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I’m not crying. You are. We are all crying.

based off those two bf pictures of ingrid, ingrid, “you’re the only boyfriend i’ll ever have”, team outting

Caveman

Ingrid Engen x fem!reader

“Maybe we shouldn’t go.” Ingrid husks between heated kisses, gripping your thighs which rest on either side of hers.

Your lips pause their attack on the Norwegian’s, a smug grin spreading across your face at how quickly her facade has crumbled.

“Oh no, my love. You said it yourself, team outings are very important for the team.” You click your tongue in disapproval, your lips still hovering just a millimeter above hers.

“I said that before knowing what else we could be doing.”

The sudden blare of your phone ringing from across the room echoes through your shared apartment, pulling your attention away. Ingrid, unwilling to let go of the moment, leans in to reclaim your focus. But just as her lips are about to brush against yours, you twist away, reaching for your phone instead.

“Hello?” You answer without bothering to check the caller. “Ah, Patri! Sí, estaremos allí pronto.”

Ingrid groans loudly, tilting her head back dramatically against the couch while her hands continue their slow, teasing movements along your thighs.

“Was that Ingrid?” Patri asks on the other end of the line.

“Sí. She’s just a little unhappy about the plans we’ve had set all week!” Your voice rises slightly, deliberately drawing Ingrid’s attention, causing her to shoot you a death glare in response.

“Ohhh, I cockblocked her!” Patri cackles, her laughter booming through the speaker.

Ingrid groans once again, already dreading the teasing she’ll have to endure later. She watches you giggle softly behind your hand, attempting to muffle the sounds to prevent annoying your girlfriend further more.

“Patri, I should probably go before you see my face on the news under body found.” You glance at Ingrid, whose pout has deepened into a full-on grumpy scowl.

After a few more exchanges of goodbyes and see-you-soons, you finally end the call. The glare fixated on you becomes deadly now that there are no distractions left.

“Amor, once we’re done hanging out with the team, we can come back home and do whatever you like, vale?” You offer, resting your hands on both sides of Ingrid’s face, switching your eyes between both of hers.

“Fine, but only if you give me a kiss first.” Ingrid demands before shutting her eyes and pursing her lips.

You roll your eyes with a laugh, leaning in as if you're going to grant her wish only to swerve at the last second, pressing a quick kiss to her cheek instead.

“There. Now let’s go.” You tease, pulling away quickly and hopping off her lap.

Ingrid’s eyes snap open, and she immediately glares at you. “That doesn’t count.”

“It does too.” You sing, trailing around to the other side of the sofa.

“No. A real kiss, or I’m not moving.” She huffs, crossing her arms like a child denied candy.

Shaking your head in amusement, you run your hands from her shoulders to below her jaw, angling her head back. Leaning over, you capture her lips in a deep, lingering kiss, nearly recreating the iconic Spider-Man kiss.

Once you pull away from her lips, you place one more sweet peck on the beauty mark that lies between her eyebrows. Ingrid smiles softly at the gesture before tapping her hands against her thighs in motivation.

“Now we can go!” The brunette basically hops off the couch.

“You’re impossible.” You exhale sharply with a soft shake of your head.

—

“Mis amigas!” Claudia shouts from across the bar, already sounding tipsy from both her volume and looseness.

“There you guys are. We almost thought you bailed out on us.” Frido teases, rubbing your shoulders playfully.

“We’re only 10 minutes late, you know?” You roll your eyes as the team huddles around, while Ingrid remains at your side with a smile.

Dressed in nearly all black—leather jacket, turtleneck, and baseball cap—Ingrid looks unfairly good. The sight alone makes you want to drag her back home already.

“Ah! You two are here!” Patri exclaims, walking over to you two, having been at the bar before.

“Yeah, yeah, we’re here.” Ingrid grumbles, already tired of being bombarded for her minimal tardiness.

“Aw, miss grumpy over here.” Patri coos playfully, patting Ingrid’s shoulder with mock sympathy. “Stay strong, hermana.”

Ingrid scowls, her eyes narrowing in silent warning.

“I’m gonna go get us drinks, okay?” You whisper in the ear of your girlfriend, standing on your tippy toes to reach.

“Ok, kjære. Be careful.” Ingrid warns, resting her hand on your back before watching you head across the room.

Ingrid lets out a long sigh she didn’t know she was holding before taking off her hat and jacket to place near Alexia and Irene. She should’ve known her short peace would be disrupted soon when Patri approaches her once more.

“So, on a scale of one to raging frustration, how mad were you when I called?” Patri asks with a grin, sipping the drink in hand.

“Would you like me to show you my frustration, amiga—”

“Who’s that by your misses?” Kika asks from across the table, nodding her head towards your figure at the end of the bar.

Ingrid’s eyes immediately lock onto you and the man standing beside you. She takes note of the way you’re not pulling away or looking uncomfortable but smiling? Her eyes must be deceiving her because why would a man make you smile?

“Uh oh. The beast has awakened.” Claudia sings, hiding behind her glass.

Ingrid doesn’t hesitate. She instantly strides over, inserting herself between you and the stranger before wrapping an arm around your shoulders. You look up at her with a curious gaze but allow it nonetheless.

“There you are, min kjærlighet. I’ve been waiting for you.” Your girlfriend says, her tone surprisingly mild.

“I’m sorry, baby. I just got caught up in a conversation with…” You trail off, having noticed you never goy the stranger's name.

“Derek. It’s nice to meet you. You must be her friend?” Derek extends his hand with a friendly smile, not meaning any harm.

“Girlfriend.” Ingrid deadpans, begrudgingly shaking the man’s hand.

“My apologies.”

You clear your throat in an attempt to break the uncomfortable tension that has formed. “Derek here was just telling me how nice Norway was. He and his boyfriend visited recently.”

Ingrid’s eyes widen at your statement, realizing her worries were unfounded. You rub her side comfortingly, easing her tension.

“Oh! Well you should visit Tromsø during winter. It’s beautiful that time of year.” Ingrid smiles awkwardly in which Derek just chuckles.

“I’ll be sure to tell my boyfriend that. Speaking of boyfriend, I should probably return to him and my friends. It was nice meeting you two.” The man nods, grabbing his drinks before turning to return to his friends.

Once he’s gone, Ingrid traps her lip between her teeth, avoiding your insistent gaze.

“Let's go back to our friends, yeah?” You insist, grabbing your drinks before allowing her to drag you off to the table.

Once you arrive, you carefully place your two drinks on the surface and find your seat on your girlfriend’s lap. You wrap your right arm around her neck while your other picks up your drink before taking soft sips.

“I feel like a jealous, overprotective stupid boyfriend.” Ingrid mutters, fidgeting with the hem of your shirt.

“Well, you’re the only boyfriend I’ll ever have.” You tease, grabbing her baseball cap and placing it back on top of the girl’s head.

Ingrid groans embarrassingly, cocking her head to the side and nuzzling it into your neck with the best of her abilities due to her hat. You chuckle softly, rubbing your hand up and down her back.

“Dios mio, that was better than a movie.” Mapi cackles, nudging Patri while the rest of the table erupts in laughter.

“I should start calling every time I think you two are busy.” Patri grins, winking at you.

Ingrid groans into your neck, only making the team laugh harder.

“You’re all insufferable.” She mutters.

“Awww, but we love you.” Frido coos dramatically, batting her lashes.

You chuckle, running your fingers through Ingrid’s hair. “See, baby? They love you. Even when you go all caveman on me.”

“Caveman?” Ingrid pulls back, raising a brow at you.

“Well…” You draw out, playfully tugging the brim of her cap. “You did stomp over here and practically growl at poor Derek.”

“That was not a growl.” She protests.

“That was definitely a growl.” Kika chimes in, bumping shoulders with a laughing Ewa.

“I think I even saw her sniffing the air first,.” Claudia adds, barely containing her laughter.

Ingrid groans again, her grip on your waist tightening as she tries to hide her flustered expression. “You’re all the worst.”

“And you’re whipped.” Alexia finally speaks up, smirking as she sips her drink.

The table erupts in agreement, and Ingrid sighs in defeat.

“But you’re my whipped caveman.” You lean in, pressing a soft kiss to Ingrid’s cheek.

Ingrid huffs, but the way she holds you even closer tells you she secretly loves it.

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