#what a day to start with shakira!!

[milawritesstuff]

A/N: This was written based on Shakira’s acrostico and the adorable clip of Pedri with the little girl at the Liga celebration in Camp Nou. Anything in italics is flash backs. Enjoy :)

If someone has the gif of Pedri with the little girl can you send it to me to add it onto here please?!?

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gif borrowed from @pedripics

You heard Pedri shut the door to your bedroom in rage as you stood in the kitchen. Your heart was beating fast and with the silence around you, you were sure if anyone else had been there they would have been able to hear it. The last few weeks between the two of you hadn’t been very smooth. One argument after another, he had spent more time traveling with the team than at home, and that didn’t help either.

You took a few seconds to calm yourself down before walking over to the bedroom and talking to him. You had planned a nice dinner where you were going to give him the news. It had been eating you up for days and you had finally made your mind. You weren’t sure you were ready but you knew that together you and Pedri would be able to get through it together.

Unfortunately, Pedri didn’t come home on time. You called and sent him messages but they all went unanswered. Towards the end of the night your calls ended up going directly to voicemail. When he walked into the home you were sitting at the kitchen table. You looked up at him. “Hey.” He said as he put his keys down. You scoffed looking at the cold food that had waited alongside you for him.

-Ni de coña, hey, that’s all you have to say?- You raised your voice. It was almost as if this missed dinner had been the final straw for you.

-What do you want me to say?- He responded as he banged on the kitchen table with his fists startling you.

-Where were you?-

-Around.- He said coldly shutting down your questioning.

-I called and messaged you…- He cut you off.

-I know and I had to turn my phone off because you didn’t let me enjoy myself.- He stared into your eyes as he said this. Not a single bit of remorse in his eyes. You bit your inner lip as you tried to hold your composure. You felt your throat choke with sadness and emptiness. This wasn’t the man you had fallen in love with.

He turned around and began to walk away from where you were sitting.

-We were supposed to have dinner together and I was going to…- He interrupted you again as he stopped walking.

-And you were supposed to what? Seguir jodiendo? I can’t ever do anything because you want to know where I am, who I’m with. The day I cheat on you, you won’t even know it.-

-What’s what supposed to mean? That you’re already planning it?- You asked holding back tears.

He brushed his hands through his hair as he turned around to look at you frustrated. -This is so broken, why do we keep on doing this?- He said as he walked towards the hallway and into the bedroom.

-Que quieres?- He said as you opened the door to the bedroom.

-I think we should talk.-

-I don’t want to talk. I come home after days of being away and we can’t even last a few minutes before we start to argue.-

You rolled your eyes, standing silent for a few seconds. You tried to eat your ego up and not say anything. This wasn’t the right time. But of course you couldn’t.

-Why do you act like it’s always my fault?

He turned over to look at you. -Because maybe it is. It’s always Pedri why are you doing this. Pedri why didn’t you call.-

You interrupted him. -If something is broken, you try to fix it, you don’t throw it away. But if that’s how you feel, then I’m not sure why we’re even together.- you spat back after taking a deep breath trying to mask your need to cry.

-I honestly don’t know either.- He responded, immediately regretting the words.

But he was too proud to admit it to you. He sat on the bed scrolling through his phone while you packed your luggage. You rummaged through your clothes and packed a few of your things. You threw your clothes into the luggage as you tried your best to hold in your tears. You felt a knot in your throat as you wiped the tears forming in your eyes.

You grabbed the last shirt when you heard something fall to the ground. You picked up the positive pregnancy test you were going to give to him tonight. You bit your bottom lip trying not to cry as you held the test close to you.

I’m sorry. You whispered as you rubbed your stomach. But he will be better off without us.

You didn’t dare look at him when you walked out of the closet. He looked up from his phone. -Adonde vas?- Where are you going? He asked.

You continued to walk as you pulled the luggage and threw your purse over your shoulder. -Lejos de aqui.- Far from here.

-Estas exagerando.- You’re exaggerating. He said as he stood up from the bed following you.

You felt his steps behind you. You wanted to turn around and tell him everything. Show him the love the two of you felt had formed something beautiful, a life. But you knew that wasn’t the right thing to do.

He needed his freedom and that’s what you were going to give to him. The constant arguments had gotten to be too much.

You wiped your eyes and turned around to look at him stopping him dead in his tracks in front of you. Neither of you said anything for a few seconds. You took that time to look into his beautiful chocolate brown eyes and try to memorize them forever.

-Leave if you want to, I’m not going to beg you to stay.- He said staring at you. You took a deep breathe and began to walk away.

-Adios, Pedro.-

You walked out of the house as fast as you could and got into your car. You began to drive away in silence. You felt as if something was stuck in your throat. And finally a few streets away you let yourself break down. The tears began to roll out of your eyes and you couldn’t help but scream profanities as you hit your steering wheel out of anger. As the tears continued, you felt an emptiness in your stomach. You felt anxious thinking the baby could feel all of the sadness, thinking how horrible of a mother you were already to him or her.

You felt disappointed that this new life had been formed without love. You knew perfectly when you had gotten pregnant because it had been the last time you and Pedri had been together. He had came home drunk and late again. You argued and went to sleep only to be woken up by him asking you to forgive him. You fell right back into his trap and before you knew it you were having sex. But he didn’t kiss you like he used to. His sole focus was on how he felt. His hands didn’t caress your body as they once had. Once he was done he stood up from the bed and went to sleep on the couch leaving you a crying mess in the bed. You knew better but you still wanted to fix things. You were so caught up in not trying to lose him that you failed to see you already had.

-When are you going to tell him?- Asked your mom as she walked over to your bedroom window and opened up the curtains. The light from the sun hit your eyes and you took your covers and placed them over you.

-For what?- You said from under the covers.

-It’s his child.-

You had been back home in Valencia for two weeks since leaving Pedri. You would start your studies again in Valencia and completely forget about Barcelona. Pedri had called you that night as you drove from Barcelona to Valencia. He called the next day. But three days later his calls stopped coming in.

-He gave up in three days mama, I don’t think he’s going to care.-

Your mom had been shocked when you arrived to the home after driving almost four hours. She rubbed her sleepy eyes as she opened the door and saw you stand in front of her, your eyes puffy and red while you held on to one of Pedri’s jerseys. You didn’t have to say anything, immediately throwing yourself into her arms as you nuzzled your face on her shoulder. Again breaking down as you cried in your mother’s arms.

-Esta bien, mi niña.- She reassured you as she patted your back. You felt your body fall more into her, completely vulnerable.

-No, se ha ido todo al carajo- No, everything’s gone to shit. You said as you finally let go of your mother and she closed the door behind you. You fell onto the couch still holding onto his jersey. You had grabbed it without thinking. The smell of Pedri still lingering. Your mother followed you into the living room and stood there trying to take it all in.

-Mami.- You said in between sobs, holding his jersey against your body.

-Que ha pasado, cariño?-

She asked looking down at you. She had been woken up by the knocks on the front door somewhat frustrated but all of that frustration had now turned to worry as she saw you breaking in front of her. Your dad had passed two years ago, and she has given you the space you needed, even if that meant you hardly visited her. In a way she knew you were safe by the way Pedri looked at you when you were together. The way he melted at everything you did. But she hadn’t been around lately. In fact you had avoided her coming over because you were convinced that anyone who spent more than five minutes with the two of you could tell right away your relationship was breaking.

-I’m pregnant.- You looked up at her with pleading eyes. You were just twenty and sure it wasn’t the ideal situations but you didn’t need scolding, you needed her acceptance. You sat there as your own words replayed in your head. It was the first time you said it out loud. In a matter of seconds it felt more real. Your mother embraced you in a hug as the two of you cried. In that moment she didn’t understand the situation but she didn’t want to push you. She knew better with you.

Eventually you had told her most of what had happened. She encouraged you to tell him, telling you he had a right to know.

-What for? So we can get back together and be miserable for the rest of our lives with each other?-

Your mom shook her head knowing you had gotten your stubbornness from your father. -You don’t have to get back with him. Just let him know.-

-You know how he is. He will feel responsible and feel like he has to be with me. I don’t want him to be with me out of pity.-

Despite not agreeing with you she knew it wasn’t her place. She kept her mouth quiet and offered you support.

As the weeks went by you began to see news about Pedri out with people. A few models, some influencers. He looked happy. Meanwhile your belly began to grow. Your mom helped you with massages at night after long days. Some nights you cried yourself to sleep as you felt your life crumble down. You had no idea how you were going to take care of yourself, let alone your baby.

You sat in your car, crying, outside of the clinic when they told you the gender of the baby.

You closed your eyes and remembered how excited Pedri would get when the two of you spoke about your future children.

-Maybe two or three.- He said as the two of you laid on his bed. He laid on his stomach as you faced the ceiling. One of his arms draped around your body as one of your hands played with his hair.

-At least two. I always wished I had a sibling.- You said as an only child.

-What would we name them?- He asked as the two of you laid there. -I don’t know.- You said with a smile on your face.

-If it’s a girl, Rosie como mi madre.- Like my mother. He said. You laughed. -Vale, but if it’s a boy then Sergio como mi padre.- like my father. He smiled and agreed.

A few weeks later you found yourself in Barcelona picking up paperwork from school. Before heading back home you stopped by a small convenience store to pick up some snacks for the train. As you turned a corner you felt your body smash against somebody else causing you to drop everything in your hands.

-I’m sorry.- Said the voice above you as you leaned down trying to grab everything from the floor. You weren’t as agile as you used to be and found it difficult to get up from the floor.

-Joder, help me get up. I need a little help here.- You said as you looked up and your eyes met with Gavi’s.

-Y/N.- He said with eyes wide open and a startled look on his face, his eyes on your pregnant belly.

-Pablo.- You responded as you let go of his hand and grabbed the snacks against your body.

-You. You’re pregnant.- He said pointing towards your belly.

-Si.- You responded quickly hoping he didn’t ask any more questions.

-Is it, is it Pedri’s?- He asked timidly. You rolled your eyes.

-No Pablo. I’ve met someone else.-

He accepted your response. -Take care.- He said as he began to take a step away from you, only stopping when he heard you call out his name.

-Pablo, please don’t tell him.-

He looked at you with pleading eyes. -But he’s my best friend.-

-It’s not his, it doesn’t matter.- You said holding on to your stomach.

-I just don’t understand.- He said. -You leave and meet someone else and get pregnant? It hasn’t even been a year and you’re about to have this baby. He loved you.-

-You’re right, he loved me. But he didn’t love me anymore when I left, Pablo.-

-No, joder you should see him. He didn’t take it well. He’s not the same anymore, he still...-

You interrupted him. -He still what, Pablo? He still loves me? I’ve seen the pictures. He didn’t look too sad holding all of those girls’ hands.-

Gavi shook his head. -Promise me it’s not his. He would never forgive me if I knew and didn’t tell him.-

You shook your head. -It’s not his, Gavi. Don’t tell him, it will break him.-

Gavi agreed and left the store.

You went into labor a few weeks later, luckily knowing Gavi had kept his promise because Pedri had not tried to contact you.

Your mom rushed around the apartment as she grabbed all of your stuff and the two of you walked towards the car. Once at the hospital everything seemed like a blur. The nurse pushed you through the hallways as your mother joined behind. You felt a hole in the pit of your stomach as you saw other couples around. Despite the pain of being in labor it hurt you more to think about what Pedri would have been doing if he was by your side. Would he have been frantic and anxious, yelling at all of the cars who got in his way as he drove you to the hospital. Having to run back to the car because he forgot your bag. Or would he have been calm, eager for the arrival of your baby and given you the strength you needed in this moment.

Tears began to fall down your eyes because you knew it was nonsense. It didn’t matter what he would have been like because he wasn’t there. You were alone.

You felt yourself lose your last breath as you pushed one more time. Your mother held on to your hand as you heard the cry. Your body fell backwards onto the bed as you realized your job was done. You tried to catch your breathe as you laid against the pillow. A second layer they placed Rosie on your bare chest. You looked down at her and smiled, quickly counting all of her toes and fingers. Everything stood still. The noise went away, it was just you and her. She looked up at you and your felt tears come falling down your face when you realized she had his beautiful brown eyes.

Eventually the nurses and doctor left, your mother excused herself to give you time and you sat there with her in your arms. You continued to cry as your heart had never felt this type of love. You were sure your love for her would never end. As she looked up at you, you promised her she would never see you this fragile again. You were going to be strong for her.

You were able to return to your uni classes while your mother helped you take care of Rosie. It wasn’t ideal but you made it work. You stayed up all night doing your class work while she slept, and went to class and worked a job while your mother helped you with her. Sometimes you were able to bring her along.

Having Rosie made you stronger but also broke you in a way. She reminded you of her father every day. From the way she scrunched up her nose and pouted her lips to her eyebrows and light brown eyes. She had came into your life when you unexpectedly needed her the most but would always remind you of what you lost.

One day when Rosie was just a few months old and learning how to crawl you came home to her holding a picture of Pedri in her hands.

Rosie sat in the middle of the living room with the picture, a picture you had taken of him in his Barça uniform after a match.

-Que es esto?- What is this? You asked your mother as you took the picture away from Rosie. She immediately began to cry. Your mother shrugged her shoulders, -La niña la encontro, es su padre, blood calls.- She found it, it’s her father, blood calls.

You rolled your eyes as Rosie continued to cry only calming down once you handed her back the picture. You figured she would let it go when she fell asleep and you could get rid of it. But Rosie had other plans, she clinched on to it as she fell asleep. Her little fingers holding onto the picture of Pedri tightly.

Rosie didn’t let go of the picture. Not that night or the day following. She would place it down to eat or showers but she always looked for it. You tried putting it away once and eventually caved in and gave it back to her so she would stop crying.

One day as your mother, you and Rosie were sitting at the dinner table she began to look for the picture.

-Pa … pa … pa.- said Rosie as she reached for the worned out picture in front of her.

-What is she saying?- You looked over at your mother who took a sip of her drink trying to avoid your question. Her eyes on the plate in front of her.

-Mama!- You spoke up again. She looked over at you.

-Es su padre. You can’t even deny it, she looks like him.-

Unbeknownst to you, your mother had talked to Rosie about Pedri.

Rosie had the picture in her hands. Your mother looked down at her and smiled. She walked over to Rosie and picked her up placing her on her lap. Rosie looked at her and smiled as she took the picture out of her hand.

-I thought your mother was going to kill me when she saw you with this picture.- Rosie looked at her grandma with wide opened eyes.

-Este es tu papa.- Thus is your father. Rosie had just started to make small sounds and was working on saying mama but as soon as she heard your mother say those words Rosie’s eyes lit up. -Papa.- cooed the little girl.

Your mom smiled as she held on to the little girl who was a perfect combination of you and Pedri. Her eyes identical to his and her curly brown her just like yours.

-He loved your mom a lot and I’m sure he will love you as soon as he meets you.- She told Rosie. Your mom proceeded to tell Rosie the story of how you and Pedri had met, Rosie drifting off to sleep in her grandmother’s arms holding on to the picture.

You ran across the street after your last class of the day trying to make it to the metro on time. As you stepped one foot off the curb you felt his car hit you. You landed on the floor in front of a black Maserati.

-Ostia, watch where you’re going.- You yelled. The driver got out of the car quickly and ran over to you. -I’m so sorry are you okay?- He asked as he held you by the arms trying to lift you up. Your eyes met his chocolate brown eyes and you felt like your legs were made of mush and couldn’t stand up. This effect had nothing to do with his car hitting you but by the beautiful man standing in front of you.

-I’m fine. I’ll be fine.- You said as he continued to ask for forgiveness. -I am usually very careful but there were people trying to run after my car for a picture and…-

You interrupted him. -A picture? Are you famous?-

-It’s fine, don’t worry. I won’t sue you now just because I know you have money.- You said causing him to giggle. -Look my legs are fine.- You said pointing down at your legs as you flexed each one of them. Pedri looked at you with a smile.

-But I think I did miss the metro.- You say as you grab your book from the floor and look over at your phone to check the time.

Pedri grabbed your hands trying to prevent you from walking away. -Please, let me take you to wherever you were going. It’s the least I can do.-

A few weeks later you found yourself in Barcelona with Rosie. As much as you avoided going into the city sometimes it was impossible. You ended up near the university close by to Camp Nou and remembered the nearby cafe shop you and Pedri used to visit often. He would stop there every morning before practice for a quick shake and sometimes on his way home to buy you a cake pop, your favorite in the city. Rosie had been a trooper all day from the train ride from Valencia to Barcelona to going around running errands. She deserved a treat.

You walked into the coffee shop holding Rosie on your waist. The line was a little long and you hoped she wouldn’t get fuzzy. A few seconds in you felt someone’s steps get closer and Rosie began to giggle. You smiled because Rosie was always giggling with strangers. You knew it could be a problem as she became mobile but for the time being sometimes you appreciated it because it kept her busy. A few customers paid and the line moved as you continued to wait.

You felt as Rosie began to pull away from you. -Pa pa pa.- You heard her say. You had left the picture in the backpack and had managed to make her forget about it, at least for the day. You knew she would eventually ask for it and the time was now.

-Rosie, you will have to wait for the picture…-

As you turned around you saw him. He was smiling at Rosie. His hand put up in a high five waiting for her to connect it with hers.

Pedri stood there in front of you and his daughter. His face dropped as soon as your eyes met. Your skin tone changed, pale, as if you had seen a ghost.

-Rosie?- He furrowed his brows and looked at you. -Y/N?-

You stood there in front of him and felt heat go through your body starting with your legs. Your heartbeat accelerated as you looked at him and wished the floor would open and eat you up in that moment.

-Pedri.- Was all you managed to say. Rosie continued to pull herself away from you and towards Pedri. He looked at her, you could tell his mind was spinning. The way he looked at every detail of her. He knew within an instant she was his. He felt as if a cold dagger had been pushed through his heart.

-Gavi told me.- He said. His jaw clenched. -That you met someone. That you were expecting a baby with him. No jodas Y/N, es mi hija.- Don’t fuck with me Y/N, she’s my daughter.

You felt yourself choke up. Your eyes filling up with tears as Rosie looked at you. She immediately sensed that you were not okay and leaned in to rest her head on your chest.

Pedri looked at her with endearing eyes. A small smile peeking through his frustrated expression.

-Let’s not do that here.- You said as you looked around the cafe. People had noticed the two of you were in somewhat of an argument. Pedri cleared his throat.

-Then where?-

-Pedri, please.- You pled, this time unable to hold in the tears. Rosie looked up at you and with her little fingers traced down the wet path that the tears left on your face, in an attempt to wipe them away.

The three of you walked towards Pedri’s car in silence. You sat in the back with Rosie on your lap since you didn’t have a car seat and held on to her. Minutes later you pulled up to Pedri’s house. He opened the door to the dark home and turned on the lights.

You choked up as you looked around. Many of the decorations you had brought in still stood. You wondered how many more had came through these hallways and rooms without realizing bits and pieces of you still remained.

You found yourself standing in front of Pedri at the kitchen table. The same way you had the night you left, this time with Rosie in your arms.

-Why?- Was the only thing that came out of Pedri’s mouth as he looked at you.

-Pedri, she’s-

He interrupted you. -Ni de coña do you try to tell me she’s not mine. Her eyes. Rosie, that’s what you and I had said we would name our daughter.-

-You are better off without us.- You spat back. -You hated that I wanted to know where you were or with who. I gave you the freedom that you wanted. I didn’t want you to feel like you had to be with me for her.-

He had kept his eyes on the table, finally looking up at you.

-You made that choice for me. I didn’t ask you to.-

-You didn’t have to. You were miserable with me. Why would having a child change any of that?-

-Don’t act like you knew how I felt.- He raised his voice at you causing Rosie to begin to cry.

You looked over at your baby who you had promised to protect and defend and here you were back with the one person you wanted her to stay away from.

-This was a mistake.- You said as you grabbed your bag and began to walk towards the front door.

-If you leave right now, I’ll make your life hell. I will take her.- You heard Pedri say in a quiet manner behind you.

You turned around with a look of disgust on your face. -Don’t threaten me with taking my daughter away.-

-You’re about to walk out again. You already took her from me once. Si, yo fui un cabron, but you kept her from me. I’ve lost time with her.- Yes, I was as n asshole, but you kept her from me.

-What do you want, Pedri?- You asked annoyed as he took a few steps closer to you. The scowl on his face softened. For the first time in the whole night you look at his face, the details, realizing all of the moles you counted hundreds of times and the small scars were still there.

-Let me hold her.- He asked somewhat shyly. You looked over at Rosie who had stopped crying and was now smiling at Pedri. Pedri looked at her with endearing eyes. His heart was racing and felt like it was going to bust out of his chest any second.

It took everything in you to not turn around and run away. You held Rosie close to you for a few more seconds before handing her over to him. His chest fell in relief as soon as she was in his arms. He held her tight and Rosie rested her head on his chest. Pedri almost melted at her touch. Tears formed in his eyes, eventually beginning to fall down his face.

Pedri stood there holding her tightly against his body. His eyes were on her as he took in every detail of her.

You stood in front of the two and your heart felt like it was going to explode. Seeing Rosie in his arms was something you didn’t think would happen. Now that they were together their similarities were even more pronounced.

-She has your eyes.- You manage to say quietly. Pedri looked up at you and smiled. -And your dimples.-

-Well what is she like?- He asked minutes later as the three of you sat on the couch. Rosie still quietly sitting in Pedri’s embrace.

-She doesn’t take no for an answer. She loves music and …-

-And what?- He asked.

-And watching you play. I put on the Barça matches for her and she sits through them all.-

Pedri smiled. -Do you talk to her about me?-

You shook your head and looked at him. You had never seen him this defeated. He looked at peace with her in his arms but his expression showed the loss he was grieving at the moment. Over a year of Rosie’s life, the pregnancy, her birth.

-My mother does, she thinks I don’t know but I do.-

The two of you remained silent for a few minutes. Pedri continued to look at Rosie while he gently caressed her little hand.

-You know, if you had told me you were pregnant I would have asked you to stay.- He said.

You didn’t look at him, instead focused your eyes on your hands. -You should have asked me to stay regardless. You should have shown me we were worth trying to fix, worth fighting for.-

-We were. Joder, we are.-

You shook your head as you began to choke up.

-Not anymore Pedri. You can see her. You can spend time with her. But please, don’t make us go through this again.-

Pedri looked up at you as he continued to hold on to Rosie. The way he had his arms around her body, in a gentle yet fierce way. Like he was never going to let her go now that he knew her.

-You’re right. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to forgive you for keeping her away from me. For making me feel like shit for letting you go thinking you had found someone else. Because at least you had her and I had no one.-

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[pascallatte]

You're old now, ducky

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x actress!reader

Summary: Post it, it’s not a big deal right? Well, the truth has come out and it isn’t as bad as others make it to be.

Date: December 2017

Warning/s: age gap, that's all, pretty much fluff

Taglist: @benonlinear, @t-stark35, @heyitsme-2, @elleeeee21, @holmesstrange, @tagakalat, @flyestvenustrap, @oldermenaremyreligion, @cherryred444, @avengersheart, @guacala, @pukka-latte

A/N: so uhmmmm I sort of sped my editing process up cause I really wanted to post this already. Like always tell me what you think and happy reading!!

Let’s put it like this, after months— years in fact of speculation from netizens, one would think that whatever they’ve come up with in the first place would be false. This is just cause paparazzi rumour mostly ends up with it just being, well, paparazzi rumour. People Love proving them wrong, but more so on the fact that some fans would approve of a rumour when it involves one or both of their favourite celebrities.

Now, going back to the paparazzi rumour being, just, paparazzi rumour. Let’s talk about maybe, the 10% that was proven true. You see, paparazzi always find ways to know, more like invade, a celebrities personal life. Even with ones like their current muses Pedro Pascal and Y/N L/N, who are the quietest most private people to date, aside from some slip-ups and relationship rumours with friends and co-stars. So with them, having to go public and show themselves to the world, it might just mean that they and/or their team had enough or they just got fed up with being bombarded and interviewed with the same questions every time.

But based on how they’ve done it, people would think that they’ve just decided to do it because they want to. No pressure, no plans, just them wanting to show their appreciation to the other. Well, that’s just what happened on the eve of Y/n's birthday.

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The day you and Pedro had decided to go public, no one knew. And no one expected that Pedro’s regular post would be as big as this. The post simply consisted of a video and a picture from both of your birthdays, followed by a caption that confirmed all their speculations.

The video started with Shakira’s “Can’t Remember to Forget You,” being blasted in the speakers in the background. The room you were in was decorated with balloons and strings alongside the “Happy Birthday Pedrito” that was strung on the wall, making the people realize this was taken months ago on his birthday. It was also known that Pedro was recording this because if his laugh didn’t give it away, it was his reflection in the mirror behind you. 

Bare-footed, holding pompoms whilst wearing an oversized hoodie filled with Pedro’s face and shades, you stood in front of him, dancing to the beat and singing along. 

“The only memory is us kissing in the moonlight!!”

Pointing a pompom at him, “P continue”

He just continued to laugh as the camera shook. Smiling at him, you wiggled your hips and gave him a look of mischief.

“I can't remember to forget you,”

Taking off your heart-shaped shades, you step closer to him with a wide smile and was seen putting it on him from the mirror behind you. Pulling him up, he tries to keep the camera steady as you tried to make him dance with you. 

“I rob and I kill to keep him with me

I'll do anything for that boy”

You gave him a little tug and laughed as he stumbled a bit, the camera zoomed in on you after that. Your flushed, glitter-covered face was seen but despite the mess you were smiling as hell, his reflection also gave away his expression because he was seen reciprocating your smile.

“I'd give my last dime to hold him tonight

I'll do anything for that boy”

Pulling away, you extended your arms while exaggerating a hug as you lip-synched. As soon as you had your arms around yourself you wiggled shouting “ TO HOLD HIM TONIGHT!”. You were then seen placing your hands in your pockets and pulling out a party hat.

Walking closer to him, “Can you bend down a little,” you asked him, still out of breath. As he moved closer you fixed the party hat before gently placing it on his head with a soft smile on both your faces.

“There,” you said before patting his cheek and placing a party hat on yourself too. Turning to the counter on your left you carried the already lighted cake to him while saying “Happy 42nd, mi Cielo.”

“Thank you, mi sol,” he blew the candle and hugged you, ending the video.

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The picture he posted with this was taken the night of your birthday. The large window and purple carpet by it made it clear that this was in your apartment.

“Happy Birthday to you!!” they sang as they walked to you carrying the cake. Pedro and a friend of yours were seated on either side of you with wide smiles as they waited for the cake that would conclude your “30th year on Earth,” as they say.

“Happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear y/n, happy birthday to you!!,” you blew the candle as soon as they finished as claps erupted from the people with you followed by a kiss on the cheek from Pedro who was smiling at you the whole time. 

A friend of yours raised her camera “Come on, let’s take a picture.”

The first couple of shots were good, everything was proper and organized nothing “disastrous” has happened yet. But, of course, it won’t last long as long as you were involved. Dipping your fingers to the cake, you smudged it on the unknowing Pedro’s cheeks up to his nose while he was talking to someone. 

He looked at you, shocked, before he too, dipped his finger in the cake, spreading the icing on your cheek and forehead. You widened your eyes at him because you were not expecting him to do it to you too. But as soon as the shock wore off you were both laughing at your antics, you were then surprised when they called you two for a picture.

Taking the chance, you grabbed his cheeks and stuck them to your icing-covered cheek, and smiled for the camera. It ended up showing a picture of you guys, cheek to cheek, face covered in icing while smiling like crazy. One of your hands was placed on one side of his face and his hands were raised to show how much icing it still has on.

•─────⋅☾☽⋅────────•───────⋅☾☽⋅─────•

“I would like to introduce to everyone to my ducky, my sunshine, mi alma, el amor de mi vida, Y/N, who has entered her 30s today. Wishing you the best of luck for this new chapter, hopefully with old little me who's been with you these last two and a half years. Know that we love you so so much and remember to just be yourself, no matter what.

Once again, Feliz cumpleaños querida. This is also a reminder that you’re old now, ducky.”  

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal imagine #pedro pascal x you #pedro pascal x y/n #pedro pascal fanfic #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal fic #pedro pascal fluff #pedro pascal x female reader #jose pedro balmaceda pascal #pedro pascal x actress!reader

[the-90s-music-colosseum]

Round 2 Group A Match 1

expand for propaganda ↓ (wall of text warning)

Thom Yorke:

"what other musician has a five minute compilation of his moans on stage ? yeah? no one? i thought so. vote thom yorke for my well being"

"He wrote all I need. (sexiest song ever written)"

"He made out with BOTH of the Greenwood brothers (damn)"

"Three Radiohead albums are on the top 10 highest rated album of all time, therefore his cock is massive"

"Vote him please or I will cry - microwave anon"

"I actually do have a locket with his face in it. I wear it everywhere 🙂"

"He was too hot in his Pablo Honey era cant change my mind🗣️🗣️🗣️"

"I just love him so much. He's such a cutie I want to put him in my pocket and take him with me everywhere :)"

"He wrote Spectre (sexy)"

"https://youtu.be/0YuENQZTV0k?si=EM9dx5Ye0bX6Xa4a"

"He would never evade his taxes like SHAKIRA DID."

"I want to meet thom yorke in a a record store where our eyes meet for a split second and we each notice what section the other is looking through and although neither of us is brave enough to start a conversation with the other we go home and fall asleep dreaming of what might have happened if we had gotten up the courage to talk to that cute person in the store and get to know them. I need him so bad it’s appalling"

"He's really cool!! He has had great character development over the years too if you're into that sort of thing. He has a really beautiful soul"

"gotta support grampa"

"hws so fine i want to turn him into a keychain so i can dangle him from my purse & jingle him whenever km bored… i will breath on him until it fogs all over then wipe him with a cloth to keep him clean Like a pair of glasses"

"If he wins I will create the most beautiful victory art you could ever imagine. (My 6th grade graphic design class will finally come in handy)"

"he's got that disease steez hes a flotsam fairy, you can sling him around like those stretchy hands you get in the quarter machine, he'll get mad for a minute but its fine"

"https://pin.it/1v99xvI"

"https://pin.it/4nvY08s"

"Has the voice of an angel"

"I had a dream once that I saw him and Jonny Greenwood walking down the street. I walked up to them and told them how much Radiohead meant to me and asked Thom if he could sign my Pablo Honey CD I had on me for some reason and he pushed me into open traffic and I got hit by a car and died. Jonny laughed. 10/10 dream got killed by Thom Yorke"

"He made Let Down in 1997. Shakira could never"

Shakira:

"ITS SHAKIRA SHAKIRA. le lo lo le lo le??? guys come on. do u even care about latinas."

"Shakira is genuinely hotter than most people on earth, so."

"No one else sounds like Shakira. No one else moves like Shakira. (Whether you think that's a compliment or not is up to you.)"

""is anyone even voting for Shakira" ME. I AM."

"She gives me huge Stacy's mom vibe. Like I'd come over to my friend's house not to hang out with them but to talk to their mom about how her divorce makes her feel and so I volunteer to help around the house or anything she needs. I'll take the task of cleaning out the attic with the black widows I'll mow the lawn on a hot summer day so she can offer me a cold drink for my hard work. Sorry I got lost in thought but she was part of my lesbian awakening and I will not take any Shakira slander"

"Shakira literally made me a lesbian <3"

#most attractive 90s musician #polls #poll #90s music #tournament #90s #thom yorke #radiohead #shakira

[pedriscroquettes]

congratulations – pablo gavi

summary: a jealous gavi doesn’t help you move on.

warnings: toxic dynamics, cheating (reader is starting to move on but not necessarily in an established relationship), angst, asshole!gavi, & penetrative sex

listened to te felicito by shakira ft. rauw alejandro

you should’ve known that the dynamic between pablo and you would lead to nothing. even his friends warned you to end things before it was too late. even your gut kept telling you to leave before you fell.

but you never listened. your best friend said it was your worst trait growing up, it still was.

after about the fifth month of meaningless but wonderful sex you had managed to catch feelings for the midfielder. at first you decided it was best that you called things quit but then you got your hopes up like all the past couple of times with different people. he had started to take you out to eat, accompanied you to get groceries, and even got you a jersey with his name on the back. of course you didn’t know he had done the same to the other two girls he was sleeping with.

although you did end up finding out two weeks later at your birthday party. the birthday party that pedri had thrown for you. you vaguely remembered being so tired of wearing the mini dress you had gotten the day before and headed straight for your guest room where you kept your home clothes. instead of finding a comfortable hoodie you found gavi deep inside your now ex-friend.

pedri had to stop you from strangling the sevilla native that night.

pablo had blown up your phone for the next couple of days telling you how sorry he was. apparently he had forgotten how well you had gotten to know him because you recognized the texts as the same ones you had made for him whenever he had hurt pedri’s feelings. after about the second week his calls and messages started decreasing and soon enough you had blocked him on everything.

.

the next time you’d see pablo wouldn’t be months later but under different circumstances. pedri had been there for you throughout the whole ordeal and somehow both of you had managed to develop some sort of connection. you weren’t sure if what you felt for him was romantic or not but what you did know was that you were ready to move on. even if it was with gavi’s best friend.

you had walked in hand in hand with the canarian to the party anna, robert’s wife, was hosting simply for fun. it didn’t take long till you noticed pablo with a beer in his hand speaking to alejandro. quickly you shifted positions with pedri so that your back was now facing gavi instead of your face. pedri notices and instantly his eyes grow wide at the sight of his teammate’s glare at him.

“i think he wants to murder me.” pedri whispers.

“don’t worry, he’s all bark no bite.” you murmur.

you couldn’t help but turn around and look him straight in the eye. he had managed to somehow keep his good boy image in front of everyone else but not to you or pedri. you almost wanted to congratulate him with the way he had managed to play the role of innocent teenager this whole time. you also couldn’t help but resent the way his lips formed into a grin as if he was thinking the same thing.

you needed to head to the nearest bathroom, quickly.

“hey, i’m just gonna go to the bathroom real quick. i’ll be right back.” you calmly told pedri.

the walk to the bathroom isn’t confusing nor long. you’d been over to anna and robert’s house plenty of times as they both always hosted an event for everything. you figured the bathroom they had in the basement would be best as no one else would be down there and you would have all the privacy needed to do.. well you didn’t know exactly you just wanted to get away from pablo’s threatening stare. he had been watching you as if you’d suddenly become vini jr. over night.

somehow the thudding of your heart is too loud to hear footsteps behind you. it isn’t till you go to wipe your hands that you see his reflection in the mirror in front of you. your mind is too hazy to come up with an idea to flee and part of your mind also doesn’t want to leave so you stay still. you wonder what he can possibly have to say to you right now.

“never took you for a perv.” you turned around to face him. “oh wait, i do recall you being very turned on having sex in my house with another girl.”

“i was drunk and high.” he tries to defend himself.

“pedri’s been high and drunk at my house and he’s never been balls in deep another women in one of my rooms.” you argue.

“so you’re comparing me to him now?” he scoffs looking away for a second before bringing his gaze back to you.

“no i’m not because it’d be an insult to him if i compared you. you’re not even half the man he is.” you try to insult him the best you can.

you think that if you can hurt him well enough he can feel the same way you felt on your birthday.

“you deserve better.” is all he could muster out.

“yeah? like who? you?” you laugh. “you didn’t even care to tell me you were fucking other people! i couldn’t gotten an std or some shit.”

“okay first i always use protection. second we weren’t even together but if you gave me a chance i could give you what you want. pedri can’t give you that.” he tried to reason.

“can you get it through your thick skull that i don’t want to give you a chance. after we met i told you that i didn’t like being lied to.” you tried your hardest to maintain your confidence in front of him. “the first thing you did was lie to me.”

“if i had known that i would’ve hurt you i wouldn’t have done any of the things i did.” he whines.

“it’s funny because all your friends, god even fucking robert, had warned me that you were only going to hurt me. i ignored them obviously because we were only having sex so i didn’t think their warnings to me.” you paused wanting your words to sink in. “you just treated me like any other one of your hoes and you want to know the worst part? i thought i was receiving the treatment i deserved. that eventually you would start putting my feelings first. but you know how it ends.”

“i’m sorry.” you wanted to believe him but he had caused so much damage with his lies you didn’t know what to do.

you just scoffed at his words remembering how you felt after finding out you weren’t the only woman he was sleeping with. you remember pedri thinking you had done drugs by how red your eyes were but you had to explain to him that it was just because of all the crying you had done. it was embarrassing really.

“i need you.” he begs.

no, you don’t. we don’t need each other, you want to say but you can’t.

“fuck off gavi. i’m finally starting to form a connection with someone and now you want to apologize for everything you did. leave me alone.” you try your hardest to not let your emotions overtake you right now.

you want to seem confident and aggressive but the tears forming in your eyes are one slip away from betraying you.

“pedri doesn’t know anything about you.” he stepped closer to you causing you to be trapped between the sink and his body. “does he know how your moans sound like or the way you grip the closest thing around you when you get eaten out?”

your body shudders at his words suddenly remembering how good he made you feel. he was an asshole but at least he knew how to fuck.

“i bet he hasn’t even touched you yet. no, he doesn’t have the guts. he’s a gentleman but i’m not.” he slowly creeps his hand on the buttons of your shorts. “tell me to stop and i’ll leave you alone right now.”

“stop, don’t ruin what pedri and i have” are the words at the tip of your tongue yet you don’t say them.

“don’t stop.” you regret the words as soon as the come out but you don’t say anything.

it’s a matter of seconds before gavi’s lips are on yours and you’re reciprocating all his wet kisses. he quickly places you on top of the counter and doesn’t waste anytime taking your shirt off. he spends a good minute admiring the way your black lace bra fits you perfectly. although that doesn’t last very long because his fingers unhook your bra and a second later it’s laying on the floor.

“you look perfect.” he murmurs.

a couple of months ago you would’ve loved to have heard that come out of his mouth but not anymore. not after all the lies.

“she the fuck up and fuck me pablo.” you state.

he takes the hint and doesn’t waste too much time on foreplay. unbeknownst to you he manages to leave a couple of hickeys here and there before he starts unbuttoning his pants. you really just want him to hurry up, you’d been down here for several minutes and hoped no one would notice your absence.

“woah, don’t you have a condom?” you ask bewildered.

“i’ll pull out. i did it all the time.” he says it like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

now it’s your turn to not waste anymore time so you pull him closer to you. he carefully pulls your panties to the side before looking you in the eyes as if asking if it was okay. you simply nod and he kisses you again. the kiss isn’t like the others it’s sweet not agreesive and tender unlike the tough ones he gave you. although your pulled away from your thoughts as you feel him enter you.

you gasp at the feeling and so does he. he fits so perfectly and you realize that you’ll probably never get over him. gently he places his forehead against yours and kisses you once more before thrusting harder into you. he starts to set a slow and steady pace and soon your gripping his forearms. the way his hard length dragged into your walls made your eyes roll in ecstasy.

“fuck, you feel so good around me.” gavi barely manages to say.

you feel guilty at how good it feels to have him inside you. he makes you feel complete, a feeling you’re sure no one else will make you feel. you also feel bad because you’re sure that you’ve broken the soap holder that fell in the process of gavi placing you on the counter. but none of that matters to you right now because gavi is making you feel like the only person in the world.

his thrusts start getting harder as he gets closer to his release and the way you pinch harder into his forearms makes him hiss. he can’t tell if he’s in pain or pleasure, he decides on the latter. he loves being inside you but most importantly he loves pleasuring you and he doesn’t think twice if bringing his hand down to your core. he slowly starts circling your clit and you’re sure you’re about to cum.

“let go for me.” and you do. you cum and at that moment you realize that he will always have the uttermost effect on you.

“fuck, my dick is soaked.” he quickly pulls out of you, to your dismay, and releases on your leg.

you both take a couple of minutes to come down from your high and regain your breathes. you conclude that this is the best quickie you’ve ever heard but that feeling doesn’t last long as you remember where you are and who you came here with.

“wish pedri could see you right now. all fucked out because of me.” he’s smirking.

and it clicks. he didn’t miss you.

“oh my god has this all been some sort of sick game to you?” you scoff before grabbing the toilet paper nearby and wiping his load off of you.

“what?” he feigns confusion.

“you only fucked me because you’re intimidated by pedri, right? you’re not known as the teams starboy, he is. this was the only way you could get back at him. all your friends are right you’re an asshole and a sicko.” you quickly dress yourself ready to head back to the party.

“no that’s not-” but you don’t bother to let him finish you quickly head out and ignore all his pleas behind you.

when you get back to the party you head straight for pedri, who at first is delighted to see you but his facial expression quickly changes. he gently grabs all your hair and places it to the right side of your neck. your eyes widen.

“figured you don’t want anyone else here to see that mark on your neck.” you’re surprised at the calmness in his voice.

“pedri i-”

“it’s okay. we don’t have to talk about this here. just find another ride home i think i’ll be drinking a lot today.” he turns around and heads for the kitchen.

you can’t help but just stand there mortified. you want to go home but you don’t have a ride and no one will want to leave the party early. you curse yourself for getting yourself into this situation. but most importantly you curse gavi, the person who managed to break you. the man you wish you had never met. and the man you had to congratulate because even after this he’d still be viewed as the golden boy to his teammates.

#el classico today 😋 #pablo gavi #pablo gavi smut #football smut #ash writes #request

[eternalsams]

Hips Don't Lie ⇴ M.Garcia

pairing: Mickey Garcia x latina!reader

summary: Mickey has the opportunity to introduce you to the squad at Maverick and Penny's wedding. Let's say you surprise everyone and brings out the most unexpected side of your boyfriend.

warnings: innuendos, sexual tension (this is actually the smuttiest thing I've ever written without actual smut so enjoy (I'm feeling really hot now it's terrible))

words count: 1 514

a/n: English isn't my first language so please take that into consideration. Also, I was terrible in high school so please pardon my terrible spanish.

masterlist

Mickey was already at the party with the squad, he has been since the bachelor party Bradley planned for Maverick. And one thing to another, he didn't came back to the hotel you were sharing, and stayed with the guys not to wake you up in the middle of the night by his drunken steps. Just before going to sleep, he sent you a text, apologizing and telling you he'd be the handsome guy waiting for you at the party the next day. When you woke up, you were sad not to feel Mickey's presence next to you but when you checked your phone, you couldn't help but chuckle.

So now he was waiting for you to appear so he could finally introduce you to his friends. You'd been dating for two years but never had the opportunity to meet the squad. So when Maverick proposed to Penny and they started planning the whole wedding, he knew it'd be the perfect moment. Neither of you were nervous, he knew his friends would love you even though he would keep an eye on Hangman. The blonde couldn't stop teasing Mickey that if you were as wonderful as he said, he couldn't help himself from falling for you. Mickey knew better than that, he knew Hangman would never try anything, but he also knew he could be a bit of a jerk sometimes.

He was talking with Bob when he caught sight of you. He felt like air left his lungs when you entered the room and he could no longer hear what Bob was saying. The yellow dress you were wearing couldn't complement more your beautiful skin tone and he felt luckier than ever to call you his. Bob eventually noticed that his friend didn't pay him attention no more and followed his gaze, landing on you. "Wow, that girl is gorgeous." The blue-eyed WSO sighed, mesmerized by you. "Yes, she is." He patted Bob's shoulder and made his way to you. Realization struck Bob and his eyes widened. "No way that's your girl." Fanboy glanced back at him with a smirk but didn't say anything.

When your eyes landed on Mickey, a large smile spread your red lips and you met him half way. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him. "Hi, Cariño." You murmured against his lips. He could already feel his head spin from all the love you gave him. "Hi, Princesa." He smiled in turn. "I missed you last night." Your hands came down from his neck to smooth his button-up shirt. "I'm sorry, baby. I missed you too, but I didn't want to wake you up. I'll make it up to you tonight." He rested his forehead against yours then kissed you again. You felt like you melted against him, his hands on either side of your neck, tilting slightly your head backwards so your lips could perfectly meet his. The whole world around you disappeared and it was only the two of you, abandoning each other in this embrace.

"Wow, Fanboy. Who's that beautiful flower whose tongue you're trying to swallow?" Mickey pulled away from you and you saw him wince at that voice. You contained a chuckle and licked your lips before he turned around and wrapped an arm around your waist. "Hangman. This is my girlfriend straight from Florida." He introduced you and you reached out to the blonde with a smile. "I would've been worried if it wasn't." The pilot maintained eye contact with you and bent over to kiss your knuckles, making you smile at his antics. Mickey gently slapped his hand out of yours and pressed himself against you. "Get your filthy paws off of my girl, Bagman."

"Florida, huh?" Hangman completely ignored Mickey's comment. "You must be exhausted from the flight." He smirked as he watched Mickey silently fuming. "Nah, I'm alright. I had a good night's rest." You smiled, resting your cheek on Mickey's shoulder and maintaining Hangman's gaze. The blonde bit back a smile and nodded softly before patting Mickey's back and leaving. "I hate him." Mickey grumbled, making you laugh. "No you don't, and you know it." You kissed his cheek and intertwined your fingers with his before stepping a bit more into the big room. "Come on, I want to meet all your friends."

Mickey couldn't get off his lovesick puppy eyes of you as you chatted with his friends. You were it for him and he was it for you. He hadn't proposed but you had talked about marriage and it was in both your future projects together. He didn't even need to propose, he once surprised himself calling you his wife at your work place when the secretary asked him who he was waiting for. You had known him for five years, been in love with him for three and called him yours for two and still counting.

You were laughing with Payback about how nerdy your boyfriend could be when you recognized the first notes of your song. You quickly apologized to the pilot and turned to Mickey who froze when he recognized the song. Oh no, not tonight. You stood up from your seat and took Mickey's hands, trying to get him out of his chair. "Come on, Mickey. It's our song!" You pulled on his arms but he didn't move. Usually he would be the one pulling you to the dancefloor but tonight was different. All the squad had their eyes on the both of you and he knew they would never let him off the hook.

"Porfa Mickey, hazlo por mí." You begged and he quickly glanced at his friends who were trying not to laugh at him. You sighed and stepped between Mickey's knees and leaned down to his ear. "Haré eso que tanto os gusta." You leaned back and watched his cheek redden violently. You bit your bottom lip and stepped back towards the dancefloor, knowing that your boyfriend would join you soon. And you were right, Mickey got up from his seat the next second and almost tripping on his own feet, making his friends laugh. They didn't know exactly what you told him but seeing how Fanboy reacted, they had a slight idea. You smiled brightly at him and wrapped your arms around his neck as the song kept playing, Shakira's voice reminding you lots of memories including Mickey. His hands immediately found their place on your hips and as his moves were shyer than usual, his grip on you stayed the same. To help him relax, you grabbed his face and crashed your lips against his. This kiss had nothing like the first one of the evening, this one was rushed and you could taste the beer he was drinking few minutes ago. You felt his hands slowly sliding form your hips to the curve of your ass and he pulled you closer to him.

When you eventually pulled away for air, you heard a bunch of acclamations coming from your table. You both turned to Mickey's friends and saw them howling like animals, whistling like teenagers and cheering Fanboy. You chuckled and Mickey smiled, turning his attention to you and forgetting his squad. Everything around you started to fade and it was just the two of you. His hands on your hips and sometimes sliding down to your ass to give it an appreciation squeeze, and yours arms around his neck. The song kept going and you found yourself swaying your hips in rhythm with the music. You'd missed this. Dancing with Mickey's hands on you, feeling his hot breath on your face and sometimes catching pure adoration mixed with lust in the depth of his brown eyes. Feeling a bit less insecure, Mickey started to follow your moves and quickly, you had your back against his chest and his pelvis pressing against your lower back. His nose was buried in your neck and his hands wandering on your stomach. Your hands reached back to clutch at his growing hair and keep him as close as possible.

Watching this from their table, the squad couldn't believe their eyes. It almost felt inappropriate to watch you two dancing, none of them dared to speak, speechless. That was the last thing they expected Fanboy doing. But even if it felt way too intimate for them to watch, they couldn't tear their gaze away, like mesmerized by how beautiful and free you both were. They had never seen Fanboy like this, you really brought another side of the WSO to the daylight.

When the song ended, you and Mickey couldn't stop giggling and smiling at each other. You felt like home with him and you would never trade that for anything. You went back to the table with the others and were cheered and applaud. You smiled even more and sat on Mickey's lap, more in love than ever. "Next time, get a room and do that in private. Now Penny's gonna get disappointed of her honeymoon." Hangman managed to comment with a smirk, making you laugh.

#fanboy #mickey garcia #mickey fanboy garcia #fanboy x reader #mickey garcia x reader #mickey fanboy garcia x reader #danny ramirez #fanboy x you #top gun #top gun: maverick #top gun imagines #top gun x reader #top gun maverick x reader #top gun maverick imagines

[b4tasquad]

AHHH could you write abt meeting sharky’s siblings for the first time???

Authors note: yet another sharky imagine… and tbh I’m loving to write them. But please send me requests for other beta squad members/ other people (pinned post) and I’ll happily write. Hope you liked this one<3

Warnings: none

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“I actually think I’m going to throw up.”

Sat in Sharky’s car, you’re anxiously tapping your foot, a bad habit you’d been doing almost all your life. He had just parked in the driveway of his childhood home, and the nerves you had been feeling for the past few days slowly but surely started to appear again.

When your boyfriend of a couple of months suggested you meet his family, you were thrilled. Every girl loved a boy who took steps and showed initiative for the relationship to grow. Having not been the luckiest with guys earlier, you couldn’t feel better knowing Sharky was as genuine as they came.

Initially, you were supposed to meet the whole family over dinner, but when a family emergency came up you thought it was canceled. It wasn’t until a couple of hours ago, Sharky informed you that his little sister still wanted to meet you and would be able to.

Even if the rest of the family were gone, Sharky’s little sister Shakira was staying at home and insisted you still come over. The thing was that if it had been the original dinner plans, you would feel much more relieved. Not only would there be more people to keep the attention off of you, but you would have time to slowly build up your confidence by introducing yourself to everyone.

Now, with only Shakira there, you feared for the worst. What if she found it awkward? Or if she didn’t like you? Would she even approve?

Knowing how important the validation from his family was for Sharky, you tried your absolute best to look presentable. You were meeting a teenager, but still. They were opinionated, and some of those opinions they weren’t afraid to share.

Sharky laughs at your distressed look. “Babe, what’s the matter?” He asked genuinely, but you could still hear a tinge of humor in his voice. Typical him.

Your elbows are resting on your knees, face in your hands in the most dramatic position ever. How scared you were was starting to get ridiculous. “What if it all goes to shit?”

The YouTuber raises his brows at the mumble of words coming out of your mouth. He can faintly distinguish what you’re saying, but still questions either way. “What do you mean?”

Pulling away from your hands, you sideways glance at him. “What if she doesn’t like me, sharks.”

Usually, he would comment on the nickname you refused to stop calling him, but right now, even he could tell it wasn’t the right moment. He pulls your perfectly cured hair behind your ear, a show of affection as he leaves his hands tangled in your hair while caressing your cheek.

“There’s no reason for her not to like you,” he reassures. You had been sitting in the car for far too long, but Sharky didn’t care. “She knows how much you mean to me, and I’ve told her all about you. She loves you.”

“Swear you’re not just saying it to make me feel better?” You still want to make sure this isn’t some lie to bring a smile to your face.

Sharky quiets down, an awkward look on his face as he doesn’t speak. Reaching over, you hit him across the chest, a look of betrayal on your face.

“Sharky!”

“I’m joking.” He falls back into his seat in laughter, clutching his stomach like it was the funniest thing in the world. And to him it probably was. Annoying you must’ve been on the top 10 list of his favourite things to do on a daily. “I’m joking, I swear.”

Figuring facing his sister was better than watching him laugh at your misery, you unlock the door and get out. You can hear your boyfriend laugh even louder in the background before you close the door, silencing him for a second.

After the encouragement, you feel a newfound confidence, and even a little excitement to see a new side of Sharky and learn more about him. It wasn’t a secret that you were hopelessly in love with him. You made it clear to everyone with the way you looked at him. To meet his family, even if it was only his sister, meant much more to your than he knew.

Even in your faux annoyed state, you wait for your boyfriend, linking your hands together when he gets to you. With a smile on your face, you walk up to the front door. You’re about to ring the doorbell when Sharky playfully slaps your hand off the button.

“What are you doing?” He speaks, amused. Casually opening the door, he gestures for you to walk in and when you do he closes the door behind him. “Shakira!”

There’s no shame whatsoever present as he basically screams your ear off, calling for his sister. You look at him, casually throwing his shoes off and slap the back of his head. “What’s the matter with you? Why you trynna make me deaf?”

“Did you just hit me?” Sharky almost laughs in disbelief. You only nod.

“So what if I did?” You challenge. Your boyfriend chuckles with a straight face before nodding as if he’s accepting the “challenge” You think you're off the hook until he does something unexpected. Faster than you can even blink, he throws you over his shoulder. “Sharky!”

“Apologise.”

“What?”

“It’s simple.” He tells you, holding you tightly, and you can only imagine the grin on his face. “Apologise or I’ll hold you here for the rest of the evening.”

“I’d rather die.”

Someone clearing their throat interrupts you guys, and you’re left to slowly look up as you make eyecontact with Sharky’s younger sister. Between bickering with him, and being thrown over his shoulder you had completely forgotten the fact that you weren’t in the comfort of your home.

You almost yank yourself from his grip, stumbling to stand in embarrassment. Almost sure you had blown it and made a bad first impression you can’t help but feel a little defeated. But still, you put your hand out to greet her, feeling like it was better if you did it rather than your boyfriend.

“I’m Y/n” you introduce, putting on your best smile. The teenager just looks at you weirdly, and now you’re really fucking scared. You’re about to retract your outstretched hand when she gently pushes it away, and instead leaps forward for a hug. You’re quick to hug her back, already feeling comforted by her genuine acts.

“We’re best friends already.” She tells you simply, completely ignoring her brother as she pulls away from you.

“Oh?” You say, a smile on your face. “We are?”

“Sharky’s told me all about you already.” You turn to him, eyebrows raised. And he’s stood there with an “ I know exactly what she’s talking about but I’m gonna act like i have no idea to save myself the embarrassment”

“I wouldn’t say all about you.” He throws his sister a glare.

“You sat me down to tell me about her whole skincare, I think I can confidently say I know a little too much.” The two of you follow Sharky as he tries to walk away from the situation. With a grin on your face, you throw your arm around his middle, stopping him from running away.

“ I thought you said my skin care was too boring.”

“ It is.”

Shakira laughs. “Doesn’t explain why you explained step for step how she did it.”

You laugh alongside her as the two of you watch the boy free himself from your arms and throw his body on the couch. “ I already hate you two together.”

With a confident smile passed between each other you speak for both you and Shakira. “We’ll make a great team.”

#sharky #sharkyxreader #sharkyxyou #beta squad #fanfic #writing #fiction #youtube

[brf-rumortrackinganon]

Timeline: Part 9 - December 1-10 2017

For earlier timeline posts: click here or here.

December starts out strong with a daily bombardment of tons of stories about Meghan and/or Harry. Their PR backs off in the middle of the month, but only barely. Luckily for us, there is salvation: Meghan gets her first, second, third, and fourth dose of royal criticism.

Like I mentioned in the November 2017 timeline, this month sees Meghan pulling her support from Star Magazine, US Weekly, and E Online. People Magazine begins to earn her loyalty instead.

Ok, apparently I exceeded the limit of links that can be in a Tumblr post. the December edition is going to be split up into smaller segments. I've got a solution for how to fix this going forward, but it's going to take some time to figure out how to implement it.

12/1/2017: Fleet Street has a fever and the solution is more Harkle coverage.

Doria is papped at a laundromat in California.

Another story about Ninaki's photos of Meghan.

Can Kate cope with Meghan Mania?

Harry and Meghan make their first appearance together at a royal engagement.

Meghan and Pippa look alike.

Meghan and Harry's engagement is straight from Love Actually.

Meghan's old men's magazine photoshoot resurfaces.

Replica of Meghan's ring is an instant bestseller.

Meghan merches her outfit.

Meghan's 1993 Nick at Nite appearance reserfaces.

Meghan is Best Dressed of the Week.

Meghan's resume will seriously surprise us.

Anything Kate can do, Meghan can do better: First Royal Engagement edition.

Meghan's royal style vs her old Suits style.

Meghan leaks intent to visit US and Canada after the wedding in her first official foreign royal tour.

12/2/2017: Meghan's "draw your own box" essay goes viral again, as does her old Larry King Show interview. The Markles sell more pictures of Meghan, Meghan once tried to hook up with Ashley Cole but failed, and she makes a dig at William and Kate with a story about her and Harry holding hands.

12/3/2017: Meghan merches the Botswana camp again. The Times writes about Meghan's old instagram account and Bogart and leads speculation about bridesmaids and pageboys. Et tu, Times?!

Note: December 2 is a Saturday and December 3 is a Sunday. How nice Meghan's PR gave us a break for the weekend. But don't worry...the bombardment is back!

12/4/2017: Harkle Mania continues

About Meghan's ring

Meghan once auditioned for Shakira

All about Thomas Markle

Meghan leaks her expectations of marital bliss.

Meghan leaks that Harry has asked William to his best man. (Note, in Spare, Harry argues that this leak came from Kensington Palace but the source is US Weekly...Meghan's magazine.)

Wedding dress designer predictions

Meghan Markle Under Fire: Why is the Future Princess the Subject of So Much Scrutiny? (From E News, a Meghan affiliate)

Let the Misogynistic Public Shaming of Meghan Markle Now Commence (From Vogue, part of the CondeNast empire, to which People Magazine also belongs...Meghan affiliate)

Meghan Markle the garden influencer

Meghan's photoshoot charity work in Rwanda resurfaces.

What's with Prince Harry, Meghan Markle, and Bananas? (I kid you not, that's the title of the article.)

Will Meghan's wedding be like Pippas?

Meghan and Harry love bananas some more - they merch a banana cake.

12/5/2017: New day, same shit. Senior royals attend the Diplomatic Reception at Buckingham Palace but Meghan and Harry skip it to attend the Henry van Straubenzee Memorial Fund carol concert (pssh...like they were even invited to the Diplomatic Reception in the first place).

Daily Mail promotes Suits

Meghan's style inspiration is Carolyn Bessette-Kennedy.

Meghan merches clothes from when she was a teenager.

Harry appears on Top Gear.

Meet Meghan's celebrity doppelganger.

Meghan wants to wear the Spencer tiara for the wedding.

Meghan merches her engagement ring again.

Meghan the beauty icon.

12/6/2017: (le sigh...)

Who does Meghan curtsey to?

Meghan manifests The Lover's Knots Tiara for the wedding.

Nobody told Meghan she was pretty as a kid. (But did they ask her if she was OK?)

Meghan leaks about Ninaki's betrayal.

Harry attends the London Fire Brigade Carol Service alone, and so does his ex, Cressida. Meghan is upset and leaks that she is in LA visiting her mother.

Meghan merches Strathberry.

Can Meghan rewrite the royal fairytale?

Meghan the fashion influencer

12/7/2017: Another story about Misha Nonoo being the royal matchmaker. Thomas Markle does a papwalk. Meghan merches a pilates workout and is "incredibly moved" by how much people love her.

12/8/2017: The Crown Season 2 is released on Netflix

Meghan's old home video of her driving around LA resurfaces.

How Meghan won over Harry's friends.

Doria gets papped in LA.

Meghan leaks that she and Harry are staying with William and Kate at Anmer Hall for Sandringham Christmas.

Meghan leaks that William is planning Harry's stag party.

Meghan manifests for Selena Gomez to play her on The Crown.

World Vision promotes Meghan's charity work again.

All about Nottingham Cottage and Meghan's interior design style

Kate takes style inspiration from Meghan

12/9/2017: Meghan merches her Toronto rental. Harry quits smoking.

12/10/2017:

Meghan's old Tig article waxing poetic on Ivanka Trump resurfaces.

Harry goes to Germany with friends for a hunting party.

Doria does a papwalk.

Kensington Palace announces that Meghan will attend Sandringham Christmas and that she is expected to attend the Windsor Christmas luncheon at Buckingham Palace.

Old photos from a 2009 TV appearance Meghan did resurface.

William and Harry choose a sculptor for Diana's Kensington Palace statue.

Meghan hailed as a royal fashion asset.

#brf #timeline #sussexes #pr shenanigans

[leclsrc]

i (no, we) need an addition to the carlos sainz luis miguel universe.

Pretty please!!!! love you!!!!!

kind of love – cs55

genre: flufffff. a spin-off (of sorts? it’s not a sequel per se) to this

auds here… love u guys and listening to luis miguel gets me in a Mood. late req i’m sorry i’m sooo busy lately… xxxxx hope u like it! :)

“You never teach me anything in Spanish,” you lament. “It’s always hola or te amo.”

“Are you saying you have no need for te amo?” Carlos asks, rifling through the Madrid keychain rack to look for your name, which he gives up on after a few moments. He spots your narrowed eyes and accused face and laughs, backing off. “Kidding. I didn’t know you were interested in learning it, mi vida.” He turns to search for more novelty souvenirs.

“Of course I am,” you respond, leaning closer and pressing your chin onto his shoulder. It requires a generous tiptoe allowance, but you brave it and waddle around behind him. “It’s your language, is all—I find it beautiful. And you know all your English already!”

“Not all,” he corrects, lifting up a beer bottle shaped magnet. “Do you think Max will like this?”

“Oh, obviously.” You pause, and then laugh at a memory that enters your mind. “Yeah, remember in Canada when you totally botched your order at that brunch place?”

He groans amusedly. “Don’t tease me.”

“It’s cute,” you remind him firmly, pressing a quick kiss to his jaw before disengaging from the hug to peruse the shelves yourself. There are a few cute ones, though most of them are a bit too tacky for your taste.

One bunch of them, lying on a discarded sale pile (seeing as though it’s well past February), is Valentine’s Day themed. They all have a variety of names printed on the metal, with red hearts all around them. You rifle through the Miguels, Annas, and Harrys before you luck out and find it collecting dust on the bottom of the basket.

“I found one!” You cry out, jingling the metal. 

“Let’s see it,” Carlos says, but he’s elsewhere in the tiny store. You peer behind a shelf to find him rummaging through a half-off CD bin. Strange behavior, considering zero people ever use CDs for music nowadays, but you approach him anyway.

He turns briefly. “Can I see your purchase?”

“Not yet,” you say proudly. “It’s a surprise. What are you doing going through that?”

“Well, I figured since you want to learn Spanish, I’ll be your teacher. Or he will be.” He digs out a dusty CD and you scrunch your nose as you dust off the cover, revealing a Spanish man posing for the camera behind it. Carlos flicks at the printed image, clicking his tongue. “Top hits, Luis Miguel.”

“Okaaay.” You turn it over, read over the list of songs. “I was leaning more towards Shakira being my teacher.”

“Mi vida, you know I’m her biggest fan,” he begins, taking the CD from you and walking you both to the counter, “but this is the good stuff. Trust me, mi amor.”

You both pay for your tiny purchases and enter Carlos’ Golf, where he wastes no time inserting the disc into the player and clicking the console buttons to get the audio just right. You’re content to watch, smiling softly at his excitement which is no doubt more than enough for the both of you. “I assume we’re taking the long way to your house,” you tease, even if you secretly love long car rides with him.

He starts the car and laughs. “For Luis, yes.” He pauses, clears his throat. “And for you, too, princesa.”

“Nice save, baby.” You link hands, and the music starts to flow softly through the car.

And so does the singing. Where Carlos got his golden voice from, you don’t know—he didn’t sing along much to the songs you both love—but something in these songs brings it out, and it causes your heart to swell with fondness. Sure enough, the song’s in full Spanish, with the romantic guitar to match as well.

“What’s this one called?” You ask aloud, gazing at the scapes of Madrid passing you by.

He pauses his passionate belting to answer you. “Sabor a Mi,” he says. “It means… it’s a very nice love song.”

“On the subject of love and Spaniards,” you say, momentarily unlocking your hands; his moves to rest idly over your thigh. You pick out the keychain from your bag and hang it on his rearview mirror. “Like it?”

His eyes flit to them and back to the road quickly, to keep you out of potential danger. He smiles.

“I love it, amor. I only wish it read your name.” He squeezes your thigh, searches for your hand, and lifts it to his lips. While the back of your hand’s pressed to them, he begins singing again and you giggle at the ticklish sensation of it.

The song fades out promptly, and into the next one—still Spanish, still romantic, still Luis Miguel. Carlos shifts in his seat with visible excitement, mumbling somethings in Spanish out of excitement. “One of my favorites, amor! Seriously!” He hums to the lyrics, half-distracted by the road, but eventually settles into singing.

“Si antes de amar… debe tenerse fe,” he pipes, pressing his and your interlocked hands to his chest out of sheer passion. “You must learn this one. It’s called Mucho Corazon. It reminds me very much of you, you know?”

He turns onto a quiet cobblestone road, and uses it as an opportunity to gauge the love of his life’s reaction to Luis Miguel (an important moment, he supposes, in everyone’s lifetime.) And he sees you reading over the booklet of the CD, mouthing along the lyrics as the song goes. He slows his pace, watches the greenery complement how beautiful you look, just here beside him.

Be it in Spanish or English, with rhyme or without, accompanied by idyllic instruments or not, Carlos often finds himself stumped with the love he has for you. Because, simply because really, he hasn’t felt this way and so strongly for anyone else before. To him, you’re everything—you’re the song in the car, the greenery outside, the spring that tints all of Spain. You’re all the nicknames, all the small kind gestures, all of it.

You could disappear right now and he’d park the car and wait, just for you to come back. He knows it’s impossible but he’d do it, he really would. He wants, needs, loves you, all the time. All the time. 

It’s strange and beautiful and he realizes now that the best way he can really put it is by singing you a Luis Miguel song. He takes one hand off the wheel to flick at the keychain, and it shines in the sunlight. He smiles to himself and continues singing. He’s sure he dreamt of this once.

—

Life takes Carlos on a path far away from Madrid. It loops him around the world and averts him away from that shabby tourist souvenir shop. He takes money out of his generous paycheck, though, to make sure it never goes bankrupt. Writes checks under an alias because if the tabloids found out, they’d wonder why, and he’d rather not explain.

Life takes you on a path far away from Carlos. It loops you into cities he hasn’t been and won’t plan to visit and averts you from Spain, from their house in the hills. You write emails to his sister sometimes if she writes first, though, to avoid being a stranger. Lie on the subject heading—Doing great in NYC/HK/Seoul/Bali—because if she knew how you really were doing, she’d ask why, and you’d rather not explain.

Life is funny, though. Because even when the connection is gone, nearly everything forgotten, it’s always sending you little love letters.

For some it’s a keychain on the rear view mirror of a brand new Ferrari. For others it’s a Luis Miguel song, nailed perfectly on the karaoke no matter the city.

#anonymous #f1 #carlos sainz #carlos sainz smut #carlos sainz drabble #carlos sainz imagines #carlos sainz fanfic #f1 x reader

[the-offside-rule]

Pablo Gavi (FCBarcelona) - For Forever

Requested: wattpad

Prompt: Y/n is the daughter of Shakira and Pique is her step dad. She wants to stay in Barcelona but her mother intends on bringing her to Miami but Gavi loves her so he wants her to stop it. You can end it in fluff or angst idm xx

Warnings: mentions of divorce

*IF YOU DONT WANNA READ IT, DONT! DONT COMPLAIN IN MY ASK BOX, OR DMS ABOUT WHY I SHOULD NOT BE WRITING THIS CHILL*

Y/n looked around carefully. Usually people would follow her mother or step father, but since their very public and messy breakup, they started following her too. She was waiting for her long time friend to come to the usual coffee shop they go to. She met Pablo in school. Her step father insisted on putting her in the same school as where the la masía children went. He thought it would be better for her. She would be taken care of and would learn too. As they both grew up, everyone seemed to think the pair would end up dating, but that never happened. They still to this day would say the other is their best friend. "Y/n?" She looked up and saw her friend looking at her in an amused fashion. "What?" She asked. "Sunglasses and a hat inside? I thought you were trying to hide." Shr slapped his arm and he sat down. "So I take it the whole situation is still messy." She nodded and picked at the tapas on the table. "Well at least you've still got me. We can just hang out whenever you need to talk." She let out a sigh and looked up between his eyes.

"Mami is moving. She's going to Miami." Y/n explained. Pablo smiled. "Well at least you have a holiday home figured out. You can just go out to Miami for the summer." Y/n swallowed the lump in her throat. Her face softened into one of sadness and then the realisation set in with Pablo, him now being sad also. "So, are you going to Miami or staying here?" Pablo asked, playing with his food. "I might go with Mami. She's my mother."

"And what about Geri?"

"Technically my step dad. He did help raise me but-" She sighed. "He likes Clara now. It's a bit weird considering our age gap." Y/n joked. It wasnt a joke. She just turned 19 and Clara was just 23. "So you're going to Miami." It wasnt a question. He said it to answer his first question. "Well, no one has convinced me to stay here. No one has really reached out to talk to me other than you." He tore his eyes from his bowl and up to Y/n looking upset. "I'm sure it'll all figure itself out." He said, trying to make her more optimistic. "Oh no, they're not coming back from this fight. Geri is my dad technically. He's been in my life as long as I can remember. I still remember Mami introducing me to him." When she was younger, her mother told her to just call him Papa. Geri was the closest thing she had to a dad so she never said no. It was weird for her to call him anything else.

"You have to stay here." He mumbled. "I can't. What if Mami takes it the wrong way?" Her head fell into her hands. "I'm a child of divorce." She chuckled. "I want you to stay." He whispered. "I can't. I really can't." She replied. "I will still come visit you, but I just can't live here." He sat back in his seat and let out a sigh. "I need to go to class. I'm gonna be late." She mumbled, grabbing her bag and hurling it around her shoulder. "I'll talk to you later?" He nodded and smiled. "Of course you will." He watched as she left. His mind was a warzone in that moment. Should he let her go, or should he try his best to make her stay?

That battle quickly led him to the front door of her house. Gavi let out a shakey breath as he knocked on the door to his friends home. It was huge. But perhaps that's what happens when your mother is an international superstar and your step dad is a world class footballer. "Who is it?" a clear voice suddenly asked. He looked up and around for a window or something, but then the voice called again. "Hello? Who is it?" His eyes landed on the doorbell with a camera above. "Oh, it's just me Ms Mebrak." He said. "Oh, Pablo. I'll be out in a second." He stood examining the door, not that there was much to examine. Perhaps some grooves for decoration but otherwise a very plain door. He heard the door unlock and looked up to be faced eith Shakira; his best friends mother. "Y/n isn't here right now. She's at university." She explained. "I actually came to speak with you." He replied. Shakira looked confused, but still smiled and let him in.

"You'll have to excuse the mess. I'm trying to pack everything up." She said. Pablo followed her. There were boxes stacked up against the wall on one side of the hallway and every room he peeked into had more boxes. "How is moving?" He asked. "It's going well. I found a house over in Miami for me and the kids. Y/n is looking for a university course over there." She said as they both walked into the kitchen. "Would you like coffee or something?" She asked. "Oh, yes please, Ms Mebrak." He smiled and looked around the kitchen. He remembered coming over here when he was younger and running around the kitchen island in many of their games. His eyes drifted out the back door, seeing the garden. Even more memories came flooding back.

"Keep still!" Y/n exclaimed. "But it hurts!" He groaned. "Be quiet!" She giggled as she collected his hair into a ponytail at the top of his head and tied it with her hair tie. "Oh, so beautiful!" She giggled and lifted up her plastic mirror for Gavi to look at. "I look stupid!" His hand travelled up to his hair to pull the hair tie out, but she stopped him. "No! Don't take it out! You can keep it!" "Then you take my shoelace." She looked at him confused. "A shoelace? Why a shoelace?" She asked. "These can be like friendship bracelets! The hair tie will remind me of you and the shoelace will remind you of me!" He explained as he pulled his shoelace out and handed it to her. "Because you can't tie your shoes?" He looked at her unamused. "Whatever meaning you want, but I can tie my shoes." He replied. "No you can't! You kept falling at the match last week because you couldn't!" She giggled. "I can tie my laces!"

The giggles in his mind faded as he heard Shakira speak up. "Now, what can I do for you?" She asked, the buzzing of the coffee machine in the back. "Well actually, it's about Y/n."

"What about her?" Shakira asked, concern in her voice. "Well, she seems to think that if she doesn't go to Miami with you-" He paused, pondering whether to finish the sentence or not. "That is she doesn't go to Miami with you, you wouldn't take it too well." He said. "Y/n said this?" He nodded his head. "She doesn't want to move to Miami but she feels like she has no choice in the matter." Shakira chuckled. "Pablo, she just turned 19. I can't tell her what she can and cannot do." He chuckled along. "I know, but she doesn't seem to understand that. I think she needs to actually be told that she is allowed to stay here if she pleases."

"She's completely by your side. She doesn't want to upset you. She won't even call Geri papa! She's always called him that!" She knew that. She told her to, but she never told her to stop. She understood how Gerard helped them both when Y/n was younger. She had a dad, a mom and a house. It was the dream life. Now, she couldn't expect her to stop calling Geri by what she has all her life. "She's really that stuck in the middle?" Pablo nodded. "And she doesn't want to say no just in case you get upset."

"Pablo, she hasn't told me. If she wanted to stay here bad enough, I think she would have told me."

"No, no, you can't let her. You can't let her go." Shakira stood up straight. "And why can't her mother decide." She asked, shooting him a glare. "I- she's a grown up now! She can decide what she wants! She just doesn't want to disappoint you, we're you even listening?" She scoffed. "I think you should either go, or tell me why she should stay."

"University."

"There is a university over there."

"Her friends!"

"She can make new ones."

"Me!" Silence fell between the two. They both looked confused as the other. "Me. She- I don't think she can replace me." Her head turned to the side. "And why can't she?" He swallowed the lump in his throat. "It doesn't matter."

"It does! Why can't she possibly replace you-"

"Because everything I know is her!" He paused. "I know that before training everyday, we make plans to get food after training. I know that before games, she will send me a good luck text and after, she will wait for me outside in the freezing tunnel and it doesn't matter how long I take, she is never angry! I know I still have her hair tie wrapped around my wrist, and that is srays there regardless of what is going on! I know she's the first person I want to speak to in the morning and the last I want to speak to before I go to sleep at night! I eat, sleep, breath and dream about her, every day, every day since I was twelve. So you can bring her to Miami, you can get her a new university, a few new friends, but you can never replace what we have!" He gasped for air and looked up up his friend's mother. She looked touched by his words. "It's for forever."

"Does she know you feel this way?" She asked. "What is this? Therapy?" Shakira chuckled. "I think she needs to know why you want her to stay. I think she needs to know that you love her." He shook his head. "I do not love her. She's just my best friend." He said. "It sure doesn't sound like that." He sighed. "Do you need help packing?" Shakira smiled and nodded. "I do. Thank you."

Later that evening, Y/n stood at the kitchen island, cutting up some food to throw into the pan. "Oh, you're cooking." Y/n looked up and saw her mother taking off her jacket. "Yeah. You were at the post office when I came home so I thought I'd do the cooking." She explained. "And Milan and Sasha?" She asked. "I picked them up. They're upstairs." Shakira nodded. "Alright. No problem." There was a knock at the door. "I'll I'll get it." Y/n nodded and continued to cook. All she could hear was muffled conversation, followed by the door closing and what sounded to be another person walking in. "Y/n, Gerard is coming for dinner."

"I'll make some extra. When is he getting here?" She asked. "I'm here." She turned and saw the defender standing there taking his jacket off. "Oh, I can just share the portions then." She smiled and continued to stir her pot. Gerard looked over her shoulder and back to his ex. "Y/n is cooking? Why is she cooking?" Geri asked. "Because I didn't have time." Shakirs replied. "Then I will help her." He said, putting his jacket on a chair and walking towards her. "You can't cook either." Shakira said. "I can help her since her mother won't!" He replied harshly. "She is not your daughter! I raised her by myself until you showed up!" She snapped. "Yeah, so? I also helped!" He replied. "She didn't even know who you were until she met you, and she met you when she was six!" He groaned and sat back. "Why are we fighting again? Am I in the wrong?" He turned to Y/n and asked.

"Personally, you both are at the moment." She mumbled. "How are we both in the wrong?" He asked. "Well first off, you shouldn't have come over for dinner, you don't live here anymore and I don't think there was an invite sent, but then again, Mami shouldn't have snapped because you were just trying to help." They both look angrily at one another. "Can you go get your brother's? I'll finish the food." Y/n walked out without saying another word. She hated the constant fights. There had been lots in the past year, then they just called it quits.

"Milan! Sasha! Mami has dinner finished!" Y/n called upstairs, hearing loud thumps coming from upstairs, followed by coming down the stairs. "Race you to the kitchen." Shakira plated the food as she heard three loud squeals and screams coming from the hallway, followed by all three just barging in through the door. "I won!" Y/n cheered. That of course was followed by her two siblings shaking their fingers and shouting that she cheated. "Alright, alright. Sit down! Food is coming over!" The trio sat down as their mother placed the food before them, then their father and took a seat. "So, moving?" Geri asked, as he ate his first mouthful of food. "Clearly." Shakira replied coldly. "Are you coming to Miami papa?" Geri's face turned serious as he looked back. "Miami? Why didn't you tell me about Miami?" He asked gently. "Maybe she wanted it to be a surprise." Sasha chimed in. "Well, I am certainly surprised." Geri chuckled. "They're my kids." She muttered. "Our kids. They were ours when there were problems." He lifted the glass of wine he had to know lips. "Can you two do this later? Just eat." Y/n muttered, not taking her eyes from her plate. The two cooled down and ate their food. "Actually, Y/n. I wanted to say something to you." Y/n looked up, her mother smiling. "What?" She asked. "Y/n. I think you should stay in Barcelona."

Y/n's face scrunched into one of confusion. "What?" Shakira nodded. "I think it would be good for you. You should just stay here." Y/n looked over to Geri. "Why?" Shakira grinned. "Well, if you must know, I think there is a certain boy that came over and helped me pack up, while also telling me about how much you want to stay and how much he wants you to stay." She knew right away who it was. He was the only person she told. "So, if you want, I can bring you to look for an apartment for yourself tomorrow." She looked over to Gerard. "And if you want, we can bring him too. I wouldn't want him to miss this opportunity to have this moment with his daughter." Y/n smiled and looked between her mom and dad. "Can I be excused?" She asked. The pair nodded. She stood up and raced out to her car.

She doesn't remember the drive, she remembers just parking outside her friends home and getting out. She knocked the door, fidgeting with her fingers as she waited for him. The door opened and there stood his mother. "Oh, I'll go get him." She chuckled over the fact that she didn't even need to ask. A few moments later, there stood Pablo. "Y/n, you okay?" He was cut off by her wrapping her arms around his neck into a tight hug. His arms wrapped themselves around the waist and hugged back. "Thank you."

"Thank me for what?" He asked. "I know what you said to Mami." His cheeks grew red. "Oh- oh well I meant it. I like you lot and-"

"What? What do you mean?" His heart jumped as he realised she mustn't have been told about that last part. "Don't worry about it. I-" He was once again cut off, this time by a soft pair of lips in his. He looked back at her, completely stunned. "I like you too." He grinned and pulled her in again for another kiss, this time having it last longer. He wasn't going to lose her, that was for sure. Not now. This...

This is for forever

#fcbarcelona #laliga #football #football blurbs #football imagines #pablo gavi #pablo gavi imagines #pablo gavi blurb #pablo gavi imagine #gavi

[autumn816]

Thinking Actors Gewis Au

stealing this from the show Arrow. They are filming for a tv show. Lewis is the main actor. George was only supposed to be in the first episode only but Lewis and everyone was so impressed by George that he became a recurring character in season 1. Then season 2 onwards, he is a regular character. Lewis was supposed to have someone else as his love interest but George and Lewis’ on screen chemistry changes the love interest discourse. The producers and writers building up a storyline for the characters since the beginning but it’s a slow burn. The characters don’t get together until season 4? maybe?

the chemistry is chemistrying from the starting for the fans. they wouldn’t mind having two beautiful men get together in the show.

the chemistry is chemistrying outside of the show too but it’s jokingly more than anything when the fans see them in interviews and promotions stuff until…

the premiere of season 2? 3? (don’t ask me the timeline. i have no clue). During one of the fan event, Lewis is talking about music and karaoke and a fan shouts Shakira (there were dating rumours months ago) but Lewis goes “Hips don’t lie doesn’t suit me. It suits him” while pointing at George and continuing “he would say his hips don’t lie.” And then George brings up how he always hears Lewis sing in the room next door and he doesn’t know if Lewis is trying to distract him or soothe him (of course i brought this in, i just had to). The fans (it’s us. we are the fans) go crazy because those are some very insane things to say about your co-worker. that’s when the real shipping starts

^^yes i had to include that moment. why wouldn’t i

a fan asks Lewis if he is dating George and Sebastian replies “he wishes”

a fan asks George if he is dating Lewis and Alex replies “in his dreams” with the biggest smile

^^not on the same day or even the month. Just wanted moments where Alex and Seb are being little shits

one of the scenes in the earlier season gets too intense. Everyone on set thought Lewis and George were gonna kiss the way they kept leaning in closer so the director yells cut. Lewis is glad they did because he was definitely gonna kiss George (the intensity of the characters’ first kiss makes the build up worth it)

during an interview, the interviewer brings up Gewis shipping. George tries to steer back the conversation back to the show but Lewis realises what he is doing. Lewis being the evil menace he is, he puts George on spot by cutting in and saying “no. they mean Gewis as in me and you.” George is too stunned to speak and just looks at Lewis

or maybe vice versa. Lewis tries to change the subject but George goes they are talking about me and you (i don’t know which option i like more—actually no, that’s a lie. i think i like the first option more)

little interview moments where they are blatantly staring at each other. one interview had george yapping as always and lewis staring at him while licking his lips the whole time

their characters finally kiss and get together on the last episode of the season. it’s trending on twitter for days

when Gewis and the other actors are asked what their favourite filming scene from that season, Gewis answer their kissing scene. They don’t elaborate on it

the speculations get worse during the break between the seasons and Gewis are seen hanging out together all the time

the worst of it happens when someone from the casts posts a picture of the cast getting dinner. there is a hint of lewis’ hand on George’s thigh. fans catch on it. we would know that tattooed hand anywhere

+ Bonus

their relationship is confirmed years later when Lewis wins an award and he gives a thank you speech and talks about George. George rushes to the stage and kisses Lewis

or George wins an award and Lewis is the one presenting it so when he gets on stage, he just kisses Lewis and it’s the first thing he does (even before collecting his award)

#gewis #actors gewis au #ideas box

[lightleckrereins]

Janiq’s new wig, while the reasoning is understandable since the original was damaging her hair and I love the volume, is a bit of a shame to lose the classic Parr style, do you think it’ll still be around in future productions or is the original side part retired for now you think?

Also if you were to keep the current back pony Parr style but still incorporate more afro style hair textures, how’d you personally do it? Braids? Or maybe a puff a la Viquichelle or Cassy’s Aragon?

I think its unlikely they retire the side ponytail. It is one of the iconic six looks. The back ponytail was made out of necesity because the side ponytail doesn't really work with straight or wavy hair. Anything less curly than 3B will not have enough volume or deflate throughout the show if curled. And the few curled alternatives they did depend a lot on face shape: side swept curls (Gabriella), side curls (Roxanne and Natalie), small tightly curled ponytail (Sydney and Tay), curled poof on the front (Erin and Kelsee). So the back ponytail is a good alternative that can fit everyone with small alterations.

What I think is happening is that there are more non black Parrs than ever before so a lot of them have the back ponytail. But once you start thinking about it there are a lot of side ponytails in play at the moment. Janiq does have the back ponytail and I did see that the old wig was damaging her hair, but the most important thing to me is that she seems to love the back ponytail on herself over her original style. Which I think should always be a priority. Shakira seems to alternate between side and back ponytail depending on the status of her hair on the day (which I love btw). Tamara and Ellie wear the side ponytail. Jana has the side ponytail and I expect her to keep it for broadway. Hailey has side braids but thats in a way a take on side ponytail. And recently Ayla, Kristina, Leah, Monique and Eloise all had side ponytails. Also I assume Carlina will get it too.

Its just a matter of for a really long time the side ponytail dominated (some version of back Parr ponytail has been in play since late 2019) but now things are semi evenly split between that and the back ponytail. But its definitely not dissapearing

#ask #six the musical #six costumes #six alternates #six wigs

[perpetuelledaydreaming]

Ivy | chapter six

summary: Rooster does something stupid, again.

listen to: Die for you - The Weeknd | Can’t remember to forget you - Shakira (playlist here)

warning: noneee.

word count: 2 k

series masterlist + read the next chapter early on my ko-fii!!

“Dog fights today,” Maverick stated as he entered the classroom and all of you stood up from your seats as you waited for further instructions. “Ambush, which is what we will be facing in the mission,”

“So, who against who?” Fanboy asked Maverick with a slight smirk. 

“Rooster, Brat, Phoenix- Bob, and Harvard- Omaha is one team,” Maverick explained as he started to make the screen behind his work to show you the terrain you would be working on. “Coyote, Hangman, Payback-Fanboy, and Halo-Yale are the one’s doing the ambushing,”

“Shit,” you muttered. 

“Is everyone ready?” Maverick asked with a smile as everyone, but you stated a good ‘Yes, sir. 

It wasn’t a good idea. Part of you wondered if it was Maverick’s intention after your mother had let it slip that you were getting closer to Jake. Nonetheless, you also knew he’d been secretly doing his best to try to keep your distance from Rooster after everything that had happened between the two of you. You sighed as you walked towards your F-18. 

You were screwed, either way, it wasn’t Maverick doing, it was your own. You glanced softly at Jake and Rooster who were already bickering as they were preparing their planes. Jake and Rooster always had their rivalry that had decreased slightly after the uranium mission, you were always a third party on it but now the role you were playing wasn’t just as a fellow pilot. 

You weren’t stupid, you’d noticed the glares they were shooting each other, especially since your argument with Jake. The loaded comments they gave each other, how grumpy they turned when they realized you were coupled with the other. You just thought it was stupid and how damaging it could be for the mission, all of you would be flying and this wasn’t part of the plan. Therefore you’d chosen to get away from both of them. 

You’d been ignoring Jake altogether after the stunt he’d pulled the week prior. Instead, you were spending time with Phoenix and Bob, trying to also be always with other people when you spent time with Rooster in order to avoid any chance of him misconstructing what you had. 

It was still awful for Jake when he saw that you were always with Bradley, even if Bob and Phoenix were in the mix. He’d been awkward about seeing you with Rooster, you’d noticed the cutting glare he was giving you. You didn’t answer Jake’s text after that, you’d also barely acknowledged him during the week.

He felt his heart sinking when he realized that he was losing you, though, he didn’t quite know what to do. He’d texted you on Monday night, asking you if he could come over so he could explain, but you didn’t reply. The same thing happened on Tuesday and Wednesday. On Thursday, Hangman had asked you to meet up later but you were too fed up with him for his behavior. You knew your callsign was Brat, but you were sure that you should give him your callsign after the stunt he was pulling on you. 

You’d asked him for space, he’d begrudgingly accepted it. 

If you were honest, you were struggling more than what you were letting know. Just then you realized how much you were getting used to Jake, to his laughter, to how you felt with him. Living the way you were living before was almost like living in a golden cage, you were following the script that was given to you. With Jake, you felt more alive than ever; and yet it seemed like you couldn’t trust him.

Rooster, though, he’d always been there. 

Rooster was the one who’d come over almost every day for dinner with Sarah, Rooster who was giving you rides to your place and taking you to the Hard Deck when he’d noticed that you were feeling a little bit down. He’d been making sure that you were okay like he’d done since you could remember. 

Like he was doing now that you were in the air, trying to avoid Coyote as he tried shooting you down. 

“Come on, Brat,” his whisper resounded in your ear but you didn’t pay much attention to his words. 

“Phoenix, get him off my back!” you screamed, exhausted from how you’d been maneuvering the plane. 

“We’re trying!” Phoenix replied in your ear. 

You could feel your heart hammering on your own ears as you nearly avoided Coyote’s shot. The strategy of the other team was clear, they weren’t working per se together, they chose one of you to focus on. Hangman didn’t choose you clearly and part of you was glad that he didn’t. 

“Break right, Phoenix!” you could hear Bob yelling from your earpiece. “Break right, Halo’s behind us!”

Fuck, you were alone now. 

“Fuck this,” you muttered to yourself as you pulled on the lever as hard as you could. You felt as if your chest was going to burst as you rose through the sky, trying to lose Coyote, part of you hoped he wouldn’t want to enter G-lock so he wouldn’t chase you. 

“Omaha,” you asked. “Talk to me, talk to me, where’s Coyote?”

You were staring directly at the sun as you tried to avoid Coyote but no one was talking to you, no one was saying anything. You tried to zig-zag your way through the sky but then you heard his voice. 

“On your tail, Brat,” Coyote’s smug tone made you want to slap him in the face. 

You rolled your eyes as you looked at the sun and decided on your next move. You glanced at the clock, it’d been fifteen minutes of running away from Coyote and he almost had you. 

“Not anymore, asshole,” you grumbled as you decided where to move next. 

Suddenly, Rooster’s voice invaded your cockpit. “Brat, don’t!” he said urgently as you immediately frowned, you didn’t move. 

“Rooster?”

“Break left,” he ordered you as you began to hear more and more noises closer to you. Your head felt like it was going to explode because of the G-force. 

“Rooster,” your voice now strained. 

“Just do it!” he screamed, the way he said it, so urgently, made your stomach sink. 

Your instinct was saying that you could do this, you could win. It wasn’t the plane, it was the pilot and you were one of the best. But you also trusted Rooster with your entire life and so, you made a choice. Quickly, you broke left, quickly maneuvering your plane so you could stabilize your breathing but suddenly, you saw Rooster’s plane going right in front of you. 

Your eyes widened as it dawned on you what he was doing, and your heart sank as you let out labored breaths. He’s not… 

“Rooster, you’re down,” Coyote stated with a small chuckle and you frowned immediately, your grip tightened on the wheel as you maneuvered your plane. 

Maverick called off the exercises shortly after that. Phoenix and Bob had managed to shoot Halo and Yale down, Harvard and Omaha hadn’t managed to get Payback, and Fanboy, Rooster, and Hangman had been all over the place, barely talking but they were multiple times about to shoot the other until Rooster decided to sacrifice himself. Neither of you had technically won, but you knew that the other team had done well.

Though, you weren’t too worried about the exercise. You felt the anger bubbling in your chest, liquid rage running hot through your veins. 

He always does this. He always thinks he has to be the hero and that’s going to get him killed. 

“What do you think you’re doing?” you screamed at Rooster as he climbed down the F-18. He winced as soon as he heard your tone. “I had it under control,” you stated through gritted teeth as you pushed your index finger accusingly against his chest. 

He huffed, rolling his eyes as he grabbed your wrist. “You didn’t!” he snapped back at you. You wriggled your hand out of his hold. 

“How can you do that?” you bit, you felt your cheeks getting warmer and warmer by the second as you furiously held his gaze. You didn’t know if he didn’t get it, you yourself didn't even get how much it still got to you until it dawned on you how you were acting. “You think this is a game?”

Rooster frowned at your words. “Brat,” he stated softer than before, he tried to step closer to you but you gave a step back. 

It only served to break you down even more. 

“I can’t lose you!” you scream at him. “You can’t do that when we’re on the mission! You can’t go sacrificing yourself for everyone!”

Rooster’s features softened even more. He might be your ex-boyfriend, and your relationship might’ve failed but when you walked away from him you were not only losing him, you were also losing your best friend. Rooster and you’d been together since you could remember, even if you weren’t together anymore, he was still family. 

“C’mere,” Rooster muttered quietly as he stepped closer to you and pulled you into a hug. His scent invaded your space as you fell into his chest, it was so familiar, it felt like before. “You’re not going to lose me,”

You sighed as you looked up at him. “You’re still my best friend,” you replied silently. “You can’t be doing shit like that, I had it under control,”

“Brat, I would do anything for you,” Rooster whispered as he took your hair and held your cheek, his thumb lovingly caressing your cheekbone. 

The air shifted as the silence filled the space. You gaze at his honey-burnt eyes and you knew that this was different than the interactions that you’ve had since you were called to the mission. You didn’t know if you were still hurting over Jake, you didn’t know if it was the adrenaline of the mission but your eyes lingered on Rooster’s lips longer than you wished they had. 

You couldn’t look at Hangman through the rest of the day, guilt eating your chest as you sat there and listened to Maverick going on and on about the exercise. The rest of the day you were faced with following the simulation of the terrain, you were glad that you didn’t really have to interact with anyone. At any moment you weren’t too busy thinking about the mission, your mind pictured Jake’s eyes as you’d told him that you didn’t want to talk to him and then Rooster’s eyes as he had held you mere hours before. 

Rooster must’ve noticed how distant you were because as soon as you were sent home, he suggested that he gave you a ride. You hesitated at first, you didn’t know if it was a good idea by the way you’d acted earlier but you knew that you were, either way, safer if he drove you home.

Rooster walked you to your place and helped you with your bag, quickly dropping it next to your couch as you took off your boots and walked to the kitchen, secretly hoping he might leave and you wouldn’t have to deal with whatever you were feeling. 

But as you turned around, you realized he was still lingering on the door as he watched you carefully. 

“Thanks for the ride,” you said softly with a smile. 

“You know it’s never a problem,” Rooster replied, maybe he took it as an invitation as he walked towards you. He quickly took your wrist and gave you a small loving squeeze, your breath hitched as he walked closer. “I’m going to go now,” he stated but he didn’t move an inch. 

You felt a sudden dread by the way he was looking at you, and yet you didn’t move at first until you recall those sea-foam eyes. You were determined not to do anything stupid, Rooster was your ex and he was also your best friend, things had been good up until now, you couldn’t ruin it. 

“Sure, thank you again,” you whispered as you walked to the door, ready to open it for him, ready for him to leave.

But then he spoke.

“Brat?”

You turned around and Rooster quickly attached his lips to yours into a searing kiss.

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author's note: it's going to start to get wild in the next few chapters.

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[speedybeta]

Being the sixth member of Beta squad

MASTERLIST

Side note: This was inspired by another post I saw so if it sounds like I'm copying I'm not I just got inspired by them. The reader is female in this. Also sorry if this doesn't sound accurate I tried my best. There's nothing romantic in this I view this as a platonic post but you could view it however you want. Sorry if this is cringe

ALSO I kinda took forever to publish this cause I accidentally published it on accident and had to restart which made me lose motivation but now I'm finished ♡

Let's say you joined beta squad when it first started. Maybe you know Sharky for a long time and we're introduced to the others then instantly clicked

At first you were hesitant when you were invited to join. But you made the decision to join, which changed your life forever

They weren't friends they were family to you

They'd always look out for you like you were their little sister

You had a bond with each and one of them. You would hang out off camera and talk to them whenever

So much teasing

If you're the youngest they'd sometimes joke about it regarding the age

If you're shorter than AJ you both get teased and made fun of

If you're taller, my gosh AJ would be an absolute joke of the group for being shorter than you

They are all overprotective and view you as a little sister. They want you to be safe and want what's best for you

Maybe they had a little crush on you before..

Being close friends with Nella, Darkest and Filly. You all are good friends

You and Chunkz are the duo who cooks with each other.

You, Kenny, and Sharky being the duo in the jungle video that makes the video 10x entertaining

Niko and you are absolutely hilarious together and people fear you both for your pranks and the type of content you both make

You and Aj being the ones who get teased the most

But you and AJ sometimes have a violation battle over the stupidest things

Your Kenny's number one support. You'd work out with him and keep him company during his training and encourage him

Chunkz and you are super loud and chaotic. But he sometimes brings you around to his family dinners and lets you hang out with his family

Sharky's sisters love you. I imagined you doing Shakira's makeup on stream before

Also feel like AJ is more comfortable with you and will sometimes hug you (like in the mukbang video where he was hugging Chunkz when Sharky was laughing at him almost drowning )

They'd never do anything without you

They would never admit it but they're your biggest supporters and would give you their honest opinions about decisions you make

They definitely would try to be annoying commenting rude things on your Instagram posts

Them being rude to you as a joke but fans take it seriously and make dramatic edits about it. (Just like the AJ edits but 10x dramatic)

When you all lived together you would always cook for them so they wouldn't always order take out everyday

They loved your cooking and sometimes show up to your house uninvited just for you to cook for them

Unless you're a bad cook, I could imagine you attempting to cook but end up burning the food. Which leads to them making fun of you for it and it becomes a huge joke

You and Harry pinaro having the worst relationship ever to the point where people actually think you two hate each other

You two don't get along (I love/hate Harry)

In the weakest link videos I feel like you'd get the hardest questions since everyone knows you have the most intelligence out of all of them

Sometimes when a person collaborates with the channel and they end up flirting and the boys would either tease or get weirded out

I feel like they'd tease depending on the person

If it was stormzy, KSI, or anyone else they'd definitely get weirded out by it

If it was Trent they'd tease you about it till the day you die. They'd bring it up in almost every sports related conversation or video.

You being the mom of the group and making sure everyone is okay. You'd text them everyday to make sure they're doing fine

Since you're a fan favorite and have good video ideas, they like to hear your opinion in videos since you're actually smart and your videos get a lot of views.

Chunkz gets jealous over the fact your Smarter than him

Unless your dumb

you win come dine with me and Niko gets absolutely so upset that you won over him. He accused you of cheating and supposedly hiring someone to cook the meals you made

Them calling you for advice before dates and advice about girls in general. They come to you when they need help with any life situations since they know they could trust you

(Niko definitely would ask u advice if his girlfriend ever got mad at him)

Speaking of his girlfriend, you two are best friends.

if you ever got in a relationship they'd do a full integration on them

They want what's best for you. They have to know what type of person you're dating and need to know if they're treating you right. It's their job to make sure their friend is happy and in a healthy relationship. Especially if you're like a sister to them

If you're ever feeling down they do anything to try to make you laugh or brighten up your mood

Imagine filming the box video with amp

You leaving the box after AJ left since you landed on leave the box. But you genuinely felt like Niko had a better chance at winning since he won the first one

But if one of the amp members flirts with you they'd get weirded out and annoyed because everyone knows how amp is (love amp though especially Chris & agent)

I don't say they would be jealous, they just feel like they should protect you from getting your heart broken

Or maybe they do get jealous (up to you to decide)

In the cooking video for amp channel let's say you and Duke teamed up (sorry filly)

Duke is Duke so obviously he flirted with you trying to get your number and use his cringe "rizz" on you

But before the video, you, Chris, and Davis had a conversation. You gave them advice, out of all the amp members they connected with you the most

But the amp cook off was chaotic especially with you

You actually tried for half the challenge before giving up and just having fun. It was better to just entertain the viewers instead of actually trying to win

You decided to annoy everyone by moving their stuff

I imagine you, aj, fanum, and Niko get in an argument and start throwing flour each other

you and Duke losing which leads to you threatening the person who switched out everyone's cakes

you and Niko both manage the beta squad Instagram and tiktok since you know all the popular trends

Even though everyone is behind Instagram and tiktok, you are mostly the one posting on it, and the one who replies to comments

Niko and you are both know for being menaces and immature. Especially when you two are filming together, you both make the most craziest pranks. Your friendship with him is so adorable and wholesome. You both always joke around and add on to each other's jokes to make it more funny. Always having laugh attacks with him.

You and Chunkz are literally the duo who randomly burst into a song together. You two both send songs to each other and both show a huge interest in music. I like to imagine you and Chunkz going on a drive or just hanging out to sing to music. You two also know a lot of people and are the ones who know a lot of celebrities. You two are the ones who message famous people to Collab with the Beta squad.

You and AJ love hating on each other, even though he'll leave positive messages on your Instagram to be funny, he bashes you and insults you at the same time. It's a bit confusing at times to tell if you're completing each other or insulting. But you two never get offended and know when to stop.

Man, you and Kenny have such a bond. You were his biggest supporter during his Boxing matches and Practices. If you love to work out or get exercise, you both go to the gym together or you'll go on diets with him so he won't be alone. He always goes to you for advice on girls. You two laugh at the random things and can't take anything serious. You and him always are always whispering things to each other during filming.

Sharky and you are known to laugh so hard where you can't even breathe. You two laugh in serious situations and always look at each other before bursting out laughing. He likes to drag you outside for a walk and just listen to music with each other. Similar to Chunkz, he sends you songs that he thinks you'll like.

overall the boys are grateful for you and everything you've done for them. You're like family to them. They all love you. They are family, not just a friend group to you. They love you and always will.

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Note: Uhm so I'm working on a Niko agnst fic so please give me ideas for it because I'm kinda concerned on if it isn't good enough

I hope this is good!! I tried my best 😭 I had fun writing this since I wish for a friend group like them and always imagined what it would be like to be in the beta squad. I might make a part two but idk yet 💚 I kinda rushed the ending and put random things down. Lmk if I should add something or you have any suggestions or headcanons I should make

#reader insert #beta squad #niko omilana #chunkz #king kenny #aj shabeel #sharky #imagines #headcanons #duke dennis #fluff #oneshots #writing #scenarios #youtube #group #friend group

[forgodsgoddamnsake]

Belly Dancer - 6

Warning: angst, smut oral f\receiving, domestic violence, drinking, language.

If you are triggered you can skip the last part, please, your mental health is important.

You were getting ready to get out of the club as you finished your performances. Taking off your makeup was something you hated so much, so you decided to leave your makeup on till you get home. You changed into knee-level shorts and a pump black jacket when you heard a knock on the door.

Angela answered the door, the same figure that stood there a month back. You both were busy; you had a lot of performances to keep up with while Harry was trying to convince Ray to give him the deal or at least find a plan B. So, you hadn’t seen each other since the day he was at your apartment, only called and texted to check on each other, that made you uncomfortable a little. You thought he didn’t like you anymore or he just was not interested so you kept to yourself until he appeared again in his full glory at your door.

 “Look, Angela, the prodigal son has returned!” You commented as he stepped in rising his middle finger and Angela giggled at the both of you.

“I’m not here for you, love.” He wiggled his eyebrows and you raised yours. “I’m here for Angela.” He looked at Angela and you followed his eyes.

Angela looked taken aback and muttered, “M-me? Why?”

He held the door knob and opened the door completely, “Outside the club you’ll see a black Rolls Royce, get in and the driver will take you home.”

She looked at you and you nodded, “Go, Angela, if he kidnaps you, I’ll bite his dick off.”

“Fair enough.” She giggled and got out of the room and Harry happily closed it behind her.

“You do not treat little Harry very nicely, love.” He smirked walking towards you and pulling you into him.

“Oh my god, you call your dick little Harry? No wonder you were single.” You chuckled and kissed him.

“Mhm, I was saving myself for you.” He commented and kissed you again and deepened the kiss, but you had to stop him, pulling away.

��Why did you make her leave? Are you taking me out?”

“Yes, I’m taking you to this bar that has Karaoke. Figured you may want to sing a little.” He smirked and gave you a little spank which you returned sticking out your tongue at him.

“Fine, but we need to grab a bite first, I’m starving.” You said, grabbing your purse.

“Whatever you ask for, princess.” He said as he walked you out the room.

The nicknames he gave you were not the same all the time. He thought that they all fit you, so why wouldn’t he call you every nickname he knew?

You passed him your car keys and slid into the passenger seat; you were not in the mood for driving. He drove you to a fast-food restaurant and you ordered by the drive-thru. He pulled over somewhere quiet so you could eat. You connected your phone with the car to turn on some music.

“Can’t we eat peacefully?” He whined, taking out your burger to hand it to you.

‘Me Enamore’ by Shakira blasted and you started singing along swaying your belly, taking the burger from him.

“No, we can’t. Now shut up!”

“You don’t even speak Spanish, y/n!” He chuckled sipping cola from his cup.

“It sounds so much like Italian- Me enamore!” You sang loudly with the sandwich in your hand untouched.

“Fuck, you’re so sexy when you speak languages I don’t understand.” He chuckled again, vibing with you to the song he didn’t understand.

“I can do it all the time, baby, I speak two other languages.” You said, biting your burger.

“Say something in Italian then.” He dared, biting his sandwich.

“Amore mio, sei un fastidioso.” You said, looking at him as if you said I love you.

“Oh god, that’s sexy.” He smirked. “What does that mean?”

“My love, you’re annoying.” You translated, laughing as he gave you an angry look. “You should see your face!”

“Okay then, say something nice in Arabic.”

You said something in Arabic, made eye contact. He did not understand a word you had said, but he felt like you actually said something nice that time. To him, it felt like you were telling him that he was the only person on earth.

“Wow, I’ll fall in love now. Translate, go on.” He smiled, leaning his head back on his seat.

“Many people must have told you that you have beautiful eyes, but I look at them and lose all words though I speak 3 languages.” You smiled softly.

“God,” His smile widened. He leaned forward to peck on your lips. “That is the nicest thing someone ever said to me.”

“I’m good with words, you know.” You chuckled.

“Oh, you’re good in a lot of things, princess.”

“Really, what else am I good at?” You asked covering your full mouth with your hand.

“You’re good at dancing, reading, writing, languages, um, and you gave me a good head.”

“Shut up, I overstimulated you with that tip thing!” You giggled.

“It’s fine, it’s your first time so that’s okay.”

“Who said it was my first time?”

“What? Who?”

“You don’t want me to talk about my sex experience, H.”

“I know it’s none of my business-“

“No, it’s just weird, Harry. Generally, I did not have full sex, but just little foreplay and it sucked.”

“Why’s that?” He actually enjoyed the idea of him being the best for you but he wouldn’t admit it even to himself.

“I don’t know, ugh, maybe they sucked, maybe I was just uncomfortable. I never came not even for once” You explained and his smirk widened. “What, smirky?”

“I made you cum twice.”

“Because you’re such a good boy.” You winked and he bit his lip.

“And you’re such a bad, bad girl.” He whispered, leaning in to kiss you deeply.

He nibbed on your bottom lip, and you slipped your tongue into his mouth. The kiss was deep like a deep hole you both did not want to get out of.

“Backseat.” He ordered and you obliged.

You rested on your back in the backseat and he came onto you, kissing you again. You grabbed him deeper onto you by the neck. He unzipped your jacket to see you in a black lace bra, one nipple almost skipped.

“Such a naughty nipple.” He smirked and kissed you again, squeezing your breasts from under the bra without taking it off. He twisted your nipples slightly and got a loud moan out of you.

“Shh, got to keep quiet, princess.” He mumbled on your lips, sliding another hand under your shorts, feeling your wetness through the fabric of your panties.

“Oh, looks like someone’s wet.” He teased you, rubbing two fingers on your clit.

“Yes, please, Harry.” You moaned as quietly as you could.

“Please what, princess?” He whispered as he began kissing your earlobe.

“Please, touch me.” He smirked on your skin and took off your shorts and panties half-way.

He raised your closed legs up so he could lick you in such a small space. And he did not waist a second of it, as one of his hands were holding your legs up, the other one was opening you up a little so his tongue could reach all the right places.

He drew circles on your clit with his tongue, giving you a few full licks, nibbing at your pussy lips. And with all that happening, you could not stop your loud moans.

“Fuck, Harry!” You moaned.

“Quiet, princess, I don’t have a third arm to shut you up with.” He said before continuing his job.

He sucked onto your little clit between his lips and with that you were shaking under him as you put your hands on your mouth to muffle your moans. Your back arched all the way and your eyes were closed shut as you came. Harry gave you a few little licks and you flinched as you were too sensitive.

He adjusted your shorts and panties again and leaned to kiss you deeply, and you could taste yourself on his lips.

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The bar was cool, not too many lights that could blind a blind man. Music was nice, and there were people that were doing karaoke while being drunk. You both sat on one table and asked for your drinks, you got yourself tequila and he ordered martini.

“Wuss.” You glanced at him as you poured down your tequila.

“Martini makes me wuss?”

“Yes, vanilla.” You smirked and wiggled your eyebrows.

“You keep teasing me with this vanilla shit just because I’m being nice with you only because you’re a virgin.”

“What if I weren’t?”

“I’d fuck you till you couldn’t walk for weeks.” He whispered in your ear and you felt yourself getting wet again.

“Hmm, I’ll think about it.” You put a strand of hair behind your ear and he brushed his fingers on your hair.

“You smell like musk and roses.” He smiled, looking into your eyes. You blushed a little.

“Tell me about yourself, H.”

“What do you want to know?”

“Whatever you want.”

“Well,” He took a sip from his drink, “I’m from the UK, obviously.”

“That’s too obvious, Harry. Sometimes I have trouble understanding you, speak English, dude.”

“You’re mean, you have an accent, too!”

“Because my first language isn’t English. What’s your excuse, smirky?” You chuckled resting your head on his shoulder for a second.

“It’s not that bad.” He smiled.

“It’s nott thattt bad.” You imitated and he burst into laughing and you followed. “How can I keep up with such accent!” You laughed as he kissed your temple.

“Okay, okay, you’re right.” He chuckled. “My mother and sister are in England. My mother’s name is Anne, sister’s Gemma. I visit from time to time.”

“Is she younger or older?”

“She’s older. I shouldn’t be talking about my work here, but we can catch that some other time. I, ugh, I loved colorful clothes, I loved painting, but all of that was gone when I got into what I do now.”

“I have an idea; we can take some time off. You paint and I draw. Artistic buddies, eh?”

“I don’t know if I’ll have the time.” He shook his head, a little sad.

“You have time to see me, we can merge both.” You tried convincing him with your wide puppy eyes. He smiled at you, kissed your temple.

“Whatever you want, baby.”

You had more drinks and you started losing it, not even realizing it. He didn’t talk much about himself at that time and you didn’t insist, instead you kept teasing each other and laughing about it.

Until you decided it was your time to sing, you stood up and tried to walk straight to choose a song. Once you did, you sang as he sat on the table, arms crossed, watching you as you were singing. Loving every moment of it, he chuckled as you used your long hair to dance, you kept shaking your head or holding it all in one hand to sway it in the air. He cupped his face and kept watching you like he could see something nobody else was seeing. He was happy.

Io sono lunatico e pratico dove cazzo mi pare

Io non sono nero Io non sono bianco Io non sono attivo Io non sono stanco Io non provengo da nazione alcuna Ma io, sì, ti porto sulla luna

Io vengo dalla luna.

You were having fun, but Harry had to stop you as you were trying to unzip your jacket which provided you with chanting from the audience. You. Were. Wasted. He grabbed you by the arm and zipped your jacket all the way back up.

“You’re no fun, H!” You smacked his arm as he was practically dragging you out.

“You were undressing, y/n. Let’s get you home.” He opened the door of the passenger seat for you but you refused to go in and started kissing his jawline.

“Darling, let’s get you home, you’re not okay now.” He said softly which you nodded to. He tried getting you again in your seat as he protected your head with his hand as you went in so you wouldn’t smack your head. He buckled your car seat and gave you a kiss on the cheek.

He got into his seat and started the engine, but you wouldn’t stop singing the whole ride.

“MA IO, SI, TI PORTO SULLA! IO VENGO DALLA LUNA!” You sang, dancing in your place.

“Io veno dala luna.” He chuckled as he tried singing along.

“Oh, amore mio, it’s ‘Vengo dalla luna’. I come from the moon.” You said loudly, almost like you didn’t hear yourself.

“Io vengo dalla luna.” He sang again.

“Amore mio, your voice is soft as a cloud.” You said reaching over to kiss his face as he was driving.

“Y/N, we’re going to have an accident, we’re almost there, baby. Stop.” He tried stopping you gently.

“No, I just wanna eat you but I need to sleep first.” You almost whispered, and fell asleep on him all of a sudden. He chuckled to himself kissing your temple.

He adjusted you so your head would rest on his shoulder, gave a call to Jack to open the front door. He drove safely and pulled over at his mansion. After opening the door of the passenger seat, he unbuckled your seat belt and called for you but you were dreaming by then.

He reached over to get your purse and put it on your lap before carrying you bridal style. He walked inside as Jack was keeping the door open for you both. Once he reached his floor he got you on the bed gently, brushed your hair off of your face and smiled to himself, then took off your shoes. And when he was trying to get out of the room to get you a glass of water he felt a phone vibrate. He grabbed his phone and there was nothing. He reached for your purse and opened it to find your phone vibrating with the name of ‘Jess the bitch’ on the screen.

“Hello.” He answered.

“Who’s this? Where’s y/n?” She asked hysterically.

“Calm down, it’s Harry. We went out and she had too much to drink, had to get her back at my place. She’s sleeping now, don’t worry.”

“Okay, tell her to call me that little bitch.”

“Okay, will do.”

“If you hurt her, I swear to fu-“

“She’s fine, I swear! She’ll call you tomorrow and tell you that I’m a good boy.”

“Good my ass! Bye.”

“Bye.”

He went to bring you a glass of water and went into the room to find you speaking in your sleep. He furrowed his eyes as he placed the glass on the nightstand, he sat on the edge of the bed next to your sleeping body which was clearly fighting something that wasn’t seen.

You were speaking in a foreign language, he tried calling for you, rubbing your back gently.

“Stop! Stop hitting her! I did nothing wrong, Papa.” You sleep-talked.

“Baby, y/n, wake up, it’s just a dream.” He said, clearly worried.

Your voice became louder more like yelling, you were speaking in more than one language but he only caught the English part.

“Mama, I don’t wanna go back.” you said before muttering something in Italian. “I’m gonna fucking kill you, I’m gonna kill you, I’m gonna kill you!” You repeated, fighting the air.

“Y/N, it’s just a nightmare, baby wake up, please! Please, baby, wake up for me!” He started shaking you to wake you up.

You never stopped repeating ‘I’m gonna kill you’ and Harry was trying to grab your hands that were fighting.

“It’s gonna be okay, y/n! It’s just a nightmare, baby. Baby, wake up for god’s sake, please.” He was trying to shake you more to wake you up and with that your eyes snapped open only for him to see pure fear. Harry pulled you into his arms as you were muttering, “He’s here, Harry, he’s here. He’ll kill me, I have to kill him. I have to kill him, Harry.”

“Shh, baby, nobody’s trying to hurt you. I’m with you, it was just a nightmare, y/n. You’re safe.” He assured as he kept rubbing your back gently till you calmed down. “Come on, drink some water.” He said and took the glass to help you drink.

You drank the whole glass and closed your eyes again to sleep. He placed you again on the bed gently and brushed a strand of hair out of your sweaty face. With the glass in his hand, Harry looked through the window in front of him and sighed.

He did not know what was going on, but he felt responsible to keep you safe. How could he protect you from nightmares of things he didn’t know? At that time, everything to him was grey. He was attracted to you, liked you, but protecting you from things like that, it was another story. He needed to know the story behind the girl sleeping on his bed.

To him, as much as you were an open book, there were a lot of mysteries.

--

A sun ray slipped through the window and onto your face only to wake you up. Headache was killing you, the major pain made you close your eyes to the light. You looked around and you were alone on the bed, and you were wearing your underwear and bra underneath a big white shirt. Pictures of the night before were popping in your head, you smiled to them till your smile was wiped off by the memory you had of your sleep. It happened again; your worst fears only became true when you’d go to sleep just to freak you out. It had been years and nothing seemed better.

You sat on the bed, looking through the window you didn’t know Harry was looking through the night before. Flashbacks of your old life were streaming in your head and nothing could stop them. Your tears were about to drop down when Harry opened the door of the room, but you didn’t look in his way.

Yet, he looked at you with the tray that contained food and a glass of juice in his hands. He sighed and gave a smile, “Good morning, sleeping beauty.”

“What did I say yesterday, Harry?” You asked with no expression, not taking your eyes off the sun ray.

He walked to the bed and placed the tray on a nightstand, took a seat next to you.

“You remember?” He asked gently.

“No, I just remember the nightmare I had.”

“Did it happen before?”

“Yes. Every couple of days I get a nightmare and wake up to Jessica trying to calm me down.” Your voice was low, raspy, and sad.

“If you don’t want to tell, that’s fine, but I’m really worried about you.”

You sighed; headache was only getting worse.

“When I was seven, I watched my father slap my mom because she disagreed on something. When I got older, the violence only got worse. I was hit many times, saw my mom get hit, watched my father strip my brother to his boxers and tie him down as he hit him. Oh my god, I can’t no more, I can’t.” You sobbed and Harry only brought you into him, brushing your hair and rubbing your back.

Your cries only got louder as all the memories hit you all at once. You pulled away from Harry, your hands in his, “He-He slapped me and I didn’t do anything to deserve it, Harry. I didn’t deserve to be hit! H-he’d throw stuff at me and call me a nothing, that a pair of flip-flops were better than I was.” You sniffed and closed your eyes.

“He’s not here, baby, he’s not anymore.” He cupped your cheeks to make you look at him. “Look at me, y/n, open your eyes and look at me.” You opened your eyes at his words and he continued, “No one’s going to hurt you anymore, baby. I’ll kill anyone that comes near you, darling. You’re a big girl now, you’re independent, beautiful, successful, and you are better than everybody. Don’t cry, baby, I’m here. I swear nobody’s going to lay a finger on you.”

He held you closer and brought your head on his chest, kissed your temple.

Harry had decided, that protecting you was his responsibility from anyone, anything.

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So, what do you think should happen next?

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[lachlanzeez]

Could you do one where the reader is wicth ( powers like scarlet witch) her bff is enid and evetually Wednesday and she dates kent

PARTS: [1] [2] [3]

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you are a witch, and enid's best friend since diapers. You told each other everything. But you didn't know how to tell enid about your crush.

your powers are telekinesis, energy manipulation, and some form of neuroelectronic interfacing. Like you're really powerful, that's why you're so popular and that's why you have so many friends. Even bianca wanted to be your friend when you came here. but you had a crush on one of your friends.

kent

and it was a bad crush, that even wednesday started to wonder why you were so nervous around him and why you were always blushing at whatever he said.

You didn't know what to do so you went to ajax. Because your friends wouldn't think that you told him. "ajax!!" i yelled walking into the boys dorm. "(name)? are you okay? did they say something?" ajax said, quickly walking towards you asking you millions of questions. He was worried that something happened.

Ajax is your brother and he was always worried that maybe one day your friends would say something wrong and he would have to stone them. But you always told him that they wouldn't do something like that to you. But ajax and xavier were so protective over you it was suffocating sometimes. That's why enid had a crush on your brother, but you didn't really care, you wanted them together but your brother is to worried about you to even acknowledged enid which made you mad.

You told your brother first that you liked kent and then xavier because he walked in when you were talking to ajax. And they didn't really take it well.

"WHAT?!" ajax yelled when he first found out. "why would you like a siren?" xavier said, in a more calm tone. "'i'm going to give you so many reasons why you liking kent wrong!" they both said at the same time.

1- he's a siren 2- hes kent 3- hes bianca's best friend 4- hes pretty ugly ("no he isn't ajax!") 5- just everything!!

they did the list thing for a very very long time that you fell asleep halfway through it.

"(NAME)!!" i called, walking around the dorms trying to find my best friend. Me and (name) have been best friends in diapers and i needed to tell her something that involved her brother. And i didn't know how to tell her

1- i had a crush on her brother which is weird and 2- she's being very suspicious around kent and i want to know why. But i went back to my room to listen to my favourite song.

she-wolf - shakira

S.O.S. she's in disguise

S.O.S. she's in disguise

There's a she wolf in disguise

Coming out, coming out, coming out

A domesticated girl that's all you ask of me

Darling it is no joke, this is lycanthropy

The moon's awake now with eyes wide open

My body's craving, so feed the hungry

enid was dancing around the room while singing to her favorite song. She didn't know that ajax just walked into the room, going to ask enid where you were after you left while xavier and him were explaining the lists of reasons not to date kent

he saw enid dancing in her room. He was admiring her.

I've been devoting myself to you Monday to Monday and Friday to Friday

Not getting enough retribution or decent incentives to keep me at it

I'm starting to feel just a little abused like a coffee machine in an office

So I'm gonna go somewhere cozy to get me a lover

And tell you all about it

There's a she wolf in your closet

Open up and set her free

There's a she wolf in your closet

Let it out so it can breathe

Sitting across a bar, staring right at her prey

It's going well so far, she's gonna get her way

Nocturnal creatures are not so prudent

The moon's my teacher, and I'm her student

To locate the single men, I got on me a special radar

And the fire department hotline in case I get in trouble later

Not looking for cute little divos or rich city guys that just want to enjoy

But having a very good time and behave very bad in the arms of a boy

There's a she wolf in the closet

Open up and set her free

There's a she wolf in your closet

Let it out so it can breathe

S.O.S. she's in disguise

S.O.S. she's in disguise

There's a she wolf in disguise

Coming out, coming out, coming out

S.O.S. she's in disguise

S.O.S. she's in disguise

There's a she wolf in disguise

Coming out, coming out, coming out

There's a she wolf in your closet

Let it out so it can breathe...

while you were walking around the hallways at night singing that very known song that your best friend sings all the time. You didn't know that you boyfri- i mean your friend was watching you walk around.

staring at you with those mesmerizing bright blue eyes, divina was with him, she was tired seeing her friend and her twin ogling each other without the other one noticing.

so she did the most reasonable thing. she pushed kent out to were you were singing, making him bump into you with a flushed face.

And did she have the perfect plan. She just needed enid's help

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xoxo

-lachlan zeez

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[peach33melon]

PAC - Relationship with your current person?

Before I start, remember that these readings may not be accurate. Do not take it to heart, if it's not for you then it isn't for you!!

PILE 1:

Right off the bat, I think you may need to move on Pile 1. There seems to have been a situation involving lies, manipulation, or even this person not being who you thought they were. Whoever it is in this connection seems to be unfit for a relationship right now. They might not be able to fulfill your needs, emotionally and physically. They could also be insecure, aggressive, or just generally unstable.

The best advice I can offer you right now is that you should probably move on, and focus on making important moves. Your person might even be holding you back from rapid, needed growth. Take time for yourself, self care, hobbies, etc. Work on blooming into who you were meant to be, or want to be.

Maybe one day you'll find each other again, but that seems unlikely if there is not change. You will have probably moved onto bigger, and better things.

PILE 2:

Okay, first of all, I think this person and you could be vastly different. Or at least, one or both of you is different to what the other is used to. Someone in this connection could see the other person as more confident, popular, and attractive.

I get the feeling that someone could have been in an unhealthy relationship in the past. This could've caused a large amount of uncertainty and insecurity to fester. As a result, they could've built a large wall around their heart. Now, due to these sudden romantic feelings it's like their whole world is being torn apart. Every negative preconceived notion that they had about about relationships is quickly crumbling.

You make them feel safe and secure, but also so free and nervous. They might want to build a family. They want the big house, long road trips, and bonding time.

It is all SO DIFFERENT to what they're used to, but they're willing to try. A little reassurance is needed I think.

(Also, some of you could already have children and I think this person would not/does not mind, and would actually like having a family around.) They could also just feel comfortable around your family.

PILE 3:

There's so much going on in this pile, dawg. So, you guys either haven't admitted your feelings for each other yet or you're fighting for the 5th time this week alone.

There seems to be a lack of commitment on one side, and perhaps that's what's causing or could cause a disagreement. You might also be apart, or have a star crossed lovers type beat. It's really giving me, "I wanna make out with you so bad rn, but also I need to work on myself first", tbh. There seems to be so much tension but that's kind of what makes it work. One or both of you seems to have so much on their plate at the current moment which might've led to other conflicts. I feel like this is what's kind of causing this rift.

If I'm being honest, both of you might need to take a step back and get together when you feel ready. Don't think you have to be held down or do the things you're used to just because you're involved with someone romantically. This is also what might be causing them to be flighty as well. They're scared of commitment because they think they have to change who they are. You both seem like very dominant people, and it's scaring them because they feel as if they finally met their match.

There could be a problem where one of you drops everything or makes your partner the main priority in your life. Whoever this is needs to learn to balance everything appropriately and take care of themselves first while also communicating with said partner.

That's it!! Sorry if it didn't resonate :(

Tags: @lalalibrah

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