#went and got a girlfriend just to throw them off track
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can you do like reader is mad at paige n paige yk the attitude right outta her?
CERTAINLY I CAN!!!!
⋆·˚ ༘ *𓍢ִ໋₊˚*ੈ♡⸝⸝🪐༘⋆𖡎 are you done yet? ,,
paige bueckers x fem!reader
you’ve been wanting to leave this club for the past hour.
the crowd was large when you got here, but since then it’s only grown. the air is hot and tacky, causing you to stick to each person you pass. it was nasty really, even worse on the dance floor.
your feet were aching and the lace from your top was scratching against your chest, only adding to your discomfort. a sheen layer of sweat covered your skin from head to toe and it seemed everyone else was experiencing the same thing.
you were just leaving the dance floor, jostling around larger bodies to get to the bar where you last saw your girlfriend. she had been talking to some guy about basketball when you’d left, but now she’s replaced her company for a woman around your age. you were slightly jealous and definitely angry. she had barely paid you any mind within the past hour, constantly occupying herself with other people. even after you tugged on her hand and asked her so nicely if the two of you could just go home.
that was an hour ago though. your desire to leave only grew in the time frame, as well as your annoyance.
you walked straight to paige, trying to find your balance among the numerous bodies. there wasn’t really a chair available, so you opted for leaning against her, one hand at the back of her neck and the other adjusting your top.
“hi baby-“
“can we go?” the abruptness of your question shocked paige. her eyebrows raised and she gave you a ‘really?’ look. you’re deadpanning though, attitude written across your face in neon bold lettering. if she wouldn’t take your hints earlier, you’d stop dropping them.
she’s pulling you between her and the bar and onto her lap. though it relieves the aching in your legs and feet, it’s not really what you wanted. she’s leaning up, lips just behind your ear and muttering a quick “don’t be a brat.”
you roll your eyes at that, finding her antics absolutely ridiculous. you’d been here with her all night, letting her enjoy herself while you suffered. you usually didn’t mind going out and having some fun; the club tonight had been too packed for you though. everywhere you went, every time you turned around, there was someone within whispering distance to you.
at this point, you stop considering the consequences of your actions. you grab her car keys out of her pocket and leave the club. paige is absolutely flabbergasted, excusing herself and following behind you with haste. she feels her body grow hot with anger watching you walk away from her without so much as a look back.
why were you so pissed?
her stride is much longer than yours so she’s catching up to you in no time. she grabs your wrist and her keys simultaneously, turning you around and stopping you in your tracks.
“what the hell is your problem? hm?” she emphasizes her point with the tight grip on hour jaw, staring straight at you. you’re both tipsy, you more so than her, and it throws your usual rationality out the window. you push her away from you, watching with satisfaction as she stumbles back a step.
she makes you so angry but fuck does she look good. you’re scoffing right to her face and doing it loudly. as though her feelings are ludicrous, completely irrelevant and wrong.
“my problem?! you know what- whatever. you stay here if you want. i’ll walk home. need a break from you anyway.”
if you had left the last part off, paige wouldn’t have been as mad as she was. in all honesty, she would’ve just taken you home peacefully after giving you a kiss and apologizing for keeping you here so long. but, you did add the last part. you looked your girlfriend in the face and told her you were tired of her.
“say that again, i dare you.” her tone is taunting and you know it’s a trap, but you do it anyway.
“you’re getting on my nerves and i need a break from you.” you’re punctuating every word, but little do you know it’s only fueling your girlfriend.
as soon as you say it you’re being pushed into the backseat of her car. she’s climbing in after you, closing the door as she tries so desperately to fit her frame into the small space. paige pulls her loose hairs into a bun, leaning over you once she’s finished.
“wanna act so fucking tough and mean- gonna get rid of your attitude baby. till all you can say is my name.”
“i bet you couldn’t.”
oh. challenge accepted.
your skirt is hiked up, panties pulled to the side as paige prods you with her fingers. she notices the way the street lamp makes your cunt shine from your wetness, smirking at your situation. she’s knees deep into the backseat, pushing two fingers into you at once.
you cry out at the new and sudden stretch. she doesn’t give you time before her fingers thrust roughly in and out of you at a brutal pace. they’re curling inside of you, already finding the spot that makes your back arch to heaven.
“you like that?” you say nothing, make no motion of acknowledgement. smoke is blowing from her ears at this point, not able to believe how stubborn you’re being right now, even as she plunges her fingers into your sopping wet cunt. your silence only motivates her to speed up, because sure, you didn’t say any words, but your loud moans spoke for you. your body is so responsive to paige, it always has been. every time she touches you, you lean into it. every time she kisses you, you’re chasing her lips when she pulls away.
just like right now. the way your core tightens and she feels it, moving away and watching your hips follow her fingers when she denies you your orgasm. you’re protesting, begging for her to continue and cryimg out her name like a chant. your hair is already a mess and your girlfriend’s heart pounds, using every bit a restraint to stop herself from giving into your pleas.
“are you done being a brat yet?”
“paige-“
“apologize and i’ll let you cum, how does that sound?” she’s rubbing and kissing your thighs, watching the way you squirm at the proposal.
even from her position between your legs she sees the battle you’re having with yourself. she almost thinks for a moment you’ll brave the storm and say no, but deep down she knows there’s only one option for you. she can tell by the way you push your hips into her face.
“i’m sorry paigey. i was.. fuck- i wasn’t being nice. i’m sorry for being mad and giving you attitude.” your voice is weak and it’s turning her on so much to hear you like this, begging for her completely. she doesn’t know how genuine your apology actually is, but she doesn’t care either.
her tongue twirls your clit, gentle and slow to tease you. it’s excruciating, the feeling making you screw your eyes shut as your mouth falls open. you’re moaning her name out too, just like she said you would be.
she’s sucking on your clit now, toying with it and gauging your different reactions to different movements. she knows what you like already (nearly everything from her) but the look of pure ecstasy on your face will never get old. you grind your hips down onto her face, desperate to find your release. you can feel it tightening in your stomach and making your head spin, but just as quickly as it came, it’s being ripped away from you.
paige is sitting upright now, readjusting your clothes and wiping around her chin where she feels the remains of you. she’s licking her fingers and lips clean, staring at your shocked expression, one singular tear rolling down your cheek.
“what’s wrong baby?”
“you said-“
“should’ve thought about it better honey. i’m jus’ giving you space since you’re so tired of me. just like you wanted right?”
you don’t miss her shit-eating grin as she leaves the backseat. she plops into the driver’s seat, glancing back at you momentarily. she places a hand on your thigh and it makes you jolt at the sensitivity, legs aching more now than they were before.
“i hope it’s everything you wished for and more.”
*♡∞:｡.｡˚. ✦.˳·˖✶ ⋆.✧̣̇˚.‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾
paige is sassy and mean but what’s new??!
anyways, hope you enjoyed 😘
#paige buckets#paige bueckers#uconn wbb#paige bueckers smut#paige bueckers x reader#uconn huskies#uconn women’s basketball
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keep me safe by cub sport is such a buddie song (eddiecoded)
#sami rambles#went and got a girlfriend just to throw them off track#its driving me mad losing everybody but i dont really feel that sad#on fire since december so wild how i remember#so far in my mind#'cause I'm thinking 'bout forever#i'm tired#such a pretender#so hot but more tender#so far in my heart#keep keep keep me safe
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matt sturniolo and y/n being cute for 6 minutes straight
matt sturniolo x reader
summary: a compilation of cute moments between matt and his girlfriend, caught on camera
warnings: none
☼ you and the triplets had decided to take a trip to hawaii for a week vacation. the boys were vlogging for their channel in the airport when nick panned over to you and matt sitting side by side sharing a pair of headphones.
“matt how do you feel about going back to hawaii?” nick asked. as matt seaming didn’t hear what he said, you squeezed his hand you were holding pausing the music that was playing for you two.
you were about to slip your had out of matt’s when he grabbed it again using his other hand to pull your chair closer to his. “we’re very excited nick, aren’t we baby.” he said glancing between you and the camera
“i’m excited to eat really good food and be really tan”
“and i’m excited to see y/n in a bikini” matt replied as you jokingly slapped his chest.
matt looked at you again as he began to smother your face in kisses and you giggled.
“and that’s enough of those two” nick said turning to chris instead.
☼ you had just fallen asleep when the boys started filming for their new wednesday video. you had come over to hangout with matt. deciding you didn’t want to run to the grocery store with them, you quickly found comfort in matt’s bed.
“chris, can you read off the recipe?” nick asked, trying to find measuring spoons. the triplets were filming another cooking video for this week, and they didn’t have the best track record with making things the right way.
“nick, i don’t know what the fuck any of this means. why can’t you just read it and i’ll measure?”
“matt what are you doing? why aren’t you mixing the ingredients?” nick asked. he was starting to feel annoyed at the idea of making these muffins from scratch.
“can’t we just ask y/n for help? she’s good at this kind of stuff” chris explained trying to get his brothers attention. “fine chris just go get her”
chris walked into matt’s room, and seeing you asleep he thought nothing of it and woke you. “y/n, we need help baking for our video.” he then walked out assuming you would follow.
you quickly woke up throwing on one of matt’s hoodies and made your way to the kitchen. nick was the first to notice you and how you looked slightly lethargic from not being fully awake yet. “chris did you wake her up or something? why would you do that?” this caught matt’s attention and he quickly took in your current state.
“chris!” matt slightly exclaimed. he turned to you and walked you both to what he thought was out of the camera frame. he quickly pulled you into a hug “i didn’t know you were sleeping otherwise i would’ve never let him bother you. are you okay being in the video quick… cause if not you can go back to sleep. i’m really sorry for waking you”
“no no. chris didn’t know. it’s okay matt, i don’t mind” matt then grabbed your his hoodie pocket pulling you over to the table. nick went on to explain what the boys had done so far and asked if you could be there to double check their work. matt kept a comforting hand on your back as he stood beside you, and he kissed your head occasionally as you scolded chris on the messed up measurements he was adding.
☼ matt was doing a quick stream when you arrived at the boy’s house. you just got off work and all you wanted was to see matt and tell him you loved him.
silently you walked into matt’s room trying not to disturb him as you walked over. “hi baby! how was your day?” matt said pushing one side of his headset off his ear.
streaming would never stop him from giving you all the attending in the world. he loved showing you off. he pulled you over to his desk. “look guys, y/n just got here. look at how pretty she looks.” he gave you the biggest hug pulling you up into him. he gave you as kiss not caring that the chat was going wild over how cute you two were.
“can i sit with you?” you brushed a piece of hair out of his eyes. without hesitating he sat the two of you down on his desk chair. you guys talked with the chat for a little bit before matt grabbed his controller going back to the game he was playing.
you sat there contently stealing little glances at him, which didn't go unnoticed by the fans.
☼ nick was having one of his moments where he was very active on snapchat. he was answer everyones questions when all of a sudden, unbeknown to nick, you and matt were caught cuddling in the back of one of his pictures.
his messages were soon flooded with comments about the two of you and how cute you were.
nick shortly became disgusted with all the girls making comments on you and his brother. he passed his phone over to you to make a statement on the situation.
"hi guys, y/n here. nick gave me his phone to talk to you all. yes, matt is here, and yes we are cuddling." you began to giggle at how insane you felt. matt lifted his head from your chest at the movement, giving a shut eye smile to the camera.
chats started coming in specifically directed to you this time. you tried to answer as many as you could, but most were just saying how they love you and how matt always looks so "babygirl" when he's you're together.
you loved how accepting the boys fans were of your relationship. you started a new video focusing on matt's sleeping face resting on you. "please everyone, let's take a minute and look at how cutie patootie matt is. he's just so kissable and squeezable"
"okay give me my phone back. i'm officially disgusted."
"bye guys!" matt said opening one eye to look at the camera and wave.
☼ you and matt had decided to have a little date night while nick and chris went out with some of your friends. you guys hadn't had much time alone in the past couple of weeks so this was a nice change of pace.
the night started out simple. the two of you had a picnic at the beach and then you ended up stargazing out of matt's car. as both of you made your way back to the triplets house you thought it would be a good idea to bake some cookies and watch a movie for the rest of the night.
while you two were baking, you were unaware that nick and chris were on their way back with tara and jake. music was softly playing as you set the tray of cookies into the oven.
"dance with me." matt stated, grabbing your hand to spin you around. you let out a laugh as you wrapped your arms around his neck.
coming up to the front door, tara was vlogging the group upon arrival. chris unlocked the front door as they all entered. the music could be heard from the front stairs.
"should we try to scare them?"
"absolutely! just wait and let me get my camera back out"
as they all piled into the living room quietly, they noticed you two in your own world dancing to some mac miller song. your head rested on matts chest as he swayed to the beat.
"stop it. they're so cute. the girlies are going to die for this footage"
you and matt quickly glanced at the group of four. at the same time the timer went off for the cookies.
"alright enough with the cute coupley-ness. let's see how these cookies turned out"
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comments:
i love them. i don't know who i want to be more
its so funny how everyone is so in love with them being in love and nick is just grossed out 24/7
i love how y/n is never wearing her own clothes. only matts
they're so in love its not even funny
"i just want to see y/n in a bikini" me too matt. me too
#matt sturniolo x reader#chris sturniolo x reader#chris sturniolo smut#matt sturniolo fluff#matt sturniolo smut#chris sturniolo#nick sturniolo#matt sturniolo imagine#matt x reader#sturniolo fanfic
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christmas in monaco - cl16
You are Charles Leclerc’s best kept secret. Twin of his best friend, a racing prodigy, and his secret girlfriend of two years. The first six months had been secret, just to make sure you’d actually survive a relationship, but then Max said something to Charles that made the idea of ever telling him impossible. So you end up here, half in your brothers apartment half in your soon to be fiancés, trying to celebrate two Christmases in one day.
verstappen!reader x charles leclerc, secret dating/brothers best friend
warnings/notes: cursing, jos is there for a bit in the beginning, poorly translated dutch and french, danny is in red bull bc i said so
next chapter..
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Warm. That was the best way you could explain the way the bed felt as hot breaths fanned across your chest from the head tucked against your neck. One arm draped across your waist, pulling you closer as you stir and reach up to turn off your phone's alarm. The second arm sleepily comes to wrap around your chest, dragging you back into the warmth of your two year secret.
"No," Charles sighs, eyes still closed as kisses are peppered along your neck and jaw, "Don't go..."
"I have to, Char." You murmur, rubbing sleep from your eyes as you sit up and look at your still very sleepy boyfriend who blinks wearily at you and the sun that halos you, "We don't need Max getting suspicious as to why I'm never home."
"I wish we could tell him." Charles sits up next to you, a hand coming up to fix some loose hairs that were sticking up at odd angles against your head. You didn't answer, just humming. A year and a half ago, during the summer break, you and Charles planned on telling Max. He and Charles got along like a house on fire, there was really no reason you wouldn't have been able to tell your brother about your little blooming relationship.
And then Max had said something to you and Charles, moments before you had planned to tell him, about how you were strictly forbidden from dating any Formula racers. For no specific reason. You had played it off like a joke that night, but once you'd returned to Charles apartment a few nights later you realized just how much your brothers words had affected the both of you.
So, you agreed that night it was (questionably) better to keep it secret.
But Charles and Max knew each other like the backs of their hands. They had been destined from the start to be together, even back in the days of them literally hating each other on the track. You had tagged along with your brother, never driving because of your fathers beliefs, before moving away to live with your mother around the age of fifteen. You and Charles had only reconnected when he debuted in F1, and instantly clicked, even before he and Max did.
Somehow through the busyness of your brothers seasons, he had been distracted long enough for him to not catch on. It was even better when you had moved in with him in Monaco and established a good, core friend group you used as your excuse most times. All of them knew if Max called and asked, to say you guys were together last night since you told them every time you went to go see Charles. It felt foolproof.
“You really have to go?” Charles whines, sitting up finally and stretching his shoulder out, “You can’t stay for breakfast or anything?”
Humming out a maybe as you check the time, you roll to your side and then curse, giving Charles a quick peck on the lips before shoving him off of you and down onto the bed. He crashes amongst the blankets and such tangled together from the way you both toss and turn, nearly whacking his head on the headboard as you scamper to your feet and the cool breeze through the window makes goosebumps run along your skin. Leaning down, you grab your jean shorts off the floor and a hoodie you think is one of Charles' old ones you'd been wearing around.
“Ow?!” his voice echoes behind you and you throw a sorry over your shoulder, scrambling to find your bag and other items in his apartment. Half of your life was here, so you were able to find a spare pair of your socks in his drawer.
Getting to his feet, Charles grabs his shirt from the floor and tugs it over his head as he asks, “What is happening?"
“My dad is visiting today and I forgot I had to leave early!" You curse, jumping to slip on one of your sneakers and bending to fix the parts of the shoe that fold under your heel, "Fuck fuck fuck—!”
"Jos?" He inquires, pausing mid movement to scrunch his face at you. As far as Charles was aware, you and Max had some sort of huge blow up fight with your father and now you both no longer spoke to him.
"No, Charlie, my secret second father." You deadpan, turning around as you toss your bag over one shoulder, "Yes, Jos! Who else?!"
"Sorry!" He apologizes and comes besides you to give you a kiss to your hairline as he wipes a bit of fallen makeup off your cheek, "I thought he wasn't visiting this year?"
You know he means to say, I thought you and Max emancipated from him.
"I thought the same." You huff as you step back from his grasp to find your car keys on the bedside table.
He knows you mean to say, Max can't say no to him. It's a problem.
Charles just hums in response, and when you throw your purse over his shoulder and capture his lips in a quick goodbye kiss before rushing out of his apartment, a small smile peeks across his lips. Soles squeaking in the dew covered grass, you make your way to your parked car. Searching the streets as you walk and dipping between two cars when a guy who slightly looks like he could be Max passes, and then you continue down the road.
Monaco was small. It was a little country, beautiful and bursting at the seams with life, but still so small. So, seeing Max, especially if you were out and about, was likely. Every precaution was taken, and luckily your best friend Jolie lived in the apartment building next to Charles', so you could just park your car there to not raise suspicions.
Getting in your car you slam the door, cursing when you see the missed calls and messages from Max.
And... Daniel?
"I'm back!" You shout, shutting the front door and taking off your shoes and setting them on the shoe rack as you walk in. There's a tense feeling in the apartment and you set your backpack on the ground as Jos smiles.
"Ah, Y/n, how are you?" He says and you cross the room to give your father a quick hug.
"Fine fine, I slept in on accident, otherwise I would've gone with Max to get you at the airport." You sit on the couch next to Max, who's jaw is locked tighter than you've seen it before. The two of you share a look of 'why is this guy here' before your father waves off your words.
"It's fine, how's the degree going?"
"Good good, I'm working on finishing up my degree in Sports Management right now. Charles has been trying to set me up with an internship for Ferrari since Red Bull filled their internships for the season already." You cross one leg over the other and your father nods. Luckily your able to hold civil conversation with him until he takes a rideshare back to the airport. You and Max groan, flopping down on the couches as soon as he's gone and you bury your head in your hands. A typical Verstappen household afternoon.
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It's fucking hot in Abu Dhabi. Though not as bad as Qatar, you're still sweating through your thin sundress. Wandering into Red Bull's paddock you're greeted by your brother, and then quite literally--and not anyway discreetly, escorted to the drivers room by none other than Daniel Ricciardo who claims he has a sports management question for you.
You know it's not about sports management when he locks the door to the drivers room and turns to you with eyes wide, mouth open in some sort of half grin half shocked expression.
"Charles fucking Leclerc?!" He hisses when you make a vague motion for him to explain and a groan leaves your throat involuntarily. You had been so safe for two years and of course it's Daniel of all people who figures it out. The only other guy who your brother trusts with his life.
"Danny you can't say anything, also why were you even in Monaco?" You snap back, poking Daniel in his throat right above his Red Bull logo on the collar of the fireproofs, your nail digging into the skin there.
"I was stopping by for media stuff," He puts his hands up, stepping back from you, "and how about you answer my question about Charles?"
"I was just--there?" You try and Daniel crosses his arms and looks at you with the most incredulous look in his eyes, head cocked and everything as he laughs.
"You expect me to believe that?"
"Well, I--augh, okay," You groan, sitting on the back of the couch in the drivers room, "this isn't exactly easy to say. I'm kinda not trying to tell my brother about this?"
"Woah woah, Max doesn't know?" If Daniel could look more shocked at this point, he does.
"No and he can't know because he'd kill Charles." Your voice is small, frustratedly bringing heat to your cheeks. Other than your small group of friends from Monaco, and some from back home, you hadn't told anyone about this yet, "Do you promise you won't say anything?"
"I can pretend I saw nothing if that will make you feel better?" Daniel offers and you shake your head curling your hand around the edge of the dress you wear.
"Charles and I..." You huff, crossing your ankles, "have been dating for... two years now? I practically live at his apartment in Monaco when I'm not with Max and Kelly. And Max, apparently, doesn't want me dating any drivers so we... can't exactly... tell Max."
"Two and a half years? You've kept this a secret for two and half years and I'm the one who figured it out?" Daniel scoffs, "Honestly, Y/n, I'm impressed."
"Thanks? But I... I don't know what to do, Danny! We wanna tell Max so bad, but if I do I risk ruining everything!" You bury your head in your hands, groaning, "I can't lose Charles, but I can't lose Max either."
"Do you really think Max was serious about that rule?" Daniel asks, sitting next to you, "Because you're a fully grown adult, so like... how much control does he really have over who you date?"
"Well, I am viewed as an extension of my brother so therefore he gets a bit of a say. And if people find out the baby sister of Max Verstappen is dating Charles Leclerc?"
"Point taken." Daniel hums, "Media nightmare."
"Yep." You stand, pacing the room as you talk with your hands, something you'd picked up from Charles at some point, "there have been a thousand times I've wanted to say something! Thousands! Everytime the two of them are together, I can't ever imagine Max being upset about it. But then I get that little gnawing feeling in my gut. I just... can't do it. Because... if I do, and it ends in disaster, I don't know if I'll be able to handle it."
"And if it doesn't end in disaster?" Daniel inquires after you pause. You turn slowly to face him, watching as he tilts his head to further push his question. You've dreamed of it. Finally being able to tell Max everything about it, Charles had made it clear to you he was itching to tell his practical best friend too, and it would clear the main argument you and Charles had.
You laugh, "I'd be the happiest person alive."
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y/nverstappen made a new post !
liked by maxverstappen, danielricciardo, lewishamilton, and 238k others...
y/nverstappen: mon nounours <3 j'adore les fêtes
maxverstappen: who?????
⤷ maxverstappen: also when the fuck did you learn french?
⤷ y/nverstappen: i have a tutor or two
user1: omg baby verstappen has a boy???
danielricciardo: 'i can't say anything' and yet u CAN post that. ITS NOT EVEN SNEAKY??
⤷ y/nverstappen: a moment of weakness i admit. ALSO YES THE FUCK IT IS DANIEL
⤷ user2: danny tell us what u know
charlesleclerc: babys first rolex?
⤷ y/nverstappen: im too afraid to wear it !! i dont want it to break or get lost or stolen 😵💫
lewishamilton: rolex + bracelet combo perfection
user3: i need to know who shes dating.
charlesleclerc made a new post!
liked by y/nverstappen, arthurleclerc, danielricciardo, and 289k more...
charlesleclerc: deux ans de toi, mon étoile. pour toujours.
maxverstapen: two years?? and I don't know her???
⤷ charlesleclerc: look i can keep a secret, surprisingly.
danielricciardo: good man
user1: CHARLES SOFT LAUNCH???
arthurleclerc: oh so you left out the part where you've been dating her FOR TWO YEARS??? CHARLES???
⤷ charlesleclerc: oops !
user4: 'two years of you, my star. forever' im going to SCREAM
liked by charlesleclerc
carlossainz: am i allowed to say who she is yet?
⤷ charlesleclerc: no and i still owe you for not locking the door
⤷ user2: HELP???
⤷ user3: poor carlos has been scarred for life.
⤷ carlossainz: honestly it was kinda funny
#f1 fanfic#formula one fic#formula one fanfiction#formula 1 fic#formula 1 fanfic#charles leclerc x reader#charles leclerc imagines#charles leclerc imagine#max verstappen fanfic#charles leclerc x you#charles leclerc x female reader
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Regina's Protector
WARNINGS: none, fluff, a lil violence (you slap cady), protective reader
cady heron.
the bane of y/n y/l/n's existence.
you see, y/n had a reputation for being nice and friendly to everyone at north shore. that's why she balanced her girlfriend regina out so well. regina was the fire and y/n was the ice. the two had started dating early in their freshman year and quickly became the school's power couple.
the two were very protective of each other, regina lashing out more than y/n most of the time, but there had been a few of times that everyone witnessed just how protective y/n can be. (just ask shane or aaron or jake).
enter cady heron. the new girl of junior year. this is where things take a turn.
y/n had a bad feeling about the redhead the first time she met her. especially when she caught a glimpse of her hanging out with janis. the bad feeling increased the first day they were in class together and cady began staring at her with heart eyes.
regina knew y/n wouldn't cheat on her. they were obsessed with each other, but the more cady hang out with their group, the more she noticed cady staring at her girlfriend. maybe y/n was right about this bad feeling about the girl. but, regina couldn't jump to conclusions just yet, she wanted to wait it out.
well, waiting it out was an awful idea on regina's part.
shit went downhill very, very quickly.
after cady continued to send heart eyes to y/n, regina had enough and became extra possessive of her girlfriend. cady wasn't backing down however, becoming more of a bitch as the days went on. she began to say sly remarks to y/n about regina, like how she was only with y/n for popularity and status.
then the comments got bitchier.
"you know, i thought i saw regina getting a little too close to shane again, you might wanna check your girlfriend, y/n."
"i heard regina is going around gloating about how she's only using you for sex."
y/n was a very small strike away from snapping. she knew the comments were affecting regina more than she let on and the fact that cady continued to make them, pissed y/n off to another degree. the day that y/n snapped, no one was expecting it.
y/n's friend chris was throwing a party at his house so her and regina were going together. it was a pool party so regina made sure to pick y/n's favorite of her bikinis to show off to her girlfriend. when they got to the party, they found karen, gretchen, and unfortunately cady. y/n set off to get her and regina drinks, kissing the girl softly before beginning her search.
after getting herself a beer and regina something fruity, she turned and saw cady looking at her, biting her lip. "can i help you with something cady?" the redhead shook her head. "just wanted to talk. you look really hot y/n."
y/n rolled her eyes and set back to find her girlfriend. cady followed after the girl. "why are you with regina? you could do so much better than her." y/n stopped in her tracks, turning to cady. "excuse me?" cady shrugged. "i mean, you could go for someone skinnier, i see regina has put on a few extra pounds lately."
the next few seconds happened very quickly.
the drinks were dropped and y/n slapped cady right across the face. she began to spew off insults at the redhead. luckily, chris was near by and pulled y/n away before more damage could be done.
kicking cady out, he led y/n back to where the plastics were sunbathing, explaining what happened while making y/n sit on regina's sun lounger. the blonde immediately pulled y/n closer to her, rubbing her back in an effort to calm her down.
karen and gretchen joined in on the hug, y/n smiling at the two. chris walked off, allowing the girls to have some privacy.
regina and y/n decided to leave shortly after, regina wanting to get y/n to destress. karen and gretchen hugged the two, promising to be over later and the couple left.
once back at regina's house, the blonde changed into comfier clothes, pulling some out for y/n. the girl took them, pecked regina on the lips and went to change. the two laid in bed, netflix playing gently in the background. regina leaned up to kiss y/n's cheek.
"thank you for standing up for me baby. i appreciate it." y/n kissed the blonde's forehead, rubbing her arm. "of course baby. i wasn't going to let her talk about you like that." regina smiled and softly kissed y/n. "i'm so glad i have you baby." y/n smiled. "well, you'll have me for a very long time then baby. i don't plan on going anywhere."
regina smirked. "good. i intend on keeping you forever."
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— The Teacher pt. 3 (final)
Single dad! Gojo x Fem! Preschool teacher! Reader
Synopsis: Gojo is yet to make a decision on where your relationship will go. But after a long time of thinking, and a conversation with Megumi, he comes to a conclusion
TW: None
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⇶ After your date, you were scared about where things between you and Satoru would go
⇶ It wasn’t the date itself that made you question, far from it. The date went great, or at least you thought so
⇶ But you had so many anxious thoughts, all of the worst case scenarios running through your head, and every “what if” scenario imaginable
⇶ But thankfully, all of your worries were quickly washed away, and you instead started questioning why you even had them in the first place
⇶ After putting Megumi to bed, Satoru called you in hopes that you were still awake
⇶ You answered fast, and your sweet voice came through the phone as you said hello
⇶ He thanked you again for coming out with him, and you of course thanked him for the date
⇶ You began grading papers since you were already up when you were supposed to be sleeping, and stayed on the phone with Satoru while you did so
⇶ He watched tv, randomly telling you about random funny things that happened in a scene, and you’d tell him about funny answers your students put on their papers
⇶ You eventually lost track of time, and you didn’t know how long you’d been on the phone with him, but you felt like a giddy teenager talking to her crush
⇶ The call went on into late hours of the night, so late that you were both in and out of sleep mid conversation, but denied it anytime the other said something about it
⇶ Satoru completely succumbed to sleep over time, and you hung up to get some sleep yourself
⇶ After that, Satoru would call, or at least text, you multiple times a day
⇶ He’d text good morning, and call if you happened to be up as early as him, text you when he knew it was your lunch break, call you when he knew you were getting home from work, and call you to say good night
⇶ You were a normal part of each other’s routine, and a lot of times you’d text him during class about something Megumi did, but for the most part you talked about anything with each other
⇶ Satoru even talked a little bit about work and complained about his “boss” and ppl he worked with
⇶ You grew to not care so much about what he did for a living and more things about him that were still unknown to you
⇶ It felt odd to not care at first, because most people would
⇶ Because what if he was seeing other women? A killer? Loving a double life?
⇶ But after growing closer to him, you could feel how genuine he was, and let yourself enjoy the relationship for what it was instead of worrying or prying
⇶ Besides, the mystery was alluring, and he just seemed like someone who doesn’t like to throw out too much information about himself. So you pushed no further and decided that he’d tell you when he was ready
⇶ Weeks passed, and you were going over to Satoru’s for dinner at least once a week, and he’d take you out for a date every once in awhile
⇶ You even went out to dinner with Megumi a few times, and felt like a little family doing so. Even getting comments like ‘You’re such a cute family!’
⇶ You and Satoru always brushed them off, just chuckling and muttering ‘thanks’, but never once denying it
⇶ On one of your dates, he finally asked you to officially be his girlfriend, sputtering and blushing as he tried to cover his tracks with a joke when he felt embarrassed, before you cut him off and told him that you’d love to
⇶ After that, Satoru began entrusting you with watching Megumi, (not that he didn’t before especially considering that you’re his teacher) and when he got too caught up with work he’d ask you to come over an watch Megumi
⇶ You and little Meg would always have fun together, playing video games, action figures, playing outside, drawing, etc. and sometimes you’d take him out to get ice cream or toy shopping if he kept it a secret from Satoru
⇶ One day, Satoru came home a bit later than he had anticipated, and saw both you and Megumi passed out on the couch, cartoons playing on the tv
⇶ Megumi was already dressed up in his pajamas, so Satoru carried him up to his room and put him in bed
⇶ When he came back down stairs, he gently woke you up and offered you to stay since it was so late and he didn’t want you driving back home when you were so exhausted
⇶ You were telling him no, as you always do when he makes such offers, but it was hard to keep up your argument between yawns and going in and out of sleep
⇶ He led you upstairs to his room, where he let you shower and laid out clothes and toiletries for you
⇶ By the time you finished showering and got dressed, you were still tired, but more than awake enough to realize that you were in the main bedroom of the house
⇶ His bedroom.
“Satoru,” you called out as you emerged from the bathroom, steam rolling out from behind you.
You heard footsteps grow louder and louder until Satoru finally got to the room, cautiously opening the door.
“Y/n? Did you call for me? Is everything okay?” He asked, concern lacing his voice.
“Why’d you put me in this room?” You asked him, eyebrow raised as you gestured to the large room.
“What? You don’t like it?” Satoru mused. “The guest rooms are kinda bare, didn’t want you staying in there.”
You kissed your teeth. The gesture was sweet, but you found yourself oddly annoyed at the fact that he so casually disregarded himself.
“And you’re sleeping in the guest room instead of your own room? In your own house?” Satoru shrugged, causing you to sigh. “We’re swapping.”
He gave you a puzzled, yet amused, look. Satoru didn’t expect this type of reaction from you, but he supposed that this type of attitude came from taking care of others for a living.
“Mm, not happening,” he chuckled, making you kiss your teeth again.
“Then we can share.”
Satoru was taken aback. You were just full of surprises, weren’t you?
“Will that get you to stop pouting, baby?” He teased in a mocking baby voice, face inches from yours.
You rolled your eyes, but smiled, so he took it as a yes, kissing your cheek.
“S’good you made me come back here anyways, I forgot my toothbrush,” he said, disappearing into the bathroom.
Realizing you need to brush your teeth as well, you followed behind the tall man.
You unboxed the spare toothbrush he gave to you, applied the toothpaste, and began brushing your teeth along side Satoru.
Looking at him through the mirror, you were able to fully observe him.
His hair was slightly wet from him shower, with a few pieces clinging to his forehead. He wasn’t wearing his sunglasses, and you could see just how long his powdery white lashes really were. To top it off, he had no shirt on with grey sweatpants hanging low on his waist.
You were mesmerized. You couldn’t even believe one man could look so good, you felt like you were staring at a marble statue.
Completely entranced, you didn’t even realize you were gawking at him until toothpaste began dripping down your chin and onto his shirt. Satoru stifled a laugh, leaning down to spit into the sink.
“See somethin’ you like?” He snickered, wiggling his eyebrows at you.
You rolled your eyes, laughing as you spat into the sink and wiped off your chin.
After finishing up in the bathroom, you both finally crawled into bed together.
“Good night,” Satoru chimed, reaching over to turn off his bedside lamp.
“Night.”
⇶ Despite being so tired, neither of you could sleep due to how nervous the presence of the other made you feel
⇶ You both silently tossed and turned before you ended up facing each other
⇶ The room had no lights, except for a window that directly faced the moon, allowing for enough illumination to make out the outline of each others faces
⇶ Satoru silently looked all over your face, almost like he was trying to engrave your features into his memories
⇶ Suddenly you felt something cold touch your leg, making you jump and jerk your foot away
⇶ You heard Satoru laugh, smushing his face into his pillow
“My feet are cold,” he pouted.
“Mine too.”
⇶ You put your own foot against his leg, and he immediately hissed and pulled back from you
⇶ You laughed at him, but were interrupted when he suddenly grabbed hold of your extended leg, pulling your towards him
⇶ You gasped at the action, and he gently placed your leg over his body, then wrapped his toned arms around you
“I’m really cold.” He whispered, minty breath fanning against your face.
⇶ Pressing yourself against his bare chest and snaking your arms around him, he was cold to the touch
⇶ You gave him a gentle kiss, already feeling him warm up as you both fell asleep
⇶ That morning, you were woken up by Satoru stirring and the sound of little slapping noises
⇶ Megumi had woken up before the both of you, and was now waking up Satoru by clobbering him with tiny fists as he repeated ‘I’m hungry’ over and over
⇶ Satoru let out a dragged out groan, making the boy hit him even harder, but not at all fazing the man
⇶ Eventually, he did get up, taking Megumi downstairs over his shoulder
“What d’you want for breakfast Gumi?”
“Pancakes,” Megumi huffed, hauling himself onto the chair.
“Pancakes it is,” Satoru complied, taking out the box mix from the pantry, and quickly scanning over the ingredients list before grabbing what he needed.
Megumi was silent for a majority of the time, still in the process of waking up as his kept his cheek against the cool marble counter.
He was never a morning person, but he was still much too quiet. Satoru knew him better than anyone, and knew that he had something on his mind.
“What’re you thinking about?” Satoru asked, pouring batter into the buttered pan.
Megumi raised his head up, brow’s knitted together and eyes narrowed in deep thought. He stayed quiet for awhile, hesitant to speak his mind.
“Is Ms. L/n my mom yet?”
Satoru wasn’t fully surprised by the question, but the tone of Megumi’s voice sent a pant through his chest. Megumi wasn’t at all a needy or spoiled child, and he rarely ever asked for much. But Satoru could tell this was something he wanted deeply.
Even though he took care of Megumi like a father would, he made a point from the start to at least let him know he was adopted, but was loved like blood. Satoru couldn’t imagine the flurry of emotions the young boy must feel finally having a mother figure, and not just a woman that came and went like Satoru’s previous affairs.
“Is that what you want?” Satoru asked him, flipping the pancake over. Truthfully, his answer could make or break where his relationship with you would go.
On top of him not being needy, Megumi wasn’t an emotional child. He hardly cried or even threw tantrums. The most emotion he’d show, other than being happy, were nervousness and frustration.
“Is that what you want?” Megumi shrugged, slumping back in his seat, avoiding eye contact.
He could be such a mini adult, never fully allowing himself to be taken care of like a child should. That’s a big reason Satoru thought you’d be so good for Megumi, you brought the kid out of him and nurtured him in ways that Satoru simply couldn’t.
Transferring the pancake from the stove to a plate, Satoru slid Megumi his breakfast. He hummed as he did so, still waiting for a proper answer and not a repeat of his question.
“Yes…” Megumi mumbled, taking the plate and grabbing the syrup bottle.
“Yes, what?” Satoru pushed, making the boy glare at him with dark eyes.
“Yes, that’s what I want,” He snapped, cheeks growing pink and slamming the syrup bottle back down.
“Me too, Megs.”
⇶ Just a minute later, you came into the kitchen, gently rubbing Megumi’s head as you walked by him, and kissing Satoru’s cheek while wrapping your arms around his waist
⇶ You apologized for not coming down with them, and said that you were really tired a just needed a few extra minutes
⇶ Satoru assured you it was fine and told you to eat, having already set aside a plate of food for you
⇶ He joined you and Megumi shortly after, and you all ate while telling one another about the dreams you had last night
⇶ All of a sudden, Satoru perked up, remembering something
⇶ He told Megumi to go get “the drawing” from his room to show it to you
⇶ Megumi looked puzzled, cheeks stuffed with pancakes as he looked up, attempting to remember
⇶ When he finally did, he let out a growl and gave a look that could kill to Satoru who simply laughed
⇶ He bartered with him, saying he could have another pancake if showed it to me
⇶ You watched the ordeal in amusement, and after giving it some thought, Megumi begrudgingly climbed down from his chair, going to his room while grumbling under his breath
⇶ After a minute, Megumi came back down, still looking annoyed but with a mixture of embarrassment this time
⇶ The paper was hidden behind his back, and he made you promise to not make fun of him if he showed you
⇶ After a verbal promise and a pinky link later, Megumi handed over the paper, flipped over as he mouthed ‘you’re annoying’ to Satoru, you only snickered at him
⇶ Flipping the paper over, the picture on it made your heart melt
⇶ There was a dandelion yellow sun in the corner, light green grass with a few multicolored flowers
⇶ But what caught your attention was the three stick figures on the page
⇶ The tallest was on the far left, outlined hair sticking up to represent white locks of hair, labeled ‘Dad’
⇶ The smallest was in the middle, scribbles of black crayon to show black hair, labeled ‘Me’
⇶ And the last, mid sized one, had your hair color, sloppily drawn into your usual styled, labeled ‘Mom’
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All Mine
pairing: amber freeman x reader
warning: dubcon, toxic amber, toxic relationships, controlling behavior, allusions to abusive relationships but it doesn’t go so into detail but amber isn’t great and it shows, daddy kink, amber packs, oral sex on a strapon, facefucking, name calling, degradation, possessive amber, amber watches you piss, amber kicks the shit out of a guy.
request: for the Amber freeman one is were she is jealous and is possessive
summary: you just wanted to go to your friends party for a good time. unfortunately, amber’s mood gets ruined.
this is a repost
You had dragged Amber to a party a friend of yours was throwing, convincing her that it would definitely be worth it. A part of you wanted to go to see some of your friends you hadn’t seen in awhile since you started to date Amber - and as much as that bothered you, you weren’t going to let it show.
“I don’t want to stay too long, babe.” Amber rolled her eyes as she pulled up to your friend’s house. “We can order some food and watch movies instead.”
You looked down at your phone before speaking up, “We’re staying for most of it, I haven’t seen any of them in a while and I’d like to hangout for a bit. Okay?”
Amber could be jealous and possessive at times - you knew this - but sometimes it became too much. A part of you felt as if your friends didn’t come around because of her, but you soon forgot about that as you felt her hand on your thigh.
“We’ll go when I say we go, understood?” she asked, and you sighed.
“I understand.” you nodded as Amber put her car in park before turning it off. A part of you wish you hadn’t told her about it - that you just went by yourself - but you knew that would cause even more problems you didn’t need.
The two of you made your way into the house, trying your best to stay calm as others greeted you. You didn’t want Amber to get angry - to accuse you of sleeping with whoever decided to be friendly with you. A part of you wanted to end things for good this time, but Amber always made sure you came crawling back to her.
“Amber, I’m going to head to the bathroom, I’ll be back.” you told her, but Amber grabbed your wrist, stopping you in your tracks.
“I’ll come with you to the bathroom. I don’t want you out of my sight at all.” Amber admitted, causing you to roll your eyes. You weren’t sure as to why she acted the way she did - you were loyal to her and only wanted her.
As soon as you reached the bathroom, you tried to close the door behind you, but Amber stopped you. Getting in the bathroom, Amber shut the door behind her. Looking at you with a smirk plastered on her face. “Well, I’m waiting for you to pee. Unless you were lying to me in order to see someone else? Who? No wait, let me guess. Tara? Quinn? Chad?”
“Amber, they’re just my friend’s, please don’t do this. Not here, not now.” you pleaded, slowly pulling your pants and underwear down. You sat on the toilet, trying to focus on anything but your girlfriend’s eyes burning into you. She would do this often, wanting to humiliate you in any way she can.
“Fine. Just don’t give me a reason to act like this then,” Amber pushed, raising an eyebrow as you began to pee. You bit your lip, trying to not cry as you continued to go. When you were finished, you wiped and stood up. Pulling your pants and underwear up, you made your way over to the sink. Washing your hands, you jumped a little as Amber got behind you.
“I guess you really did have to pee,” she laughed. You rolled your eyes, turning the faucet off and drying your hands. “Come on, let’s have a good time, my good girl.”
You took her hand, allowing her to lead you out of the bathroom and back to the party. The place seemed to be a lot more crowded than before - which made you hopeful that Amber would ease up a little. It was wishful thinking, but you knew that you had a bit of a chance.
After an hour, Amber spoke in your ear, “I’m going to go get us some drinks, I’ll be right back.”
You nodded, a bit taken aback by it. She never left you alone in big crowds, but something felt off. You looked around - your overthinking was getting the best of you. Amber had to be testing you, it all made sense now.
You got up from your seat when you saw Chad and Mindy - you hadn’t seen them in weeks, and you had a feeling as to why. As soon as you walked up to them, they both gave you soft smiles. Mindy pulled you into a hug, and normally you’d welcome her with open arms. This time was different, tensing up and not hugging her back, she pulled away giving you a worried look. You were thankful that she didn’t question you about your odd behavior.
“We miss you, (Your Name),” Chad admitted, giving you a sad expression.
“I miss you guys too, I’ve just been so busy with school and work. I’m free next weekend if you guys want to get together?” you suggested, and Mindy smiled.
“We’d love that and I know Sam is really good to be excited about it.” Mindy mentioned, and you gave her a fake smile. You missed Sam, but Amber wasn’t going to let you go anywhere near her.
When you saw Amber approaching, you told them that you’ll catch them around before meeting your girlfriend halfway. She handed you your drink, watching you carefully as you took a sip of yours.
“Mm, thank you. It’s good.” you smiled, but Her expression stayed the same. You weren’t sure as to why she was acting the way she was, but you learned very early on in your relationship that you don’t question her. Ever.
“You’re welcome,” she said, finishing her drink in one go. You cringed, unsure on how she drank all of it in one go. Why would she drink it all in one go? You stopped questioning things when some random guy - Tara’s friend, you assumed - came up to you and Amber.
“Hey,” he smiled at you, causing you to scream internally. You could feel Amber glaring at you, waiting to see how you respond to him.
“Hello.” you said, trying to be as cold as you could without being rude. He hadn’t done anything wrong yet, but you reminded yourself to not be too nice to him.
“I couldn’t help but notice you, you’re Tara’s friend, right?” he asked. You nodded, waiting for him to get to the point. “I don’t see your boyfriend, wanna come dance with me?”
“She’s with me. She’s mine.” Amber snapped, kicking the guy between the legs. She laughed as he fell down, not caring as everyone around the two of you stopped what they were doing to see what was going on.
“You bitch, all you had to do was say that!” he shouted, causing Amber to kick him repeatedly.
“Amber! Amber fucking stop, please! Amber-“ you pleaded, pulling her away from him.
She grabbed your wrist, dragging you out of the party and to her car. “We are never going to another one of your stupid friend’s parties. Do you hear me? Get in the car.”
You took a deep breath, watching as Amber got in the car. You slowly opened the car door, taking your time to get in the car in hopes that she calmed down just a little or the car ride was going to be horrible. Once you were in the car and the door was shut, Amber locked the door - turning to you with a glare on her face.
“You should have told him that you were here with me, what? I left you alone for five minutes and you were about to cheat on me?” she snapped, causing tears to swell in your eyes.
“N-No, I promise. I would never do that to you, ever.” you pleaded, trying to wipe your tears.
“You’re lucky people were around, I would have-“ Amber began but you gut her off.
“You would have what? Killed him? Drive me home, I’m done for the night.” you snapped, keeping your eyes glued on Amber. You were trying to study her face, but like usual, she was hard to read.
“You’re done for the night? I’ll tell you when you’re done for the night, and if you want to go home, you’re going to have to suck my cock.” Amber said, smirking. You weren’t sure if she was serious, but you knew to believe her when she said something.
“Are- wait, are you packing?” you asked, and as Amber placed her hand on the front of her jeans, it answered your question.
You watched her unzip her jeans, pulling out the toy she had been packing the entire time. “I’d say we can wait until we get back to my place, but I want to see your mouth on my cock, now.”
Amber reached over and grabbed you by your hair, pulling you closer to her lap. You kept your mouth shut, knowing that that would make her angrier.
“It’s dark out, no one’s going to see you being a good little whore,” Amber said, looking around to see a few people walk past the car. A part of her was glad that you hadn’t seen them, knowing you’d never agree to do it if you had. “Come on, I don’t want to wait all day. The faster you do this, the faster we get back to my place so I can fuck you.”
You sighed, closing your eyes as you slowly wrapped your mouth around the strapon. Amber held you in place instantly, fucking up into your mouth as fast as she could from the position she was in. There wasn’t much room, but Amber was making it work. “God, you’re so pathetic, letting me fuck your face when anyone could walk by and see us. Such a whore, but you’re my whore, aren’t you?”
Amber pulled you off of her strapon, wanting an answer from you. Slapping your face with her free hand, she smiled down at you. “Answer me.”
“Yes- Daddy, all yours.” you breathed, looking up at her as she used her free hand to hold the toy in place.
“Good girl, now get back on my cock.” she stated, pushing you back on it. You tried your best to relax, breathing out of your nose as Amber fucked your face. Tears running down your cheeks, you silently hoped that Amber would get bored and take you back to at least her house.
Pushing you off of her strapon, Amber turned on her car and headed out without pulling her pants back up. She was desperate to fuck you now and nothing was going to stop her. Normally you would argue with her, telling her that you’re not in the mood after she had acted the way she did, but the throb between your legs began to grow unbearable. As much as you hated that Amber acted the way she did, you loved her and you were hers. No matter what, she always won. The drive to her place wasn’t bad - she kept a hand firmly on your thigh, refusing to move it until she parked the car and turned it off. She was angry, and she couldn’t wait any longer to fuck you.
“Come on, (Your Name). I don’t want to waste any more time than we already have.” she said, getting out of the car. You followed suit, rushing to the front door so you’d beat her there. When she unlocked it, you got in first and she shut the door behind her. Locking it, She pushed her pants and underwear down to her ankles. Kicking them across the room, Amber wasted no time - making her way to you. Grabbing you by the collar of your shirt, she snapped, “Pull your pants down. Now.”
You did as you were told, pulling them down to your knees before Amber bent you over the kitchen island. She didn’t want to wait - she needed you. Pulling your shirt up so it was halfway up your back, Amber lined up the toy as her hand gripped the base of the toy. You took a deep breath, letting it out as she slid all the way into. Giving you no time to adjust, Amber began at a bruising pace.
“Fuck, Amber, too- you’re being too rough,” you moaned, looking back to see Amber watching her strapon go in and out of you. You weren’t sure if she was ignoring you or if she hadn’t hurt you. As she continued, you got used to the feeling. You tried to fuck her back, but Amber was quick to hold you against the counter. She kept you in place, causing you to wince.
“Please, please, Daddy please!” you cried out, your orgasm was approaching rather quickly and you felt embarrassed.
“Please what? You want Daddy to stop? Hm?” she questioned, her own orgasm was soon approaching.
“Nononono, don’t want you to stop, don’t want you to stop ever.” you begged, closing your eyes as you looked back to look at Amber. Amber was sweating, and as you watched as licked her lips, you came silently. Amber continued, fucking you through your orgasm. She continued after, fucking you as her orgasm hit - she came with a grunt, grinding against you as she did so.
Amber pulled out, helping you over to the couch. “Clean your mess off, Princess.” she instructed, this time her tone was a lot softer than before.
You took the toy into your mouth, running your tongue against it as best as you could. You expected Amber to fuck your face again, but to your surprise, she didn’t move. Staying in place, she looked down to watch you work. Licking her lips, she sighed.
“I’m sorry for what I did at the party,” she said, placing her hand on your head. “I couldn’t stand the thought of that guy dancing with you. I should have given you time to tell him that you were taken.”
You pulled your mouth off the toy, “You choose now to apologize?”
She smiled down at you before grabbing you by the throat. “Don’t press your luck now. Come one, let’s go cuddle.”
She let go of your throat, helping you off the couch. “Wait, aren’t you going to take that off?” you asked, but Amber just shook her head.
“No, you’re going to warm me tonight. I want to be as close to you as I can get.”
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Nobody Like You
Larissa Weems x Reader
Chapter 1 (Settled Down)
SUMMARY
Just as much as you bounce from woman to woman; you also bounce from city to city.
All of that will change once you meet the love of your life; Larissa Weems.
You are not one for monogamy. Even if you were in a serious relationship with someone; that relationship would be an open one.
They could not hate you for turning your head, or stopping at your tracks at the sight of a gorgeous woman. They could see the hunger in your eyes, and no matter how much they feed you; it still wouldn't be enough to sate you.
Women and men throw themselves at you. Though you prefer the former, and you're disgusted when the latter makes a move on you.
Women would feel honoured if you gave them the right to be called to be your girlfriend even if you're not exclusive. Sometimes, you feel that they only want you cause they think they can tie you down. You don't have a problem with that, but you don't feel that they should tie you down.
But you are easily bored. You treat your former girlfriends right, and they know you're not the type to be tied down. Still, you couldn't keep the same girlfriend for two months at least, and three months at most. At first they would say they're okay with you sleeping with someone else but after more than a month they would ask you to stop sleeping with somebody else, you would give it a try, but you also could not take it any longer cause you feel suffocated, and in the end you'll decide to just break up with them.
It's obvious to everyone that you can't be tamed. Maybe the women see you as a challenge to be conquered, maybe they could be the one who can tame you.
Just as much as you bounce from woman to woman; you also bounce from city to city.
All of that will change once you meet the love of your life; Larissa Weems.
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Larissa is married to her work. But if someone came along and make her swoon, she wouldn't be opposed to the idea of marrying them. As much as she loves her school and her students; it is one of the main source of her stress.
She could handle it all by her lone some for sure... but it would be nice if someone would be there to take care of her and give her some relief. She's in a pattern she's grown used of, but it's fine with her because these patterns give her some sense of comfort.
She got everything she ever wanted and more, but one thing is for certain... she's lonely.
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You went to Jericho to "get away from it all." And for that much needed change of scenery. You have heard that there aren't many people there and that it's a quiet town. When you got there it is indeed quiet and not over populated; it's just what you needed-- for now.
Though the people kind of creep you out, and you also get the vibe that you aren't welcome there, so you contemplated on whether you'll stay or go to another place.
You were there for almost a week now and you went to your usual spot at the weathervane. You ordered your usual hot chocolate and sat at your usual booth, but the barista ask you if you could sit somewhere else saying that some regular costumer always sits there every Tuesday. You shrug the barista off and get comfortable at your seat as you said with a smile "I'm sure they won't mind."
After a few minutes, a woman sat next to you; you almost spat your hot choco out at the sight of her, and you thank the gods that you didn't.
On the other hand, Larissa was lost in her own thoughts. She didn't even notice someone else sitting there.
"You don't mind me sitting here right?" Larissa was broken out of her trance by the sound of your voice, and she thought to herself 'what a gentle and caring voice you have.'
When she saw you smiling at her she's instantly drawn towards you. She didn't even register what you just said but she replied "yes." She gives you the most precious smile you've ever seen, so you smile in turn and she thought the same.
You turn your head to the barista and shouted to them "see... the gorgeous woman doesn't mind." You then proceeded to give Larissa a flirtatious wink.
Larissa feels herself heat up and blush by your innuendos. You smile at yourself feeling proud of your accomplishment.
You plan on flattering Larissa some more, but it was interrupted by a plan you've already forgotten just by looking at her.
A woman approached you and said "Y/N, right?" You nodded at her to confirm. She gave you a moment to reply, and when you didn't she typed something on her phone, and yours pinged when she finished. You read the message and your eyes widen at the realisation. You have a date with this woman. "Lin." You said and she replied with a simple "yes."
You gathered your things and stood up. You signaled Lin to lead the way, and when she turned her back- you lean down on Larissa's ear to say "I hope we had more time, but see you when I see you miss beautiful." You gave her another wink and add a flying kiss as you walk away from her.
You try to focus on the pretty woman infront of you but your mind keeps drifting back to that even prettier woman at the café. If you knew her name; it would be what you were screaming or moaning instead of Lin's.
Now-- everytime you lay with someone; her face pops up in your head, and no matter how hard you close your eyes it can't be helped. When the others speak up and you open your eyes, then you would get disappointed that it is not her underneath you. It's so wrong and so cruel to others but they don't know and nobody's getting hurt, so you continue.
Another Tuesday comes, and you eagerly wait for her at your usual booth. And at last, you meet again...
"Hey, miss gorgeous, it is so nice to see you again." You said while you devour her with your eyes.
"Hey stranger, you miss me?" She asked as she gulped at the sight of you.
You chuckled at her question and replied "Oh, I very much did. Ever since I laid my eyes on you you're all I could think about. I longed for the moment I would see you again." You put your hands at the table, and you lean towards her to admire her beauty more closer.
"I'm Y/N by the way." You held your hand out for her to shake, and that she did "Larissa Weems. Pleasure to meet you darling." She said as she held your hand.
"Larissa..." you remarked and smirked as you bring her knuckles to your lips to kiss them. "Ms. Weems the pleasure is all mine." You said as you caress her knuckles with your thumb.
Larissa can't help but be flattered by your declaration matching your actions. She have never met someone so confident and she never have someone who treats her as kindly as you. She thought to herself 'she's a woman, but she's also such a gentleman.'
The teachers at nevermore sees the glow and the change in Larissa's demeanor. Even the students teased her, and even question her for being kinder and softer than usual. She didn't know why... until it hit her like a lightning from above.
Almost everybody she's close with mention to her or pester her about being in love.
'But to whom could I possibly fell in love with?' Larissa found herself asking the same question from time to time.
She was in her way to weathervane on a late Sunday night even if she has an early start tomorrow. She had overheard from the baristas that you stay as late as you can every Sunday. She doesn't even know why, but she miss you so badly, and would love to really see you or talk to you.
She thought she didn't catch you when she went into the café when she couldn't see you there. You were just relieving yourself and she's relieved in turn when she saw you walk out the rest room.
Your back is turned from Larissa so she made her way to you. As she got closer she put a hand on your shoulder.
You turn to face the person who puts their hand on your shoulder, and your eyes widen as you see Larissa. You were shocked, but glad nonetheless. "Larissa! --what are you doing here? Don't you have an early morning? Are you okay?" You bombarded her with questions. Larissa opened her mouth to reply, but before she could answer, you were already dragging her out of the café and you continued to hold her hand as you walked to your apartment.
You can tell Larissa is bothered by something so you decided to soothe her in anyway you can. "Have you eaten? Do you want anything? Some tea, or wine maybe? How can I help you?"
Larissa wondered how she got in your apartment. She didn't remember walking to get here, but she does remember the warmth of your hand holding hers. She suddenly remembered that you asked a question so she answered "uh-- yes..." you just gave her a warm smile, and prepared everything you just offered. This routine became usual.
Wednesday morning Larissa decided to get breakfast at the weathervane; hoping to see you there.
When she got there you were sitting at your usual booth talking to some woman, so she quickly took her place beside you and greet you. She doesn't care if she seems rude... 'who is this woman she's talking with?' is playing in her head as she display one of her most charming smile at you.
"Y/N darling." Larissa greeted you with a wide grin plastered on her face, and you just replied with a "Hey." She moves closer to you and you look at her with confusion written on your face.
"I had a good time last time, is there any chance we could do it again soon?" The woman asked and you quickly replied "I don't think so. I told you it was just a one time thing--"
Larissa butted in "what are you two talking about?" You try to form an answer but you can't, so the other woman asks Larissa a question "Are you Y/N's mother?"
Larissa scoffed, "what?" The other woman growled, "well in that case we were talking about sex." Larissa just nodded and asked "how old are you?" the woman answered "22."
Larissa looked at you with dismay, rage, and something else that you can't quite put a pin on. "Y/N, she's basically a child." She sneered and you could only sigh in response as you shook your head from side to side. The other woman huffed and sneered back "how old do you think she is? She might actually be the same age as me."
Larissa's eyes widen and she remark "what!?"
With that you decided to wave the other woman goodbye, and ask her politely to leave you and Larissa alone.
You laugh nervously as Larissa glared at you, "is it true-- that you're as young as her?"
You look at her with puppy eyes and reply "I'm not as old as her... I'm atleast a year or two older. I met her before you."
Larissa sighs in defeat, "I can't believe it. From all the people I could possibly b---" you watch her intently waiting for her to finish her thoughts. But before Larissa confessed she's inlove with you she stopped herself, and she looked back to all the things she did just so she could get a glimpse of you, hear your voice, make you smile or laugh, and everything in between. She just realised herself that she is infact inlove with you.
You clear your throat and it pulled her out of her reverie, and you asked her "what? From all the people you could possibly what?"
'I'm inlove with you' Larissa almost blurted out. But she just shrug you off and said as she inhaled deeply "Nothing. Never mind."
You both have such amazing time together. She spend the night at your place. Till it get to the point where you were cuddling each other 'til you sleep.
If someone told you that you would spend a night with a very gorgeous and hot woman in your bed and sleep with them, but not have sex with them; you would laugh your ass off, and think that it is such a clever joke. But here you are cuddling Larissa as she sleeps. You're definitely inlove with her, and the thought that she might be inlove with you sends you into a deep and peaceful slumber.
The morning rays that escaped the curtains hits your eyes, and it wakes you from your slumber. When you open your eyes you see Larissa watching you passionately and lovingly- making your lips break into a smile, "How long have you been watching me sleep babe?"
She chuckles at your question and asked, "you sleep alright darling?"
You quickly replied, "the best I had in such a long time, and it's only because you were beside me baby." You cupped her cheeks and you move closer to kiss her...When you pulled away from the kiss it dawned on you that you just can't do that "I --uh... sorry; I should not hav---" you try to apologise but Larissa quickly shuts you up with her tongue on yours. When she pulled away you sighed contentedly.
"I could get used to waking up like this every morning." You quipped and she laughed at you. You muffled her laugh with your tongue on hers as you climb on top of her, "I'm serious."
Larissa hummed at your mouth as your hands began to wander, and trace every curves in her body. Then your alarm sounds waking Larissa up from her delicious dream.
When she open her eyes everything is still blurry, so she moved to scratch her eyes, then she realised she's laying on top of someone. Her tall figure is hiding your whole body and only half of your face can be seen. She panicked and thought that she might be suffocating you, so she try to move away to let you breathe.
You felt her pulling away so you pull her closer, and you wrap your arms around her tightly. "Don't go yet-- you're so warm and cozy... I don't wanna get up yet." You declared groggily. She gulped and inhaled deeply, but she instantly relaxes in your touch and in your embrace that it made her fall asleep again. She'll worry about that dream later.
Your next alarm woke Larissa up, and she realises that you weren't underneath or beside her anymore. When she lifted her head up to look for you; the smell of pancakes envelops her nose-- it puts a smile on her face and it warms her heart.
"Pancakes huh--" Larissa said and you turn to face her. "Pancakes, bacon, and eggs; I'm not the best cook so don't expect something as extravagant as you my lady." You replied and she lowered her head as she chuckles to try to hide her blush. 'Heavens... I'm so inlove with this girl--' Larissa thought to herself.
You were chatting with Larissa at your usual booth at the weathervane and when someone asks you out you told them you were dating exclusively.
"I didn't know you were dating someone." Larissa told you after the other woman left. You just smiled and chuckled at her. Then there's an awkward silence.
"So... who's this lucky girl you're dating?" She asked and you look at her to get a read on her expression- she was kind of beaming with excitement, but also kind of pissed off, but you thought she was just being silly, so you play along.
You chuckled, "oh-- you know her... you see her everyday." You smirked at her.
"That is rather unfair-- I see a lot of women everyday... why can't you just tell me?" Larissa declared.
You grinned widely, amused by her query, which you thought was her matching your humor that she thinks is you being serious...
After a few minutes, Larissa thought to herself and she began to speak, "is it Dr. Kinbott?"
You're confused by her statement, "what about her?" You inquired.
She quickly replied, "the one you're dating... is it her?"
You scoffed and chuckled, but it quickly faded when you saw her face, her eyes laced with something serious and something you can't put a name on. You furrowed your brows and moved your body closer to her. "Are you serious?" You asked Larissa, and she just shook her head, "yes," in response.
"I'm not dating her. You have to stop now, I don't like where this is going." You declared. She replied "Stop what?"
She's oblivious-- You're oblivious... surely chaos ensues.
"This silly joke." You stated.
"I haven't got a clue what you're on about." Larissa shrugs, and you bit your lower lip in frustration as you exhale through your nose.
You commanded her to look at you and that she did. "I thought we're dating this whole time." You declared, and Larissa just looks at you completely still, "what?" Was all she could mutter.
"Well I made it clear that I really like you, and I thought you like me back. Also, we've been spending a lot of time together in a lot of different places. You are my everything... Hell --we've been sleeping together; not in the way I've been wanting to... but still-"
Larissa was left speechless by your declaration.
After a moment, you speak again, "Turns out I was being delusional, and it only became clear to me that you don't feel the same." You release a breath you didn't know you were holding, and you wipe the tears you didn't know we're falling.
You begin to stand up to walk away and mope, but you were stopped by soft and slender hands gripping on your wrists for dear life.
"I wasn't sure you like me back, and I thought you were just being kind." She inhaled deeply, and after she exhaled, she said, "you are not delusional. I was just blind... I do feel the same about you, my darling. You are everything I never thought I needed, and more."
The tears of sorrow that you've been having are now the tears of joy brought by Larissa's confession and your feelings being acknowledged and reciprocated.
#larissa weems x reader#larissa weems x you#larissa weems x y/n#larissa weems#x reader#lesbian#wlw#sapphic#larissa weems x original female character#larissa weems fluff#larissa weems x female reader
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Eddie doesn't dance. He loves moving around to music—headbanging and jumping and just going crazy—but he doesn't dance. And he doesn't slow dance.
Okay, well, in all honesty, Eddie's never thought about it. It's not like he's got some rule about it: Eddie Munson does not dance and he especially doesn't slow dance. He's never had to. He doesn't go to school dances and he's never had a girlfriend or anything and if he's going to see a band then everyone's headbanging. And he loves it. It's the only way to move to the music he loves.
And, when he finds himself with a boyfriend, and that boyfriend is Steve Harrington, he's not thinking about slow dancing in the moonlight or whatever. It just doesn't occur to him. So, the first time Steve says, "Dance with me," Eddie maybe doesn't take it seriously. He goofs off, starts jumping around and headbanging to whatever music Steve's put on (and, yeah, he lets Steve choose the music sometimes) and Steve huffs and rolls his eyes and smiles, so Eddie does it the next time and the time after that.
But, one time, he notices this disappointed look on Steve's face—not just disappointed, but resigned—and the bottom falls out of his stomach. He thought Steve enjoyed watching Eddie goof off which, now that he thinks about it, is kind of stupid. He doesn't have to ask Eddie to dance to watch him be an idiot. He tries to backpedal, get Steve to jump around with him, but Steve waves him off. No amount of cajoling works either.
So, Eddie devises a plan. It's pretty simple: make a compilation tape of songs that seem danceable; get boyfriend to dance with him. He mostly puts songs from bands he likes that have mellower tunes—there's Sabbath and Zeppelin and one track from an old Aerosmith album he had as a kid—and some from his mom's collection—Rainbow and Queen and even Cheap Trick—and he sneaks some Springsteen and Bowie on there, too, because this is meant to be for Steve. Or for both of them. Either way, there should be songs Steve likes. (And, well, Steve already liked Queen and he says he's getting used to Eddie's music, which makes Eddie stupidly happy.)
Next time they hang out, he doesn't wait for Steve to ask him to dance. He puts on the cassette and stands in front of Steve, who's sitting on the couch. He holds out his hand and says, "Dance with me."
Steve frowns up at him. Eddie makes a beckoning motion with his hand. Steve slips his hand into Eddie's, lets Eddie pull him to his feet, a curious smile tilting his mouth. "What's going on?"
"We're dancing." And that's when Eddie realizes he doesn't really know how to dance. "Uh, I guess you might have to teach me," he adds, feeling a little foolish.
But he doesn't have to worry—Steve loops his arm around Eddie's waist, pulling him close, and moving them around the room. It's nice. Really nice. Eddie feels dumb for not thinking it would be. He loves being close to Steve, and he loves hugging him, so why wouldn't he like this? And that itch to throw himself around isn't there either. There's almost a calm that washes over him.
When Steve takes his hand and spins him under his arm, Eddie laughs and says, "Where'd you learn how to do that?"
"Nowhere," Steve says, quickly. Too quickly.
"Come on." Eddie digs his fingers into Steve's side, tickling him. "Tell me."
"Don't laugh," Steve says.
Eddie holds up a hand. "No laughing, I swear."
"My mom wanted to take dancing lessons, last year, and my dad wouldn't go with her." Steve shrugs. "So, I went." He looks up and sighs. "Okay, you know what, you can laugh if you want. It's dorky, I know."
"I think it's nice," Eddie says. And he does.
Steve raises his brows then says, "Yeah, okay," ducking his head with that cute smile of his. They dance for a while longer and Eddie could so easily get used to this. He loses himself in it, barely hearing Steve when he whispers, "Thank you."
"Any time," Eddie says, heart beating wildly when Steve smiles.
And then Steve pulls away, still smiling. He turns the tape off, puts another in, and Priest comes blasting through the speakers.
Eddie's brow furrows. "What—" But he's cut off when Steve grabs him around the middle from behind, spinning him around.
When Steve puts him down, he says, "Teach me how to headbang," into Eddie's ear.
Eddie turns around. "Really?"
"Yeah," Steve says, "really," and Eddie grins.
"All right, you just go like this," he says and starts banging his head in time to the music.
And the sight of Steve Harrington headbanging in his trailer is pretty damn awesome. And also kind of funny. The ease off on the headbanging, holding hands, and jumping around until they're both breathless. Eddie puts the other tape back on again, and they end up in each other's arms, swaying to the mellower rhythms.
"We should do this again," Eddie says.
"Yeah," Steve says, "I'd like that," and twirls Eddie around and around.
#Steddie#steve x eddie#steveddie#steddie fic#eddie munson#steve harrington#clearing out my drafts#the End makes me think twirling twirling twirling towards freedom 🤣🤣#But I’m leaving it!#I was going to make a playlist to go with it but it’s too much effort lol#But when you rock and roll with me by Bowie is definitely on there#And probably sweet emotion by Aerosmith#Maybe I should’ve made this into an actual fic 🤔#pizzaqueenfic
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Two Is Always Better Than One pt.2
Leah x Alessia
A/N: This is the “2nd” chapter of a 3 part short series I have on AO3. Thanks for all the dog name suggestions.
“LEE! LEAH! Swear I need to put a tracking device on you in this house.” Leah could hear from down the hall.
“In the study, love.” Leah was setting up their football photos throughout the room. They had been in the house for 3 weeks now. They had some custom built-ins made for the study and painted a few rooms before all their furniture and personal items were moved in. They still had a few things to unpack.
“That Martha woman got back to me!” Alessia started before she crossed the threshold. When she entered the room and saw the confusion on Leah’s face she continued. “The lady with the foster puppies the shelter told us about. Remember, the shelter we went to on Tuesday told us about those puppies that had been found by the pond in London Colney, they nicknamed them the Gooners.”
“OH YEAH!”
“Want to go meet them?”
“Right now?” Leah was still on the step ladder trying to hang an enlarged print of Alessia’s back heel goal against Sweden.
“YES! Before someone else takes the puppy that is meant to be with us!” Alessia smacked her hands against her thighs like a child that was utterly frustrated with having to explain themselves. However this was the first time they had talked about this litter of foster puppies aside from the initial mention of them at the shelter. “You promised me I could have a dog.” Alessia whined.
Leah finally got the picture on the hook in the wall and straightened before descending the small ladder. “Of course we can go see them.”
“YEAH?”
“Yes beautiful” Leah walked over and dropped a kiss to the top of Alessia’s head. “Let me just change my shirt.”
Alessia squealed. “I’ll get the keys and meet you in the car!” Then she was off down the hall, leaving Leah just standing there.
“Never again.” Leah muttered to herself.
15 minutes later they were in a village a stones throw from the training center. “These puppies are Gooners born and raised. One of them is definitely ours!” Alessia bounced in the passenger seat as Leah pulled the car over in front of a small white cottage. She had the door open before Leah even got the engine shut off. The defender could only laugh at her girlfriend's excitement. Alessia at least waited for Leah to catch up before she knocked on the door.
A few puppies could be heard yapping behind the door as well as a woman trying to calm them down. “Saka, get off of Declan. Leah! No, stop pushing Kai around. Little, get a handle on your team.”
Leah and Alessia just looked at each other. The door opened a moment later to reveal an older woman with dark hair that was graying around her face. She had her head turned back towards the dogs in the house when she first greeted the couple. “Hello, sorry for all the yapping. But trying to control 10 pups is-” She stopped mid sentence when she finally turned to face the blondes. “Bloody hell, you’re Alessia Russo and Leah Williamson.”
“That’s us!” Alessia said cherrily. “I emailed you about meeting the foster pups.”
“Really?”
Alessia glanced over at Leah for a moment. “Ah, yeah. I mean, are you Martha?”
“I am.”
“Then I do believe you were the one I was emailing with.”
“Oh. Yes, yes. Sorry. I just. You’re Alessia Russo.” The women then turned to Leah. “And your-” The woman shook her head. “Sorry, I just can’t believe that you two are standing at my door. And clearly my manners have completely left me. Come in. Please.” The woman stood back in the entryway to allow the footballers in. “I have 2 real life Gunners here to meet my Gooners.”
Leah laughed. “It would seem that way. And thank you for letting us come meet them.”
“Oh yes, of course. So, umm.” The woman pointed towards a couch in the living room. “Please have a seat there, or on the floor if you like. So yeah, I’m Martha.”
“Hello Martha. So did you say you have 10 puppies right now?” Leah asked.
“Yes. There are the 6 Gooners that were found near the pond. And then I have 4 others from a pregnant foster I took in. They were born about a week before I took the pups. Since no mother was found with the Gooners, Emilia stepped up and took the 6 in with her own. She’s in the garden right now having a bit of a break.” Martha smiled.
“I thought I heard you say a few names as you came to the door?” Alessia lowered herself onto the floor in front of the couch, which got the attention of several puppies who came bounding over to inspect the new person.
“Oh yes.” Martha chuckled. “All of the pups are named after players. So that one there is Kaka, and that’s Kai. The blonde one is Leah.”
Alessia scooped that one up first. “Well don’t you have the perfect name, pretty girl.” She cooed.
“The one with the long skinny legs is Stina. The dark one is Declan. And then,” Martha looked around the room and continued pointing and naming pups as she saw them. “There is Frida, Foxy, and Victoria.”
“I thought I heard you say Little, and that’s only 8.” Leah pointed out just as there was a crashing sound from somewhere in the house.
The older woman huffed. “That would be McCabe. And I’m sure Little is right behind her trying to get her to stop whatever mischief she has gotten herself into. I’ll be right back.” She headed out of the room.
“She can’t be serious.” Leah said quietly.
“Oh I can’t wait to tell the girls about this.” Alessia said as she rubbed the bellies of 2 of the pups.
A moment later Martha returned with a dog under each arm. A black one who was squirming in an attempt to escape, and a caramel colored one who seemed satisfied the other one had been captured. “These two, are Little and McCabe.”
“Do we need to ask which is which?” Leah chuckled.
“Your guess will be correct, I promise you.” The woman laughed as she set them both down.
McCabe shook like she had just gotten out of a bath before realizing there was someone new sitting on the floor and taking off like a tiny rocket. She barrelled through 2 other puppies before slamming into Alessia at full speed. “You are true to the namesake I see.” Alessia said as she picked the puppy up.
Little sat in the middle of the room for a moment, watching and observing all the other dogs before she seemed to decide everyone was where they should be and wandering over to Leah. She sniffed the defender's outstretched hand before sitting up on her hind legs to be picked up. “Well aren’t you a well mannered little thing.”
“She is definitely the responsible one of the bunch. We think she was the one that kept all the puppies together at the pond as she always seems to be rounding them up and checking on everyone. And then that one.” Martha pointed at McCabe. “Well her and Little are now connected at the hip because she’s always getting into something and Little is always trying to pull her back. Which is funny because McCabe is not one of the 6 Gooners.”
“Yeah, McCabe seems a bit bigger. But she’s younger, yeah?” Alessia asked.
“That’s correct. But, Little is her keeper. So much so that I’m hopeful they’ll find a home together.”
“Awe, aren’t you a sweet one.” Leah had Little on her back in her lap rubbing her chest. “Any idea what they are? Like breeds? They’re all kind of small”
“Well Emilia is part Dachshund. But she is mixed with something a bit heftier too, like a corgi maybe. And then I would guess the Gooners are Dachshund as well, but mixed with something smaller like another terrier. They have rounder snouts too.”
McCabe started getting feisty in Alessia’s lap and immediately Little rolled over from her relaxed position in Leah’s lap and jumped to the floor. She snipped lightly at McCabe’s ear causing the black pup to stop immediately.
“See. Little runs things.”
Alessia was giggling as she picked up McCabe close to her face. “At least you listen to your captain.” The puppy began squireming wildly until the footballer set her down, before taking off across the room full speed, Little hot on her heels. “Those two are adorable.” Alessia began calling over the other puppies who were happy to gain the blonde's attention.
Without a puppy in her own lap Leah pulled out her phone and began taking photos of her girlfriend with several of the pups in her lap, a bright smile on her face. She took several more photos over the next 20 minutes while Alessia rolled around on the floor with the dogs. Every so often you could hear a small bark from across the room and then McCabe would wander back to the middle of the room under Little’s watchful eye. And each time Little seemed satisfied that McCabe was going to stay with the group, the caramel colored pup sat itself at Leah’s feet.
“Kindred spirits it would seem.” Alessia said after the 3rd time.
Leah leaned down and rubbed the dog's ear, causing Little to slump over into her leg. “So it would seem.” She smiled softly.
Slowly one by one the puppies started to lose momentum and began curling up together throughout the room. Little was still settled next to Leah’s feet when McCabe came over and nudged the other dog. When she got no reaction, she crawled up into Alessia’s lap just above Little and plopped down.
Martha smiled at the footballers. “Looks like they’ve taken a liking to you.”
Alessia leaned her head back against the couch looking up at Leah. The look in her eye told Leah everything the younger woman was thinking before she even said anything. “You know, two is always better than one.”
“Is that so?” Leah smirked.
“One is so lonely.” Alessia pouted.
“I spend enough time yelling at McCabe as is.” Leah paused. “We are not keeping that name.”
“REALLY?!” Alessia squealed, waking several of the puppies. All except McCabe it seemed. “Martha, if we wanted to make these 2 ours?” She turned to the older woman.
“I would expect regular Instagram uploads to see how they are doing.” The woman smiled. “This is a private foster situation, so there really isn’t any paperwork or anything to be done if that’s what you’re asking. There are just some questions I like to ask.”
“Fire away!” Alessia hugged a sleeping McCabe to her chest.
“Do you have a fenced yard?”
“Yup! A big one! With lots of things to explore.” Alessia answered.
“Do you have a vet lined up?”
“Beth and Viv said they would give us the information for their vet. Said they highly recommend them. Especially for puppies.” Alessia played with the still sleeping dogs' ears.
“Wonderful. You two do travel. Do you have care lined up for when you are away?”
“We have several people willing to stay at the house with them.” Leah answered.
Martha took a deep breath and exhaled. “Well then. After seeing the four of you together, if you would like to take those babies home with you, I think you would be a great fit for them.”
Alessia spun around on the floor with McCabe in her arms, bright blue eyes looking at Leah. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” Leah bent down and picked up the sleeping puppy at her feet. Little only opened her eyes slightly, clearly not caring about being handled. “You want to come with us and keep an eye on that little bugga for good? Hmm?”
Martha stood up. “Well then, let me get their things. They each have a toy and blanket. I’ll also give you a bag of the kibble they currently eat. You can keep them on the same brand or change it. You’ll just want to mix this one with whatever you get to help ease their body into the change. And then I have quick info care sheet.” The woman exited the room.
“Are we really taking them home Lee?”
“Yeah Lessi.”
Alessia rose up from the floor to sit on the couch next to Leah. “Thank you, Leah.” She kissed the other blonde softly. “I love you.”
“And I love you.” Leah smiled as she leaned in for another kiss. “I did promise we would get a dog when we had a home with a garden, and I keep my promises.”
“That you do.”
“Alright. Here we are.” Martha reentered the room. “These belong to Little.” She held up a gray blanket and stuffed rabbit. “And these belong to McCabe.” She held up a red blanket and. . .
“Is that a shin pad?” Leah asked with a twisted face.
“It is. I honestly have no idea where it came from. Might be an old thing that belonged to one of my boys that she pulled from a closet.” She shrugged. “But as you can see from the teeth marks, she loves it.”
“She is going to need a new name before we introduce her to any of the girls.” Leah shook her head.
“Do we? It just seems to fit so well.” Alessia whined.
Leah leveled her with a glare.
“Fine.” Alessia rolled her eyes. “Martha, do you take donations or anything to help take care of these little ones or other fosters.”
“I personally don’t. I’m fortunate enough to be able to have a few fosters at once and manage. But if you would like, please donate to the shelter that sent you my way. They’re the ones that need the most help.”
“I will do that then.” Alessia smiled. “Alright McCabe. Are you ready to go see your new home? How about you, Little?” She scratched behind the ear of the pup in Leah’s lap before standing up with McCabe in her arms. Leah followed suit with Little in her arms.
Martha handed the items for each puppy to the footballer that was holding them. She leaned in and placed a kiss on top of each dog's head. “You behave.” She said to McCabe. “And keep her out of trouble.” She said to Little. “Right. I’ll get the door.”
Leah and Alessia followed Martha to the door. “Thank you so much Martha. It was a pleasure meeting you. And we’ll be sure to post plenty of pictures to keep you updated.” Alessia started.
“Yes, thank you very much.” Leah echoed.
“I can’t wait to see the official announcement with the names you pick.” Martha opened the door. “It was lovely meeting you both. Take care.” She remained on the porch and waved as the couple drove away.
On the way home, they made a stop at the pet shop for essential supplies. Mostly. They got a playpen to help contain the pups in the kitchen, or outside until they were a bit bigger, pee pads, puppy training treats, collars, harnesses and leads, and half the toy aisle. Alessia wanted to let the dogs have anything they picked. So every single toy that McCabe picked up and thrashed about went into the trolly. Little had picked up a single toy and carried it throughout the entire shop and car park as she sat in the trolly.
“We should have got that carrier that holds the dog to your chest like a baby.” Leah said as she held tightly to a wiggling puppy. “McCabe, seriously.”
“Here.” Alessia grabbed one of the toys they had purchased and handed it to Leah, which was swiftly snatched by the black pup who began thrashing in the defender's arms. “Calm down Stitch.”
Leah stopped walking. Alessia stopped the trolly a few steps later, turning back to her girlfriend. “What?” The striker asked over her shoulder.
“McCabe is Stitch. And Little is Lilo.” Leah looked at each pup as she said the names.
Alessia looked between the dogs and Leah. “Oh my gawd, Le! They are!” She scooped the caramel colored puppy out of the trolly. “What do you think Little? Hmm? I think Lilo would be a perfect name for you. And she.” She turned towards Leah and the other pup. “Is definitely Stitch.” Alessia took a few steps to Leah. “Lilo and Stitch, yeah?”
“Lilo and Stitch.”
Alessia gave Leah a quick kiss. “Come on. Let’s get the car loaded.”
The couple continued through the car park and loaded their items into the boot. Each pup still holding on to a toy. When they were settled into their seats, Alessia pulled out her phone. “Hold Stitch for a sec, Le. I want to send a pic to the girls.”
StarGirl23: jpeg.
StarGirl23: Anyone want to come over and meet Lilo and Stitch?
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omg i absolutely love the way you write about the sully family. if it were possible and if it’s your cup of tea, i’d like to request your take on what the sullys would be like in modern day, and if you could incorporate fali and y/n’s relationship into it that would be cool.
a/n: thank you so much for the request !! this was a nice and fun one, very simple, very cute. i also warn you because i may have made this extremely american / east coast-ern based on the way i described their high school experiences , but i pray that it isn't too unenjoyable if you cannot quite relate to the east coast american high school life. hopefully you all enjoy. feedback + reblogs are always appreciated !!
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sully family modern day headcanons ( feat. fali )
y/n
okay so obviously our babes is literally the best older sister, no matter what universe we’re in
she’s def the type to have gotten her license as soon as she possibly could, and she most definitely saved up for car since she was little—after getting a job and money, she honestly has the best car like it's so cute and personalized for herself
y/n is the uber for the siblings—when jake and neytiri are too busy, she is the one to drive everyone around
lo’ak and spider are literally ALWAYS needing rides somewhere
as payment, lo’ak and spider have to pay for her dunkin' ( except it doesn't really matter because she always buys them donuts either way )
on car rides, as long as her parents aren't in the car, she blasts music and lets the kids fight over aux
she’s the oldest, so i assume probably a senior in high school—she is actually so smart like that gpa is popping off, and she most definitely is like vice president of the student government or something
she runs winter track because she always gets so depressed and unproductive during that time of the year, so she tries to keep herself somewhat alive
in the spring, she manages the lacrosse team ( the same team that both fali + neteyam play in bc she’s #1 girlfriend and #1 sister )
she goes to literally every sports event or school event that her siblings are in—she doesn't miss one of lo’ak’s or neteyam’s games, kiri’s orchestra concerts, or tuk’s performances. she also drags fali with her to every single of these events ( not that he minds at all )
yes she’s very smart, but she has terrible geography skills or navigational knowledge—she’s managed to get lost in the very town she grew up in
she wears the same pair of converse every single day and refuses to throw them away even though they have absolutely no support and are about to rip and expose her entire foot.
she never gets sick and she literally hates it because she always wants an excuse to stay home from school ( she is far too responsible to skip class—the one time she did in freshman year, jake found out because she was literally so awkward and nervous when she got home )
whenever she has a lunch shift with one of her siblings—which always happens at least once because she has three of her four siblings in high school with her—she always doordashes something for them ( she knows exactly where to drop it off so she doesn't get in trouble )
carries group projects
neteyam
a sophomore probably based on his age
him and kiri are in a weird amount of classes together, but they don't complain ( they always cheat off each other )
he definitely is a chick magnet just because he’s attractive and nice, and an attractive and nice guy in sophomore year is truly a treasure
the type of guy to get everything ready the night before school to sleep in more
claimed the passenger seat of y/n’s car and is always the quickest to take over aux
really good music taste
he always complains about not having money, but he’s too busy to get a job during the school year due to his full student-athlete schedule ( basketball + lacrosse )
jake loves watching his son’s games
was on jv for both teams the year before, but he made varsity lacrosse this year and the sully family went out for a celebratory dinner
terrible at english, but really good at social studies because he’s actually interested enough to pay attention
chemistry makes him want to die.
absolutely adores going on car rides with his sister because they just scream music and rant — it's their therapy session
probably is dragged to parties by his friends but just ends up being the designated driver
absolutely done with lo’ak’s bs like oml can this freshie leave him tf alone ?? ( no. )
loves days he has lunch with y/n bc they always get some chipotle or something
kiri
hello guys she is amazing in hs like she has a small group of super close friends
stoner.
crystal girl fr with those balanced chakras
took art freshman year but hated it so now just does yearbook with her friends and it's super chill
has a handshake with y/n when they pass each other in the hallway
she and neteyam have an agreement where he cheats off of her for english and math, but she cheats off of him in social studies
they struggle through chemistry together
she plays cello because she randomly started in fourth grade and just never stopped because she found it nice to have something to focus on during her time off
overloads herself with honors and ap classes and her study habits make her regret it every year ( and yet, her gpa eats every single year )
wants to go to berkeley
helped y/n decorate the inside of her car when she first got it
def the type to wear band tshirts and when guys would ask her to “name five of their songs” she would pretend to be stupid because she thought it was funny ( even though she has a very big habit of hyper fixating on different bands + probably knows more about those bands than they did )
proud to say she never joined the stranger things hype ( it's like her biggest accomplishment )
tiktok addict
tried to watch marvel with lo’ak but she didn’t understand anything and ended up falling asleep every single time ( also complained about how annoying tony stark was )
lo’ak
this man is a complete menace
freshman spaz asf
literally always late to getting ready in the morning and y/n screams at him
just learned how to put on deodorant and is now in the middle of leaving behind axe body spray
tried out for soccer because his friends were and was absolutely flabbergasted when he made jv
played basketball with neteyam over the winter and they were absolute pains the entire season ( but they actually played well together, so you win some, you lose some )
always forgets his passwords to things even though he only ever uses the same rotation of five
banned from going to the bathroom during class because of how many times he has skipped class
obsessed with marvel to the point that, just before he entered high school, y/n had to tell him, “please you need to stop. you are giving geek.”
he always trusts his big sister’s judgement, but he still always goes to opening night of every marvel movie with his friends
don't even get me started on how he bagged tsireya
fali def set them up because he knew his close family friend would look so cute with his girlfriend’s younger brother ( he was correct. )
everyone is still floored at how tsireya remains attracted to him, despite his dumb jokes and the fact that he is completely head over heels for her
he always claims he was the rizz master, but… let’s be real… tsireya is the one who completely rizzed him up
like damn girl! that’s extremely impressive!
despite his annoying-ness, as some may put it, he is very respectful—thanks mama sully for drilling the idea into his head from birth that he must always treat every woman with respect
and papa jake who was just like, “yeah!” #feminist
lo’ak probably had an instagram that he only ever uses to post videos of him skating or something, although he occasionally posts videos of tsireya shredding it while surfing ( and he always reposts her stuff—no exceptions! )
tuk
this silly little girl
oh my goodness i love her
an absolute slay in the second grade classroom, like this girl has all the friends
and her bead crafts?? impeccable. out of this world. absolutely amazing.
totally has been sent to the principal for cussing out some guy picking on her or her friends ( thank the sully siblings for that influence )
jake definitely allows her to watch inappropriate movies with him when neytiri goes to bed early
neytiri only realized this when tuk quoted talladega nights one morning after watching an argument between her brothers ( “you've gotta cross the anger bridge and come back to the friendship shore.” )
jake was wheezing for breath
goes all out when sitting in her booster seat in y/n’s car—when her big sister blasts those lyrics, this girl whips screams out the rolled down window with her sofia the first sunglasses on
she is so cute i cannot
she’s never known a life without siblings—not once have jake and neytiri hired a babysitter
absolutely plays all sorts of kiddie sports because she wants to be just like her big brothers
complete soccer star, total baller, and a menace on the lacrosse field ( tbt to when she cross-checked someone a bit too hard )
definitely claimed the color pink and embraces it—she will argue all day with those boys who think it's a “weak girl color”
she once said, and i quote, “this weak girl color can break your arm, jimmy.” meanwhile, she swung a pink baseball bat in her hands at recess
that one got her in trouble for sure
neytiri was proud though
baby of the fam is literally going to grow to be the baddest boss
jake
he is such a military dad—i mean clearly, but especially so in this au because it's socially acceptable
he’s also so funny
has truly grown into the role of a sports dad, always smacking his lips as he rants about how they could improve their game during the car ride home after a game
neteyam and lo’ak want to kill themselves everytime
tuk takes its very seriously
he loves his girls so much
totally knows about kiri and what she does in her pastime ifykwim
he’s chill—been there, done that, just stay safe or else
keeps secrets for the kids from neytiri ( harmless secrets )
always ranting about music and stuff when music that was popular when he was a kid ( ex. beastie boys, any form of 90s hip hop or rap ) when he hears someone listening to it
was gifted the role of being the parent that takes the kids to the er if anything ever happens—based on the influx of sports in their family, stuff has happened, and he’s always there to take them to get stitches or whatever is needed
such a barbecue dad
he has tiktok, but it's full of an fyp that has food stuff and carpenter stuff
so many unfinished house projects
someone needs to save neytiri
speaking of…
neytiri
i love her so much
she’s so involved with her kids’ lives ( not to an unhealthy point, she gives them space )
is thoroughly invested in her children’s events and extracurriculars
major protective sports mom energy
definitely helps run concessions and sell tickets whenever they need extra help
so much road rage. like so so much.
hates when she isn’t driving—she needs the control
will not let y/n drive her anywhere
podcasts and audiobooks are her lifeline
tea drinker for sure
always attempts to test those keto diets but gives up after like three hours
i see her as a high school math teacher
the students respect her
they fear her
she totally makes her favorite students clear and they like adore her
loyal to her keurig
cherishes her mug from mother’s day a few years ago that reads number 1 mom
has pictures of her kids on her desk
always threatens her children that if they continue to misbehave, she’s going to replace their pictures at home with the pictures of her favorite students
sometimes they can't tell if she’s joking or not
best dressed mom ever
fali
oh my goodness this man
i think i fell for my own oc help
anyway
friend of the world
everyone knows him
type of person to have good grades based on his dazzling charisma alone
super athletic
student-athletes are where it's at
always drives to school with y/n, and they take turns driving
no matter who is driving, the car is always full of him, y/n, kiri, neteyam, lo’ak, and spider ( sullys’ next door neighbor )
on the rare occasion in which all six of them don't have stuff to do after school, they all go drive to shake shack and get milkshakes and cheesy fries ( for my lactose intolerant readers, fali always has emergency lactaid in his car for you )
the employees at chipotle know his exact order because of the amount of times he has been
he’s a burrito addict ( which is gross, because of all burritos… chipotle ?? )
fali and y/n’s favorite movie to watch together tangled, like they can recite every line together ( y/n plays flynn rider + fali plays rapunzel—they both play mother gothel, so i suggest staying far away during mother knows best )
couple goals—they were literally voted in the superlatives as the “mom and dad” of their senior class
nobody could disagree
when their team won states, y/n gave fali the biggest, cutest, most earth shattering smooch
everyone awed and took pictures
except for neteyam who just stood and watched, pretending to be annoyed that his big sister went to fali before going to him
he wasn’t that shocked though
anyway, they’re just the cutest ever
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We got this ~ Vivianne Miedema x f!reader
Part two
As the month flew by, Viv takes big steps in her recovery and forward her being able to play again. With you along the hard and long way, she found strength to keep going, staying positive. Always keeping her occupied, she visits your games, or you stay with her on the straps as Arsenal was playing. Marking the month after her surgery, you guys went on several dates, in restaurants, museums, or casual strolls around parks. You two decide to take the next step and decide to level your relationship to girlfriends.
"I’m heading to an appointment, but afterwards I’m all yours.”
"What kind of?"
"Nothing bad, just with the manager."
"Okay, liefje. See you soon. Any wishes for lunch?”
"Anything you make tastes delicious, surprise me.”
"All right, doing my best."
"You are the best,” you click your tongue.
"Such a charmer.”
"I’ve got so much more. Maybe I’ll show you later but now I gotta go see you.
"
"I keep my eyes open.” You can hear her smile through the phone, how she squeezes her eyes shut and her lips turning up, so her dimples are visible.
Beth and Katie came over for some company they’re looking forward to see you 😊
Over the months Beth was a true friend to Vivianne as she understood her in every situation and could help with emotions different to how you could help her, saying sweet nothings and motivational, showing her the bright side, the positive, keep her going. Katie being Viv’s biggest fan and number one supporter, she was there every step as well cheering as the next milestone was reached.
You ring the bell, and second after, you were greeted by a brunette woman, “Y/N’s here!” Katie shouts back into the house.
"You expecting someone else?” You step next to Viv at the kitchen island where she sits on the bar stool and sling an arm around her back, kissing her cheek, “your other girlfriend?”
"No, no, the girl ordered us food.”
"I’m not even getting your delicious food?” You turn towards the guests. “Thank you guys.”
"Cry me a river,” Katie smirks.
"So what happened at your appointment?”
"Thank you Viv great question,” you face Beth. “Didn’t know I’d only get you in a trio.”
“They asked where you were I told them,” a laughter escape her lips and you shake your head chuckling, pecking her lips. Beth and Katie made vomiting sounds in union.
"Not a big deal, just some adjustments on my contract, my vision for the future.”
"Your big dreams,” Viv remarks, bringing her arms around your waist and pulling you closer, kissing your neck.
It was difficult to get into the building of Arsenal without any of her teammates noticing. You had everything planned. Todays the day Viv has her first training on the field, another big step in her recovery. Changing into your kit, you rub your palms on your shorts, taking a shaky breath. You step out of the room. As you arrive at the pitch, the team is standing in a big circle, chatting about their last days, laughing and enjoying. Your girlfriend soon sets her feet on the grass as well, all cheering her up as she begins to run her tracks. Taking further steps to the group, Katie is the first to catch you, and she runs off to you. “Y/N!” throwing her arms around you and jumping against you. You caught the Irish woman and your stability before falling over.
"Wouldn’t believe you’d be this excited to see me,” you laugh against her shoulder.
A hand rests on your shoulder and Katie gets down on the ground again. “What are you doing here?” she observes you from head to toe. “In Arsenal clothes that aren’t mine?”
"Surprise,” you open your arms, shaking your hands. “If you don’t wanna, I can leave.”
"No, it is indeed a surprise but wonderful,” she lays her arms around your neck and pulls you closer.
"We probably should get going.”
"I understand,” she huffs.
"We’ll cuddle after training gorgeous,” you wink at her before leaving for your first session.
It’s the 22th of October you made it in the staring line on the right wing, it was an intense game with two scored bangers from Katie McCabe. You made important sprints and crosses helped the defense and had a few chances yourself, but they were blocked in any way.
You groaned on your latest chance in the additional minute, but the resentment was out of your body as you’ve made your way back in your half and saw Viv stand at the sideline. In the short sequence, you could lay an eye on her she struggled with tears, her lips pressed together, one dimple showing. She was subbed in, and on the next attack, she was involved. Getting a cross from you, the goalkeeper stopped her shoot. You made my way over to her, and you two high fived. “Good idea, keeper sucks.”
"The cross was amazing, do another.” You hold her your thumb up and jog back into position.
The final whistle blows, and you run towards Vivianne, jumping on her back and sling your arms around her neck. Your head rests on hers. She piggybacks you around the pitch as she hugs the other plays. Then she lets you down, “now give me a proper celebration.” You take her face in your hands and pull her closer, connecting your lips. She drapes her hands on your waist, and after you pull apart, you embrace her as tight as you possible could.
“I’m so proud of you.” Your girlfriend doesn’t move an inch. Her mouth fell apart, and her eyes wide open. “You're not happy you're back?” You snip your fingers in front of her face. “Vivianne? Are you okay?” A hand on each side of her upper arms, you slightly shake her. “Youre scaring me.”
"You just kissed me.
"I mean you're my girlfriend.
"But.. but were still in the stadium,” she stutters, and your eyes widen as well.
"Shit.. shit.. I'm sorry if you didn’t .. that wasn’t what we wanted,” you clap your hands over your mouth.
"It's all right, liefje. It's fine.” She kisses you again.
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Harlowchella
First Lady of Private Garden Instagram AU
Requested by: the treacherous twin @harlowsbby 💖
Liked by jackharlow, saweetie, urbanwyatt, jessicakelce, blancahood, estgee, champagnepapi, lolabrooke, and 3,962,051 others
y/ninsta: guess where we're on our way to? 👀
saweetie: the matching bracelets have me MELTING 😭
y/ninsta: saweetie hubby got them for all five of us
jackharlow: two of my favorite girls. daddy loves you both
y/ninsta: jackharlow lmao shut up
jackharlow: y/ninsta Ivy, Axel, and Autumn weren't the only ones calling me daddy last night, don't act brand new smh
quiiso: here they asses fucking go
urbanwyatt: quiiso same shit, different day lmao
y/ninsta: jackharlow can you be serious for once in your life please? smh
jackharlow: I can literally count on one hand how many times I've been serious, when I asked you to be my girlfriend, when I asked you to marry me, when we got married, and when you made me a father. other than that... nope.
y/ninsta: yall see what I have to deal with? smh
jessicakelce: and I can vouch for that, jackharlow been wild since high school and following y/ninsta around like a lost puppy
jackharlow: jessicakelce and?!? yall not going to get on me for simping over my wife
druski2funny: where yall goin?!?
y/ninsta: I'm going going back back to Cali Cali
allthingsy/n: aww to support her mans as he performs at coachella! we love a supportive couple
jackandy/naremyparents: can't wait until y/n starts performing again, we miss her!
jackharlowsource: jackandy/naremyparents agreed! and the only time we got a little performance was her diss track to dani and drama and that was months ago
allthingsy/n: oh I forgot about those lying ass bitches smh like she really cut them both off and doesn't mention anything about them which I get because I can imagine that it still hurts. her and dani were inseparable
jackandy/naremyparents: but moving on! still can't believe that their someone else's parents other than mine 😭😭😭
jackharlowsource: I wonder if Jack will bring her out on stage, he needs to do it for the Harlow stans because we are DESPERATE to see her
jackharlow: 👀
jackharlowsource: what those eyes mean sir? you planning something? SPILL IT!
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jessicakelce: she said I could say something about it so here goes! here supporting our baby at her first performance since becoming a momma to three beautiful angels. we are so so proud of you and can't wait to see you kill it on stage tomorrow 💕
jackandy/naremyparents: THEY'RE BOTH PERFORMING!?!?!?
allthingsy/n: I'm so excited that I'M ABOUT TO THROW UP
jackharlowsource: IT'S HAPPENING! THIS IS NOT A FUCKING DRILL! I REPEAT THIS IS NOT A FUCKING DRILL! JACK AND Y/N ARE BOTH PERFORMING AT COACHELLA!!!!
y/ninsta: thank yall for being here with me, just like in high school some things never change. been the realest since day one and I'm so happy we're reunited again.
blancahood: y/ninsta wouldn't have it any other way, you know we always got your back, but for now... SHOTS!
y/ninsta: blancahood jackharlow has the babies soooo pass them my way!
jackharlow: yall better not get my wife drunk
jessicakelce: jackharlow you worry too much! we'll bring her back in one piece! we know better because we cannot leave you in charge with three babies by yourself so I know privategarden is there at the hotel helping your ass. you would fall apart without your wife
jackharlow: jessicakelce I'm tired of you always calling me out
urbanwyatt: of course we're here and jackharlow is trying not to lose his mind without her. I'm getting flashbacks from when she went on that girls trip
yungskylark: urbanwyatt DO NOT BRING UP DARK TIMES
neelamthadhani: yeah because I thought we were all going to die
quiiso: and the fact that neelamthadhani bought jack a plane ticket and was like please go see your wife so you can stop getting on everyone else's nerves 😭
shloob_: oh shit and remember when y/ninsta spotted him at the beach house?!? jack was like 'hey babe! funny running into you here'
2forwoyne: lmaooo her ass was PISSED
normani: we were all thoroughly confused lmao and y/n was just looking at him in disbelief before he proceeded to take her upstairs and fuck her brains out.
theestallion: typical Harlow behavior
jackharlow: that was in the past and yall need to let it go smh
2forwoyne: jackharlow but how you're acting tonight isn't because once again we feel like we're about to die and she's only 20 minutes away
y/ninsta: aww do my babies miss me?
jackharlow: YES I MISS YOU, HURRY UP AND COME BACK
y/ninsta: jackharlow not you, the triplets!
jackharlow: y/ninsta YOUR BIG BABY MISSES YOU AND I NEED SOME ATTENTION
jessicakelce: jackharlow YOU GET HER ALL THE TIME, CAN'T WE HAVE HER FOR ONE DAMN NIGHT?!
jackharlow: jessicakelce no.
jessicakelce: 🙄
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y/ninsta: yall ready for Harlowchella? Because me and hubby jackharlow ready to step on yall fucking necks
jackharlowsource: WE'RE READY SIS! I GOT MY SNACKS AND I'M READY TO SHAKE MY ASS!
jackharlow: my favorite position to have you in to fuck that throat of yours
y/ninsta: JACKMAN, PLEASE 😭
jackharlow: y/ninsta what I say?!? wait until both of our sets are over so you can get this work
urbanwyatt: so that means I'll be on babysitting duty again tonight smh
jackharlow: urbanwyatt for just a few hours and then we'll come and get them
y/ninsta: jackharlow I literally cannot take your fucking ass anywhere because you don't know how to act
2forwoyne: I second this
urbanwyatt: he hasn't known how to act around her since we were fourteen
claybornharlow: y/ninsta little baby has arrived
jackharlow: claybornharlow good, we got another baby sitter so I can hit the back of her throat for a longer period of time
sza: jack please lmaoooooo
y/ninsta: claybornharlow hiiii little baby, Autumn was missing you. she saw your picture and all she kept trying to say for the rest of the day was your name. it came out as Tay, but I obviously knew what she meant lol
claybornharlow: y/ninsta my little babies miss me jackharlow how your kids love me more than you tho?
jackharlow: claybornharlow imma kick your ass but who is currently cuddled up on me? AUTUMN. she not thinking about you
claybornharlow: jackharlow once she sees me, you'll be an afterthought
jackharlow: y/ninsta get him before I do
y/ninsta: jackharlow claybornharlow will you two behave?!
druski2funny: this man doesn't let up but ummm y/ninsta I can take you off his hands any time
y/ninsta: druski2funny aren't yall life partners? at least you were convinced that you two were
jackharlow: no me and druski broke up, jaysontatum is my life partner now
druski2funny: jackharlow but you were the one out here cheating!
jackharlow: druski2funny with who?! my actual wife who has my last name? make it make sense
lilnasx: druski2funny give it up already
dualipa: come sit on my face please
jackharlow: dualipa only face she's sitting on is mine, you know better
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jackharlow: Harlowchella Part 1 with yours truly
y/ninsta: absolutely killed it baby, so proud of you! and so were our babies! they saw you and couldn't stop smiling. love you smush.
jackandy/naremyparents: WHO CUTTING ONIONS UP IN HERE?! 😭
saweetie: okay little brother, I see you
jackharlow: y/ninsta love you more than you know
y/ninsta: jackharlow but not more than I love you
2forwoyne: OKAY ENOUGH, WE GET IT. YALL LOVE EACH OTHER.
y/ninsta: 2fo is just mad because I didn't get a chance to make him a pound cake last weekend
urbanwyatt: y/ninsta because jackharlow was too busy eating your cakes
urbandjack24: lmaoooo AYE YO!
y/ninsta: urbanwyatt and what about it?!
jackharlow: Bon Appetit 😏😏😏😏
softtcurse: y/ninsta you better watch it before he impregnates you again lmao
y/ninsta: softtcurse HE BETTER NOT
jackharlow: y/ninsta imma put 5 in you this time so we can get to 8 and then we're done
y/ninsta: jackharlow WHO THE FUCK IS CARRYING FIVE AT ONE TIME? I CARRIED THREE AND THAT WAS ENOUGH. GET SOMEBODY ELSE TO DO IT. (but if you get someone else pregnant imma hurt you)
jackharlow: you'll look so gorgeous though and you know I'm not getting anyone else pregnant but you
y/ninsta: jackharlow and won't be able to walk. absolutely not. I could barely get around with three. I'm good.
jackharlow: y/ninsta fine, how about twins this time?
y/ninsta: jackharlow NO MULTIPLES
normani: you said that last time and ended up having triplets, make it make sense
jackandy/naremyparents: she was a baddie pregnant though, not that she wasn't already but pregnant y/n will forever have me in a chokehold
dualipa: make me a step mommy again
y/ninsta: WHY THE HELL DO YALL WANT ME TO HAVE ANOTHER BIG HEADED CHILD THAT LOOKS LIKE JACK AGAIN?! I JUST HAD THREE! ARE YALL HOES NOT ENTERTAINED ENOUGH?
jackharlow: outta pocket wifey and my head is not that big, I'll show you a big head
jessicakelce: y/ninsta but Ivy looks like you, Axel is a mix of both of you and Autumn looks like Jack but acts like you and I am definitely down to be an aunt again
blancahood: BRB planning the baby shower
y/ninsta: NO NO AND NO
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y/ninsta: full circle moment and I just have to say how proud that I am of myself. the little girl from the southside of atlanta made it to coachella. I never thought in a milliion years that this would be my life, but here we are. fine ass husband, three adorable babies, the greatest parents on the face of this earth, and best friends who always want to see me win. to my beautiful fans, thank you, thank you, thank you, now let me finish before I start to cry 💖
Your girl has now officially returned
saweetie: not your ass having me up here getting teary eyed
saweetie: I love you so very much and it was only right for me to give you your flowers. I am always going to be here for you and I always want to see you win. my best friend is the SHIT!
y/ninsta: saweetie and here come the tears 😭😭😭
jackharlow: my baby girl, killing it like always. proud to be your husband.
y/ninsta: jackharlow proud to be your wife.
2forwoyne: our queen has OFFICIALLY returned!
urbandjack24: TRIPLETS WHERE?!? YALL SEE THAT BODY?!
jackandy/naremyparents: SHE FUCKING ATE AND LEFT NO GOT DAMN CRUMBS YASSSS MRS. HARLOW FUCK.IT.UPPPPPP!!
lilnasx: my baby did that!
allthingsy/n: HARLOWCHELLA!!!!!!!!!!!
druski2funny: soooo you gonna twerk on me like that?
jackharlow: druski2funny you just had to say something outta pocket. cut the fucking shit now.
claybornharlow: so proud of you!!
jessicakelce: AHHHHHHH YOU DID THAT MAMAS!
saweetie: and for people who keep asking why some of her closest friends call her Latto or Big Latto is because she always talked about winning at everything in her life and her angel number is 777 which she has a tattoo of. it's short for lottery and she definitely hits the jackpot with everything that she does. like I still remember when we first met and me and jackharlow trying to convince her to release her music, and now look at her!
urbanwyatt: go best friend!! yall better put some respect on her name
2forwoyne: watched her prepare for this for awhile and still get blown away every time I see her perform
yungskylark: and to think that she only wanted to write music, and now look
y/ninsta: PG, my day ones, I love yall bad and yall can always make my heart go boom. so blessed to have yall in my life and don't want to have it any other way. all jokes aside, thank you for being amazing friends to me and always helping to see what's important in life and protecting me.
shloob_: damn, y/n is usually always the one to cry, but now it might be me
blancahood: you kill it every damn time
y/ninsta: saweetie I love you so much bestie and thank you for always being there for me even if I get on your nerves sometimes lmaoooo
saweetie: y/ninsta never leaving your side. we in this shit for life 😘
urbanwyatt: you know we're going to protect you until the end of time
quiiso: we have no hesitations to beat someone's ass over you lmao
y/ninsta: quiiso and that goes both ways lol
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jackharlow: so proud of my wife. you killed it baby 🥺
She was so nervous and didn't think she was ready, but I assured her that she was. I could tell how much she missed performing and I know how much it meant to her. so what better way for the queen to come back then on the coachella stage?
bottom line: my wife a baddie
Harlowchella was a success
y/ninsta: POOKIE, I LOVE YOU 😭
jackharlow: y/ninsta love you more than anything mamas
jackandy/naremyparents: we love a supportive husband. we stan, we stan, WE STAN
urbanwyatt: and she pushed herself harder than ever to prepare for it and it definitely paid off
jackharlow: she made everyone in the damn house go vegan for three months smh
2forwoyne: oh. what I was eating was vegan?
quiiso: 2forwoyne we know your dumbass don't care what it is as long as she makes it for you
saweetie: and jackharlow was calling me complaining about how he needed for me to sneak real food into the house because he was hungry smh and urbanwyatt too lmao
blancahood: saweetie LMAOOOO my mans was going through it!
jackharlow: saweetie your best friend was starving me smh
y/ninsta: jackharlow I was not! weren't you the one to say eating pussy every day keeps the doctor away? YOU GOT FED PLENTY
sza: well shit
normani: his dumbass would say some shit like that
jackharlow: I plead the fifth
dualipa: feed me next, please. but on a serious note, I'm very proud of you and all that you've accomplished in such a short time.
jackharlow: dualipa she's not feeding you a got damn thing smh
urbanwyatt: yeahhhh vegan isn't for me and I learned the hard way with being her test taster for everything smh
2forwoyne: urbanwyatt then stop being so damn greedy smh
jackharlow: 2forwoyne I KNOW FOR A FACT YOUR ASS ISN'T TALKING SMH you worse than my damn kids. you hear a package opening and your ass SPRINTS to the kitchen on some usain bolt type shit.
yungskylark: I was about to say the same thing lmao
2forwoyne: no 2fo slander will be tolerated smh
y/ninsta: jackharlow look now. I cannot have your big ass head on my chest along with two of your spawns while you hold the other one. YALL ARE HEAVY.
jackharlow: y/ninsta look they wanted you so I had to come through for my babies and we are NOT heavy!
normani: jackharlow I know you've seen how big your head is in the mirror, stop playing
jackharlow: normani CUT IT OUT
y/ninsta: jackharlow I know otherwise, but I vote you to be the one to wake them up so we can get ready for our flight later... at 3 am.
jackharlow: y/ninsta WHAT BY MYSELF?
y/ninsta: jackharlow urbanwyatt will help you. I carried them for 33 weeks, it's literally the least you can do. I'm sleepy.
urbanwyatt: now why am I in it?
jessicakelce: lmaoooo the definition of get somebody else to do it
jackharlow: y/ninsta imma get you back for that, just watch🙄
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she runs a tight ship
rated t | for @strangerthingsocweek day 1 "introduction" | 1,573 words
cw: mentions of illness (just a cold), mildly suggestive language | tags: future fic, corroded coffin, original character, robin gets to have a girlfriend because i said so
author note: a lot of meg's original backstory also revolves around OCs that other people have created, so I've doctored it up a bit to fit in without pulling the other OCs into the mix.
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Meg rolled her eyes the moment she walked onto the tour bus.
The boys, and they were in fact boys since they refused to act like grown men, had left clothes scattered across the floor and couch, empty beer bottles and bags of chips on the table, and a pack of cigarettes on the counter.
Unbelievable.
But actually, totally believable.
They weren’t always like this. It’s just that the first night of the tour was always a celebration when they got off stage and Meg had the unfortunate task of making sure they were alive and prepared for the rest of the tour.
She wasn’t their manager, or security, or really anyone of importance in the grand scheme of things. All of those people were just not good at the job, and she took over quickly to ensure the members of Corroded Coffin didn’t end up ruining their careers before they even got started.
“If I see a single ass cheek when I come back there, I’m quitting!” She yelled towards the back of the bus. It was an empty threat, and they knew it, but she’d seen enough ass cheeks to last a lifetime.
She leaned over to pick up the pile of pants and pair of boots right in front of the door, face crumpling into disgust as she caught a whiff of sweat and weed.
“Meg, good to see ya!” Gareth said as he came from behind the curtain leading to the bunks. “Are we in Cinci already?”
“Yep.” She popped her mouth and continued picking things up off the floor. “Soundcheck in two hours. You guys have to at least try to get your shit together for it.”
“We will! You doin’ okay?” Gareth started gathering the trash on the table, throwing it all in the trash can without even seeing what was full and empty.
“Yeah. Good show last night. Didn’t think you’d do the new one on your first night,” Meg admitted. She’d worked on the song with them for weeks in the studio, curating it exactly to their tastes while still staying true to her own style. She didn’t think it would make the setlist at all, especially since they hadn’t even decided if it would make the next album yet, but sure enough, they performed it last night.
And they’d given credit to their “amazing songwriter friend who made sure they didn’t die or forget to eat.”
She would never admit to the tears that fell when she watched them perform their song.
“Ed and Robin agreed it should be a surprise. I think they both just wanted to see you cry,” Gareth nudged her on his way over to grab the guitar on the couch to put it into its case. “Steve told them not to.”
“This is why Steve’s my favorite,” she joked. Well, half-joked. She considered Steve to be the other half to her Keep Corroded Coffin On Track Team. Without him, Eddie would have been left at a rest stop the first time they went on the road.
“Yeah, that’s no secret.” She could hear the eyeroll in Gareth’s voice, but chose to ignore it. “He was snoring so bad last night, I almost had to consider kicking him off the bus.”
“Wait. Snoring? Steve doesn’t snore unless he’s-”
“Fuck.”
They both realized at the same time what was coming. Gareth looked back at Meg, eyes wide.
“Not now! It’s the beginning of tour!”
“Maybe if I load him up with vitamin C? I have a whole vitamin kit in the van and Robin has that nebulizer for her breathing treatments.”
A round of sneezes came from the back and Meg cursed under her breath.
“He’s gotta get away from everyone. He can take the van with Robin and I’ll bunk on your couch for a few days. Did he have a fever?” Meg was known for being dramatic over small inconveniences, but this wasn’t small. It had the potential to ruin tour dates. If anyone in the band got sick, it could ruin a concert.
“Don’t know. I don’t think so? He seemed fine when we went to sleep. He passed out before all of us though.” Gareth quickly set the guitar down and opened the cabinet closest to the bus door. “We’ve got cold meds. Some cough syrup. Tylenol. Cough drops. You think that’ll be enough?”
Meg nodded. “For now. Let’s see how bad it is first.”
They didn’t have to wait long. Eddie and Jeff came out at the same time, panic written all over their faces.
Meg sighed. “Bad?”
They nodded.
“Okay, stay away from him. It could already be too late, but you guys have to stay healthy.” Meg grabbed the basket of meds and a bottle of water from the fridge. “All of you get outside, tell Robin what’s up, and go with security into the building. I’m gonna get him settled in the van and scrub this place from top to bottom.”
“But I’ll miss him,” Eddie pouted. “How long does he have to stay in the van?”
“Until he can breathe through both nostrils.”
“Can any of us ever really breathe through both nostrils?” Eddie wondered.
Meg blinked at him. “Get a shirt on and get out of here before I make it impossible for you to breathe out of one nostril.”
Eddie threw his head back and groaned. Jeff patted his shoulder and turned to grab a shirt that was still on the couch.
“It’s okay man. Might just be a little cold. Could pass quick!” Gareth tried to reassure him, but Meg could already see how this was gonna go.
She was surrounded by slightly codependent idiots. She loved them all dearly, but she needed them to function individually sometimes.
The door banged open and Robin came up the steps.
“I swear, I sleep in one time and my girlfriend abandons me for her harem of idiot men.” She glances between everyone and tenses. “What’s wrong?”
“You stupid soulmate is sick,” Meg grumbled. “Everyone is in the process of leaving this bus before it happens to them.”
“I’ll wake up Frankie. He’s gonna be pissed,” Jeff sighed. “He got his pillows just right.”
“I’ll get him, you guys go,” Meg shooed them away, waiting for them to all leave before turning to Robin. “Hey, Robbie. Sorry I didn’t wake you up, just wanted you to get plenty of sleep.”
Robin leaned her head on her shoulder and kissed her cheek. “It’s okay, babe. Steve gonna make it?”
“Haven’t put eyes on him yet. Think you could go check? I gotta avoid getting sick, too. The less I’m around him, the better,” Meg handed her the basket and kissed the side of her head. “Get him to the van so he can contaminate that area instead.”
“But then I’ll get sick.” Robin pouted.
Meg couldn’t resist leaning down and pulling Robin’s bottom lip between her teeth, smirking when she let out a yelp.
“You’ll be fine. You’ve got a strong immune system. Promise I'll make it up to you in a few days. Maybe we could convince them to let us have a hotel room so we can-,” Meg said, pulling away when she heard shuffling behind the curtain. “Oh, good, it’s you. The rest of the guys are gone. Steve’s sick. Don’t come back in here until I give the go ahead.”
Frankie yawned, scratched his head, and nodded. “Got it.”
He was slowly becoming her favorite just by the fact that he never really argued with her. Maybe that was because he was terrified of her, but she could enjoy her power a little if she wanted to.
He walked out of the bus in his pajamas, probably not awake enough to realize he wasn’t properly dressed, but also probably not caring at all that he wasn’t. Frankie was a chill guy.
“Eddie?” Steve’s pitiful raspy voice came from behind the curtain. “Eds?”
“I’ll go,” Robin gave one final kiss to Meg’s lips before walking behind the curtain.
Meg only caught a glimpse of Steve, but a glimpse was all she needed to come to the conclusion that he was miserably sick and she needed to air this bus out immediately. She could hear Robin gently explaining where everyone was and trying to bribe him to put some comfy clothes on to move to the van.
She looked around and wondered what he’d touched last night before going to bed.
She opened the window behind the couch, and propped the window by the sink open to get some fresh air in the bus.
“Sorry I’m sick,” Steve suddenly said behind her, his eyes glassy and nose and cheeks bright red with fever and congestion. “Don’t know how.”
Meg smiled sadly at him. “Not your fault, bud. Just make sure to keep your distance from the guys until your fever’s gone. Don’t need them all getting sick at once and having to postpone a concert.”
Steve nodded sadly. “Okay. Can you tell Eddie I love him?”
“‘Course I can.”
Steve was acting like he was dying, but Meg didn’t say anything. Robin had been honest about a lot of her past, their past, but couldn’t say everything. She knew why they were all a bit codependent on each other. Sometimes small things like the common cold felt like a monster they couldn’t fight.
As Robin led Steve out of the bus, Meg made a checklist in her head of everything she needed to do before the show tonight.
Taking care of her boys was always top priority.
#stranger things#strangerthingsocweek#writing challenge#original character#corroded coffin#robin buckley#eddie munson#steve harrington#side steddie#gareth emerson#jeff#frankie or unnammed freak who i have decided is frankie
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Georg angst! Anything I just love angst 😭
time away
georg listing x reader
Summary: georg is away on tour for the first time and you can’t help but feel uneasy
(A/N sorry this took so long! I hope this being a pretty long one makes up for it!)
You were happy at first, happy for him, happy for the band but, as time went on with days turning into weeks and weeks turning into months, the Europe tour started to seem more like a curse than a blessing. Sure, you were excited for Georg, after all, all those years of practice and dedication to the band had finally payed off but when his texts got less frequent and rumours of rendezvous followed the band every city they went, your mind couldn’t help but go into overdrive.
As invasive thoughts of gossip magazine headlines flooded your brain every day with every passing interview they did, you couldn’t help but ask Georg about at least one rumour. After all it was just to ease your thoughts, it wasn’t that you didn’t trust him, it was just the result of time spent apart and stupid jokes Tom would make during interviews about bringing girls to the hotel for the other guys.
The noise from an interview Tokio Hotel was doing on TV was helping to drown out your thoughts and seeing Georg, even if it was just through a screen did calm you, but it wasn’t enough. The 20 over unread texts from last week that he hadn’t even opened was just staring at you every time you stared at your phone, almost as if it was taunting you.
Your finger was hovering over the keypad as you contemplated on actually questioning his faithfulness. Would he be offended that you didn’t trust him? Would you regret asking him and find out something you definitely were not emotionally prepared to handle? Every thought, no matter rational of not ran through your head at light speed, until one question the interviewer had asked, sparked your interest, making your mind go blank for the first time in days.
“so do any of you happen to have girlfriends?”
That should be easy to answer, the band hadn’t gotten a question like that before considering it was their first major tour and nation wide interest for them only sparked this year.
Tom gave a short but snarky response with Bill bashfully shaking his head…as it came to Georg’s turn to answer, the immediate ‘yes’ was nowhere to be found, instead it was slight hesitation, and an awkward smile before he said, “no, not at the moment”
No? No? Than what the fuck were you?
Even the look of the other members face had slight surprise in them, Bill’s eyes had gone a little wider while Gustav’s eyebrows scrunched slightly, not enough to alarm the audience or an interviewer but for you, you knew that Georg’s answer of ‘no’ was not even expected from the other members.
Before, you were hesitant, almost ashamed that you would question your boyfriend’s integrity like that, that you would think so lowly of him, but now…now it was like your thumbs had a mind of their own.
Text after text, question after question, it was like a wave of anger and disbelief had washed through you and poured out into the possibly 30 over text messages you sent in under two minutes. As the anger bubbled over, you couldn’t really find anymore words to express the disappointment and confusion that you felt aside from throwing your phone on the floor and taking in a deep breath.
The deep breath was meant to calm you, help you get back on track, maybe even clear your thoughts but instead, when you exhaled, the breath was shaky, your throat felt like it was burning and closing up all at once as your vision went blurry, tears welling up in your eyes as you curled into the corner of the couch, burying your head between your knees
How could he? Georg…
Your Georg, your funny, sweet, truthful to a fault, cheesy boyfriend who asked you out by telling you a pun. Him? He did such a thing?He told millions that he was single, possibly knowing you would watch this interview, that was a level of arrogance and disrespect that you never thought he could ever even fathom, let alone do.
As hours passed and your makeup stained tears cleaned off by your sympathetic mother, you heard your phone ring, getting a call from Georg for the first time in weeks.
A part of you wanted to rush out of bed and pick up immediately, just to hear his voice, his excuses, maybe even his assurances but you just couldn’t bring yourself to hear him out. There was something so cruel about ignoring your presence in his life on national television, his words and comfort that he mumbled into your ear before he left now seeming empty and hollow.
The calls never stopped for two hours, two full hours of Herculean control needed to ignore every ring that pierced your ears, letting out a sigh of relief when it finally stopped.
You just wanted to sleep and forget, forget any of this happened, forget about him. His words replayed in your mind like a broken record that plagued your brain, how could you be so stupid? let him in and actually believed that he would stay completely faithful during tour…so so naive.
As you fell into a dreamless sleep you were woken up in the afternoon by a knock on your door.
“Go away mom I don’t feel like getting out of bed yet!” Wanting only to be left alone with your thoughts.
“There’s someone here for you and before you say anything just go downstairs!” You knew better than to talk back when your mom got stern, grumbling as you opened your door weakly and ran your fingers through your hair as you walked down the stairs expecting a relative or one of your friends to be there to cheer you up, only to come face to face with him.
“I-I thought that you were in-” Before you could say anything else, Georg pulled you into a tight hug, burying his face in your hair. You desperately tried to pull away, wanting nothing more than to yell and scold him, instead, you melted into the hug, realising that all those months of waiting and separation was finally over, he was here, with you, in your house and hugging you like his life depended on it.
It felt like muscle memory, all of him felt like muscle memory. The generic shampoo smell of his long hair that matched the scent of his skin from the 2 in 1 wash you hated him for using, the small moles on his neck that you tried one time to force into a constellation, his callused thumb rubbing the back of you neck as he hugged you, the soft kisses he liked to plant on your head and temple after fights, it was all so familiar yet with everything you remembered, it no longer made you feel sweeter, instead a bitter aftertaste was all that lingered.
“How could you? I don’t care that you flew back if all you’re going to give me is a hug and a few kisses.” You mumbled, your voice shaky as you met his eyes, urgh those bright green eyes that were usually filled with love and warmth now showing only regret and desperation.
“I’m so so sorry I fucked up and fucked up bad…I don’t expect you to forgive me right away okay? I really don’t, i-it was so stupid, I only said it because management told me t-to a-and i-i had no choice i’m sorry.” Georg huffed, he rarely cried, fuck he never cried, even if he was upset of hurt he just gave silent treatment or would give hints but never had you ever seen tears well in his eyes, even if it was just making his eyes glassy and not spilling out, this was huge.
Sincere.
You gulped and rested your head in his chest, “It’s more than that Georg, you hadn’t answered your phone in days! I could only hear your voice through interviews and the radio…”
Just remembering that feeling of separation was enough for your heart to ache again. “When you said that on live television…like, fuck that felt so humiliating!” Your voice raising slightly, slapping his arm, not too harshly but enough for it to sting, calming down slightly at the feeling of his finger running through your hair, getting the knots out gently.
“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to miss them, it’s just that management has us playing so many shows and going on so many stations every day, I barely got five hours of sleep last night, if we aren’t in public we’re practicing and making new music and the record label is such a fucking dick the deadline is in eight months and I don’t know how we can-” Before Georg could continue his heated rambling, you caressed his arm gently and pecked his cheek. He was overwhelmed, far too drained and tired from everything the band had been going through and in usual Georg fashion, he had kept it to himself.
You’re hand rubbed his shoulder gently, looking up at him with sympathetic eyes, “How overworked have you been?” Noticing the under eye bags that had formed on his otherwise youthful looking skin.
“You should see Bill, he’s too tired for anything anymore.” Georg mumbled, a slight smile on his face as he noticed your softened demeanour.
You sighed, seeing his disheveled hair, wrinkled shirt and dark eye bags. What was he being put through? What was the band being put through?
All that anger that had pent up in you, had disappeared with his explanation, now feeling nothing but sympathy and worry as the more you noticed, the more your anger started to be directed at the people who were overworking the four boys. His fingers were bandaged from playing so often, he had broken out on her forehead and his usual bright smile after getting your forgiveness was tainted with drowsiness.
“How long are you back for?” You asked softly, running your fingers through his disheveled hair, usually he would’ve straightened it but instead, his curls rested on his shoulders as his chin rested on your head.
You heard him sigh and kiss your head, “Until tomorrow morning, why?”
“Let’s take a nap okay? I can tell you haven’t been sleeping well” You mumbled into his chest before pulling him upstairs to your room, hearing him throw himself into your comfy bed when you turned to close the door. When you turned back, you couldn’t help but smile fondly at the sight of Georg laying down , snuggling up to your floral duvet, opening his arms and gesturing for you to lay on his chest.
How could you say no?
As you laid on his chest, feeling his strong arms wrap around your body, his fingers softly caressing your hips and back as you played with his hair, you heard Georg speak up, “About the management wanting me to say I’m single thing…I’ll talk to them about it okay? I promise I will”
You sighed and cupped his cheek, kissing his nose softly, “Thank you but let’s just not think about it right now okay? I haven’t seen you in months, I just want to spend some time with you like before.”
Georg chuckled softly and patted your hips, placing soft kisses on your neck and mumbled against your skin, “We’re 18 and we have a before already…yeah, yeah you’re right, let’s just forget about it right now.”
You could almost see the wheels in his brain turning making you playfully roll your eyes and kiss his forehead, “Stop it, I mean it. I want you to sleep, rest, take a break okay? I’m not going anywhere.”
“I’m not going anywhere either”
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Nosey Sensei LaRusso (1/2)
(Unedited) (Daniel being way to nosey, Johnny being Johnny and not paying attention to his kid, Hinted secretly dating,Pregnant!Single Mom!Reader)
Daniel first noticed something was different with Robby when a car showed up at the dojo one day.
It was after a lesson and everyone was grouped up talking before they all went their separate ways. Daniel had a habit of taking a minute to watch of the kids after class was over. It just felt right to watch them for a good moment to make sure they where all doing ok. Johnny usually headed back inside to help clean up after taking to Miguel for a bit.
Daniel’s eyes scanned the yard, his eyes following Miguel, Sam, Tory and Demetri who where all talking, Chris and a few of the other kids talked in another group on the other side of the yard. Daniel raised a eyebrow when a small car pulled up, a tiny little gray car he had never seen before. He didn’t remember seeing a car like that picking anyone up from the dojo before. Taking a mental step back he looked around for the one student he didn’t see talking to anyone.
Robby.
Robby waved to Sam’s small group before walking over to the gray car. Brown eyes tracked the person who stepped out of the drivers side door.
It was a girl from the looks of it, she looked around the same age as the other kids. She was a bit shorter, maybe a bit taller then Sam. She had on a baggy sweater and jeans. She walked over to the passenger side of the car and waited as Robby made his way over to her. She smiled as the boy got closer. Finally Robby made it to the car, he spoke a few words to the girl.
Robby smiled at her and they both exchanged a few words before he opened the car door for her and she slowly got in. He closed the door and walked around to the drivers side and slid into the car.
Before Daniel knew it the two where gone, the small car speeding off out of the driveway.
“Is Robby seeing someone new? Has he said anything?”
Johnny huffed as he threw some dirty sweat towels into the dojo washing machine.
“Kid doesn’t tell me hardly anything these days. But if I’m being honest it wouldn’t surprise me if he was and just didn’t tell me.��� Daniel rubbed at his chin as he watched Johnny throw in the last of the dirty laundry. Maybe he was just over thinking things. If he really wanted to know what was going on with the dirty blond boy he would have to try and find a more reliable source.
The LaRusso family dinner that night was normal, small talk about things that had happened that day. What the kids where up to at school, how the dealership was doing, stuff like that. It was a nice peaceful environment.
Daniel picked at his plate for a moment before taking a sip of his drink, he gently set it back down as he looked over at Sam. She was eating her own food and trying not to laugh at something Anthony had said. He cleared his throat making both kids and Amanda look at him. Amanda sipped on her wine as she listened to her husband.
“So I have a weird question, but I want a real answer.”
Sam raised a brow, her father looking directly at her as he spoke.
“Is….Is Robby seeing someone new? At school I mean.”
He honestly didn’t want to ask Sam out of all people about a boy that made such a impact in her life regarding dating and her love life. But he needed a answer on the matter.
“Well I mean- I guess? I don’t know if they are actually dating or not but he’s around her all the time at school and I think they hang out afterwards too. He hasn’t really been hanging out with us kids at the dojo a lot. Maybe they are dating?”
“So who is she? Is there a reason he hasn’t said anything about her to anyone? I talked to Johnny about it and he has no idea, then again it's Johnny do I don't think Robby would even think about mentioning a girlfriend.”
Sam took a moment to reply back. Her facial muscles flexed for a moment like she was trying to pick her words carefully.
“I- it could be because she's you know....” Daniel raised his own brow as he tried to fall what his daughter was trying to say. Amanda cocked her head as well watching Sam fumble a bit. Sam rolled her eyes as she made a round hand gesture toward her belly. She bit her lower lip as Daniel clearly didn't follow.
“Ohhh she preggers! I think I'm getting better at charade’s.” Anthony said as he took a bite at his food. Seeming proud of the fact he gussed what she was trying to say before their parents.
Sam zipped her lip as she went back to poking at her food. She didn’t know if she should actually be telling her dad about Robby and Reader’s relationship. She didn’t even really know if she was being completely honest with herself. Robby and Reader had been close for a few months now, she saw them around school a lot.
When Robby sat with the group at lunch Reader was usually right next to him the whole time. She didn’t seem to stray to far away from him. She even witnessed him walking her to class a lot. She usually caught him talking to her while carrying her backpack so she didn’t strain her back.
Daniel mumbled to himself for a good minute trying to take in the new information.
“I have to ask now, is it his?”
“Dad no! Robby would have definitely said something by now if it was his baby. She transferred school while she was pregnant. She’s kinda new.”
Daniel just gave a small nod before turning back to his food. His eyes peered over to his wife who was currently staring him down, wine glass in hand. She gave him a raised brow and a face that definitely screamed “ You really thought”. He rolled his eyes at her before taking a bite of his dinner.
With this new information in his pocket, he definitely had to find out the full story between Robby and this new girl.
At least before Johnny caught on and possibly rips the kid a new one for not saying anything about possibly dating a pregnant girl. Who knows how the blond moron would handle that.
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