#my parents were SO MAD when i told them over the phone | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

ktgoodmorning · 1 month

Text

It always gets ugly

Alexia Putellas x reader

Part 2 to Your opinion of me won’t change right?

Find part 1 here

Masterlist

Very much didn’t expect to get this done so soon but wanted to get it out before I go back to school on Monday. Written on my phone during a road trip so might be a little rough. Hope you like the ending though, I finally managed to keep something a more reasonable length.

Very much appreciate any feedback and requests but no promises they get done.

You couldn’t possibly continue hiding your home life from your girlfriend. Here she was, holding your hands, basically begging you to open up to her. “Baby talk to me. Please,” you looked into Alexia’s eyes as she pleaded with you. You took a deep breath, internally preparing yourself for the conversation ahead of you.

“Ale, my family’s not like yours. Not at all,” her eyebrows furrowed in confusion, but remained silent. “My family rarely gets along and when we do it doesn’t last. We don’t lean on each other when things get rough, we tear each other apart, and we judge each other, and yell, and it’s not pretty, Alexia.”

The Catalan woman nodded slowly, trying her best to understand your words. A look of confusion was still plastered across her face, “but…. that was your mother,” she spoke slowly, trying her best to understand. “Why were you so…” your girlfriend paused, searching for the word she wanted, “upset?”

You sighed as tears welled up in your eyes. To you, her questioning was coming across as judgement. Of course she would. Alexia would never treat her mom the way she just saw you on the phone. You wanted to explain yourself away but you doubted she’d be able to understand. “I just don’t have the patience for it anymore,” your voice was almost a whisper as if it’d quiet the guilt you felt. “They’ve treated me so badly for my entire life, I don’t have the energy to just sit and take it anymore. They want to manipulate me, and control my entire life and when I don’t let them they get really mean. I get to a point where I have to defend myself, even if it gets ugly.” You paused for a minute, thinking. “It always gets ugly,” you voice cracked as you decided you needed to stop talking before you started to break down again.

“What did they say on the phone?” Your girlfriends usual straight face was still full of confusion. Trying not to push you too hard but still trying to understand.

You squeezed your eyes shut, hoping you could’ve kept her in the dark about your parents’ disapproval of your relationship. “Well I told them how I’m staying here,” you took a deep breath. “They didn’t think that was a good idea. They said I was prioritizing you over them.” You trailed off, hoping their words wouldn’t cut into your girlfriend as deeply as they had you.

You finally looked up, trying to read Alexia’s reaction. You felt how she squeezed your hand in reassurance. Her face didn’t look angry. It looked… neutral? Calm. Maybe sad? “Amor, why didn’t you ever tell me? I never knew it was that bad,” her voice was calm, always comforting you as she reached up to push a piece of your hair behind your ear. Her hand then settled on the side of your face, stroking your cheek with her thumb when you leaned into it. It was then that you realized she wasn’t mad at you. Her heart broke knowing how hurt you had been by the people who were supposed to love you most.

Because of your girlfriend’s constant comfort, you were more willing to talk, “Ale how could I? Your family is perfect. You love each other and support each other. How could I show you how mine really is?” You watched her face as the realization of your words sunk in. It was now that she understood why you were always more than willing to go see her mom or sister with her but hesitant to call your own. “I didn’t ever want you to see the way mine treats each other when yours would never imagine acting that way.” The blonde looked at you with her eyes full of sympathy, finally understanding much more about you.

Her hand continued along your face as she responded, “baby, you didn’t need to hide that from me, it’s not your fault that they-“

“Ale, it’s not just that,” you cut her off, feeling the need to explain yourself further. You sighed heavily as she waited for you to continue. “I also wanted to protect you from them. They’re not all that supportive of our relationship, or anything I do in Spain, really. I didn’t want you to have to see that from them.”

Alexia pulled you into a hug against her side, “you don’t need to protect me. I can handle it. It doesn’t matter to me what they say about me, all that matters to me is you. If they’re hurting you, I want to be there to help you. I want to support you in the ways they don’t.” The captain spoke with so much conviction, it was clear how serious she was about her words.

You held onto her, reciprocating the hug, finally starting to believe her. “I think sometimes that’s why I like spending time with your family so much- it feels like I finally get to experience a normal family. Mine’s just… a lot.” You trailed off slightly as she rubbed your back, still holding you.

“Amor, my family will always welcome you. Mami loves you probably more than she does Alba,” she laughed as she pulled you away so she could see your face. You cracked a small smile at your girlfriend’s rare attempt at a joke. “I want to know you. All of you. Even the parts you don’t like.”

“Well I don’t even know where to start, Ale. We’re kinda a mess,” you chucked lightly, trying to lighten up the situation further now that you had calmed down.

“You don't have to tell me everything all at once, all right now. I just want you to be open with me about it all, okay? Alexia looked at you with love in her eyes. Her face was pleading with you, willing you to say yes.

You responded with a nod, pulling her into you again. “Gracias, Ale. Te amo. Te amo mucho. No sabes cuanto te aprecio.” You almost had to hold back tears once again, but this time tears of happiness. Happiness from the life you had built in Barcelona, with Alexia by your side. She was all you needed. You knew that with her, you’d be able to face anyone, even your own family.

Your girlfriend squeezed you tighter than either of you knew she was capable of. She was in awe of you, especially after the way you’d just responded in Spanish, knowing how much you’d been practicing. She was in awe of you and your strength to handle the people who had hurt you the most in your life. In awe of how you had faced it alone most of your life and in awe of how you now were willing to let her in.

Neither of you could speak as you were so lost in thoughts of admiration for each other and the bond you held together. All you could do was silently remain securely in each other’s arms, unable to put your love for each other into words

Masterlist

#barca femeni #barcelona femeni #woso imagines #fcb femini #woso one shot #woso #espwnt #espwnt x reader #woso x reader #woso imagine #alexia putellas x reader #alexia putellas imagine #alexia putellas #alexia x reader #woso fanfics #woso soccer #wosoreading24/7 #wosoreadingalexia

487 notes · View notes

suguru-getos · 3 months

Note

So. Do you have any hcs for yandere gojo with a non-sorcerer darling? My own personal one would that he's much more protective. I'd also imagine they liked him for him instead of because he's the "strongest", and he found it incredibly endearing. They may or may not be a secret childhood friend or an English teacher at the school who only knows it's a "special" school or something.

ahh i have so many actually, i really live for the power dynamics and the sheer power difference between satoru x non-sorcerer reader

yandere gojo x non-sorcerer reader hcs:

warnings: mentions of abuse, yandere-behavior, mentions of blood, manipulation.

it really drives him mad, whenever you don’t understand what’s the issue. the issue is simply, satoru loving you whole heartedly snd wanting to be there for you!! only you don’t understand. 🤦🏻 what can he do to ensure that — not give you any space at all. sometimes you feel like his choking presence takes your breath away.

whenever you leave for work, he would be texting you things like, “lunch princess?” you haven’t even agreed to be his princess/someone he can call his significant other; that doesn’t stop satoru though. years and years of being worshipped has altered his brain chemistry into thinking that whatever he wants he gets.

he will force you into going on lunches with him everyday. he has too much money and would rather burn it away — as he says, instead, he’s taking you to lunches and dinners. once, you sternly denied that because you had to leave with a colleague of yours. you don’t need a reminder of how badly that ended. he explains how his technique, ao (blue) sucks things, so basically him using that on the guy contracted his veins to the point of rupture but hey!! he is so nice, the dude wouldn’t die. <3 so don’t do it again, yeah?

there are times when you’ve blocked his number because he can be too pesky, then he just visits your mum. video calls you from her phone and pouts like a manchild. he gets what he wants, just not by hurting you. though you often wonder how long till he loses his mind.

one of the days he did, when you snapped at him finally after he waited hours in front of your office because he wanted to eat ‘sushi’ with you. you told him to piss off & you’d rather die than belong to him. he says he is sorry- really sorry for what happened, for the bruises on your neck because of his chokingly nauseating grip that your feet were off the ground. he even cries, kneeling at your feet. “please baby- please don’t be scaref of me please i’d never do it again i- i don’t know what came over me.. i just- just wanted you to shut up! that’s all- because you were hurting me- i was- i just love you please..”

satoru does make false promises mostly, because you have noticed when you piss him off, there are consequences. it’s simple — if you don’t want to have lunch and dinner with him, you don’t get to eat at all. and if you really don’t love the extensive freedom you have? you get kidnapped. and owned, and caged.

you can throw things around, you can do whatever you want in the huge gojo estate, but you can kiss your job goodbye. it wouldn’t stand shit in front of the fortune he possesses anyways.

forced marriage later 👋 that way you can’t really escape from him ever. because he now is the official son in law of your parents, and oh so close to your family… he does love them, just like he loves you. just don’t test it, kay?

#gojo satoru #yandere gojo #yandere jjk #yandere jujutsu kaisen #yandere jjk hcs #gojo satoru hcs #gojo hcs #gojo x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk imagines #jjk x you #gojo imagines #jjk hcs #jujutsu kaisen hcs

411 notes · View notes

sunflower-lilac42 · 5 months

Text

✧ 𝐔𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐅𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | the hughes brothers ♔

summary: the hughes brothers are made aware of everything they’ve missed in their little sister’s career and everything she hasn’t in theirs.

warnings: feelings of being unwanted, siblings missing important things

notes: part two of 'unwanted feelings'. this takes place at the end of the 25-26 season/she’s one year younger than Luke. i love this so much! i'm so glad you guys have been liking my fics especially my hockey ones. i have had so much motivation and i'm excited for break so i can write more.

part one (unwanted feelings) | nhl masterlist | main masterlist

This is where she drew the line. It sucked, it really did. She thought they weren’t even going to make it. It was her college graduation and her parents had broken the news of the possibility of the three not being there, scheduling conflict so there was nothing they could do.

It was the playoffs and both the Devils and Canucks were contenders with a good chance of making it. She knew this from the beginning of April. But now that it wa sso close to graduation, she knew there was a chance they weren’t going to make it. And if they did, there was a chance they’d have to leave right after the ceremony.

All of her life she’s always said to herself that it was okay and that it wasn’t their fault. And she knew they had no control over which days they played and whether or not they won or lost, it was a team. But deep down, she wanted to blame them. She wanted to blame them for being good at hockey, she wanted to blame them for being first round picks, she wanted to blame them for being apart of good teams, she wanted to blame them for everything. Yet, that wasn’t who she was.

She pushed all of those thoughts aside because they were her brothers. She wanted them to have everything they wanted. She couldn’t possibly be mad at them, but right now, she was fuming.

She stood with her friends waiting to walk out into Michigan Stadium for her last time. She was a nervous ball of energy and she couldn’t help but look at her phone constantly to see the text from their parents to say they made it.

Walking out into the stadium in her graduation gown and cap, y/n’s nervousness didn’t ease. What if she tripped? What if she messed up her speech? What if she made a complete and utter fool of herself? What if they weren’t here?

She sat on the stage they had made waiting to say her speech and she looked out into the audience, not really listening to the words that the president said. Her watch buzzed and she tried to be discreet about reading it, ‘They just got here.’

She scanned the crowd seeing he rmothers words even though she knew that the possibility of her seeing them was slim to none. She continued to wait impatiently and before she knew it she was standing up and making her way over to the podium.

In the stadium seats, Jack sat next to his mom and leaned over, “I didn’t know she was giving a speech.”

Ellen shrugged and said something with an underlying meaning, “Maybe if you were around a bit more you’d know more things.” Jack furrowed his eyebrows and pulled back from her, he tried to think of some reason on why she would say that but came up empty.

Ellen knew y/n’s speech inside and out and she knew what was coming. Her daughter amde her sit on the phone with her as she read it and revised it for almost a month straight. She could give the speech herself at this point. She watched her daughter play with her fingers nervously before setting them on the podium and flipping through her notecards that she told her that she didn’t need but she didn’t listen anyways, making sure that if she forgot it she had them.

“From a young age, I had always been labeled the outcast. It started out as a joke in my family and eventually more and more people recognized it. Hockey was a big deal in my family from my parents to my older brothers but ran out when it got to me. I have no talent on the ice, I always slept and fell, causing me to be somewhat scared of it.

“That’s where the label came from. ‘How could such a talented, atheltic family include you in it?’ My mom and dad always told me differently. I was talented, just on the field in a non athletic way instead of the ice. I found my home in the band room where all the other outcast and loners fit in. It wasn’t always a big deal for me.

“I spent most days of my life in a hockey arena. The blue and red lines engraved into my mine that I couldn’t forget them even if I tried. I sat next to my mom as I watched my brothers score goals, get assists, get checked into the boards that I wasn’t phased when it happened anymore. I was always there for them.

“I was there for the big moments; when Quinn got drafted to Vancouver, when Jack and Luke got drafted to New Jersey. I was there for each of their debuts, when Quinn and Jack played each other for the first time. I was there for the smaller achievements; the games no one else cared about when they were 12, 10, and 8. When they got a medal for participation, when they got a trophy for their team winning in a peewee hockey league.

“I don’t remember the games I went to, I remember the games I didn’t go to. The ones where Jack fell on the ice, the one where Luke got shoved into the boards and Jack had some- choice words we can say, Quinn’s first game as captain, Quinn’s first win as captain.” Y/n had to stop herself from crying before she moved on.

“The one where the three made history of all three playing each other and I had a panic attack because I was worried that they would be mad at me because I wasn’t there so they spent two hours on the phone with me to calm me down. Those are what I remember.”

Ellen eyed her sons to see both sad and happy expressions on their faces. She knew these next words were going to tear them down.

“But what I also remember are the concerts that they never went to because they had just gotten home from practice or from a game and they were too tired. I didn’t mind, the concerts weren’t as important to me as they were. I moved on. I remember the football games that they didn’t go to because it was friday night and they would rather be somewhere else than watching their little sister play in a high school marching band at a high school football game. I moved on, who cares about high school football anyways.

“I remember my senior night that they weren’t there because they were at school or in the NHL and they had better and bigger things to do. I moved on because their careers were more important. I remember my last concert in high school that they weren’t because of the same reasons. I moved on like I always do.

“When I got to University of Michigan, it was a different story. I met my best friend, y/f/n and I realized that no matter everyone who missed these things there was always somebody there that I cared about there. My parents were at every concert they could be at. My parents were at every football game, at every showcase, at every talent show I was in.

“Y/f/n was there for my college concerts, though I don’t know if she was really there for me or for her boyfriend but I still count it.” This elicits laughs from the crowd and y/n could hear her best friend laughing even from where she stood, “She was there at the football games with a custom jersey with ‘Hughes’ on the back, my name under it so everyone knew that it was me she was cheering for, and my favorite number on it.

“She was there to listen to me complained about being out of tune everyday and hating the way I played during a class. She was there when I had practice claiming that she had no one to hang out with and that she didn’t mind sitting in a room for hours listening to me mess up time and time again. She was there for everything.

“University of Michigan is where I found my home, where I found the true meaning of friendship, where I wasn’t just some outcast of my family just because I couldn’t skate on ice. University of Michigan taught me how to love myself for being different, albeit my parents helped in that too. University of Michigan is where I made the friends that I know will be there for me through anything and everything. This college is where I found my place. And I will forever be grateful for it.

“This was a story I hadn’t told anyone in my life. I didn’t want anyone to get any hate from it because I loved, and still do love them. It wasn’t their fault tehy had a game, it wasn’t their fault they had practice, it wasn’t their fault they were good at hockey, it wasn’t there fault they got drafted. They were simply being them and I was simply being me. A girl who loved her family despite everything. And I am still that little girl.

“But deep down is the girl who got crushed everytime she looked up into the audience or the stands and didn’t see those three faces looking back at me. But it’s okay, I moved on. I moved on to become what I am today, and I couldn’t be more grateful for those moments.” She didn’t want to end the speech on a sad note, but she couldn’t think of anything else to say.

Yet, in the back of her mind there was something nagging at her to say more, so she did.

“I’m not someone who likes quotes, but I have to admit I didn’t know how to write this speech. I turned to google for my help and they said to put a quote in here. I think some quotes, mostly the famous ones, are overused and cringy. But my favorite hockey, besides my mom, is Wayne Gretzky. And no, this isn’t the famous ‘You miss 100% of the shots you don’t take’. This is a quote that I had found when trying to write this speech, one where I wouldn’t have done this if it wasn’t for him saying it.

“Wayne Gretzky, one of the greatest, if not the greatest, hockey players to ever live, once said, ‘Procrastination is one of the most common and deadliest of diseases and its toll on success and happiness is heavy’. And it’s true, telling this story right here, right now has lifted a weight off my chest I didn’t even know I had. I want to say one last thank you to the University of Michigan for these psat four years and giving me a load of new friends.”

Y/n waved her hand as she finished and walked back to her seat listening to the applause and light cheers from the crowd with a smile on her face.

Jim and Ellen eyed them throughout the speech but when they took this last glance at them they saw the three of them with tears either falling or still in their eyes. The boys truly didn’t mean to make their sister feel like this, they didn’t want their sister to feel like this. And this was entirely their fault.

✧༺✎༻∞

When the ceremony finished, the graduates exited and so did everyone else. Parents and families running about trying to find their kids. Y/n stood with her friends and took pictures with them, taking pictures of them with their family when asked to. She didn’t mind waiting for anyone and in reality, she wasn’t ready to face her brothers just yet.

It took 20 minutes to find her. Getting out of Michigan stadium wasn’t easy any time they were in there and this was no exception. Y/n was standing by her best friend when they found her. They were laughing and talking about something completely random when Jack came up and hugged her.

She jumped in surprise when she felt the boy hug her, turning around and hugging him back, “Hey Jack. Nice job last night.”

Y/n held a smile on her face but when Jack pulled back and she saw the tears not only in his eyes but her other brothers as well, it dropped. She turned to y/b/f and waved her off with a nod of reassurance and she walked away.

“What’s wrong?” Ellen and Jim stepped away to give their children some space as they talked.

“We’re sorry.” Quinn spoke, stepping in front of his two brothers.

“For what?” Y/n was genuinely confused. When she wrote that speech she never really thought about how her brothers would feel.

“What do you mean ‘for what’?” Jack asked in his all too familiar sassy tone.

“Jack. What we mean is that we’re sorry for everything that we have done, or well didn’t do. We’re sorry we didn’t go to your concert, or games, ro your senior night. We don’t really have an excuse.”

“It’s okay you guys, it doesn’t bother me anymore. I’m just glad you were able to make it today.”

“It might not bother you, but it bothers us y/n/n. We’ve missed so many of your achievements and we didn’t even think about how it impacted you.”

“Guys, I promise you it’s okay. Now if you missed my graduation, there would’ve been some hands thrown.”

The three let out laughs, tears still somewhat in their eyes and the thoughts still eating them up. They didn’t biy her words but for this moment, they didn’t wnat to bring it up. It was supposed to be a happy day and right now y/n seemed happy, she was happy, and they didn’t want to ruin it.

Seeing the four of them give each other hugs, their parents walked back over to give their daughter hugs as well. They took pictures much like every other graduate and their family here. They went out to dinner at y/n’s favorite restaurant and talkd about random nonesense.

These feelings that y/n had harbored for years were finally uncovered and she couldn’t be more happier and prouder than herself for doing it.

𝑻𝑨𝑮𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑻 ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

if your name is crossed out it means i couldn't tag you

@jasminecaskry85 | @lilyevanswhore

541 notes · View notes

hecateslore · 17 days

Note

I feel like papa Simon is the type of father to raise his in a way that’s just wholesome.

Like, instead of thinking “shit, my dad’s gonna kill me” when a problem arises, to “I need to call my dad” knowing that Simon will be there for them no matter what.

Just that wholesome level of trust, knowing that he might be disappointed with some of their actions but never mad at them. He doesn’t want to be seen as an angry parent or something. Brain ran out juice.

(Awkwardly asks you if you could write something like this (•̆ꈊ•̆ ) )

one thing about the rileys they're gonna call simon and he's gonna pull up but please don't be shocked when he's annoyed.

"Aw shit." Nova mumbles, she sits in the driver seat, her middle brother in the passenger while her youngest brother sits in the back shaking his head in disappointment. "I told you this was a bad idea." Jude scolds, "what's happening?" Oliver leans over to look at the dashboard. "I don't know." She mumbles, turning the car off then starting it again.

"God we're gonna be in so much trouble," Jude frets, scratching his head. "I'll just call dad." NovaLynn sighs, "Don't do that!" Oliver yells, reaching for her phone, "Maybe we ran out of gas, we can just walk to the station." He tries. "I'm not walking that far, Plus, no gas can." She explains while snatching the phone back. Unlocking it quickly searching for her Dad's contact.

Jude let's out a big sigh, "I don't know why I listened to you two. All we do is get in trouble." He looks out the window, shaking his head again. "It's fine, we're fine." Nova chuckles, holding the phone to her ear.

You and Simon were sitting in a restaurant, waiting for your dinner to come. But it's interrupted by Simon's phone ringing extremely loud, making every one turn and look at you two. "Hello?" He answers the phone confused, not expecting to hear his daughters voice on the other line. "The car broke down." She says, "It's Me, Judy and olive in the car, on third street."

"Why are you guys out?" He says quietly into the phone, "Cause I thought it would be a good idea to go get snacks."

Simon rolls his eyes then stands up, signaling for you to get up to, "What now?" You whine, throwing the cloth napkin on the table. "The kids," Simon points to his phone, your eyes go wide with worry.

"Talk to your mom," Simon hands you the phone, "Are you guys okay?" You freak out quietly, waiting for Simon to finish paying for the meals you didn't get to enjoy. "Car broke down." Nova shrugs on the other line, "I told her we shouldn't have done this." You hear Jude's voice in the background. "Mom, tell dad to not yell at us." Oliver says.

When you get to the kids you can see them sitting in the car, what looks like arguing. Simon pulls up behind them turning his hazard lights on. You both get out, and then see Nova get out of the Drivers seat. "I think its dead," She yells over the cars passing by, "I think you're gonna be dead, move." Simon says, moving her towards you.

He gets in the car the boys are still in there, "Be quiet." Simon says, and Jude's mouth shuts before he says anything. Simon sits in the drivers seat, cursing when he has to adjust the seat for his legs, Oliver and Jude looking out the window trying their hardest to not laugh at their father struggling.

Once he figures the car is in fact dead, he lets out a big sigh and gets out, "Call the insurance, we need to tow it back home." He rubs his eyebrows, "It's dead?" Nova worry's, "What do you think?" Simon stands with his hands on his hips.

On the drive home its quiet, The boys looking out the window with NovaLynn between them. Smoke coming out of his ears while he drives in silence. When you all get home the boys get sent to their room while Nova, you and Simon are in the kitchen.

"Did you leave any lights on?" You ask, doing the talking instead of a seething Simon. She shakes her head no, You let out a sigh, "Go upstairs." You pat her shoulder. You watched her walk up the stair sadly like she just hit a family of five with said automobile.

Simon let's out a even bigger sigh, groaning after. "I don't understand," He shrugs, "Where do they get these stupid ideas?" He stands to his full height, letting out a whine when he realizes he's got two more waiting to drive. "At least they're safe and the called us." You try to assure him, Simon shakes his head and makes his way to the living room. Leaving you in the kitchen alone.

"I know where they get the ideas." You mumble to yourself while opening the box of food.

#lunden’s response ❀—#papa!simon #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #simon ghost x reader #simon riley x you #ghost cod #ghost headcanons #ghost x reader #ghost x you #simon riley cod #simon riley

240 notes · View notes

cutielando · 5 months

Text

let me help you ~ rafe cameron

my masterlist

You knew Rafe had a problem with drugs. Everyone knew he had a problem except for Rafe himself.

Or maybe he knew and just didn't want to do anything about it. One of the 2.

All that you knew was that you couldn't deal watching him destroy his health anymore. He needed help, and you were going to make sure he was going to get it.

"Babe?" you called out as you entered the Cameron mansion.

Everything was silent and there was nobody around the downstairs area.

"Rafe!" you called out again, slowly going up the stairs.

Once you arrived upstairs, you saw Rafe coming out of his father's office clutching a watch in his hand.

"Y/N? What are you doing here?" he asked, sniffling and trying to hide the watch from you.

"We had plans, but you weren't answering your phone" you trailed off, your heart breaking when you took in his figure. "Babe, what's going on?"

"Nothing, everything's fine" he came closer to you and took your face in his hands, planting a quick peck on your lips and a longer kiss on your forehead.

"I know when you're lying, Rafe. Please don't shut me out" you whispered, closing your eyes.

You couldn't bear to look at him.

"You're going to be mad at me" he mumbled, looking anywhere but your eyes now.

"I'm not. Just please tell me what's going on. I hate seeing you like this" you reached up and ran your hands through his hair, knowing it would calm him down.

"I owe Barry some money"

The words were so soft but held so much. You closed your eyes, knowing that whenever he mentioned Barry, it was dangerous.

"Rafe, we talked about this. You said you were going to stop" you whispered, trying to keep your voice calm.

You knew you weren't going to fix anything by yelling at him, he was never good with screaming.

"I know, and I did. Baby, I swear to you, I did. Sarah and her little Pogue boyfriend stole 25K from his house the other day and he told me that I had to pay for it or he would hurt you. Baby, I've been clean for 6 months, I swear to you. You have to believe me, baby. I swear to God" tears were now streaming down his cheeks, his hands shaking and sobs racking through his body.

You pulled him into a big hug, holding him as he struggled to calm down.

"Shh, it's okay, you're okay, baby. Everything's going to be okay, I'm here" you whispered in his ear while running your hands down his back.

He nodded against your shoulder, burying his head further into the crook of your neck.

You held him close for a couple of minutes before his sobs turned into sniffles and his tears stopped falling.

"I don't know where I'll get the money, baby. My dad cut me off and is this close to kicking me out, I figured I would sell one of his watches but I know how angry he'll be once he finds out. I don't know what to do, baby. Sarah's the one involving me in shit and then she just doesn't care about me"

"Hey, look at me" you took his face in your hands, making him look at you. "We're going to go home and explain the situation to my parents. I'm sure they'll be more than happy to help you. You're going to work to pay them back once we find you a job and everything is going to be okay. Sound good?"

He nodded, his eyes holding so much love for you and your family.

Your parents knew about his problems and they never once judged him for it. They understood what kind of environment he grew up in, how much neglect he suffered from Ward and did everything they could to fill the void his parents left. They made him feel loved and safe, helped him get through rehab and maintain his sobriety.

They were the parents he never had but desperately needed.

The drive to your house was short, you lived relatively close to the Cameron's. When you stopped the car, Rafe hesitated opening the door.

"What's wrong?" you asked, reaching over and laying your hand over his.

"I'm embarrassed. I don't want to disappoint your parents, ever, and here I am getting involved in shit like this"

"Hey, you have nothing to be embarrassed about. This is not your fault, it's Sarah's. We'll explain everything and then we'll see what we can do about it, does that sound okay?"

He nodded and managed to crack a small smile, unconvincing but still there.

♡♡♡♡♡

"Of course we'll help you, Rafe. Believe me, I understand all about younger siblings and their problems, they're not easy to deal with" your father said, patting Rafe on the back.

You had caught both of your parents at home and explained the whole situation to them. Rafe mainly kept his head down because he couldn't look them in the eyes, but they didn't even judge him for a second.

"I'm so sorry for doing this, Mr. Y/L/N, I wouldn't do it if I didn't think my life depended on it. This guy is serious and he is really dangerous, I'm afraid he might hurt someone if I don't pay him the money my sister stole" Rafe rushed to say, looking between your mother and father.

"Rafe, honey, it's okay. We understand and we aren't judging you. We'll help you in any way we can, you're part of our family and we take care of each other" your mother told him, standing up and hugging your boyfriend.

Rafe wrapped his arms around your mother tightly, savoring the motherly touch and love radiating off of her.

Your heart melted at the sight, knowing how much your mother meant to Rafe.

♡♡♡♡♡

"How did it go?" you asked Rafe as soon as he walked into your house.

He had decided to go to Barry's alone because he wanted to make sure you were safe and sound somewhere he couldn't hurt you.

"I'm free" his smile was so large you thought it was going to rip his face in half.

You squealed and jumped into his arms, wrapping your legs around his waist.

He let out a big breath and laughed breathlessly, not believing the words he just spoke. He never thought he would be free of Barry, free of the drugs he supplied him, but you changed everything for him.

"Thank you" he said, pulling away just enough to see your face.

"You have nothing to thank me for. I love you and I wasn't about to let you suffer alone" you grabbed his cheeks with both your hands.

"I love you too" he leaned in and captured your lips with his.

And as you were standing in the middle of the living room in each other's arms, you knew there was nothing you couldn't do.

As long as you had each other, you could conquer the world.

comments and re-blogs help us grow!

much appreciated!!

JOIN MY TAG LIST HERE

REQUEST HERE

♡♡♡♡♡

Tag list: @outerudeth @zayndrider @rafedrewandjjs @dardouni @carolinaxvz @sunflowerskenz @ijustwanttoreadlols @hiireadstuff @luvdella @books0fever @spideysimpossiblegirl @sya-skies @cokepewpsii @ellouisa17

356 notes · View notes

lowkeyrobin · 30 days

Note

Platonic Phoebe and Trevor x Gary Grooberson’s teen kid reader and adjusting to being stepsiblings?

OH MY GOD YES BRO RJSKDMSNSN ; I did my best pls bare w this 💀💀💀

SPENGLER SIBLINGS ; stepsiblings

summary ; youre Gary's kid and you have to adjust with two new stepsiblings

warnings ; language

disclaimers ; your mom is nonexistent/Gary adopted you. it's not a topic brought up at all I don't think but you can choose, ik some people don't like kid of ___ reader or ____ sibling reader so beware lol, takes place between afterlife and frozen empire so no spoilers for anyone who hasn't watched gbfe yet, reader can drive/is around Trevor's age

word count ; 675

masterlist

it's so awkward at first

especially since you've never had siblings before so it's like they're teenage roommates

like okay your parents are dating or whatever but like, ew?

except you're living with them, not the other way around

both gary and callie are trying to urge you to interact but it's just not happening

you're not really a ghostbuster either, you aren't smart in the sciences and aren't into the whole ghost thing anyways

you're more into traditional ghosts anyways, not the ones that show up in broad daylight and need to be trapped by proton barriers

it's very rough at first

you connect with phoebe first, as a once in a blue moon experience happened, she wanted to act like a normal 14yo and go get ice cream

Callie couldn't take her because she was busy helping trevor with work stuff and told her to ask you

she was like 🤨 and like... "okay?-"

she asks and you look at her like 🤨😊

you guys go get ice cream and she tells you all about the shit you pass on the way there and back home

you surprisingly end up bonding over the struggle of talking to others like normal people and being well reserved with little to no friends

then comes the bonding over a certain book you both liked

the whole car ride home is oasis on the radio and chatter about this book, and going the longest possible way home because you didn't want this bonding moment to end

you sat in the car after phoebe got out, just sitting in silence

you were kind of in awe yet saddened the moment had ended because you were bonding so well

after that she clearly sees you in a new light and looks to you for your wisdom and clear view of the world when she's wrapped in her own madness and needs untangled

you were the trusting older sibling she needed since trevor never really understood the proper being there for your sister thing

they're proper siblings and whatnot but it's not like they go to each other if it's not to shit talk people

you're like their mediator and therapist sibling

getting through to trevor was much harder

you ended up finding him a job and he was like 🤨😒 when you showed him

"oh- uhm, sorry. I was just trying to be nice" and you quickly scramble away

he's just confused cause like ??? you never talked, he didn't even know how you knew he was looking for a job

he comes into your room a couple hours later like "Hey sorry I acted all weird, thanks"

and that's it

bonding with him is so hard, and Gary and Callie are like "okay go fucking do something"

you're all (spengler-groobersons + podcast bc phoebe needed a friend her age) out at an amusement park, and these mfs ditched yall at the carousel next to the bathrooms

and they weren't picking up their phones

you were basically forced to interact now, which was much less awkward in an amusement park

you guys ride some rides and get some food as you frequently call your parents

you finally find them, phew

but you two obviously made a little friendship and had fun together

took a little longer to get used to each other but you're fine now

awkward teenager shit yk?

in general, the three of you now are super close

trevor is your hype man when it comes to talking to people or doing something out of your comfort zone

phoebe is your hype man when you talk to her about maybe wanting to be a ghostbuster / study ghosts

you're the driver for the three of you, callie doesn't trust Trevor with driving, considering how he was driving the ecto1 when he first got it usable again, and obviously, phoebe can't drive

after a few years you're basically just like normal siblings

you three have a sibling group chat and it's 90% you sending memes, Trevor sending random tik tok links and phoebe begging you two to stop blowing up her phone

spenglerson siblings 🔛🔝

#lowkeyrobin #ghostbusters frozen empire #ghostbusters afterlife #ghostbusters x reader #trevor spengler x reader #trevor spengler #spengler siblings #gn reader #gender neutral reader #they/them reader #phoebe spengler #phoebe spengler x reader

154 notes · View notes

unholyhelbig · 2 months

Note

oversight request if ur down! what if nat’s enemies captured ronnie? how would nat get her back? (i love seeing this darker side of nat… she’s hot asf when she’s mad 🥵) thx !!

Title: We Have Your Daughter [An Oversight Oneshot]

Ship: Female!Reader x Natasha Romanoff

Summary: When Veronica is taken from a friends house in the middle of the night, it's clear that reader and Natasha will stop at nothing to get her back and get revenge.

Warnings(PLEASE READ): Gun use, kidnapping, use of gags & zipties, broken glass, threating statements, knife use, strangling, and horrible grammar.

[a/n: This one wasn't my favorite thing I've ever done, but I was way too far to scrap it. I might take a small break from Oversight oneshots so I can clense my pallet a bit!]

Check out the full Oversight universe

The phone buzzed against the mahogany table on Natasha’s side of the bed. You were in a haze of sleep, something so cloying that it was hard to distinguish what the noise was. There were four monotone vibrations and then a silence so thick that you nearly drifted back into unconsciousness. But then, it started again, louder this time, it seemed, as the phone fell from the nightstand and to the carpeted floor.

An alien blue light filled the room and you groaned softly against the side of Natasha’s neck. You’d ended up laying fully on top of her; legs tangled. Your hands were under her, holding her as close as possible. The rhythm of her heart picked up when she stirred from her own sleep.

She blinked a few times before reaching blindly to the carpeted floor and retrieving the phone. It had stopped ringing again, but soon amped back up. The number was unknown, which formed a small marble of dread in the pit of your stomach.

Natasha sat up carefully and you shifted to the side to give her more mobility. Both of you shared a frowned look of confusion. It was three in the morning, and a stranger was calling. That was enough to arise panic in anyone, but with your profession, it seemed to echo further than most.

“Romanoff,” Her frown deepened, then. You couldn’t hear much, just the warbled and panicked voice of another. “Wait, slow down.”

She flipped back the duvet and stood up, flicking on the bedside lamp. You winced at the sudden brightness but tracked her frantic movements all the same. She was pacing. It often helped Natasha think. All trace of sleep had left you both.

“No, no. We’ll be right there. Thank you.”

When Natasha hung up and her eyes met yours, any hope of a peaceful existence had been sucked from the room. The words ‘I’m sorry’ seemed to be on the tip of her tongue. But she didn’t’ say it. Instead, she threw the cell phone on the end of the bed and moved her hands through her messy russet locks.

“Natasha,” you said, almost viciously. “What happened?”

“That was Luke. Someone broke into the house. We should… get dressed. We need to get dressed and get over there.”

Her words were broken, causing you to rise despite the wave of nausea that overtook you. Unsteady on your feet, you closed the distance between and grasped onto her shoulders as if to stabilize you both. Natasha’s eyes threatened to boil over with tears, they were red-rimmed and oh, so broken.

At thirteen years old, you both had deemed Ronnie mature enough to start having sleepovers with the other kids in her class. Of course, you’d meet with the parents first, and give them all the emergency contact information. Never tightening the reigns there.

But the Jones family were trusted more than most. Ronnie and their daughter Dani had been close since diapers. You’d spent days by the pool together and even took a family vacation with them to Niagara Falls this past summer, despite how ‘lame’ Jessica’s son deemed it when they dawned the yellow plastic ponchos.

“Is she hurt? I know we told Luke and Jess to call us first if something like this happens but if she’s hurt we really should get over there right away and get to the hospital. Call an ambulance maybe? God, please tell me she’s not hurt.”

Natasha’s hand cupped your cheek, and she peered into your eyes. There was sadness behind her stare that was incomprehensible. You couldn’t stop your thoughts from rushing at you in all different directions. Her touch quieted the noise, if not for a moment.

“She’s not hurt,” Natasha frowned, backtracked. “I don’t know if she’s hurt. She’s just… gone.”

The man said his name was Grant. He didn’t give a last name, and Veronica did not ask for one. Grant would do just fine. He looked like a Grant; his eyes were beady and black, his hair combed in various directions with a generous amount of gel. He was trying to look effortless and cool.

Veronica thought he looked like he was trying too hard. Of course, she didn’t say that, but the fact remained the same. The gag that had been nestled tightly against her mouth tasted stale, like the way a thrift store smelled. Maybe it was the carpet in the trunk of the car that lodged itself into her lungs.

She was calm and collected; prepared for something like this. As much as her mothers had poked and prodded and huffed and puffed when she suggested she start to learn basic things (like how to get out of zipties, or what to do if you were trapped in the trunk of a car), they had yielded.

Really, her aunt Lena had Yielded. While she still was discouraged from the heavy-hitting stuff, she did know how to break free of most contained spaces. She could also throw a mean punch if she put her entire body weight into it. But she had been sleeping when Grant shattered the window, and groggy when he hit her temple with the blunt end of his pistol.

The selfish part of Veronica knew that her mothers were scared right now, and reveled in it, for only a brief moment. She’d let out a grunt from being jostled when the car hit a particularly bad speedbump. Her teeth bite down harder on the gag, releasing a sordid taste that did not settle her stomach.

Even at the age of six, which Veronica remembers in bits and pieces, she knew that something wasn’t right with her mother. It wasn’t wrong, either, but it put her on edge and kept her voice trapped in her chest like a music box without a key.

You’d come home smelling metallic, sometimes like the salt of the earth itself. It was much less palatable than the sweet coffee that often graced your collar. She used to inhale the familiarity of it, but had stopped when you’d begin to get bruises and deep red gashes against your skin.

It was something that you’d try to hide from her, from Aunt Darcy, but in the deepest moments of your sleep, the fabric of your shirt would lift and expose the camouflage markings on your ribs or the crack of flesh on your back that Veronica was certain hadn’t been there before.

Then there was Mama.

Natasha. Natalia. Romanoff.

She’d heard every variation of the title. The name was spoken with a certain type of urgency in some, fondness from you, and fear from most. It wasn’t until Veronica was eight and paid more attention to those around her that she realized Natasha was the source of the un-well scent on you.

“Your moms whack people,” Dani had told her one day as they played up in her room. Veronica was meant to stay the night but there had been a heated and insignificant argument about who got to marry Malibu Barbie.

She’d whined back, “They do not,”

“They do too! I heard the other mommies at the playground talking about it. They whack people and it makes everyone else afraid of them and you.”

“You’re lying!”

Veronica had felt the tears prickling at her eyes. Not because Dani’s words were too much, they were just the right amount of hurt. Deep down, Veronica knew that something was fucked up about her family. And while they tried to shield her, it never stopped people from talking.

She would get looks from the parents of her schoolmates. Once that reeked of worry, and sometimes pity. It fed her anger, stoked the coal fire that burned within her. She shouldn’t be angry at her moms, she knew it was unfair. But as she clenched the barbie in her little fist, anger was the only thing she could truly feel.

“They don’t hit people!”

“That’s not what whacked means, dummy.” Dani seemed to catch her bearings, lower her voice to keep her own mother from hearing the accusations. “People that are near your family are never seen again. That’s what Cassie’s mom said. People that are near your family die.”

How could that be true? Things were so different here. There were different smells and Dani’s family didn’t eat around the table like hers did. The house was smaller and cozier. There were pictures on the wall that were black and white and worn with age. But there was love here, just like there was love in Veronica’s house.

A house with love couldn’t be a house where her mothers… whacked people.

Natasha held her with so much warmth at night. She read her two stories if Veronica asked and would get her a glass of water in the middle of the night. Sometimes, on the way home from school, they’d stop for ice cream even though you had cautioned against it.

Someone who let her get extra chocolate sprinkles was not a killer.

But the thought lodged itself in Veronica’s head and refused to leave. She was unnaturally quiet on the ride home, having called you to pick her up early from the wall phone. She held back tears and pressed the plastic close to her face until it was numb.

Natasha had cooked steak and mashed potatoes. Usually, it was Veronica’s favorite, but she watched as the pink runoff seeped into the white mush and quelled the nausea in her stomach by taking little sips of water.

She pretended not to notice the wary look her mothers gave each other, but it was impossible to ignore the way you cleared your throat, palming the wine glass to give your hands something to do. “Baby, is something bothering you?”

The dam broke. Veronica hated when you took that tone with her because it made her cry each time, made all of the hidden emotions bubble up until her cheeks were red and she was a sniveling mess.

This time, she blinked them back and looked between both you and Natasha. She clenched her fork in her little hand and drew in a breath. These were big emotions for such a small girl and she didn’t quite know how to swallow them.

“Why is everyone afraid of you?”

Your hand tightened on the glass you were holding, just loose enough to save it from shattering. Natasha had been mid-chew, her stare moving frantically to you before she swallowed and used her napkin to wipe the edge of her mouth.

“Sweetheart, did someone tell you that?”

Veronica seemed to tremble, shrinking into herself. She had gotten so verbal over these last few years, and this was a side that you refused to let her fall back into. You set the glass down and reached across the table. You covered her hand with yours, despite her refusal to unfurl it. It helped to ground her, had since she was little.

“Dani said that people are scared of you, and that they die around you. I called her a liar, a dirty liar, but she kept telling me it was true.” She looked up with tears in her eyes. “That’s not true, right?”

The silence seemed to answer her question, but she stared at both of you. She wanted to hear it. She wanted you to look under the bed and slay all of the monsters that were intent on grabbing her ankles and pulling her down. Natasha looked down at her plate, almost shy. You gave her hand a squeeze.

“Baby, it’s complicated.” You started, her wild eyes moving to yours. You felt her grow tense. “Your Mama and I, we want to be honest with you no matter what. This family is complicated, but that will never change how much we love you.”

They’d abandoned the food and spent most of the night explaining what they could. She was still only eight years old, and they held back from her. Each year of her life, they revealed more, eased her into it. And if she asked a question, they never, ever, lied. They answered truthfully- even if it wasn’t an answer she didn’t’ want to hear.

Veronica’s muscles had become stiff. She wasn’t sure how long she’d been shoved inside of the trunk, but light was leaking through the edges. She’d drifted in and out of sleep, her legs burning. She wanted to break free of her binds and stretch them out. Grant tied a good knot.

It was no matter, she thought, because her mothers wouldn’t let her linger for long.

Glass and blood sprayed across the back patio. Someone had clearly wrapped their hand and shattered it with sheer force. They’d cut themselves at one point or another, but it didn’t’ seem to stop them from muscling their way into the Jones’s home.

Luke, in his hulking nature, reached into the highest cabinet and got his daughter a glass of water. She hadn’t touched the muffin that was set in front of her. Luke was nesting, trying to ply her with gifts to ease the horror of what had just happened.

You felt bad, having to dredge it up when the memory was still so fresh. She had the deer-in-headlights stare. Wide eyes flicked to you and Natasha. She opened her mouth and closed it in succession twice. She looked like a fish.

It wasn’t that you hated Dani, you didn’t. She was thirteen-year-old child, after all. But, you were admittedly wary about her after she had brought Veronica’s walls down when they were younger. Kids, you reminded yourself. They were innocent, but they were also mean when they wanted to be.

“I already told you, “She said, frowning down at her untouched muffin. “We were both asleep when we heard a loud crash. It didn’t wake up mom and dad. I wanted to call the cops, but Ronnie was against it. Why haven’t we called the cops?”

The silence in the room was palpable. You were studying the edges of the glass, the dried dark blood against the edges. It was better for you to focus on that, than the fact that Veronica wasn’t here. You would spiral, then. You’d think about all the places she could be, and none of them were particularly good.

“Fine. There was a man with a gun in the kitchen and he… aimed it at us. Ronnie wasn’t scared. I don’t know how, the look in his eye was determined. Horrifying. He said that he wasn’t going to hurt us, he just needed her and then he would leave.”

“And she just went?” Natasha urged; her voice strained with exhaustion.

“Yeah, yes. I didn’t try hard to stop her, he had a gun. A gun!”

“Okay, alright. Thank you, Dani.” Luke placed his hand on the small of her back. She crumbled into him, dwarfed by his sheer size. Jessica glared at her own reflection in the mirror above the sink. She had been deathly quiet.

Suddenly, Dani looked so tiny in his arms, hugging her close. Your heart seized and you frowned at the broken glass at your feet. Natasha willed herself to continue. “Dani, I’m incredibly sorry about this. About all of this; but we need to know what he looked like.”

“I don’t know, he was tall and had these blue eyes that were just unsettling. He was sort-of good looking.”

Jessica seemed to find herself at that moment, working her hand through her hair. It was damp and unkempt with sweat. “You both need to leave.”

“Jess,” Luke interjected.

“You need to leave!” She raised her voice, turning to face the group. She kept her palms on the counter to steady herself, refusing to look at Natasha, but clocking you with a deathly stare. “We’ve ignored so much. We’ve watched Veronica when the two of you leave on your business trips, and come back looking like you’ve been raised from the dead. We pretend not to notice the guns you carry even at the fucking beach! But this is not something we can ignore. Y/n, this is my home.”

Her chest was heaving with rage but there was immense sadness in her eyes. Dani’s fingers clenched at the fabric of her father’s shirt. Natasha’s hands were in her back pockets, her red-rimmed stare trained on the ground.

“I understand. Thank you for everything. We’ll uh, get someone to come by and fix the patio door. I apologize for all of the trouble.”

Natasha moved to follow you, her hand on your shoulder. You hadn’t realized you were trembling until her firm touch was there to quell it. Her words were said with a gentle authority. “I made a few calls. A patrol call will be positioned across the street for the next week. Longer, if you’d like. I’m sorry.”

“Wait,” Dani stood from the barstool. “There’s one more thing. The man, he had on this gaudy jacket and there was a patch on the pocket. It was red and there was a skull with these tentacles coming out of it. Totally villain coded.”

You frowned, diverting your stare to the small bug light at the corner of the door. It emitted a small buzzing sound that was barely noticeable. If you stared at it long enough, the tears that threatened to spill over would eventually go away.

“I hope you find her.”

Dani had said in a quiet voice. And you hoped beyond hope that you did too.

There was ugly green tile in the bathroom. Veronica had counted them twice over, and then to check her blurry math, she multiplied the length and the height until the numbers matched. She was bored and cramped in the off-white bathtub of a shitty motel.

For the first half-hour, she had her eyes on the water-stained ceiling. There was an abnormally large roach that crawled in circles. It had the whole ceiling, why did it confine itself to one spot? She’d made up a story; the brown little bug was training for a race. He was following the imaginary track.

He’d win, she decided, tugging softly on her binds. Even if though the horsefly can move up to 90 miles per hour. They’d learned that in class and it was one of those facts that she just couldn’t seem to forget.

Veronica could hear Grant on the other side of the wall. He had made an exasperated phone call and threw it down on the bed. He’d been oddly gentle and patient with her when he removed her from the trunk and subsequently locked her in the bathroom.

After living with a family of deadly criminals for the better part of her life, Veronica toyed with the idea that she was being held for ransom. Her mama, she didn’t hesitate when it came to stuff like this. Veronica had asked her once if that was easier.

They’d been jogging along a small path that cut through the woods around the property. Natasha was used to doing stuff like that alone, pacing herself and breathing in the crisp scents that nature had to offer.

It had shocked her when Ronnie asked to join, but she was quick to agree. She’d slowed to a brisk walk when the girl started to fight for air. Natasha may have pushed a little hard, but she was content to walk with her daughter, all the same.

The question had caught her off guard. “Ronnie, I don’t think your mother would appreciate me answering this.”

“You’re my mom too.” She stopped by a particularly large rock, placing both hands behind her head to stretch her chest out enough to ease her breathing. “Unless you’re afraid of her.”

“You’re baiting me.”

Veronica gave her a wolfish smile. Of course, Natasha wasn’t afraid of you. She wasn’t. You would sometimes get a deep look in your eyes that made her squirm in her seat. It was the mom look- the type of look that you seemed to inherit from the moment you first hold a baby against your chest. The need to protect was deep seeded.

Natasha felt it too, especially with the girl that goaded her right now. But she knew when not to push, and when to gently suggest something to you. Right now was a terse moment that blurred the line between something you’d be okay with, and something you’d initiate the silent treatment for. She sighed.

“Sometimes, there is more to suffering than the pain that’s inflicted. Does that make sense?”

“No, it doesn’t.”

“Waiting for the end is more tortuous than the act of ending itself. What I mean is, putting someone out of their misery is not only a mercy in some situations, but a necessary evil. I’m not a monster, Ronnie.”

She believed her in that moment. Natasha wasn’t a monster. Not to her. She could see how some of her charges would think differently, but this was the woman who would curl up in fuzzy pajamas and watch shitty romantic comedies with her, even shedding a few tears when the lead got the girl.

Veronica let out a long sigh and slumped further down into the bathtub. An uncomfortable and sluggish hit of pain moved through her legs and to the base of her back. First the trunk, and now this.

Her body stiffened when she heard the giggle of the door handle. Heels dug into old porcelain as she pushed herself up. Parts of Veronica’s stance was numbed entirely. Her shoulders were tight with tension, and a fine layer of dust was kicked up.

Grant clenched his jaw and unclenched it at the sight of her. He’d left her to her own devices for far too long. She watched carefully as he unscrewed the cap of a water bottle. The seal cracked and she relished in the sound, praying that it hadn’t been tampered with.

He knelt down against the side of the tub, pulling her gag from her mouth. She drew in a desperate and clear breath, clocking him with a glare. Sickeningly, he smiled at that. “You must be thirsty.”

She didn’t’ dignify him with an answer but allowed him to guide the water bottle to her lips. She gulped down more than half in a hungry fashion. Spare drops soaked into her collar and drip against her jaw. He pulled away and recapped it.

“I want you to know this isn’t personal. I’m not big on the whole ‘kidnap kids’ thing. I have a son of my own, and I wouldn’t ever want something to happen to him.” He paused and resituated himself into a more comfortable position. “This is business. I do what I’m told.”

Grant was trying to relate to her, make her feel some sort of sympathy for him. She wasn’t going to fall into his tactics. Instead, she glowered at him. “I hope he has a good mom. Because when mine find you, he’s going to need one.”

“Yeah, sweetheart. I’m counting on it.”

This time, you had made sure that the gun was fully loaded. You were all for showmanship, leaning into the nickname that those who roamed the streets had given you. Even those who didn’t, a woman at the laundromat or the waitress that had replaced you at the diner all knew you as Roulette.

Once upon a time, you couldn’t push past the shadow that Bucky Barnes had created. He was the Winter Soldier, Natasha’s immoveable force of nature. She’d command him with a solid hand and anyone on the other side of that wrath was doomed.

It was a reputation that was impossible to live up to, yet somehow, you had done it. Not only could you kill with such ruthless abandon, but you had found a family along the way. Bucky would never question Natasha’s orders. But the two of you made them together, and that brought a new type of fear.

When Leo Fitz had moved for the weapon tucked into the back of his neatly pressed pants, you made sure to move with a quickness that rivaled anyone else in the room. The tip of your revolver was pressed to his temple, his gloved hands raising in surrender.

Ophelia Sarkissian smiled. Blood dripped across her teeth from where Natasha had connected her fist with bone. She was slammed up against the back wall of her office now. Her mantle shook with the force of the hit, and dust rained down from the ceiling.

“That’s the problem with old buildings,” she said, a mix of sticky saliva and russet discharge. “The aesthetics are there, but you sacrifice the integrity of the room. Don’t you agree, Nat?”

“I’m not here to discuss architecture.”

Natasha reached into her own pocket, not releasing her hold on the leader of Hydra. The little organization of evil had gotten admittedly bigger than either of you thought was possible. They’d gotten more men, more property. But they were resigned to Hells Kitchen and that was simply not under Natasha’s jurisdiction. She never found it in herself to care, not until now.

Knives were Yelena’s weapon of choice, but Natasha still found joy in the subtle bout of fear that flashed momentarily across Ophelia’s serpent stare. Leo attempted to move, but stilled when you pulled the metal hammer back on the revolver. All you had to do was pull the trigger and there’d be a new mural in Ophelia’s office.

“Natasha, would you mind calling your dog off? Doctor Fitz is a brilliant scientist. It’s not any old brain she’s fixing to blow out.”

The side of the silver blade had found its way to the edge of Ophelia’s eye, not quite touching it, but she knew that the slightest movement would spear her iris. She stopped squirming under Natasha’s threats.

“Okay, okay! What is it that I can do for you lovely ladies?”

“What is it you can do for us?” Natasha’s voice was a thick and hollow growl. Any sign of mercy had escaped her, one hand clenching the woman’s throat, the other pressing the tip of the knife hard enough to break porcelain skin. “Sweetness, I think you know exactly what we want.”

“You’ll have to be more specific, Natty. I have my fingers in a lot of cookie jars.”

“If you’re inclined to keep your right eye intact, I suggest that you lead us to our daughter. I have no trouble taking a woman’s sight.”

Ophelia laughed and it infuriated you. Rage and impatience made a dangerous cocktail. You had tolerated the woman and her lackies through dinner parties and the occasional get together. But that was the extent of your relationship.

Seven full years and she still viewed you as nothing more than Natasha’s pet waiting to be house trained. You’d long since left your probationary period. You’d married the woman who had an iron grip on the city and in turn, raised a competent daughter in your stead.

“I have no godly idea what you’re talking about. You think I’m stupid enough to steal from you? I wouldn’t take a wine glass, much less your daughter. I have some common sense. What led you to believe that I would?”

You hated to admit that you believed her, but you still refused to remove the gun from Fitz’s temple. “The symbol on the jacket of the man who took her. It was your insipid mass of tentacles.”

Fitz cleared his throat “Ma’am, it could be Ward.”

“Ward?” Natasha asked.

“I fired him months ago. He’s mostly harmless but would do anything to get into my good graces. I suppose it would be possible for him to pull a stunt like this. Last I heard, he was living at the Motel six off county.” Ophelia gritted her teeth “It’d be greatly appreciated if you both left before you do something you regret.”

Natasha mocked a pout, dragging the tip of the blade against the side of Ophelia’s face. A trail of pin-prink spots of blood rushed to the surface of her skin. “But you’d look so good with an eyepatch.”

Veronica had drifted into an incredibly fitful sleep. She could hear the world around her; the skittering legs of the bug that ran laps on the ceiling, the slow and steady drip of the sinks faucet, the football game that Grant had turned on to drown out her movements.

It was the unmistakable sound of woods splintering that had caught her attention. Ronnie forced herself to control her breathing, just like you had taught her. She clenched down on the sour tasting gag in her mouth, heart pounding violently in her chest.

The television had been turned off and Grant’s muffled voice seeped through the crack in the door. She knew that her mother’s preferred to work silently. They tried to shield her from everything and everyone that held a potential threat. But there were some things that Veronica wanted to see. Including the downfall of her captor.

She made a small noise against the back of her gag and slammed her heel on the puke-colored tub. The dull thumb was enough to halt the movement in the room. There was shattered glass, and an exclamation that could have only been from Natasha.

Grant had locked the bathroom door from the inside and closed it. There was a strong hit that rattled the weak wood. Her breathing picked up as another hit caused the door to bend like it wasn’t a solid force at all, but entirely breakable.

Finally, it gave way and you stumbled into the bathroom in a cloud of slivers and dust. None of that seemed to bother you, eyes darting directly to the tub that your daughter had been housed in for the last six hours.

Veronica was reduced to a bubbling mess of tears. She hadn’t realized how much she wanted to see you, needed to see you. There was something so warm and safe about your touch and it cut through the cold bathroom air like nothing she had ever felt before.

“Oh baby,”

Your voice cracked as you dropped to your knees, making quick work of the gag. Veronica’s jaw ached when you removed it, tossing the cloth aside. You used the very knife that Natasha had used to threaten Ophelia with to cut the zip ties that had cut dark purple bruises into her wrists.

“Oh, my baby, I’m so sorry.”

She gripped you with a strength that reminded you of the first day you’d dropped her off at kindergarten. She’d cried then too, wetting the collar of your shirt with nervous tears. Veronica had clung to you and wicked her fingers into its fabric. It broke your heart to let her go then.

You’d had a meltdown in the driver’s seat of your car with all the other parents that had emotional attachment issues. It was where you met Jessica for the first time. She’d dropped Dani off. Her second child so it was easier this time. She brought you a beer and told you that everything would be okay.

“Mom,” she whispered, over and over again, gripping you to make sure you were real. She was much too old to carry, but you didn’t give a damn in this moment. You scooped her up like she was six years old again and she wrapped her legs around your waist without any protest.

You tucked her head into the small of your neck. “Keep your eyes closed, baby girl. You’re safe now.”

Veronica clenched her eyes shut and dug further into you. She tried to ignore the noises she heard in the single-bed motel room. The choking sounds that Grant let out as Natasha did what she did best with the electrical cord of a lamp.

She kept her eyes shut in the freezing stairwell, and even when the warm mist of an early-morning dew coated his skin. She waited until she could smell the familiar leather of her mother’s car, and even then, she held you in a vice grip that you weren’t willing to let go of anytime soon.

You’d taken your jacket off and draped it over her shoulders. She curled into herself in the backseat of the car. It only took a few more minutes for Natasha to exit through the same service door that you did. Her hair was disheveled, a long gash against the side of her arm that you were certain would need stitches later.

Black blood dripped from the wound and pooled from her fingertips in small splashes against the pavement. She didn’t’ seem to notice, her adrenaline screaming loud enough to quell any pain she would have felt.

Natasha gently urged you to the side before she climbed into the backseat wordlessly. Ronnie seemed to let out a long breath of relief. She launched herself into the woman’s arms. Natasha grunted at the force but squeezed her as tightly as she could, letting her cry.

“Mama, I’m so sorry.” Veronica sniffed “I shouldn’t have gone with him, but he was going to hurt Dani.”

“Do not apologize moy malen'kiy strelok.” She pressed a kiss to Veronica’s temple, fighting back tears. “Never apologize.”

[Taglist🕷♡: @dumbasslesbi, @lostremind, @toouncreativeforausername @autorasexy @eringranola @mikookaaaaaao @marvelwoman-simp @pacmanmiles @mostlymarvelsstuff, @mrsrushman, @milfsandtittyenthusiast, @random-raccoon4, @ravenromanova, @mysticalmoonlight7, @ahintofchaos@cowboyboots236 @lissaaaa145, @natsxwife@a-spes, @kyleeservopoulos]

#Natasha Romanoff #Natasha Romanov #Natasha Romanoff x reader #Natasha Romanoff x y/n #Natasha Romanov x y/n #Natasha Romanov x you #Natasha Romanov x reader #Mafia au #Yelena Belova #Kate Bishop #Clint Barton #Reader insert #request #natasha romonova

262 notes · View notes

writingwithciara · 1 month

Text

Best Friend For Life ~Auston Matthews~

summary: y/n's best friend stephanie is getting married to the best guy in the world. aka mitch marner. she is the maid of honor but the best man tends to get on her nerves whenever they're together.

word count: 3.7k

pairing: auston matthews x reader, mitch marner x stephanie lachance

notes: so i was listening to a song the other day and for some reason, i immediately thought of mitch and his wife [friends to lovers sorta]

masterlist

"promise not to get mad at me?" was the first thing stephanie said as she walked through the door of the apartment she shared with her best friend. y/n looked up from her computer with a raised eyebrow.

"what did you do?"

"how do you feel about hockey games?"

"can't stand them. why? what did you do?" she repeated, getting up from her chair and walking over to her best friend.

"we're going to the toronto game tonight."

"and i repeat. what did you do?"

"i was at the coffee shop and i ran into this really cute guy. we talked for hours and he's so sweet. asked me to go on a date with him after his game tonight."

"oh that's great. congratulations."

"but there's a catch."

"oh god. what do i have to do?"

"his best friend is single and so are you so i figured you could tag along since his friend is going to be there too."

"give me one good reason i should, steph." y/n walked into the kitchen to make her lunch. stephanie followed her quickly and clasped her hands together.

"please come with me. i think this guy might be the one. like, for real this time."

"you're lucky i love you and believe you deserve the best."

"does that mean you'll come to the game and the date?"

"let's just see how the game goes first."

"yay. we need to dress really good." steph smirked and dragged y/n into her closet, the lunch completely forgotten.

that night, y/n met mitch and was amazed at how good he treated stephanie, even though they had only met each other a few hours earlier. his best friend, however, was not as great. he did try, but it was easy to tell that he didn't want to be there.

and it only got worse from there.

over time, they both developed a mutual disinterest in each other.

and here they were, a few years later, helping their two best friends plan a wedding.

it was very obvious from the beginning that mitch and stephanie were meant to be together so it was no surprise to anyone when mitch approached y/n to ask for her help with the proposal. he had already gotten her parents approval but he knew that her best friends approval meant a whole lot to her too. he respected their relationship and treated them both well.

the only thing that mitch did that y;/n didn't like was asking stephanie to move in with him. it left y/n alone in their apartment and it felt weird. mitch had suggested that auston move in, in place f stephanie, but y/n quickly shot that idea down. she would rather live alone than live with auston.

as the two girls sat in the kitchen of mitch's house, zeus was resting his head on y/n's lap. she stroked his ear and listened to the plans stephanie wanted for the wedding.

"i'm really honored you chose me to be your maid of honor. but do i have to dance with the best man?"

"i know you and auston despise each other but it's a tradition in my family that the best man and maid of honor share the dance after the married couples first dance."

"i know." y/n sighed. "i'll do it but i won't be happy about it."

"oh thank god. mitch and i were worried we'd have to break tradition."

"i would never allow that." y/n smiled and stood up. zeus tilted his head slightly and gave her a look. "maybe i should dance with zeus instead. he's so much cuter and he actually likes me."

"that would be cute, but it's-"

"tradition. yeah i know." y/n smiled. "how did auston react when mitch told him?"

"i think he's telling him after practice today," stephanie checked her phone. "which should be over right about now."

"i hope he has the same reaction."

over at the arena, mitch and auston were the last two out of the locker room. mitch sent stephanie a text and looked over at auston.

"hey, there's something i need to tell you about the wedding."

"what is it?"

"after steph and i have our first dance, there's a tradition in her family that follows that. the best man and the maid of honor have to dance together too."

"meaning i have to dance with y/n? seriously?""

"sorry man but it's tradition. you can put aside your hatred for one night, can't you?"

"i can promise to try but i can't promise a success."

"that's good enough for me." mitch chuckled and got to his car. "you coming over for dinner? the girls are making meatloaf."

"yeah sure. why not?" auston got in his car and followed mitch to his house. he completely ignored the fact that y/n was going to be there.

the next few days were spent learning how to dance properly. auston and y/n barely made it through without killing each other, but at least they were ready for the big day.

when it arrived, y/n and stephanie were in the room with the rest of the bridal party. the hairdresser finished the last touches on stephanie's hair and she turned around.

"so, how do i look?"

"you look like a princess. mitch is going to cry." y/n smiled and wiped a tear from her own eye. "gosh, you're so lucky. mitch is probably the last good guy on earth."

"he's the best." stephanie looked in the mirror and smiled. "i love him so much. i knew from the moment i met him that this day would happen."

"i knew too. he was the sweetest." y/n smiled. "if you guys ever have kids, that child is going to be blessed with the best genes ever."

"you and auston are good looking too. and if you guys ever get over yourselves and get together to have a child, it's going to be just as beautiful as you guys."

"we're never getting together."

"i want us to have babies around the same time so they can be best friends too."

"i can try to give you that wish. but it's not going to be with auston."

"okay. as long as i get a niece or nephew to love like crazy."

"i love you, steph." y/n pulled her best friend in for a hug before there was knock on the door. auston poked his head in and covered his eyes.

"you ladies ready?"

"auston, you can uncover your eyes." stephanie giggled and shook her head, shooting a look at y/n. "let's go."

one by one, the bridesmaids made their way to stand next to the groomsmen they were paired with. when y/n walked out with stephanie, auston couldn't keep his eyes from roaming y/n's body. the dress fit her so well and her hair was styled perfectly.

'is she not wearing any makeup? holy crap. i don't think i've ever seen her wear any. has she been this perfect the whole time?' he found himself thinking. he shook the thought from his head and took his spot next to her.

"damn, matthews. you really clean up well, don't you?" y/n nudged him with her elbow and he was suddenly at a loss for words. "what's the matter? cat got your tongue? no funny remark?"

"no. sorry." he let out a breath. "thank you for the compliment. you, um, look really good too."

"i know i do." y/n smirked. "but thank you. that's the nicest thing you've ever said to me."

"it can't be." auston looked at her and ran through their history in his mind. "okay. maybe that's true. and i'm sorry for that."

"you are forgiven, matthews." y/n watched as the pairs in front of them made their way out to where they needed to be. she linked her arm up with auston's, wished stephanie good luck and followed the man outside. they stopped at the end of the aisle and went to their designated locations. "you look great, mitchy." she whispered to mitch before taking her spot.

the music started and everyone stood up. when stephanie and her dad walked out, y/n glanced over at mitch. she had only seen him cry twice before in the few years she had known him. this was the third time she had seen tears in his eyes. he tried to hide it but when he looked over at y/n, he smiled.

as the minister went through the normal ceremony, auston kept looking over at y/n. she was watching the interactions between stephanie and mitch so intently, wiping away a tear or two every few seconds. auston was in complete awe of her.

at the reception, stephanie and mitch had the traditional first dance and when that was over, auston was more than eager to make his way to the dance floor. he and y/n took their places and began to dance

as they moved to the music, y/n looked up at auston.

"have you been practicing on your free time?"

"no, i swear. maybe you just make me a better dancer." he shrugged and moved her around the dance floor effortlessly.

"what's gotten into you tonight, matthews?"

"i think it's all the love in the air." he smiled.

"never would've pegged you for a romantic guy. no offence."

"none taken. i didn't expect it from myself either honestly." he spun her around a few times and when the song ended, so did their moment.

everyone else came to the dance floor to do their thing and y/n walked to the table to sit for a minute. stephanie was sitting beside her with a smile.

"auston is so into you."

"no he's not."

"oh please. i heard what he said before the wedding started. he was genuinely complimenting you. there was no hint of lying in his voice."

"he claims it's the love being in the air. i don't know what else to tell you."

even as y/n spoke those words, she couldn't bring herself to believe them. maybe stephanie was right and auston really was into her. she scanned the room and found him with mitch in the middle of the dance floor. they were having the time of their lives and y/n couldn't help but smile.

auston could feel someone watching him so when he looked up and locked eyes with y/n, he winked at her. she turned away shyly and sipped her drink. he thought it was cute.

y/n could feel her cheeks heating up and she hated it. she didn't like the way auston was suddenly making her feel. looking down at her now empty glass, she decided to blame it on the alcohol in her system, and as auston put it, the love in the air.

halfway through the reception, y/n was beginning to really feel the alcohol. the thing about that was it made her act differently and her voice of reason flew out the window whenever she drank.

as she downed her drink yet again, she found herself making her way to where auston was leaning against the wall. he noticed her approach him and he finished his drink.

"hey. what are you doing all alone over here? you should be having some fun. trying to pick up a girl or two." y/n giggled. why did it feel like her stomach was in knots?

"honestly, nobody here is really catching my eye." his eyes roamed the room before landing back on y/n. "might just call it a night."

"no don't." y/n sounded too eager to get him to stay so she backtracked her outburst. "i mean, it's your best friends wedding and you're the best man. you can't leave." y/n shyly looked down at her shoes.

"okay, i'll stay. but first, you gotta tell me why you hate me so much."

"what are you talking about? i hate you because on the night we met, you decided right away that you didn't like me."

"what gave you that impression?" he chuckled dryly.

"you were grumpy and it was very obvious you didn't want to be there. you put no effort into getting to know me. but i don't understand why you were grumpy. you scored the game winning goal in overtime, not to mention you had the only hat trick the entire game. that should've made you a little happier. you were so good that night. i remember telling steph 'wow. that matthews kid is really good.' like i was very impressed. and then we met and i thought you were really cute. but you had to ruin it by opening your mouth."

"you thought i was cute?"

"why do you hate me?"

"i don't. never did. i jsut really didn't want to be put on a blind double date. i hate blind dates."

"i hate them too. and i was only there as a favor to steph."

"i was only there for mitch. he was telling me during practice that he thought he met the one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with and he wanted me to meet her & make sure she wasn't a serial killer or crazy in anyway."

"and look at them now. kinda crazy how they both knew right away, huh?"

"yeah. but i think it's sweet." auston looked down at her and smiled. forgetting for a second that he hated her. "i'm really happy for them though. they're good for each other."

"i agree." y/n grabbed a glass off a passing waiters tray and drank half of it in one gulp.

"do you think you'll find the person you want to spend your life with?"

"i'd like to think i will & i'm hoping it's soon. but with my luck in love, it'll probably never happen." y/n sighed. "how about you? think you'll meet her soon?"

"honestly, i think i may have already met her."

oh. well that's good." y/n looked down at her feet. "wanna dance? reception's almost over and i feel like we should get at least one more dance in, just to make the newlyweds happy." she gestured to their right where mitch and steph were dancing. they waved and danced away.

"sure. what harm can it do?"

the two of them walked out onto the dance floor and just as they were getting into the beat of the song, it ended and a new slow song started. y/n froze and looked at auston. he grabbed her hands and placed them where they needed to be before he guided her across the dance floor.

they locked eyes and it suddenly felt like they were the only people around. to everyone but them, it was obvious there was an attraction between them.

when the song ended, y/n stayed with her arms around auston's neck as they swayed back and forth.

"so there's really nobody here that catches your eye?" y/n asked, bringing up part of their earlier conversation. she played with her thumbs behind his neck and one of them wrapped itself in a curl that was loose.

"actually, now that i've thought more about it, there may be one."

"wanna point her out? maybe i can talk you up to her."

"red dress, dark hair that's half up half down with curls, no makeup because she's literally perfect and doesn't need it. she's so perfect but she's dancing with the hottest guy here. i can't compete with that."

"one of those things describe steph. she's not wearing a red dress though, nor does she have dark hair. however, i am dancing with the hottest guy here."

"i know." auston smirked and twirled her around. when he pulled her back, he was holding her tighter. "you look so beautiful right now. and not just tonight. every night since the night i met you."

"auston, are you drunk?"

"maybe a little. but i'm coherent enough to know what i'm saying and i'm sober enough to tell you that i mean it."

"auston, please don't lie to me."

"why would i need to lie to you?" he looked down at her and y/n searched his eyes for a sign of him lying. there wasn't one. "i've always thought you were beautiful. gorgeous even. out of my league for sure. and i'm genuinely sorry that i never really said anything about it."

"please don't apologize. i wasn't exactly the nicest person to be around so that must've made it difficult for you."

"difficult, yes. but worth it? totally. 100% worth it."

"do you think that if mitch and steph hadn't dragged us both on that date that night, then maybe we would have a different history than the one we do?"

"what do you mean?"

"i mean, if they had invited us to a group thing instead and that's how we met, do you think that we could've been friends these last few years?"

"for sure." auston smiled. "and maybe, if we had been friends and i asked you on a proper date, you could've said yes."

"i think i would've." it was y/n's turn to smile. "but hey. we're both still young and have plenty of life left to live. why don't we go out tomorrow night?"

"that sounds like it could be fun." auston chuckled. "and just to be clear, it'll be just us, right? no one else."

"yes. just us."

"great. i'll pick you up at 8 then."

"it's a date." y/n smiled as auston spun her around.

the following night, y/n was getting ready for the date when stephanie facetimed her.

"oh, who you getting ready for?"

"believe it or not, i'm going on a date with auston."

"oh my god. finally!" mitch cheered from the other end of the phone. his face appeared on the screen and he was sporting a large smile. "i'm so tired of hearing him pine over you."

"you're exaggerating, mitchy." y/n shook her head. "how's the honeymoon you guys?"

"it's perfect. thanks for the suggestion." steph was back on the screen. "and thanks for agreeing to take care of zeus while we're gone."

"of course. i love zeus." y/n smiled and looked at the dog, whose head was resting on y/n's lap. "who's the bestest boy? you are. yes you are."

"have fun on your date, sweetie. make sure to tell me everything afterwards."

"always. see you guys later." y/n hung up the phone and finished doing her hair. "which dress should i wear zeus?" she held up a yellow dress and zeus tilted his head. she then held up a blue dress and he barked. "thank you, zeus." y/n changed quickly and looked at herself in the mirror. "what do you think?"

zeus barked and tilted his head.

"you're so cute." y/n grabbed her purse and walked to the door when she heard a knock. "okay, zeus. i'll be back in a few hours. there's plenty of food in your bowl and your treat ball is filled so you should be fine."

y/n opened the door and auston handed her a small bouquet of orange chrysanthemums, her favorite.

"how did you know?"

"i remember you telling mitch one day that you loved chrysanthemums and how your heart would be complete if someone ever gave you the orange ones specifically. i didn't know what the different colors meant but i did some research shortly after that night and i've wanted to give you a bouquet of orange ones ever since. delicate love, right?"

"yeah. exactly." she ventured into the kitchen to grab a vase and filled it with water. "i can't believe you even remembered that. i told him like 4 years ago."

"i know. um, you may not believe me but i had a list of all your favorite things. i don't have it now because i memorized it but i figured i'd let you know."

"auston, this is so uncharacteristic of you. but i appreciate the attentiveness. no guy has ever done anything like this for me before."

"i know. it's unfortunate but you deserve it. you deserve someone who is willing to treat you like a queen. someone who can't get you out of his head, even if he tried. because you are so perfect, it's crazy."

"auston?"

"hmm?"

"stop talking." y/n smiled and pecked his lips. "you are so sweet, matthews."

"hold on just a second." he kissed her again but this time it lasted longer than a simple peck. she wrapped her arms around his neck and his found a place resting gently on her waist. auston was the first to let go of the kiss but they were both smiling from ear to ear.

"no guy has ever kissed me like that before. wow." y/n smirked.

"well all the other guys have been really stupid. and i'm not ashamed to admit that i'm part of that list."

"you're also a lot smarter than all the other guys i've been interested in." y/n's hand reached up to rest against his cheek.

"has anyone ever told you how perfect you are?"

"you did last night while we were dancing." y/n smiled and looked into his eyes. "and for the record, you're pretty perfect too."

"does that mean we're....perfect together?"

"corny joke aside, i think we might be."

"good." he smirked and kissed her again. their date was pretty much forgotten at this point as y/n pulled him through her apartment and into the living room.

auston sat on the couch and held y/n's hips as she straddled him. she looked into his eyes and felt herself getting lost in them.

"just so you know, i never bring a guy home on the first date."

"i know. and technically, if you count the blind date when we met, this is technically our second date." he smirked in response.

"it was a disaster and i feel now that our relationship has crossed the friendship line, we should just forget about the night we met."

"deal." auston smiled and they sealed their deal with a kiss. several kisses to be exact.

taglist: @worldlxvlys @fearfam69691 @carolinalikesthings

#auston matthews #auston matthews x reader #auston matthews fic #nhl #toronto maple leafs #mitch marner #william nylander #morgan reilly

144 notes · View notes

feyhunter78 · 10 months

Text

Pink Pastels Pt 7

Description: You catch up with Gabi and Emma, Todd is an ass over text and the O'Haras give you a gift.

Pt 8

You were kneeling down on the wooden walkway, a fake bridge designed to imitate what the builder of the zoo thought the jungle villages of Africa looked like, talking quietly to Gabi and Emma.

“Girls I know you’re excited to see the hippos, but you can’t run away like that, what if either of you had gotten hurt? I was so worried about you two, and I’m sure your friends, and Mr. O’Hara, were as well.” You explain softly, holding one of their hands in one of yours, and keeping your expression calm to keep them calm.

“We’re sorry.” Gabi says, her bottom lip trembling slightly.

“We’re sorry, Ms. Y/N.” Emma begins to cry, fat tears rolling down her cheeks.

You coo at them and pull them into a hug. “It’s okay, you just have to be more careful next time.”

The sound of footsteps, four sets of small feet, and one larger set, the sound of which you’ve strangely come to recognize.

“Are they okay?” Miguel asks, his voice is rich with concern, and you feel him kneel beside you, his large hand resting on Gabi’s shoulder.

“Everyone is just fine, we just got a little overwhelmed, huh?” You direct the second half of your answer towards Gabi and Emma, who pull away and nod, sniffling a little.

“¿Estás bien, Mija? ¿Estás herida?” Miguel’s hands were cupping her face, thumbs smoothing over her tearstained cheeks. Trsl: Are you okay, are you hurt?

Gabi nodded her head. “Estoy bien, Papá.” Trsl: I'm okay/good, dad

He breathes a sigh of relief and presses a kiss to her cheek. “Never run off like that again, you know the hippos aren’t going anywhere.”

She nods again, but is still pouting, and the two of them together is an adorable sight.

You feel a pang of longing right as your phone buzzes in your back pocket. You release Emma and begin to guide the group towards the hippos, fighting the urge to throw your phone into the nearest exhibit.

Todd has been texting you all day. First to bitch at you for leaving him wasted in his apartment, three weeks ago, then for ignoring his calls the next day, then he was mad because you wouldn’t let him chaperone, even though, he didn’t actually want to go, and it wasn’t your fault, the school has rules.

He’s sent you a photo, the one the whole first grade took at the zoo’s entrance. The one you’d very quickly—offhandedly, uploaded to your social medias to mark the occasion.

Todd: I thought you said men weren’t allowed to chaperone? Was that just an excuse, so you could fuck somebody else without me knowing?

He had circled Miguel in the photo, like a crazy person.

Y/N: I said male non-family members are not allowed to chaperone, that’s a parent of one of my students. We are not having an affair, and I would never abandon my students to do something so inappropriate.

He always did this, always got so jealous of any guy who was around you for even a minute. It was exhausting.

He left you on read, and you bite your tongue, trying to keep calm as you slide your phone back in your pocket.

“Gabi told me it was your birthday a few weeks ago.” Miguel says casually.

Your stomach drops. “Oh yeah?”

“I feel bad, usually Gabi and I get her teachers flowers on their birthday, but I was out of town for work, so I guess we missed it.” He towers over you, but you don’t feel unsafe, in fact you feel strangely protected.

Miguel looks so good in that cheesy field trip T-shirt, it stretches across his chest, and clings to his arms in a mouthwatering way. He looks down at you, a sheepish smile on his face.

“We hoped maybe this would make up for it?” He hands you a daisy shaped pendant, it’s beautiful, and well-made.

“I—I can’t accept this; it looks way too expensive.” You try to give it back to him, but he shakes his head and closes your fingers around the pendant, his hand dwarfing yours.

“It wasn’t expensive at all. Gabi found the necklace when we visited one of the farmer’s markets in the city. Daisies are her favorite flower, and she wanted to get you a birthday gift…and I wanted to thank you for all you’ve done for her. I mean, it’s still the first half of the school year, and I’ve never seen her be so fond of a teacher…” His hand is still covering yours, and you’re frozen in place but basking in the praise.

“Well, it is beautiful, and if it’s not expensive then I can’t turn down a gift from one of my best students now, can I?” You joke lightly, your heart pounding in your chest.

Miguel releases your hand and motions for you to turn, sweeping your hair up with one large hand, the other clasping the necklace around your neck. “It would break her heart.” He breathes, his warm breath on your neck making you shiver.

You want him. Fuck, you want him bad.

“Can’t have that.” You whisper, breathless and resisting the urge to lean into his strong chest.

“Ms. Y/N, you’re wearing my gift!” Gabi notices so quickly, weirdly quickly, for a moment you wonder if they planned this.

“I am, it’s very pretty, thank you.” You finger the pendant, it is absolutely beautiful, maybe the nicest gift anyone’s ever given you, definitely better than anything Todd’s given you.

“Now you gotta promise me you’ll never take it off.” Gabi pleads, giving you those puppy dog eyes she does so well.

You pretend to think it over, then nod your head. “Alright, deal.”

She lets out a squeal of happiness and runs back to her friends.

“She’s so good at that.” You remark, turning back to Miguel.

“Good at what?” He asks, his eyes keep drifting back to the pendant, where it sits between your fingers as you absentmindedly toy with it.

“Those puppy dog eyes, it’s so hard to say no to her.” You feel a rush of boldness and drop the pendant. “Did she learn that from you?”

Miguel’s eyes shot up to yours. “Beg pardon?”

“The puppy dog eyes.” You smile at him, a carefully crafted carefree smile meant to make the receiver feel comfortable, to get them to let their guard down.

“Oh, no, no, she learned that all on her own.” He laughs, and the sound is like syrup, muddling your thoughts with a thick sugary sweetness.

You remember his words when you admire the necklace in the mirror, the day is done, you’ve showered, and now you’re getting ready for bed.

You’re not a vain person by any means, but you can’t help but admire how it shines against your skin, as you stand bare, fresh from the shower. It hangs a bit between your breasts, the metal is sturdy, and no matter what Miguel says it’s not cheap. There’s no fake metal smell, or green staining your skin.

You spend a little longer staring at it, running your fingers along the edge, feeling each petal’s edge. It wouldn’t hurt to keep it on, at least for a little while, until Gabi forgets all about it.

Tag list: @miggyoharaswife, @badbishsblog, @imisshim2much, @wanderlustingcastaway, @lynn-9703, @sleepyamaya, @erensbbg, @sweetea85, @ilovemiguelohara, @natthernandez, @stxrrielle, @ihateuguys, @jenniferdixon05207, @blep-23, @luvisaaxoxo, @minimari415, @emerald-09, @violet-19999, @kenchosaikuo, @groovycass, @youcantseem3, @lovefks, @nightshxdex, @dusstory, @aesniri, @munsonssecretblog, @kirke-is-my-name, @starbearieee, @chatoicboy, @act1839, @needsleep3000, @totally-not-georgia, @witchy-lizard

#meg's writing #miguel ohara #miguel o'hara x y/n #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel ohara x reader #miguel o'hara imagine #miguel o’hara #miguel o’hara x y/n #Miguel and Gabi sercret manipulators #miguel spiderman #spiderman 2099 x reader

644 notes · View notes

xjustakay · 3 months

Text

✺ (1/22) ✺ @jegulus-microfic prompt: cry — 1130 words (jegulus dads ft. harry; getting in trouble at school - but he’s got a real good reason, your honor)

Regulus hangs up his phone with a huff, pushing up from his desk chair to head up the hall to the living room. “James?”

“Yes, my love?” James calls back. He turns from folding laundry into piles on the sofa and frowns when he clocks the tension in Regulus’ face. “What could I have possibly done?”

“It’s not you, it’s your son,” Regulus mutters.

“My son?” James’ brows shoot upward.

“He’s your son when he gets into trouble.”

“I resent that.”

“Resemble it, more like.” Regulus rolls his eyes. “I just got off the phone with Pandora. She got a call from Harry’s school about him being in principal McGonagall’s office because of an altercation with another student.”

James blinks. “They’re five, what does that even look like?”

“Well, we’ll be finding out shortly, because we have to go pick him up. Lily’s got their car and she’s at work.” Regulus shakes his head as he goes to retrieve his coat from the peg inside the front door.

“Hey, hang on.” James grabs him gently by the elbow to get him to look at him. “I’m sure it’s not a big deal.”

“He’s in the principal’s office at five years old, James.”

“That happened a time or a few when I was—” James cuts himself off when one dark eyebrow is arched at him pointedly. “Right, not helping my case. Look, it’s Harry. It’s probably just a big misunderstanding.”

James lifts both hands to grab Regulus by the jaw, towing him in to kiss his forehead a couple quick times. The corner of Regulus’ mouth ticks upward despite himself.

As it turns out, it’s not a misunderstanding.

Instead of looking guilty, Harry looks instantly defiant, arms crossed tight over his chest and chin tilted upward, when Regulus and James join him in the principal’s office.

“Have a seat.” Minerva McGonagall motions across her desk to the open chairs on either side of their son. “Harry, would you care to explain to your fathers why we’re here?”

Harry’s brow furrows as he lets out a huff. “I tackled someone in the sandbox.”

Regulus tilts his head. “Pardon?”

James cuts him a vaguely admonishing look before his focus returns to the child between them, expression softening. “What happened, mate?”

“He made Luna cry, daddy!” Harry whines. “He kept on pulling her hair and calling her Loony.”

Regulus whips toward McGonagall, glaring icily. “And where’s that boy?”

“He’s also been spoken to and picked up by his parents, mister Potter,” She tells him.

“That’s not all, either!” Harry interjects with a dramatic flail of his arms. “I went and told him he was being mean and to say sorry, but he said he was sorry to me ‘cause I have a weird family.”

“Alright, that’s not—” James’ mounting irritation gets cut off when McGonagall lifts a hand to halt him.

“Then he said his mum and dad are talking all the time about how papa’s gonna leave us all someday, and I got really mad so I tackled him and hit him.”

Oh.

Oh, that’s…

Regulus stares at Harry for a long moment, an unexpected pang in his chest. He didn’t know what to expect coming down to the school, hearing Harry’s story of what had occurred. He certainly had not assumed it had anything to do with him.

Harry is so like James, standing up for those he loves with everything he’s got. Even if it gets him into trouble.

Opening and closing his mouth twice, Regulus catches James’ eye. A small smile curls at his husband’s mouth, an odd cocktail of pride and sadness mixed in his hazel eyes. Regulus suddenly knows the feeling, complex as it is.

“I understand you were upset and looking out for your family, but you know you’re not supposed to hit people, mate,” James tells Harry.

“I know…” Harry mumbles, ducking his chin.

“If someone’s being mean, you tell a teacher, alright?”

“Yes, daddy…”

Regulus, lip pinched between his teeth, looks across the desk to find McGonagall’s eyes already on him. A strangely sympathetic look is offered to him from the older woman, but he ignores the twist it causes in his stomach.

Asks instead, “Is Luna alright?”

“I’ve spoken with her, as well, yes. Despite the issue, she said she’d like to finish her day as she usually does,” She confirms.

“Right, well, we’ll get this one home, then.” James claps his hands on his knees then pushes to stand. “So sorry, principal McGonagall.”

“Yeah, me too, sorry, principal McGonagall,” Harry mutters.

Harry shuffles off his chair to follow James on the way out of the office, Regulus grabbing his Spiderman backpack for him. He’s last to the door, which means the ‘mister Potter’ that’s called after them can only be for him. He turns with dark brows lifted, tries not to look too confused when McGonagall’s mouth twitches upward just barely.

“That’s quite the little boy you’ve got standing up for you, there,” She says.

Regulus glances back the other direction at where James and Harry are walking to the school’s main door hand in hand. His own small smile appears, throat tightening before he quietly clears it.

“Yeah, he’s really something,” He murmurs, turning back to the woman. “We’ll work on the hitting bit.”

“That’s good, yes,” She snorts, waving him off.

Regulus catches up to his family, falling into step on Harry’s other side. He makes it a point to ensure that he’s the one who helps Harry into the back of the car when they reach it. Keeps an eye on him pulling his seatbelt across himself on his booster while James settles in the driver’s seat, watching them in the rear view mirror.

Mind still reeling a bit with the turn of events, he can’t help but feel like he’s meant to say something.

“Harry, my darling, you—” Regulus twists his lips to the side as he runs a hand over Harry’s messy hair affectionately. “You know that I’m not really going anywhere, don’t you?”

“Of course, papa.” Harry nods surely. “I know you love us all too much.”

Regulus smiles faintly, nodding in return. “That’s my boy.”

He leans in to leave a kiss against the side of Harry’s head, double checks his seatbelt is secured appropriately, then closes the car door. When he drops into the passenger seat, he finds James looking over at him adoringly, a bright smile on his face. Wordlessly, he leans over the center console to press a lingering kiss to Regulus’ lips.

“Does this mean I can still have dessert after dinner tonight?” Harry asks from the back.

There’s a shared laugh between Regulus and James, two wide smiles pressed together now, before they finally separate to get on their way home.

#jegulus #starchaser #sunseeker #jegulus microfic #jegulus dads and little harry feels strike again #they’re a little family :(#there’s so much love :(#harry is the sweetest bean :(#i’m fine feeling very normal about them obviously #(sobbing into a pillow as we speak)#jeggy dads series #kay’s writing #kay’s microfics

280 notes · View notes

gavisfanta · 4 months

Note

heyyy, can you do one where pedri gives flowers to the reader?

thank you if answered 🫶🏻

LOVE LANGUAGE - PEDRI

summary: pedri gives you roses

warnings: none, just fluff

a/n: school started again so I'm a bit busy but I'll try to publish more!

"Ay Pedri" Gavi yelled over to pedri who was just walking into the locker room to get changed.

"Yeah?" Pedri turned around abruptly as he looked at one of his bestfriends standing there, looking at him.

"You wanna get something to eat?" Gavi asked as Ferran also walked up to Gavi and wrapped his arms around his shoulders from behind.

"I'd be in too." Ferran said and Pedri opened the door and walked inside, Ferran and Gavi followed him just seconds later.

"I cant, I have to go home." Pedri answered while he took off his shirt.

"Oh right, he has to go home to his girlfriend." Ferran smiled a bit as he got undressed to go into the shower.

"You still haven't interduced us to her properly." Gavi noticed while also taking off his clothes and so did Pedri.

"We can go out and eat something tonight, I'll bring her too if you insist." Pedri rolled his eyes as a small grin made its wat to his face.

"Oh I do insist, I wanna know who made my hermano fall so hard for her." Gavi laughed while walking into the shower.

The three of them stayed a bit longer to play a bit more after practice.

The others had already left that also meant that they had to clean the shower, they didnt really had to but the team did it every single time to spare the cleaners some time.

After the three of them were done showering and got dressed they cleaned the shower, and then walked to the car.

"Can you give me a ride hermano?" Gavi asked as he put a hand on Pedris shoulder.

"Of course, of course." Pedri mumbled and laughed a bit, his friend still didnt have his drivers lisence.

That was the one thing that was known about Gavis and Pedris friendship, Pedri was the driver and Gavi was the passengers princess.

Gavi could easily order Taxis but that was one of the things he hated the most.

Not because he couldn't afford it but because he gave strangers his address, especially in Barcelona it was so annoying to him that he would sit in the back with his hood up begging that nobody would notice him through the window.

It was okay when it was Pedri because he was obviously used to it, but the taxi drivers were diffrent.

So Gavi stuck with Pedri as his driver.

Pedri didn't mind because when you didnt stuck with him, he was mostly bored while driving.

So now Gavi was sitting in your seat and scrolling on his phone. "How did you even meet her?" Gavi asked, interested in his bestfriends relationship he managed to hide from his teammates and the media for two months.

Pedri had told them a week ago that you two were officially together and they still wouldn't leave him alone, he wasn't mad about that, in the end he loved talking about you.

"She was my brothers friend." Pedri said and Gavi smiled a bit.

"Damn you broke the bro rule." Gavi laughed out loud.

Pedei just responded with a nod, he loved the way you two met, he still remembers every small detail of it and so did you.

3 months ago:

Tenerife was one of the most beautiful places on earth, you were convinced by that fact.

That proved itself as Fer and you were hanging out at your usual spot, Fer was sipping on a beer while you drank the Fanta in your hand.

"I never wanna leave this place." you whispered while looking at the beach in front of you, the water was calm.

"You might want to, Barcelona is even prettier." Fer said proudly, you knew exactly how he loved to brag about his Brother living in one of the most beautiful cities in spain, not only that but he also played at Barca.

You've never actually met Pedri before, everytime Pedri came home to visit his brother and his parents you left them alone. Knowing he didn't see them that often you wanted to give them some time together.

"I've never been to Barcelona before." You noticed. Fer chuckled a bit before sitting up straight.

"You could come with me, I'm going the day after tomorrow." Fer suggested and you made a face. "I know you've never met Pedri before but I'll interduce yoy and we're gonna go and watch the game." Fer explained.

You broke the eye contact and looked back at the water. "What if he won't like me?"

"He will like you, he has to like you because you are my bestfriend." Fer patted your shoulder as you nodded your head.

"Is he really that arrogant as other people say he is?" You asked ironically.

"Oh he definitely is." Fer laughed.

So soon it was time to go to Barcelona. You worked for Fers parents at their restaurant so Fer had convinced his parents to let you leave with him.

As soon as you were sitting on the plane you couldn't help but be anxious.

Pedri was very important to a lot of people, if he was like people described him, he was a complete shithole.

Three and a half hours later Fer and you arrived in Barcelona. Sooner than you knew you were infront of a very expensive looking white house.

"I'm so happy that you two will finally meet." Fer whispered to you before the door swung open and you came face to face with Pedri who wore a huge grin on his face.

"Pedri!" Fer went into a hug immediately. Pedri hugged him back and after Fer pulled away he looked at you again.

"Pedri this is my bestfriend Y/n, and I'm sure you know that this is Pedri." Fer at first turned to his brother and then to you.

As you met Pedris eyes for the first time, you expected everything but this.

He was smiling, the sun hit his face perfecy, his face looked perfect and you immediately got lost in his eyes.

"Nice to meet you," Pedri said shyly, he brought his hand closer to you, you shook his hand and looked up with a smile on your face.

You were almost surprised that you didn't hear confidence in his voice. "Nice to meet you too, I heard a lot about you."

"Good or bad things?" pedri smiled, that shy smile sent shivers down your spine.

"You wouldn't like the answer."

"Okay, well let's go inside." Fer said suddenly and then walked past Pedri, Pedri however needed two extra seconds to part his eyes from yours.

You and Fer went to watch his game the next day, it was a success l because Pedri scored.

After that game the three of you went out to party to Raphinhas house. But you were pretty bored because you didnt know anyone from there. So Pedri and you went into a McDonald's drive in.

That night, as you two were sitting in Pedris Mini, while eating the unhealthiest food on planet earth, Pedri looked into your eyes.

That was the moment he knew he had fallen in love with you, and he obviously knew that he was screwed.

The others met you as Fer's bestfriend, they looked at you as Fer's Bestfriend. But Pedri looked at you as the only girl that made him feel the things he felt at that moment.

He knew it was a bit early to say but he could already imagine having a family with you.

After it was time for you and Fer to go home Pedri begged you to stay, you didn't know at that moment why he wanted you to stay but you did.

Especially because Pedri convinced his parents to let you stay, and his brother too. He said that he wanted to show you the city. He paid for a way too expensive hotelroom for you and also paid for your flight back.

That gave the two of you 2 more weeks together.

One week before you had to go home you realized that you had feelings for him, you weren't sure if that was the case with Pedri too.

Pedri showed you every part of Barcelona, every part he could visit without getting recognized and possibly killed.

After an el clasico win at home Pedri stormed to you, you were waiting in the tunnel for him.

Pedri didn't know what was going through his mind, he just felt the adrenaline rush through his veins.

He received a lot of weird looks as he sprinted over to the tunnel. As you saw Pedri running toward you, you also didn't know what was happening.

Pedri was breathing heavily as he put his hand on your neck, caressing your jaw with his thumb. You looked at him shocked at the sudden movement. "Y/n, I know this is so so wrong, but I love you, I've loved you ever since that damn party.And- And I want you to stay here." Pedri was looking at you, his eyes sparkling while looking at you.

"I love you too." You breathed out with a smile on your face.

As soon as you said that a smile flashed up on his face immediately. In that moment he felt the adrenaline rush again and kissed you.

His soft lips on yours felt like heaven and his hands on your body felt even more like heaven.

Too bad that there were a lot of interviewers still on the field and in the background of live tv, you were seen kissing Pedri, well the other way around.

But that didn't matter as Fer flew back to Barcelona immediately.

He was fuming with anger as to why Pedri kissed his bestfriend. He liked that you amd Pedri were getting along but not this much.

In the end Pedri and you ended up together, Fer didn't agree to it at first but after about a month he accepted it.

Luckily he did.

"Thanks for the ride Pedri, see you tonight!" gavi yelled as he got out of the car and walked towards his door.

Pedri watched him walk off, he then drove off and went to the nearest store.

Meanwhile you were just waking up.

The sun was shining through the window, as the sun rays hit your exposed back you shivered.

The warmth coming from outside was really peaceful. You opened your eyes and immediately saw an empty space next to you in the bed. Pedri has already gone to training.

Somehow you managed to grab your phone from the nightstand and saw a message from your boyfriend.

"Good Morning Amor I didn't want to wake you up you were sleeping so peacefully. I'll be back as soon as i can. Te amo"

As your eyes ran across the words you smiled. Yesterday was your two months anniversary so it was a long day and also night.

You had fun, especially when you two went out to eat and then on a walk. Pedri bought you a really expensive ring and you bought him new cleats, not like he didnt had enough.

Of course Pedri got mad at you at first when he saw the expensive cleats standing in the garage but you managed to calm him down and at the end he was pretty happy about it.

You decided to stand up from the bed and be a bit productive. Walking over to his closet you chose one of his springfield shirts and pulled it over your head.

While walking down the stairs you tied your hair together into a ponytail and then went to make some breakfast for yourself.

You decided on some fried egg with bread. May seem boring but it was one of your favorite dishes.

So after you ate you put everything away again and went to watch tv. The time flew by quickly and then soon you heard the door unlock. You smiled as you stood up and waited for Pedri to get inside.

Seconds later you saw Pedri walk inside with a huge smile and a bouquet of red roses in his hand.

"Hey baby." he smiled while he looked at you. You walked over to him and pulled him into a hug straight away.

"Hello" You smiled as you put your head on his chest.

Pedri exhaled deeply as he kissed the top of your head. After you pulled away he handed you the roses he still held in his hand.

"I brought this for you." Pedri smiled widely and then you took the roses from his hand and kissed him passionately.

"Thank you so much, but what for?" You asked, looking at the red rose bouquet in your hand before looking back up at his eyes.

Pedri chuckled as he looked down at you and wrapped an arm around your shoulders as he walked next to you.

"Just to tell you that I love you." He told you and kissed your cheek.

Pedri had planned to bring you roses every day after you two started dating. Sadly that wasn't possible because he was often too tired to go to a store after practice.

He made sure to bring you roses afterwards he went home from every away game.

You were convinced that one of Pedri's love languages was giving you things.

But you didn't mind at all, in the end. You still loved him like he was the only thing on earth.

#barca #football #futbol #gavi #pablo gavi #fanfic #fc barcelona #mustread #espana #pedri x reader #pedri/gavi #pedri gonzalez #pedri smut #spain national team #barcelona spain #spain

196 notes · View notes

vanwritesfan-fiction · 4 months

Note

Jack Harlow: “ You’re kind of sexy when you’re mad.”

You were passing through the hallway by Jack's office, when the tone of his voice stopped you in your tracks. You peeked your head in the doorway, Jack's back turned toward you as he sat at his desk on the phone.

"Well, that's literally what I'm paying you to do. Are you telling me I shouldn't be?" He let out an exasperated sigh, running his fingers through his messy curls. "'cause at this point, I'm ready to fire anyone that isn't doing their fuckin' job."

It was unusual for Jack to be visibly frustrated, he was very good and remaining calm in difficult situations, and very rare that he would talk that way to any member of his team, so you knew it had to be serious.

"I told you I'd do the tour on the condition that the dates are flexible, and I'm looking at the schedule, you have me booked around pretty much every major holiday and one of my daughter's birthdays. Tell me how that's okay, John?" He leaned back in his chair, catching you out of the corner of his eye, and waiving you into the room. You shuffled over to the leather armchair, tucking your feet underneath you as you sat down.

"No. No, I don't want to have another meeting until you figure this out. " He ended the call, tossing his phone across the desk.

"Sounds like the tour prep is going well", you gave him a cheeky smile, Jack flaring his nostrils in frustration. "There isn't gonna be a fuckin' tour if everyone can't get their shit together." His tone was laced with anger, his jaw flexing as his phone started to ring again. You could see the rage flash in his blue eyes, his body starting to tense up.

"Are you gonna answer that?" You were pushing his buttons to lighten the mood and get him out of his own head, but it wasn't working. He turned his phone off, shoving it in his pocket. "Stop it. I'm not in the mood." He looked over at you, his face softening as he realized he was taking his frustrations out on an innocent party. "Please. I'm stressed enough."

"Okay, you're right. I'm sorry. What's the problem?" Jack pinched the bridge of his nose, starting to feel an oncoming headache. "Do you know where my glasses are?" You directed him to the bottom drawer of his desk, where you always put a pair of his glasses so he could easily find them. He slipped them on, rapidly blinking as his vision adjusted.

"They booked me to do two shows back to back, and one of them is on B's birthday." He turned to his computer to go through the schedule.

"Ok, we'll celebrate her birthday in whatever city it is. The girls love traveling to see you, and you know they love spending the night in a fancy hotel." You shrugged, offering him a simple solution. "And, I've got a performance scheduled for Thanksgiving, so we can't go to your parent's house this year."

"Thank god, I really didn't wanna go anyway." You let out a small giggle, hoping it would make Jack at least crack a smile, but he was stone faced. "Can you stop doing that?" He narrowed his eyes at you. "Doing what?"

"Offering solutions to my problems. I'm trying to be pissed right now." You could see that his resolve was weakening, so you stood, taking a seat on his lap, your hand finding the curls at the back of his neck.

"Oh, okay. How about this?" You scrunched your face up tight, pretending to be upset. "Jack how dare you miss your daughter's birthday due to a situation completely out of your control?" Jack scoffed, a smile finally breaking on his face.

"Better?" You grabbed at his jaw, pressing a kiss to his lips.

"Better", he mumbled against your mouth, puckering his lips to signal he wanted another kiss.

"Jack, whatever we have to do to make the tour work, we'll do, okay? I know how important it is to you." You rose to your feet, grabbing his hands and interlacing your fingers. "Ugh, I guess. Sorry for being a jackass."

"Its okay, I know you didn't mean it. Besides, you're kind of sexy when you're mad." You admitted, biting at your bottom lip. "Damn, does yelling turn you on? Cause I can yell", Jack chuckled, pulling you back into his lap. "Oh, I know. Its not the yelling, its just how in charge you sounded over the phone." You pushed the curls around his face back, your eyes glazing over with lust.

Jack frantically pulled his phone out. "You wanna listen to me fire someone? I'll do it right now." You giggled, kissing his forehead and standing up to walk out of the room.

"Babe, I'm serious. Just say the word."

#jack harlow #jackman thomas harlow #jackharlow #jackman harlow #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow fanfic

229 notes · View notes

meguemii · 5 months

Text

Throwing Rocks at Your Window.

Synopsis- in which you and your boyfriend satoru gojo and you have a silly argument but you have to go home quickly before saying goodbye to him and you end up getting your phone taken away for a week. Satoru shows up at your window because you haven’t been responding to his texts and calls.

Warnings- A very small cut in your forehead, nothing crazy. FLUFF AND SILLY CRY BABY GOJO.

word count- 1.8k

navigation station🚉.

gojo satoru’s playlist🎧. (kinda angsty LOL)

Emi’s notes- you guys know i literally never proofread my works. this is such an american romcom LOL.

You had been hanging out with everyone on a friday afternoon after school grabbing food and doing some shopping. It was pretty hot for a spring day and you had been talking with Shoko and Haibara about a show you guys watch. The other two were teasing Nanami about stupid stuff. After stuffing your face for 10 minutes and laughing you ass off, your throat started to get dry. Asking your oh so sweet and loving boyfriend to grab you a drink so you could keep talking with your friends. “Get it yourself you rat” he replied in a sassy tone because of course you HAD to date a sassy man. “Satoru Gojo, i’m literally be parched don’t be a jerk!” you retorted as crossed your arms with a ‘hmph’ “Yes Satoru, go get the love and light of your life a soda” Suguru mocked him. Nanami also chimed in telling Gojonto be a gentleman.Gojo rolled his eyes telling nanami to shut up and once again told you to get it yourself “stop being a lazy mole rat and get yourself a drink” he stuck his tongue out at you like a child and you rolled your eyes. “Screw you Satoru” you said slumping in your chair. “I can get you something to drink” Haibara offered and you turned him down with a smile saying it was okay.

Checking your phone as it buzzed notifying you that you had gotten a text. ‘Get your butt home!’ from your mother. “Oh here we go.” you huffed as you collected your things saying your goodbyes and that you had to go, quickly scurrying off to get home and see what your mom was mad at you for.

“Where’s she going?” Gojo asked as he watched you leave. “She’s pissed and said she didn’t want to be near you” Shoko chuckled evilly as she stirred the pot, out of love of course. Any chance to scare Gojo she would take in a heartbeat. He started to feel bad about it and texted you an apology quickly after.

You arrived home to find your parents at the kitchen table seeing a pack of smokes and a lighter laying on the table, mumbling a small “shit” under your breathe. “Y/N M/N L/N, Care to explain?” Your mother asked with a ticked off look on her face. Trying to find a million excuses in a matter of milliseconds, “They’re Ieri’s, she left them here the other day when she spent the night. I swear.” Crossing your heart hoping she’d believe your lie, as well as to try and prove your false innocence. “Grounded. Hand me your phone.” your father said flatly. “But I told you they weren’t mine!”you protested just as any teenager in trouble would. “Even if they are Ieri’s why would you let her leave them here?” your mother asked as she pinched the bridge of her nose in disappointment. “She was literally supposed to sleepover this weekend and said she’d grab them then!” another excuse, you were on a roll! “Give them back on monday. I never want to see another cigarette in this home unless it’s your father’s.” you grumbled in anger handing over your phone and retreating to your room. “I’m calling Ieri and tellingnl her your sleepover is canceled! You’re not going anywhere for a week!” you heard your mother shout from the kitchen. “Whatever!” you shouted back.

Great. Now you’d be bored all weekend without any human interaction besides speaking to your parents. Maybe you’d catch up on your actual schoolwork since you couldn’t train.

Entertaining yourself with music from your ipod, and reading all weekend. You couldn’t help but snort to yourself recalling friday afternoon and that stupid argument you had with Satoru, you wondered if he missed you or if he wondered where you’ve been all weekend as it was a sunday night.

Little did you know that he was panicked and distraught all weekend thinking you were ignoring him because you were actually mad. You guys had ‘fought’ and then you ran off and started ignoring his text messages and calls all going straight to voicemail. “C’mon Y/N pick up” he whined as he dragged out the ‘p’. “Hi this is Y/N! Can’t talk right now! Leave a message but only if it’s worth listening to!” That was literally the only thing he’s heard you say all weekend. A prerecorded message, he even called your house phone and your dad picked up saying to leave her alone which really scared him. Did you tell your parents you hated him?

He quicking dialled Suguru’s number, waiting forever for him to pick up. A groggy voice picked up the phone “Satoru it’s 11:45pm on a sunday night. what could you possibly need?” He said while yawning making it clear that he had been woken up. “Have you heard from

Y/N?” he frantically asked. “No? We never text or call, I don’t even think I have her number saved. Is that all you need? Because if so I am going back to sleep. Do not disturb my slumber again.” Satoru scoffed at Suguru’s attitude. “Okay for starters don’t be rude. Secondly she hasn’t been answering me at all this weekend and I called her home phone and her dad told me to leave her alone!” He whined, god he was such a baby. “She hates you man. Maybe you should have gotten her that drink.” he teased his crybaby friend. “Dude I’m being serious. What if she hates me and wants to break up? What do I do?” He cried out clearly scared his girlfriend *does* hate him. “I don’t know man, maybe she wants you to apologize in person. Girl’s like that romantic shit.” Gojo threw himself backwards into his bed as he sighed in frustration with himself. How could he be so stupid? All she wanted was a drink and he couldn’t even get that for her? what a joke. he thought to himself and thanked Suguru saying that was a good idea and saying a quick goodnight before hanging up and getting ready to leave.

It was around midnight and you were so close to falling asleep, to the point your music would cut out as you drifted only to snap back awake and started hearing it again and something else, sounded like something got knocked over in your room. Freaking out and sitting up while reaching to turn your lamp on, you heard it again. Something was hitting your window. Was it a curse?? Was there a curse outside of your house? You groaned in annoyance as you got up, tossing your ipod and headphones somewhere and scuffled over to check your window while pretty much tripping over your feet to see what was outside, pulling your curtains. Without actually checked you whipped your window open and yelled “are you serious right n-“ SMACK. A rock flew straight at your face and collided with your forehead. Stumbling backwards and rubbing your poor forehead, positive you had the indent of a rock there. An “Oh shit!” could be heard from outside. Of course It was your idiot boyfriend throwing rocks at your window.

Marching right back to where you were previously standing at your window. “Are you kidding me right now?!” Looking down to see the white haired teen looking up sheepishly at you. Staring down in disbelief, had he really walked to your house in the middle of the night to throw rocks at your face? “Can we talk?” he shouted up you, his face full of concern. “I wanted to apologize!” You laughed at him “You wanted to show up at my house in the middle of the night to throw a rock at my face only so you could say sorry?” you joked with him. You weren’t mad, more so amused.

“What? No! I wanted to apologize for making you hate me! I don’t want you to dump me! I should have gotten you a soda the other day, and I clearly upset you because you’re mad at me!” You paused and tried to stifle your laughter. He did this because he thought you were actually mad at him about that? ‘He’s such a poor soul’ you thought to yourself. He looked like he rushed over here, his hair was disheveled, his shoes were unlaced and he was wearing weird halloween pyjama pants. What a sight to see, if you had your phone, you’d take a photo.

“I don’t hate you and I don’t want to break up!— hold on let me come down and explain!” Quickly and quietly creeping through the halls of your home to get outside, passing your parents room you closed their door quietly. Throwing on your shoes and running outside to greet the boy, you were immediately met with a bear hug as he buried his head into the crook of your neck thanking you for not breaking up with him. You smiled and patted the back of his head while giggling. This was so funny to you.

He finally pulled away as you playfully smiled at him. “I got grounded and my parents took away my phone, that’s why I haven’t been answering you.” His mouth immediately falling into the shape of an ‘O’. “And I left because I got a text from my mom telling me to come home.” you finished your story, wasn’t a very long one but it cleared up the misunderstanding. “How long are you grounded for?” he asked, hoping you’d say only for the weekend. “A week” you sighed and hung your head low in a dramatic shame. Satoru groaned in annoyance and flicked your head. “Moron. Try not to get in trouble anymore.”

And that was that, the two of you talked as you sat in the front yard just talking and staring up at the stars. Satoru explained how he had been worried all weekend and what mental torture he had been going through. It was probably around 2am now and you had said your good nights and that you’d see each other in a few hours. “I love you Satoru.” You said as you hugged him goodnight, he kissed your forehead and said goodnight as well, adding a ‘rat’ at the end teasing you, and you stuck your tongue out watching him as he walked away waving bye to you. Smiling to yourself as you walked back into your house. Kicking your shoes off and quietly creeping back to your room, unaware your parent’s door was now open. Opening your own door to see your mother sitting on your bed with her arms crossed. “Make that 3 weeks.” you groaned and through your head back.

Bonus!

You walked into school late as you had gotten no sleep as you had gotten a lecture from your mom about sneaking out especially when you were already in trouble. The bags under your eyes looked like a literal black hole. You opened the classroom door being greeted by Yaga with a “you’re late L/N. Go sit down.” shuffling over to your seat and leaning over to Satoru’s desk you whispered “make that 3 weeks” which resulted in him standing up and frantically yelling about how that’s not fair.

WOWOWOW— WHO KNEW I WAS ACTUALLY BACK TO POSTING MORE THAN ONCE A MONTH AGAIN?!!?! me when i have time on my hands🧍‍♀️

Silly gojo, what a meanie. (¬_¬) we stan him either way. I always hope my fics are good, i haven’t written anything for gojo in a long time and i crave silly blue eyes man constantly. lmk if you wanna see more of him >w<

reblogs and comments are vv appreciated ٩( 'ω' )و

much love, emi!🩷

tags- feel free to ask to be added ! :3

@kasumitenbaz

#emi’s archive ┆彡 #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk x reader #jjk fluff #jujutsu kaisen x reader #gojo x yn #gojo satoru headcanons #gojo oneshot #jjk oneshot #jujutsu kaisen x yn #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jujutsu kaisen one shot #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru one shot #i love him #he’s so silly #silly jjk

286 notes · View notes

whowantslovergirl · 10 months

Note

Kevin Ball x daughter reader ?

An: YESYESYESYES btw this is not a biological daughter so you can be yourself 💖💖😍😍💋💖😍🤓💖🤧 hope you enjoy my lovers 🤍

The Balls

Kevin ball x daughter! reader (THIS IS PLATONIC WE DONT DO THAT INCEST SHIT HERE but reader is female with she/her pronouns 🤭)

warnings: just cursing and suggestive cause its kev and reader is in a secret relationship with lip (just wanted to add that in) and that’s it hope you enjoy my lovers 🤍 miscellaneous masterlist

Summary: Cute moments with Kev and his daughter

posted: June 18,2023

first time you snuck out for a party:

You were walking downstairs to see your dad and your stepmom V dancing and making out in the kitchen. You make fake gagging noises. They turn around to see you.

“Blah! You guys are disgusting.” You say while laughing and getting something to eat out of the fridge.

“Ohhh but Y/N you are going experience this ‘disgustingness’ sooner or later.” Your dad said while going next to you to steal your bread. “Hey give me my bread back!” V laughs while seeing this cute little moment between you two. While you guys are chasing each other your phone buzzed.

V heard this. “Ooo who’s texting us?” She said with a smile. You check your phone. “Oh it’s just my friend Maddie-.”

“Ughh is that the weird one with all the piercings?” Kev asked while being disgusted.

“No that’s Mandy babe.” V answered for you.

“Hey back to my text. Anyway it’s just her asking to go to a party together but don’t worry I’m not going.”

“Hey what! Why aren’t you going?” Kev asked. You just shrugged. “I don’t like parties. I sneak out every time you guys have one in the bar.”

“With who?”

“Li- Liza…” It was Lip but they don’t have to know that. They both narrowed their eyes at you but didn’t say anything. “I’m going to the Gallaghers for a little bit.” They both nodded and you walked to your neighbors.

_____

You were in Lip’s room just talking and giggling with each other. “You know if my parents ask you anything about me sneaking out of the bar that one night, I snuck out with Liza ok?” He just nodded with a confused look on his face. “Do you wanna go to a party later tonight?” You nodded and realized that you already told your parents that you weren’t going.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing it’s just I told them that I wasn’t going.”

“Just sneak out.”

_____

As you were sneaking in after the party, you see your dad under a light.

“I thought you weren’t going to that party Y/N?”

fuck

“Ok before you get mad Liza convinced me and-.” You cut yourself off when your dad held up his hand. “I’m so proud of my little girl!” He got up and squeezed you in a hug. You are so confused. “You’re not mad?”

“No! Wait did you have sex of any kind?”

“No dad!”

“Then I’m not mad!”

when they find out you have a boyfriend:

You guys were sitting in the living room watching tv. And you get a text. You check to see who it is and it’s Lip saying and showing some dirty stuff. You giggle and put your phone face down. V saw this and nudged Kev.

“Why are smiling at your phone Y/N? Who’s texting us?” V asked with a smirk on her face.

“Nothing just Liza sent something funny.”

“Well can we see?” Kev asked.

“No it’s an inside joke.” You said while giggling.

They made a face at each other. You can hear them whispering and your dad gets up to the kitchen. “Y/N can you help me in the kitchen?! I need help!”

As you were getting up V got your phone, put in your password and saw ‘L ❤️’

“This picture definitely is not from a girl.” She whispered to herself.

You turn around since it was way too quiet and you see V on your phone. “Hey!” You run over and snatch your phone. “You have a boyfriend!”

“Oh my god my babygirl has a boyfriend!” Kev said while cheering.

Then you got bombarded with questions.

“Do we know him?”

“No he’s from the north side.”

Then the questions got worse.

“Oh my god you have a rich boyfriend!”

“Does he buy you stuff?”

Why did he have to send that?

when they find out the boyfriend is Lip:

Since your parents were out at the bar. You guys were in your room, making out and smiling at each other. “So they know you have a boyfriend now. What did you tell them?”

“Well I said that he’s from north side and my dad calls you you my rich hot daddy boyfriend.” He let out a little laugh. “And he’s right except for the rich part.” You laugh at the face he makes.

“Now let’s stop talking and keep making out with each other.” You lean in and he smiles into the kiss.

“What the fuck.”

You guys jumped off each other.

“Lip is the rich hot daddy boyfriend?!” Your dad yelled. He ran out to tell V.

“V come in Y/N’s room!”

She ran in and gasped. “Lip?!”

This is the worst.

An: HEYEYEYEYEYE guys ik y’all probably are like ‘this bitch said they were gonna be posting then haven’t posted’ SO IM SORRY im rewriting shocked and scared bc it was fucking terrible but until i post again my lovers 🤍 *hint: it’s a surprise* (i have no idea)

#my lovers on top #shameless #shameless x reader #kevin ball #veronica fisher #daughter reader #kevin x daughter reader

606 notes · View notes

night-dazai · 2 months

Text

Ex's -FWB (Gojo x Reader X Geto)

Summary: You have dated both of them and fucked both of them individually but what if you get the chance to fuck them at the same time?

Tags warnings: sex, pron with little plot, female reader, vagina fucking, tit fucking, nipple pulling and slapping, stepping on, rough sex, threesome.

I wrote this at 1 am and I am so sorry I took so long for this plus if you find any mistakes, I would like to say sorry and if any mistakes let me know will make sure to correct them in the next works. Thank you.

It was the same normal night, the four teachers and adults sat in your house drinking wine while chatting mostly Gojo chatting on and Utahime arguing back as you and Geto watched like parents.

“I am so used to people arguing I will never find it amusing again, “ you said sipping your wine while Geto laughed “ kinda true “

Gojo turned his frowning face towards you, these nights when it is just you guys relaxing he does not wear blind or any glasses “Huh!” he said in a high-pitched voice mouth pulled up in smug annoyance “Well then what will amuse you “ he asked trying to sound like a gangster.

You and Geto could not hold in the giggles as Gojo imitated his high school self “Well cause I hear this fight same fight as to what series is good every weekend and you still want me to find people fighting amusing or even a bit interesting “ you said shrugging your shoulders.

Geto joined “True, at max annoyed is what we will feel “ he said taking a bite of the expensive cheese. All 3 special grade soccer and one semi-grade 1 all rich people unwinding on a weekend after hard work.

Utahime wanted to add on when her phone rang disturbing the playful fight seeing the caller ID made her face curl up with annoyance with disgust “That guy..” she mumbled as Gojo took her personal space towering over her head “The great MR. fucked up ?” he said in a mocking tone “ shut it, you aint any better “ she spat at him and cut the call.

Your conversations were interrupted by Utahime’s phones ringing continuously and after a point she turned it off and in a few seconds your phones rang “Hello?” you asked answering Megumi.

Your face frowned in anger after talking for a minute “Leave them alone we are coming “ you said and went silent the next second balling your fists you spoke again “She. will. Come “You cut the call.

Anger is visible in your action “The kids in school are being troubled by your ex, and they are scared to do anything to him cause he is a normal human plus he has been pulling at Nobara and Megumi is pissed “.

Utahime said nothing finishing her glass she took her phone and bag kissed you and Geto a goodbye “ fuck off” to Gojo and rushed out as you shouted “ If you want us , call “ and all she did was wave back before closing the front door.

The lovely peaceful time you guys have every Sunday is broken “tch” Geto murmured but due to the complete silence, it was heard loud and clear. “Oi, don't get so mad I thought she was your ex? “Gojo said playing with a grape near his lip.

“She is but she is still my friend and that's the guy no matter how much I told her she choose that piece of shit and now the school is troubled “he ran his hand through his thick locks untangling two knots.

“Well, then have you guys wondered one thing “ you say grabbing their attention and trying to distract yourself from the annoyed feeling “We all have dated each other but still manage to be such lovely friends” Your smile so pure not like your thoughts (for now ).

Gojo and Geto stare at you for 2 seconds blinking and suddenly burst out laughing “Wha..what” you asked confused by their sudden behaviours “Well sweetheart, lovely friends? your boobs are sure my friends “ Gojo said laughing to his heart's content “When she broke up with him I was the one comforting her that night “Geto said smirking.

You blinked, confused “Is it the wine and beer we had before ? or are they drunk? “ you thought (yep! both are drunk out of their minds , while you still have some rationality left. ) “You are saying you are still close to me cause of my body ?” the answer was obvious but you wanted an answer.

Was the alcohol getting to your head not sure but you felt hot, geto had his chin on his hand which rested gracefully on his knee “Well not sure what do you think ?” he asked voice oozing with lust “Well I sure am gonna say yes” Gojo said spreading his legs open leaning back. Both were dominating the room and you felt suffocated …but it felt good.

How long has it been since you were in a relationship? how long has it been since you last touched your pussy? Maybe…

You got up and opened your glass window revealing the beautiful city lights “The city where we all are, we protect it, we created it and why not show it something new “ you said turning with a sly look.

You were nervous about what you were about to do, you were so sober you were thinking of excuses you would say in the morning. Having slept with Gojo and Geto individually you know how the fuck you soo good like the slut you wanted to be treated as.

You removed the knot of your floral frock letting it open like a bathroom “Good thing I wore this dress” you thought. You could notice their smiles getting bigger and so did their eyes scanning you “Why not try …” your bra is removed “ new and “ your panties thrown where your other clothes are “ fun” You were on the floor pinching your nipples and legs wide open “ not interested?” you asked voice low and soft you knew both liked it that way.

Geto leaned back smiling “Well first let's see how the dog wants to be treated, “ he said removing his belt, “What a sight Utahime missed a nice time”, Gojo said getting up and moving closer to you “Well well this is a sight suguu look at this bitch cunt leaking”. His legs brushed your slit, making you flinch and whimper.

It's been so long it felt so good you pinched your nipples hard when Gojo pushed his foot at your entrance with force “Like getting stepped on?” he kneeled and spread your folds with his hands “Hello been a while since I came here “ he said fingers running up and down but never going in like you wanted. “Beg,” Gojo whispered in your ear got up and went back to his seat releasing his hard cock “Come on here, princess “

As you crawled to him on all fours you noticed that Suguruhas already has his cock out and stroking it the tip flushed red “Be a good girl and serve him “ he said leaning back.

No matter how much of a strong person you were with the curses you had always had someone to take charge in your relationship life, none of your partners could do it but these two did it so well, maybe a bit too well and it affected your work.

“But what can go wrong with just casual sex ?” you thought and nuzzled your face on Gojo’s tigh “Go on, “ he said as you started licking and massaging his balls. The scent of the dick you missed made your head mushy “Wow you really like this don't you ?” his white hair stuck to his forehead as he licked his lips pushing your head further down.

Your windpipe felt hot and tiny keeping your hands on his thighs you kept breathing through your nose “Let her breathe Satoru “ Geto’s gentle voice made you open your eyes “ MUH!” you yelped with your mouth stuffed with a dick as your ass turned red under the impact of his hand “ lift “ he ordered.

You got on all fours shaking your ass as his hands gripped it with a bruising hold “It has been soo long “ he said rubbing the tip on the clit making you see stars. You were throbbing yet having your mouth stuffed itself felt too full now, you tried to push against his abdomen “Nah princess” he said grabbing your hands and locking them on your small back.

There is not much of a height difference but you did kinda look small compared to them, his tip slipped slowly into you stretching the tight cunt while your mouth was being abused with Gojo’s strong thrust as he searched his high.

“Ahhh~ so good, you have no idea how I missed this dirty slut “ he said pushing the snow-white strands of hair from his wet forehead “Deeper baby going to cum “ he purred thrusts getting sloppier. Your jaw hurt but little did that matter when Geto was busy thrusting his hips at a rough pace.

His grip on your hand had you in one place unable to move you just let them take you any way they wanted, mouth drooling with pre-cum and drool, pussy dripping with your cum and juices “Come on girl you have cum once now wait “ he said in a threatening voice sending shivers down your spine.

“Don't spill “ the white-haired man above you said before shooting his load down your throat. The thick salty substance flowed down your warm neck “Wow, your skills are not rusty at all “ he smirked.

His long pale fingers snaked to your clit as his friend's dick abused, he started rubbing your clit at the same time while pinching your nipples the calloused hands felt soo rough but yet good on your soft skin.

“Ge..geto~” you mumbled almost in a whisper “Yeah dear”, his sweat-dripping face with his long black hair loose just made you want to cum on the spot but being the good girl you were you asked for permission “No dear not yet, “ he said at the same time Satour pinched your clit hard making you yelp.

“Come on listen to him “ he murmured rubbing soothing circles making you moan feeling you high close “Please” you begged again “Change “ Geto mumbled and in a second you were leaning back on the chair satour once sat with your legs spread open while your hole is empty.

You were high lost and the feeling of hands on you lost “Why.~” you asked in a whiny voice “Open “ Gojo ordered pumping his shaft at your entrance “Good girl “ he mumbled going in one go. It was thick and long, you could never get used to it “I am going to get more condoms “ Geto said pulling his pants up again as Gojo just nodded his head in acknowledgement.

TIME SKIP

How many times have you come? no idea? Pain? pleasure? not sure, no you wanted dick and dick was all you could think, Gojo was thrusting at a rough pace while ghetto used your soft plush tits to rub more of your cum on his dick.

Your whole body was covered in cum and sweat as the two had their way with you, your eyes rolling back, tongue out hanging while the thrusts did not stop “Focus love” Geto brought you back by pinching your nipples hard.

At this point they felt kinda painful yet there was a kind of pleasure in the numb feeling you moaned “ she last her voice. “ Gojo asked in a mocking tone looking down at you. After a few more thrusts he shoots his load in, your walls still somehow could clench around him grunting he pulled out and watched “Ohh ~~”.

Body bruised in purpler and red hickeys and hand marks, cum and sweat covered your soft skin you lay on the carpeted floor panting trying to focus your eyes, unable to they closed as you went into to sleep. Your surroundings are covered in your discarded clothes and used condoms.

Seeing your breath even out both smiled “She must be very tired, fucking her raw was a bit too much I even bought the condoms “ Geto said carrying you in princess style to the bathroom with Gojo at his heel “Well yeah we fucked her good “ he said still looking at the leaking cum covering your cunt and ass in white “ enough we went too rough on her “ his friend warned him as.

After cleaning you and putting you in your bed “I think we know what we are now right ?” Gojo asked drying his hair “Yeah, maybe we should have fucked her soon?” Geto asked looking at you with his chin resting on his hands, his long black hair loose “She sure was a good slut “ he murmured kissing your forehead “Good night princess “.

137 notes · View notes