#big g

giancarlo stanton comforts younger!gf after a backlash

a/n: it's angst to fluff, guys! I've been dealing with some issues myself and this is kind of the reflection. this fic is not exactly how I imagined, but I hope you'll enjoy! also no beta

your and Giancarlo's relationship has been going well. your six months anniversary was coming up and it was during hectic time for the yankees, as september always was. during this six months you stepped away from yankee reporting position. they offered extension of the contract but you decided you're more comfortable without this job. you came back to your first big girl job, that you had back in Miami. you were a pilates instructor in a studio in Soho. it paid more than well, since it was one of the famous ones in nyc and you genuinely enjoyed it.

despite that some people still thought you were with Giancarlo just for his money. most of the times neither you or G cared what people were talking about your relationship. if you cared it was only about postitove stuff. like a little fan account on tiktok you discovered in august. it was mostly about Giancarlo, but after you were first caught by paparazzi leaving your sister's dinner party in Miami it began posting edits updates on you both. edits and slideshows with songs matching the vibes of the outing. as a couple you gained fans and supporters and you were happy with that.

of course when there's positivity someone with negativity comes in the picture. haters of your relationship were there since the day you announced it. or Giancarlo's 'fans' who wanted to bring you down. they were jealous. you were smart, beautiful, talented and you had the most gorgeous man, their beloved Stanton.

you never paid attention, but voice of these envious low lifes got louder, accusing you of being a gold digger. it popped more and more on your page on every platform.

so on one hot august day when you dropped G at the airport for series of games in Texas, you decided to take a break from social media and focus on your work. and it was going well on first couple days, your mind was clearer. until friday night when you went out with your girls for some drinks. you had worn a simple beige dress, that complemented your body shape. nothing too revealing, but you knew if Giancarlo could see you, the simplicity of the dress would drive him crazy, so you send him a pic before the game. as a little motivation of course.

after a visit to a new fancy cocktail place, you ended up in regular bar, little tipsy from pornstar martinis, laughing. you and your girlfriends sat by the bar, tv was on, about to be first pitch at Yankees vs Braves game. you and your girls cheered when Giancarlo was at bat, but you weren't following that closely, given your current state.

you were caught up in a conversatio when you heard the barman clearing his throat. you all looked up at him, wondering what was his deal. you weren't doing anything inappropriate. the eyes of the barman focused on you.

"you're boyfriend just stole a base" he said, but not with a bit of kindess or cheer. but like a warning.

"that's great thank you!" you faked smiled at him and were just about to take a sip of Corona, while he opened his mouth again.

"you all noticed when Chisholm got striked out, but no reaction for Stanton?"

it was true, you all let disappointed groans when Jazz striked out on the top of the second. but it was a moment in you when you were looking at the game and it happened.

"so? i came here with my girlfriends here to enjoy our evening. we have really tight schedules and season has 162 games i don't watch every single one"

"would be nice if you did, you're boyfriend works really hard, so you can sit here in your fancy dress"

you looked at the barman speechless. you noticed your best friends already on her feet, ready to slap him. you calmed her with one gesture.

"let's get out of this shithole" you rolled your eyes and grabbed your purse.

20 minutes later you and your best friend where back in G's that he shared with you. and you decided that it's a wonderful idea to make use of tequila stocked in mini bar.

"can you believe the audacity these idiots have?" you asked, voice horase after your 5th shot.

"fuckin douchebags" she scoffed.

she told something else, but you were too lost in your thoughts or too drunk to make it out. suddenly your boyfriend came to your mind.

"Giancarlo! what would he think!? oh my god" you got up from your place and fall right back, your head spinning. your friend put her hands on your arms. "what? Giancarlo what?" she asked.

"i... i don't know" you slurred. "what if... oh i don't know" you hid your face in your hands

"hey, sweetie, what do you mean what would he think?? he'd beat the shit out of this asshole"

you lifted your head and looked at her for a while, her gaze focused and clear giving you time as she was way sober than you.

"yeah, you're right" you finally said. "come on, you'll help ma get my make up off... or hold my hair first, i may throw up"

you didn't know how was it possible, but next morning you woke up with no headache. you looked around and you saw to empty Gatorade bottles on a coffee table and three cans of coconut water. full, unopened. stocked by your best friend. you smiled and looked at your phone. it read 12:27 p.m. you probably went to bed at 2 so you slept well. you face timed your friend.

"it worked or you hangovered?" she asked

"worked what?"

"gatorades, and coconut water, you drank one can and i left you three to drink later oh plus you threw up"

she also explained how you whined about not going to bed and wanted to sleep on the couch, because empty bed reminded you of G. you talked for a while and then hung up. you hummed and got up from the couch, cleaned up and took a shower. when you looked at your phone, you saw a message from your boyfriend. he sent you a lil selfie, Max and Aaron in the background. you chuckled at texted him back. he asked if you had fun last night. and then you froze. memory of the encounter with the bartender making you feel sick. words that he spoke yesterday and comments of haters that poped up more often lately, hitting you like a ton of bricks.

the next three days were a disaster. you spent the rest of the afternoon after the night out cleaning the apartment, so you wouldn't be thinking about everything that certain people had to say. the place was spotless and you were tired, but you're mind was wide awake. but you managed to fall asleep. the next day, you had two pilates classes, you were smiling while giving instructions and encouraging your clients but when you finished you were drained. to G's texts you responded shortly, but quickly so he wouldn't suspect a thing. you slept a lot tho. sleep being the only solution to get by. because aside from that you were crying almost constanly. curled up like a ball on the couch wondering if that was realy what you've been doing. sitting looking pretty and taking advantage of Giancarlo's fame.

on the third day, the day G was coming home something shifted in you. you had a sudden motivation to show the haters that they're wrong. did you feel better? no. but fake it till you make it was your answer whenever you had moments like this. the day was productive. you gave your regular pilates class and stretching one, covering for your friend. you finally ate a proper lunch, headed home to take a shower and get yourself ready for the airport.

you showed up in a top he so loved. it had colors of the setting sun, flowy material, silhouette that complimented your chest perfectly. you kissed him right when you saw him, with confidence and passion. while he loved to finally feel your lips on his, he noticed the shift in you. you didn't sequel, didn't run to him, just walked in your strappy heels, with so much grace and power. he couldn't take his eyes off of you, but at the same time he knew something was off. it felt like you played a role of someone you weren't. you didn't even let him drive the car. it was very rare for you to drive home. only happened when flight was delayed or when he was particularly tired. but you just sat behind the wheel and he was too stunned to stop you.

"babe you haven't smiled at me since the airport" he stated when you made it home.

"what do you mean, im literally smiling right now"

"i mean your real smile, not the one you have on now"

you shook your head, taking off your shoes. "i don't know what you're talking about." but you knew. and your eyes were already getting glassy. you hated hiding your emotions from G but you just couldn't bring yourself to how you were feeling this couple of days.

but he lifted your chin and looked at you with gaze so raw, full of question and worry, you had to give in.

"I hate seeing you like this, I know something is hurting you, and the fact that you're hiding it just proofs how bad it is. sunshine, please, out of all people don't hide from me."

his palm cupped your cheek so lightly, like he was afraid he could hurt you even more. but the soft touch was actually the thing you needed to heal. heal from the drama, thoughts and anxieties spiraling inside you for days.

"Giancarlo..." you whispered so weakly, pressing your forehead to his chest. you put your hands on his ribs, agonizingly slowly pressing your body to his. like you were scared if you're allowed to do that. he caressed your lower back gently and a sob ripped through your chest taking him by surprise. he picked you up by your back of your thighs and lifted you up, bridal style. to hell with being gentle. something happened to make you feel that way and he was about to find out. he carried you to the couch and let you curl up against his chest. his arms wrapped tightly around your frame now, fingers running thorough your curls to calm you down. you weren't sobbing anymore, tears were slowly flowing down your cheeks, but it seemed like the worst was behind you. you finally brought yourself to tell him what was on your mind, telling him about what happened at the bar the other day.

"... and aside from that I've been seeing more of this comments lately" you said with a sob "so when this guy told me that I was like what if he's right"

Giancarlo held you tight, fingers running softly through your hair, but inside he was fuming. how could someone make his girl feel like that? be so hateful to the person he loved the most, who brought the most light to his life.

"worst thing is i started having this doubts" you murmured against his chest "that if everyone sees me that way then you'll start to see me like that too"

with that sentence anger left Giancarlo's chest, making space for regret and heartache. out of nowhere he wanted to cry with you

"sweetheart I want you to listen to me very carefully" he spoke, seriousness lacing his voice, but he knew it's going to be shaky any moment "these people, they are low life's. while you have so much life and light in yourself. you make me happy, you make me feel like a teenager in love. they're just jealous. and they don't know you at all. you're really talented and you work to get where you want to be. even if you didn't, I'll support you either way. you could tell me one day you're never lifting a finger and I'll let you. because I love you. who else I would spoil? my ray of sunshine"

you were looking at him the whole time, mesmerized with his little speech. all the things he said were true and you knew it. about haters being jealous, about you being who you were. you just needed to hear it from him. but you were to embarrassed to ask.

you moved closer to him, placing your hand on his scruffed cheek and kissed him. slowly but surely capturing his lips, wanting to pour everything you felt in that kiss. and you did. he kissed back with the same energy. no fight for dominance, just the two of you, being there for each other.

he sat you on his lap when you pulled away, instantly clinging onto him, like a small koala. your nose nuzzled against his neck, inhaling his scent that was your home and comfort. and he felt for the first time tonight, that you let yourself to be relaxed and honest. to just be yourself, his girl.

"i don't want you to get so worked up on something so not worth it, baby. it may happen you'll never know, but don't keep that to yourself. come to me always"

you mumbled a thank you into his neck, and he kissed your hair. you didn't say anything for a while, comfortable silence between you two. you felt like you could breathe again, finally in his embrace.

"you're my everything" G's voice vibrated through his chest, deep and calm, full of promise and you smiled, gratitude filling your heart. he was all you'd ever wanted. and the haters? they had nothing on you and your love.

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Gift for : @deadghosy

Gender : Penguin

Pronouns : They/Them

Message of Raccoon : I just really wanted to write Azrael with Penguin!Reader, so I try.

TW : bad english, english isn't my first language.

How you met Azrael is a mystery for everyone.

Azrael had heard about Heaven and Hell fighting over a penguin, and he decided to go check it out.

"So you're the famous Penguin." -Azrael, seeing you for the first time.

Friendship. Instantly.

He was your platonic soulmate.

I can see Azrael taking you flying with him. Imagine being a normal angel or demon, looking up and seeing the angel of death flying, holding a penguin in his arms.

(I hope it makes sense in some way? Also if you're wondering she is around ruin,s shoulder height) ( This is her current look she does have 3 past outfits In some way)

Name: ember

Age?:63?

Husband: big g

Eldest brother: Sunray (sun model)

2nd Eldest sister: Lena (dead) (female moon model)

3rd older twin brother: Luan (dead) (Luner model)

Cousin: ruin

Father: timmy/god/the man with the top hat

Her and big g kids:

2 boys

Romeo

Lenny

And

12 girls

Timper

Foxy

Ginny

Ruby

Stella

Shiva

Snowball

Ginger

Angel

Snowie

Cleo

Lilly

Pursinality:

She is odd she is cold calculating smart she is bipolar in one

Background:

When she was First made She came out of a arcade game because of her God who made her for war As they were in a war She first ran into Big g( big crocodile animatronic/she is half the size of him) when she first turn on And then she met her God then her brother during those few years of being in the war Has learned how brutal it is she has watched 2 of her siblings die in front of her for For trying to rebel against their God She became a scientist as well and she does go on a mission however she also had other jobs During this era of hers ( Like forced to please other scientists being an object pretty much Being A future breeding project if it goes well Consider when she was supposed to be the secret weapon at the end) At 1 point they escaped And after a while They became bounty hunters and started to recruit others Something happened with her partner he disappeared for a while then he came back acting different He asked her to marry him she said yes of course And then he became aggressive against her and made her His pet of some sort During that time they had kids After a while Their God came back enraged she was the only one that he can get his hands-on because the others got away she was confused and abandoned by them After a while she ran into sun and moon Of course it took a while but it seemed they helped her to get back into control And after a while when ruin destroyed the The Creators And she watched her God die in front of her (she didn't know haw to fell about this) After a while she reunited with her group and was happy And they continue to be bunty hunters oh and her partner is back to normal as well

Likes: tea, big g and Experiment on something/thangs, chase and chocolate

Dislike: something not going her way in some way or another

Also she is a arcade eclipse model Which is something very rare she was also made with a star in mind so a very strong amatronic weak body yes but very strong pawer ( She can hypnotize people with her eyes or voice/ she can make a strong bubble around her or others for 24/7 / she can float stuff in the air) in a way She also made Very strong mechanical spider likes that come out of her back when she feels like it

Who is in The group (i need help for a group name for this group)

Ember (the matriarch)

Big g (the boss) (65 yours old?)

Sunray (the right and left hand man who helps the boss) (64 yours old?)

Blaze

Crimson

Jacklyn

A glamrook tiger rock

Model (Tiger-Lily)

(black with white with 1 blue eye and 1 brown eye)

(cassie) Cassandra

(blue eyes)

(gregory) grag

(Brown eyes)

Zira (female moon)

(Ember x Big g 14 kids)

2 boys and 12 girls

2 boys

Romeo

Lenny

And

12 girls

Timper

Foxy

Ginny

Ruby

Stella

Shiva

Snowball

Ginger

Angel

Snowie

Cleo

Lilly

(Sunrays kid)

1 girl

Rose

Female moon (Lena)[dead]

Lunar(Luan)[dead]

(Fix ruin eclipse)Atlas