waves their tiny paw at you in a goodbye. The bus doors shut.

"Please!" you say, "I- I haven't done anything, and nobody would pay much for me, please, just-"

"I can see you haven't done anything," says the person nearest to you. Your eyes adjust to the dim lighting, and you are almost sure they have the same blue hair and large black hoodie as the one who said they stole shoelaces. "Have you tried any pronouns? Dyed your hair a fun color? Tried wearing a suit and make-up together? Come on, live a little!"

"I… " you stop, because you haven't dyed your hair, and you haven't tried any names or pronouns aside from which you were given, and now that they mention it, it might not be so bad, at least to get these people to leave you alone.

"Come on, dear," says a person in a rainbow-colored wizard robe, and you realize that the black mass crawling near them is hundreds of rats, "let me do your make-up."

You decide not to argue with a gang that has a rat-summoning wizard in it if they seem to just want to mess with you a little, and so you sit at the offered spot and let them do their thing.

While they choose their tools and pick colors palettes (they tried asking for your opinion on them but you kept saying 'yes' to everything so now they're just doing their thing), you look around the bus. The light is colored and muted by the plastic balls and then made even more sparse by passing through the bus windows, but you notice a normal-looking person clinging to the arm of a giant wolf-like man-beast.

You wave at them. The person grins. The wolf? man? creature??? growls.

"Are you… okay?" you lean forward and whisper to the person.

"Oh absolutely," they answer instantly, " This is my werewolf boyfriend!! He *** and ****** in my ****** until I ******* and then it ****** all over the place! I love him so much."

"Wow. Good for you," you say and lean back, trying to banish the mental image. This must not be healthy, right? I mean, that's practically a beast. And that whole….interaction…. sounds pretty painful. But the way the enamored person looks up at their partner doesn't make it seem wrong. Some new warmth settles in your chest.

"There ya go, dude!" the wizard shows you the result of their work in a reflective orb they fetch out of their sleeve. Your jawline looks sharper, your lips colored dark purple.

You don't look like you always do, but you do look like yourself. A strange feeling, on par with the strange place. You can't say you hate it.

"Thanks, uh, dude," you say, and carefully, all so carefully, not to anger the rat wizard or the lycanthrope fellow, stand up. Nobody's holding you back or trying to stop you.

"How're you feeling?" The blue-haired person asks.

"Alright… good, I think. "

"Great! " they clap and usher you to the door, "now you better leave, we still need to get our favorite wizard to the skeleton war. Have a good one!"

With that, they practically shove you out of the bus and back into the multi-colored mess of the Ball Pit. You watch as the bus powers its way away. You didn't ask them about the exit.

You walk, the balls bouncing out of your way - this used to be harder, hadn't it? The orbs feel kind of like you would imagine the inside of a fizzy drink to feel if it was dry.

Out of nowhere, a red dodgeball hits you on the head. You hold it and stare at it, scratching the forming bruise. "What in god's name?... " you mutter.

"You should say something interesting now," says a leisurely, melodic voice. You look around and spot a radiant young man in a tunic leaning against some of the balls. You were not aware one could do that.

"Uhm… I? I think it might rain on Thursday?" you figured out it's best not to argue with people here.

The man sighs. "Prophecy wasted," he mutters and turns to leave.

"Wait! Do you know how to leave the Ball Pit?" you shout before he disappears.

"Why would you do something so useless, waster of gifts?" he shrugs without turning back. The dodgeball is still in your hands.

You walk some more. Your feet are getting sore and you're just this side of exhausted, so when you see a small stone shrine you sit down, leaning against its warm wall. You nap, and, once you feel your fatigue lift, leave your dodgeball at the shrine's base as a small offering.

"Apollo's gift? That's a new one." you hear a voice in your head. "I'm afraid I cannot offer you anything-"

"There you go again, old fellow," another voice cuts the first one off, " we both know you can offer plenty."

"Not as much as you."

"Oh, much more than me. But we must be scaring the young'un. Hello, little one! I'm Arepo, the god of everlasting friendship, and this is the god of Every Humble Beauty in the World."

"You, introducing me all fancy and leaving scraps of your own title... At least know, little one, I am also the god of Arepo."

You nod, not entirely sure why one god would be the god of another, or why the gods of everlasting friendship and humble beauty would share a temple, but your rest was sweet, and the two sound kindly.

"Do you know if there is any end to the Ball Pit?" you ask the two.

"I do not think so,," says the God of Every Humble Beauty and Arepo, "but I'm not sure there should be."

You nod and thank them, and continue on your journey. After what feels like a few hours or perhaps a few years, you see something ahead. Blue, light pink, bright pink. The evening sky.

You stop and stare. The sunset is beautiful. The sunset must mean an exit. The end to the Ball Pit. The end of your journey. It wasn't all that bad here, was it?

You take a step forward. Another. One more. You squint, and laugh, and sigh, and run your fingers along the mural.

From the lightest periwinkle to burning red to the almost-black of deep in the night to light blue again. Where the mural ends, instead of an artist's signature, the friendly lettering asks you 'Do you like the color of the sky?'.

You do. You do like the color of the sky.

Light passes through the balls, and you wonder how they ever felt restricting, floating around you like colorful fireflies. You can see for miles ahead, a space filled with bizarre people doing even more bizarre things.

You take a deep breath. Step forward.

You are no longer trapped in the Ball Pit.

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