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girlgenius1111 · 8 months ago

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hand in hand

part 2 to i'll never leave. never mind. what is healing? what is moving on? you aren't sure. if you know anything, though, it's that alexia will get you through this. and if she ever wondered, you'd get her through it, too. pretty angst but lots and lots of fluff. heavy discussions of grief.

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Maybe you were looking for a distraction, or maybe you just knew your girlfriend well enough to know that she wasn’t entirely herself. It could have just been stress, of course. She was clearly running herself into the ground worrying about you. At home, Alexia was attentive; she seemed to know what you needed before you knew you needed it. She was there, arms open, before you’d even registered that you needed a hug. She distracted you before you even realized you were spiraling. At work, it wasn’t much different. She always had an eye on you, and if she couldn’t for some reason, she made sure someone else did. It was, of course, suffocating at times. Even when it got to be too much, though, Alexia seemed to sense it. She’d leave to go get lunch with Mapi, or visit Eli. She’d kiss you softly, make you promise to call if you needed her, and head out. The few hours of space always worked perfectly, and by the time she returned home to you, all of your annoyance was gone.

Alexia was perfect. More than perfect. You just had this tugging feeling in your chest telling you that something was off with your girlfriend. Your suspicions were only confirmed when you awoke in the middle of the night to find her in tears next to you; a sight that was completely out of the norm for her.

“Ale? What’s wrong?” You mumbled groggily, reaching blindly for your girlfriend. Her sniffles had woken you, though they cut off sharply as soon as you shifted next to her.

“Nothing, amor, nothing. Go back to sleep.” Alexia replied, her voice thick with tears. You forced your eyes open, pulling on her when she tried to roll away from you.

“C’mere.” With a bit more tugging, you managed to pull Alexia onto her back, leaning up on your arm to look down at her face. Her skin was soft under your finger as you wiped a tear away, and you couldn’t resist the soft kiss you placed onto her cheek. “Why are you crying, baby?”

She shook her head a bit, refusing to look you in the eye. “I just had a bad dream.” Alexia lied. It was concerning that she was lying about having a nightmare. Normally, that wouldn’t be something she’d openly admit, so if she was doing so now, it meant that whatever she was really crying about was much worse.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

Alexia just shook her head, leaning imperceptibly closer to you.

A conversation would have to come, that much was obvious. Now, though, her eyes were drooping, and you felt sleepiness creeping back up on you too. You both needed sleep, and whatever had to be said could wait until the morning.

So, you just snuggled into her chest and laced your fingers with hers. You were pretty much as close to her as you could get, and she seemed to relax minutely at the feeling. “Wake me up if you have another dream, okay?”

“Sí, amor.” Alexia whispered.

It was almost too easy to fall asleep. You were warm under the blankets, and pressed up against Alexia. Her heartbeat was steady, as it always was, and the sweatshirt she was wearing smelled like her. You hoped she found you as comforting as you found her.

You were almost completely asleep within a few minutes, but still awake enough to hear her when she spoke.

“Te amo.” She whispered, sliding her hand up the back of your shirt and settling back into the pillows.

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With a long training session the following morning, there wasn’t any time at all for the two of you to talk beforehand. Only when you’d both returned home, showered and changed into comfy clothes, did you decide to broach the subject of what was wrong with her, though you were beginning to think you had an idea of what it was.

It had come to you that morning, when you’d woken up before her. She must have gotten warm in the middle of the night because she’d shed her sweatshirt, leaving her in only a small tank top. She’d been asleep on her stomach, and you’d been tracing your finger over her back tattoos when suddenly the cause of what had been bothering her became obvious.

She was unusually clingy, today, although maybe it was just regular clingy, now. In the aftermath of what had happened, since your girlfriend had been keeping you as close to her as possible. You found yourself curled into her side on the couch, an old Barça match on the screen that Alexia was taking notes on. Instead of bringing it up casually, like you wanted to, it ended up spilling out of your mouth out of nowhere.

“Ale? I wanted to check on you.” You said suddenly. Alexia startled slightly as you broke the relative silence of the room, and paused the TV.

“On me?”

“On you.” You confirmed. Alexia turned herself fully in your direction looking a bit defensive. “This has to be… triggering for you, no?”

Alexia shrugged. “I guess.”

“Look, Ale. This isn’t a one way street. I love you and I need you, but you can need me too. This can be hard for you too.”

Alexia nodded slowly, blinking hard. “It has been a little hard. I do not like to see you hurting.”

“And…” You prompted.

Alexia shut her eyes tightly. “And it reminds me of what happened. It reminds me of what I felt, and what I saw my Mami and Alba go through, and-” she cut herself off, inhaling a shuddering breath.

You pulled her in, slightly awkwardly as you guided her head into the crook of your neck. She was taller, and she ended up laying half on top of you, but the anguish on her face and the almost panicked way she gripped onto you distracted you from that.

“I am okay.” She promised, though you felt a tear drop onto your skin. “It is just hard.”

“You don't have to be okay. I’m here for you too, Ale.” You promised.

A brief pause. “I do not think I am okay.”

You fought a smile at the contradiction, running your nails up and down her back. “Can I do anything?”

“Stay here with me and do not let go.” She requested. “Maybe… maybe we can go see my Mami later? And Alba? I would like to see them, but if you do not feel ready or-”

“We’ll go for dinner.” You agreed instantly. It would be nice to see Eli and Alba. To feel the love of a family, even if it wasn’t yours. Though, if Alexia ever heard you say that she’d be furious; she insisted that you were a part of her family.

As if stricken by a thought, Alexia wrenched her head away from you, a rather frantic look in her eyes. “Amor, this does not mean I do not want you to talk to me, or come to me if you are hurting. I can handle it, I promise, I-”

You cut her off, shushing her gently as she began to panic. Her greatest fear seemed to be you pulling away from her. You tried not to think about why that was. “Ale, I know. I’ve got you, and I know you’ve got me. Yeah?”

Your girlfriend nodded, satisfied. “I’ve got you.” She affirmed. “And you’ve got me.”

“Always.” You promised. Alexia pulled you in closer, and hoped that you really meant that.

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It seemed to come out of nowhere, the argument. One minute you were sprawled across your girlfriend’s body on the couch, watching a show, and the next, you and Alexia were on opposite sides of the room, dissolving into a shouting match.

It began when Alexia asked a seemingly mundane question. One of her hands was tangled in your hair, and the other was tucked up under the back of your shirt, her nails bluntly scratching at your skin. You were as content as could be, until she paused the show, and sat you up off of her a bit.

“Amor, the team is going out tomorrow for team bonding, to the beach. We should go.”

Perhaps it was her tone, or maybe the overly soft look on her face, but her comment felt ridiculously condescending. Like you were a child she had to convince to go to school. You didn’t like to be coddled. You might have even just agreed, if the way she’d phrased her statement hadn’t’ so suddenly infuriated you. And, alright, maybe you were a bit irritable.

“You can go. I don’t feel like the beach.” You told her, trying to remain neutral and not freak out over something so insignificant. Alexia clearly didn’t pick up on the fact that you were annoyed with her, though.

“You do not feel like much these days, amor. It worries me.” She commented, sitting up and attempting to pull you back into her. Again, you felt like a child, incapable of controlling her emotions and completely reliant on her girlfriend to hold your hand through everything.

“You mean since my brother died? I haven’t felt like doing things? Shocking.” You replied bitingly, feeling a pang of guilt in your gut at the surprise that flashed across Ale’s features.

“Hey, take a breath,” she began, trying to calm what she now realized was an impending argument.You were too annoyed to be calmed. Too annoyed by her hovering and her concern. Her never ending patience, her refusal to just get annoyed with you right back. You were overwhelmingly frustrated by the love she insisted on giving you, even during times you were sure you didn’t deserve it.

With a huff, you stood up from the couch, and walked a few steps away. “No, Ale. I don’t want to go to the beach, and I don’t want to take a breath.”

“Okay, then maybe we can talk-”

“I don’t want to talk, Alexia! Jesus christ. Could you stop hovering for two seconds? You are suffocating me.” You spat at her, feeling regret as soon as the words left your mouth. As soon as you saw her face go completely blank, and your girlfriend went from soft, comforting Ale, to captain Alexia, who had a poker face like no other.

“I am sorry you feel that way, I am just trying to help.”

“Stop trying! Stop helping, stop caring. It is too much, Alexia, it is infuriating. You are infuriating. If you want to go to the beach, go to the fucking beach. If you want to move out and stop dealing with me, go for it. I don’t care. I don’t care what you do, just leave me alone.”

Alexia’s jaw clenched tightly, and you saw her take a few calming breaths. You hadn’t meant it, hadn't meant any of it, but you couldn’t understand why she wouldn't just yell back. You didn’t understand how she was looking at you with so much love and so much empathy when you didn’t deserve it.

“I am going to go for a walk, and we can both calm down.” She said soothingly.

“NO! We are having an argument, let’s have an argument Alexia. Don’t run away from it.” You snapped.

Alexia shook her head. “I do not want to argue.”

“Well I DO,” you shouted. “I can’t handle you treating me like I'm made of glass. Why won’t you yell at me? Why won’t you be mad at me and tell me I’m being ridiculous and sensitive and dramatic? Yell at me, swear at me, Ale, please. We both know I deserve it!”

“No.” Alexia said firmly, taking a hesitant step in your direction, freezing when you moved away from her in response. “You do not deserve to be yelled at.”

“I was just so mean to you, Ale,”

“Because you are hurting. And it is easier to be angry and to shout than to be sad. It is easier to push me away than it is to tell me what is going on in your head. I know how your mind works, mi amor. And I will not let you suffer by yourself because you think you deserve it.”

She walked closer, and she looked so inviting. All you wanted was to collapse into the hug she was surely about to offer, bury your face in her sweatshirt and let her hold you. But you knew, you were sure, that you didn’t deserve that from her. Not right now. Maybe not ever again.

“Stop,” you said weakly, though your feet refused to carry you farther away from the blonde approaching you. There was a sad smile on her face, and you felt like something inside of you was shattering at how perfect she was. She knew what you even needed when you didn’t know yourself. It wasn’t fair that she was so loving; you could never be deserving of it.

“No,” she whispered, wrapping her arms around you, a bit relieved when you didn’t resist at all. You sank into the embrace, curling into her larger body. Your body shook with quiet sobs, that only grew louder as Alexia pressed a few kisses to the top of your head. “It’s okay, amor. Just let yourself feel.”

How she knew that you’d been pushing your feelings away when you hadn’t even known was beyond you.

Alexia didn’t let go until you pulled back, raising a hand to wipe your tears away. The blonde beat you to it, though, carefully brushing them away with her thumb, her touch so gentle you barely felt it. In that moment, her love for you was entirely overwhelming, and there was nothing you could do but accept it. Maybe you weren’t deserving, but Alexia clearly thought you were. Even after seeing the worst sides of you.

“I didn’t mean anything I said.” You whispered. “I’m so sorry, Ale, you aren’t suffocating me, you are perfect and I love you. I love you so much.”

“I know you did not mean it, amor, I forgive you.” She promised, leaving a gentle kiss on your lips.

“I’m sorry.” You said again, the words mumbled against her lips.

“I forgive you.” She repeated. Her brow crinkled as she studied you for a moment, a deep inhale before she spoke. “We do not have to go to the beach. But you are allowed to have fun, and feel joy. You are allowed to live, mi amor, even if Wesley isn’t. He would not want you to spend the rest of your life punishing yourself for something that was not your fault.”

You reached up to lay your hand over where hers cradled your cheek. “You know me too well.”

“No, I know you just right.” She murmured, once again bringing you into an overwhelmingly comforting hug. You buried her face in the crook of her neck, and wondered how it was possible for such an overwhelmingly perfect person to love you so much.

And you went to the beach the next day.

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It was becoming easier for you to take time to yourself when you needed it. Maybe it was because you felt like the grief might build up and wash you away if you didn’t deal with it as it came, but regardless of the reason, you were trying to cope in a healthy way.

Which was why, after a night of very little sleep and a morning that could only be described as the start of a very bad day, you’d told Alexia to go to training without you. It was unusual for you to take a day like this, and you supposed this was probably where Alexia’s anxiety stemmed from. You were exhausted, honestly, every part of you. Your brain and every muscle in your body ached for a break, and you decided to give in. Injury risk was always higher when someone was dealing with something like this, and you didn’t want to tempt fate. Really, you just wanted some time to sleep some more, and maybe make a nice lunch for your girlfriend before she came home from training.

She’d left you a bit reluctantly, offering at least 5 times to just stay home with you. You’d insisted, though, knowing that even if the club and your teammates wouldn’t care if Ale took the day with you, it would make you feel guilty. Even guiltier than you already felt.

Everything would have been fine, if you hadn’t gotten so carried away cooking Alexia’s favorite lunch that you forgot to check your phone. After waking up from a nap, you’d barely glanced at it before heading into the kitchen to cook what you’d been planning on cooking.

Leaving your phone behind on your nightstand. Unaware that Alexia was beginning to panic, as you hadn’t responded to any of her texts. She’d been gone only a few hours, but her worry for you seemed to know no bounds, and before long, she’d convinced herself that you weren’t responding because something terrible had happened.

She could see it in her mind, what she’d find when she got home. She cried the whole drive from the training grounds to your shared home, more terrified than she’d ever been in her life. Alexia couldn’t lose you. And this simple miscommunication easily convinced her that she already had.

“AMOR?” Alexia shouted, smashing the door back into the wall as she burst into the house. “MI AMOR?” She began to rush into the house, stopping in her tracks when you appeared in the doorway of the kitchen.

“Ale? What’s wrong?” You asked, more than startled by the state your girlfriend was in. Alexia was breathing hard, her face was flushed, and she looked completely panicked. Still in her training kit, hair in a ponytail that was falling out, she looked so far from her usual put together self. Within a second, she was crossing through the living room and yanking you into a bone crushing hug.

“You are okay.” She choked out, holding you so tight to her it was almost painful. Putting your confusion aside for a moment, you nodded into her neck, entangling your hand with her hair.

“I’m okay, baby. I’m fine.” You assured her. She leaned back after a minute, placing both her hands on your cheeks and looking down at you, her eyes overflowing with tears. “Ale, what is it?”

“You are okay?” She murmured again, her eyes scanning over every inch of you.

“I’m fine. What is-”

Your sentence was cut off by Alexia pressing a fierce kiss to your lips. Sinking into the kiss, you felt her tears dripping onto your cheeks, before she pulled away to try to stifle a sob. This time, it was you who leaned back, shushing her softly. “Tell me what’s happening, you’re scaring me.”

Alexia let out a humorless laugh. “I am scaring you? Why did you not answer your phone all day? Not my calls, not my texts. You- you just did not answer, and I was so scared and I thought-” Alexia stepped away from you, pressing hard at her eyes with her hands, as if that would stop the tears. “You have to answer the phone. You have to. I cannot lose you, mi amor, I need you-”

The pieces clicked together in your mind, and you deflated, guilty flooding your body. “Oh, Ale.” You sighed, pulling her back into a hug. This time, her grip was weak as she trembled against you, crying quietly. “I’m okay. I'm so sorry, baby. I’m okay.”

Alexia held you and cried for a concerning amount of time. You’d really never seen her like this before, completely distraught. You got to see glimpses of Alexia’s vulnerability, normally. A tear here and there. The occasional whispered insecurity when you laid in her arms at night. As time passed, more and more glimpses, but glimpses all the same.

This was more than Alexia had ever allowed you to see though, and you made sure to be just as comforting to her as she was to you when you were upset. You held tight to her, only leaning back to cup her face in your hands once she had stopped crying for the most part. You’d never felt so guilty for missing a phone call in your life.

“Why- why did you not answer?” Alexia asked after a minute, wiping impatiently at her tears. You continued to stroke her cheek gently, recognizing that she wasn’t going to let go of you anytime soon.

“I slept for a while, and then I was making you lunch. I left my phone in the bedroom, Ale, I’m so sorry I scared you.”

“I thought…” she trailed off, the unspoken words hanging between the two of you until you hauled her back into you with a surprising amount of strength.

“I’m not going anywhere, Ale.”

“You promise me?” Her words were muffled by your hair, but you could feel that she wasn’t even really asking; she was begging.

“I promise.” You meant it. There was no force, in heaven or on earth, that would take you away from her. If love for your girlfriend was all you had, you wouldn’t need anything else.

She held you tighter to her, as if she was just making sure you didn’t go anywhere. You’d never felt so wanted in your life.

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It always weighed on her more, on the anniversary. Losing her father had left its scars on her, and they made themselves known some days more than others. Today was always one of those days.

In years past, she’d take the day off from training and spend it with her family. It was maybe the one day of the year that Alexia allowed herself the grace to be imperfect, or so she perceived herself. Today, she let herself be a girl who really just missed her Papi. And when she became this vulnerable, there were few people she was comfortable being around.

Really, it was just two people. Alba, and her Mami. More recently, you were on that list, too.

The two of you had been together for two and a half years. The first year, Alexia had just…. Ghosted you the whole day, not sure how to let you into this part of herself she kept so securely locked away. Last year, you’d slept over and spent the morning with your girlfriend before she went off to see her family. You’d met them at that point, but Alexia wasn’t ready to bring you to something so… private.

The last year had been a difficult one, and not just for you. Alexia was just getting back onto the pitch, getting back to herself, when your brother had died, and that sent everything back into a tailspin. Your girlfriend was so worried about you, all the time, that she’d almost missed the date. She would have, if her sister hadn’t texted her and asked what her plans were.

It had only been a few weeks, and though you were doing better, Alexia wouldn’t feel right leaving you on your own, and she didn’t want to bring you into a situation that would remind you of what you were going through. Alexia decided that this year, she’d remember her Papi by doing what she was sure he would have done in her situation; making sure her partner knew how loved she was. Her father always looked after everyone, and Alexia had taken on that burden long ago. She’d sacrifice this one day of grief she allowed herself, if it meant you were even marginally happier.

Alexia told her mother and her sister her plans to stick with you for the day, since it was a day off, and they’d both understood completely. Days off in the past couple weeks had consisted of a lot of sleep. Your mind was exhausted, and both of you were drained from the intense training and match schedule the team was sticking too. You spent most of the day asleep, preferably on or snuggled up against Alexia, and she was content to make sure you caught up on the sleep she knew you were losing. Your girlfriend had no reason to think that this day off would be any different.

How absurd of her, though, really. To think that you wouldn’t know the significance of the day, wouldn’t acknowledge it. Though Alexia always treated you as if you were the most important person in the world, she hesitated to accept the same treatment. She didn’t think she was deserving of it, and that was something you vehemently disagreed with. She was the most important person in your world. Alexia should have known you wouldn’t allow her to put you first. Not today.

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Alexia woke up feeling heavy. Like her body knew the significance of the day. This was perhaps why she didn’t notice that you weren’t in bed next to her. Not until she reached over to hold your hand, thinking that while you were still asleep, at least, she could allow herself to hurt, but found only soft sheets.

She got out of bed to look for you almost immediately. Because she wanted to make sure you were okay, and also because she very much wasn’t. And she desperately craved a hug from you. The delicious smell coming from the kitchen alerted her to your location, and she padded softly down the hall towards you.

She moved silently, as she always did, pausing to watch you, because the sight in front of her was making her heart melt. You were standing at the counter, carefully plating some warm pastries. She recognized them as her mother’s recipe. They were some of her favorites from her childhood, and she was almost instantly overcome with emotion at the thought of you asking Eli for the recipe. You were humming quietly, looking more yourself than you had in a while.

All of this, combined, seemed to be too much for your girlfriend, because when you saw her out of the corner of your eye, turning to smile at her, she already had tears in her eyes.

Your smile turned sympathetic, and you abandoned your spatula and the pastries to walk over to her. You didn’t hug her right away, instead, you placed your hands on her cheeks and wiped away the few tears that had escaped.

“Hi my Ale,” you whispered, guiding her face down and standing on your tiptoes to press a kiss to her forehead. No sooner had you done that, than she was pulling you into her arms around you and lifting you up. You wrapped all your limbs around her like a koala, inhaling the comforting smell of her shampoo.

“What did you do all this for?” She asked, voice muffled by your shoulder. Maybe you were just in a good mood. Maybe you hadn’t remembered. She wasn’t sure if she wanted you to remember or not, honestly. If you did, she’d have to allow herself to feel. And if you didn’t, repressing those feelings would probably be just as difficult.

You pressed a soft kiss to her neck. “Did you think I wouldn’t remember what today is?”

Alexia put you down, though she kept you pressed close to her. Her face was conflicted, but you were acutely aware of the sadness in her eyes. She shrugged. “You have had a lot going on, I did not want to take away from-”

“Your feelings do not take away from mine. Today is hard for you, I know that, and I want to do whatever I can to make it a little easier. Yeah?”

“You do not have to,”

“Alexia, we are not pretending that today isn’t happening. You deserve to remember your Papi, and be as sad as you need to. Understand?”

“I love you.” She murmured, her voice breaking. “Thank you.”

“You don’t need to thank me,” you told her, something she’d been repeating for the past couple weeks. “Today is your day. We can do whatever you feel like doing, vale?”

“Stay here. With you. Lay. Do nothing.” Alexia grumbled, sounding almost like a caveman. You smiled gently, nodding along with her requests. She could have asked you to cartwheel around the yard for hours on end, and you probably would have said yes.

“Eli and Alba are picking you up at 7, though, and you’re going to go visit your papi.”

Alexia’s tiny smile faltered. “Picking… me up? Just me?”

You looked suddenly unsure, the previous confidence you’d had completely gone at her question. Had you done something wrong? “I don't want to intrude on your family time, Ale-”

“You are my family, and I want you there. I… I need you there. Por favor.” She requested, bringing her forehead down to press into yours.

“Of course, baby. Whatever you need.” As if you’d ever refuse her.

It only really hit you hours later, what she’d said. You are my family. It felt… right. It felt true, like it fit. When you were with Ale’s family, the gaping hole that your parents and your siblings had left after your last meeting didn’t feel so empty.

Healing was a funny thing, and you were pretty sure that the loss of your brother wasn’t something that you could ever really, completely heal from. But as you sat at dinner with Eli, Alba, and Alexia, you saw joy in them. Joy they had evidently recovered in the years since their loss. It gave you hope. That maybe everything would be okay, maybe you could feel like yourself again.

Eli and Alba were laughing to each other at some ridiculous story from when Alexia first began to drive, and your girlfriend was blushing slightly, though she was smiling a bit. You leaned into her, resting your head on her shoulder.

“Thanks for bringing me.” You whispered. You turned to look up at her, and you knew Alba was just seconds away from making fun of Alexia’s heart eyes, the ones she always seemed to have when she gazed at you.

Alexia didn’t care that she was about to be teased, though. ‘Thanks for coming.” She whispered back, leaving a chaste kiss on your cheek.

Alba laid into her then, and Ale shook her head, wrapping her arm around your shoulders and pulling you into her. Alba could make fun. Alexia was too busy thinking about how desperately she wanted to really make you a part of her family to care very much about her younger sister’s teasing.

You kept calling her perfect. As she watched you tease Alba right back, this time about how she’d shown up to brunch a few weeks ago with hickeys all over her neck, looking like she’d been out with a vampire, you said, Alexia knew the truth. If she was perfect, it was because loving you made her so.

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haven't really been feeling like myself recently, and i wasn't entirely sure i wanted to write tonight but i gave it a shot and it didn't feel like ripping my teeth out with pliers. so a win is a win, hey?

i think i like this. i think.

hope you all enjoy 🥰🫶🏻 appreciate everyone being kind and patient <3 love to you all

tell me if you find typos okay thanks bye i love you

#woso imagine #woso x reader #woso one shot #woso fanfics #alexia putellas x reader #alexia putellas imagine

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bluesidez · 9 months ago

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GymRat!Miguel Part 9.1 | full chapter without breaks on AO3

content warning: lots of music links, ROADTRIP!!, some hurt/comfort at the beginning, a damn near comedy if I must say so myself, Spanish parts (if wrong, please correct me), lots of fluff, Buc-ee's shenanigans (I love that store), Miguel drives a Range Rover (hot, I know. Tyler got that MUNYUN), some jealous Miguel (MY FAVORITE), a hint of jealous reader 🫨 (she has a storm coming lol), simp Miguel if I'm being honest, 18+ so MNDI, male masturbation, wet wet fantasies, both reader and Miguel are h word for each other

word count: 7.1k, damn near proofread (this is only one part of the behemoth)

I did some research on MLE, yachts, superyachts, dolphins, and water activities for this chapter. 🤠 Hopefully, it shows! The yacht size I imagined is somewhere in between a regular yacht and a superyacht/megayacht. I built a Range Rover just for GR!Miguel you guys. (thanks to my irl besties and @slushycoookie once again 🥰)

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GymRat!Miguel who comes back home after nearly a week of bliss with you. He floated all the way home from dropping you off with Tyler’s people.

He made them wait much longer than they needed to when he decided to makeout with you next to the black Suburban.

Only a few more weeks before he could see you again.

GymRat!Miguel who is met with his mom sitting on the couch with just the tv glowing on her.

His steps were too heavy to sneak past her, so he just sighed and settled down on one of the plush chairs.

“I see you’re home,” she says. Her eyes don’t move from the Golden Girls episode playing softly.

“Sí, mamá.”

“How come you didn’t tell me where you went?”

“Gabriel told you where I was. I’m sure you asked him.” Miguel was tired already.

“He did, pero eso no fue lo que te pregunté.” (but that’s not what I asked you)

“Ma-”

“Mijo.”

“You’re not even looking at me.”

“And you’ve sat so far away. Like I’m going to hurt you. Miguel, I asked you to come home. You didn’t respond. You didn’t call. You didn’t even speak to me when you came back a few days ago.”

Miguel stared at her face, willing himself not to get emotional over this.

“I acknowledge that I should have let you know where I was. I didn’t talk to you because I didn’t want to say something I would regret.”

Conchata finally turned to look at Miguel. Her first-born. The life given to her after so much turmoil.

She could still see the little boy that would cry at the drop of a hat. She could still see the little boy that would dry up his tears if Gabriel started to cry with him, just to comfort him. The little boy with so much room in his heart.

She can see him now, face ridden with sadness. A face that she knew too well.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you, mijo.”

“Well, you did. Again. I’m used to it. This isn’t a new feeling. What is new, is you acting like this towards someone else close to me.”

“I-”

“Let me finish, ma, please. You’ve never been a parent that cares about how I’ve felt in regards to anything. You have made decisions for me without a second thought without ever considering how I might feel. You’ve also never been the type of person who hurts someone else for no reason. I’m sorry I’m not with someone you picked, but I’m not sorry for loving her. She is everything to me. If I were to fall, there’s no doubt in my mind that she would be there to build me back up. She’d probably even break my fall if I couldn’t stop her.”

Miguel stopped to look up, willing himself not to cry.

“What you said to her brought something out that she hasn’t felt in a while. You broke her in a way that I promised myself I never would. I wanted to present her to my family in a positive light, to show her off. I didn’t expect you to be ecstatic about her, but I did hope that you could at least open your heart up once you met her.”

He looked off, tears escaping from his eyes. You’re in a better position now, but he won’t know if that donner will creep back up on you, making you hate yourself for something that’s not your fault. He remembered the pain in your voice, how kept it in until you were with him and away from the manor. He hated it.

“But instead, she was met with two people who paid her no respect. Two people that brought her turmoil. I expected Kron to be horrible, look at how he talked to you, but not you. You were supposed to be better. You didn’t see how much you hurt her, I did. It’s like we prepped for nothing but a shitshow and I should have followed my gut and kept her to myself a little longer.”

Miguel sniffed, wiping at his nose in hopes that it would stop the urge to cry.

Conchata let the silence rest. Nothing but the TV and her son’s sniffles filled the room.

“I’m sorry, Miguel.”

Miguel turned back. Shocked that she didn’t put up much of a fight.

“I just,” she paused. “There’s no excuse for how I treated her. She didn’t deserve it and if I could go back and change my behavior, I would. I think that I was just overwhelmed. Upset because my baby is growing up. He’s moving on and I can’t hold him in my hands anymore. I don’t tuck him in anymore. I don’t have to check under his bed for monsters. He doesn’t need me to do anything. So this shift is hurting me, mijo, and I took it out on the wrong people. For that, I’m so sorry.”

Conchata was a hard-cased woman. She stuck with her opinions, even if they were blatantly wrong. She was proud and vocal. She never let people see her crack or fall under pressure. So, seeing her like this, begging for Miguel to understand her, was a rare moment for Miguel.

“Ma, me growing up doesn’t stop me from being your son. I’m still here. I’ll still rely on you, but I want you to have a break too. You have to let me grow. I won’t live here forever, but that doesn’t mean I won’t come back to you. I’m glad you were able to express this to me, I just wish you could have said so sooner.”

“Lo siento, mijo.”

Miguel got up to get closer to her. He wrapped her up in his arms, too easy to forgive her. “It’s ok.”

He leans back and kisses her forehead, heart mending by the smallest of stitches. “You still have to apologize to my girlfriend, though.”

“I will when I see her again.”

“And we need to go to therapy.”

“George has already told me.”

“And I want you to make me some ceviche. And tamales.”

“Bueno.”

“And tres leches.”

She sighed, but squeezed him tighter. “Don’t curse in front of me again, and I’ll consider it.”

“Gracias, mamá.”

“De nada, mijo.”

GymRat!Miguel who goes to sleep with his body feeling a lot lighter. The weight of his relationship with his mom lifted a little off his shoulders.

GymRat!Miguel who has two grand master plans that he’s been setting out for months: eating you out and making your first time together special.

He’s been overthinking every detail like a maniac. The peaches from the fruit bowl have been disappearing to his room for research purposes only- and a snack of course.

He once ended up on the girl side of Tik Tok where they complain about everything guys get wrong when pleasuring them. He had been thoroughly reading the comments and taking notes here and there. He didn’t really need the tip about making noise though, he already does that just thinking about you. So many times has he had to stuff his mouth when jerking off.

He also had a few tabs open in incognito mode. That research is only done in the deep of the night.

Right now, he’s sitting at his desk reading some article about listening to your partner’s body and his mind can’t help but to wander off. Will you grip your thighs around him? He hopes so. He could die that way. Will you be vocal? Will you tell him if it’s too much? Will you guide his head and pull his hair?

That last question has him gripping his sweats in anticipation. No doubt when you scratched at his back in the hotel room, he was reeling from the sensation. It was like a reward for him whenever you feel so good, you’re too unaware of what you’re doing to him physically. Too lost in bliss to register the marks and pain you’re leaving on him. You just want him to give you more.

Miguel drops his pen and pushes the heel of his palm on his growing bulge.

“Fuck.” Every time about an hour or so into researching, his head is full of you. He imagines what it’ll be like to finally taste you, to be inside you.

He remembered how wet you got with just a little rubbing. Your body was so responsive to his movements and he couldn’t stop thinking about what would happen if you guys upped the foreplay.

Miguel leaned back in his chair, arm over his head. He dropped his hand in his sweats hand gripping at the base of his erection, exhaling deep as he gave it a few pumps.

Your hands on his chest. Your arms around his neck. Your nails scraping his back. Your thighs wrapping around his waist. Your breath on his lips.

You opening up for him. You dripping down his fingers, down his legs, down his face. You screaming out his name loud enough for the entire neighborhood to file a complaint. You in whatever position he puts you in. He could hold you up. Maybe have your legs in the air or stretched out on the bed. He could have you grabbing for the sheets, the headboard, him. His head in your chest, in your pussy, in your ass.

Pre-cum spilled onto his stomach, rolling down his shaft. Would you let him go that far?

He doesn’t know what’s worse, the cold showers and teeth-marked arms at the beginning of the relationship or his constant daydreams of your body connecting with his that kept occurring regularly.

Maybe you felt the same way too. That was a new thought.

Do you wonder about your first time together? Were you just as excited as him? Do you get wet at the thought of him inside of you? Do you have to stop everything and find pleasure like he does? Were your fingers enough or did you need more?

Miguel continued to move his hand up and down, squeezing occasionally to mimic what you might feel like.

He’s groaning into his elbow, hips lifting from his desk chair.

He could almost hear your voice in his ear. Begging, praising, crying out, stuttering.

GymRat!Miguel who cums as Gabriel slams through the door. In a matter of 15 seconds, Miguel covers his drenched chest, shoves his sensitive dick back down, and grabs napkins to try to wipe away at his hand.

Nevermind his shirt is now ruined.

“What the fuck are you looking at and why is this picture showing a seductive pomegranate?”

“Why the fuck are you opening my door without knocking?”

“I did knock! I did our special knock plus a freestyle! I thought you were dead, Miguelito.”

Miguel’s heart felt a little tug despite its rapid tempo, “’M not dead, Gabri. Just busy. I didn’t hear you.”

Gabriel snickered when he got closer to look at his laptop. “I can see why. These tabs are a dead giveaway.”

Gabriel reached over to stare at Miguel’s notebook.

“These are some good tips! You shouldn’t expect her to taste like sweets, though.”

Nothing in his notes indicated that, but Miguel wanted to be offended for you anyway.

Miguel gave Gabriel a hard side eye, mouth set deeply down.

“I really wish you would get out of my room.”

“Oo, you should buy a rose. Dana loves that thing.”

“I don’t want to hear about whatever freaky shit you and Dana get up to, Gabriel.”

“You’ve caught me in more embarrassing situations, I’m just trying to lighten the mood! I also suggest those candy panties-”

“I’m not putting candy on- Gabriel. Can you please stop talking to me?”

“Miguel, this stuff is important!”

“¿Por qué eres así?” Miguel mumbled. “Ok, yeah. I get it. But you can chat to me about this after I’ve switched shirts.” (Why are you like this?)

“Fine, I’ll come back. Ten minutes. Then we must have a healthy chat about how to have fun safely.”

Gabriel skipped back to the door singing Candy loud enough to be heard as he went back to his own room.

“Strawberry! Raspberry! All those good things! Violets and gumdrops that’s what you’re saying to me, me, me.”

A black hole would be nice to save himself from this situation.

GymRat!Miguel who jumps out of his bed the day of the “Yacht Weekend.” Gabriel is dead set on calling it the “Yachty Pawty” and Miguel thinks that’s unbelievably stupid.

GymRat!Miguel who has to go and pull Gabriel out of his bed to get him to get ready, his body stretching like a ferret. He’s never been a morning person. It’s like his brain didn’t start computing until noon.

GymRat!Miguel who jogs around the neighborhood to kill time. The weather is a lot cooler in the morning plus it gives Gabriel time to come to reality. He waves to the son of one of his neighbors who gawks at him as he passes by.

Were his shorts giving away too much again? He didn’t feel a draft.

He looked down at his crotch. All good.

GymRat!Miguel who calls you while he stops to take a water break.

“Amor!” His voice is bright and his smile is radiant, watching as you squint at the screen.

Your cheek is squished against the pillow and you’re wrapped up in your covers.

“Hey, Miggy. It’s so bright there.”

Your voice was scratchy, a sign of how deep in sleep you were. You were so fucking cute.

“Are you running?”

He placed his phone on a nearby bench so he could stretch. “Yeah, I’m taking a break.”

He went into a deep lunge, stretching his body low to the ground.

You went quiet for so long, Miguel thought the call dropped.

“Baby? Did you go back to sleep?” Miguel asked.

“No, I’m still here. Those pants are,” you started to shuffle your phone. “Really short.”

“Really?” Miguel stood up and looked down at his pants. They did cut off high up his thighs, but they were good for running. Plus, he got hot easily, so he needed as much wind on his skin as possible. “They’re comfy.”

“Mm hm. Can you turn around for me?”

Miguel turned, confused but willing.

“Got it. Thank you, my muscle bear!”

“What did you just do?”

“Took pictures of your ass. It looks great. I’m gonna hold it real good later.”

Miguel laughed and grabbed his phone.

“Can I hold yours, too?” He wanted to do way more than hold it.

You smile sleepily at the camera. “I’ll think about it.”

GymRat!Miguel who lets you stay on the phone while he runs back to the house.

“You’re just going to hear the wind and me breathing for a few minutes.”

“And I’m fine with that! It’s like boyfriend ASMR. Peaceful.”

GymRat!Miguel who ruffles Gabriel’s hair when he gets back home. He’s staring at the wall and shoveling cereal in his mouth at the slowest pace known to man.

“Buenos días, hermanito!” (Good morning, little brother)

“Mm.”

GymRat!Miguel who takes a cold shower to cool off for once and not because he’s having explicit thoughts of you.

GymRat!Miguel who chugs down a protein smoothie while he waits for Gabriel to come downstairs.

GymRat!Miguel who answers the door to Dana. She’s got some shades on and a purse with the same texture as a croc.

She peers over her shades. “You’re looking put together!”

“What do you mean by that?”

“Don’t play dumb. You’re trying to impress your girl! What do you have planned? A dinner on the horizon? A spa date? Oh! No! Another shopping spree?l

Yes. No, but he should arrange that. And absolutely not. He’s not Tyler.

“No,” Miguel squints. “But how can you tell?”

“You’re easy to read, big guy. Even when you think about her your eyes turn into hearts. When have you ever thought to wear a button down for a roadtrip to the beach?”

“Touche.”

“I’ll figure out what you’re up to. I have my ways.”

She twirls and runs up to Gabriel’s room, leaving a waft of strong perfume after her.

With that, Miguel knew it would be at least another 45 minutes before he could get on the road.

GymRat!Miguel who does his special knock on Gabriel’s door.

“I’m opening it, so you fiends better have your clothes on.”

He swung the door open to the disheveled couple. Dana with her hair astray and Gabriel breathing eerily hard.

“Seriously, guys? I need to go by the airport.”

“I was just waking him up!” Dana says with a voice that was much hoarser than it was an hour ago.

“Well,” Miguel put a hand on his hip in a way that anyone could tell he was Conchata O’Hara’s son. “Are you awake, Gabri?”

Gabriel’s face was as red as a tomato as he shook his head no.

Miguel pitched his voice higher to mimic his brother. “Ten minutes. And then we can have a conversation on time management and respect. Except it won’t be “safely” because I’m going to hurt you.”

GymRat!Miguel who finally backs out of the driveway in exactly ten minutes. Gabriel is rubbing his arm in the passenger seat with a pout on his face. Dana is grinning from ear to ear.

GymRat!Miguel who hands Gabriel the aux. He might be a silly boy, but his music taste is immaculate.

GymRat!Miguel who almost has to hurt Gabriel again when he doesn’t want to get out of the passenger seat.

“Why do I have to move?”

“Because I said so.”

“That’s not grounds for anything!”

Dana pokes her head over the console. “Gabie. Read the room. He wants to grip on to his girl while he drives with one hand. Show off.”

GymRat!Miguel who kisses you and grabs your bags at the same time when he sees you. The cars around are loud, honking sporadically. People are walking and running to catch cabs or get to their loved ones. Workers are trying to direct the traffic.

It all quiets down when he meets your eyes.

“Hola, mi amor.”

You wrap your arms around his neck and bring him close. “Hello to you too, my love.”

You smile up until he presses his lips against yours. More and more pecks follow after that.

He holds his nose to yours, completely enraptured by your presence.

“Oh my god, let’s go!” Gabriel shouts from the car, pressing his palm against the steering wheel.

“You’re not the one driving, pinche pendejo!”

You giggle and stand on your tippy toes to try and see over Miguel’s shoulder. You’re still too short so you lean sideways. Miguel melts.

“Just a few more and we’ll be done Gabriel!”

“Fine. For you, I’ll let it slide.”

You stand back up straight and kiss Miguel a little more.

GymRat!Miguel who does reach over and grip your thigh. If Gabriella and Troy weren’t in the back belting, he’d hike his hand up further.

“Right now I can hardly breathe!” Gabriel pivots his head towards Dana dramatically, water bottle a faux mic.

“Oh! You can do it, just know that I believe.” Dana is touching his chest dramatically.

“Are they always like this?” You ask, laughing a little at their antics.

Miguel groans in annoyance. “Yes.”

GymRat!Miguel who nearly sprints out the car when he parks by a pump. He’s been riding for a bit and he needs to stretch his legs.

“Miggy, you want something from the store?”

You’re standing next to the car, the wind blowing your hair back. Your jacket blows away a little, showing off the tight little outfit you’re sporting. You’re beautiful.

He wants to break you down in the front seat of his car.

He swallows the thought. “I’ll come in there soon, don’t worry.”

You walk in the giant gas station and head immediately to the Icee machines. For the best possible experience, you should wait until it’s time to go before buying it.

As you’re walking along the wall wondering what flavor you should get, you feel a tug at your arm.

You turn to see Dana with some bottles in her hand.

“I don’t know what he’s planning, but trust me when I say, you should take these.”

You frown as you take the cranberry juice. “Um.”

“I’ve been around those two long enough to know when one of them is up to something. I mean Gabriel hasn’t said anything off, but look at how he’s bopping around the store.”

You turn and look.

He is indeed bouncing more than usual. He’s so tall that if he puts even more pep in his step, he might just break a hole in the ceiling.

“Ok,” you turn back to Dana while fighting a laugh. “So they are planning something. What does that have to do with me and cranberry juice?”

“Gabie tries his best to use bro code, but I quite literally suck the information out of him sometimes. He caught Miguel looking at lots of articles about pleasuring his partner. With his mouth. That’s all I know for now.”

Your heart picks up. He was still going on about that?

“That might just be a coincidence.”

“He’s wearing damn near beach attire with his hair styled. He held onto your thigh for an hour, even when the turns got tough. He stared at you walking into the store even until he couldn’t see you anymore.”

You bit your lip. “Those last two things are standard Miguel behavior.”

Dana huffs and spins you around.

Across the store, you could see Miguel and Gabriel huddled over something. Miguel with his eyes focused and Gabriel animatedly explaining something. Every once in a while, Miguel would nod and roll his eyes up as if he was mentally checking on something.

You sigh and turn back around.

“Do they sell pineapples too?”

GymRat!Miguel who looms over you while you and Dana are looking at some cakes. You look up at him, pressing your head against his chest.

Miguel kissed your forehead when you beamed at him.

He looked over to Gabriel who was also crowding Dana and shouted, “¡Vamos!”

In a matter of seconds, Miguel had lifted you and brought you to the middle of the store where the workers were cooking up fresh meat.

You squeal in shock and laugh on the way over. Miguel’s not even struggling.

Gabriel on the other hand huffs as he places Dana down.

“You need to work on that, babe.”

“I can lift you when I want to!” Gabriel replies, petulant.

“For like one minute maybe. Why don’t you start working out with Miguel?”

“No thanks.” They both said in unison, almost carbon copies of each other.

Really, if Miguel didn’t work out, or if Gabriel did for about a year, they could definitely play off as twins. Only subtle things separating them, like Gabriel’s freckles, softer face, and slightly shorter height and Miguel’s less curly hair, thicker eyebrows, and deeper voice.

In your eyes, their bond was precious. You wondered what their baby pictures looked like.

“You guys are so cute,” you say, reaching up to squeeze both of their cheeks.

They both melt the same way in your hands. Miguel’s face is only a little bit hotter against your palm.

GymRat!Miguel who presses up against you while you both check out. You stay nonchalant and talk to the cashier like normal, but you could feel Miguel’s heartbeat through your thin romper.

Every breath he took molded on your skin, his chest rising and falling against your head.

He kept steady hands on your hips and waist, only moving them to pay for your snacks.

The cashier would take not-so-subtle breaks to stare up at him, face getting redder after each glance.

You could only think “me too, girl.”

He really did look good today. His shirt was open a little lower than normal, his shorts loose but tightening around his thighs with every step he took. His hair was slicked back with a few strands falling loose and shades sat perfectly on top of his head. A chain danced around his neck, the color glowing on his pretty skin. He was tanner than usual, the sun making him glow after so many morning runs.

To top it off he smelled really good. You wanted to lick him.

From how slow the cashier was moving, you knew she was ready to take a lick too.

You took moments like this in stride. Especially when Miguel was pressed so hard against you, you could feel his dick at the small of your back.

Still, when people still tried to hit on your boyfriend or gawked at him even when you caught them, it was hard not feel frustrated about others thinking he can be taken from you. Or just ignoring you.

More often than not, Miguel would bring you back down to earth with some action to let others know that he’s taken.

Today, it was a kiss to your neck and a smack to your ass followed by his hand rubbing circles in the same spot.

He grabbed the bags in one hand and your hip in the other.

You looked back to the cashier scanning the next customer far more aggressively than before.

GymRat!Miguel who eats half of his sandwich before starting the car back up.

You still place the other half in front of his mouth, feeding him occasionally.

He just smiles before and after each bite. Giddy with attention. You wipe his mouth to stop sauce from spilling from his shirt.

Miguel almost turns the car into turbo drive.

GymRat!Miguel who finally makes it to the beach an hour or so later. It’s late Thursday afternoon, so the sun is still shining bright.

Gabriel is excited to finally be free from the tight back seat so he uses the opportunity to blast music from Miguel’s stereo.

“C’mon, Dana! Dance with me,” Gabriel said, pulling her out of the back seat and bringing her to the front of the var. “Let’s have a twerk-off.”

You can’t stop the laugh that spills out of your mouth. You couldn’t imagine either of them shaking anything.

“I can not twerk and you know it!”

“That doesn’t mean you can’t shake. Don’t be shy now!”

You and Miguel get out of the car to stretch, Miguel watching the two over the hood of the car, unphased.

Gabriel turns to you with a glint in his eyes. “Can you twerk?”

You were ready to shake your ass on a yacht after some liquid courage, but you didn’t mind a little dancing beforehand.

You hurried to the front before the song was over and put your hands on the hood. You bend over with an arch in your back and move your ass to the beat of the song.

You hear Gabriel shout, “Oh shit! Go, go, go!”

Dana sprints, nearly bulldozing Gabriel to stand behind you and catch it. You laugh at the two and bend even deeper, encouraged by their cheers.

GymRat!Miguel whose eyes nearly pop out of his head when you bend over.

When did you learn how to do that?

He’s stunned for a second until he reaches inside the car and turns the radio off. He’s going to kill Gabriel.

Miguel hurries to the front and picks Dana up by her armpits to move her aside. “You guys are wasting my gas and neither you or you are CashApping me shit.”

He straightens you up and pulls your risen romper back over your ass. He stands behind you like a bodyguard, arms crossed and frown deepening.

“I don’t know what you think we’re going to be doing on this yacht, but all of my girls are throwing it back. You need to prepare yourself, Mig.” Dana scoffs, mostly offended that Miguel just removed her from a dream spot.

“Yeah, Mig. Be mindful of why you were invited to the function,” Gabriel turned his nose up and wrapped his arm around Dana. “Now, if you’ll excuse us, m’lady.”

Gabriel bowed to you and you curtsied back with a fake dress. The two of them walked like royalty to the trunk, gathering their bags.

GymRat!Miguel who stuttered trying to explain himself when you turned to him.

“Is it going to be a problem for you that I’m dancing with others?”

“No!” he said way too fast.

You gave him a look with your eyebrow raised.

“You just,” he paused. His voice got quieter as he played with the strap of your romper. “You never danced on me before.”

He had a pout on his face, mouth turned like a duck.

“Oh my god, Miguel. I can dance on you if you would like. You just have to ask.” He was so cute. You’ve never seen him get that jealous before.

You kind of want to play with him some more.

“Can you dance on me later?” he asks, not daring to meet your eyes.

“Of course.”

You giggle as you kiss his cheek. His pout slowly disappearing from his face.

GymRat!Miguel who is greeted by the enthusiastic captain with a shake that moves his entire arm. He’s a jolly little fellow, cheeks rosy and his mustache curled on the ends. He was also strangely stocky. He reminded Miguel of Santa Claus if he took vacations in the Bahamas when he’s not at the North Pole.

“I take it you’re Mr. Stone’s son, yes?”

“That would be me.”

“Excellent! Excellent. Your father has told me quite a lot about you. You sure do take after his height. My name is Captain Barrett and I’ll be steering the boat for you youngins this weekend. Me and your father go way back. And between you and me, I was better lookin’!”

Miguel chuckles awkwardly, trying to move the conversation along.

He finally looks past Miguel and sees the three of you standing there.

“And who might you three be?”

“This is my younger brother, Gabriel. His girlfriend, Dana.”

“And this is my girlfriend.” Miguel moves by your side and wraps his arm around your shoulders. His tone is full of warmth as he says your name.

“It’s nice to meet you all. Will you all be in our cabins this weekend?”

“Yeah, this is four of the ten staying on board. The others won’t get here until tomorrow at noon.”

“Is Kron supposed to be joining you all too?”

Miguel stiffens, his grip on your shoulder a little firmer.

“Not that I know of, no.”

“Perfect! He ruined my other boat and it took me ages to clean it up. Hopefully, you’re nothing like him.” Captain Barrett does a little pleading gesture with his hands.

“Welp, follow me and I’ll show you on board!”

GymRat!Miguel who is still stunned by the amount of things money can buy when he sees the yacht. He’ll never get used to the life of luxury that Tyler introduces to him.

“Holy shit,” Gabriel mutters as he stares up at the black and wooden beauty of the deck. Dana elbows in his side, telling him to be polite in front of the captain.

“Welcome to Black Jack.”

There were crew members there to hand out fancy smoothies and grab everyone’s bags.

You had seen yachts on some of your old high school classmates’ Insta stories but this was beyond.

“I’d like to introduce you guys to the crew. They’ll be assisting me to give you youngins a good time.”

Captain Barrett ran down the line and you all greeted every person. Miguel made mental notes of their names. They’ll be getting close with all of the surprises he had planned for you.

“And this is my son, Blake! He’ll be helping me up in the cockpit.”

Miguel stopped to shake his hand.

He was like the textbook definition of a pretty frat boy. Tall, but not O’Hara tall, tan, and handsome. He smiled and showed a straight line of teeth, dimples peeking through.

“Nice to meet you, Miguel. Kron’s really not coming?”

What’s with people asking about that dickhead today?

“Nope. Just us and our friends. If he does come, it’s news to me.”

Blake went to shake your hand and it was like he started to glow under the sun. His smile went up to his eyes and he mimicked the heartthrobs in the movies Miguel’s cousins watched growing up.

“And who’s this?”

“My name is-”

“My girlfriend,” Miguel said before you could even finish.

You looked up at him in shock, laughing it off. “That too, but I have a name.” You respond to Blake and shake his hand.

Miguel doesn’t like how his eyes scan your body. It was subtle, but he caught it.

Even as you all finish up greetings, Blake is still making moves towards you. The type of flirting that probably flew over your head, but Miguel has been around enough guys like him to know exactly what it was.

“So is this your first time on a boat?” Blake asked you while he guided you guys to your room.

“No, actually. But it’s definitely my first time on a yacht, especially one this huge.”

Miguel followed behind with Dana and Gabriel.

“Is this your first time on a boat?” Miguel mocked Blake quietly, mouth scrunched up.

“‘La envidia esta flaca, porque muerde y no come,’” Gabriel replied. “You’re turning green from your neck, bro. He’s just being nice.” (Envy is thin, because it bites and does not eat.)

“No, he’s definitely flirting,” Dana quipped. “He’s not even paying the rest of us any attention.”

“Thank you, Dana. And Gabriel, don’t ever quote a Spaniard to me again.”

“How do you call that flirting? He’s not even-” Gabriel paused as Blake laughed really loud at something that you said with his hand guiding you way too close on your ass. “Ah shit.”

Miguel stomped towards you two, yanking Blake’s hand off of you and replacing it with his.

“I think we’ve got it from here. You can show those two where they’ll be staying. Thanks,” Miguel nods his head towards Dana and Gabriel with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

“Right,” Blake responds to him with a blank face. “I’ll see you up on the deck.” Blake winks at you before walking further.

“Don’t kill him, Miguel,” Dana pats his shoulder as she walks by.

“You’ve got my permission to hurt him if he touches me one more time though,” you say, snuggling close to Miguel and patting at his chest.

“So, I’m killing him. Got it.”

GymRat!Miguel who watches you twirl around the VIP suite.

“Miguel! This is so beautiful! Look at the view.”

“Oh my god! There’s a walk-in closet!”

“There’s a bidet! How’d they fit that and a shower in here?”

Miguel leaned on the doorway, watching you comment on every little thing.

You made sure to start to spray everything with Lysol, a habit from your mom when traveling.

While you were in the bathroom, Miguel got out one of his first gifts of the night.

It was another keychain to add to your collection. He’s been working hard to have this weekend make up for the awful dinner night.

He placed it on the bed and started to open his bag to grab his pajamas.

“What’s this?” you ask, coming out to spray the bed.

“Just a little gift for you.”

“Aw, this is so cute!” Your voice gets higher as you take in the little legos. “They even look like us! When did you get these?”

“I got them made about a week ago. You like them?”

“I love them! Thank you, Miggy.”

GymRat!Miguel who wants to moan when you walk out.

You guys are going on a double date with Gabriel and Dana at a casual-not-so-casual restaurant farther in the city. That didn’t stop you from getting all dolled up.

You walk to him on the bed, standing in between his legs.

“Amor,” Miguel said, rubbing his hands up and down your backside. “You look amazing.”

“Thank you. So do you,” you responded, careful to not run your hands through his hair. It was a comfort for you, but you didn’t want to ruin it.

Instead, you bent down to kiss him in the quiet of the room. The sun was still out, but a lot dimmer than before. Little patches of sunlight caught Miguel’s eyes. The color was so deeply brown, you swore you saw speckles of red throughout.

He moved to sit you on his lap, glancing over every detail of your body.

“You’re making it harder for me to want to leave.”

“It’s funny that you say that. You’ve been walking around like you’re straight out of a beach movie. Chest out and legs for days.”

Miguel blushed and put his head in your chest, bending you back and holding you so you won’t fall.

“What are you hiding for? It’s true!” you laugh as Miguel seemed to burrow his face deeper.

“Yeah, but you don’t have to call me out.” He was just trying to impress you, per usual.

GymRat!Miguel who gets nervous on the way to the restaurant. It was one of those immersive experiences with projections on the plates that told stories with the meals. They were pretty cute to Miguel and he figured that all three of you guys would love it.

The only thing is, he pulled some strings with Tyler to add an extra animation in there. He’s not sure how much that cost, but he’s glad he didn’t have to see the price.

GymRat!Miguel who side-eyes Gabriel when he just about screams as the little chef walks across the animated place.

“He’s so tiny!” he whisper-shouts. “So precious!”

By the time the first course comes out Gabriel is fighting tears.

“Control it, Gabri,” Miguel says, rubbing his back.

“I’m trying. I really am.”

GymRat!Miguel whose heart blooms when you laugh at one of the scenes. The little chef is squabbling with a giant shrimp and losing the battle.

GymRat!Miguel whose heart speeds up when the special animation starts up.

Only the two of your plates are lit up. There’s a river of chocolate that separates the two. From Miguel’s plate, there’s a little version of him that calls to your plate. He watches as your eyes grow when a mini you climbs on top of the plate and yells back. Your character throws him a kiss, sending a pink flutter across the river. The wave of it goes straight to mini Miguel’s heart who in turn, falls backwards dramatically.

The real you lets out a watery laugh at the scene, eyes looking at Miguel briefly in shock.

Mini Miguel jumps back up and gets to work, digging around the plate to grab biscoff cookies from the chocolate ocean to make a boat. While he works, your character wanders around the plate cutely, tidying up the area for his arrival.

When the boat is finished, Mini Miguel uses a giant spoon to steer the boat, singing out brightly the closer he gets to you. The mini you is jumping up and down, cheering him on just like you do in real life.

Once he gets to the edge of your plate, you lean close to give him a kiss. He climbs from the boat onto the plate and spins you around. You giggle in his hold until he lets you down.

From there, he starts to use the spoon to drag a chocolate message across the plate. He takes confident steps, spreading the brown syrup across the plate with ease.

“Tú eres mi luz.” (You are my light.)

When he finishes it, you both sit at the edge of the plate, feeding each other scoops of chocolate from the giant spoon. They both look up at you to wave, the Mini Miguel cheesing extremely hard as he waves both arms.

The animation fades away in a wave of browns and pinks, the waiters bringing out the actual plates of food.

The floodgates open when you’re presented with the same chocolate message, a slice of chocolate biscoff cake, and little chocolate decorations of the mini you and Miguel.

“Oh my god, the spoon is here too,” you say with emotion, picking up a chocolate coated spoon. “Miguel!”

You don't know what to do. You keep fanning your face in hopes to stop the tears from coming out and ruining the light makeup you had on. Dana hands you a pointed napkin and you thank her while holding your head back.

Gabriel is a mess, faces wet with tears. His cheeks are round as he blows out air to control his breathing.

“I didn’t mean to make you cry, mi amor,” Miguel’s face is ridden with worry as he reaches across the table to grab your hand. He looks to Gabriel and sighs, “You either, hermanito.” (little brother)

“I’m good. I gotta just,” Gabriel waves a hand in front of his face cutely. “Just gotta get this out. If you’ll excuse me.”

He gets up to shuffle to the bathroom.

“I better go help him out. He gets a little delirious when he cries like that,” Dana says, rubbing your shoulder as she leaves the table.

Miguel wastes no time to sit in Dana’s seat, taking the napkin from your hands and wiping carefully at your tears.

“I love you. So, so much,” you say, resting your face in his hands. “Everyday, you find new ways to surprise me. I don’t know how you do it, but I’m just…”

You pause, waving your hands in the air, unable to express how you felt. Just thinking about it has the tears spilling over again.

“Hey, hey,” Miguel chides, catching your tears again. “If you keep crying, I’m going to cry.”

“I can’t help it, Miguel! You made a cookie boat to get to me. How can I not cry?”

Miguel reaches to kiss your cheeks in hopes to help you subside the tears, “I know, baby, I know. But to answer your first thought, when I think of you, the ideas just pour out of me. You’re my first true love, so I don’t know all the ends and outs of a relationship, but I do know what it feels like to be loved. I just want to extend that feeling to you.”

You stare in awe and the man sitting next to you, eyes glistening as you take in his words.

“I think I need another tissue.”

Miguel laughs as he grabs one to pat at your face again.

GymRat!Miguel who feeds you bites of the cake while you feed him scoops of ice cream when you’ve calmed down. You can’t stop smiling for the rest of the night.

divider by: @iwonbin 🩵

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lordprettyflackotara · 9 months ago

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hitchhiker || chapter one || the proxies

tw: mentions of murder

<— prologue

Brian frowned as he picked up a can of soup, examining the label.

Grocery shopping is pointless.

He sighed as he put the can in his shopping cart. His gaze didn’t stray from the shelves, searching for his favorite. Tomato soup.

Not like we stay in one place long enough to really eat all of this shit.

Brian pushed his shopping cart forward, grumbling to himself. Since your meeting the proxies, they had done everything to avoid you. He cringed at the thought of Tim’s weakness. For the first time in years the roles were reversed, Brian the harsh one and Tim the blind softie. He reached forward to grab a can of chicken soup, his cart ramming into something.

His eyes flickered over to the hard stop, shock washing over him like a brutal wave. There you stood, a tiny red shopping basket accompanying your arm. In your hand sat a can of his beloved tomato soup. “Holy shit, Brian?” You asked. No no no no. What the actual fuck were you doing here? Brian awkwardly scratched the back of his neck. They had driven outside of the city to avoid you and here you stood.

“I think you have me mistaken for someone else-” Brian began. An overly optimistic Toby popped over his shoulder, dropping a container of oreos into the chart. His face lit up at the sight of you.

“Hi Y/n!”

Goddammit.

This reminded Brian why he thought Toby was a liability a smooth eighty percent of the time. The other twenty was Hoodie being impressed someone as slender as Toby could chop up a body so fast. You grinned as you walked around the shopping cart. “I didn’t realize you guys lived so far away from the city, I would’ve driven you closer,” You say. Brian admired your sober look, your face flushed with more color and your words no longer slurred.

“We work out here. Just grabbing some groceries on the way home,” Brian answered. Toby pranced around behind you, peaking over your shoulder. “T-t-tomato soup is H-, Brian’s favorit-te,” Toby said. Brian sighed, silently wishing Hoodie was fronting so you couldn’t see his face. You held out the can to him. “You can take it, it’s the last one,” You say, offering him a small smile. Brian hesitated, before remembering how much he enjoyed tomato soup. He reached his hand out, grabbing the can. His fingers brushed against your soft skin, which was radiating a comforting warmth.

You were like a bundle of touchable joy.

Oh fuck he was becoming soft.

“Thank you,” Brian mumbled, placing it in the cart. You eyed the cart suspiciously, noting the lack of substantial food. “I know you guys are middle aged men, but shouldn’t you have some real food in there?” You asked curiously. Not exactly like we have a lot of time for cooking. “We burn a lot of calories when we-” Toby started. Brian sent him a look so viscous he was surprised the kids head didn’t explode. “When we’re a-at work,” He finished. You raised an eyebrow, exchanging glances between the two. You were about to question the men’s relationship, the faint sound of static causing you to close your mouth.

It was overwhelming, the sensation making the left side of your temple throb. Brian was about to excuse them from the situation, a familiar voice interrupting his saving face. “Hey what’s taking so long?” Tim asked. His eyes nearly popped out of his head at the sight of you. “Hi Tim,” You greeted. It was interesting to you that not only had you ran into them again, you had managed to run into all three of them. Your drunken night had wiped away the awkward moments during your interaction.

Tim had thought you would’ve forgotten them entirely, but it was the rather opposite effect than he wanted. Instead of forgetting them, you only forgot the awkwardness and tenseness of the car ride. “Hi there,” Tim greeted. Brian could practically feel Tim’s flusteredness. Over the years they had slaughtered many women without a second thought, including attractive ones. And sure, the three of them hadn’t had intimacy in God knows how long. But Brian just couldn’t understand Tim’s infatuation with you. You were just a girl.

“So um, about dinner,” Tim continued. Brian refrained from visibly showing his distain. There was always the possibility you would’ve forgotten about the dinner proposal. What the fuck was Tim’s problem? It wasn’t as if Brian wanted them to all die practical virgins, it just wasn’t logical. Having any form of relationship would only result in a tragedy. Brian had racked his brain about it long ago, back when his freedom was first stripped away from him. What could he say? He was a horny motherfucker whose potential lovers would be slaughtered or tortured.

“Yeah?” You say. Brian could tell you were getting excited. You were practically bouncing on your heels. Man, maybe you’d make a good match for Toby. Brian shoved the the thought out of his head, looking away. “Why don’t we go grab some burgers or something tonight?” Tim suggested. Brian noticed the slight raise of your left eyebrow. Tim must’ve too, clearing this throat before following up with, “All of us. Our treat.”

You couldn’t have put on a bigger smile even if you had wanted to. “That sounds great. How about the corner burger joint on twenty eighth avenue? It’s near my apartment,” You suggested. Brian watched in horror as Tim grinned, giving you a confirmative nod.

“It’s a date.”

Brian couldn’t usher the three of them out of the store fast enough. Once comfortable in the car, Brian turned towards Tim. “Do you have any idea what you’ve just done? You practically gave her a headstone with her name on it,” He spat. Tim rolled his eyes, digging in his pocket for his faithful box of cigarettes. “One dinner is harmless, isn’t it kid?” He asked, glancing at Toby in the rearview mirror. Brian sighed as the younger man nodded excitedly. “M-most interaction we-ev’e had with another human in a longgg time,” He agreed, his neck twitching to the side again. Brian pinched the bridge of his nose between his fingers.

“Don’t weaponize Toby against my argument. We both know this is a terrible idea,” He said flatly. Tim started the car, driving past a fallen over shopping cart on the overgrown field. “If the Operator gets interested in her for even a split second-” Brian continued. Tim rolled his eyes, a cigarette dangling from his lips. “Thats not going to happen, we’d never bring her to him. Besides, she’s just a girl. What’s the worst that could happen?” Tim answered. Out of the seven years they had been partners, Brian had never heard Tim be more nonchalant.

“O-one of us could g-get laid for once,” Toby added. Brian frowned as he reached into one of the grocery bags, pawing away to find the oreos. “Yeah we won’t bring her. But you know they will,” Brian pointed out. The sound of Toby crunching on oreos and the smell of Tim’s cigarette smell overwhelmed Brian’s senses. “They have no reason to be interested in her, nor do they have any reason to front tonight. We already took care of our mission for today. Boss gave us an easy target,” Tim reminded him. It was true, the latest assignment one that would begin easy.

In the trunk of their car sat a corpse of a middle aged man, one who was a detective. He had been investigating the proxies symbol and the various murders they had committed. He was putting all the pieces together, something that led him to a dangerous fate. It was the proxies responsibility to conceal the identities of all creeps. It was their literal job to clean up the messes the Operators mansion residents had made. It became more than personal though once someone began looking into their lives more than they should.

After all, Toby was still considered wanted. Tim and Brian were considered missing. Brian folded his arms, frowning as he looked out of the window.

“Oh yeah that reminds me, how the fuck are we going to discard of the body before dinner?”

You held your phone to your ear, navigating through the whimsical rack of your closet. Your closest friend Nova was on the other end, helping you choose an ensemble for your dinner with the boys.

“Who are these guys again?”

Her voice was laced with concern. You held up a black dress to your figure, analyzing every last detail. “I met them on Halloween. Just a couple of hitchhikers,” You replied. You tossed the black dress aside, grabbing a white one instead. “I read cases of hitchhikers being cannibalistic murderers almost daily you know,” Nova replied. You had grown up with Nova, the two of you remaining close friends into adulthood. Despite the two of you having gone two separate waves career wise, you always made time for each other. She had chosen to be a detective. Despite her constant complaining, her passion was truly driven to seek justice for the victims of psychopaths.

You on the other hand, had made a more reckless choice. Your childhood dreams of being an actress had traveled over into adulthood. Leading in your long term employment at the Steak and Shake as a waitress. “Not all hitchhikers are crazy Nova. Besides, these guys seem nice. You’re the one who’s been telling me to get out there again,” You reminded her. After your nasty breakup with your ex boyfriend, you had become a bit of a reclusive. Halloween was the first time you had been out in months, Nova leaving early with her hookup of the night.

“Yeah but there’s three of them. They’re going to make you pick one,” She informed you. You rolled your eyes. You set your phone down on your dresser, putting it on speaker. “You know with how woke you are i’m surprised you don’t believe in being polygamy,” You said. You shoved your jeans down to your ankles, stepping out of them. You glanced up at a photo of you at graduation, Nova occupying your side. Her caramel skin was always polished and soft, her soft brown eyes always lit up in a smile during photographs. Her hair framed her face just right, giant curls practically bouncing in the picture.

“It’s not that I don’t, I just don’t see you being the polyamorous type,” Nova told you. You shoved off your shirt, tossing it aside carelessly. “If you’re so worried why don’t you go with me?” You suggested. You knew Nova would immediately decline, you just wondered what excuse she would come up with this time. The two of you ran with two very different crowds. Hers more professional, yours more wild. “You know I don’t have time for that right now. Winston just disappeared. Godwin couldn’t wait to throw this case in my lap,” She sighed. You began putting on the dress, struggling to put your arms through the complicated arm holes.

“Yeah? Why’s that?” You asked, trying to sound out together as you put your neck through the wrong hole. You awkwardly shifted on your feet, questioning why you bought this dreaded thing in the first place. “There’s a bunch of murders he thought were connected by some weird symbol. All of them have been gruesome. The chopped up bodies have all been dismembered the same way,” Nova informed you. You grinned as you finally managed to maneuver the dress, admiring yourself in the mirror. “Dude i’m going out to eat in like fifteen,” You reminded her.

“Yeah yeah my bad. I forget regular citizens don’t interact with this kind of stuff,” She said. You refrained from rolling your eyes, reminding yourself she wasn’t being egotistical. She just lived in her own world a majority of the time. You picked your phone up off of the dresser, taking her off of speaker before putting the phone up to your ear. “Well do you think Winston was onto something?” You suggested. Nova seemed to ponder it for a moment before responding. “You know I thought he ran away with his mistress but you’re onto something. He must’ve been on the right track,” She said.

“Most detectives don’t disappear overnight with their wallet still at home,” You reminded her. News headlines had been broadcasting Lewis Winston’s disappearance all morning. “Look at you becoming a little detective. You gotta get your degree so we can become partners,” Nova chuckled. You smiled, pulling on a pair of shoes. “Let me star in at least one blockbuster hit before you force me to change career paths,” You replied. You admired yourself in the mirror, ignoring your antsy nerves. How long had it truly been since you had been out on your own?

“You know i’ll be in the front row of the premiere. Maybe your hitchhiker boyfriends will be there too,” She laughed. Nova meant it as a harmless joke, but the idea alone made you incredibly flustered. “Yeah yeah very funny, i’m going to go have dinner with my hitchhiker boyfriends now,” You told her, guiding the conversation to end.

“Uh huh. Call me if your hitchhiker boyfriends are killers!”

You took your friend’s warning as a joke, but looking back, you should’ve taken her advice.

—> chapter two

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asonofpeter · 2 years ago

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Night Shift

Pairing: Jaime Reyes x F!Reader

Summary: Jaime doesn't like that you work a night shift at a bar, so setting out to get a job at Kord Industries, you're shocked when he comes home with something else....

Warnings: mentions of men being pervs, lots of screaming and a little bit of violence, SPOILERS FOR BLUE BEETLE!

Word Count: 2.4k

A/N: My first full fic in a while? Yes, it is indeed and with my new love, Jaime Reyes. If you haven't seen Blue Beetle, pause and go buy a ticket cause this movie is good! So proud of mi Xolito! Anyway, I'm proud of this, so enjoy! 💕💕💕

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“You don’t have to do this, y’know? I’ll get the job tomorrow and work hard to support the family and us,” Jaime stood up from your bed, grabbing hold of your hands to stop you from getting ready for work.

“Jaime, I know you want to do everything you can to stop us from losing the house, but we need the money, wherever we can get it from,” you inhaled.

You moved in with the Reyes three years ago after your parents kicked you out. The details are unimportant and messy but you were happy you ended up in a loving household after all. The only problem now, you’re on the brink of becoming homeless.

“But a job where drunk assholes violate you?” he scoffed and you rolled your eyes, knowing most customers haven’t gotten handsy since you started. “It’s not right,” he shook his head, squeezing your hands. “I don’t want you to have to go through that,” he rested his forehead against yours.

You knew he meant well. It sucked having to work at a bar where wearing low-cut tops and push-up bras made for extra tips. Especially when you worked during the night. But then again, even when businesses are going bankrupt, bars are seemingly filling in at an all-time high. You had to take advantage of the dire situation even if Jaime didn’t like it.

“I can handle my own,” you smirked. “Nana taught me a thing or two,” you winked.

“I bet she did,” he chuckled.

“And besides,” you removed your hands from his grip, smoothing them up his arms until they rested on his biceps. “I have my big strong boyfriend to protect me,” you looked at him finding the blush forming on his face adorable.

He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you in as he leaned forward to kiss you. His lips moved against yours slowly, one of your hands moving up to tug on the hair of the nape of his neck.

Living in a small house with five other people gave you no privacy whatsoever, so moments like these were cherished. All those stolen glances, hidden kisses, late-night talks—it all meant something.

“I gotta go, okay? I’ll see you in the morning,” you pulled away.

“You’re crazy if you think I’m letting you walk to work alone at eleven at night,” he grabbed your arm lightly, pulling you back into his embrace. “I’ll be there to pick you up at seven too,” he said and you sighed out contently.

“It means a lot, but don’t you have your job interview tomorrow?” you rested your head against his chest as you both walked out of your and Milagro’s room.

“I’ll sleep, wake up, pick you up, then come back and get ready,” he shrugged and you agreed with his well-thought-out plan.

“Ya te vas, mija?” Rocio asked once you both entered the kitchen and you nodded. “Cuidate, y come tu comida, no quiero que te desmayes,” she handed you a paper sack and you smiled, thanking her.

It was things like that which made you grateful for Jaime’s family—your family. The constant protection and worry they hold over you like one would for a daughter or sister. Making sure you had a lunch packed so you can eat and not faint during your shift. It warmed your heart and made you grateful every day.

“Make sure she gets there safe, okay, Jaime?” Alberto pointed to his son and your boyfriend nodded, reassuring the two.

Walking out of the house, you found your hands intertwined as you made your way down the block. You glanced at Jaime to find him smiling at you before he looked ahead. You grinned at the fact you caught him before you too continued your focus forward.

Palerma City was alive at night, even in the small barrio you lived in. The streets were dark, flickering lamp posts illuminating the people who were still up trying to make a living by whatever means. You looked far past, the bright neon skyline of the city, all the rows of high rises where all the rich white folk were fast asleep tucked away in silk sheets.

You would get there one day.

“What did my mom pack for your lunch?” he asked, pulling you out of your thought.

“A torta de jamon, an apple and orange, some Fritos, and oh, a gansito,” you gasped in excitement before you stuffed the bag in your backpack. “I know exactly what I’m eating first,” you giggled.

“My mom literally said we ran out of gansitos,” he said in shock. “She loves you more than me,” he feigned hurt and you wrapped your arm around him, cooing as you kissed his cheek.

“What can I say? I’m lovable,” you hummed.

The two of you turned the corner and you found yourself at “Margaritaville”, the newest establishment where you got paid minimum wage and received great tips from businessmen who got off on a pretty bartender flirting with them before they made their way home to their wives. Or from people who recently got laid off from their jobs and needed someone to talk to.

Either way, you’d put on your best smile, bat your lashes and make sure your top was low enough if that meant being able to pay part of the rent.

“Be safe, okay?” Jaime pulled you in for a hug. “I’ll be awake at 6:30,” he promised.

“I will,” you mumbled into his neck before pulling away. “See you soon,” you smiled, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

He cupped your cheek before you pulled away, your fingers pulling along his, straining to stay in touch as you kept moving toward the door until they unlinked, his arm stayed hovered in the air for a split moment while yours dropped to the side. He watched as you turned back and waved until you entered through the back door, making sure to stay for a minute before he turned back around.

The lingering touch of you remained on his fingers until he arrived home and made his way to bed. It wasn’t fair you had to become a main stream of income for the house. It shouldn’t be you pulling in the long hours, it should be him.

He needed to get that interview at Kord Industries tomorrow.

You undid your apron, shoving it back into your backpack. You let out a sigh as you did a once over to the barely empty bar. The next shift already arrived and was taking care of the customers. Letting out a yawn, you placed your tips in your pocket, opening the back door only to be greeted by Jaime who was waiting at the curb.

“Buenos dias, mi amor,” he smiled and you felt your cheeks blush at the pet name he liked to change out every once in a while. “Made you breakfast,” he handed you something rolled in some paper towels before you unveiled two bean burritos. “How was work?” he kissed your cheek while he took your bag from you.

“Made $150 in tips,” you stated, biting into your food. “Getting paid tomorrow, so it went well,” you nodded. “Customers were more to themselves tonight, except for this one guy who was crying about his wife leaving him. I think he left looking for a prostitute to be honest,” you chuckled.

“Poor dude,” he hummed. “But the money is good,” he said, wrapping his arm around you.

The rest of the short walk was made in silence and it was calming to just have Jaime by your side. The eight-hour shift takes it out on you and you couldn’t wait to go to sleep.

“Hola,” you greeted as you walked through the door.

“Como te fue?” Nana asked and you responded to her before a yawn came out.

“Disculpe,” you pressed a hand to your chest. “I’m gonna go shower,” you said, the family understanding as you made your way to your room.

After a quick shower and changing into casual wear, you felt refreshed as you walked back into the family room. The whole family was gathered as Jaime stood in the middle, hair geled back and his fancy clothes put on.

“Wow, que chulo,” you complimented with a bright smile plastered on your face as you stood behind the couch.

“You see, cabezon? You look fine,” Uncle Rudy told his nephew and Jaime nodded in defeat, clearly flustered. “Y/N wouldn’t lie, she loves you too much for that!” he cackled and you joined in, making Jaime blush even more.

“Let’s go and get this over with, I still don’t trust that Jenny girl,” Milagro muttered under her breath and you sent a glance at Jaime.

You were aware of what happened when Milagro and Jaime lost their job with Victoria Kord. Millie was correct to have a distaste for the older lady, but after her niece offered an olive branch, giving Jaime an opportunity–you weren’t sure if she was in the right to have that distrust. But then again, you weren’t there.

“Descansas, okay?” Nana kissed you on the cheek and gave you the blessing before she walked out and you nodded.

The rest of the family walked out, leaving you and Jaime left.

“Good luck, okay?” you grabbed his face and gave him a chaste good luck kiss. “I know you’re gonna woo them over,” you sent him a sure smile.

“How are you so sure about that?” he held your wrists, running his thumbs over your delicate skin.

“Cause, you’re Jaime Reyes”.

“You don’t know what’s inside?” you heard Millie ask.

You were awakened by muffled conversations, your brows furrowing as you checked the time. They couldn’t have come back that soon and if something serious happened, they would’ve woken you up.

About to drift back to sleep, you eyes shot open by shouting. The voices of Jaime, Millie, and Rudy combine together. Bolting out of bed fast, you opened the door and ran into the dining room, finding Millie and Rudy to be playing hot potato with a blue bug, Jaime trying to get them to stop.

“Mira, look what you did! You woke her up,” Rocio gestured to you and the room suddenly got quiet.

“Ay, Y/N, I’m sorry,” Jaime winced, trying to grab the thing from Millie but she held it out of his reach.

“Look what Jaime brought back. That Jenny girl is a total floozy, like what is this that she gave him?” she cocked a brow, holding it clearly so you could see.

“A bug?” you rubbed your eyes. “Why would she give you a bug?” you asked, walking closer.

“She told me to guard it with my life, I wasn’t even supposed to open it,” your boyfriend explained and his words made you uneasy.

“I think you should put it back, you don’t know what it can be,” you turned to Millie.

“She’s right,” Jaime held out his hand and Milagro reluctantly agreed, placing it in his palm.

You watched as he was about to place it back in the box until it lit up, his face inching closer to inspect it. You stared back in amazement, the bug coming to life.

“I think it likes me,” he grinned, glancing up at you with a twinkle in your eyes that made your heart skip a beat. But that smile was instantly wiped away the moment the bug launched itself onto his face.

“JAIME!” you screeched, the family shooting up from their seats as they tried to aid him.

“It’s on your face!” Uncle Rudy screamed before he grabbed onto the bug, attempting to rip it off but it shot out a bolt of electricity, sending him across the room and Jaime against the wall.

Your body began to shake and you wanted to run over to help Jaime but he got up, the bug detaching from his face until it crawled over his shoulder and under his shirt like a spider you wanted off immediately.

“Jaime!” you shouted, his body thrashing around the room like he was fighting with the bug. “Baby, please,” you cried, hands over your mouth as you tried to begin to process what was going on but you couldn’t.

“Oh god,” Jaime stilled, hunched over as he looked at you. “I think it’s inside of me,” his gaze filled with panic and you felt your skin crawl. “It’s inside of me!” he screamed, hand reaching out for yours before he doubled over in pain, the bug poking out underneath his clothes before arms pierced through, sending him up against the ceiling.

Another wave of screams sounded, the love of your life’s agony cries being the worst thing you ever heard. The tears were falling down your cheeks. You wanted to help him but couldn’t. You wanted to know what was going on but didn’t. You were completely helpless in this situation.

Black goo grew over his body, his clothes burning to crisps and you were afraid of what it was going to do once it got all of him. Were you about to lose your Jaime? How did you get to this point when it was just a job interview?

“Y/N!” his call for you made your heart stop and you tried telling him you were here but his cries drowned it out.

Suddenly, he was completely transformed, a suit of armor in black and blue engulfed him. The cries and the screams quieted down as you all stared at him. A split second ago, you thought he was going to die, but now he was fine? It didn’t make sense.

“Mijo?” Rocio called out as Jaime walked over to the photo of La Virgen, his illuminating yellow eyes staring back into the reflection.

“What was that?” he looked back in shock, hands over his mouth. “Did you hear that?” his voice was panicked, his expression hidden with the eyes providing just the tiniest amount of concern.

“Jaime, what’s going on?” you took a step forward.

“That voice, you don’t hear a voice?” he walked forward, standing in the middle of the room, surrounded by all of you. The suit seemed to have turned on, blue light glowing between grooves and you all watched in awe. “Systems check?” he mumbled, looking around the room.

“Jaime?” you asked, noticing the arms powering up.

“It’s okay, everything is going to be okay!” he shouted just as he was flown through the ceiling before he became a dot in the sky.

Nothing was okay.

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fishermanshook · 7 months ago

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SH4RK B!TES !!

( ellen joe ) + gn!reader

୧⋆｡🪭. -ʚɞ relationship h/c’s , friends to lovers , grammar and spelling warning

INTRO

Never one to think she had the time or energy to spend on relationships that ventured out of the comfort zone of “friends”, Ellen Joe can’t remember the last romantic relationship she shared with somebody in the past four years.

But then, you come into the picture, and everything [including how she’s ever felt towards anyone before] changes for the greater good.

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✧ Ellen Joe, the newest member of Victoria Housekeeping and one of the most popular girls in her school, has never once thought of love. Okay, maybe that’s bending the truth a bit. She has thought of it, and on more than one occasion, but the shark is already busy enough. Ellen’s been tied up with school work, her friends, and most importantly, a work field she keeps hidden from all. She holds the friends she has tightly knitted to her and isn’t one to take up new activities without good reason. She truly just doesn’t have the time for it.

✧ Ellen Joe who, as oblivious as ever, doesn’t pick up on her own growing feelings until one of her friends asks her about it. A “close friend” has now become something seemingly more than that, and she [plus the entire school atp] wants to learn more about it. Overall, it’s an awkward conversation that ultimately ends in the shark realizing her “new” feelings.

↳ Unless you’re the most oblivious person in New Eridu, her affection towards you isn’t well hidden. A slight blush accompanied by a small smile appears on her face when you appear by her side. Ellen’s tail sways quicker than usual as she tries to calm it along with her ever-reddening face.

“You even gave them your last lollipop! What do you mean you didn’t realize you liked them?” Her friend asks with confusion and a bit of rage laced in her voice. “I’ve been your best friend since freshman year and you’ve never once given me a lollipop, let alone your last.”

“I was feeling nice…I hadn’t realized it truly meant something. But the more that I think about it, I guess I do like them. Like, a lot.” Ellen realizes.

✧ Ellen Joe who confesses her feelings to you in front of a sunset background on the top of her school. It’s the only place she can think of that will spare her just a bit of privacy from the prying eyes of others. She hides her face behind her tail as she reveals her feelings towards you, and is met with a kiss on the lips as a confirmation that her feelings are mutual.

✧ Ellen Joe isn’t one to delve much into the romantics outside of the privacy of her own home, or at least with the two of you alone. The most that she will do for you in public is hold your hand while she walks you to your next class.

↳ Ellen seems like one to not enjoy physical affection, but when she’s away from the crowd [mostly people that she knows], she becomes much more affectionate. Pressing soft, little kisses to the temples of your forehead before slinking her arms around your waist, pulling you in closer as the two of you cuddle on her bead.

✧ Ellen Joe who, despite her lack of physical affection in public, wants people to know that you are at least taken by her. She doesn’t want to rub it in the face of anyone, but as long as people know that you and her are a thing, she feels a bit more at ease. It’s the knowledge that nobody’s going to be trying to woo you in any shape or form. And if they were to? Well, you’d have to make sure you hold her back.

↳ Ellen is such a sucker for seeing you wear items of her own. It yet again signals to all who your amazing girlfriend is. A handmade bracelet adorns her right wrist at all times, and a homemade trinket made from red gems dangles on the end of her weapon when she fights. A reminder for her to keep her head held high as she pierces through enemies and reaps the rewards. [her paycheck.]

✧ Ellen Joe who is [slightly rightfully so] protective over you. Her job, while a well-paying job, puts Ellen and her loved ones at risk: including you. She’s always scanning the area around the two of you, looking out for any particularly suspicious people. Do they have a weapon on them? Do they have bad intentions? She’s paranoid either way, and you have to give her hand a tight squeeze to bring her back to reality.

“Yes, there are bad people in the world, but no, no one is out to get us [at least right now].” You state, kissing her on the cheek. The last part you keep to yourself, there’s no need to keep her worried. She grumbles and mutters something under her breath before taking your hand in hers.

✧ Ellen Joe, the newest member of Victoria Housekeeping and one of the most popular girls in her school, hates to admit that you’ve stolen her heart.

note: hiiiii…*bats my eyes cutely* I wrote this before seeing the natlan trailer and wow it’s…something!!! love Ellen, dislike hoyo

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pablitogavii · 1 year ago

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MORE DAD TO BE GAVII

My Person

Having a baby really changes the whole routine and the hardest part seemed to be breastfeeding. It takes time to get get used to the feeling and it leaves your breasts really sore after.

"Amor..is he sleeping??" Pablo asked walking into the living room in his grey sweatpants and no short on. It was definitely a sight to see.

"Mhm.." you said sounding very tired and Pablo smiled at the two of you reaching to take the baby and bring him to crib himself. The moment he raised baby Gavi off your chest you winced and Pablo caught notice.

"Todo bien preciosa??" he asked and you nodded starting to massage your chest which was very sore right now. Pablo knew it must have taken a huge toll on your body having a baby and all but he hated seeing you in pain like this.

Pablo took Matteo to crib and returned to sit besides you pulling you to his side and kissing the top of your head.

"Now it's your turn to be my baby..what's hurting amorcito??" he asked kissing your head and you smiled looking down at your breast shyly.

"Our little boy really takes a lot out of them huh..?" he asked and you nod with a pout going all red when Pablo moved down raising your shirt and starting to kiss your breasts.

"A..ah..q..que..h..aces?" you moan really feeling relief when his lips were on your skin kissing all the sourness away. He started to massage gently and you closed your eyes enjoying every second.

"Hmm just tranquila amor..your person is right here" he whispered and you smiled remembering the first night he said that to you..the night you gave him your all.

He was holding you afterwards tightly kissing your head and running his fingers down your naked back while you enjoyed the moment together. It was a special night..and Pablo wanted you to know that he will stay forever.

"I'm your person princesa.." he whispered and you looked up with tearful eyes kissing his lips lovingly.

"My Person.." you whisper into the kiss

"Have I told you recently how amazing you are..you brought our baby into the world..and you take care of him everyday..you're my angel princesa" he spoke seeing that the soreness went away and you were finally comfortably cuddling him.

"Thank you amor.." you say tiredly and he smiled resting your head on his shoulder and playing with your hair to lull you to sleep. When you were lightly snoring, he carefully placed you down with blanket on top before taking Matteo for the walk so he doesn't wake you up.

pablogavi

At Home

Mi princesa linda..Celebrating life and supporting women is something every man should be raised to do. Matteo will certainly know that from me ❤️❤️ They are the real strong ones! I love you princesita!!

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y.n.bebe: te amo my person!!❤️❤️

aurorapaezg: beautiful!!😍😍

belengavira79: well said hijo❤️

gavisfans: he loves his wife so much and proudly posts about her breastfeeding! good man!

mikkykiemeney: love her 💛💛

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watsittoyah · 2 years ago

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Along Came A Spider…2099

Warnings-Sexual content, time travel, oral sex, rough sex, fang play, size kink, a lot of female receiving oral. Obsessive behavior…

(My Spanish isn’t great, so I did use google translate to help…)

Chapter 6- The Calm Before The Storm…

You feel someone gently shake you and you groan. “Five more minutes.” You pull the covers over your head and you hear a chuckle.

“Amor, you have to wake up, I let you sleep as long as possible but you still have to go to work.” Miguel says as he peels the covers back. “Mmm, no. Let them fire me I want to sleep. My bed feels too good right now.” You mutter as you scoot down the bed.

“I really wish I didn’t have to do this.” Miguel suddenly yanks the blanket off and with his webbing he makes it stick to the ceiling.

“No fair!” You whine as you feel the cold air hit your body. “Come on, chica sueño. I made you breakfast, and I know you don’t want to eat cold french toast.” He pats your thigh and you sit up pouting at him.

“I should call out.” You say as you slide out of bed and into your slippers. “You can, and then you can start your vacation early.” Miguel suggests. “You’re not h…helping.” You yawn as you shuffle out of your room.

“Good morning, T. Good Morning Miguel.” Erica says as she sits on the couch with Milo. “Morning.” You go to the bathroom to brush your teeth and get into the shower.

Miguel follows you and turns the shower on after he closes the door behind him. “Wait, weren’t you suppose to be at work an hour ago?” You ask as you strip off your over sized shirt and panties. “I had pulled some strings, so I’ll be going in later.” He says as he strips off his pajama bottoms and t shirt. You brush your teeth glancing at him in the mirror, and see his eyes watching your body as well.

You two then step into the shower and you let the water run on you for a moment to wake you up. “Let me.” Miguel washes your back and you give a happy sigh. “What about your other job? You can’t really pull strings with that.” You ask as he stands close behind you, massaging your hips.

“Well I don’t necessarily have to punch in for that job, that one pretty much starts as soon as I wake up.” He rubs your hips and starts to move to your front but you stop him.

“Miguel keep that up and I’ll be late getting to work.” You turn around and he was smiling. “I can always get you to work my way if you’re worried about being late.”

“No, don’t even think about it. Now let me wash your back.” He turns for you and you look down admiring his well toned ass. You give it a swat and he jerks. “Tommie.” He says in a warning tone. “What? It was there and I just wanted to tap it a little. I’m sorry, really let me wash your back.” You scrub his back and work your hands on his sides.

“Amor, what are you doing?” Miguel asks as you you peek up at him. “Nothing…” You move your hands to his front and he bites his bottom lip. “That’s not…nothing.” You stroke him as he closes his eyes. “I thought…you didn’t want to be late to work?” Miguel moans out. “Who says I’m going to finish?” You stop abruptly and clean your self up.

Miguel stands right behind you and he tugs your braids back so that you’re looking up at him. “You know I could have you right here, right now and make you late to work.”

“Mmm, I know. But you won’t. All because you love me and you wouldn’t do that to me.” He narrows his eyes at you and kisses your forehead. “I’ll remember this, mark my words. Te devolveré por eso.”

“I’m sure you will. Now come on, we need to get out and breakfast is getting cold.” You turn the water off and you grab a towel. As you bend over to grab your things, you see from the corner of your eye, that Miguel was watching you.

“Don’t even think about it, Mr O’Hara.” You get up and he was about to grab you but you move out of his way and you leave the bathroom. “Try getting ready without a towel.” You yell as you run to your bed room.

•••

It was a busy day at the office. Mr Stark had an important lunch meeting and that stressed you out. Because if one little thing went wrong, then it would be your fault.

If Mr Stark got a stain on his tie, it was your fault. If he order red wine by accident, knowing he likes white, then it was your fault. If he order his steak and it wasn’t medium rare? You got it, it was your fucking fault.

You had reserved the entire upper floor at Cherè, Mrs Stark’s favorite restaurant. He always took his clients there.

“Miss Valentine, please let me know when my client has arrived.” Mr Stark says as he checks his reflection in a cutting knife. “Absolutely sir.” You check your notes and you see his client is Mr. Anthony D’Angelo.

Hmm why does that last name sound familiar?

“Oh sir, before I go, I wanted to remind you that Mrs Stark will be coming by the office around four.” The coldness in his blue eyes seem to melt when you mention his wife.

“Good, uh, please go check with Bruce to see if Mr. D’Angelo is here.” You nod and turn on your heel. When you make it to the lower level, you walk over to Bruce, Mr Stark’s bodyguard.

“Hey Bruce.” You greet him. He turns and gives you a nod. “Hello Miss Valentine. Is the big man nervous?”

“You know he is, but after today I won’t have to worry about that level of stress. I will be sipping on a cocktail and getting fat from all the food I can stuff in my face.” That causes a laugh from Bruce which was rare but made you feel good.

“You enjoy your vacation. If anyone deserves one it’s you.”

“You too. I keep telling you to make sure you get some well R&R.” He nods. “I know, and I’ll be taking my wife to our cabin next month. You know she’s expecting soon.”

“She is! Congratulations to the both of you. So you know the sex yet?” He shakes his head. “My wife says I’m corny for not wanting to know but in all honesty, I just want the baby to be healthy. And I want to be the best dad I can be to my kid, you know.” You pat his shoulder. “You will be. Hey when you guys throw a baby shower let me know, I’ll be sure to send you some baby stuff.”

“Sure thing.” A sleek silver car pull up to the building and Bruce walks over to it. He opens the door and helps a woman get out. “Please let Mr Stark know that Mr. D’Angelo’s daughter is here for him instead.” Bruce says over his headset. You go to leave but you pause because now you know why that last name was familiar.

That’s Dana’s last name.

You leave in haste to let Mr Stark know about the change of plans and who he is having lunch with.

When she comes to the upper level Mr Stark stands and he looked flustered. “H..hello Miss D’Angelo.” He goes to shake her hand but Dana ignores it and kisses his cheek.

Mrs Stark isn’t going to like that.

He blushes and when he noticed you in the room he clears his throat. You gives a fake smile and you go to leave. However Dana stops you.

“You’re Miguel’s friend correct?”

“I’m his girlfriend and my name is Tommie.” You correct her. She looks you up and down which makes you annoyed. “I see he has a type. When this is over, how about we do lunch sometimes? No titles just friends.” She gives you a hand shake and you take it just to look good in front of your boss. “Maybe.” You tell her. “I’ll be sure to let your boss know when.” Before you can answer her she leaves and you hold in your sigh.

Why the fuck would you want to have a meal with Miguel’s ex? You think as you leave the room.

••••

After the lunch meeting, you were back at the office and you were typing a few emails for Mr Stark. You stop and hold the bridge of your nose. The lunch went well, so well that Mr Stark had mentioned how Dana had wanted to treat you to dinner when you get back from vacation.

And the shitty part of is if you try to turn it down, he will see it as you giving him a bad reputation.

“Maybe I can fake an illness or tell him I died.” You say as you sigh. You reach into your desk and you pull out a fruit snack and some trail mix.

You go to eat it but jump when you hear a knock on your window. You turn and see Spider-man. You quickly get up and open the window to let him in.

He crawls in and he stands in front of you. “What’s wrong amor?” He asks as he recedes his mask. “You know your ex pulled some strings and now I have to have a dinner with her when I get back from vacation?” He gives you a frown. “How did Dana do that?”

“She happens to be the daughter of Mr D’Angelo, a client that Mr Stark just made a partnership with. Do I need to worry about her? Other than worry about her perfect face.” You mutter.

“Princesa, you don’t need to worry about anything. Dana is just bitter because we went out on one date and I broke it off.”

“The way she makes it seem, is that you two were together for a while. And she makes it feel as if I’m just an obstacle.”

“Dana has…issues. Some she needs to get help for. It was only one date and that was it. And you are no obstacle. You are the love of my life, and hopefully you have at least twenty minutes to spare.”

“For you? Always.” You smile as you wrap your arms around his waist. He hugs you back and he looks over at your desk. “I see you’re eating well.” You groan because Miguel would prefer for you to eat a real meal.

“I’ll eat the food you made me.” You tell him. “Good, you’re still a growing lady.” He teases. “Listen, I am 5’5 when I’m wearing heels.”

“Sí, that is correct, but when they’re not on your feet you are only five feet.” You roll your eyes at his teasing and you let go and go grab the food he made.

As you lay your food out, a chicken salad sandwich, small cup of fruit, some crackers and a tumblr of your favorite drink, you watch Miguel as he looks at your desk.

“You don’t have any pictures of us on your desk.” He says to you. “Not true, remember when we went to the movies and we took those pictures in that booth? I have them on my desk.” You tell him.

“But you don’t have bigger pictures of us, I want Tony’s soul to be crushed when he sees us together.” You snort out a laugh. “You know you’re cute when you’re jealous.”

“No estoy celosa.” He says crossing his arms. “Yes you are jealous. And it is cute.” Miguel waves off your comments and he plucks a piece of fruit from you and eats it.

“So, do you know where you want to go for vacation?” He asks as you take a bite of your sandwich. “Mmm, I was thinking I’d stay home.” Miguel gives you a look. “Amor, why?”

“Because my stuff is there. You’re there. It’s home.”

“No, amor home is where you are. Now why do I have this feeling that you don’t want to leave for vacation because of me?”

You shake your head. “No, that’s not true.” It was in fact true. “Amor, look at me.” You look at the fruit cup as if it had all the secrets in the world. “Miss Valentine.” Miguel said in a soft voice. You look up and sigh.

“I just don’t want anything bad to happen while you’re with me. I would feel guilty if someone got hurt or worse because I have Nueva York’s Spider-man with me.” Miguel leans off of your desk and he gets behind your chair. “You do not have to worry about that. You only need to be concerned with bringing a bathing suit, some comfortable clothes and some sunscreen. Now I hope you don’t mind but I planned something special for you. We will leave tomorrow.”

You don’t argue, if anything you’re thankful to this man. “What did I do to deserve you?” You ask as you look up at him. “You’re just lucky I guess.” He says as he leans down and looks at your desktop. “What are you working on?”

“Mm, I am just writing up some paperwork that needs to be emailed within the next hour.” Miguel slides his hands over your throat and has your head leaning up as he gives you kisses along your jawline. “Mmm, so that means you have some time for me?”

“I always have time for you. But not in my office.” You tell him as you feel his hands roam over your breasts. “What, I was just giving you a shoulder massage.”

“On my breasts?” You point out. “They feel tense.” The both of you chuckle and he kisses your neck. “Amor, you deserve some fun while you’re on the clock. Do you not?” His fingers pinches your nipples gently and you give a nod.

“Miguel if someone walks in that door..” You warn. “Then I’ll handle it, you have a few minutes to spare. Let me have them.” He slides his hands under your blouse and bra and he cups your heavy breasts.

He gets on his knees and you undo you blouse and bra for him. “These, are so beautiful. Una verdadera obra de arte.” He sucks your left breast and you watch as you try to keep quiet. “Mmm do you like when I lick….and suck these beautiful breasts?” He asks as he sucks and licks. “I do, you know I do, Miguel.” He squeezes them and lets his fangs out.

He twirls his tongue across your nipple and he gently traces the veins on your breasts with his fangs.

You take his hand and you sucks his fingers, softly moaning as he locks eyes with you. “Mmm, my fingers are lucky. I wish you could suck something else right now. But I’ll behave. I’ll be good.” He says as he smacks his lips over your other breast.

“Maybe I can do that for you another time.” You say as you sucks his fingers and then let them go under your skirt. Miguel’s eyes dilate to the point where they were milky red.

“You are soaked, mi amor. You shouldn’t let these juices go to waste.” He leans down and he hiked up your skirt up to your waist. He moves your panties to the side and he places your thighs over his shoulders.

“Oh shit.” You moan out as you throw your head back. Miguel grunts as he sucks your lips and you grip his hair. “Baby, just like that.” You whisper as you play with your breasts.

A knock comes to the door and you straighten. “Ju-Just a minute!” You fix yourself and make sure Miguel was under your desk.

You pretend to be typing and your door opens. You grit your teeth because of course Tony would be bothering you. “Hey Tom-Tom.” Tony says as you peek from your desk top. “Hello T-Tony.” You bite your lip because Miguel was going back to eating you out under your desk.

“You look flustered. Or is it because I’m here.” He says with a sly grin. “Oh Tony, wh…what can I help you with?” You can feel Miguel glaring at you as he grips your thighs harder. He gives a nice suck to your clit and you breathe heavy through your nose.

“I was wondering if you were free tonight. Or are you still with that boyfriend of yours?” He says as he picks up the photo strip of you two. “Y..yes I am with hi-mm. Sorry. I’m a bit busy typing em…mails. Can you come back later?” You were gripping Miguel’s hair as he parts your lips and he continues to suck your clit like his life depended on it.

Tony looks at you and you try your best not to let him know what’s going on. He turns away for a second and you quickly hump Miguel’s face and nose.

You cough out a moan and Tony turns back almost catching you. “I guess I can leave you alone Tom-Tom. But just know if you ever want to go out with a real man. I’m here.” You nod, knowing if you speak it’ll be a moan.

He goes to leave but he turns back around. “And another thing.” He needs to fucking leave now! You scream in your head. Miguel lifts the hood of your clit back and this time you just lean your head on your desk because that feels so fucking good.

“Tony! Get out! I have p…p…paperwork!” You snap at him. “Alright I’m gone.” He closes the door shut and you lean back, fucking your boyfriends face under your desk. He looks angry, but he doesn’t stop licking. You lean your head back and bite your bottom lip as you come hard. He sucks up every drop and he gets up from under the desk.

Miguel was angry. Your legs felt like jello and you go to speak but he uses his hand and webs the door close so no one can get in and so you can’t get out.

“You liked that didn’t you? Stand up.” He tells you in a tone you’ve never heard before. You go to stand but it wasn’t fast enough for him. Miguel yanks you up and bends you over your desk. “You liked having that pathetic man watch you get eaten out didn’t you.”

“No I-” He palms your ass and he grinds his erection on you. “Don’t lie. Your pussy clenched. You like being watched don’t you? Well that’s too bad, no other man gets to watch you but me. Do you understand?” He swats your ass and you let out a moan. “Yes, baby.” You answer.

“A real man. He doesn’t know what the fuck a real man is.” He kicks your legs apart and he positions himself until he’s deep inside of you. You grip your desk and look back at him but he pushes your head back down. “No, you don’t get to watch me. Watch the door. If my webbing gives out, you have to be the look out. I bet you’d like it if that son of a bitch walked in watching you get fucked huh? Would you like that? Another man watching? Well that’s too bad, because you’re mine. Tu eres mia.” He holds your hips in place as he pounds into you.

And you take it. You take every inch of him. You let out a moan but Miguel covers your mouth and his lips were against your ear. “Careful, mi corazón. Someone might be outside of that door, listening. They might hear that you’re in your office, fucking Spider-Man. Fuck you just clenched. Oh you little pervert this turns you on.” He pounds and grinds into you and your eyes rolls back. You didn’t stand a chance to last long.

You moan against Miguel’s hand and your legs shake as you start to come. “Mmm, oh no. No hasta que tenga otro gusto.” He pulls out and he gets on his knees, sucking and tongue fucking you until you bite down on your lip and you come. He does one more lazy lick against your clit which makes you flinch.

You hear him get up and he pulls your skirt back down in place. He leans back over so that his lips are against your temple. “I’ll let you get back to those emails. And I think I’ll let Tony know he can’t have you.” He moves quickly and when you turn he was already gone out of the window.

You plop back down into your chair and you fan yourself. “I can’t wait for my vacation.” You say as you take a huge gulp of your juice.

••••

“You should tell me where we’re going.” You ask Miguel as he takes your luggage from you and puts it in his trunk. “Or, I can keep it as a surprise and you just relax.”

“Well then can you tell me what you did to Tony yesterday?” Miguel looks at you and he ignores that question. “Do you have everything?” You nod. “Oh, I don’t have a clue on where we’re going.” Miguel laughs at your comment and he closes the trunk. “Fine, princesa. I’ll give you a hint. The place we are going is going to be warm, the food is going to be flavorful and you will be so relaxed you might not want to come back home.”

“Then, what are we still doing here? Let’s go.” You kiss his cheek and you get into the passenger seat. Miguel shakes his head and he gets in the car.

As he drives you recline your seat back and look out the window. “Are you sure you don’t want to stay, Miguel?” You ask him. “Amor, the city will be here when we get back.”

“I know, I know. How about you humor me so I can relax. Tell me a story.” You look over at Miguel and you hold his hand. He kisses your knuckles and continues to drive. “Hmm, how about a tragic love story?”

“I’ll pass.” You say to him. “Oh come on, amor. It’ll be a good one I promise.”

“Alright, I guess.” Miguel takes a left turn and he was quiet for a moment. You look at him to make sure he was still going to tell the story and he seems to be just breathing.

“In a world much like this one, was a man. A very…cold hearted man. This man was…una bestia. A true monster, or at least that’s how he felt. He became a monster due to his lack of judgment and that started a rage inside of him. He pushed many people away. His family, his lover. He wanted to be alone. Day in and day out he would make sure the people around him were safe. But he would make sure they didn’t get too close to him. He took on the roll to keep the earth, and it’s problems safe. That was a burden he was willing to bare on his own and he was satisfied with that. Being alone…However, that all changed when he met a woman. He saw her for only a second. But that’s all it took. She was undoubtedly breathtaking. But he thought that he didn’t deserve her. So he made sure he stayed away from her. The fates…oh the fates have a funny way on making two people destined to be, still meet. He met her just by chance. He was driving home and as it started to pour down heavy rain he saw the woman waiting at a bus stop. She dropped something. He stopped his car and his legs moved before he even knew what he was doing. She dropped a bottle and it was rolling into the street. He caught it and even in the pouring rain she smiled at him. Causing his heart to beat hard in his chest. He had offered her a ride, and she gladly took it….”

The story was getting really good. So good that in your mind you could picture it.

“…It didn’t take long before he fell in love with her. It didn’t take long for his heart to beat just for her. The cold hearted man’s heart was no longer cold. Everything the man lacked, she made up for it. It was as if she was his heart. But in human form. When he came back after almost losing his life, he knew that she needed more from him. He was terrified about letting her into his other world, what if it was too much? What if it scared her away? But she assured him that if she had him, that they could face anything. And so, he married her. He married the love of his life and soon after they had a child, things were great. Whenever he came back to her he knew he was home….”

You look at Miguel and notice his face looked cold. Even the air in the car gave you goosebumps.

“But good things…beautiful things, they don’t last forever. There was a mission. A mission that only came to be, because two individuals took it upon themselves to disturb the natural order. They were undoing the balance of time to not just their world, but to multiple ones. He had to make sure their world was safe, not just for the people but for his wife and his son. He fought hard, he did his best and in the end it just wasn’t enough. Those two that had caused this problem. They ruined his life. He ran home. He ran to his family only to find his wife standing there with a sad smile. He went to touch her but she couldn’t be reached. She told him he did a good job, that she was proud of him. That she was happy to have him as her husband. He had told her that he could fix this, that they could have things back to the way things were. But she gave him that same smile he saw when they first met. She told him, to come find her. Wherever she is in the universe, she’ll be waiting for him. And like that, she blinked out of existence.” He went silent and you sit there waiting for more of the story but he just drives in silence.

“Miguel, don’t tell me that’s the end of the story? Come on what’s next?” He simply gives you a smile and keeps driving. “Miguel, baby don’t tease me. What happened next? Did he find her? Did he get things back to the way they were before? Please tell me they get their happy ending.” You ask sitting up in your seat. He simply looks at you and kisses your hand again. “How about I tell you the rest later. You go ahead and rest.”

“How am I suppose to rest after you told me a story like that? Okay, you were right that was good.” You lean lean over the back seat and grab a blanket. “I guess I can at least dream up a happy ending.” You say as you lay back in your seat.

“I’m sure you will. I’ll wake you when we get to the airport.” Miguel then turns on the radio and it plays soft jazz. You give a yawn and let your eyes close as your boyfriend drives the car calmly and smoothly.

The story he had told, for some reason it felt like something that could actually happen. But that’s impossible. It was just a story.

Right?

•••

The next morning you were laying in bed next to a sleeping Miguel. He had brought you to Black Coast Island. Which was beautiful.

The waters were clear and blue. The sand was white and warm. Even the locals were friendly. As you let your boyfriend sleep, you sneakily get out of bed and decide to roam the house.

Miguel had managed to rent out a house for the two of you and you wanted to explore it last night but you were too tired.

You face call Erica and she answered on the fifth ring. “Where you at, Miss finally taking a vacation.” Erica asks as you see she’s at work.

“Black Coast Island. Girl look at this.” You flip the camera and show her the back deck. “Oh hello! I didn’t know Miguel had money money. You think if I ask him for twenty dollars he’ll give it to me?”

“Erica, don’t start that.” You laugh and she joins in. “But in all seriousness. I’m happy for you! Have fun and bring me back some shells.”

“I got you.” She looks away from her screen and rolls her eyes. “T let me get off this phone. Mrs Loretta about to make me cuss her out. Mrs Loretta, don’t be rolling your eyes at me. I fight old ladies.” Erica hangs up and you place your phone down on the table in the kitchen.

You decide to make Miguel some breakfast before he wakes up and you search the kitchen. So far you found some eggs, some pancake mix and some Turkey sausage.

“This’ll do.” You get started grabbing a big pan and getting some butter. After a good twenty minutes you hear Miguel yawn. You feel his arms wrap around you and he rests his chin on top of your head. “Buen día, mi amor.”

“Good morning to you, baby. I hope you’re hungry. I made breakfast, and I made you some guava juice.” You hand him a glass and he takes a big gulp of it. “Mmm, this is good. But this is your vacation, shouldn’t you be relaxing?”

You place the last pancake on a plate and turn off the burner. “Miguel you spoil me all the time, let me do this. I’m kind of playing pretend here and playing house wife.”

“Mmm, Mrs Tommie O’Hara. I like the sound of that.” Miguel says as he pulls you onto his lap as he sits. “It does have a nice ring to it right? Now, what is on the itinerary for today?” You ask as you take a sip from his glass.

“Well I was thinking after breakfast, we could do a bit of sight seeing. Explore the beach, relax in the sand. Then later I have a couples massages scheduled and if you’re up for it, a candle light dinner.”

“Oh, I can’t wait to do all of that. Maybe we can even do a little bit of scuba diving?” Miguel nods. “Anything you want, it’s your vacation.” You squeal with joy. “This place is so nice, we have to come back and maybe we can bring friends?”

“Of course, but if we do, I’ll have to sneak away with you to have some private time.” Miguel says as he kisses your neck. “Mmm we will have plenty of private time, Miguel. I’ll make sure of that. Now let’s eat.” You get up from his lap and you go to fix his plate but he stops you.

“You sit. I’ll fix the plates.” You don’t argue, you just sit back down in your chair and wait to be served.

As the two of you eat breakfast, you see Miguel hand you the the butter without asking and you give a light chuckle. “What, amor?”

“It’s nothing. It’s just, sometimes I feel like we’ve done this before. And I don’t mean all the other times we’ve had breakfast together. I mean all of this. It’s almost like we’re a married couple. Or maybe this is all just déjà vu.”

“Déjà vu…right.” Miguel comments as he pours you some more juice. “Baby, I know this is random, but do you ever get the feeling that you and I know each other too well? It’s kind of scary.”

“How do you mean?”

“Well, for example. You know that when I crack the ice tray I always eat the small pieces that break off. Erica doesn’t even pick up on that. And we’ve known each other since high school.” Miguel shrugs. “I’m just very observant.”

“And I always know to pass you hot sauce when you eat your eggs…” You pass it automatically as if it’s a reflex to you. “You know I like to eat spicy food. We just understand each other that well better than other couples. Is that so wrong?” You shake your head. “No I guess not. It’s just funny to me. Anyways do you mind if I shower first?”

“Not at all amor. And don’t worry about the dishes. I’ll do them.” You nod and continue eating breakfast together. But there is this nagging feeling in the back of your mind. Something is there. Something that your natural eye isn’t seeing…

You had your rustic orange two piece bikini on and you felt very self conscious about it. It was high on the hips and your cheeks were definitely eating the back, making it look like a thong.

Maybe you should wear a shirt over it. Or a towel?

You step out outside and Miguel was gobsmacked. “Eres la definición de la belleza, a true gem, mi amor. Ay dios mío, let me get a good look at you.” He spun you around and he whistled. Whatever doubts you had wearing the bikini definitely went away as he stared.

“Thank you, baby.” You get on your tippy toes and you give him a kiss on the lips. “De nada, amor. Shall we go?” You take his hand and you two were off to do your first activity.

As the two of you explore the town, you notice a lot of women staring at Miguel. Which isn’t hard to believe. He was a very beautiful man. It gave you a sense of pride, because he was yours.

“I think this would look beautiful on you.” Miguel says as he points to a netted dress. “I don’t know, it has a lot of holes, and it looks like it won’t fit.”

“It’ll fit you. And if you’re that worried, I’ll gladly take it off of you.” He whispers against your ear. A giggle escapes your lips. “Miguel, behave.” You tell him jokingly. “I will for you. But I’m buying you that dress. I’ll be right back.” You try to stop him but it’s too late. He was already walking into the store. You follow after him and you see two men standing off looking at post cards.

One of them sees you and taps his friend so he can look at you. Instantly you feel uncomfortable.

One of them starts to walk your way and you turn. “Where are you going, jolie fille?” The other man says, catching you off guard. “I was just looking for my boyfriend.”

“Well look no further little lady. My my you are ravishing. Isn’t she Jon?”

“She is. With a body like that, I would never let you out of the house. You’d be on your back making me some fine strapping boys.”

Your skin crawls hearing those compliments. “No thank you. Now please mo-”

“We just want a conversation. Right Eddie?”

“Right. But I want more than a conversation. Tell me, what does your inner thigh taste like?” He goes to reach for you but he gets a surprise when Miguel grabs his arm and pops it out of its socket. “I believe the lady was going to tell you to to fucking move.”

“Hey, we don’t mean no harm, sir.” Jon stammers as he helps his friend. “No, you meant to make my girlfriend uncomfortable. If she wants to wear this or anything that is her choice. You’re lucky you even get to look in her direction. But that’s all you get. Now if you ever decide you want to act on those disgusting comments, to her or to any woman while I am here. You two will be outlined by chalk. Do I make myself clear?”

“Y..yes sir! Eddie come on.” They run out of the store and Miguel watches them leave. As soon as they are a far enough distance, Miguel looks at you and caresses your face. “Are you okay?”

“I’m okay. Thank you.” He hands you a bag and sure enough he had bought the dress for you. “Thank you, Miguel.”

“You’re welcome, amor. Now let’s bring this back to the house and then we can go to the beach.”

After a quick run to the house, you two were on the beach. You were putting sunscreen on Miguel’s back and he was enjoying it. “Amor, you missed a spot.” You look him over. “Where?”

“Right here.” He points to his lips and you roll your eyes but you lean over and kiss him. “You big baby.” You say smiling into the kiss. “Mmm, I’m your big baby.”

You dust off your hands and you stand up. “The water looks so pretty, it’s like staring at tiny diamonds.” Miguel stands up beside you and he takes your hand. “Let’s go swim.” As you see a few of the locals playing by the water and by the shore, you notice Miguel bringing you somewhere secluded.

“Miguel where are you taking me?” He doesn’t answer, he just continues walking. You go to ask again but he turns to you and points. You two climb on some rocks and you crouch down. “Oh my goodness! This is pretty!”

Miguel had brought you over to see a small school of fish swimming around. You sit down, letting your toes into the water, but careful not to scare the fish. One of them swims up to you and it swims over your toes.

You laugh like a child and Miguel sits right behind you. “How did you know about this spot?” You ask turning to him slightly. “I have my ways. Now those fish, are called heart fish. They say when they find a mate, they stay together forever.” You peek over at them and one of the pink and red fish happens to have a spot on them shaped like a heart. “I’m naming that one, Nemo.” You point.

“Why Nemo?” He asks. “Because I like the name. It can be for a boy or a girl, at least in my opinion.” Miguel then points. “Well then I’m naming that one flounder.” You laugh. “Like from the little mermaid? Baby you can’t name that fish that. It’s not a flounder fish.”

“If you can name your fish Nemo, then I can name my flounder.” He takes a hold of your lips and kisses them. “You are too much.” You joke as you kiss him back. You look back at the water and Miguel scoots a bit. “Do you want to swim with them?”

“Won’t we scare them off?” He shrugs. “Doesn’t hurt to find out and see.” He tackles you into the water and you hold your breathe. When you finally come up for air you look for Miguel. “Miguel? You’re going to regret that!” You look around and still there was no sign of him. “Miguel? This isn’t funny.” You start to worry until he pops up in front of you.

“Te asuste?” He asks with a devilish grin on his face. “Oh no, you didn’t scare me. In fact I think you look a bit thirsty, here have a drink!” You push his head under the water and you try to get away from him. But he was faster. He had webbed you close and dragged you back to him.

“Where do you think you’re going, amor? I will always find you.” He says as he pulls you close. “You promise?” You ask as you throw your arms around his neck. “Yes, always.” He rests his head against yours and you look at his hazel eyes.

“You have the prettiest eyes I’ve ever seen on a man.” You compliment. He gives you a shy smile. “Gracias amor. I got them from my mother.”

“What was she like?” You ask. It’s very rare he mentions his parents. So when moments like this happens you make sure to catch them.

“She is a strong woman. Especially after being with my father. She was quiet but when she entered a room, people took notice. You’ll like her. Maybe in the next couple of months I’ll introduce you two.”

“I’d like that.” Miguel and you start swimming back to shore but he pulls you father away from more people.

When you two get on land, he helps you get on the rocks and he looks at a cave. “Want to go see what’s inside of there?” He asks. “Sure, but if bats start flying out of there, we’re leaving immediately.” He laughs and he takes your hand as you two enter.

The caves only light source was the entrance, so you two were careful where to go. “Amor, look up.” You do and you see pretty shiny crystals. “Those are beautiful, do you think they shine brighter in the sun?”

“I can check for you.” Miguel goes to reach for one but you stop him. “Don’t, I want to remember it like this.” You take another step and crouch down when you see a piece of the crystal on the ground in a few pieces. “Look!” You hold it up in the light and the crystal gives off a rainbow hue. You look at Miguel expecting him to be looking at the hue but he’s just looking at you.

“How is it that you can make even a broken crystal look like one of the seven wonders of the world by just holding it?” Miguel says as he lifts you up. Your face warms and he searches your face. “You know you say a lot to make a girl feel butterflies.”

“Well you bring out the best in me, amor.” He leans you against the cave wall and you drop the crystal as you pull him in for a kiss.

“Mmm, I am starving.” Miguel says against your lips. “Then let’s go back.” You start to go but he pins you back against the wall. “Who says I’m hungry for food?” Even in the semi dark, Miguel’s eyes seem to give off a reddish glow.

“Miguel what if someone finds us?” You ask looking at the cave entrance. “Then we shouldn’t waste any time now should we?” He pulls you down so that you’re on top of him and he unties your bikini top.

“Why don’t you, sit on my face and feed me?” He asks. The cool cave air felt good on your breasts and you look down at Miguel. “When you say sit you want me to hover or-”

“I want to you to sit on my face. Put all of your weight down and let me eat your pussy till your juices cover my face. If I can’t breathe then that’s on me. Now sit.” He commands. You untie your bottoms and you hover over his mouth.

“Are you su-” Miguel grabs you by the waist and he plants you directly onto his mouth. He wastes no time as he buries his face into your pussy. You feel his nose grind into you as well and you lean forward placing your hands on his chest.

He palms your ass apart and he laps up your center. “Oh shit.” You moan out causing an echo in the cave. You see Miguel was getting hard under his swim trunks and you push them down with a bit of his help.

He has a glistening pearl of pre on the tip and you lick it, rolling your tongue on the head. You hear Miguel grunt as he grips your ass and he pulls you down so you can ride his face deeper.

You suck and moan causing Miguel to moan because your throat tightens from moaning. “Mi dulce chica, so sweet so fucking sweet.” Miguel starts to buck his hips and you gag a little on the tip. But you don’t stop. You start to move your hips and arch your back as Miguel slaps and grips your ass.

You bounce a little on his mouth as he bucks his hips and fucks your throat. You moan and let his dick out of your mouth and you moan you’re going to come. Miguel lifts you up and he stands up. He lifts you up and presses you against the wall and he holds you up by your legs.

You grab onto his shoulder and he slides in deep. You lean your head back and Miguel buried his face into your neck, grunting and groaning for you to come on his dick.

He leans back and you look down, watching his dick go in and out of you. “You see that? You see that bulge, amor?”

“Yes, yes I do.” You cling to him as he does grips your thighs. You don’t even say it, he feels you coming and he follows soon after. He lets your legs go but he keeps you upright to stand. “I don’t want to rush, but our massages are in fifteen minutes.” Miguel says as he breathes heavily. You let out a laugh and lean against him.

“Well we’re showing up late, because I need a shower, and so do you.” He agrees and he helps you get your bikini back on. “I think this is going to be a memorable vacation for us, amor.”

“If everyday is going to be like this one, then it definitely will…”

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Lover is a Day...

Gojo Satoru x Reader x Geto Suguru

The Cursed Trio | Softcore

**¡Halloween, tricotrí! ¡Dame chavos, no maní! ¡No te escondas que te vi, en la casa de Pepín!

** 09/20, 2:18 p.m. - Gege, when I fucking catch you... there are no spoilers in this episode btw

**09/20, 3:18 p.m. - I hope you're bullet proof, because once you make the parallels, this bout to h u r t

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Yaga had a knack for playing the role of a silent observer, that is, when he wasn't giving your group an earful (specifically your lot) for indulging in the most ludicrous antics right in his classroom.

I swear I wrote about the carvings in a previous episode but idk which and on whose desk but it is what it is

Who could forget the time he went ballistic because you lot thought it'd be genius to carve your names into the wooden surface of your desk?

(Side Note: You were the one behind that plan, with Gojo egging on Suguru to join in. Suguru had been adamant on not doing it, but funnily enough, he was the first to carve his name on the wood.)

(Add-On: Ieiri was the one who had the blade, a simple scalpel she always seemed to have on hand. Strangely, she carried it with her wherever she went. When boredom struck, she'd use it to carefully trim the ends of her hair.)

Honestly, for someone who had a strong distaste for vandalism, Yaga surprisingly couldn't find it in his heart to sand those carvings away.

(Side Note: While tidying up one of the campus storage rooms, Maki stumbled upon your desk from your first year. It had been concealed beneath layers of dust and a hint of mildew. Curiosity piqued, she couldn't resist taking a closer look, and there, amidst the neglect, she discovered two unfamiliar names, etched alongside Gojo's. She never mentioned it to anyone, but the curiosity gnawed at her. Still, she knew better than to pry into the Six-Eye user's business.)

Yaga swore he didn't play favorites, but if you pressed him, he might just confess to having a soft spot for either you or Ieiri (although, to be honest, it leaned more toward you, especially since you never missed a Friday for knitting lessons). When it came to Ieiri, well, their interactions were usually filled with her nonchalant and uncaring attitude, making it a bit tough for Yaga to really bond with her.

Yaga, as the implications suggest, regarded you as kin, perhaps even more dearly than blood. This sentiment deepened upon discovering the harrowing circumstances of your arrival, the cruel treatment you endured at the hands of the elders—treatment he loathed to the core. Yet, despite this fierce indignation, he was trapped in a web of helplessness. He lacked the political clout and cursed energy prowess to challenge the elders, not for now, at least.

So, all he could do was try to make your time at Jujutsu High a bit more bearable. And let me tell you, that wasn't easy when you had to deal with an insufferable tampon and that crafty schemer.

However

With you around, Yaga felt a certain calmness settling among your trio. It seemed his earlier assumptions about the two boys were spot on.

Gojo, usually the master of comical antics, seemed to don a more serious demeanor when you or Suguru were around. Gone was the need to perform, as you often referred to it during your knitting lessons.

(Side Note: Your theory was that Gojo's act served two purposes. Firstly, it was his way of appearing more human than the god-like entity everyone saw him as. Secondly, you thought it was his subconscious attempt to relate to humans. Gojo had always been seen as incredibly arrogant, having lived a life where he was hailed as a god. But even gods, you mused, might grow tired of their divine status. Perhaps, occasionally, they wished to experience life from the perspective of an ordinary "ant.")

(Add-On: You shared this theory with Yaga during your 24th knitting lesson. By that point, you had grown comfortable enough to openly share your thoughts with him. You tended to be more talkative, showing a vulnerability that made Yaga want to protect you like the child you still were.)

Suguru projected an image of calm and composure, but Yaga could discern the undercurrent of anxiety beneath the surface. His leg would bounce with the weight of silent worries, and his eyes would dart from clock to board, back to the clock, to you and Gojo, and finally outside. It was a restless ritual, but the moment either Gojo or you uttered a word, whether directed at him or not, his demeanor would soften. His leg would cease its nervous dance, his shoulders relaxed, and the lines around his eyes would ease.

Ieiri, on the other hand, remained something of an enigma. She often appeared as a two-dimensional character, lacking clear purpose or direction. Her nonchalant, carefree attitude occasionally irked Yaga. However, he couldn't help but notice the subtle looks she cast your way. The faint smile that tugged at her lips when you playfully insulted Gojo for the simplest of actions. Her golden-brown eyes, fixed on the faint glow of your own eyes whenever you practiced your cursed technique in the training fields; it seemed she could hardly tear her gaze away from you.

Love could be so wicked at times

Especially in the Jujutsu world

As a teacher, Yaga was an astute observer. It was his duty to decipher each of your unique behaviors, allowing him to tailor his teaching methods to suit your individual needs. But that also meant, that he'd be forced to watch both your highs and your downs.

Gojo's smile, once a radiant beacon, gradually dimmed as your interactions increasingly revolved around Suguru. In contrast, Suguru seemed to lean on you for various things ---. he always kept a slight distance, just five steps behind, the once-prominent dark bags beneath his eyes now softened. It was as though his very gaze held you in existence, fearing that breaking eye contact might make you fade away.

You, on the other hand, avoided meeting Gojo's eyes, even refraining from playfully snatching his glasses, all to evade his probing scrutiny. A profound guilt welled within, but you maintained a cheerful façade when you looked up at the tall boy, your eyes closed in a half-smile.

Ieiri trailed behind the trio, her lips gracing a gentle yet melancholic smile, her ember eyes holding a distant quality as she observed the three of you. A flush colored her cheeks when you teased her with a sly grin, the playful gesture diverting her attention from any pressing questions.

He observed it all, sometimes wishing he could turn a blind eye to the subtle shifts in your group's dynamics. There were moments when he yearned for the courage to confront his students, but he pondered whether that would truly be the wisest course of action.

But dwelling on such thoughts had to wait, for now, he charged headlong into a horde of high-grade curses. Halloween, in his personal opinion, was among the most dreaded days of the year.

The streets came alive with a riot of Halloween decorations. Every lamppost was adorned with eerie cobwebs, and pumpkins with wicked grins lined the sidewalks. People roamed about, their faces concealed behind an assortment of masks and whimsical costumes, some posing for pictures while others sought to startle unsuspecting passersby with their ghoulish get-ups.

Above, the muffled thump of music from nearby nightclubs resonated through the air, intermingling with the boisterous chatter and sporadic shrieks of delight from the revelers below. The city had transformed into a carnival of the supernatural --- he despised it.

In an ironic twist, it felt like a taunt. Halloween, a night of heightened fear, saw curses rise to a crescendo of malevolence. These were no ordinary phantoms; they were vicious, craving blood and terror. Yet, the unassuming non-sorcerer folk continued to revel, blissfully ignorant of the holiday's perilous essence.

It stood as a paradox, a poignant reminder of the sacrifices made by his colleagues and students. Their valor had shielded these unsuspecting celebrants from the brink of a nightmarish fate.

The rational corner of his mind comprehended that they couldn't be blamed for their ignorance. This veil of secrecy was a necessity; envision the chaos if the ordinary populace were to uncover the truth. The mere panic could breathe fresh vitality into curses, a catastrophe waiting to unfold.

Yet, the acrid part, the facet he labored diligently to conceal, was far from understanding. It harbored a bitterness, an ever-present sting. Why had his students chosen the path of potential sacrifice for those who appeared indifferent, oblivious even?

Nevertheless, there was something oddly cathartic about exorcising scores of curses, with no discernible bounds to the might of his technique.

Still, a nagging thought persisted in the recesses of his mind, one that refused to be ignored — how were you and the rest of the group faring?

You were meant to be a team, a rare instance where the elders had paired you with Gojo and Suguru. Missions with just the three of you were almost unheard of, and Yaga had always been curious about the reason behind it. But every time he tried to bring it up, usually when he passed you some yarn, you'd get all defensive and tell him to hush before the elders caught wind of his questions.

(Side Note: I'm sure you're all wondering where everyone else is, so here's a quick update. The trio is holding down the fort in Shibuya with Yaga. Nanami and Yu have been dispatched near Kyoto, working alongside the students from Kyoto Jujutsu Tech. Meanwhile, Ieiri is back on campus, safe and sound, mentally preparing herself for the impending chaos when everyone returns, and she has to mend their wounds.)

(Add-On: Ieiri's usual smoke breaks lack the same charm without you there to light them up. It's just not quite the same.)

The memory of those moments still stung.

What exactly were you scared of? Because something must've scared you enough to deny him that piece of information, especially with how close the two of you have gotten.

(Side Note: Yaga was there to see the trio off. Surprisingly, you allowed him to pat your head, a simple but genuine gesture that warmed his heart. A grin threatened to spread across his face, but it was quickly overshadowed by Gojo's playful banter and Suguru's quiet laughter as they teased Yaga about wanting to be a father or something.)

(Add-On: You would never admit it, but you, too, felt the subtle warmth Yaga had alluded to. You watched his soul transition from its usual darkish purple to a fleeting, light orange glow, and it left you with an inexplicable sense of unease.)

Perched atop a towering skyscraper, Yaga allowed himself a stolen moment to survey the world below. In this rare interlude, a semblance of composure washed over him.

Since your arrival, not necessarily your fault alone, but a persistent unease had gnawed at him, weaving dread into the very sinews of his muscles and the calcium ions within his bones.

From this vantage point, he observed, as he always did.

On your side

There was an unsettling aura about a frowning Gojo, a sensation that gnawed at the core of things. It felt out of place, like a discordant note in an otherwise harmonious melody. A stoic facade, Suguru mused, would have been more fitting. Even tears, a rarity that would require an earth-shattering trauma, seemed a lesser evil than the frown that now etched itself upon Gojo's lips.

Was it Suguru's doing? Did his actions somehow bring this perpetual frown to Gojo's face? The questions swirled within him like a tempest, an unceasing storm of uncertainty.

"You know the truth," a voice echoed in the recesses of his mind, resonating with a cold and cutting edge that made him flinch. It was his voice, yet not his own.

He barely had time to complete his internal inquiry when his trajectory carried him toward an impending collision with the wall. That is, it would have if not for the interlocking web of chains, forming an impenetrable barrier that spared him from a potentially incapacitating crash.

Despite the quick save, Suguru swore under his breath as he felt a light pain blooming at his waist.

Nonetheless

Suguru couldn't help but offer a knowing smile as he redirected his gaze skyward. Above him, you soared, gracefully navigating from one chain to the next. The buildings became your towering trees, and the streets transformed into your verdant jungle.

Ugh, comparing you to Tarzan leaves a bad taste on my tongue for some reason

You didn't need words; he instantly grasped the meaning in your gaze. A gentle smile blossomed upon his lips, and he assured, "I'm fine."

With a stiff nod in response, you swiftly redirected your attention to a Grade-1 curse. Your chains sliced through it like needles through fabric, siphoning its cursed energy to unleash a cascade of attacks on surrounding curses.

But where was Gojo? The sound of shattering glass served as his only warning. Shards lightly scored his uniform and skin. Suguru's eyes narrowed in irritation and a hint of anger as he observed Gojo's stoic figure striding through the wreckage, seemingly unfazed by the chaos that surrounded him.

Tiny tears marred Suguru's cheeks as his uniform bore the brunt of the Force, revealing glimpses of skin through the delicate fabric wounds. Strangely, not a solitary drop of blood stained the scene.

He couldn't restrain his frustration, hurling curses at Gojo with palpable anger. "Oi, Satoru! Are you out of your fucking mind? You could've ended me right there!"

In response, Gojo couldn't resist an eye-roll. "Nah, you really wouldn't have."

Suguru's eye twitched at the albino's careless words, spine straight and shoulder stuff as he eyed the man before him. Meanwhile, Gojo looked absolutely bored out of his mind as he nonchalantly cleaned out his ear.

"Fucking bastard." "If you're so irked by me, come get me, asshole "

And so, the pissing match began once again.

Lately, their little 'spats' had escalated into something far more heated. What once was a light-hearted banter and a contest of egos had taken a darker turn about a week ago. The laughter that usually followed their bouts was now replaced by an uncomfortable tension.

And you were fully aware of the reasons behind this shift. But would you intervene? Well, that's still up for debate.

Just as the situation seemed on the verge of boiling over, your phone chimed with a familiar ringtone. A smile grazed your lips as you greeted the caller with a lightness in your voice.

"Everything going well on your end, Kento? Is Yu doing fine?"

As you spoke, you couldn't help but notice a sneaky curse trying to creep up on Gojo. It's tendrils aiming for his rights side. With a casual flick of your wrist, your chains skewered the unwelcome visitor. The abrupt action prompted Gojo to cast an inscrutable look your way, sending a shiver down your spine.

He's still hanging in there, so I guess he's doing alright." In the background, another voice piped up, "Is that who I think it is? Give 'em a shout from me!" You couldn't help but chuckle as Kento let out a melodramatic sigh, "You heard?"

You replied, "Yep. Tell him I said hi back. And pass along the same for Mei-Mei and Utahime."

Kento quipped, "You're pushing your luck."

With a casual flick of your wrist, you dispatched yet another mess of foul goo.

"Why the call?" you asked. "...No reason," came Kento's mysterious reply. You grinned, "Ah, I see."

(Side Note: In the current scene, Yu found himself in a comically dire situation. A curse had him pinned down, and he flailed his arms around, calling out for Mei Mei's assistance. Mei Mei, thoroughly entertained by this display, couldn't help but find Yu's predicament rather endearing. She watched, amused, though she refrained from helping him until Utahime, embroiled in her own battle against two curses, shouted at Mei-Mei to come to Yu's aid.)

(Add-On: Utahime was seriously on edge; this year's Halloween curses were exceptionally gruesome. Just catching sight of them was enough to rattle her nerves. She had half a mind to go say 'fuck it' and haul ass screaming like a little bitch. No judgement here cuz same)

Suddenly, you sensed a stray piece of debris hurtling toward your head. In a swift motion, your chains sprang to life, obliterating it before it could reach you. You shot an exasperated glance at Suguru and Gojo, who seemed engrossed in their peculiar spar—basically, just tossing things at each other.

Your patience snapped, and you hollered at them to cease their antics and refocus on the mission. Before they could react, your chains coiled around them, effectively immobilizing the duo.

Suguru relented with a pout, while Gojo couldn't resist a snarky comment. "Always knew you were kinky."

Your response triggered Kento's voice blasting through the phone in a tirade against Gojo's behavior, which only fueled Gojo's maniacal laughter.

(Side Note: Gojo didn't particularly want to laugh, but it seemed like an obligatory performance at this point.)

With an eye-roll, you shifted your attention back to the call. "We're almost done here, so no worries."

"Alright, stay safe. Don't trust those dumbasses for anything," Kento admonished before ending the call, leaving you quietly chuckling.

The tension was as palpable as ever, making the mission feel like walking on eggshells. You glanced at Gojo and Suguru, both now reluctantly cooperating. What started as a straightforward task had somehow morphed into a convoluted dance of egos.

As you ventured further into the cursed zone, the silence weighed heavily on the trio. Gojo's trademark smirk, usually as constant as the North Star, had transformed into a stern expression, his gaze fixated on the distance. Meanwhile, Suguru's fists were clenched, jaw locked tight.

Shit

Once upon a time, these two had been inseparable, but now it was like watching two tectonic plates slowly drift apart.

As you ventured deeper into the cursed alleyway, the oppressive darkness seemed to swallow you whole. The narrow passageway twisted and turned, like a labyrinth designed by, uh, by ---- oh, fuck it. You don't have time to think about it as you use your technique to identify the more hidden curses.

You cursed under your breath as bits of your clothing became stained by the grime of the walls. Filthy, damp walls pressed in from both sides, making it feel like there was no way out. Absolutely fucking disgusting.

Gojo led the way, his steps echoing off the grimy pavement as he followed the faint trail of minor curses. Suguru trailed behind, his frustration simmering beneath the surface.

The darkness was thick, and the tension among your trio hung heavy in the air. It felt like a pressure cooker, waiting to explode at any moment. The distant cries of curses only added to the eerie fucked up atmosphere.

Gojo moved with an effortless grace, his sapphire eyes ablaze with cursed energy as he obliterated curses left and right. His movements were fluid, almost elegant, as he dispatched each threat with swift precision.

On the other hand, Suguru was growing increasingly agitated. He watched the curses he could've consumed vanish into wisps of nothingness with each sweep of Gojo's hand. His frustration simmered beneath his skin, boiling over into anger.

"Dammit, Satoru," Suguru glared, voice laced with annoyance. "I could've used some of those."

Gojo barely spared him a glance, his focus unwavering. "Too bad, so sad. You've got plenty in your arsenal already, Suguru. Don't get greedy."

Cue that angry mark thing on Suguru's forehead

You couldn't help but sigh internally, "I swear --- it's like a fucking k-drama breakup or something. Unbelievable."

But this was your fault

No, this is just things that have been simmering for a while finally boiling over.

And just what exactly prompted this...'simmering of feelings'?

...check your fucking tone and fix that attitude of yours.

Or what? You'll kill me. Please, I'd like to see you try.

Fuck. You.

Also...

What?

Watch out, hehe.

(Side Note: When stressed, you curse. A lot. )

Suddenly, an especially powerful curse materialized, catching you off guard. It lunged at you, the impact sending you crashing into the nearby shop's window. The glass shattered like your composure, and blood painted the scene.

Time seemed to slow to a crawl as you were hurled through the air and into the glass window. The shards of glass seemed to glisten in a surreal dance of glimmers and reflections, and for a brief moment, the shattered glass created a fragmented tapestry of the scene, as if you were glimpsing reality through a shattered mirror.

Blue rose petals descended gracefully, an ethereal contrast to the crimson stains on your battered form. They tumbled from an unseen sky, their delicate dance casting an otherworldly beauty over the grim tableau.

Upon collision with the glass, it shattered into a symphony of discordant notes, the cacophony ringing in your ears. The shards dug into your flesh, tearing at your clothes, and for a suspended moment, the world seemed crystallized in chaos.

Lying there, gasping for air and stinging with pain, you took in the surreal sight of the blue rose petals falling around you. In the corners of your quickly fading vision, you saw flower pots and greenery --- it felt like you were back in Yu's dorm room. Safe and warm.

Oh, it's a flower shop.

First off, why the fuck is there a flower shop at the end of some random creepy ass alleyway?

Second off, why was it so quiet?

The eerie silence settled like a heavy fog, muffling the once-chaotic sounds of curses. You furrowed your brow, puzzled by their sudden disappearance. Where had they—

In a sudden and almost comically abrupt fashion, the souls of Suguru and Gojo popped into your field of vision. It was as if they had teleported into view, their ghostly forms shimmering with an otherworldly light.

You couldn't help but blink in surprise, their appearance catching you off guard amidst the strange stillness of the cursed zone.

"Fucking hell," you swore under your breath as you felt one of the two gently pick up your head before leveling it on a soft warm --- thighs. Bony ones at that so it had to be Gojo.

(Side Note: You couldn't help but instinctively reach out to palm the limb, the blood seeping from your scraped hands staining Gojo's pants.)

Suguru dropped to his knees beside you, his face etched with deep concern, his eyes darting anxiously over your wounds. He hovered his hands over the injuries, torn between wanting to help and the uncertainty of what to do next. The injuries weren't life-threatening, but they were far from insignificant.

"Hey, are you okay?" Suguru's voice quivered with genuine worry as he assessed the damage. "Damn it, you're bleeding..." Panic flickered across his features as he glanced at the blood, his usually composed demeanor giving way to concern.

His soul was crying

Gojo remained uncharacteristically silent, his lips parting only to remove his glasses. His gaze locked onto your injured face, and in that fleeting moment when your eyes met, it was a meeting of pearlescent and iridescent. The connection would've been near-perfect if it weren't for...

Before the thought could fully form, Gojo finally broke his silence. His expression turned grave, and he spoke in a low, almost breathless tone, "Use your chains on me."

You couldn't help but snort with amusement, even as a wince of pain crossed your face. "Now, who's the kinky one," you quipped, your voice laced with playful sarcasm.

If you weren't injured, Gojo might have smacked the shit out if you, but in this situation, he opted for a sharp pinch on your arm until you acquiesced.

Drawing cursed energy from people was always a unique experience, but what intrigued you even more was the distinctiveness of each person's energy.

Suguru's had a bittersweet undertone, much like his tea, while Gojo's... Well, perhaps it was his cursed technique, but it felt almost exhilarating. Sweet, like his insatiable sweet tooth, and undeniably stimulating.

Your blood raced with adrenaline, and you couldn't help but savor the taste of Gojo's energy. It was strangely addictive, and you found yourself wanting more, even as you noticed the tremble in his soul.

Separating your chains from their souls, a shiver of relief coursed through your body as most of your injuries miraculously began to heal. With a soft hum of gratitude, you muttered a quiet thank you under your breath. With Suguru and Gojo's assistance, you managed to sit up on the pile of debris.

"Are you guys okay?" you inquired, concern lacing your words.

Suguru, still clearly shaken by the events, snapped, "You almost die, and you ask US if we're okay?" He couldn't hide his worry, despite his gruff tone.

You let out a playful pout as you leaned into the warmth of Gojo's hands, tilting your head back like a whiny child. "Well, fuck you too, Suguru." "Don't you curse at me, you little-"

As you and Suguru continued your bickering, Gojo calmly brought you closer, positioning you against his body and enveloping your waist with his arms. His chin rested on your shoulder, and he let out a quiet exhale that felt like a sigh of relief.

(Side Note: The exhale was so strong that it lightly pulled on your moon earring. The very one Gojo gifted you.)

You froze at the unexpected closeness, momentarily taken aback, while Suguru observed in silence, a pensive expression clouding his face.

One beat

"You two really pissed me off, ya know?" Gojo's words carried an unusual weight, and both you and Suguru had never heard him sound so sullen. It wasn't meekness; Gojo could never be meek or weak, but his voice seemed, in that moment, small.

Though you couldn't see his face, you could sense the tremor in his voice, and it sent a chill down your spine.

Two beats

Both Suguru and you dared not to speak as Gojo continued to talk, his grip on you tightening ever so slightly as he spoke. It was as if he had to physically restrain himself from retreating into his usual emotional barriers.

"You disappear for a few days, and suddenly, you're both different. And then, it's like I don't even exist. You made me feel..."

Three beats

"Unwanted? Jealous? Neglected?" You interjected softly, your voice tinged with understanding. Gojo pinched your side, causing you to wince, and earning a sharp glare from Suguru. "Don't fucking psychoanalyze me."

"Sorry," you murmured, sensing the tension in his voice.

Four beats

Gojo tightened his hold on you, his voice muffled against your shoulder, "I didn't know what to do. I hate not knowing what to do."

Suguru leaned against the wall, seemingly lost in thought. "Typical Satoru. Always the 'strongest' but falls apart when emotions come into play." You clenched your jaw.

Five beats

"Suguru. Not now." You swore you saw a flicker of a satisfied smirk on the albino's face as you scolded said male. "Gojo, stop smirking." Now it was Suguru's turn to smirk.

(Side Note: Gojo was so ridiculously satisfied.)

From the corner of your eye, you spotted something amidst the rubble. Leaning over to pick it up, a soft chuckle escaped your lips as you realized it was a nondescript bottle of sake.

Nothing too distinctive, just an ordinary bottle of sake.

Balancing it in your hand, you inhaled the aroma as you uncorked it. A soft sigh escaped, and a small smile graced your face.

As you took a cautious sip from the bottle, you were pleasantly surprised by its smooth and mellow flavor. The warmth of the sake spread through you --- a nice contrast to the cold air of Japan.

"Are you serious right now?" Suguru's voice resonated through the eerie silence of the ravaged flower shop. With a shrug, you tossed the bottle to Gojo.

Gojo grimaced, "You're seriously gross right now. Who knows where that's been?"

You rolled your eyes at his comment, "Well, either drink it and unwind or ditch it to relieve some stress."

He stared down at you for a good three minutes, his expression still contorted, before finally grunting and taking a sip. The effect was nearly instantaneous as the young Six-Eye User's tense shoulders relaxed.

Six beats

The severity in his gaze softened as he turned his attention to Suguru, who wore a similarly displeased expression.

With the bottle held in his large hands, Gojo seemed poised to throw it at the raven-haired man, but at the eleventh hour, he offered it instead. Their fingers brushed for a fleeting heartbeat as Suguru savored a modest sip.

A sigh escaped his lips as he let the alcohol slide down his throat, his shoulders dropping in a similar manner like Gojo as you silently stayed within the albino's arms.

A hush blossomed among the three of you, your gazes fixed on various points, as if deliberately avoiding eye contact with each other.

Yet, even in that unspoken silence, it seemed as if words were superfluous. Simply being present in that moment, basking in each other's auras and existence, sufficed to transmit everyone's sentiments.

Amidst the remnants of the flower shop, with broken petals strewn about like the memories of a fading dream, a subtle breeze whispered its way through the shattered windows, carrying the scent of blossoms that once danced in vibrant hues. And a soft, distant chirping of birds carried through the broken windows --- ah, it was morning already.

Suguru, his grip on the sake bottle loosening, glanced around at the desolation surrounding you. His eyes, once filled with annoyance, now held a touch of melancholy.

Suguru's gaze finally shifted, meeting Gojo's eyes for the briefest of moments. A flicker of understanding passed between them, a silent acknowledgment of...something.

As if by an unspoken agreement, Gojo lifted the bottle once more, offering it to Suguru. With a nod of appreciation, Suguru accepted, their bond acknowledged in this simple act.

You couldn't help but make an undignified noise as you tried to reach for the bottle, "Oi! Don't drink it all, I want some too!"

With a playful smirk, Gojo leaned slightly away from Suguru, extending the bottle above you, just out of your reach. "Oh, you want some too?" he teased, a hint of amusement in his voice.

Suguru joined in with a sly grin, "You know, sharing is caring."

You responded with an exasperated sigh, your attempt to grab the bottle foiled by Gojo's playful maneuvering. "Alright, alright, you guys win. Just pass it over here before I start feeling left out." Ironic.

Gojo and Suguru persisted in their playful teasing, much to your chagrin, as you struggled within Gojo's grasp to lower his arm, desperately attempting to reach the bottle he held aloft. Suguru's laughter echoed through the room, while Gojo cackled with the exuberance of a madman.

From his vantage point, Yaga couldn't suppress a chuckle as he witnessed the scene unfold. It warmed his heart to see the tension between the three of you dissipate—perhaps not entirely, but enough that he believed everyone would experience a sense of relief come the next school day.

Seven beats

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Song Inspo: Ray Laurél - CHARLES JEFFREY

(A/N): Hopefully, one day I'll see TCT on a 'JJK Tumblr fanfic recommendations' TikTok vid --- the moment people recommend this to others on that fucking app, that's when I know I'm doing a good job 💀

Valeria Garza has a chokehold on me rn. Ooo, should I write for CoD? It'd be interesting deciphering their personalities considering the shit load of trauma they all got going on.

09/20 - In the middle of writing this, a kitten sucked into my yard and I have dogs. I had to pry the poor thing out of their mouths (it's alive! Ran off tho). Unfortunately, the kitten did bite me. So I'm not writing this with an injured hand and a prayer that I don't have an infection. 🥹

09/21 - Just as I was finishing up, I received an e-mail from the Head of my Bachelor's Department saying that my current classes were not valid for my degree and that I'd have to re-enroll. I spent a whole 15 minutes bawling my eyes out, crying to mami on the phone before the mother fuckers had the nerve to tell me it was an error and I'm fine.

09/23 - it's like 12am rn and the most horrible thing happened and ugh, I could not stop bawling my eyes out and I was bleeding everywhere. I'm fine now but like damn bro.

Originally:

This episode was supposed to be published on September 20 due to, uh, reasons. (JJK 236 spoilers parallel) However, shit happened and I didn't publish it in time. My bad bros, hoes, and non-binaries bitches.

Originally, I had planned to kick off this episode from Suguru's or someone else's perspective – anyone but Yaga's. But, at the last second, I realized we needed a bit more Yaga content. Plus, it'd be intriguing to delve into his viewpoint regarding the cursed trio's dynamics and all that jazz.

"...gentle yet melancholic smile," was actually supposed to just be a 'gentle small smile.' This is because Ieiri was just happy to be there within the boundaries of your presence. But I changed it because, when written this way, it just confirms that Ieiri knows her status in the group. As in, she doesn't have an actual status.

"...Nah, you really wouldn't have." Was actually, "Oh come on, Suguru. You know I wouldn't go that far."

The plan for this episode was to kick off near a flower shop, but fate had other ideas. It concluded right at a flower shop instead.

"The narrow passageway twisted and turned, like a labyrinth designed by, uh, by ---- oh, fuck it." This was actually supposed to reference the ancient King of Curses but I couldn't figure how to do it, so I genuinely said fuck it.

"Don't fucking psychoanalyze me," was supposed to be, "So you knew yet you did nothing?" This is to imply your avoidance of confrontations. Maybe foreshadowing too.

Originally, you were going to apologize to Gojo for everything but then, as an author, I realized that the cursed trio are a bunch of teenagers put in the riskiest of situations with severe vulnerability problems and communication issues, hence the silence and the avoidance of eye contact.

This switch to Yaga as the main POV in this episode kind of plays with that idea that teachers are always watching their students, even if it doesn't seem like it. It's not just about observing; it's about whether they decide to take action or simply stay on the sidelines.

Ngl, certain characters, in canon, feel rather two-dimensional. Maybe, it's because I haven't really read the manga or finished the anime --- but like yeah. So I like exploring them, giving them depth and stuff like that. Like Yaga, Yu, Ieiri, and others.

Suguru narrowly escaped critical injury thanks to your swift response, an imperceptible wall formed by hundreds of tiny chains that perpetually encircled him, akin to a vigilant guardian.

Though invisible to Suguru's eyes, these chains remained visible to Gojo's discerning gaze. In truth, this visibility was the sole reason Gojo took the actions he did.

Suguru's lack of injuries was all thanks to a secret chain connected to his soul. It channeled cursed energy into him, helping him heal swiftly. The finer details of this ability were still a bit hazy, but that's a tale for another day.

The elders, were deep into an emergency meeting, no doubt wrestling with the current crisis. Or so, one would think.

"And so, the pissing match began once again." After this line, I genuinely had no idea what to write next. So I chose to involve the one character that just feels right to write about.

Kento's call came in the wake of an extremely close call, and he needed something to anchor him back to reality before diving back into his mission. The soothing sound of your voice, coupled with Yu's presence, worked like a balm on his nerves. (But you thought it was because he was worried about you. Which, technically, is true but that's beside the point.)

Episode: Borderline --- "...Keep it vague, just like your pointless existence." Goes hand in hand with, "...Or what? You'll kill me. Please, I'd like to see you try." Was that your own self-deprecating thoughts, or ???

The reason why Suguru's hands hovered was because he was afraid of causing more damage.

It wasn't his energy that made his soul quiver; it was the fear of losing you.

I wanted to have a little fun so I made that what you eat the most is what your cursed energy either feels like or tastes like. 🤷

As for Gojo, his Infinity vanished the moment he saw you crash through the flower shop window. The sheer shock and horror of the scene caused him to unintentionally drop it.

Typically, Gojo's soul is shielded from your sight due to the nature of his Infinity. However, when he released it, you were able to catch a glimpse of his presence, marked by a curious warp-like effect.

"It was strangely addictive, and you found yourself wanting more, even as you noticed the tremble in his soul." Energy vampire much?

The fact that you only ever truly feel safe is when you're in Yu's dorm room surrounded by his plants.

You intentionally left some minor wounds untreated, a small act of consideration for Ieiri. It would give her something to do when she arrived, and you secretly longed to be in her presence again.

"It was his voice, yet not his own." Is a reference to Suguru's creeping depression as well as an indirect reference to Kenjaku.

"...Are you out of your fucking mind?" Is Suguru referencing Gojo's technique and how it fries the brain to a crisp.

"Suguru swore under his breath as he felt a light pain blooming at his waist." and "...it's tendrils aiming for his right side" is a reference.

Note how, even though Gojo always keeps his Infinity on (or almost always) along with the fact that he's a Special Grade sorcerer, you still felt the need to protect his back from the minor curse.

The North Star symbolizes guidance, direction, stability and purpose. And no matter what, it stays in the same place no matter what goes around it.

It's not a glass ceiling, but rather a glass wall. Which can be interpreted in multiple manners. It can be the wall between you and Gojo, despite being able to see each other so clearly, a wall remains. The shattering of it representing your agreement in acknowledging the connection.

Or, it's the slow shattering of the Curses Trio's reality as we near Spring.

Or, it's foreshadowing.

Blue roses signify the unattainable. It's like a longing for something to exist, but it forever eludes your grasp. This is a direct reference to the Jujutsu Kaisen Season 1 Opening where Gojo carries around a bouquet of blue roses.

In this episode, the clash of "Pearlescent vs. Iridescent" gave way to a harmonious fusion of Pearlescent AND Iridescent. This is to reference that an emotional connection has been officially acknowledged. Not made but acknowledged.

"The connection would've been near-perfect if it weren't for..." His being is near-perfect in your eyes because if he had just never been born with Six-Eyes, you'd love his blissful ignorance

Although Suguru might be considered your closest friend (in Gojo's mind at least), it was Gojo you instinctively reached out to. Ironic considering how long you've been trying to emotionally avoid him.

If my memory serves me right, the traditional act of sharing a bottle of sake signifies a union among individuals, and for this particular chapter, it felt more like the forging of a soulful connection, a merging of three souls into one. You could even liken it to a form of matrimony.

The consistent theme remained that open communication was a challenge among the three of you. You rarely delved into meaningful discussions, each holding back in your own way. (Communication may be key, but understanding is the door.)

The heart beats are a reference to another Episode, but I don't remember which. Oops.

Gojo didn't throw the bottle at Suguru because he was genuinely tired of fighting with the bestie --- he just wanted you and Suguru back.

Yaga being the silent observer says A LOT. You just don't realize it.

What was the meeting about?

Were you talking to your continually fracturing mind or someone else?

And what exactly did you mean when you said you saw scenes in the shattered glass?

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h50europe · 9 months ago

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I wish fans would stop dissecting Buck/Tommy scenes but enjoy them for what they are: flirty banter between two lovers. Oliver stated in an interview he and Tim agreed to keep this relationship on the lighter side, more like a rom-com.

But no people go and dissect it like an alien discovered by NASA in a backyard.

When Tommy throws the line, "God, I hope so," he is nothing but hinting at the age difference, which is, give or take, about 7 years. So what? Seven years is nothing. Still, Tommy refers to it but means it as a joke. And Buck even blushes a little.

I can't remember we've ever seen Buck that flirty and all smiles whenever he and one of his many GFs where together. Can't the pearl clutchers be happy for him because he is finally who he is? Without having to hide a part of his sexuality that he kept buried deep inside before he met Tommy. A side he couldn't even show to Eddie. A side he knew was there but never dared to explore? Tommy came into Buck's life and opened this cage. He understands Buck on a totally different level than Eddie ever could. We see that Eddie has no gaydar. He was also clueless about Tommy being gay. Being so close to Buck, like the tin hats want them to be, he must have realized that Buck isn't only into women but guys as well. "Buddie" lived practically out of each other's pockets. And not once did Eddie ask, "Could it be that you aren't just into girls?" In a serious manner, not as a joke.

How about dissecting Eddie's dating "issues" with the doppelganger of his deceased wife? Does this imply Eddie's into necrophilia? This is ridiculous. It would be only one of their reactions. The nicer one, I guess. But it is no different from their daddy-kink nonsense.

What's wrong with these tin hats who are constantly complaining about LIs in general. No matter if it's Buck or Eddie? Shoving your favorite ship down everybody else's throat is the opposite of being open-minded and tolerant.

If Buddie should ever become canon, they will need a lot of patience. Eddie suffers from PTSD and is mentally unstable. Now, he lost his son. He has so much on his plate already. The last thing he needs right now is Buck coming over him like a force of nature and telling him he loves him. That would be the final straw if you want to see him end up in a loony bin. Eddie has to be on his own for some time to find out what and who he really wants. Something that would have to be stretched at least over a few episodes, if not over a full season. If it should be realistic. It took them 100 episodes to address Buck's bi-sexuality. And we saw hints here and there. We never saw hints of it concerning Eddie. Why do these "fans" think you can turn him bi from one moment to the other? Like Oliver said, it's not what he wanted for his character that Buck is bi, and suddenly, everyone else around him has some sort of sexual awakening. Since when can't a bisexual or gay man can't have a heterosexual bestie?

Also, bashing and harassing an actor for a part he is playing shows how sick these tin hats are. Or do they really think they could scare him off the show with their immature behavior and their unfounded hatred? Such behavior never ended a series character, let alone made a showrunner diverge from his plans and suddenly turn his show into a fan service-only show. Get a life ASAP, you tin hats and spread your toxic behavior among your ilk. It's not our fault you're leading a sad life full of envy and h*te. I am so sorry for you all. Fueled with so much anger must turn you into embittered personalities with no fun and no friends. How many of you opened sock puppet accounts to have at least someone to talk to? Living in an echo chamber can be exhausting at times...

#bucktommy #buddie tin hats #tin hats #fandom wars #evan buckley #tommy kinard #eddie diaz #ryan guzman #oliver stark #911 abc #kinley #kinkley #tevan

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pluto-00 · 1 year ago

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Miles!42 hc’s

w/black!fem!reader

a/n: they way I see ppl write him is so stereotypical..this is still miles we’re talking about! Js bc he got braids n a cooler atmosphere, bro is NOT running w a gang. Plus if my spanish is used wrong, pls tell me!! I wanna make sure this is perfect.

also…these hcs are so silly and cute <33 had alot of fun writing this tbh.

Miles!42 who acts so hard in-front of others and his friends but really he’s just as dorky and awkward. (Likes playing minecraft but keeps it on the down-low, cuz he gets embarrassed.)

Huge video game enthusiast, from mortal kombat to terraria you already know he’s on that. Ganke and him play terraria all the time.

Miles!42 who mentions you all the time which kinda pisses Ganke off.

Does certain things to impress his uncle, trying to seem cool and more like a man. But you of all people, know he’s just fronting.

Miles!42 who thinks he seems sooo nonchalant, but really he cares about you so much.

Gotta huge soft spot for you and his mama.

When he comes over to your place to hang out, he always has some type of tubbaware filled with Rio’s cooking. She refuses to send that boy over without some sort of pleasantries. Which causes your mom to ask when is miles coming over, just to have some of ríos cooking.

“When’s that lil boyfriend of yours coming over? His momma cook food real good.”

“First of all, it’s for me. Ms.Morales loves me.”

Miles!42 who is a huge sneakerhead and will talk shit if he sees you with dirty air forces.

“Yo, you kinda nasty for that.”

“Whatchu talking about?”

“Why are your forces so dirty? Didn’t I tell you I got some sneaker cleaner at my place.”

“Mmcht, man get out my face, these are old ass hell.”

Gets a side job just to buy some sneakers or those over-priced spray ground book-bags.

Always leaving his friends to hang with you.

“I’m taking my girl out today, so I can’t.”

“I cant hang, me and my girl chilling tommorrow.”

Miles!42 who runs over to your place when yall had an argument, with your favorite soda and bag of chips he got from the corner store. Apologizes a-lot, especially if he knew was in the wrong.

“M’sorry, alright? I was doing too much.”

“No shit..” You’d say before pulling him into a hug.

Acts out for his little friends, calling you “ma” in-front of them, knowing damn well his real mama at home don’t play like that.

This boy will turn into somebody’s mother in public!! Talking shi under his breath in spanish, especially when he see’s ppl acting a fool in public.

“¿Estas personas no tienen entrenamiento en el hogar?”

Very assuring when it comes to you, especially when you over think something.

“You’re doing fine, mi querída. Don’t let those bad thoughts get to you..”

Anytime he see’s you in a cute outfit, hes so quick to say

“You look beautiful, te adoro.”

When Miles had you over at his place for the first time, he introduced you to his mother right away. And then later to Uncle Aaron.

You were nervous of making a bad first impression, but she found you very respectful and a good fit for Miles. Which led to her and you becoming really close, every-time you go over to Miles place you always ask where Rio is.

“Ms. Morales! You’re future daughter-in-law is here!” Which causes miles to get embrassed and for Rio to laugh.

“Ms. Morales, miles is being mean to me,” She goes along with it, jokingly telling miles to stop bothering you.

“Ms. Morales, you gotta teach me how to make this..” Who excitedly writes down the recipe and shows you step by step on how to make it.

Uncle Aaron likes you being with miles because you bring him out of his shell. He believes Jeff wouldve enjoyed your company too.

Miles!42 who’s tender-headed. Thats it.

Don’t let nobody but himself braid his hair. Which was a shock to Uncle Aaron, when he found out Miles let you wash and braid his hair.

But you swear up and down he act’s like a baby when you braid his hair, you literally have to resort to your black momma instincts when his head moves the slightest or his hand reaches up to the area you were braiding.

“Move ya hand!”

“You tugging on my scalp, fym?”

“Not my fault you tender-headed.”

“Mmcht-“

“Don’t suck ya teeth at me-“

Misses his dad dearly, calls you up to talk to you, anything to keep his mind off of it for a while. Only to eventually open up further, while you comfort him.

Miles is a big momma’s boy. Considering Rio is the only parent he has left, he would do anything for her. She’s stressed? He’s telling her to relax for the day. It’s mothers day? He’s going all out, with a boquete of her favorite flowers and a gift that she’s been talking about for the longest but never has had the time or money to buy.

Watches anime religiously, gets into those heated anime debates like who would win Goku or One punch man? Which is one is mopping the floor Sukuna or Gojo?

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st4rychnine · 2 years ago

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an after school afair

porn w/o plot ★ age gap (reader is a college student and he's a teacher so yeah)★ creampie ★ facefucking, sex in school ★ fem bodied reader ★ oral m/f recieving ★ minors DNI

when you think of things you could be doing after schoo,l what comes to your mind is a nice outing with your friends. maybe some Netflix and chill, and also probably getting stupidly drunk on your stash of gifted wine. Definitely not getting your brains fucked out by your teacher. your teacher who speaks Spanish.

Spanish, what he was murmuring to himself as he pinned you to the wall by the throat, fucking into your cunt with soft groans of, "cariño, te sientes tan bien…" and "demasiado apretada, hermosa, me harás correrme de inmediato," with bits of "maldito infierno!" thrown in.

you'd be lying if you said that his mumbled Spanish didn't drive you crazy.

it's a wonder how you ended up in this position (not really, it was bound to happen). really, all you'd done was to be at the right place at the wrong time; you'd walked in on Mr O'Hara while he was having some alone time.

hands wrapped around his thick, veiny cock. fat tip leaking precum like a broken faucet and all you could think of was to ask why the hell was your teacher jerking off in an empty classroom?? why was he jerking off in an empty classroom when he was supposed to be in class?? except - well - to do what he was doing of course. So in conclusion, you weren't thinking. not with him standing there, first three buttons of his shirt undone, tan skin absolutely flushed with his brown hair sticking to his face.

he'd begged you then, with a tongue like honey, "hermosa," he'd all but groaned, "if you'd help me with this, I'd ever be so grateful. please I'm begging. I cannot teach anything like this."

he's referring to the class you have after this, which, surprise, surprise (or not lol), is taught by him.

he whines at you again and it's so pitiful, you give in. before you know it, you're on your knees and he's fucking your face at a tremendous pace, moaning and groaning above you. you can barely breathe, your jaw is sore, but you ignore your discomfort.

your eyes flicker up to meet his doe brown ones. He clicks his tongue, fingers wrapping themselves up tighter in your hair.

"please don't look at me like that, hermosa–" he cuts himself off with a moan of pleasure and garbled Spanish.

your face is a mess of ruined makeup, tears and saliva, sloppy wet sounds filling the room from you literally gagging on his dick. you want to make him feel good, feel better. you also want this to be done as soon as possible so you can face your presentation. so you hollow out your cheeks as hard as possible.

Miguel hisses with pleasure. "Mierda! Me estás chupando la vida–" another debaucherous moan sending heat pooling in the pit of your belly. your panties are positively drenched. His thrusts into your mouth increase their pace till his hips are basically a blur, gripping the sides of your face with his wide hands to keep your head steady.

Then his thrusts get messy, sloppy, he's moaning above you. a quick glance upwards finds him more dishevelled than he was when you walked in on him. His hair is messier, cheeks redder, sweatier. Eyes half closed in escasy.

you're drinking his appearance in when suddenly, a salty heat is spilled into your throat. he's swearing like a sailor above you, and you think you just had a mini-orgasm.

you try to gulp down as much as his cum as possible, but it's too much, spilling out of your nose. you're basically drowning.

"don't spill a drop. these trousers cost a lot." so he holds you down there for a good few seconds, hips subtly fucking into your mouth. "thats a good girl," he murmurs and finally, he lets you go.

His cock is as hard as ever, if not harder. He gazes at you with a sort of shameful lust, chuckling at the horrified expression plastered on your face.

"lo siento, amor. it just won't go down. I did it a lot of times before you came.

"h-how…?" you manage. you're actually pretty frightened. your jaw is too sore to think of giving him head again, and you highly doubt something that big can fit–

just then the bell rings, signalling the end of your endeavours and the beginning of a lesson.

Miguel wastes no time belting his trousers and slipping on his tie. you stand up too, straightening your skirts, trying to look like someone that didn't just give her teacher head.

the both of you quietly exit the classroom and look for the hall where your class would be held. coincidentally, you had his period, so the walk was awkward.

right before entering the Hall, he shoots you a look that let's you know this isn't over.

the class was alright, your presentation went well. you stumbled a bit at Mr O'Hara's intense gaze but it was okay. you think.

and the class ends, just like that. it was your last of the day, and you just want to go home. you are horny.

but Miguel calls your name just before you walk out the door. "I'd like to have a word." your heart stops cold, heat pooling in your belly. here?

your friends laugh, thinking you're in trouble, wondering why and wishing you good luck, leaving you behind in a hall that suddenly is a bit too cold for comfort.

He tells you to lock the door, so you do, and walk towards his desk timidly.

Standing in front of him and meeting his eyes, you have to consiously will your knees not to buckle. "sir?"

"I hope you realise I'm not done with you." he says and you bite down on the inside of your cheek.

"yes sir." you mummur, wondering what the hells he's got prepared for you.

"right. now. if you understand, you'll spread your legs on this table for me."

you take a pause before answering, cocking your head in profound confusion "...what?"

and that, ladies and gentlemen, is how you end up receiving the best head of your life.

his face is buried in your cunt, lapping and sucking and kissing and probing and groaning as if you're the most delicious thing he's ever had. and probably not - you've had Spanish cuisine before. so you don't get what the hype for pussy was about.

Miguel, however, does. "you taste so good. so fucking good for me, yeah?" his tongue suddenly worms its way into you, eliciting a yelp from you and you rake your fingers through his hair, messing it up.

His cock throbs as he feels into you with his fingers, your wetness coating them entirely. he wonders how good you'll feel around his cock.

you don't think you've ever had head this good before… your previous boyfriend couldn't even hold a matchstick to this man who sucks on your clit so diligently, making you almost scream. who slides his fingers into you as he does so, curling them within you exquisitely, making you see stars.

and all too soon, a vaguely familiar hotness coils within you, making you pant and gasp and all but moan his name. Miguel seems to take that as encouragement, nips and sucks growing more enthusiastic and fervent.

the heat feels too good, you realise suddenly, and the coil in your tummy seems to have stretched itself taut. something's coming.

but it's you, cumming into his mouth and around his fingers, hands gripping his hair tight as you scream his name loudly into the empty hall. Through this, Miguel doesn't stop, and you cry out, begging him to.

" 'm too sensitive! please stoppp – ahhh-!" you whisper hoarsely. Miguel sends you an upwards glance and you absently realise you're the one with legs wrapped around his neck, fingers buried in his hair to hold him closer.

that doesn't matter though, because you're sent from one orgasm to another, spasming and shaking, letting out a sharp shout. it seems to last forever, and as the last spams wreck your body, you look up to find Miguel looking at you with heated eyes.

"Cariño, I beg," he murmurs, lips hovering over yours. "please let me fuck you." he captures your mouth in a kiss, tongue probing your lips till you let him in. it's deep and intense and could certainly spiral you into another orgasm. but he pulls away and you shudder a gasp. "please," he repeats again. and who are you to deny? he hurriedly unbelts his trousers, unbuttons them, and you remember the thing which entered your mouth earlier in the day and panic mildly. but it's fine… right?

you wince as he pushes the tip into you. it's hurts a bit and it's bigger than anything you've had inside you… ever. he goes even further into you and it feels like you're losing your virginity all over again. his dick is thick - enough to send any poor soul it encounters to hell or heaven. you're not sure which you want to be visiting that evening.

Miguel hisses at your tight warmth, as he pushes himself further and further into you until at last, he bottoms out. he notices your pained expression and nods." I'll… be- gentle," he promises through gritted teeth. his eyes look heavy, cheeks stained with red.

you decide you don't want that. wherever you're taken is where you'll go. so you shake your head "don't be." you murmur.

you feel his cock throb inside you and he hisses. "Mierda, me volveré loco así."

now, you have no idea what he just said, but that was hot. Miguel starts with an experimental thrust, which then increases in pace until he's fucking you so hard, the table rattles. you emit a throaty moan with each thrust, fingers gripping his hard shoulders.

what was once pain turns to a bloom of overwhelming pleasure and you fight your voice getting too loud.

"you like that?" Miguel murmurs against your skin.

"fuck please– ah! So muuuuchhh–" you sob, tears leaking from your eyes as they roll back in your head from the pleasure.

"absolutely dripping around me aren't you? te sientes tan bien así"

again, the Spanish. you don't know how or why bilingual men are so hot. maybe its just Miguel, how the words rolled around his tongue, dripping off them like honey. oh, you don't know. you just know it makes your cunt a little wetter, makes it flutter around his cock.

Miguel hisses at this, biting down into your shoulder. "gonna make me cum like that, doll." his hips pick up the pace, fucking into you with a speed you had no idea was possible. the table creaks in distress. "you want it?"

it takes you a moment to register what he's talking about. "mm– mmhm"

"words, doll. use em. dónde lo quieres, baby, where do you want it?" his voice is strained, breathing laboured. you can tell he's close. you too. so are you. so, so fucking close you can't-

"inside… please do it inside, I–" there you go. the orgasm absolutely tore you apart. a sob is wrenched from your throat as your toes curl, back arches, and you cum all over his cock, squeezing it like a vice.

Miguel, quite frankly is a goner, can't even form words anymore. he just grunts into your ear and holds you in place, as he spurts inside you. the warmth is alarming to say the least. not in a bad way. rather, it sends you skittering off the edge once more.

you bite your tongue so hard it bleeds as you cum and Miguel groans and kisses you as he fucks you though both his orgasm and yours. "take it baby… good girl. mi buena chica"

eventually, you both come down from your highs, panting and sticky with sweat and, (for you) stuffed. his cum drips down your thighs as you attempt to stand up. (a weak attempt, your knees give out.)

"you can still go for more, right?" Miguel whispers against your neck. you feel his cock throb against your tummy, and you're not thinking anymore. fuck, you need him.

"mmmh…"

#miguel ohara smut #miguel o’hara smut #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o'hara #miguel x reader #atsv miguel #fanfic

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gadriezmannsgirl · 2 years ago

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Can I request a fluff alphabet for pedri. Love you❤️

Living for this request🥰 This was so fun to do, thank you. Pls, tell me what you think 🫶🏼🌻

Fluff Alphabet -Pedri González

A = Attractive (What thing does he find the most attractive of you and himself?)

On himself? Physically, I feel like he likes his hands/arms, because he's gaining weight and makes him look bulkier. Mentally, he loves the fact he's down to earth and pretty mature for any other guy at his age, of course, he jokes around but when serious things happen, he'll do no jokes.

On you? Physically, he loves your everything, hands down; but if he has to choose just one, I feel like he would say your eyes, they way they speak for themselves and shine whenever you get too excited, their size and their colour, it has him on his knees for you. Mentally, you're also down to earth and very mature person. He can always talk with you about anything without feeling any kind of fear of judgement or anything like that. He loves it.

Bonus: Your intelligence is also something that keeps him on his knees, he just loves a smart girl.

B = Boo! (How does he feel about surprises, giving and receiving?)

He loves more giving than receiving, in general. Of course, he would like getting some lovely presents/surprises, shyly smiling and blushing a lot, loving with all his heart even a simple little card with a "Te quiero"/"Pásala bien"/"Cuídate" message but he loves the most being able to cause happiness for you, his mom, dad and everyone around him.

C = Cuddles (Kind of cuddles and if he loves them)

He loves cuddles although he's not 24/7 cuddling you, he enjoys them, he knows when to give you space or telling you he needed some. But, something that can never fail is him cuddling you, you cuddling him, both cuddling each other, whilst sleeping.

He loves all kind of cuddles with him being the big spoon, you being the big spoon, back cuddling, side cuddling, just cuddling in general. He loves them.

D = Domestic (Does he want to settle down? How is he at cooking and cleaning? Marriage and kids?)

He wants to settle down. He can see himself marrying you and having kids, in a few years, of course. However, he's not that good at cooking and his cleaning isn't the best.

He's 20, he's messy, of course when he sees stuffs getting out of hand or you doing too many things, he definitely helps out and does his best helping you with the dishes, vacumming or even doing laundry. In the cooking part, he's slowly learning a few things here and there to make his cooking skills good and edible.

E = Emotions (How does he express emotion around you?)

It took a few months while being in the friends stage for him to express himself around you, once he knew you were reliable, he started to open himself more and eventually you two creating a bond-trust, unbreakable

F = Feelings (When did he know he was in love?)

When he was feeling down, all he could think about was you and the ways you could cheer him up, he kept on trying doing them on himself but failed resulting in calling you, when you stopped your homework and went to his, not caring for any other thing besides his well-being, when he saw you his whole mood was back up again and he realized he's in love with you.

G = Gentle (How gentle is he, both physically and emotionally?)

Very gentle, he is the true definition of a gentleman and a loving man in every single aspect.

H = Holding Hands (when/how does he like to hold hands?)

He loves your hands, he loves how soft they are and loves how small they looked against his rough and big ones. This saying he loves holding hands, it's his favorite way to do PDA on public and privately as well, even though privately PDA was on another different level.

But holding hands, it's such a simple gesture but too intimate at the same time, he didn't had the need of wrapping you whole, in his arms, hands intertwined and a simple kiss on the lips/cheek or forehead was enough.

If he's driving, your linked hands would be on the gear lever as he from time to time lifted it up to his lips to kiss it, if you are driving his hand would be on your thigh, with your hand on top of his.

I = Injury (How would he act if you got hurt?)

He would be worried but not too over the top, you know what I mean? Still, he would leave everything he's doing to check up on you. He would kiss your pain away, make sure you took your medicine, help you around and basically nursing you.

If it's something he had already warned you about he would shut up his mouth but his eyes and eyebrows clearing saying "Told you". If it happened out of nowhere, he would softly tell you to be more careful seeing as he doesn't want anything bad happening to his future wife.

J = Jealousy (How jealous does he get? What does he do when he’s jealous?)

I had already said before that Pedri trusts you with his life and doesn't get too jealous, only if he's feeling some sort of intimidated or if the guy's clearly hitting on you and discharging your attempts of not being interesed.

Often he would come up to you, kiss or hug you and with a: Bonita, who's this? The person knows to back off.

K = Kisses (What are his kisses like? Where does he like to kiss you? Where does he like to be kissed?)

I feel Pedri being a really calm guy, so I feel like most of his kisses would also be calm and soft, transmiting all the love he feels for you in them. His kisses can also variate and it depends on the mood you, he or both are in.

He for sure loves kissing you in the lips, but he also adores kissing your cheek or temple, he thinks of them kind of like "I love you, be safe and I'll take care of you" kiss, all of them in one.

He knows you love kissing his shoulder or bicep, seeing as you're smaller than him in height, when you don't wanna get on your tip toes to reach his lips, you kiss the first thing availabe on him and often are those two. But he loves when you kiss his neck, it makes him shiver, a jolt of electricity runs on his body whilst feeling your lips there and he loved it.

L = Love (How does he show you that he loves you?)

Both oral and acting way. He always tell you how much he loves you and does show it by asking you how's your day, leaving little notes on the fridge, the back of your phone, bathroom mirror or laptop, asking to take care of yourself, drink a glass of water or eat something. Also, he loves giving you little gifts at the most random times always managing to make you smile.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with him? And nights?)

Mornings with Pedri are always appreciated because he always has to wake up early to go to a training and stuffs so you always make time out of it to be for a few minutes lazy together, meanwhile nights are a bit more active as in the way of always doing something like playing at the Playstation, reading, singing or dancing.

Sometimes when Pedri's tired, he gets you into his arms or get himself into yours and you both lay on the couch watching some serie or movie.

N = Nickname (What does he call you, and what are his favorite things to be called?)

For you, he always goes around calling you Bonita or Mi vida. For him, you always call him Pepi, Bonito or Amor.

O = Orange (What colour reminds him of you?)

Blue. It's his favorite colour and he loved how it looks ok you. Also, you always liked the sky and ocean, often talking to him about anything with those things.

P = Patience (How easily angered is he?)

He is really calm and doesn't get angry that easily, something big has to happen for him to explode.

Q = Quality Time (How does he like to spend time with you?)

He doesn't like going out so much, he enjoys the calm of being at home doing some kind of activity like teaching you how to play football, cooking together, playing board games and if you wanted to go out somewhere, a nice driving around the city at any hour would do it.

R = Remember (How much does he remember about you? Does he remember every little detail you mention in passing, or does he kind of forget everything?)

He gets easily distracted but he does listen so I think he would remember almost everything you say, out of 100%, I feel like he would do a 89%. He has his own things too but he gives you priority because you're very important to him.

S = Sad (How do they cheer themselves/others up?)

When you're down he tries his best to cheer you up with everything, bringing you flowers, cooking for you, shower, cuddles, talks, anything.

When he's sad, at first you always let him cool down for a while, you try to do his mom's croquetas and then wrap yourself around him, sometimes in silence letting him be the first to talk about what's happening or sometimes urging him to talk, a massage and a shower always calms him down completely.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

A lot, in every day tasks, in anniversaries, dates and everything. He always does his best.

Although, he knows you prefer staying at home dates so he makes a fort for the two of you, sometimes cooks, settles up a nice vibe for you. For gifts, he has always known you better than yourself, so everytime his gifts get better and better and you wonder... Why doesn't that happen to you? You're always running around thinking of what to get him and eventually stressing for a bit, until you find the perfect gift.

U = Unencumbered (What helps them relax?)

Whilst he's alone? A FIFA/NBA play or just sitting in silence forgetting everything. With you, you try to just be there for him, offering him a massage or a bath where you can baby him for a while until he's back to his goofy self, even offer to read him a bit of any book you're reading at the moment.

V = Vaunt (what are they proud of? Do they like to show you off?)

He is proud of everything in general, he's proud of his family, of himself, of everything he has achieved, of your family and you, but he gets incredibly proud when you propose yourself something and eventually complete it. He's your biggest supporter and often shows you off to his mates exclaiming how amazing and admirable you are.

W = Wash (What’s it like taking a bath with them, or helping them wash up?)

It's really intimate, goofy, passionate in every way no matter how the mood is. If he's stressed, you will let him know you're there for him always, he doing the same to you, washing each others hair and body; if you are playful, water will be thrown at each other, if you're up for something else, desire will come up and do it's thing.

X = X-Ray (how well are they able to read you?)

Very well, he knows you better than you know yourself. With only one good look at you, he knows if you're hiding something, lying, stressed, sad, happy. It's incredible. You love how he takes care of you and you try to do the same for him.

Y = Yearn (What do they do when they miss you?)

He loves going through photos of the two of you, chats with you the whole day and eventually videocalls you every time possible he gets. He also makes you record voice notes for him, in case you can't chat or videocall, he falls asleep to your voice.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

He probably snores, you often make fun of him with it but truth is you got used to it and you probably also have sleep habits he also makes fun of with you. So, what it's the same is not cheating

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