#everyone is all. oh let's go spend money here come do this shit with me | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

soobnny · 10 months

Text

classmate au | park jay

❝ come with me to the canteen, i’ll pay for whatever you want ❞

honestly, jay usually just keeps to himself

sooooooo campus crush.

someone play message in a bottle by taylor swift

he only goes crazy when he’s with his friends but like tbh i don’t see him going around and socializing in the classroom 😭

he usually waits for his classmates to come to him ykwim

he’s also def a morning person

arrives to school like a whole HOUR before class starts

his parents probably drive him to school and drop him off on the way to work

he’ll just be sitting in his seat in the middle

minding his own business .. doing last minute homework .. on his phone

jay is annoying bc he’s the natural smart type

like he’ll just know random shit

he’s the type to mumble the answers under his breath during oral recitation

TO HELP !!!! TO HELP !!!!

you only have a few memories with the boy and the most prominent is just so silly

you had one of those by-three quiz bee type of activity in school where u had to write ur answers on a small whiteboard and raise them

jay’s group was seated in front of you

and he’d just notice you leaning forward and trying to copy off them bc ur team is hopeless 😭😭😭😭

SO he angles his whiteboard while answering so you can see better

to the point where when the teacher looks back he just shoves it in ur face right away

ur teams laughed so hard

but yah !!!! just a funny memory to remember him by

you don’t realize you live in the same neighborhood until you commute back home together once

insert spider-man meme here

“you also live here?”

“yeah, i do”

so, on the occasion that his parents pick him up from school in their fancy car, he lets you ride with them back home

and when commuting, he always makes sure to guarantee you a seat if that’s like a train or bus

also stands in front of you so strangers can’t be weird and creepy

since then, you always ride with him home whether that’s in their family car or commuting

it’s a silent agreement

and he gets so used to it to the point that he WAITS for you sometimes…

[faints]

you’d be caught up in your club meeting and just see jay hovering outside the classroom???

he’s on his phone, totally unaware of you heading towards his direction

“hey, you done?,” he’ll say, backpack swung behind him as he reaches to take yours

“you didn’t have to wait for me,” you’d reply shyly

“but we always go home together, don’t we? besides, it’s getting late and it’s not safe for you to commute back home at night”

JAYYYYYYY… the man that you are

when he gets comfortable, he starts talking to u in class too

like not just casual conversation

he’d full on sit next to you and gossip

which surprises u bc you’ve never seen him willingly get off his seat to gossip with someone

NOW important thing to note is that your canteen is like three buildings away from your classroom so it’s a long walk

this mf always asks you to come to the canteen with him during free period or when the teacher doesn’t show up to class

“let’s go to the canteen”

“no, it’s tiringgg”

“i’ll get you whatever you want”

“ok let’s go!”

he’s balling 😭😭😭😭

jay just lets you get whatever you want in the canteen

true to his word, he pays for all of it

it’s kind of being his secret tactic to manipulating you to come with him to things

but who’s rly winning??? you get FREE things and u hang out with THE pretty jay

he thinks he wins tho😕😕 bc he likes u and loves spending time with u

so when that “no” forms on ur lips, he knows exactly what to do to force you to come with him

THO u do pay for his food sometimes or the fare for commuting back home bc u feel bad for taking his money

oh jay also gives me the one who offers to have practice over at their house

you are a frequent visitor in his house

his parents know u… the housekeepers… everyone just knows you at this point

you even go to some of their family dinners together when u hang out and his dad suddenly wants to eat out

“bring (name)” PLSSSSSS

they’d be interrogating u and getting to know u and ur family lots

jay’s the one that gets embarrassed and tells them to stop !!!!!!!

sometimes his mom would let him bring food for u in school

“this is (name)’s favorite, right??”

his parents LOVE you

u just become part of their family 😭

to the point that they say “about time” when jay finally asks you to be his girlfriend

“finally!!! she was basically already my daughter anyway!!!” his parents would say

BUT THE QUESTION IS

How does he ask u to be his gf

i have a story for U !!!!!!!!

it’s one of ur school events and u’re one of the people going around taking photos for the paper or so u could post it on the school page

you would stumble upon him during his contest

he would give you a quick smile before going back to Concentration Mode

THEN u kind of get tired walking around the whole campus so u hang by ur room where all ur other classmates with no contests are

AND THERE’S A GUITAR

you don’t know how to play the guitar

you jokingly get it and put it on your lap just as jay walks into the room

his eyes light up and he’s stumbling to sit next to you, asking if you know how to play

you don’t 💔💔💔💔💔

so he teaches you BYE

he helps you learn some basic chords and some strumming patterns

would whisper a few words of praise even at the smallest things that you get right

jay is SOOOOO encouraging that it’s painful

would make so much accidental eye contacts at ur close proximity

anyways this school event lasts a few days

SO at the last day .. during awarding .. he asks if you’re busy and if you could meet him at ur classroom

it’s empty obv bc everyone is at the court for the awarding

HE CONFESSES

Yes just like that. jay confesses to u.

it’s so clear he’s nervous bc of his foot tapping and his fumbling hands and how he can’t make eye contact all of a sudden

ofc u say YES

when you go to upload the photos for the school event .. u find some pictures of u taken by him 🥹

2K notes · View notes

eddiesxangel · 5 months

Text

buy me presents | Santa!Eddie x Reader

Summary: your ex seems to be popping back into your life at the most inconvenient times, and your new boyfriend isn’t so jolly about the whole thing.

words: 2.3k

CW: Eddie is mall Santa; Eddie is possessive and protective over reader. Reader has ex-boyfriend who cheated and who makes unwanted advances. Smut, breeding kink, Christmas dirty talk. Reader and Eddie are in their 20's, but Eddie is a few years older. MDNI 18+ only

December 15th

Back at the mall, unaccompanied by your nephew Christopher, you were holiday shopping for your friends and family. The mall was packed; there are only ten days left until Christmas, and it seemed like everyone and their mother were out. The one good thing about being here is that you knew your boyfriend would be working today, and you hoped to catch him on his lunch break. You'd seen many familiar faces but had no time to stop for pleasantries; you were overwhelmed by the busy mall's commotion and noise, and you wanted to get your stuff, see Eddie and get out.

You'd been on seven dates since you first met Eddie two weeks ago. He had asked you to be his girlfriend on your last date two days ago. Were you moving fast? Maybe, but you were so into him. Your previous boyfriend, Kevin, was a total jerk and hadn't done half the things Eddie had done for you in the past two weeks in the two and a half years you were together.

You'd broken up with him three months ago when you found out he had been fooling around with Katrina, his "coworker," behind your back. He thought he was hot shit because he had Daddy's credit card, and he got him a swanky office job. It's too bad he wasn't actually doing any work and spending all his time and Daddy's money on the pretty pencil skirt during working hours.

"Well, well, well, look who it is" A shiver fell down your spine as you were knocked out of your own thoughts. You were looking at a window display in the middle of the mall where the Santa display was waiting for your boyfriend Eddie.

"Oh, it's you." You deadpan seeing Kevin and his friends approach you.

"What have we got here?" Kevin reaches down to the bag labelled Vctoria's Secret and grabs it from your hands. As he reaches inside and pulls out the lingerie you had bought to surprise Eddie, your blood boils. You're eyes are threatening to fill with tears as Kiven then asks if this is what you were planning on wearing to get him back.

Eddie could see you waiting for him; he signalled to you that he had five more minutes until his break. You gave him a smile and a thumbs up and turned to the window display behind you. Eddie's focus went back to the child approaching him.

"Leave me alone Kevin!" Eddie's head snapped from the child in his lap and filled the sound of your voice.

He saw a tall blonde guy talking to you with a bunch of what he assumed to be the guy's friends surrounding you.

"Come on, baby, you know you miss me." He went to grab your arm, and you flinched away. Eddie was seeing red. Who the fuck was this guy, and why was he touching his girl?

Eddie jumped up after the last child in line left, and he beelined to you, not caring. He was still dressed as the jolly head elf.

"What do you think you're doing?" You jumped at the sound of Eddie's voice coming from behind you. You turn to see your boyfriend looking meaner than usual when he is dressed up as Santa Claus.

"Oh, good you're here," You say to Eddie, taking his hand before turning to Kevin. "I'd love to stay and chat, but we have to go."

A burst of laughter falls from Kevin and his douchebag friends. "OH, don't tell me you're banging fatso." He laughed, poking Eddi's fake belly. "Fuck, who knew you were so kinky? Why are you holding out on me, baby?"

"You wanna say that again, pretty boy?" Eddie threatened. How dare he speak to you like that. Who the fuck even is this guy.

"Eddie baby, let's just go." You pleaded, pulling his arm, not wanting to make a bigger scene.

"No, babe, who the fuck is this guy? And why does he think he can talk to you that way? " You saw the look of concern in his eyes. He truly cared for you. It was a look you never saw Kevin I've you, not once in the two and a half years you were together.

"I'm her boyfriend," Kevin puffed out his chest.

"Ex-boyfriend," You corrected right away.

"Oh come on baby, stop playing this game, I know you want me." he went to reach for you again, but Eddie stepped in front of him. Eddie towered over him even though Kevin was tall, Eddie was taller.

"You touch my girl again, and that pretty boy face of yours isn't going to look so pretty," Eddie growled through his white synthetic beard.

Eddie tried his best to look intimidating; however, his cutie rosy nose and cheeks were not helping.

"We got a problem here?" the mall security guard butted in just as Kevin was getting into Eddie's face. You sighed a breath of relief that this was finally ending.

"No problem, officer, we were just leaving," Kevin replies smugly. "See you around, baby." He smirks and your stomach churns.

" You're getting coal in your stocking, young man!" Eddie replies as he realizes all the kids are watching him, and he is still, in fact, dressed as Kris Kringle.

December 18th

You were at the local coffee shop in your regular booth waiting for Eddie to come out of the bathroom.

"Surprise, surprise, fancy seeing you here, baby." Your skin crawled as the voice of the one and only ex-boyfriend filled your ears.

"Don't call me that, I broke up with you ." you grit through your teeth.

"Come on, baby," He slid into your side of the booth, blocking you in with no way out. "I know you want me." you cringed back as Kevin's unwanted hand came tracing up your arm and across your chest, groping you before he was jerked backwards by the hood of his jacket. landing on his ass.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Eddie, your Eddie came barling out of the bathroom to see you in distress because of the fucker from the mall.

"Who the fuck are you?" Kevin scremed. His eyes went wide when he examined Eddie. He looked scary; he was all combat boots, leather and heavy metal, while Kevin was all polo shirts, country clubs and Sperry's.

You watched with wide eyes as Eddie picked up Kevin off of the floor, "I told you last time, you lay a finger on my girl one more time; I was going to fuck up that prettyboy face." Eddie growled.

"Santa?" Kevin's lip quivered before Eddie pushed him out the door.

Your coffee was long forgotten as you scrambled to get your purse and chase after Eddie. The last thing you need is Kevin pressing charges.

Just before Eddie was about to knock the shit out of your ex, you yelled out to him, breaking Eddie's trace. He had totally forgotten you were there, watching him.

"Baby, please let's just go," You gently grab his raised fist and open his hand to interlock your fingers with his. Eddie was still snarling with his other hand still wrapped up in the collar of your ex's shirt, pressing him up against the brick wall. The fear in Kevin's eyes was pathetic; you knew he had never gotten into a fistfight a day in his life.

"Please," You begged. As you turned Eddie's face from Kevin's to yours, the anger from his face slipped away once he saw your pleading eyes.

"You're lucky, pretty boy." Eddie gave him one last shove before wrapping a protective arm around you and turning you to the car.

"Thank you, baby." You kiss Eddie's cheek as he opens the car door for you.

"You don't have to thank me, Sugarplum." He brushes it off as no big deal. It was a big deal. He was your protector. Your knight in shining armour. And you knew just the thing to do to thank him.

"Baby, I have a surprise for you when we get back to mine... You can come in for a little while, yeah?" You were going to wait for Christmas but you thought he deserved his gift a little early.

Seeing Eddie so worked up and protective over you was such a big turn-on that you sprinted to your apartment because you couldn’t wait to give Eddie his gift. You told Eddie to wait outside the bedroom door and not to come in until you said so.

You pulled out the Christmas theme lingerie from your drawer. You washed it after Kevin's grubby fingers were on it. You stripped as quick as possible and stepped into the sexy little outfit. You were wrapped up like a Christmas present as a big silky red bow was tied around your chest that pushed your boobs up just right. You paired it with a matching silk thong that has a smaller bow on the back just above your ass. You had sheer red thigh-high stockings and these cute little red reindeer antlers that you clipped onto your head.

Eddie was bouncing on his heels the whole time you were in the room getting ready he had no idea what he was walking into.

"Baby, come in," You cooed, and his jaw hit the floor as he opened the door.

There you were wrapped up for him like a perfect little present.

"Fuck baby when did you get this" He reached out to examine the outfit.

"When I was at the mall, Santa needed a gift, too, you know?." You bit your lip.

You felt Eddie grope your ass as he landed in to take your mouth in his. He kissed you deep and smooth as he pushed you gently onto the bed.

"Fuck I'm so glad you dropped that douchebag." He hummed into your mouth before his kissed and sucked down your neck.

"Let's not talk about him." You hummed back. "How about we focus on you unwrapping me." You arched your back so that your breasts could graze Eddie's chest.

"Fuck, don't have to tell me twice." Eddie pulled apart the bow that was holding you together.

"You're my perfect little present, aren't you?" Eddie praised before he latched his mouth on your exposed nipple. He nipped and licked and sucked until you cried out with pleasure. He knew your body like no other man before him.

Eddie trailed a finger down your sternum right to the waistline of your panties. "What am I going to find if I fully unwrap you? Am I going to find a toy? Is that it? You're going to be my little fuck toy for the evening?" He circled a single digit around your clothed mound, teasing you.

"Yes," You sighed.

"Fuuuuuuck baby, then what am I waitin' for?" He flipped you over so you were on all fours. You arched your ass out so Eddie got the perfect view of the little bow perched right above your little hole. Eddie let out a groan of pleasure at the sight in front of him. He didn't know about the little bow on your panties, and he swore, right then and there, he would marry you. "I swear you're trying to kill me, Sugarplum." You giggled as he gripped each of our cheeks in both hands, and he spread you apart to get a better look.

"Shit baby you're already soaked through your panties." He sighed before leaning in to lap and you're clothed cunt.

"Oh god!" You cried out as Eddie's warm mouth consumed your heat. Eddie's hands massaged the thick muscle of your ass as he continued to lick at the juices leaking from your panties.

"What are you waiting for, baby? Unwrap me." You look back at him from over your shoulder, arching your back as far as you can.

Eddie peeled your panties off, pulling them down slowly. He was savouring and memorizing the sight of a string of your slick being pulled with your panties. He then turning to lay under you so your cunt was hovering over your face. "Sit on my face," Edde instructed before pulling you down directly on him. His tongue worked its magic, and you saw stars. As he hummed into your pussy your body shook.

"Oh my god I’m gunna cum!" You scream. You could feel Eddie smirk against your pussy; he was so smug he could have you coming on his face in two minutes flat. "That's it, baby girl, need you nice and wet so I can fuck this pussy right." Eddie's mouth never failed to make you wet; whether it was his words or his tongue, he always could make you soak your panties.

After your first orgasm washed over you Eddie slid from under you and propped himself up on the pillows. You followed him as you straddled his waist.

"You wanna be my little toy tonight? Gunna use this pussy like my own little fleshlight." Eddie aligned his cock with your entrance and pulled your hips down onto his cock, splitting you open.

“Fuck baby, you gunna cream my cock? That’s what you’re made for right? Designed to be my dirty little toy, hmm” he bounced you up and down in his cock. His cock hit that spot inside of you that made you feel snowflakes in your lower tummy.

“Yes-yesss, only for you” you panted as your muscles in your legs started to burn. You held yourself up by gripping Eddie’s shoulders. He kissed and panted into your mouth. It was messy, it was hot. The feeling of his cock brushing your inner walls made your eyes roll back in your head.

“Fucking me so good” you cried as your second orgasm snuck up on you.

“You love being my little fuck toy don’t you?” Your pussy clamped itself around Eddie at his words, also making him cum instantly.

“Fuck you milk this cock so good. Gunna fill you till you’re leaking me for days.”

“God you fuck me so good” you giggle resting your forehead against his.

“Best Christmas gift ever” Eddie panted before he flipped you over for another round.

Reposted 🎅🏻

#eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x fem!reader smut #eddie munson #eddie fanfiction #Eddie x you #Eddie smut #eddie x fem!reader #eddie x reader #Spotify

533 notes · View notes

ilongfor-the-arts · 9 months

Note

Just read the museum marquis fic and I love it. I wonder what would a fanfic where the marquis de gramont met a ballerina reader?

Poetry in Motion

Pairing: Marquis de Gramont x fem! Reader

Warnings: mild language

Summary: A tall and handsome man has been watching you preform for a while. What will happen when he finally chooses to introduce himself?

Word Count: 2.5k

I got multiple reqs for this! So, here ya go! Enjoy!

“You’re late Y/N!”

I dashed into the locker room, tossing my bag atop the dressing room counter.

“I know! I know! I’m really sorry! My apartment door wouldn’t lock and there was traffic and then-”

My director held up a hand, silencing me.

“I don’t care. Please-just, be ready to go by showtime.”

I nodded vigorously.

“Yes, yes, of course. I will be ready, I promise.”

She quickly turned on her heels and began walking in the opposite direction. Her blue dress swayed gently as the dancers rushed around her. Her spine was straight, her posture rigid.

I don’t blame her. I'm just as nervous as everyone else to see how this performance goes. Unfortunately, I'm a dancer, so rigid posture isn't ideal. I'm forced to keep my anxiety bottled up inside my head.

“Y/N.”

My friend called my name, jolting me from my trance. She was fully dressed, with a full face of makeup. She stared at me, completely stunned.

“Y/N, you better hurry! Everyone else is ready to go!”

I moved rapidly, quickly opening my makeup bag, praying I had enough time.

“What took you so long?”

I slapped my palms against the table, annoyed.

“Oh, Clara, it’s been such an aggravating day.”

I stared at my reflection, watching as the foundation completely coated my face.

“Do tell.”

I took out my eye makeup.

“Well, first my apartment wouldn’t lock.”

I closed one eye and applied eyeshadow as quickly as I could.

“My key wouldn’t work! And of course I couldn’t just leave my apartment unlocked so I had to bother my neighbor to get the spare key I gave her.”

I moved on to the other eye.

“Then there was so much traffic. Then I couldn’t find a good parking spot because I got here so late. Then I had to walk almost six blocks.”

My eye makeup looked... alright. Sure, if I had an extra hour, I could make it look fantastic. But, due to my unfortunate situation, I had to settle for average.

“Wow girl, that’s rough. I’m sorry.”

I pulled out my blush.

“Well, if it makes you feel any better, I think that cute guy will be here tonight.”

I scoffed loudly.

“He’s always here. If he goes four days without seeing a ballet, just assume he’s dead.”

Oh my goodness, that blush color was really clashing with my eyeshadow. Shit! I didn't have time to remove it and start over. Perhaps I could just add another color to my eyes, creating a strange hybrid color that would blend well with the blush.

“I don’t know Y/N. I’ve been here longer than you, and he only started going regularly once you got here.”

I rolled my eyes.

“Yeah, right. It’s probably just a coincidence. I doubt he’d spend a shit ton of money on fancy ballet tickets just to see some pretty girl dance.”

I watched Clara shrug from the corner of my eye.

“I dunno. He always dresses like he’s ready to meet the queen, and he sits in a box. He doesn’t seem short on funds. He definitely could be the type to buy ballet tickets just to admire you.”

Okay, the blush and eyeshadow looked fine. I could handle "fine." I could work with "fine.”

“I don’t know Clara. You know, when you watch a performance, faces and names blend together because there are so many people on stage. I doubt he picked me out of the crowd and decided I was going to become the object of his affection.”

I put on some red lipstick, trying not to be distracted by the fact that all the dancers I saw in the mirror were fully prepared.

“Besides, a handsome man like that?... he probably has a girlfriend.”

Clara perked up.

“Oh, so you admit you think he’s handsome.”

I rolled my eyes for a second time.

“I mean, come on Clara, look at him!”

Clara let out a loud and obnoxious laugh. My face turned hot. Thankfully, the makeup covered most of the natural pink that had begun to appear on my cheeks.

“Oh my God you have a little crush on him, don’t you!”

I held up my hands in defense.

“I am not having this conversation right now!”

I stood, rushing over to the costume rack.

“I’ve never seen him with a girl Y/N! I think he’s single and ready to mingle!”

Clara’s loud voice drew some attention. I swiveled on my heels and placed a finger to my lips.

“Sh!”

The show was finished, and the final bows were taken.

The roar of the crowd washed over me like a wave. I was moved to know that they were all applauding for this performance. As the entire company gathered for one final bow, I observed the crowd's faces contort into bright smiles. I felt moved knowing that at least one person in the audience was thinking about what a wonderful job I did tonight.

I hoped it was the man whose appearance I had grown accustomed to over the past few weeks.

The gold theater sparkled. The red seats gradually vanished as people rose to pay their respects to the performers.

I was unable to avoid glancing around at the various people in the crowd. I started in the box seats, hoping to spot a tall man with a penchant for fashion.

No luck.

My gaze was drawn to the floor seats. I scanned them all as quickly as I could. Maybe he sat closer? If he truly came to see me, it wouldn't hurt to get the best view possible in the front row.

No luck.

I'm not sure why I was so desperate for him to be here. Nonetheless, I felt my heart sink slightly as I considered the possibility that he missed tonight's performance.

We finished with a company bow. We waved goodbye, and quickly scattered off the stage.

“Y/N!”

Clara exclaimed as we walked back to the dressing rooms.

“You did so well! Jesus, I thought for sure you’d be all scattered from coming in late, but you really pulled it off well!”

I didn't notice her hands cutting through the air as she spoke. I didn't even bother looking at her. I kept my head down, stuffing various cosmetics into my black backpack.

“Thanks Clara.”

I said flatly.

“Alright, what’s going on? Who’s got you bummed?”

I grit my teeth.

“He’s not here tonight.”

Clara leaned in.

“What did you say?”

“I said he’s not here tonight!”

I snapped involuntarily. Clara retreated.

“Woah woah, how do you know this?”

“I didn’t see him in the crowd.”

Clara furrowed her brow.

“Come on Y/N, there’s thousands of people in that crowd! There’s no way you could’ve checked every seat for him!”

My lips were pursed. Clara wrapped her hands around my shoulders, soothing me. She leaned into my ear, lowering her voice to a whisper.

“I bet he showed up tonight. And if he didn’t, it was his loss entirely.”

The cold Paris air bit at my exposed skin. The chill penetrated my tank top, chilling me to the bone. I drew the sides of my peacoat together, attempting to conceal my torso and thighs from the wind.

I began to stroll, trying to enjoy the lovely Paris evening despite the fact that so much was less than ideal.

After about thirty paces, I was struck by an uneasy sense that someone was watching me. I initially ignored it. There were numerous high-rise apartment buildings. I'm sure that feeling came from being a window away from someone's living space, and the possibility that someone was watching me inadvertently.

I couldn't shake the feeling even after another thirty paces. The buildings in this particular neighborhood were completely dark. That is, everyone was sleeping, and if anyone was watching me, it probably would go unnoticed by bystanders.

I took a peek over my shoulder to ensure my intuition was correct.

About thirty feet behind me was a tall, lanky man in a black coat.

Alright, probably just a coincidence-

Wait.

I did a double take.

Holy shit.

It was the guy from the ballet!

This all is just one big coincidence.

I kept my head down, trying to maintain my composure.

His footsteps became audible. I focused on them, noticing that they were becoming slightly louder with every step.

Shit.

Shit!

God, this guy is a total creep! How could I be so stupid?!

I’m about to get totally kidnapped!

I started to move faster, trying to appear calm despite being aware that my heart was pounding in my ears. My blood rushed to my heart, leaving my face pale and cold.

God, he’s getting closer!

Jesus my stomach is in knots!

“Don’t look so frightened, darling.”

The man’s velvety accent pierced the air like a knife. My heart jumped.

I’m fucked.

“Really, I just want to talk with you.”

No way in hell was I stopping. My calves burned. My eyes were wide. My hands trembled within my pockets.

My chest came into contact with something solid. I stumbled back, looking up.

Oh my goodness, he was right in front of me.

How did he get there without me hearing?

The heat left my body.

I stood, wide eyed and perplexed.

The man's neutral gaze softened as he noticed my anxiety.

“I am very sorry to have frightened you, madame. I am simply a fan wishing to pay my respects.”

He placed a hand on his chest.

“I promise, I mean no harm. There is no reason to be frightened.”

He was considerably taller than me. In two seconds, he could pick me up and throw me into the back of a shady white van.

Nonetheless, his luxurious accent and courteous eyes made me believe he was telling the truth. So I allowed myself to relax ever so slightly.

“Did you come and see the show tonight?”

A smirk played on the corners of his lips.

“But of course. It would be foolish of me to disregard the opportunity to observe such talent.”

Wow, I'm going to give credit where credit is due. He’s a smooth talker. He speaks with such elegance. I'm unable to ignore his words. With bated breath, I await each sentence.

“Well, that is very kind of you to say.”

He slipped his hands into the pockets of his black overcoat, shrugging nonchalantly.

“I only convey the complete truth. In my lifetime, I have seen hundreds of ballets, operas, and plays. It is uncommon to find such a passion for the arts in the hearts of the prefromers. Few people allow creativity to encompass every aspect of them. But, I have noticed fire within you.”

He glanced deeply into my eyes, as if he wanted to capture some of the "fire" within me and preserve it for himself.

“I can tell by the way you dance and command the stage.”

The gentle breeze rustled the end of his overcoat as his pale eyes shone in the pale moonlight. He exuded a sense of mystery that beckoned me to embrace the unknown.

“Your blood runs red with creativity.”

He came to a halt, his piercing gaze catching my lips before darting back to my eyes.

“And, your beauty is unmatched.”

Forget about my face being cold; it was now scorching hot. I just hope I kept enough blush on my cheeks to hide the natural pink.

He extends his leg, the buckle of his pricey loafer catching the moonlight. He steps closer, the wonderful aroma of whiskey and bergamot wafting into my nose. The scent cloud muffles my brain, making me dizzy with anticipation.

“How long have you been dancing for?”

I raise my eyebrows.

“Oh, well, my entire life. I started the moment I could walk and I’ve pretty much been in the dance studio everyday since.”

The enigmatic man nodded, pleased with my response. I took my hands from my pockets, as they were sweating despite the chill.

“And… Do you enjoy it?”

I nodded vigorously.

“Yes, I remember, um-.”

I took a deep breath, careful not to trip over my words and reveal that my heart was racing.

“I remember my first official dance class. I was- about four or five.”

I swallowed, a lump forming in my throat.

“All the kids were complaining. I mean, y’know, at that age it basically is just an excuse for the parents to get their obnoxious kids out of the house.”

He chuckled.

Yes!

“But I never complained, not once. I loved it from the start. And, it’s completely consumed my life since then.”

He took another step forward. The distance between us was almost non-existent now. To meet his gaze, I had to almost completely crane my neck back.

“I can tell. You don’t just dance, you float over the stage. It really is beautiful to watch.”

His voice dropped to a sultry whisper.

“You are beautiful to watch.”

My stomach flipped.

My breath caught in my throat as he cupped my face with his hand. His grip was gentle, as if he were coddling a baby bird.

My mind was empty, a void waiting to be filled by him.

He exhaled deeply, a breath fanning over my face. I instinctively leaned into him, craving his warmth, craving his scent, craving…

Him.

He ran his calloused thumb along my cheekbone. My face was burning. I knew he could feel it beneath his palm.

He grinned.

“You have a very bright future in the arts. Paris is only the beginning.”

I could sense the tension rising. I was on the edge of my seat, waiting for something magnificent to unfold.

A hug?

A proclamation of love?

A kiss?

“I hope and pray that you will allow me to be an integral component of your bright future.”

He slipped something into my empty pocket sneakily. He smiled broadly. My heart skipped a beat. His smile was enticing, so simple yet so effective.

“Call me, Ma chère.”

He took a step back, turned, and began to stroll away. My shoulders loosened. My chest gave way. My cheeks had lost their warmth. The tension had been released.

I could breathe.

I could think.

“Wait!”

I shouted. He glanced over his shoulder.

His figure looked very intriguing. Most of his ridges and curves were hidden by his long coat. It enticed one to venture into uncharted territories.

“What’s your name?”

He scoffed.

“When you call, I will tell you.”

988 notes · View notes

youunravelme · 10 months

Text

to all the girls you've loved before part 5

author's note: this might be the softest part out of all of them? sorry for the wait, i hope the fluff makes up for it. :)

pairing: single dad!mat barzal x reader

summary: being a nanny for rich people was probably the worst thing that ever happened to you, until you started working for mat.

warnings: children, rich people, very volatile/toxic relationship

day forty-four

"does this look okay?" mat popped his head in your room where you were sitting on your bed with a book in your lap.

"you look like you normally do."

he ran a hand down his face. "i mean, is it appropriate to wear to a doctor's appointment?"

oh shit.

you forgot.

you jumped off the bed and ran into the walk in closet.

"did you forget?" mat teased. any sign of insecurity at his outfit choice disappeared when you sprinted into the closet.

"would you believe me if i said no?"

he laughed. "not a chance." he cleared his throat. "let me go wake ella up and get her ready."

you pulled on a pair of jeans and a sweater as well as thick socks and shoes. you walked out, nearly running into mat and ella in the hallway.

ella immediately perked up at seeing you and reached for you while mat rolled his eyes.

"can't believe she loves you more."

"i'm with her all day," you quipped. but the second the words left your mouth, you were backpedaling. "not to say that you're an absent father!" you amended. "i just mean that i live here and i take care of her when you're not here, so she sees me more and--"

mat's laughter cut you off. he placed a strong hand on your shoulder and squeezed. "i didn't take it that way, relax." and like nothing happened, he continued down the hall to the living room.

a sigh escaped your lips the second his touch was gone.

it was another ten minutes before the three of you left. originally, you were stunned that he asked you to join him in the first place, but when mat explained how confused he and tito were for that the first doctor's appointment, it made more sense.

everyone needed an emotional support friend.

you had a whole crew of them help move you out of your old apartment.

even the thought of that day made you want to tear up again. you'd never been one for having a large group of friends, usually just a close few. but after graduating college, after your school friends moved away from the city, somewhere along the way, you stopped picking up your phone to text them.

which was how you landed in your former apartment with natalie. she was a friend of a friend, and easy enough to live with.

until she fucked your boyfriend.

so when mat, tito, sydney, and marty all helped you move out? even after only knowing the latter two for less than twenty-four hours?

they put your old friends to shame.

"what's going on in that mind of yours?" mat asked. "you got quiet." you shrugged. "oh come on, you're thinking about something! i can see the wheels turning in your head."

"you sound like my mother."

mat guffawed and laughed at the same time in a sound that you wanted to commit to memory. "your mother? should i be offended?"

you smiled despite yourself. "she's alright."

"she must be if she raised you."

you crossed your arms. "you're such a flatterer."

"only for you."

you ignored the weird fluttering sensation in your gut and rolled your eyes. "wait till i tell tito that you like me more."

mat groaned and ran a hand over his mouth. "please don't, i get enough shit from him as it is."

interesting.

you turned in your seat to face him a little more. "and what shit would he be giving the great mathew barzal? spending too long on your hair? being too talented? having too many female fans?"

as you came to a stoplight, mat rubbed the back of his neck, looking increasingly more uncomfortable with your line of questioning. "not necessarily..." he trailed off.

but you ignored his signs of hesitancy and kept pressing on. "i bet it's about you being a dilf."

if the car was moving, you'd bet money that mat would've slammed on the brakes. but you were currently still sitting at the stoplight, so he just looked at you with an expression that boarded on shocked and horrified.

"a what?"

"surely, you know what a dilf is, mat."

he sputtered. "i mean i uh know what it is--"

"then why are you so flustered?" you asked, leaning on the center console.

"just wasn't expecting you to say that is all."

"i'm sure you and your teammates have said worse in the locker room."

"yeah but that's them and you're you and--" he cut himself off and chose to wave his hands in the air like that action alone would fill in the blanks.

"and what?"

mat accelerated as the light turned green. "i just didn't know you saw me that way."

you shrugged and sat back in your seat, ignoring the way your heart raced at the way the conversation took a turn. "don't tell me i'm the first person to say you're attractive, mat."

"well, no, but--"

"so what's the big deal? it's just me."

mat shrugged. "exactly. it's you."

you froze momentarily, but tried to brush his comment off like it didn't send a shiver down your spine.

the both of you were silent for the rest of the ride.

when you got to the doctor's office, both you and mat got out, with mat offering to carry ella into the building. though, the three of you made it twenty feet before ella was whining for you.

"my own child likes you more," he grumbled.

you just laughed.

the waiting room was semi full when the three of you walked in, but mat was the only dad in sight.

he leaned down towards you with a hand on the small of your back. "i'll go check us in if you'll find us a seat."

you did as he asked and ignored the way you could feel his touch long after he walked away. you and ella found a seat in a corner away from most of the women and children there. did you look antisocial? maybe just a little, but you weren't taking chances of ella or yourself getting sick, and you sure as hell weren't taking a chance on mat's health with the season in full swing.

"didn't want to sit with the other families?" mat asked as he took the seat next to you.

"i don't know those people, why would i sit next to them? they could be sick."

mat nodded along. "fair enough."

the three of you only waited a few minutes before ella's name was called. you stood up but it was mat who gestured for you to lead, again, with his hand on your back guiding you.

the nurse took a few vitals before taking the three of you back to the room. "the doctor will be with you shortly," she said before leaving you, mat, and ella alone.

it wasn't long before you heard another knock on the door and the doctor came in. she greeted the three of you before getting right down to business, directing you to place ella on the table.

doctor stevenson took ella's vitals while she wriggled around and reached for you and mat. "vitals look good," she said. "now she does need to have a few vaccines today..." the doctor kept talking but you were focused on mat.

specifically how all the color drained from his face.

you placed your hand on his back and directed him to one of the open chairs in the room, scared he might pass out if he stayed standing.

"is everything alright?" the doctor asked.

mat sat down and exhaled. "are you sure she has to get shots today?"

doctor stevenson's face looked grim. "do you not like needles or...?"

"i don't like seeing my daughter cry," he admitted.

"that's completely normal for parents," the doctor assured him. "if you'd like, you can stay out in the hall and we'll let you know when we're done. should only take a few minutes, if that."

you weren't listening to the doctor though, your eyes were focused on mat's face. a deep set frown worked its way onto his lips and you hated it. you reached out and touched his shoulder. "i can stay with her, if you don't wanna be in the room," you said.

his eyes met yours; for a man as confident as he was, you'd never seen him so hesitant. "last time she got shots, it about broke me."

"that's okay," you said. "i'll be here if you wanna step outside. i'll still be here if you wanna stay."

he nodded and stood up. for a second, you thought he'd make his way to the door, but he stood by the table and kissed the top of ella's head. "it's gonna be okay, ella bean," he mumbled.

doctor stevenson looked at you before pulling out the needles. you saw how mat kept eyeing them in the corner of his eye, but kept his focus on ella who was babbling like nothing was going on.

it took a few seconds after the first injection before the water works started. ella's cry sounded throughout the room but instead of looking at her, your eyes were focused on mat.

he was completely enraptured by ella, whispering soft things to her in an attempt to soothe her.

"it's okay, ella. dada's here," he whispered. "it's okay."

she kept crying despite the calm voice mat was using. she was twisting towards him and away from the doctor.

"just one more," doctor stevenson said. and in a minute, she was finished.

but ella wasn't.

the second the needle was pulled out and the band aids were placed, mat was picking ella up and cradling her to his chest. she wailed and wailed, only calming down when mat was bouncing her and speaking softly in her ear.

you halfway listened to doctor stevenson talk about what percentile of weight and height ella was in, half of your attention was focused on the gentle way mat was holding his daughter and how his arms, as strong as they were, protected his child from the big, bad, scary needles.

you were free to follow the nurse out the door to checkout. mat refused to let go of ella, so you were the one scheduling the next appointment and entering it into your shared google calendar.

ella was still hiccuping from the crying by the time the three of you got to the car. mat strapped her in while you got in the front seat and looked through the paperwork they gave you.

"everything look alright?" mat asked as he got in his seat and locked the doors.

"yeah, she's right as rain. i added the next appointment to our calendar."

mat hummed.

"what?" you asked.

"our calendar?"

"we share a calendar, mat. that was your idea, if you recall." you weren't about to be embarrassed about something he initiated. why would you? it's just a calendar, not something with an underlying meaning.

"i know," he smiled. "i just like the sound of it, is all." he put the car in reverse and placed his hand on your headrest.

"weirdo," you mumbled to compensate for the fact that you also liked referring to something as mundane as a calendar as ours.

mat scoffed. "i'm not the weirdo. you're the weirdo."

"oh please, i have an entire roster of your teammates that would say otherwise."

"you would trust their word over mine?"

you shrugged. "majority rules."

you didn't think someone could roll their eyes as hard as mat did in that moment.

the three of you got home a few minutes later. mat was in charge of getting ella while you grabbed his keys. you both waved to the doorman and headed up to your shared apartment.

god, you loved saying that more than you probably should.

"are you still going out with syd later?" mat called after you when you got into the apartment. you were headed back to your room while he was putting ella in the play pin.

you stripped out of your clothes and changed into something more comfortable. "yeah!" you called back, walking back down the hallway to the living room. "why?"

"tito and anders invited me out for drinks, so i'll need to find a babysitter."

"i can ask grace if she knows anyone--"

"don't. i'm the one who needs the sitter, it's my responsibility, not yours."

ella babbled in what you assumed was agreement.

later that day, you heard mat getting ready in his room while you got dressed in yours with ella playing on the floor with her toys. you weren't dressed in anything too fancy, just a nice black dress that had been sitting in the back of your old closet because your roommate said it was "too slutty for someone who has a boyfriend."

then she went and fucked your boyfriend, so you couldn't really say you gave a shit about her opinion anymore.

you strapped some heels on and gave yourself a once over in the mirror, fluffing your hair when it looked too flat. you scooped ella up and made a mental note to bring her toys out to her play pin later when you got back.

if you could even walk straight.

you weren't planning on getting shitfaced, but does anyone over the age of 23 ever plan on it?

you carried ella down the hallway and into the living room where mat sat on the couch on his phone with espn playing on the tv.

"i thought you'd eventually get tired of all the sports talk," you commented.

mat didn't even look up, he just liked a random person's photo. "it's nice background noise. besides, they're talking about sports other than just hockey."

"right." you walked in front of him to put ella in her play pin, your heels clicking on the hardwood. it wasn't until you turned around that you saw him staring. "what?"

mat cleared his throat and rubbed the back of his neck. "nothing! you just look...nice."

you smiled. "thank you! syd should be here any minute now. where did i put my phone..." your voice trailed off as you looked around for your cell phone.

"it's on the coffee table," mat said. and low and behold, it was. "do you have a coat? it's supposed to get cold tonight."

you nodded and headed to the coat closet beside the front door. you grabbed the black peacoat you had since college and tried to put it on before a pair of hands stopped you.

"let me help," was all mat said as he held the coat open for you. it took you a second to register what he was saying, he had to clear his throat to get you to snap back to reality.

"thanks," you said as you put your arms in the sleeves. your phone started ringing a second later, sydney's contact photo taking over your screen. "are you sure you don't want me to wait until she gets here?" you asked, talking about the babysitter. "i can help explain ella's routine!"

but mat rolled his eyes and herded you closer to the door. ""i'll be fine, go have fun!"

"if you need me, text me."

he gave you an award winning smile. "if you need me, call me."

you nodded and walked out, picking up the phone as mat locked the door behind you. "hey, i'm on my way down."

"great! i have an uber waiting for us."

you walked a little faster to the elevator, determined to not let the uber run up more money than was necessary, despite the fact that sydney was not strapped for cash.

you made it down quickly and without busting your ass on the polished floor.

sydney was waiting in a black suv like she was some government official in a marvel movie. she popped the back door open when she saw you and smiled. "you look fantastic!" she said once you got inside the vehicle.

you looked over her outfit which wasn't too dissimilar to yours, just not as revealing. "grace is joining us, hope that's okay!"

you nodded, vaguely recalling meeting anders' wife when jason had that meltdown in front of everyone.

not the best first impression, you hoped tonight would make her forget about that first night.

grace met you and sydney at a bar about twenty minutes away from yours and mat's apartment. she smiled as the two of you got out of the car, hugging you instead of shaking your proffered hand.

"it's great to see you again," she said. "you look fantastic."

"so do you!" you replied.

the three of you walked into the bar and were immediately greeted by loud music and an enormous crowd. you pushed your way through the people and ended up in front of the bar.

"get what you want!" sydney yelled over the music. "it's on me, tonight."

it didn't seem like a lot, but when you thought back to how jason and natalie both would conveniently go out with you on nights when they were broke, and then proceed to ask you to fund their near alcohol addiction? you were immensely grateful. if you were a pettier woman, you would've venmoed natalie and jason for the money they owe you in drinks alone.

but you were moving on, making peace with your new situation, your job, your new friends.

and mat.

you weren't sure what category to put him in yet.

"boss" seemed too professional. "friend" didn't seem heavy enough.

"what're you having?" the bartender's question snapped you out of your reflective moment. you gave him the order and watched as he started to make it.

your drink was in front of you after you waited for a few minutes. you sipped at it while walking to the table grace had picked out.

"so how's it going, living with mat?" grace asked as soon as you walked up.

you shrugged lightly. "not as bad as i thought it would be. i was expecting it to be awkward, but it's just been nice not to have to wake up as early to go to work."

sydney nodded. "matt told me barzy looks happier since you moved in."

"anders too," grace added. "my husband said he needs to 'meet this girl who has barzy smiling like a fool.'"

you flushed at their statements. "he's a good guy," was all you said.

sydney and grace were talking amongst themselves while you bopped your head to the music playing. you supped on your drink when a familiar head of hair caught you eye. it was followed by another familiar head of hair. you were squinting, trying to remember where you'd seen them before when they turned around your heart stopped.

jason and natalie.

you choked on your drink which caught sydney and grace's attention.

"are you okay?" sydney asked. she only grew more concerned when you threw your drink back, the alcohol barely burning your throat in comparison to the pain in your chest.

"i'm gonna get some shots," you said before stumbling to the bar. you ordered four shots of vodka and downed them all in succession at the bar top, and then doing your best to get back to the table afterwards.

your heart was pounding as you saw them cozied up in a booth. you wanted to vomit. you wanted to cry. you wanted to go over there and pour their drinks on their heads.

but mostly, you just wanted to go home.

but you couldn't. not when the night was still young. not when you were still feeling sober. you'd stupidly thought that the four shots would get you drunk quickly because you forgot that metabolisms exist.

you did your best to keep up with the conversation grace and sydney were having, and it was clear they were trying to include you. but your gaze kept drifting to how happy jason and natalie looked. and wondering how long they'd gone on dates when you were busy working, how many times did the sleep together before you caught them? you wondered if they were in love? or if it was just lust.

you wondered what made you so unloveable that he'd cheat on you. you wondered how despicable of a person you were that your roommate would agree to it.

you weren't drunk enough for this.

you excused yourself from the table again to get another drink. as you waited, you tapped your fingers on the bar, humming to the top 40s playlist playing over the speakers.

"can i get a jack and coke?" that voice sent a shiver down your spine in the worst way. you hesitantly turned your head and saw jason standing next to you, thankfully with natalie nowhere in sight. you didn't know what you'd do if they were both there with you in that moment.

he must've felt your stare because he turned his head and made eye contact. his jaw clenched a little before his lips curved into a sly smirk. "well look what the cat dragged out," he said. "where is he?"

you blinked.

"c'mon. like you don't know who i'm talking about?" when you didn't say anything, he rolled his eyes. "barzal. where is he?" jason glanced around the bar. "because i don't see him anywhere."

"why would he be here? mat's not my boyfriend."

"right, he's just letting you stay with him for free because he's such a good person," he teased.

maybe it was the shot placed in front of you. maybe it was the other four shots kicking in. but you downed the drink, wiped your mouth and shot back at him. "he's a better person than you could ever hope to be."

"he'll get bored of you eventually. people always do," jason scoffed. "you're his nanny, for fuck's sake. if you're not fucking him, he'll realize he could get better pussy and a better looking face from literally any other girl in new york. and once he realizes that, you'll be homeless and jobless."

you shook your head, willing the stinging in your eyes to go away. "he's not like you, jason."

"he's not gonna fall in love with you. you're a no good bitch who didn't know what she had when she had it. and i'm glad we're done, natalie is a thousand times more interesting than you could ever hope to be." with that, he turned on his heel with his shitty drink and walked back to his booth.

you walked back to your table but before you could even register the water running down your face, sydney was pulling you into her arms as you sobbed.

"sweetheart what's wrong?"

you could barely get the words out to tell her, but as soon as you did, she was pulling you back and looking you in the eyes. "i'm gonna call mat, is that okay?"

"please call him," you said. sydney brought you back into her chest with one arm while her other hand dialed mat.

"mat! hey!" she said with an overly cheery voice. "are you busy?"

just the sound of his voice, even if it was sounded like a small whisper, made you feel a little safer. she continued to talk to him through the phone until she hung up and hugged you tighter.

"he'll be here soon and take you home, okay?"

you nodded into her shoulder and cried a little more. "i'm sorry for ruining your night."

sydney squeezed you a little closer. "it's not your fault. your ex is a piece of shit."

mat must've texted syd a few minutes later because she was ushering you out of the bar to stand on the sidewalk.

it was a matter of seconds before mat pulled up and hopped out of his car looking like a man on a mission. in a blink of an eye you were being pulled out of sydney's arms (or maybe she was pushing you) and into his.

you could've sworn your life made a little more sense right then and there.

"mat--" you sobbed. "i--i can't--" and to be honest, you weren't quite sure what you meant to say, words weren't stringing themselves together like they usually do. maybe you were trying to say you couldn't keep doing this, or that you couldn't understand why he still kept you around.

it could be a million things.

but he kissed the top of your head and your brain was silenced. "let's get you home, okay?"

mat put you in the car and held your hand the entire way home, stroking his thumb on the back of your hand in a way jason never did.

jason.

you wanted to vomit but the interior of mat's car was too nice and he already ditched his friends for you, the least you could do was keep it together.

"do you wanna talk about it?" he asked.

you shook your head no, so he squeezed your hand.

when you finally got back to the apartment, you stood in the living room in a catatonic state while mat paid the babysitter and ushered her out. the second the front door closed, he was by your side, taking your hand, and leading you to the bathroom where he turned on the shower. when he made a move to leave, you grabbed his hand.

"i'm just gonna grab you some clothes, i'll be right back."

he was back in thirty seconds with one of his shirts and a pair of sweats. you were brought back to the first night you slept over after your relationship blew up. you should've smiled and said thank you, you should've said you appreciated all mat had done.

but you just burst into more tears.

mat knelt in front of you, wiping the tears as fast as they came. "hey, what's wrong?"

before you could even stop and think, you were launching yourself into his arms and wrapping your own around his shoulders. he didn't even hesitate to hold you back as tightly as he could.

"you're okay," he said. "i'll be right outside when you're done, alright?"

you nodded against his shoulder and hesitantly pulled away. mat seemed just as reluctant to let you go, but the steam fogging the mirror reminded you both that there was a line you hadn't (and maybe shouldn't) cross.

mat shut the bathroom door behind him and you stripped out of your clothes.

it was the fastest shower you'd ever taken in your life.

true to his word, mat was outside the bathroom door when you were finished in a set of sweats he wasn't wearing before. he looked up from his phone and held his arms out, and for what felt like the fiftieth time (though that still did not feel like enough), you were in his arms again.

"let's get you to bed," he mumbled into your hair before placing another kiss there.

before you could stop yourself, you mumbled back. "can i sleep with you tonight?"

mat froze.

hell, you froze.

neither of you knew what to do.

but a minute later he was pulling away. you felt the tears well up in your eyes at the thought of him rejecting you, but what did you honestly expect? him to say yes? you moved to go down the hall to your room, but his grip on your hand stopped you.

"c'mon," was all he said.

up until this moment, you'd never been in mat's room. it was about what you expected, king bed in the middle of the room, a dresser, a few clothes strewn about. it looked lived in.

mat got in the bed first and extended his arms to you. it was like he was the center of the earth, pulling you in with such a strong gravitational pull, you stood no chance to resist it.

you were curled up against his chest a beat later.

"thank you," you said.

"anytime," he said against your hair.

your head was placed right over his chest where his heart beat loudly. the sound of it began lulling you to sleep.

it should've been a picturesque moment, but it was tainted by the lingering anxiety in the back of your mind.

was jason right? was this a bad decision? would mat kick you out if you never have sex with him? would he kick you out if you did?

but then mat started running a hand over your hair and down your back repeatedly, and all your worries disappeared.

you'd have more time to think about that tomorrow.

taglist:

@nicoleloveshockey @thg02 @fallinallincurls @bbbbruins @random-readers-world @sydsxoxo @jhughesy @whenmypartysover @sunflowerhood @spencereidbasis @icanfsplel @avareadsthings @zegraswrites @matthewkniesys @heyitsmeimdead @kashee-h @bordelhoe @diary-of-jj @literatureluster @dani746

#nhl imagines #nhl imagine #mat barzal #mat barzal imagine #mat barzal x reader

691 notes · View notes

nyx-is-missing · 3 months

Text

SUNSET PART 1

Or early summer!

Clarisse La Rue x Cassandra De Young (oc! Apollo's kid)

Summary: When Cassandra gets involved in a scandal early in the day, she goes to camp early.

Warnings: men....thats all i could think of actualy.

First read this!

Part 2 is here!

Cassandra De Young

Im fucked.

That's it, that's all i can say.

I knew it as soon as my hand reached his face and stinged, as soon as i heard a camera's flash, and as soon as i stepped into my mom's apartment.

Let's just rewind a bit, okay?

My family own a big business, that you already know by now, the thing is, when they reeaally want to do business with someone they go extreme, the most common technique is to get on the good side of everyone in the family, everyone.

They research, pretend to have things in common, to like the same things, to have the same views of life, and to make it more believable they always go for the person who is closest in age with them.

Usually i dont get involved in this situations because im younger than everyone else, the only teen in the family.

The thing is, this family also had someone around my age.

A 18 year old guy.....eighteen.

Let me tell you, i really wasn't going for trouble today, i tought he may be a normal guy, just with a little money, someone i could have a conversation with, drink some coffe, laugh and go back home and think "hey, not so bad"

He.was.not.

All he could talk about is how much money his family had, where he went for winter break, his pure blood horse, that only ate (attention to this one) IMPORTED GRASS.

Overall a huge dick.

But that i could handle, i've met people like this, i could handle a shitty talk for some hours, what i could not handle was having to go through all this with his hand on my knee bellow the table.

And here i was, spending one of my last days of spring being tortured by the fates.

"You're not paying much attention to the conversation are you?" He said, and gods that accent was almost making me want to jump out of a cliff, or push him out of a cliff, both would work.

"Oh sorry i was-"

"No need to apologize, people get bored i know" Not that he did something criminal by not letting me finish my sentence but, my gods every action coming from him its making me want to die right now "Its okay, i could find some way to make you focus"

Okay, im done

"Im gonna need you to stop saying odd shit" I looked him dead in the eye with a bothered look, and by the surprised look he gave me back i was 100% sure nobody ever told him to shut up when he was saying nonsense.

"C'mon, dont be like that-" he said trying to get his hand a little but upwards, and i only realized i slapped him when i felt my hand burning.

"Oh my gods im sorry i-" And then i heard the camera flashes.

Im going to need you to imagine the scene, my hand was still up, his hand was till on his cheek, and he had a scared look in his face, as did most of the people at the fancy coffe shop.

Do i smile now? Strike a pose? This one is definetly getting front pages at every place.

I chose the safest choice, got out of that straight to my house.

No..i did not payed the bill.

The whole way home i was trying really hard to think of something to say that was not going to make my family mad, especially my grandfather, but considering whe has always mad with something, that felt like a impossible mission.

First thing i saw when i opened the door of the penthouse was my mom, standing in front of the television, and sure enough, my face was on it.

She turned to me, but before she could even say something i started to explain myself.

"Its not what it looks like mom, i swear, i didn't do it on pourpose, let me explain please-" i couldnt actually read the look on her face, but she didnt say anything, so i took that as a go ahead.

When i explained her what happened her face relaxed a bit, but not completely, and she had a look that said your grandpa is getting in my nerves because of this.

"I'll talk to your grandfather about this, but you need to know that the way you acted wasn't appropriate, there is cameras all around and you need to be careful...lets just thank the gods you didnt pulled out a dagger right?" She walked closer to me, and i knew she was trying to comfort me, its a pitty actually, i knew she didnt wanted kids when she had me, i knew how grandpa treated her when he found out, to me, it was enough that she at least tried to love me enough. "You already have your things packed to camp right? I know you have some more days of school but ill call them and tell them you are sick, its best for you to leave earlier this year, then your grandfather wont talk your ears out...you okay with that?"

"Yes mama, ill just finish packing some small things...do i leave today?" I felt her hands on my shoulders, and heard a silent im sorry.

"Yes, but dont be like that, think that you at least wont have to see the news talking about you..youll just be there, with your siblings, eating strawberies and..whatever else demigods do daily, right?"

Like i said, it is enough to me that she tries, even when she isnt great all the time, i know people who dont even have this.

I nodded and went to my room, making sure not to accidentally hit a new sculpture, placed in the corridor.

I didnt wait for her when i finished packing.

I knew she wouldnt be the one to take me there, she never is, she has things to do with the family business, its what ive always heard.

So when i got to the underground garage with my bags i automatically searched for one of the family drivers, sure enough, he was there.

He was a nice guy, but quiet, i knew that he probably had orders not to talk to the family members unless spoken to, grandpa did this with all of them, i also knew he never actually knows where hes been taking me, he takes me there almos every year, but always stops at the road in front of the forest, maybe this sad look he has on his face its because he thinks he is taking me to one of those crazy wilderness therapies as a punishment.

Granpa would absolutely do that if he hadnt had to live with a great public appearence.

"Miss? We are here" He looked at me in the rearview mirror, i only realized i had doze of when my eyes met his and i blinked. "Hold on tight, im going to help you with your luggage okay?"

"Oh..thank you mr bell" He opened the trunk, and then the back door for me, extending his hand to help me get out of the car "thank you, again"

"Sure miss, just let me take your bags out and we are all set okay?-"

Another car dor noise made us both look to the right, to find Clarisse La rue, closing a taxi door, with just one big suitcase in hand.

Now, my story with Clarisse is kind of complicated, i've met her when he were, eight i guess, her family bought some shares in the family business and we saw each other very regulaly, and ever since then everything everyone told me about her is that she is a troublesome girl, that i should stay far.

But she was the one who realized i was a demigodess, and took me straight to camp when a monster found me, and she was the one who, many times when we were little, comforted me when my family made me cry.

It seems like she forgot all of that because she never even looks at me.

If you ask her, she has never even met me at all actually.

"Clarisse, you're early"

"Cassandra, you too-"

"Cass actually, i prefer cass" i corrected her, to wich she just rolled her eyes and muffled a whatever. "Thats all you are taking? One suitcase?"

"And you are taking all that? How do you plan on walking the whole way with all that? Im assuming he wont go with you" she said looking at mr bell, and its true, he could not walk the whole way with me, and i could not walk with all that alone...fuck

"....you could help m-"

"No, dont even think about it"

"C'mon Clarisse!" She didnt even answered me this time actually. "Arent you a Ares-" i looked at the driver taking the suitcases out. "A ares...type of kid? You will pass on the oportunity to demonstrate your muscles or whatever?"

She started to walk away with a bored look, did i already said fuck?

"C'mon ill do whatever! I- i dont know.. 20 dracmas!, no?, ill help you with the cleaning duty you'll eventually have when you fuck it up? I..ill do that AND ill cure you anytime you want, everyday, no matter the time!"

She stopped walking.

Yes! I knew it, one of the many problems clarisse had its that she likes to go out at night to train alone, and when she gets hurt she cant ask anyone to help her, because she would get caught

"Give me those suitcases already and shut up-" she was interrupted by a very happy me hugging her.

"Thankyouthankyouthankyouclarisse!"

I felt her hands on my arms and realized she was going to push me away, so i took a step back

"Geez Clarisse, you could've just told me to back off, dont be like that... just take these and ill take those"

I said pointing to the suitcases, and saying goodbye to mr bell.

Can i already welcome summer and his crazy energy? No? Okay.

#fanfic #lesbian #clarisse la rue x reader #clarisse pjo #pjo series #pjo tv show #clarisse la rue #clarisse x reader

220 notes · View notes

kckt88 · 4 months

Text

Don't Mess with My Mind.

Summary:

When you first got into a relationship with Aegon, it was everything you’d ever dreamed of. But when you catch him in bed with your best friend, it’s his younger brother Aemond who comforts you, at first you think you can go back to normal, but no matter how hard you try you cannot forget how Aemond made you feel that night and soon the two of you embark upon a passionate all-consuming affair that ultimately leads to life changing consequences.

Warning(s): Angst, Hurt, Comfort, Alcohol Consumption, Cheating, Kissing, Smut – Fingering, Oral Sex (M & F Receiving), Unprotected P in V Sex.

Word Count: 3670.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!

MODERN AU - AEMOND x Y/N - AEGON x Y/N

Inspired by the song: EMO - Don't Mess With My Mind.

Tag List: @immyowndefender, @zenka69, @iloveallmyboys, @summerposie, @namelesslosers, @dixie-elocin,

The door slammed behind Y/N as she ran out of the building, the tears streaming down her face.

How could Aegon betray her like this? She thought he loved her. He’d told her enough times.

Y/N came to a stop near the car park and sagged against the stone wall, the sounds of Aegon fucking her best friend still ringing in her ears.

That absolute piece of shit, he’d even text her earlier in the day inviting her over to spend the night only for him to get caught with his pants down, literally.

Everyone warned her that Aegon was no good, but she wouldn’t listen, she foolishly believed that she would be the one who could tame him, oh how wrong she was.

The guy was a massive prick, Sara was welcome to him.

Let her be the one to put up with his drinking habits, the temper tantrums, and his disgustingly long toenails.

The only good thing about him was his nice-ish cock, no surprises there as he obviously got plenty of practice, Y/N wondered if Sara was the only one or were there others that he was also seeing, gods it made her feel sick.

Suddenly the glare of approaching headlights made Y/N wince as she raised a hand to shield her face.

Y/N looked up and saw Aemond getting out of his car with a tall dark-haired woman.

The woman began giggling as Aemond bent down and whispered in her ear, he wrapped an arm around her shoulders, and they began walking towards the entrance to the block of flats.

“Hey Y/N-what are you doing out here by yourself?” asked Aemond as he noticed her shaking form huddled against the wall.

“I-I just came to see A-Aegon and I caught him in bed with Sara” replied Y/N.

“Isn’t she supposed to be your best friend?” mused Aemond as he removed his arm from the dark-haired woman who Y/N remembered was called Alys.

“Not anymore” quipped Y/N.

“Aemy, can’t we go inside it’s getting cold” whined Alys, looking bored as she examined her red painted nails.

“In a minute” replied Aemond.

Alys narrowed her green eyes at Y/N and gently took hold of Aemond’s arm, only to be immediately shrugged off.

“Aemond-“ muttered Alys through gritted teeth.

“I think it’s for the best that you leave” urged Aemond, never taking his eye off Y/N as he opened his wallet and pressed some money into Alys’ palm.

“What?” gasped Alys as she closed her fingers around the notes Aemond had given her.

“Money for a taxi-I’ll call you tomorrow” urged Aemond waving his hand at Alys dismissively.

“Aemy baby-I thought we was-“ said Alys her voice low and saccharine.

“I said fuck off Alys” snapped Aemond.

“Fine. Your loss” retorted Alys as she spun on her high heels and stormed off.

Aemond watched with mild disinterest as Alys disappeared round the corner.

“You didn’t need to send her away” muttered Y/N.

“If I’m honest you did me a favour, I shouldn’t have brought her here the first place, as always she treats me like shit, then begs me to forgive her-“

“-So why did you-you know bring her here?” asked Y/N.

“Truthfully-I wanted sex, and it’s much easier than going to some dingy shit hole and putting in the effort to chat up some random that I can’t stand beyond my need to come”.

“Makes sense I suppose” muttered Y/N.

“Now tell me everything” urged Aemond as he took out a cigarette and quickly lit it.

Aemond smoked as he listened to Y/N, and as she spoke, he couldn’t help but notice how sweet she looked, her cheeks tinged pink and her plump juicy lips that would look great around his-

“-And that’s when I found them in bed together” muttered Y/N.

Aemond reached forward and gently brushed the stray tear from her cheek with his thumb.

“If you really want to get back at Aegon, play him at his own game” whispered Aemond as he discarded his cigarette, crushing the dock end under his boot.

“H-How?” asked Y/N wiping her nose on her sleeve.

“Fuck someone else, I mean do you really wanna be out here crying over his pathetic arse or do you want to show him that you don’t give a shit?” said Aemond.

“I guess-but I haven’t got that many friends, so I don’t know who would-” sniffed Y/N.

An opportunity to get one over on his cunt of a brother had never so gloriously presented itself before, and of course he was going to seize his chance, she was ripe for the picking, and he was going to devour her.

“-I’m more than willing to help you-if you ask nicely” muttered Aemond as he leaned forward and braced both hands on the wall beside her head.

His warm breath tickled her skin as he slowly ran his aquiline nose slowly up her cheek.

Y/N closed her eyes sighed, despite being with Aegon she had always found Aemond rather attractive, and despite her initial reservations surrounding his offer, she realised she would be a fool to pass up such an opportunity.

If Aegon could fuck her so called best friend, then she would fuck his brother.

“P-please” whispered Y/N as she felt Aemond’s teeth nipping at her ear lobe.

“Oh, sweet girl-I know you can do better than that” whispered Aemond as reached down and slid his fingers past the waistband of her leggings.

“A-Aemond, please-I-I need you” moaned Y/N when she felt Aemond’s long fingers teasing her folds.

“Oh baby, I’m going to fuck you so hard that you’ll forget my brother’s name”.

Aemond pressed a finger to hips lips as he led Y/N through the flat he shared with Aegon, all the lights were off and everything was silent, no doubt his twat of a brother had fallen asleep.

Y/N eyed Aegon’s bedroom door nervously but she followed Aemond into his room, noticing how clean and organized it was compared to his brothers who in all honesty was a bit of a slob.

Aemond quietly shut the door, the lock sliding into place with a soft click.

“Last chance to back out baby” whispered Aemond as he crowded Y/N against his bedroom door.

Y/N shook her head as she pressed forward and claimed his lips with her own.

The kiss was filthy, it was depraved-gods it was fucking amazing. Aemond couldn’t help the small groan that escaped his tips as Y/N’s tongue slid against his.

Aemond slowly moved his hands down Y/N’s body before roughly grasping her ass and hauling her up against the door.

Y/N whimpers, gripping at Aemond’s shoulders as he slots himself between her legs, his tongue still invading her mouth.

Aemond presses himself against the apex of Y/N’s thighs, and he growls like an animal when she reaches down and palms his hard cock over his jeans.

“Fuck-“ groans Aemond as he begins grinding his clothed cock against her.

“Someone’s eager” whispered Y/N as she flicked her tongue against the corner of Aemond’s mouth.

“Oh, sweet girl you have no idea” quipped Aemond as she spun her off the door and carried her to his bed.

Soon their clothes are abandoned in a haphazard heap on the floor and Aemond was laid between Y/N open legs moving his fingers through her dripping folds as he expertly devoured her with his mouth, his nose bumping against her pearl as fucked her with his tongue.

Gods, she tasted delicious.

Aemond loved performing oral sex on women, something his past partners never complained about, but nothing compared to Y/N’s she was delicious in a way he’d never tasted before.

“Fuck,” squeaks Y/N as she grasps at the back of Aemond’s head, her fingers digging into his hair, holding him in place.

“You’re quite sensitive. Are you going to come already?” asked Aemond smugly.

Aemond alternates between using his fingers and tongue to bring Y/N to her peak.

Y/N arches her back as she comes, Aemond gently sucks on her pearl as she rides out the euphoria of her peak.

“Is that you done baby, or do you want more?” asked Aemond playfully, his chin shining with her slick.

“M-More, please” gasps Y/N as Aemond reaches forward and presses a singular kiss to her pearl before he quickly wipes his chin with his hand.

Aemond smirks as he removes his boxers, his hard cock slapping up against his abdomen,

Y/N looks at Aemond and her eyes widen, he was bigger than Aegon significantly so, his cock hard and heavy, the tip glistening with pre-cum.

“Don’t worry little mouse-it will fit” whispered Aemond as he presses his lips against Y/N’s in a heated kiss.

Aemond takes himself in his hand and guides his hard cock to Y/N entrance, pushing in slowly and pausing to give her a moment to adapt to his size.

After pressing a gentle kiss to Y/N’s lips, Aemond pulls out slowly and slides back in, his pace gentle and steady.

“I thought you said you were going to fuck me hard?” questioned Y/N.

Aemond lets out a pleased grunt and slams into Y/N hard, smiling as she let’s out a yelp of surprise.

The pace he sets is brutal, his hips slapping against hers.

Y/N moans desperately, as she moves her hips to meet his, attempting to allow his cock to reach deeper within her.

Aemond gets the hint, and quickly lifts Y/N’s legs over his shoulders, using the new angle to drive his cock even deeper than before.

“Tell me how it feels, Am I better than my brother” demands Aemond.

“It’s good, so good-yes-yes your so much better than him,”

Y/N praises sets something off inside Aemond as he continues to pound into her, the headboard banging against the wall from the force of his movements.

“Aemond, please, I’m close” whimpers Y/N.

Aemond moves a hand down to where the two of them are joined, and rubs Y/N’s pearl in quick circles, dragging her closer the edge of the precipice.

“I never want to leave this sweet pussy–fuck,” groans Aemond as he marks each of his words in tandem with a rough snap of his hips.

Y/N come with a loud, scream, her body shaking underneath Aemond’s as his thrusts grow sloppy.

“J-Just a little longer-fuck” groans Aemond as he slams into Y/N three more times before reaching his own peak, spilling rope after rope of seed inside her.

After a few moments, Aemond gently moves Y/N’s legs from his shoulders, his chest heaving with every breath he takes.

“I-I wasn’t too rough, was I?” asked Aemond.

“No. I-It was wonderful” exclaimed Y/N, her body shaking slightly.

Aemond smirks as he slowly removes his softened cock from her slick cunt, his singular eye fixated on the drops of seed that spill out.

He takes a finger to Y/N’s opening and pushes his seed back inside, delighting in her moan of surprise. He leans over to press a gentle kiss to her lips, before bringing his finger to his own mouth and sucking it clean.

Aemond laid down on the bed and pulled Y/N to him.

“Not tired, are you?” asked Aemond curiously as Y/N laid her head on his chest and began running her fingers through the sparse hair that graced his chest.

Y/N looked at him and smiled as she shook her head.

“Good, because I plan to fuck you so many times tonight that you cannot walk tomorrow”.

“Promises, promises” replied Y/N as she ran her tongue over his nipple.

Y/N started at her phone, another text from Aegon begging her to call him.

He seemed oblivious to the fact that she’d seen him in bed with Sara, initially she did think to give him a piece of her mind but then she decided it was for the best that she ignored him, she really couldn’t deal with any of his excuses at the moment.

Not when she’d spent the entire night getting fucked to within an inch her life by Aemond.

Never had she had so many orgasms in one night, the man was an absolute menace.

Aegon had never made her feel this way, he was a rather selfish lover in that respect, but Aemond, he was something else entirely.

He devoted himself into worshipping every inch of her body and boy was she feeling it today.

Every single muscle ached from being contorted into a number of different positions, Aemond had incredible stamina, the way he held her in his arms as he fucked her against the wall or the way he held her hips as she rode him, his cock reaching places that she never knew existed.

Her phone buzzed again and just as she was about to tell Aegon to go fuck himself, she noticed that it was Aemond who had text her.

Gods, Aemond was on his way over, it had barely been twenty-four hours and he was already desperate for her.

But in truth she was just as desperate, she craved him on a whole other level and her heart fluttered at the thought of seeing him again.

Soon she heard a knock her door and she took a brief pause before she answered it.

She smiled as she saw Aemond leaning against the wall, dressed head to toe in black, a half-finished cigarette hanging from his delectable mouth.

“Come in” said Y/N as she opened the door wider.

“Don’t worry little mouse, I intend to” replied Aemond as he stubbed his cigarette out and entered her flat.

This was how it was between them, over the next few weeks.

Aemond would come to her flat and fuck her on every available surface, she lived alone so they were free to explore one another for as long as they desired.

Sometimes Aemond would sneak her into his room at the flat he shared with Aegon and have her in every way imaginable.

Once he had her pressed against his door with his cock deep inside her as his brother was on the other side complaining that he was making too much noise.

Y/N knew she should put Aegon out of his misery and end their relationship, but the things she would do with Aemond were beyond anything she’d ever experienced with his brother, it made her feel wanted.

It was passionate and all consuming, Aemond was like her own personal drug, she was addicted to him, and she had no remorse about indulging in her habit.

Aemond had invaded every single part of her mind, body and soul.

Even when she was at work, she would find herself reminiscing over their time together, how he sounded when she sunk to her knees and took his cock in her mouth or the way his muscles would tense as he thrust inside her.

She also loved his dominate streak, he would tie her up and blindfold her, as he devoured her cunt, or he would spank her as he fucked her from behind.

Later that day Aemond had picked her up from work and took her back to his flat, after he’d stripped her of her clothes he’d slid down her body, spreading her thighs further apart, so he could get a good look at his sought-after prize.

“Such a pretty cock sleeve" breathed Aemond as he ran the flat of his tongue up Y/N’s soaked slit, from bottom to the top, tasting her.

“Oh, my god” moaned Y/N her eyes rolling into the back of her head.

“That’s it. Let me hear you”.

“YES! It feels so good. Don’t stop. Aemond. Please”

"Delicious" purred Aemond as he began lapping at Y.N, running his tongue along every fold.

"More" panted Y/N

Aemond inserted two fingers, sliding them in and out of her slick wet folds.

“Oh, fuck"

Y/N was giving off a slew of loud swear words, moans, and pleas, that surely Aegon would hear.

Aemond’s fingers were soaking wet as they continued to pump in and out of her tight heat.

“I can’t wait to get my cock inside you. I don’t want to wait any longer, come for me” moaned Aemond.

Gods he was so hard, it was almost painful.

Finally, he felt Y/N’s inner walls start to flutter around his fingers, squeezing them. Her back arched taut as a bow, and she screamed her release.

Aemond pumped slowly and lapped at her whilst she came. Soon her tense body went slack and pliant.

“I need you NOW!!”

Aemond couldn't wait any longer. He surged up and ploughed his hard cock into Y/N’s soaked cunt.

"AEMOND!" shouted Y/N, her eyes popping open from her post-orgasm haze.

"You feel so good" rasped Aemond.

"Fuck me, Aemond" urged Y/N, her tone bordering on desperate as she thrust her hips upward towards his.

Aemond chuckled and bit down lightly on a nipple, making Y/N moan and squirm.

He started to thrust slowly, trying to prolong the feel of his her squeezing his cock.

"Faster, Aemond" begged Y/N.

"Patience" chided Aemond as he ran his nose up her neck.

“Yes, Aemond, just like that-" panted Y/N.

Her hands ran over his arms, over his shoulders, and down his back. Her nimble fingers mapped his back muscles and then went down to his arse and gripped him - pressing him into her harder.

“Gods" grunted Aemond, speeding up slightly.

"Fuck me, Aemond" whispered Y/N "Fuck me with that big, cock of yours. You feel so good inside me, filling me up. Give me what I need. Make me scream, make me come”.

Aemond knew exactly what Y/N was doing, and he couldn’t help himself.

Y/N wanted faster, and he was going much faster now; so much for having the control in the situation. His pace had increased with every filthy word that dropped from Y/N’s luscious lips.

Now he was quickly thrusting in and out, shaking the bed, the headboard banging loudly against the wall.

Y/N was meeting him thrust for thrust.

“Aemond! I’m going to come. Oh, fuck!” screamed Y/N; not caring if Aegon would hear them.

Y/N always looked amazing when she came. Her head thrown back in pleasure, her eyes alive with lust, and her skin shining with sweat.

“Fuck” groaned Aemond as he exploded. His cock throbbing and twitching as he spilled his seed inside Y/N’s wet heat.

It took a good while for Aemond to regain his senses.

Y/N was laid underneath him completely blissed out; their sweaty bodies pressed together.

“Mine” whispered Aemond in his post orgasm haze.

Y/N hummed as Aemond pulled his softened cock from her and flopped down onto the bed beside her.

Aemond placed his hand on her stomach and sighed contentedly as his fingers drew patterns on her skin.

Y/N closed her eyes and pressed her face into the soft sheets, laying with Aemond after sex was always nice, he would often pull her body to his and bury his nose in her hair, or he would haul her over his body, so she was practically laid on top of him.

Aemond seemed to like he closeness and if Y/N was honest she didn’t mind it either, Aegon was never much of a cuddler after sex, he just kind of rolled off her and went to sleep.

As her eyes began to drop, Y/N realised that she needed to officially end her relationship with Aegon, he still kept trying to call and text her, even Sara had tried the cheeky bitch. However, it still baffled Y/N that Aegon would even think that they were still together, especially after she’d been ghosting him for the last few weeks.

Y/N did wonder what Aegon’s reaction would be when he found out that she had been having sex with his brother, but it wasn’t like he could take the moral high ground given what he’d done with Sara.

No doubt he’d throw a hissy fit and try to play the victim like he did in most of the situations he found himself in, but things needed to change, and they never would unless it was her taking the steps to make those changes.

Where Aemond factored into that, Y/N didn’t know as they hadn’t really talked of exploring anything beyond their sexual involvement, it was only when she thought about it that Y/N realised that she wanted more, but she was too anxious to say anything to Aemond just in case he didn’t feel the same way.

But as the saying goes when one thing goes right in your life, another thing will go spectacularly wrong.

A few days later whilst she was at work Y/N was staring at her phone, she’d just got a calendar notification and was horrified to see that her period was long overdue. So, on her lunch break she rushed to the chemist to buy a pregnancy test.

As she returned to work, she hid the box inside her jacket, not wanting anyone to see it.

She bypassed her boss when she returned and sat in the toilets reading the instructions and making sure she peed on the stick properly.

Suddenly a soft knock at the door, distracted her attention from what she was doing.

“Just a second” said Y/N loudly as she held her hand between her legs.

“Boss wants you to stack the new delivery”.

“I said just a second, I’m trying to fucking pee” snapped Y/N.

“Ok but hurry up, you know what he gets like”.

“Fucking pain in the arse” muttered Y/N.

All she wanted was five fucking minutes, sure she should have waited until she got back to her flat to do this, but she couldn’t. She needed to know. Now.

“Fuck-fuck-fuck-please” muttered Y/N as she glanced at the ceiling of her bathroom.

Her hands shook as she tightly gripped the pregnancy test. After taking a deep shuddering breath she turned it over.

“Shit” exclaimed Y/N the tears welling in her eyes.

She was pregnant, with Aemond’s baby.

#house of the dragon #hotd aemond #hotd fanfic #aemond fanfiction #aemond fic #hotd fic #aemond targaryen #aemond #aemond one eye #aemond x reader #aemond smut #aegon x reader #aegon ii targaryen #hotd aegon

286 notes · View notes

w0rmm1lk · 4 months

Note

Heeeyyy you take requests right??

Bakugou x reader who’s Aizawa’s daughter where it’s reader’s birthday and Bakugou is planning this big surprise for them?? I think it would be super cute loll

sure!

character: Katsuki Bakugo(romantic), Shota Aizawa(Platonic)

reader: Aizawa Fem!child

Summary: bakugo wants to surprise his girlfriend on her birthday— but needs some help. Unfortunately Mina’s help wasn’t enough and he would need to specifically ask aizawa.

warnings: possible ooc, swearing,

other: established relationship, reader is in 1A, takes place during first year.

(I kinda failed at this one I’m so sorry— getting use to writing Fem!reader)

You and bakugo had been dating for about 4 months at this point. It wasn’t that long of a time yet bakugo had already met your parents. Well— that was mainly due to your father being both of your teachers.

bakugo knew your birthday was coming up soon. He would never admit to it but he had multiple reminders on his phone so he wouldn’t forget. It was your first birthday you would spend together while dating… despite that he wanted it to be a birthday for you to remember.

unfortunately for him, you can’t plan a big birthday for someone without help.

“Hey bakugo— what’s with all the staring? It’s kinda creeping me out-“ Denki speaking snapped bakugo out of his thoughts. He sent a glare in his direction. “Shut the hell up dunce face.”

“oooo~ thinkings about Y/N~~?” Minas voice broke through as she sat at the lunch table next to the two. “Tch- as if.” Mina laughed slightly at his response. “On the topic of Y/N, you get her anything for her birthday yet?” Bakugo seemed to freeze up at the question.

“oh my god have you actually not bought anything yet-? That seems weirdly unlike you!” “shut up I- I just want to make sure I buy the right thing.”

“Hmmm~? Then why don’t we help you out later then!” Mine suggested slightly leaning over the table, you could see her eyes sparkle.

“in your dreams! I can do it on my own.” He rolled his eyes, his arms crossed as he was slouched in his seat.

“cmon~~! Just let us tag along!” Mina was leaning so far over the table so her face was right up infront of bakugo. “Cmon man! You should totally let us come with!”

bakugo flinched slightly, he hasn’t even noticed kirishima had sat down beside him. “Ugh fine-! Just shut up already will ya?”

the “searching for a gift for Y/N” didn’t take long to turn into “Mina drags everyone through every store in the damn mall”

the results were— disappointing to say the least.

“ooo-! Let’s get her this necklace!”

“How much money do you think we have?!”

“this shirt is pretty cute-!”

“I’ve seen five seperate people wearing that on the way here- no way.”

“we could just go with the classic chocolates.”

“that’s too basic!”

and so on.

“Damnit— there’s nothing good enough in this shit hole.”

Denki turned to bakugo. “I mean— can we just ask her close friends what she wants? Maybe to get some ideas-?”

“dumbass— we are her close friends. Who the hell are we supposed to ask if none of us have any good ideas?!”

“I mean we could always ask—“

“don’t you dare.”

“cmon man! It’s not like we have much of a choice!”

and this is how bakugo found himself standing outside of the 1A classroom after school had ended. If none of Y/N’s closest friends knew what to buy her— then the next best person to ask was… her dad.

Bakugo hesitated for a moment before knocking on the door. He was met with silence. He rolled his eyes not bothering to knock again as he walked right in.

of course he was met with a yellow sleeping bag on the floor fully zipped up. He let out an annoyed sigh about to leave before he heard the zipper come undone. he looked back to see the sleeping bag nowhere to be found and I aizawa standing in its place.

“what do you need?” Aizawa spoke in his normal monotone yet mildly annoyed voice. “I— I need help with something.”

Aizawa raised an eyebrow, it was unlike bakugo to go to someone for help, especially his teacher. This caused aizawa a small bit of worry but he didn’t show it.

“…with?” Bakugo looked away slightly as if embarrassed to say the next words. “It’s- about Y/N” he could feel aizawa gaze peircing through his skull. Aizawa eyes were glowing a bright red as his hair floated slightly.

“did something happen to her?” Despite asking a question it sounded more like a demand. “No! I just- i Need help with… something….” Aizawa softened his gaze, his hair and eyes returning to normal.

“do you know what kind of things… she likes…?”

“you’ve been dating for how long and you don’t even know what she likes?”

“no-! I- that’s not what I meant! Tch. I mean like— more personal things!”

Bakugo let out an annoyed sigh rolling his eyes. “I don’t even know why I bothered aski—“ “wait.” Bakugo turned back to aizawa. “I have a few things that may be useful.

needless to say— you got basically everything that you could even think of wanting on your birthday, it was a little concerning since you weren’t aware how bakugo learned about all the specific items you wanted, but— you were still happy.

(I am so sorry the end was kinda shit— im so fucking tired lmao)

#mha x female reader #bnha x female reader #x female reader #bakugo x female reader #bakugou x fem!reader #mha x fem!reader #bnha x reader #mha x reader #bakugou x reader #Platonic!Aizawa #Platonic mha x reader

147 notes · View notes

panda-writes-kpop · 4 months

Text

Oh Captain, My Captain ~ Pirate!Winter

a/n: I recently watched the one piece live action while suffering from red-haired winter brain rot... thus this fic was created. @foolish-sparrow, my pirate queen and favorite mother figure, this one's for you. ❤️ also last fic of 2023, so I hope the new year treats you all well!

tw: possible ooc aespa girlies (I have never written for them before), violence (guns, swords, and death, oh my!), alcohol mentions, one suggestive mention

word count ~ 2.9k

summary: as a first mate to the captain of the Red-Haired Pirates, your job is simple. 1.) keep everyone in line, 2.) keep the ship running above water, and most importantly, 3.) remind your captain and lover that she needs to take a break every once in a while (after you plunder some enemy pirates, of course!)

♡ Masterlist ♡

"Come here, my love." Winter's voice rings out over the hustle and bustle of her crew as you slip past a few of them to head up the stairs, towards the helm of the ship.

Every great captain needed a reliable first mate. Someone they could trust when shit went sideways - as it often did as a pirate sailing the seas.

As luck would have it, you were the first mate to Winter's adventures as a captain, but your relationship quickly grew beyond what was conventional for a captain and a crew mate.

It's not like anyone's opinions mattered - if someone was out of line, a few days strung to the front of the ship set them straight. Winter was less harsh on her crew then most pirates, and had a semi-stable moral compass, but she couldn't let everything slide.

"I'm here, Minjeong, do you need something?" You ask as she backs away from the wheel to fish something out of her pocket.

"If I didn't know you better, I'd take that as a form of disrespect," She teases before tossing you a small necklace, "You should respect your captain, especially if they're pickpocketing necklaces off of dead rival pirates."

"I'm sorry, Captain Winter," You catch the necklace before mockingly bowing, "should I kiss your feet next time as a form of respect?"

"I'd prefer you started with my mouth-"

You scoff before admiring the necklace.

The rubies hanging along the necklace shine right in comparison to the gold chain it hangs on. There's a bit of rust on the necklace - from old money, you assume - but you know Winter means well. She often doesn't have much left over to spend on the two of you - she likes to reward her crew for a job well done when she's not fixing cannonball-sized holes in her ship.

You don't hesitate to put it on before answering her.

"Darling, if you want to kiss me, you don't have to grandstand. I'd do it for you anyways."

You lean in to kiss her, as she does the same, before a cannonball hits the left side of the ship. Winter grabs the nearest bolted-down object before catching you in her arms.

"You good?" She asks as you nod in response. "Way to ruin a moment."

"You'll really earn a kiss after this one, Captain." You look back to see a massive ship coming from the distance as your crew scrambles to be on the offensive.

Winter quickly goes to her feet before unsheathing her cutlass from her side.

"I've got this side covered. Go find Karina, Giselle, and Ningning. They're on strict orders to fire whatever they can find until we get close enough to invade their ship."

You're quick to your feet as well as you scan the crew members below you for the three girls you're looking for.

"I'm on it, Captain," You smile before backing away and blowing her a kiss, "but don't kick their asses too hard, alright?"

"If everything goes to plan, they'll regret setting sights on our ship." Winter swings her sword in the air as fellow pirates rally to her side and prepare for the incoming battle.

You scurry away on your mission with a sickeningly sweet smile on your face.

It's never a dull day on the seas with you, is it, Minjeong?

You catch Ningning on your way below deck, and you toss her your extra knife - she'll need it, given that hers find their way into the enemy's neck.

Below deck, Giselle is giving strict instructions to a few new recruits on how to fire the cannons. She spots you and waves as your eyes scan around the room.

"We're guns ablazing down here. How are we upstairs?" Giselle asks before tossing a cannonball into a nearby cannon.

"Everyone's ready, but I'm on the captain's orders to find Karina. Where's our head marksman?"

"Check the gunroom. I think she snuck off with a girl - another marksman, perhaps?"

"Damn you, Karina." You grumble before placing a hand on Giselle's back. "We're still up for drinks?"

"As long as I kick your ass at poker afterwards, then yes."

"You got lucky," You scowl for a moment as Giselle lights a match to set off the cannon, "but keep things running smoothly down here. I have a lovesick puppy to chase."

Giselle softly laughs as you plug your ears and move past the cannons. A few cannons fire off before you make your way to the gunroom. You try to open the door, but it's locked.

"Karina!" You loudly pound on the door before you hear two women squeal.

"Don't come in!" Karina yells.

"Wasn't planning on it, but we need you upstairs in the crow's nest. We're under attack from another ship." You announce before pounding on the door. "You can answer to me, or answer to your Captain. Either way-"

The door quickly unlocks and reveals a disheveled Karina along with another girl behind her in a similar state.

"Don't tell Winter about this, please-"

"Get moving and I won't say another word." You step out of her way, and Karina scurries to above deck after grabbing her gun. "You too, c'mon!"

The other girl makes a noise resembling a cross between a shriek and a squeal before hurrying out of the room. You quickly close the door, but not before grabbing your favorite toy - a musket you lovingly called Killjoy.

With your specialists ready for battle, it was time to head back upstairs and see how much closer the other ship had gotten.

"Nice of you to join us, Karina," Winter jests as you join her at the side of the ship, "get up in that crow's nest and start shooting!"

"Got it." She nods before giving you a pleading look.

You wink at Karina, who deeply sighs before heading off.

"Which girl was she caught with this time?" Winter pinches the bridge of her nose in annoyance as you eye the rapidly approaching sea vessel.

"One of her marksmen. A new recruit, if I'm not mistaken." You ready Killjoy in your arms as the two ships are nearly about to collide.

Although Winter's ship has taken some damage, the other ship is about two more cannon blasts from going under. It makes sense that they'd try to get close, but they didn't know the talent of her crew.

With a skilled marksman, a masterful assassin, a crafty navigator who likes to play with fire, and the best swordsman to sail the coast, you had little to fear with your crew. You could hold your own, as could the rest of the crew, but you did like to let them show off - it gave you a clear reputation in the seas.

The two ships collide, causing you to grab the railing along with Winter.

"Charge!" She yells as a few members of your crew, including Ningning, swing across to jump aboard the other ship.

Karina quickly shoots down most of the pirates who swing towards your ship. In your arms, Killjoy is a deadly weapon, so you're able to down the last two pirates on your left.

Before you can check your other side, Winter slices through a pirate that was headed your direction.

"Check both sides next time." She teases as you aim behind her shoulder and shoot down another enemy pirate.

"You watch the front, I've got your back." You say with a smile as Winter charges in front of you to take down another set of pirates who have just swung in.

You aim your musket at a pirate who swings in towards you, but you miss the shot due to a large explosion on the enemy ship that kicks up smoke and debris.

"Giselle, can you aim the grenades a little farther next time?" You scold the girl who appears next to you before she hands you a nearby trident.

"Accounting for distance and smoke, throw this ten degrees portside." Giselle, albeit a little too willing for your liking, takes Killjoy from your hands as you follow her instructions.

"I can't see anything-"

"-just trust me!" She yells as you throw the trident.

Sure enough, a pirate comes charging your way out of the smoke, but your trident pierces through his heart and lungs before he can reach you.

"How did you do that?" You're in shock as you grab the trident from the dead pirate.

"I'm the navigator. I'm supposed to know where everything is," Giselle aims your musket at the sky and shoots a pirate that neither of you could see, "but I did guess that they would charge you head on instead of moving to the side."

"Remind me to fish you out of the captain's cabin more often, mapmaker. You've got some serious talent." You compliment Giselle as the smoke finally clears and you can see who is coming your way.

"I like to make myself useful." She shrugs before easily downing another pirate that tries and fails to swing across to your boat. "I'll return her back to you in one piece."

"You better, or so help me God-" You grumble as Giselle heads to the quarterdeck to fend off more enemy pirates.

On the other ship, Ningning stabs two pirates at once before they both fall to the ground. Another tries to charge her, but a casual knife throw backwards ends their pursuit before it has a chance to start.

You've made enough of a dent in their crew that most fights are two versus one, and your trident stabs two pirates like a kabob before hitting the mainmast.

You grab a sword from a long-deceased pirate as you jump into the fray. You parry an oncoming blow before pushing the other pirate back. Another tries to swing at your feet, but you're quick to jump out of the way and land a blow to their side.

Winter jumps in and kicks one of the pirates to the ground before stabbing her cutlass through their neck. The pirate you injured tries to move away from you while holding their side, but you rush forward and send them overboard with one push.

A gentle hand grabs yours as a sword comes right in front of your eyes. With two swords in their hands and a flamboyant hat on their head, you're certain that the foe in front of you is the enemy Captain.

Winter pulls you into one of her arms before pointing her cutlass directly at the other captain's chest.

"Surrender now, and we may let you live." She raises an eyebrow at the other captain, who takes a defensive posture.

"My crew and I will rip you to shreds."

"You might want to take a look around, then." Winter lets go of you before gesturing around her with her free hand.

The other captain looks around, panicked, as they notice that most of their crew is dead, overboard, or badly hurt.

Ningning waves her hand from the other ship, along with her remaining frontline fighters.

Karina jumps down from the last rung leading up to the crow's nest as she joins the rest of her marksman on the main deck.

Giselle stands to your left with a single grenade that she menacingly tosses up and down every few seconds.

You and Winter stand side-by-side with both of your swords pointed towards the nervous captain who immediately drops their swords.

"I surrender! Drop your weapons!" The captain barks as the rest of their crew raises their hands and drops their weapons.

With guns and swords drawn, you corral their crew into the corner as Ningning steers the enemy ship close enough that everyone can cross safely to plunder their treasures.

You cross your arms as two of your pirates lower the planks on both ships.

"You first, my dear Captain." You bow to Winter, who scoffs before sheathing her cutlass and offering you her hand.

"The captain and her first mate go together, you know." She smirks as you set aside your sword and take her hand. "Let's hope we find enough treasure to fix the ship."

The ship you plundered was full of treasures, including a fully stocked wine cellar that you and Giselle called dibs on. You found a pearl bracelet that you could probably pawn off for a pretty penny, but it'd look much better on your dearest than a stack of coins.

You're able to slip it into your pocket before anyone notices, and you help the crew members take some ammunition and supplies for yourself as Ningning counts up all of the gold, rubies, and other assorted treasures.

"How much are we looking at?" You ask before sitting next to her.

"More than enough to fix the ship, if that's what you're asking. We might even be able to afford the top-shelf rum." She jokes as you fish a small leather bag from your pocket.

You fill it full of gold coins before tossing it at Ningning.

"What is this for?"

"I know Winter hasn't been able to pay you for a while, so consider our debt settled. You're free to leave when you make it to the next island, if you want." You tell Ningning, who stares at the bag of money for a moment before emptying it back out.

"Months ago, I would've taken this money and ran off. I don't tend to like pirate crews, as a bounty hunter, but your crew is different."

"Good different or bad different?" You ask.

"Depends on the day." She shrugs as you lightly push her aside.

"C'mon, we're not that bad-"

"I've watched you and Giselle drink a barrel of wine by yourselves-"

"That was one time, and Karina still owes us money for that." You scoff at the thought as Ningning laughs to herself.

"I think I belong here, at least for now." She softly says after a moment of silence.

"Well, we're always glad to have you aboard." You rub her shoulders before standing up. "We've done enough talking. Let's get this treasure to our ship so we can make it to land before nightfall, which means Giselle and I can get wasted at the first land bar we see."

You roll your shoulders back after taking your second round of shots.

"Ningning's right, the top shelf rum really is the good shit!" Giselle yells over the live band that's playing to entertain the bar guests tonight.

"Who cares if it's top shelf or from the bottom of the barrel, if it'll get me drunk, it's good enough for me." You yell back as Giselle grabs her goblet of wine.

"I'll cheers to that." She says as your goblets smack together before you take a drink of wine.

"Excuse me," A tap on your shoulder causes you to turn around as a smaller member of your crew lightly taps your shoulder, "the captain's looking for you."

"Heading in for an early night?" Giselle teases before you casually flip her off.

"You know how Winter gets, it's all business all the time with her. I'll see if I can get her to relax for a bit." You stand up off of your barstool before nodding to the crew member. "Lead the way."

"If you're not back before the next song ends, I'm finishing your wine!" Giselle yells over the crowd as you roll your eyes.

"You better not!" You loudly respond before you weave through the crowd while watching the crew member in front of you.

Before you know it, you've made it to the back of the bar. Winter lightly traces the rim of her goblet with her pointer finger before her eyes meet yours.

"Thank you, Hana." Winter dismisses the girl with a wave as you slide right next to her in the private booth.

"How's the ship faring?"

"The contractor won't be able to fix all of the damages in a day, so we're stuck on land today and tomorrow." She wistfully says before taking a sip of wine. "Are you keeping an eye on everyone?"

"Love, you need to let everyone relax." You softly say while gently grabbing her arm. "They worked their asses off today, so they deserve a night off."

"The ship-"

"-will be fine. We paid a couple of locals good money to keep thieves off of it. Now, can the captain go off duty so I can speak to my lover?" You pleadingly ask as Winter sighs and removes her captain's hat.

Her beautiful red hair falls down past her shoulder as she hangs her hat on a nearby coat hook.

"Better?" She asks as you admire her hair.

"Better." You say before carefully brushing her hair with your hand. "You should put your hair down more often. It makes you look absolutely divine."

Her hand quickly grabs yours as you're halfway through combing her hair. Careful eyes meet yours as she tilts her head at you.

"Do you really mean that?" Vulnerability slips into her words as you watch her cringe at how child-like she sounds.

"I do," You smile before placing her hand in yours, "but I think I owe my captain a very special reward."

"You do, my first mate." Winter leans in to kiss you, and without the threat of pirate ships, certain death, or nosy crew members, you passionately kiss her back.

I'd spend everyday fighting off enemy pirates if I knew my day would end like this with you.

86 notes · View notes

loserchildhotpants · 1 month

Text

My Notification of the End of the World

Pharmacy: you have (1) prescription ready for refill

Bank: Low Balance Notice

Bank: your unique login code will expire in 30 seconds

[spam call]

Friend: idk why she doesnt invite you, everyone else is always there

Social Media App: 5 bots and 30 morally antithetical strangers have replied to your post

Newsletter: there are fires, floods, starving, suffering people and animals, rampant corruption in establishments of power, and you can do very little to stop it, but there were some great outfits spotted at the Oscar’s!

Email: buy our thing

Pharmacy: you have (1) prescription ready for pick up

News Alert: There are 2 more new active epidemics, and the state you can’t afford to move from is one of the most egregiously sick

Social Media App: lots of people you know are enjoying an event you couldn’t afford to go to, even if you felt safe in such crowded spaces

Bank: Low Balance Notice

Mom: well, I guess I’m just the worst mother in the world…

Email: buy our thing

Dentist: It’s time to schedule your cleaning!

Friend: hey, im having a shit day, can i call?

Email: we noticed you were on our website — why didn’t you buy our thing?

[spam call]

News Alert: several government bodies have rolled back rights and freedoms you have grown up always having access to

Social Media App: 3 people acknowledged your personal post

Friend: i WANT to break up with him, i just don’t know how to

Father: Google it. Just sign the papers

[AMBER alert]

Bank: your unique login code expires in 30 seconds

Pharmacy: you have (2) prescriptions ready for pick up

Husband: do NOT use that card - hold on I’ll call and take care of it in a minute

Animal Clinic: test results are back, please call

Friend: idk why I pay a therapist when I can just call you lol

News Alert: the phone you’re operating is a direct result of the on-going genocide and inhumane cruelty in the Congo

Email: buy our thing

[spam call]

[scam caller]

Social Media App: your friend posted for the first time in six months

Father: well your aunt wants to know how you’re doing so give me a call and let me know how the year went for you

Email: These 5 paid studies rejected you

Bank: Low Balance Notice

Husband: it’s gonna be another late night

Mother: not that you girls care

Sister: I’m just going to ignore it

[Flood Warning]

Psychiatrist: We cancelled the appointment because when we charged the $150 co-pay to your account, it was declined, and all appointments must be paid for in advance

[scam caller]

News Alert: The on-going genocide in Palestine is perhaps the best documented genocide in history, but is still being denied on all major news outlets as it escalates

Email: 200 people enjoyed your passion project, 3 people left you any form of encouragement

University: A prolific criminal that got away with his hate crime very publicly is here to talk about his side of the story in a sympathetic frame, and we encourage the marketplace of ideas, so please come politely tolerate his hate speech

[spam call]

News Alert: the crimes against humanity in the Sudan, Congo, Palestine, Haiti, Papua, Ukraine, Cuba, Yemen and Amhara are getting increasingly brazen, and unless you can spare more money, there’s little you can do to effect real change

Friend: oh, I’m sorry you’re feeling badly - we can talk later

Email: buy our thing

Distant Relative: I just don’t understand why you can’t spend time with your mother

Social Media App: to appease the conservative CEO’s of the companies connected to our ad revenue and relevant mobile banking apps, we will no longer be allowing whatever we loosely define as immoral or distasteful artworks

Friend: I’ll definitely read your thing later!

[scam caller]

Pharmacy: you have (2) prescriptions ready for refill

[High Wind Warning]

Bank: Low Balance Notice

Friend: it was just supposed to be for fun

Husband: No, I’m out of PTO, and I don’t have that high a fever, it’ll be okay

Friend: you need a vacation

Bank: your unique login code expires in 30 seconds

News Alert: New York Times journalist describes how your unhappiness and anxieties are a symptom of serious pathologies, and also entirely your own fault

Me: sorry it took me so long to reply. I had to put my phone down for a little while.

#melanie writes #poetry #melanie’s original writing #my stuff #personal

26 notes · View notes

just-dreaming-marvel · 1 year

Text

Caught In A Web ~ 10

CAUGHT IN A WEB MASTERLIST

< previous chapter

Word Count: 1,815ish

Summary: Tony officially takes you out for the first time.

Notes: Please let me know your thoughts and reactions!

Your eyes were closed as you lay on the bed. Your injured arm was laid out straight, pointing away from your body. Helen’s cradle was over it, working its magic. None of this night had gone as you had planned. You thought it was going to be an easy night, spending time with Tony in a way that you were completely comfortable with. Now, you were injured in the med bay, and your secret was out to the whole Team.

Sensing Tony coming in, you didn’t bother opening your eyes. You and Tony needed to talk but now was not the place or time. Tony came in and sat down on the chair beside you.

“So… do they all know now?” You whispered though you knew the answer.

“They do,” Tony replied. “But I told them not to bother you about it… When did Romanoff and Maximoff find out?”

You sighed. “About a week ago. I snuck away to meet up with you in the middle of girl's night.”

“Yikes,” Tony winced. “I could have told you that was a bad idea.”

You turned your head in his direction and looked at him. “I’m sure.”

Tony looked at you, really looked at you. Something took over him before he could stop himself. “I’m taking you out.”

“What? You are?”

“Yes, tomorrow night.”

“Tony, I don’t know—“

“Nowhere fancy, just this hidden little place I frequent. It’s open 24 hours, but we can go at our normal meet-up time.”

“I… are you sure?”

“Y/N, honey,” Tony grabbed your free hand, “I’m sure.”

~~~

Helen cleared you about an hour later. Tony was very insistent that he escort you back to your level.

“Thank you, Tony,” you said as the elevator door opened on your level.

“No problem,” he responded.

You walked out of the elevator and realized that he was following you. “I’m okay, Tony.”

“Oh, I know. I’m just making sure.”

You looked at Tony quizzically as he contradicted himself. He ignored you as he walked past you and toward the couch. He sat down on it and made a disapproving face before standing back up.

“I paid for that?” He muttered, shaking his head. He pulled out his phone and frantically typed.

“What’s the matter?” You questioned, just confused at this point.

“The couch is shit. I didn’t realize that I spent money on such shitty furniture for everyone.”

“So you just…”

“I just ordered new ones. Yours will be here tomorrow.”

“Tony—“

“I need a good couch if I’m going to be spending more time up here.”

“Oh, so you’re just inviting yourself now?”

“It is my place, technically.” He sat back on the couch, eyes locked with yours.

“Well, I’m going to bed.”

“That’s fine. I’ll be out here if you need anything.”

“Tony, my arm is practically back to normal and that was all that was hurt. You do not have to stay here with me.”

“Sorry, sweetheart, you’re stuck with me tonight. If you feel bad about it, you can always invite me into your bed.” He winked.

Your breath caught in your throat at the thought of sharing a bed with Tony. “I—I’m—“ You cleared your throat as you began backing up toward the hallway where your bedroom was. “I’m going to go to bed.”

“Okay.” Tony wasn’t breaking eye contact with you. “Goodnight… spidey girl.”

“Goodnight, tin man.”

~~~

The faint sound of an alarm and a vent sucking up air woke you up in the morning. As you sat yourself up, you could also hear Tony’s voice. You stretched before fully getting out of bed and heading for the kitchen. You stood at the end of the hallway watching as Tony tried to wave black smoke away from where it was billowing up from the stove.

“Um… morning,” you greeted when you finally decided to come closer.

“Shit!” Tony mumbled, jumping slightly as you scared him.

“What’s going on here?”

“Well, I made you breakfast.”

“I see,” you nodded, glancing at the burnt food in the pan on the stove. “What is it?”

“It’s an omelet.”

“Mhmm.”

“Fine, I get it, it’s awful.”

“No, it’s not. It’s just, well, burnt. But thank you, Tony, it was thoughtful.”

“I—“

“Excuse me, Boss,” FRIDAY interrupted. “You are already thirty minutes late to your meeting this morning.”

“Right, shit.” He glanced at his watch. “I’ve got to go.” He looked back up at you. “I’ll be back to pick you up at our usual time.”

“Our usual time,” you repeated quietly. “Right.”

You watched as Tony quickly headed for the elevator. Once he was in there, he turned around and winked at you as the doors closed. Your heart was beating out of your chest, making you realize that you were more in love with him than you originally had thought.

~~~

You were growing more nervous as the day grew on. The nervousness was causing your abilities to go into overdrive. A migraine had put you back in bed, in the dark, early in the afternoon. Every little sound was like a bomb blast and every inch of light felt like the sun was right next to your eyes. Then there was the fact that your hands were sticking to everything you touched.

About an hour before Tony was supposed to pick you up, you tried to get ready. You had to focus on calming yourself as you ripped the first two outfits due to the stickiness of your hands. It was down to the wire, but you were finally ready by the time FRIDAY informed you that Tony was in the elevator, waiting for your approval to enter your level.

“Go ahead, FRIDAY,” you told the AI as you placed yourself in front of the elevator.

The elevator door opened to reveal Tony in a black suit. But instead of a dress shirt underneath his jacket, there was a grey-blue t-shirt. His hands were stuffed in his pant pockets and red-tinted sunglasses covered his eyes. A small smile crossed his lips as he caught sight of you.

“I like this look on you,” he complimented, walking toward you. “Why haven’t we met like this more often?”

“Tony…” you looked away shyly.

“I’m serious, honey. Not that I don’t love the suit, trust me, I do. But this is… this is just different.”

“Good different?”

“Very good different.” He moved so that he was at a better spot to over you his arm. “Are you ready?”

You nodded, with a smile, as you slipped your arm into his. Tony smiled back at you as he led you to the elevator.

~~~

The diner made you feel like you were transported back to the 50s or 60s. It was off the beaten path and not busy. Tony wasn’t kidding when he said he frequented the diner as all the staff greeted him by Tony. There was a booth off to the side that was already set up for the two of you.

As you looked over the menu, Tony shared with you all of his favorites. He made sure that you knew that money wasn’t an issue and that you could order anything and everything that you wanted. Tony ordered a cheeseburger, fries, and a milkshake. You ordered what you wanted as well.

“Do the webs come out of you or do you make them?” Tony suddenly asked after the waitress walked away.

“Sorry, what?” You questioned, trying to process his words.

“Sorry, that just kinda came out before I could stop myself. I have been wondering about it since I met you.” You nodded. “Don’t feel like you have to answer, I was overstepping. Let’s change the subject. Like to your favorite color or what you like to do in your spare time?”

You laughed. “I don’t believe that really changed the subject. The subject is still me.”

“Do you not want it to be?”

“No, it’s fine. It’s just… I never imagined us here… on a date.”

“I did, but only because I never let an opportunity go.”

“Oh, so I’m just an opportunity?”

“Not what I meant.”

“It’s what you said.”

“Okay, I take back my words… when I caught sight of something I want, I try not to let it go.”

“You want me? You know, that sounds a little wrong, tin man.” You smirked, knowing that you were messing with him.

He shook his head as he pinched the bridge of his nose. “I cannot get this right.”

“You’re good, Tony. I’m just messing with you.”

“I just— I can’t afford to mess this up.”

He looked at you, allowing you to see the hurt and sadness behind his eyes for a brief moment. It was clear to you that Pepper had done a number on him and he was doing his mess to not make those same mistakes.

“Tony,” you reach across the table and took one of his hands. “I really don’t know what this is yet, or what this will become, but you aren’t messing this up. And if either of us messes up along the way, we’ll figure it out together. Well, if that’s what you end up wanting. I don’t want to make any assumptions.”

Tony moved his hand so that he had a better hold of yours. “It’s what I want… you’re what I want.”

“I think we can both agree that we need to know each other a little better. But… yeah, you’re kinda what I want too, tin man.”

~~~

The two of you sat at the booth getting to know each other for another three hours. It was fun of laughs and thoughtful listening and excited rambling. When the two of you got back to the Tower, Tony escorted you all the way to your level. The elevator door opened but you weren’t able to get out as Tony gently took your hands and faced you toward him.

“I need to admit something to you,” he said softly.

“Okay,” you whispered with a nod.

“At any other time in my life, I would kiss you and probably take you to bed. We’d have sex and then I’d head to my lab after you fell asleep… I don’t want to be that person anymore. You don’t deserve me being that person. I want to take my time with this. I really don’t want to mess this up. So, I’m going to kiss you and then you’re going to head out and we’ll see each other later.”

You were speechless. The great playboy Tony Stark was opening more of himself to you. He truly had changed and was making it a point to let you—and himself—know that. He leaned in and kissed you softly. The kiss didn’t last long, which you didn’t mind.

“Goodnight, spidey girl,” he whispered.

You stepped back, onto your floor. “Goodnight, Tony.”

next chapter >

TAGLIST IS CLOSED - Taglist Information

#tony stark imagine #tony stark x reader #tony stark fanfiction #tony stark x female!reader #tony stark x f!reader #tony stark x female reader #tony stark x fem!reader #iron man x reader #iron man imagine #iron man fanfiction #marvel imagines #marvel imagine #marvel x reader #marvel fanfiction #the avengers x reader #avengers x reader #avengers imagines #avengers imagine

115 notes · View notes

ladykissingfish · 4 months

Text

I had this conversation last night with @amikotsu ; two separate scenarios so putting them both on this post 😂

*at the movies*

Deidara, sitting in between Sasori and Tobi: G-guys … I’m not so sure about this …

Sasori: Brat. You’ve been begging to see this movie for weeks.

Deidara: Yeah but, I didn’t realize … I mean after reading the reviews I didn’t know how scary it’s supposed to be …

Tobi: You’ll be okay, Senpai! Tobi and Sasori-san are right here, and we won’t let the scary things get ya! Okay?

Deidara, taking a deep breath: Okay …

*later, coming out of the theater*

Sasori: Well, I’ll hand it to you, Deidara … that WAS fairly frightening. But I’m proud of you for getting through it.

Deidara: *wraps himself around Sasori’s arm* Couldn’t have done it without that helping hand you gave me, Danna ~

Sasori: … huh?

Deidara: You know, hm … *lowers his voice* I wish you could be that romantically adventurous all the time, but I’ll admit that you doing it so quietly, in the dark, with everyone around us but nobody aware of what we were doing … that was the biggest turn-on of my life ~

Sasori:

Sasori: I didn’t touch you that entire time. My hands were folded in my lap.

Deidara: What?! Then who the hell —

Tobi, grinning and sweating bullets under his mask:

———

*at the movies, waiting in line at the snack counter*

Kakuzu: My chest hurts …

Hidan: You say that every time we come here, you cheap old fuck. Nobody made ya come!

Kakuzu: Oh, right. Like three little brats were just going to walk into an R-rated movie without adult supervision!

Deidara: We ARE adults, hm!

Kakuzu: *snorts* Yeah, sure. Now … *studies the menu* What are we going to be getting? How about we just ask for some cups for water? Water is probably free …

Itachi: But Kakuzu-san, the best part of coming to the movies is getting popcorn and soda ..

Kakuzu: Are you mad? LOOK AT THOSE PRICES! Eight dollars for a small soda?! FIFTEEN DOLLARS FOR A SMALL POPCORN?! Shit, I’m in the wrong business … I should have opened a movie theater so that I could force people to sell a kidney to buy some overrated junk food!

Hidan: My Jashin, stop whining, old man. Look, me and blondie and red-eyes will pool our money and get something for us all the share. So stop your bitchin’, alright?!

*Kakuzu sighs as the others buy four drinks and one jumbo popcorn for them all to share*

Kakuzu, as they’re walking to fill up their drinks at the soda dispenser: I won’t even ask how much this was. Next time, I’m not letting you talk me out of bringing my big bag. We’ll sneak in the entire kitchen before I let you spend money like this again. We — Kakuzu: *suddenly slips on an ice cube on the floor and slides into the wall, banging his head* *Deidara and Itachi rush to him to help him up, and Hidan brings over a manager* Hidan, to manager: What the fuck is this shit?! You guys don’t clean up these areas or what?? My friend could have seriously hurt himself!! We should call our lawyer and —

Manager: N-no need for that, gentlemen! Surely you’ll allow us to compensate you in some way …

*several moments later, in the theater before the previews start*

Deidara, eating nachos: This is great, hm! We got so much free food!

Itachi, opening his third box of candy: Not to mention free movie tickets for the next few weeks!

Hidan: And it’s all thanks to the old bastard! Thanks, Kakuzu! Oi, ‘Kuzu?

Deidara: Looks like he’s taking a nap …

Itachi: Hidan, wake him up. I think I read somewhere that it’s not safe to go to sleep with a possible concussion …

Deidara: Oi, shouldn’t we take him to the hospital then?

Hidan, slapping Kakuzu awake: We’ll go after the movies. I’ve been waiting all month to see this; Kakuzu understands. Right, old bastard?!

Kakuzu:

#sasodei #tobidei #sasodeitobi #sasori x deidara #tobi x deidara #at the movies #tw suggestive #brotp #hidan x deidara x itachi #movie theater popcorn #shit at those prices my chest would hurt too 🙃#speak softly and carry a big BIG purse #kakuzu #hidan #itachi uchiha #tobi #sasori #deidara

26 notes · View notes

thelovelywriteress · 4 days

Text

➷ Hard-fist crush

▶︎ɪᴛᴏɴᴀ x ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴛ ғ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

────────────────────────────

Everyone would have seen you as some secret sister of Karma if wasn't for the distinct difference between you both.

He is cool and violent. You are annoyed and violent.

He punches people because he finds it cool. You punch people because they easily irritate you.

Class doubt they have ever see any other expression on your face except annoyance or angry.

Even though you're always have that scoff on your face, it wasn't a lie to say you got a pretty face. Many even conclude it as "waste for face like this."

When Itona finally join the class, you didn't care about him much. He joined the Terasaka gang and that was it. You see him as another student and someone else who you have to ensure.

It didn't take much time for Itona to learn about everyone in class, including you! He observed how boys compliment your looks and conclude how it oversee your violent behaviour too. Apparently your angry is got to be charm about you.

You and Itona didn't officially interact before one day you accidentally let your phone washed with your uniform. Now that your wasn't working, you need to spend god knows how on its repair. And you hate to spend your money on anything other than food.

As you were cursing yourself for being so careless, you come across Itona. Looks like he was checking some tools? Now like mention above you didn't officially interact before so you were kind of fighting yourself on whether you should go or not. Since you were in good mood you decide a casual hi wouldn't be much.

'What'cha doing? Looking at any other store to destroy?' Got to say you don't got best way to start conversation. Itona didn't react, heck he didn't even acknowledge your presence and it irked you. You was about to hit his head untill he finally said something to you too.

'You're that 'such a waste for pretty face', right?'

'Who?!'

Let's say Itona end up telling how Maehara and Okajima describe you and now you were planning all ways to hit them that they don't be able to ever walk again.

But again they weren't here right now and your phone was still not working. Sighing you ask him about any cheap mobile repairing shop. He does seems to be interested in these kinds of things, maybe he can give you lead?

Turns out he can't give you lead. HE IS LEAD. Bro specialise in mobile repairing too. Though you didn't trust him your phone, you reluctantly did give him your phone. Afterall he did seem type to be sure about its ability.

You decided to take him to a eating place. If he can repair your home, might repay him with food. You was munching on some food while his hand continue to do things with your phone.

You eyed him sometimes through repair process - unlike the times he wasn't part of your class his eyes look lot calmer now. On closer observation you notice his appearance; his hair look so white and soft. 'Are they soft too?' You subconsciously wonder.

"Here. It's done." You never realised you have been staring at him until Itona pulled his eyes towards you. You feel little embarrassed though you quickly hide it by checking your phone. Surprisingly it was working well.

"Wow. It's working so smoothly. Literally like a new one." This boy sure got good mechanic skills. He just nonchalant shrug and told he was just helping a classmate and munch on some food you order for him as payment. You did the same and it was silence for while.

"You aren't much violent like they describe you." He stated as you give him a werid look. Was he observing you? You started to feel little self-conscious but you quickly brushed it off. "What you interested to know about me?" You give a slight smirk,"Lots of guys in class are." Oh. "Since you're beast in beauty's body." What?

For next few moments you heard come information from Itona about how boys see you. "That fucking piece of shits- Maehara and Okajima!" You clutch your fist viens popping out. As Itona just keep munching on the food you gave him in exchange of information. He didn't seem to have any remorse for guys he sell out.

"Waste for a face like mine, huh?" You said in a low tone as you sat down. You were aware of the fact how much fist-lover you was but still it stings a bit how guys things about this and even disscus it in front of new guys. You weren't sure if you were annoyed by the fact you didnt hear a single good thing about you other than your body or that even new kid thinks you as some wild girl who didn't suit this body.

"They're wrong though." What? You quickly break out of your inner monologue as you stare at Itona, wanting him to justify his statement. "They say waste for a face like you but I think your personality suits your face very much." You don't know if he was saying this to confront you or what but you still feel arise of little happiness inside you. Plus basing on how Itona is, you felt statement was genuine. "I think if anything, you're overall cute." Huhhh! And for first time you were genuinely flustered too.

"If anything, you're overall cute. This sentence was playing rent free in your mind. "Argh! Stupid! Stupid!" You burried your face in your pillow as you remember the way he said it was like it was most obvious thing in world. And after that day you become visible flustered whenever Itona even pass through you.

"Don't come near me!"

"But I need to go out and it's only way to door."

"Shut up!"

You even annoyed at students aren't weren't big deal but for some reaction you were literally warry of every act of Itona.

"Here have it." You give him a cold medicine after you notice he had been sneezing all day. "

"Huh idiot like you forgot lunch. I am not even suprise." Proceeds to give him half of her lunch while taunting him some more.

Everyone was so confused like what the hell was going on between you and Itona untill Karma point out. "She literally got obvious crush on him idiots."

Yeah he knew because he do something same too. More you act all arrogant and mighty, more confused you get when you're in love. Bro probably do something same. 😒☝️

And it wasn't before everyone start teasing you both. Especially you, since you had punch almost everyone in the class and it was time for payback but only it wasn't payback cause you were ready to break bones of anyone who dare to do it.

Even they realised they can't tease you. They move towards Itona and he didn't even understand how they come to this conclusion - like don't you literally just taunt and pick on him all the time with side generous acts.

But with time even he started to get annoyed by it; "Yo Itona what's your face thing about her?" "When she punches you people so hard, you fly out of window."

───────────────────────────────────

Itona my beloved. 🥹 Seriously we need more Itona content, especially without all yandere stuff. 😤☝️

#assassination classroom #itona horibe #itonaxreader #Ansatsu Kyōshitsu #assassination classroom x reader #female reader insert #school romance

12 notes · View notes

cuzisaidso · 1 year

Text

The Mistake Pt.1

Series: 1/? (Add when series complete)

(Don’t own the art! Got it from Pinterest, wonderful drawing )

Huggy Wuggy!FEM!READER!

Warning: swearing

Light blue- narrative/dialogue

Purple-A/N(me)

Summary: You and your friends decide to visit that run down old toy factory. Not knowing what lies inside. You deeply regret your decision soon as you step in and face the consequences.

Pt.1

Walking up to the multi-colored factory, shifting my backpack on my shoulders, I look back at the dumbasses who dragged me here in the first place. Tyler, Donnie, Shaggy, and Cheryl the four dumbass musketeers doing stupid shit on a daily basis.

This is probably one of their biggest dimwitted ideas so far, and sadly I'm a part of the group. Tyler is the player of the group, being almost six foot, with dirty blond hair and blue eyes, lean and kinda muscular body. Basically the stereotypical rich boy.

Having nothing better to do with his life but raise hell, he decided that breaking an entering is more fun than smoking weed and playing video games with Shaggy.

Donnie being the second tallest of the group is highly nonchalant, and I don’t think he gives a fuck what we do, just as long as his shoes stay clean and his hair stays cut, he tags along.

Cheryl is Tyler's girlfriend. I don’t like her much but he likes her so she is a part of the group… until he gets tired and she gets replaced.

Cheryl is what you call a “pick me girl,” she feels everyone, and everything should be about her. Especially when it comes to Tyler, he gotta be giving her that monster dick the way she’s always up on him.

Shaggy… well he’s Shaggy, the pot head of the group. Not going to lie, what he brings calms my nerves especially when Tylers lil girlfriend or whatever tags along with us, she’s soooo fucking annoying.

Stopping at the entrance of the building. Tyler blinks confused. “Hmm, that’s weird” I look at him “what you mean?” He opens the door “last time I checked this place the doors were locked” I look confused “and?” He sighs and shakes his head “never mind let’s go” Tyler walks in. We follow.

“I think we should turn back….this place looks hella creepy” Tyler rolls his eyes at my response.

“You can go home y/n, but me and the others are going in. I always knew you were the pussy of the group” I glare

“Hey, let’s get this straight. I ain’t no pussy. And I’ll never will be one.” Tyler smirks

“Only pussies say they aren’t pussies” I take a slow inhale of air.

“Okay” I step forward purposefully bumping into Tyler in the way in. Shoving the door open. I walk in and down the dimly lit hallway.

The others follow behind me as we all look around the dark, dirty, and musty place. “Definitely a kids place for sure” grumbles Donnie.

“Heh, looks kinda dope” replies Shaggy. “Only you’ll think this place is dope shags, are you on shrooms again?” Shag smiles suspiciously “probably “

Cheryl Grimaces as her high platform flip flops sticks to the floor as we walk. “Baby, it’s all nasty in here” she whines. Tyler wraps his arm around her waist kissing her head.

“You will be fine, we are going to look around for a bit, turn around and go home” Cheryl doesn’t look convinced but nods along to what he says.

As we walk farther into the building, we stop. “Poppy playtime co?” I repeat as I read the sign.

“Oh! I know this place! Daddy got me a little toy kitty cat that was a bee. Hmmm what was it named…oh! a cat-bee it was soooo adorable” squeals Cheryl.

Of course the rich bitch will know what this place is, if I was lucky, what I got from the store that was probably the most expensive is Walmart. Cheapest is the dollar store. And that was the usual go to.

My mother will always say “I ain’t spending my money on unnecessary shit you only gone play with for a week than get tired and ask for more.” Most of the toys I did have were pass me downs from my older siblings anyway.

Below the sign is a board, I walk over and look down at the board. One side is a blue circle as the other is a red circle. The sign is worn down and most of the words are dusted over. “Hmm, it’s says…Huggy Wuggy, no… oh…His name is Huggy, Huggy Wuggy when he hugs he will never stop Your friend Huggy, Huggy Wuggy He'll squeeze you until you pop” Donnie chuckles

“Isn’t that cute” I frown “more like weird. I look at the empty space in front of the board.

“Isn’t there supposed to be like a…uh…whatever it is in front of the board? Since it says the name of what the toy is?” Ask shaggy

I shrug my shoulders “probably”

Tyler kicks one of the alphabet blocks, it doesn’t budge. “I knew it was glued down” grumbles Tyler.

“I always knew you was low key slow Ty” I say as he glares at me.

“Haha so funny” he growls. I smile and walk toward the gift shop.

“Y’all think it still has shit inside?” Shaggy shrugs “probably” Cheryl looks over. “Y’all should go in” I roll my eyes at her and push open the doors.

Nothing much can be seen, discarded broken toys lays on the floor. Along with other stuff. I hum as I walk around the room. Stopping and picking up a flyer. It shows a tall blue mascot, will I think it is. “That’s huggy” I jerk and turn around.

Cheryl smiles, I glare “you lucky you ain’t no random bitch from the street, your ass would have gotten knocked, don’t pop up behind people. That’s how you get hit”

She giggles “sorry Y/n. But for real. That’s huggy. I had the mini version of him back home”

“Uhuh, did you have all the damn dolls than?” She shakes her head.

“No, some of the dolls I wasn't allowed to get, like Poppy. I always wanted Poppy, she was cute and small. Perfect for tea parties”

“Ok…um..did your dad work here or something?” She nods “yeah, daddy was in charge of something. I don’t remember. But he will bring back toys. They were all so cute”

Cheryl giggles “I had things the other girls couldn’t get, it was so fun.” And there goes the conversation. Out the window.

I walk around her and out of the shop, Tyler walks down some hallway. Looks like the door was unlocked and open.

Donnie and Shaggy follows him. I tag along as well.

“Sooooo…what are we going to do since we are here?” Questions Donnie. “I don’t know, look around. Find shit we want. Take it. Than leave”

“So we're stealing? Not only this is breaking and entering but stealing as well” Tyler stops and turns around glaring at me “if you have such a problem. You can leave. No one forced you to come” I nod

“No one did, but I ain’t gon let this be on my conscience if something happens” he groans rubbing his hands on his face. “Y/N, nothing is going to happ-“ i high pitch screech can be heard.

We look up at the vents, thunks and bangs can be heard. “What the hell…” exclaims Donnie.

“Probably the building creaking. It’s old” I look at Tyler not convinced “old enough to make sounds like that?”

“Yes, now let’s go. I want to see the toy making machine” I blink slowly as Tyler walks the rest of the way. Donnie, Shaggy, and Cheryl follows.

“This is some mad sketchy shit man.”

“Oh, shut up Y/n” I glare at Tyler.

A/N:Hello, I decided to make a series of Huggy Wuggy. Mostly likely talking to myself at this point. But I saw that there isn’t a lot of Huggy Wuggy fics. So. I decided to make one for myself and others who will like to read this. Yes I know it starts off slow. But it will get better. I did do some research, I’m still researching so please point out any mistakes I have made during this series. Along with grammar mistakes as well. It will help me.

73 notes · View notes

081314 · 1 year

Text

Sam’s New Year Sale - Part 4

This is part 4 of my translation for the Sam’s New Year Sale 2023 event. This part includes Day 8, Day 9, and the ending. This is the conclusion of the event.

Spoilers below the cut!

Day 8

Sebek: Take this!! It ends here!!

Savanaclaw Student A: Whoa he friggin’ smashed that thing! And it’s comin’ in fast!!

Savanaclaw Student B: Shit! We’re not gonna make it in time…! The birdie’s about to…!

(The shuttlecock falls to the ground)

Vil: Okay, everyone. The match is over now, and victory goes to our team. Sorry, but you won’t be getting Sam’s Golden Ticket this time.

Savanaclaw Student A: Aww, man. I heard the rumors about you guys, but I wasn’t expectin’ we’d be no match for a couple of part-timers…

Savanclaw Student B: The gap between us and them is just way too big. The whole time it never felt like we even stood a chance… C’mon, let’s head back to the dorm already. We’re done here.

(The Savanaclaw students depart)

Sebek: We’ve been able to conclude our matches quite effortlessly as of late. It appears our skills have improved greatly since we began our employment here. I do wish we could test our mettle against some more challenging opponents, however.

Vil: I hate to break it to you, but it doesn’t look like we have anyone at all to go up against right now, let alone someone challenging. ….Actually, have you noticed we’ve been having fewer matches lately?

Sebek: Yes, now that you mention it…. It’s already past noon, but we’ve only had five matches so far. And yet just a few days prior, we were battling it out dozens of times a day. Those crowds from before have all but vanished.

Vil: I’ve been so wrapped up with work that I didn’t really notice it until now… Something feels off.

Heartslabyul Student A: Excuse me, could we get somebody at the register?

Vil: Yes, we’ll be right there.

Vil: For your five items the total will be 4900 madol.

Sebek: If you purchase something else for only 100 madol more, you’ll be able to challenge us for the opportunity to win Sam’s Golden Ticket. We’ll be partaking in a game called-

Heartslabyul Student A: Oh, you talking about that Hagoita thing? Nah, I’m good with what I’m buying. Not really up for a battle right now.

Vil: …..!

Sebek: But why? You’re only 100 madol away from possibly obtaining an item of unparalleled value. There’s no risk for you even if you should fail, so just considering what you could potentially win, attempting the challenge has more merit to it than anything!

Heartslabyul Student A: No way. I wouldn’t be able to win no matter how many times I try. It’d just be a waste of my time and energy, and I really don’t wanna end up looking like an idiot getting his ass handed to him.

Heartslaybul Student B: I’ll get to 5000 madol if I buy somethin’ else for 700 more but… I’ll just get this stuff for now. Don’t really wanna start the New Year in a bad mood from losing against you guys. See ya.

(The Heartslabyul students depart)

Sebek: What is the matter with them! Those cowards!!! They’ve completely lost any confidence they can win, and now they won’t even attempt the challenge!!!

Vil: I think we might’ve crushed our customers’ spirits a bit from winning too much. Maybe from now on we should go easy on people and let them win a few matches here and there.

Sebek: Let them win!?? Do you mean to say we should slack off during our bouts!? I would never agree to such a thing!!

Vil: I understand how you feel, but since people are holding back from hitting the minimum spend for the challenge, we’re clearly getting less money from each transaction. And since there’s been a lot less people coming back to try the Hagoita battles multiple times, it feels like overall foot traffic to the store has been going down, too.

Sebek: Argh. This was supposed to be a plan for us to increase sales and draw people to the sale, but I fear we might’ve put the cart before the horse. We’ll need to formulate a counterplan of some sort. But I absolutely refuse to go easy on our opponents! ‘Twould go against my principles!

Sam: Hey! What’s with the long faces, my lucky boys?

Sebek: Ah, if it isn’t the shopkeeper.

Sam: …Just a little while ago, I saw a couple of customers leaving the store looking all disappointed. Is there something going on?

Vil: Yes, we’ve got a bit of a problem on our hands.

Sam: I gotcha. Since you boys are so hard to beat, it’s making people lose interest in the Hagoita battles. That certainly is some bad news.

Sebek: We’ve been fighting tooth and nail to defend Sam’s Golden Ticket, but I never would have thought that it would backfire on us like this.

Vil: We should have thought this through more. I apologize.

Sam: It’s all right! There’s not a crew in the world who can do everything perfectly right from the start. Besides, it doesn’t look like all the little imps out there have lost their motivation.

Diasomnia Student: Pardon me. I’d like to attempt the Hagoita challenge!

Sebek: B-but we haven’t devised a counterplan yet!

Sam: Hmm. You boys have gotten so good at Hagoita that you’re able to crush your opponents without even breaking a sweat. And if that’s the case… Then I want you to stop and take some time during your matches to observe these people a bit. Try and find out just what it is they’re looking for from this challenge. In other words, you need to anticipate the customer’s needs and provide them with the correct solution. It’s an essential skill to have if you want to work in business.

Vil: ….I see. That’s definitely some very Sam-esque advice. Alright, let’s try switching up our mindset and we’ll see what happens.

Sebek: We must observe our opponent, huh… Very well! Then let us first concentrate on this next challenger at hand!

Ruggie: Hah! You guys are wide open!

(Ruggie spikes the shuttlecock and it falls to the ground)

Scarabia Student A: T-the match just started 30 seconds ago and we already lost…!? We hardly even got to do any rallying…

Scarabia Student B: Dammit, this stupid game is unwinnable! I’m never playing Hagoita again!!!

(The Scarabia students leave)

Ruggie: Heh, piece of cake!

Cater: …Um, Ruggie-kun. Don’t you think you might be going a little overboard there? It kind of looks like you keep trying to show people how much better we are at the game than them…

Ruggie: Wait, what!? Darn it, I did it again!! I know we’re not supposed to be beatin’ the customers so badly, so that we don’t ruin their motivation an’ all…. But soon as I think about possibly losin’ out on the special bonus, it’s like my body starts movin’ on its own and I get all fired up before I even notice!!!

Cater: Okay, that’s definitely not a problem you hear about every day... But I mean, I did notice you get this crazy look in your eyes as soon as you pick up the Hagoita.

???: Eh heh heh heh…. That go-getter attitude of yours sure is wonderful and all, but it ain’t doing much to help the store right now.

Cater / Ruggie: Sam-san…!?

Sam: I heard from Sebek-kun and Vil-kun that people have been losing interest in taking on the Hagoita battles. Looking at your match just now, it’s easy to see the reason why. The way you boys are fightin’, you’re breaking the customers’ hearts before the match even begins.

Cater: Ack… Yeah, now that you mention it, fewer people have been spending enough money so they can try out the battles. I’m guessing that’s probably why our daily sales have also been going down, too…

Sam: Kind of makes our business plan pointless then, right? How about you boys try and reconsider how you’re approaching these battles.

Ruggie: Huh!? Now hang on a second there. I thought you said whichever team contributes the most to the store is gonna get the special bonus, and that if we lose against customers a lot, then we’d have to kiss all that extra cash goodbye. So in other words, whichever team wins the most battles and protects the golden ticket gets the bonus. That was what you were sayin’, right?

Sam: Sounds like you misunderstood me, my little Bucchi imp. When I said “contribute to the store”, I wasn’t just talking about the battles. I was also talking about providing good customer service, keeping the shelves stocked, and cleaning up the store and whatnot. And right now, you all are killing the customers’ vibes with these battles, and our foot traffic’s been going way down. That doesn’t really sound like contributing to the store, now does it? Honestly, at this rate, I couldn’t give the special bonus to either team.

Ruggie: B-but…!

Cater: Yikes… Looks like we were a bit too enthusiastic about winning…

Sam: Hey, no sad faces! We still got a few days left until the sale ends, so why don’t you boys just try and set everything right before then? I already spoke with Sebek and Vil’s team, but I want you all to think about what you can do to get people excited for Hagoita battles again.

(Sam leaves)

Ruggie: *Sniffle* I didn’t think things would end up like this…. I don’t wanna lose my special bonus! No way, no how!!!! We gotta do something about this, an’ quick!!

Cater: At any rate, if we want the customers to get interested in trying the battles again, we’ll need to find a way to make them think they have a chance at beating us. Even if it means we have to hand out some of Sam’s Golden Tickets, maybe we should pull a couple of matches and let people win?

Ruggie: Shishishi. We don’t need to go that far. All we gotta do is make people think the battles themselves are worth their while, even if they don’t win.

Cater: Huh? Sorry, I’m not really following??

Ruggie: Ain’t you ever heard of stores doin’ stuff like that before? It’s like, when you go an’ buy somethin’ real special, what’s important isn’t the product itself, it’s that rush of excitement you get from buyin’ somethin’ expensive. That experience is what people think is worth payin’ all that money for, ‘cause it’s not somethin’ you get to do every day. When I worked part-time at this pretty classy joint, the owner kept tellin’ me this one thing over an’ over again…. “Customers pay money for experiences that make ‘em feel somethin’!”

Cater: Ooooh, I think I know what you’re talking about now. Now that you mention it, there was this one time I went to this really popular collab café event, and when I got there, the line to get in was insane. And the food was so expensive! I wouldn’t really say the café itself or the food was worth all that time and money, but the store interior was super cute, and once I realized I could snap a lot of great photos, pretty much all my complaints went away. And it ended up being a lot of fun!

Ruggie: That’s exactly what I’m talkin’ about. And that’s what you an’ me gotta do with these Hagoita battles. We gotta make customers think that tryin’ out a battle’s worth more than some dumb ol’ golden ticket.

Cater: Gotcha. So basically, we have to do a little entertaining and make the battles more fun for the customers, yeah?

Ruggie: Ding ding ding! We have a winner! We need to make sure the customers feel like they got a chance to beat us, but we also can’t go too easy on ‘em, either. If we manage to balance things right, I’m sure people will still end up feelin’ satisfied even when they lose. Until now, we’ve been going all out defeating customers like nobody’s business, ‘cause we thought it’d get us closer to nabbin’ that special bonus… But now we’ll be givin’ ‘em one hell of a good time! And ya know, no one can beat me when it comes to butterin’ up the customers!

Cater: Ah ha ha. You certainly sound confident. Okay, I’ll give it my best shot, too.

Octavinelle Student: Where can I sign up for a Hagoita battle? I’m planning on spending over 5000 madol while I’m here.

Cater: Oh, a customer! What perfect timing ♪

Ruggie: Nice. Okay, our new plan is startin’ right now! We’ll make sure this match is a close one, and when it’s over, all he’ll be thinking is “Man, I was so close to winnin’!!”

Day 9

Heartslabyul Student: Hey, they’re wide open over there on the right! Take this!!

Sebek: Hah! How careless! Your poor aim often causes your shots to drift to the left side of the field, you know.

Heartslabyul Student: Wait, what!?

Sebek: Having seen through your bad habits, ‘tis but child’s play to defend against you.

Vil: You guys did good aiming at our blind spots like that, but you’re still one step behind.

Savanaclaw Student: Crap, I thought that was gonna end things, but looks like they returned the shot. How ‘bout some of this!

Sebek: I’ve already deduced all your schemes, and now…. This ends here!!!

Savanaclaw Student: He spiked it! …Augh, the birdie’s flying way too fast, I can hardly see it….!

Heartslabyul Student: D-damnit! It hit the ground.

Sebek: Victory is ours, then.

Heartslabyul Student: Oh, come on!!!! We freakin’ lost again. I thought we had you guys this time!!

Vil: Well, you did have us on our toes a few moments there. It looks like you guys are getting better and better with each match, don’t you think?

Savanaclaw Student: To be honest with you… Yeah, I gotta agree there. Feels like we’re getting the hang of this Hagoita thing.

Heartslabyul Student: Think we can get ‘em next time? If I can fix that bad habit of mine, we might just have a chance.

Savanaclaw Student: It sucks we gotta keep spending 5000 madol each time… But I might be able to make it work if I just use up next month’s allowance...and my allowance from the month after that!

Heartslabyul Student: No way we’re gonna back down now! We’ll go and spend enough money for the challenge, so let us take you guys on again.

Octavinelle Student A: Hold it! It’s our turn now. Could you two please get back in line?

Vil: Sorry, but he’s right. We’re going to need you to return to the end of the line. But don’t worry. As long as you spend the required amount, we promise to go up against you again.

Savanaclaw Student: Tsch…. Alright, alright. But just you wait! Ya’ll are gonna get what’s comin’ to ya!

Sebek: We shall neither run nor hide. Come back and challenge us as many times as you please!

Ruggie: Heeey, looks like things are heatin’ up. I got Cater watchin’ the storefront for me an’ before I even realized it, I was headin’ out here to check on things. Looks like you guys also switched to entertainin’ the customers instead of wallopin’ on em’.

Sebek: Entertaining? Humph. Don’t lump us together with you lot. We haven’t let up on our opponents one bit. Rather, all we are doing is observing the customers while we battle, and fighting with them in such a way that allows them to demonstrate the best of their abilities. In doing so, it’s turned into an excellent training exercise for me. After all, there’s nothing duller than going against someone who’s lost the will to fight.

Vil: That’s right. So could you please not call it “entertaining”, Ruggie? It sounds tacky. We’re still going all out, it’s just that we’ve shifted our priority to making sure the customers are having fun. These people do have to shell out 5000 madol each time they want to challenge us, so we should make it worth their while.

Ruggie: Looks to me like both our teams basically ended up comin’ to the same conclusion, then.

Octavinelle Student A: Hey, how long are you guys gonna stand around chit chatting! Hurry up and start the match already!

Vil: Fufu. Looks like we got a couple of hotheaded potatoes on our hands.

Sebek: Indeed. Come, let us join forces and provide them a most excellent bout. We’ll be the ones coming out on top in the end, however!

Ruggie: Welcome! Any customers ready to check out, please line up over here.

Cater: Oh, wow. The sale’s almost over, but we’re still getting tons of people. I wonder if it’s all thanks to the Hagoita battles getting popular again. I was honestly kind of worried how things would go at first, but our sales have been going up and the store’s as packed as ever before...

Ruggie: I really wasn’t expectin’ both our teams to come up with the same plan… but at least now we don’t gotta worry about our special bonus flyin’ out the window anymore! Of course, the only problem is we don’t know which team is gonna get it!

Sebek: I came to see what was going on, as I heard some idle chatter…. But every time you lot open your mouths, it’s always the same drivel! Pondering over such matters is pointless. As long as you give your maximum effort in tackling whatever task is before you, then results shall follow in the end. Or do you mean to say you aren’t confident you shall win?

Ruggie: Whaaaat? I got more confidence than I know what to do with, my guy. Just how many times do ya think we talked customers into takin’ on the Hagoita battles? Sweet talkin’ people’s my specialty. All ya gotta do is butter ‘em up a little and get them to try the battle one time, an’ then they just keep comin’ back again an’ again after all the fun they have. It’s a piece of cake.

Cater: We play the same game every time, but whether or not people end up satisfied changes just based on how we react to them. It’s actually kind of cool, when you think about it. Like, when they come at us all fired up, you gotta be careful or else you’ll go at it too seriously.

Sam: As expected of my lucky boys! You all passed this little assignment with flying colors.

Everyone: Sam-san/Sam!

Sam: I was watching your Hagoita battles a little while ago. The customers look like they’re having a blast now. And you all looked like you were having a lot of fun, too.

Ruggie: Of course! Seein’ the customers all happy and smilin’ like that up close, ya can’t help but feel happy yourself.

Sam: Nyeh heh heh heh. Excellent customer service like that is a win-win! As proof of that, our sales have been spectacular the last few days, and the lines have been so long we’ve had to keep the store open late just to get everyone rung up. Looks like there’s still plenty of little imps just itching to take you on in Hagoita battles. I want you lucky boys to keep up the good work!

Cater: Okay! I’ll try my best.

Ruggie: This is our chance to look good in front of Sam! Now I’m gettin’ pumped up!

Ending

Sam: Sam’s New Year Sale is just about ready to come to an end. I’d like to take this opportunity to hear what you all thought about working here! So how was it? Did you feel it was worth taking up these jobs?

Ruggie: Heck yeah! It was great we didn’t have to go far to work everyday, and I liked bein’ able to go up against our classmates. Best of all, the pay rate is awesome! Aah, I wish I could work here all year long!

Sam: Sounds like the job was a big hit for you, my little Bucchi imp. And now I’d like to hear my big little imp’s impressions.

Sebek: It was a very interesting experience. I was able to hone numerous different skills, such as the reflexive abilities needed to respond to patrons at a moment’s notice, and the observational skills required to keep track of inventory levels and make sure all areas of the store are attended to. I do lament I wasn’t able to attend to the young Lord as much as I should have when he came to the store…But I shall set that aside as a future challenge!

Sam: And what about my third-year little imps?

Cater: The whole time I was at work, it felt like I was at a New Year’s festival or something! It was so much fun. And it was also really great we got to make the customers happy while they were shopping. Who knows, maybe I'm a good fit for this job? I’m kidding, of course.

Vil: In exchange for all the money the customers spent, we made sure to provide them with an amazing experience. It turns out the entertainment industry and the service industry both prioritize the same things. I learned a lot here

Sam: Thank you! What lovely comments from you all. As the store manager, I’m happy you boys were able to get something meaningful out of your time here. Oh, seeing as we had a lot of customers who stopped by wishing for this and that, why don’t you all share how you hope this New Year will turn out? If you got any New Year’s resolutions, I’d be happy to hear ‘em.

Ruggie: Resolutions, huh… I don’t really have any. I just wanna keep on doin’ lots of different part-time jobs and earnin’ as much money as I can! Soon as this sale ends, I’ll be goin’ right back to looking at the help wanted ads. If there’s any moneymakin’ schemes around, you can bet I’ll be jumpin’ on ‘em!

Sebek: My resolutions should be obvious. I shall continue to devote myself to my schoolwork and to my duties as a guard, and I shall defend the young Lord from any and all hardships that might befall him! For that sake, I shall persist with my daily training and studies. I shan’t slack off for even a second. It will be a year filled with steadfast diligence, and nothing else!

Cater: Mine is probably just to post lots of pics to Magicame, and hopefully go viral! It’d be sweet if I could get over 10,000 likes on a single post! And I’ll def be on the hunt this year for Magicame-worthy spots.

Vil: For me, I’m planning to seriously focus on my coursework. And at the same time, I’ll be working on bringing to life my own personal ideals of beauty. But I have no intention of just calling it a resolution and leaving it at that. I’ll be coming through on my promises.

Sam: Thank you all for sharing! I’ll be praying for you all to have a great year.

Ruggie: More importantly!!! What!! About!! Our!! Special!! Bonus!! It’s clear as day me an’ Cater won, so it’d be really great it if you could hurry up an’ fork over the dinero already!

Sebek: Humph. You have quite the confidence there, but I fear you are much too impatient. Surely you must feel it deep within your hearts… That Vil Senpai and I overwhelmingly contributed to the store more than you two did!

Sam: It’s all right! Don’t worry, I’ve made my decision. The team that showed me the most wonderful show of hard work during Sam’s New Year Sale, and who’ll be getting this spectacular special bonus, is…

Everyone: *Gulp*

Sam: Ruggie-kun and Cater-kun’s team! And!!! Sebek-kun and Vil-kun’s team! In other words, both teams! All of you little imps have been giving these jobs your 100%, and it was just too hard to choose between you. Eh heh heh heh. And that’s why I decided to divvy up the special bonus and give all four of you a share!

Everyone: Wha- WHAAAAAT!?

Cater: That’s a… That’s a bit of a letdown… Ah, I mean it’s better than not getting anything at all.

Vil: Were you planning on doing this from the start?

Sam: No way! You all worked equally hard, and that’s why I simply couldn’t choose just one team. Thanks to all your fierce competition with one another, our sales were through the roof! And all you little imps get the bonus, too. It’s a win-win, don’t you think?

Sebek: I can’t say I’m satisfied with the outcome… But seeing as this was such a rewarding experience for me, I guess I shall deem your choice acceptable.

Ruggie: Tsch. And I was thinkin’ for a second there me an’ cater were gonna take all the spoils. Meh. If ya tack on the bonus to our regular pay rate, then that’s plenty of money already. ‘Salright with me.

Sam: Now then, this great big sale is about to reach its finale. But I’m sure we’ll still be getting lots of customers who’ll be wanting to get their hands on our mystery bags. My little imps, you gotta keep this party jumpin’ for me until the very end!

Ruggie: Yessir!

Sebek: Leave it to me!

Cater: Okay!

Vil: Of course.

Part 1 (Introduction and Day 1)

Part 2 ( Day 2, Day 3, and Day 4)

Part 3 (Day 5, Day 6, and Day 7)

#ruggie bucchi #vil schoenheit #cater diamond #sebek zigvolt #twisted wonderland #twst #twst spoilers #twst sam #my tl #sam's new year sale 2023

82 notes · View notes

whowantslovergirl · 8 months

Text

Maneater

Satrou Gojo x reader (reader is female with she/her pronouns)

warnings: cursing, mad shit talking, reader uses sex to get things she wants, suggestive talk, other lovers, this will be in your pov but does switch, and that’s it hope you enjoy my lovers ^this means start the song 💋 probably not proofread 🤪

miscellaneous masterlist

Summary: Everyone tries to warn Gojo about his new girlfriend since she is titled ‘the maneater’

posted: August 20,2023

I was walking through the outlets. You know the rich outlets. I always walk through rich people spots to find my next victim. It’s easy to find one, I mean I would say I’m absolutely stunning and people would say the same. I have beautiful skin, a beautiful body, beautiful smile, and anything a guy could want. People would say Ima maneater but who cares and also here’s a Y/N tip.

Men are useless and is nothing but a piece of meat.

_____

As I’m walking I see him.

Gojo Satrou. CEO of Jujutsu Tech.

And one of the richest men in all of Tokyo. ^

Take it back, take it back

Everybody look at me, me

I walk in the door you start screaming

Come on, everybody what you here for?

He walks into this cafe by himself so no one to interfere. Perfect! Y/N tip #2.

Always go up to a guy who has no one with him so no one can cockblock.

God those glasses look great on him.

“Hello I just wanted to say your eyes are absolutely beautiful.” He said coming up to me. Oh wow a guy never came up to me before. “Thank you, your eyes are also very pretty.”

He offered to let me sit down at his table. We had a conversation. He paid for my meal.

We were about to walk out. “Can I get your number beautiful?” You looked at him. “I don’t even know your name playboy.”

I did but he doesn’t know that. “It’s Gojo. And what’s yours?”

I pretend to look confused. “Your name sounds sooooo familiar.” I took a pause. “You’re the CEO of Jujustu Tech. I use your electric batteries for my vibrator! It last for like forever!” He just looked down shyly. Y/N tip #3.

Use sex to get what you want. Pussy is power.

“Yea that’s cool but what’s your name beautiful?”

“I’ll tell you on our date playboy.” I gave him my number and left.

Move your body around like a nympho

Everybody get your neck to crack around

All you crazy people, come on, jump around

I wanna see you all on your knees, knees

After a few dates with Gojo or should I say Satoru I got him wrapped my freshly manicured finger. He paid for them. Now I’m with my friend Ami. My little hacker. She basically just gives me info about the guys I date. Then when the time is right she hacks their accounts and sends their money to our bank accounts.

“You scored Satoru Gojo!”

“Yea who do you think paid for these 70 dollar nails.” I said showing her my nails. “Oh my god! We’re gonna be rich!” She says walking around her apartment while clapping.

You either wanna be with me or be me (come on, now)

Maneater, make you work hard

Make you spend hard, make you want all of her love

She's a maneater, make you buy cars

Gojo invited me to this gala or whatever the fuck it’s called. We walked in and some people gave me dirty looks. They obviously know who I am. Which is not a good thing. Some people called Gojo over. “Hey I’ll be right back pretty.” He gave me a peck on the lips and I went to the bathroom to call Ami.

Gojo went over to his friends. Suguru Geto and Nanami Kento.

“Why are you with her?” Nanami asked.

“What? Y/N? What’s wrong with her? Did she reject you Mimi?” He said with a baby voice teasing his friend.

“She’s a maneater make you buy cars and cut cards.” Geto responded.

Then Gojo remembered that he bought you a porsche in your favorite color two weeks ago.

**Flashback**

“Surprise!” He uncovered my eyes and I saw a porsche. “Oh my god!” I quickly ran to the car as fast as I can in heels.

He smiled when you screamed in delight when you saw the inside.

He saw you run towards him almost tripping and you jumped on him.

“So I take it that you like it?”

“I love it Satoru! And I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Poor baby

Make you cut cards, make you fall real hard in love

She's a maneater, make you work hard

Make you spend hard, make you want all of her love

She's a maneater, make you buy cars

Satoru has been working nonstop just so he can make you happy. After the porsche purchase his bank went crazy on him saying he needs to stop making big purchases. So they deactivated his card.

Assholes.

_____

Here he was cutting his card that he only made big purchases on. He was in office and then you walked in with a plate of food.

“Toru what’s wrong?” You said sitting on his lap. “My bank deactivated my card because I bought you that porsche.”

This can not happen again.

Make you cut cards, wish you never ever met her at all

And when she walks, she walks with passion

When she talks, she talks like she can handle it

When she asks for something, boy, she means it

Even if you never ever see it

“A what bag.” He asked me. I wanted a birkin bag but he didn’t know what it was.

“A birkin bag. It’s like a really rare bag and there’s only 200 in the whole world.”

“As much as I want to you know my bank doesn’t want me making big purchases anymore. They’re still mad at me for your car and it was a month ago.”

You begged and begged.

But he still said no.

_____

“I felt bad so I got you your bag.”

He gave me the bag and it was exactly what I wanted. “Ahh! Thank you Gojo! But I feel bad.”

“Don’t feel bad darling.”

Everybody get your neck to crack around

All you crazy people come on, jump around

You doing anything to keep her by your side

Because she says she love you, love you long time (come on, now)

After nine months of Satoru and I together. He still doesn’t listen to what people are telling him. Saying that I’m not good news and he should run while he can.

But he doesn’t care.

You love him and he loves you.

Maneater, make you work hard

Make you spend hard, make you want all of her love

She's a maneater, make you buy cars

Make you cut cards, make you fall real hard in love

He was at a party and you went out with your friends and people are still trying to warn him.

“You know Haruto?” Gojo nodded. “Yea all his money mysteriously disappeared.”

“Well guess who was his last lover.”

She's a maneater, make you work hard

Make you spend hard, make you want all of her love

She's a maneater, make you buy cars

Make you cut cards, wish you never ever met her at all

Gojo was now thinking. Were you really the reason that the richest man in Tokyo got bankrupted? There’s no way. You wouldn’t do something like that. He will just ask you when you get home.

Come on now

Maneater, make you work hard

Make you spend hard, make you want all of her love

She's a maneater, make you buy cars

“Hey Y/N?” You look up. “Yes Toru?”

“Are you what they call the maneater?”

How the fuck did he find that out?!

Make you cut cards, make you fall real hard in love

She's a maneater, make you work hard

Make you spend hard, make you want all of her love

She's a maneater, make you buy cars

Ok Y/N be cool. Y/N tip #4.

Never let anyone think they got you.

“What makes you say that?”

He just scoffed. “The bags, cars, nails, phones. What’s all that about?”

“So it’s my fault you bought all that stuff?!”

“Yea it is!”

I just looked at him shocked. And left.

He was right of course but it still hurt.

Make you cut cards, wish you never ever met her at all

No, never ever met her at all (what you sayin', girl?)

You wish you never ever met her at all (what you sayin', girl?)

After your falling out with Gojo. He started to notice that his money was slowly decreasing.

Shouldn’t have fucked with the maneater.

You wish you never ever met her at all (come on)

You wish you never ever met her at all

“You are dirty!” Ami exclaimed. “You are mad at him because he figured you out. And you want me to take 500,000 each week?!”

“Yes. I don’t care if it’s unethical, plus we get 250,000 each week.” I smiled.

“He wished never ever met me.”

You wish you never ever met her at all

She's a maneater

A maneater

(I've been around the world, I ain't never seen a girl like this)

Gojo was working extra hard to pay off the money he lost. His bank has no idea on how to stop it and he doesn’t want a loan because what if he doesn’t have enough money to pay off.

He wants to earn it all by himself.

He has no idea who or what is causing this.

She's a maneater

A maneater

(I've been around the world, I ain't never seen a girl like this)

She's a maneater

It’s all gone. All his money is gone. He no longer has his playboy lifestyle. He still has enough money for an apartment and three bedroom apartment. 1,500 a month it’s doable.

He’s sitting in his living room then he sees you on the news. You are Takamis new girlfriend. Then he realized.

They were right.

You were the maneater.

A maneater

(I've been around the world, I ain't never seen a girl like this)

An: YALL THIS SHIT RIGHT HERE I was supposed to post in like july early august but saw Barbie (10/10) and Oppenheimer also (10/10) went on a trip then went back to school then I got sick so apologies 🤧 but until I post again my lovers 🤍 *hint: John b x reader*

#Spotify #my lovers on top #jjk gojo #gojo satoru x reader #maneater #y/n ate i fear

14 notes · View notes