#hey i'm planning angst soon so be ready

[mysecretlittlelibrary]

NFWMB (Nothing Fucks With My Baby)

Pairing: Reader x Venom

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: you get kidnapped, there's some cannon level violence, nothing to write home about <3

Genre: idk if I should really classify this as angst fr but the ending is fluffy!

Summary: Carnage returns, his mission remains the same; kill Venom. And he plans to use you to do it.

Based on this ask by @weebnotheree (thank you so much for the request, I know it took a while so I appreciate your patience, I hope you like it <3)

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"Hey y/n!" Your coworker skirts over to your desk with curious excitement.

"Yes?" You glance up from your computer at her.

"Your boyfriend is a reporter isn't he?"

"Correct. Where is this going exactly?"

"Well do you think he'd be able to come cover the charity gala this weekend?" She asks.

"He doesn't really- cover this sort of thing? He'd need to get assigned to it. But I can check with him, he can ask his boss and maybe they'll send someone else down." You concede. It can't hurt, after all, you do need the exposure for the event anyway.

Hours later, after you've both gotten home from work and eaten dinner. You're winding down for the day with Eddie by watching a show together when you propose the question from your coworker.

"Eddie quick question." You say, not lifting your head from his shoulder.

"Yeah?" He's been tracing patterns against your leg for the past ten minutes.

"Do you think you could come cover the charity gala this weekend? My coworker Dani thought it'd be a good idea." You tell him.

"I don't usually write those sorts of pieces." He hums.

"I know I told her, but I also told her I'd ask anyway. It doesn't have to be you, if your boss sends someone else that's fine. We're just aiming to get more eyes on the event." You shrug.

"I'll talk to my boss. He'll probably send someone. Not me though."

"Yeah that's fine, I know these aren't your thing, you don't have to come." You say.

"Say what?" You feel him shift to look at you.

"I drag you to enough work functions. I'll let you skip out on this one." You pat his chest lightly.

"Don't have to tell me twice." Eddie snorts turning back to the TV.

"Technically I already did tell you twice." You chuckle.

"Smartass." He pinches your thigh.

"Always." You sit up just to wink at him.

The following day, you are accosted by Dani pretty much as soon as she walks into the office.

"Did you ask him?"

"Ask who, what Dani?" You ask though you know exactly what she's talking about. "Also have you forgotten that the proper way to start a conversation is with a greeting? What happened to hi? What happened to how are you?"

"Hi, how are you? Did you ask your boyfriend about covering the gala?" She says.

"Hi Dani, I'm doin' alright. How are you?" You ask her.

"Y/n!" She huffs.

"Yes Dani I asked. He said he'd talk to his boss. Knowing Eddie, someone will probably be at the gala. It's handled." You finally cave and give her the answers she came for.

"You're the best!" She tells you.

"I know, thanks." You chuckle. You shrug.

The day of the gala is chaos from the minute preparations start. It's not really anything that surprises you and you've been handling everything that comes your way with ease.

"Y/n!" Your coworker Wendy grabs your attention when you're sorting out something with one of the photographers.

"Yes Wendy?" You aks.

"The uh catering staff is here do you know where they're supposed to-"

"They just got here?! They were supposed to be here an hour ago! Who was on that? They should've been checking for- oh never mind! Their tables are over there on that wall and tell them to hurry Wen the event is literally starting." You sigh pointing her in the right direction. The event is just gaining momentum, doors opened about twenty minutes ago and aside from the catering situation that has just been taken care of, as far as you know, everything is precisely as it should be. At least you hope so since you did come here a couple of hours in advance to make sure things were ready. You aren't technically in charge of this event but you are naturally better at organizing chaos and these events tend to be a bit of a frenzy on the day no matter how prepared you are in advance.

Tonight is your company's annual charity gala. Every year the board votes on a cause to raise money for by hosting a huge party. This year's cause is a charity that supports kids getting involved in the arts. There are a bunch of art projects on display, some of which will be up for auction at the end of the evening, but the goal is to shmooze with the community members effectively enough that they want to support the charity. You spend most of these galas working optics; talking to reporters, setting up pictures, and just generally organizing things throughout the night. As part of the company's public relations department events like these are your specialty. Carefully curating the perception of everything that goes on here tonight with the help of the other members of the department here tonight.

You're pleased to say that a couple of hours in, the event is going off without a hitch. Once it's in full swing, you have your hands full giving statements to different press outlets and sending photographers to snap the board of directors with guests of the event. Just as you're preparing the host for his introductory speech, you notice a small crowd gathering by one of the large glass windows overlooking the city.

"What's going on over there?" The host frowns at you.

"I'm- not sure. Probably just some nightlife chaos got people's attention." You shrug but before you can walk up the stage there's a shout from a few of the guests followed by the sound of shattered glass as something crashes through that large window. The room erupts into chaos as red goop shoots out at people. It only takes you a couple of moments to realize the thing currently ruining your gala is Carnage. You didn't meet him or anything last time they faced off, but Eddie gave you enough of a description to come to that conclusion when you spot the bright red tentacles and eyes so like Venom's but different at the same time.

"You have got to be fucking kidding me." You huff quietly from where you're crouched behind a curtain with the gala host.

"What is that thing?!" He hisses.

"Doesn't matter. Find the nearest exit and run like hell." You tell him.

"What?! You want me to go out there?! What if it sees me?" He shakes his head. You poke your head out just enough to see Carnage. Weirdly enough he just seems to be picking up people and dropping them on the ground again.

"You ever seen that thing before?" You ask.

"God no!"

"He's looking for something. Unless you think it's you, I'd suggest taking the risk before he starts getting snackish!"

"W-what?!"

"We know you're here! We did our RESEARCH!" The man beside you is practically shaking as Carnage's deep voice rings through the room.

"He's coming this way, you have to move now." You say.

"What about you?"

"He's more likely to notice two of us. I'll be out after you." You're so busy directing the guy you don't realize how close Carnage is to you all until the curtain you're behind is ripped off its bar.

"AHA! THERE YOU ARE!"

"GO! GET OUT OF HERE NOW!" You shout to the guy as Carnage reaches for- you. He's reaching for you, you realize only when one spindly spider-like appendage wraps around your waist.

"How noble of you. We weren't after him- but if you must be the hero-" Carnage easily reaches the scrambling host before he can get to the door and all you can do is shut your eyes tight when Carnage lifts him up. It's only when his screams stop suddenly and something warm drips onto your arm that you're sure is blood. You don't dare to check what Carnage has done, but if you had to guess, he bit his head off; much like Venom does when you or Eddie allows him to. Your eyes only shoot open when Carnage starts to move again, swinging back out the hole he came in through and taking you through the city. You're in the air for quite some time before eventually, Carnage drops you, rather gently for a kidnapper, on the ground inside a dusty building.

"Hello, little thing." Carnage says to you.

"I could have sworn Venom dealt with you already." You cross your arms.

"Almost. I was lucky to escape."

"Unfortunate for the rest of us." You muse.

"Rude!"

"Let me remind you that you did kidnap me so excuse me if I'm not kind." You roll your eyes. "I take it my role is to lure Venom to you? Right?"

"Correct. He cares for you. So he will come."

"Of course, he will. Though, disrupting my work event was an unnecessary scene just to lure him out to- where are we?"

"An old firehouse!"

"Wow you really are a baby." You scoff realizing he's chosen another location where loud noise is common.

"Excuse me?"

"Nothing nothing. I presume you have a different host now right? That other guy, the serial killer, died the last time, didn't he?"

"I am bonded to his blood! I can regenerate!"

"I'm sorry- so you regenerated… an entire head for your last host?"

"Yes!"

"That is- very strange." You frown. "Still, this place doesn't hold sentimental value to Cletus so- how will they find you?"

"Oh just call them." Cletus makes an appearance, finally, and rolls his eyes as he makes his request.

"Call them? You want me to call them and lead them to where you plan to kill them?"

"Yes. Or I'll kill you."

"That would be stupid. Killing me won't get you what you want." You scoff.

"CARNAGE! YOU TOOK MY CHOCOLATE DROP! I'M GOING TO RIP YOU TO SHREDS!!"

"Guess we don't need to call him." Carnage says pushing you into the fire engine that's collecting dust in the unused building.

"WAS DYING ONCE NOT ENOUGH FOR YOU?!" Venom stomps towards Carnage.

"Father. I'm not that easy to get rid of!"

"EVIDENTLY!" Venom charges at Carnage and the two of them are quickly destroying the old brick firehouse you're occupying. From inside the fire truck you're in, it's hard to tell who's winning for most of the fight. It's all too quick and too fluid the way they're throwing each other around. By the time you've gotten a handle on what's going on between the duo, Carnage has Venom pinned to one of the walls that they haven't totally ruined already. Frantically you turn towards the control panel of the fire engine, you can't imagine it's still fully operational but there's a chance you can find some way to make noise with this thing. You need to give Venom the upper hand somehow.

"V!" You shout and cover your ears for only a moment before pressing as much of your weight as you can into the horn of the truck and hoping for the best. You can't explain the relief that you feel when that horrid loud noise fills the small space and Carnage screeches. You let up on the horn once he stumbles away from Venom, his attention on you now that you've gotten involved.

"You!" Carnage snarls. You lay into the horn again before he can get to you and the sound seems to disrupt him enough to almost completely separate him from Cletus. You let up when Eddie has crept up behind them and Venom takes over to fully rip Carnage from Cletus by force. You didn't think that was possible and it is extremely strange to watch. Venom grabs Cletus with an extra appendage and holds him far in the air as he eats the angry red goop that is Carnage.

"EVEN WORSE THE SECOND TIME." Venom grumbles and you can't help but giggle a little. The noise makes Venom wink at you before turning his attention to Cletus. "THIS TIME STAY DEAD!" Venom says before biting his head off, out of your line of sight. You come out of the fire truck just in time to catch him dropping the body.

"ARE YOU ALRIGHT?!" Venom runs over to you and lifts you into his arms so you're eye level with him as he looks over you for injuries.

"I'm fine V. He didn't actually hurt me. You got here so quickly." You muse.

"EDDIE WAS WATCHING COVERAGE OF YOUR GALA." Venom explains.

"It was going so well until he crashed it." You pout. "You don't have any other errant children we should know about right Venom?"

"NO. NOT THAT I KNOW OF." Venom shrugs lowering you back to the ground.

"Good because this kidnapping thing is very inconvenient." You say. Eddie chooses that moment to reappear and he quickly wraps his arms around you.

"Y/n, baby, thank fuck you're okay. I am so sorry." He breathes out.

"You're sorry? What for?" You frown as you hug him back.

"If I had just come to the damn gala in the first place-" You pull back and hold Eddie's face in your hands to make sure he hears what you say next.

"No. It wouldn't have changed anything. In fact, it would actually have been worse I think. There were hundreds of people in that building and we were on one of the higher floors. The casualties if you had fought him there would have been so not worth it. This was the best outcome. I'm sure there were several injuries but I think there was only one death besides him so- don't apologize. Especially because there was no way you could've predicted him crashing my event. Don't blame yourself because other than a ruined charity gala and the inconveniences that come with a kidnapping, I've barely got some scrapes. You two did well." You tell him.

"We couldn't have done it without you. The fire horn was a great idea."

"Yeah well, you were going to die. And I didn't have any fire." You shrug. "We should get out of here though, I can't imagine it'll take much longer for authorities to get here in search of the red monster that crashed a charity event." You add.

"True. The party looked beautiful by the way. You know, before Carnage trashed it." Eddie says scooping you into his arms.

"Thank you baby." You kiss his cheek just before Venom appears again to take you all home.

"I WANT A KISS TOO! I DID ALL THE WORK."

"You can have as many kisses as you want V." You say kissing his cheek too as he walks out of the trashed fire station with you in his hold.

"I WANT ALL THE KISSES THEN!" He declares as he swings you both up into the air.

"Once we get home I'll kiss you til my lips fall off if you so wish my love." You giggle.

"NOT THAT MANY! IF THEY FALL OFF I WON'T GET ANY MORE IN THE FUTURE!"

"Okay okay. Reasonable amount of kisses, once we get home. Deal?"

"DEAL!" Venom says before taking off from building to building to get you home. There's no such thing as normal when your boyfriend is sharing his body with an alien you suppose, but you wouldn't have it any other way.

***

[lovingksuki]

✰ SECRET ADMIRER pt.2

— highschoolers bakugo x fem!reader

synopsis: an anonymous love letter appears in your locker on valentine's day. surprised, you and your best friend start an investigation to uncover who was that person observing you from afar. meanwhile, a flushed bakugo tries to ruin your plans on the undercover alongside his shitty-haired buddy

cw: sfw; mostly fluff; lil angst; very insecure bakugo; romantic comedy; puberty; silly jokes; little swearing.

an: guyyyyss it's hereeee. i hope you enjoy since i had many people asking for me to continue with this. i hope it is as good as the first part that btw you can read here

wc: 1,3k

the two went on a mission walking around the school and very non-suspiciously investigating whose hand that might be.

"i'm telling you! there's sato, iida and..." counted.

"are they even suspects!?" you mocked. "we have to be coherent about it. i don't even have a major relationship with them..."

"how could you possibly know what goes on inside other's head? i think you're being biased about it."

"what do you mean?"

"i know you want it to be one of the hottest in our class!" smiled diabolically.

"i have no idea what you're talking about." you sweated.

"maybe we should call that double colored guy and just ask a few questions..."

"no way... what are you insinuating?" you almost screamed truly shocked.

"that you have a slight cru-"

"I don't have a crush."

"admit it already."

"I'm not admitting anything. quit pestering."

"you're no fun at all. so... are we talking to Todoroki any soon?"

"no."

"psst, isn't that sero coming this way?" mina whispered looking ahead of the corridor.

the duo telepathically agreed to their next move and mina quickly went in action.

"hey, if isn't our fave tape boy! can I have a high-five?" the pink cheered lifting her hand.

the jet-black haired guy smiled playfully slapping hands with her. watching everything, you caught that glimpse of time needed to take conclusions on the survey.

"what are you two up to? feeling extra energetic today..." sero stated.

absorbed in your own thoughts, you simply couldn't answer any of the questions made, so pinky said in advance: "we're just too excited for the... the-"

"for what?"

"the new movie...! yeah! that one with the clowns. everyone is so hyped to watch it!" mina came up with some excuse.

"oh, so you like 'bloody nightmare' series too? man, me and denki are gathering people to go watch with us." he cheered.

you and mina eyed each other nervously while sero kept rambling about horror films. pinky swiftly poked your side sending the 'make him shut up' signal and you quickly catch the message saying:

"y-yeah! it would be super cool, but we need to... to... go to the 1b room! to dis- discuss the next match-"

"we're discussing the teams for the next training match!" mina rapidly came with an excuse ready to push you up the corridor. "see ya!"

"but guys... their class is towards the other side." sero warned confusedly.

"r-right! it's been months, but we still get lost... hehe!" mina sweated. she spotted a purple voluminous hair meters away. "shinso! wait up!"

and you runned away. sero chuckled observing the girls as another duo approached.

"'sup pal?" kirishima greeted. "it's a important matter so, could you share what are the girls planning? we have business with them."

"it's no use, we're gonna lose sight of them." said the blonde ready to walk away, but his buddy was fast to grab his shirt stopping his tracks.

"be reasonable, it's creepy to chase them around the school." eijiro whispered.

"what are you two up to?" sero crossed arms curious about the situation.

"nothing particularly important. girly borrowed something from bakugo." his heart he thought slightly laughing. "did them say anything about where they're heading?" asked.

"mina said they have something to do with class 1b, and i think they left with shinso." sero explained.

"not that eraserhead wannabe..." katsuki gritted teeth.

"well, no time to lose then! thanks dude." kirishima dragged his best friend away.

when the two males finally found the duo they were shocked to see you holding shinso's hand while walking

kirishima panicked turning to the blonde who watched that scene petrified. it was the second time eijiro saw that expression on his face, the first was when they watched all might last fight. that expression that indicates he started malfunctioning, his thoughts are running wild, and he is about to break.

when he finally inhaled, kirishima's heart skipped a beat thinking bakugo would explode at any moment. he prepared himself to restrain his friend from murdering somebody or start yelling like a psycho, but bakugo just hollowed his lungs right after.

watching deadpanned as you walked away giggling.

that behavior... it was truly concerning coming from him.

"are you totally sure?" mina whispered excited.

"it's a great probability, didn't you see that monstrosity of a hand!?" you whisper-exclaimed. "his grip almost crushed mine!"

"okay, but let's don't get ahead of ourselves, there's other boys to analyze." mina said carefully.

"right, but he's a suspect! and did you notice how he didn't hesitate or felt uneasy to hold my hand?"

"i'm not jumping to conclusions but he seemed too chill! it's almost unnatural coming from a person who wrote a love letter." mina spoke wisely.

"you're right." you pouted.

"what am i suspect about? love letter!?"

"aaaaaack! for fucks sake!" you and mina jolted. "y-you heard us?" you asked shyly.

"were you eavesdropping!?" mina confronted.

the boy leaned in the doorframe crossing his arms unphazed by the pink's attitude. "you're not even whispering... some of 1b even heard about how i have big ass hands and shit." he chuckled.

you looked over shinso's shoulder only to encounter monoma, kendo, shiozaki and komori confusedly observing at some distance. "h-hey guys..." and kendo smiled amused.

"he caught us, mina. what do we do?" you said fidgety.

"there's no other way now that he knows our secret. we must kill you." mina stated creepily serious to shinso, making him falter.

"ha. you almost got me there." he laughed mindlessly. after a couple of seconds staring at each other he came to realization. " you're joking,,, right?"

_

"why did you have to scare him like that? what if he go out telling others?"

"it's quite the opposite. he won't tell anyone if he believes it's confidential information. you can question my methods but not my results!" the pink girl explained confidently.

walking down the corridor in search for another male friend. now that the lunchtime was coming to an end the school was less fuzzy, and the groups concentrated in their usual places.

"uh... mina... you're not actually dangerous, are you?" you blurted.

she looked at you puzzled, as if that question was more complicated than it actually seemed. "why do you ask?"

"it's just because, you're my best friend, and if it were for me to have a psycho so close to me i would want to know..." you reasoned.

"don't be ridiculous!" she laughed. "but like you said, we're best friends, that does mean i would probably hide a body for you."

"wait. what the-"

_

"kirishima it's been thirty minutes." the blonde stated impatiently.

the boys were sitting casually at their class waiting for the others to come grab their keys to the closets. p.e was the next hour.

"just be patient dude, when she arrives, you casually get up and go talk to her. do you remember the three steps?" the red haired pointed.

"don't scream, don't curse and look at her in the eye." bakugo grumbled a little skeptical.

when they heard high pitched voices and footsteps approaching the blonde jolted in his seat.

"there they are." kirishima whispered. "good luck soldier"

katsuki got up with a sigh, heart beating fast, he didn't even notice his feet leading him directly to you and almost fainted when you looked at him with those doe eyes.

"h-hey."

"hey!" you greeted rummaging your backpack.

"i was... i recalled that time last week you shared your notes and... i"

"you came to say thanks? it's alrighty! just gimme a shoutout whenever you need!" you smiled

his ears reddened. "y-yeah. but i was trying to ask if ya wanna grab milkshakes sometimes, my treat for the notes." katsuki managed to spill

"oh! i didn't expect that" you giggled thinking that was a cute way to invite someone to hang out. "sure. i provide the notes, you provide the milkshakes." you extended your hand "deal?"

he smirked satisfied shaking you hand.

"deal."

[roosterforme]

Always Ever Only You Part 21 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: You keep yourself as busy as you can with your friends while your husband is away. Bradley starts to learn that this top secret special mission comes with a very specific set of risks and very few details. But the details he does have make it clear that he's never faced anything like this before.

Warnings: Swearing, angst, masturbation, fluff, mentions of hostages

Length: 6000 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

This was written to accompany my series Is It Working For You? along with a bunch of my one-shots and other series, but it can be read on its own! Check my masterlist for the reading order. Always Ever Only You masterlist. Gorgeous banner by @mak-32

You sat in the driver's seat of the Bronco until Bradley's transport was completely out of sight, and you were just squinting into the brightening sky. It was getting late, and you needed to head to work, but the weird mix of emotions inside you was making it hard to even reach for the keys in the ignition and start the engine. 

Bradley was excited about his mission; you knew that for a fact. He couldn't hide it from you when he talked about it, and you wouldn't even want him to. If this is what it was going to take for him to get back into a confident groove at work, then you were happy to send him off into the sky. But it was still impossible not to worry about him. 

You made the trip back home and got yourself dressed in your uniform after you took Tylenol for your cramps. You kissed Tramp and said, "When I get home later, we can watch a movie." Then you took your little red car to work and walked up to your office. 

While Bradley was away, you planned on using this time to catch up with your friends a little bit more. Maria and Cam were the best kinds of friends who could just tell when you needed to focus on your marriage instead of them, but you were really missing those lazy brunches and avocado toast. But Jake was the one you really wanted to have lunch with.

"Sorry, Cat," you murmured to yourself as you walked to the lab. You were ready to force Jake to sit down with you and you alone one day this week, even if that meant asking her nicely to sit at a different table. You still had in the back of your mind the fact that he had other women texting his phone, and you wanted to know what that was all about. 

Cat was the first person you saw when you entered your lab, and while you wanted to talk to her, she was wearing the expensive headphones with her eyes glued to her computer screen, and you knew better than to interrupt. So you waited and texted Jake to see if he was going to be on the ground at lunchtime today. But as soon as Cat removed her headphones, you were there.

"Hey," you said, and she jumped a bit in her seat. 

"Hi," she replied, eyeing you a little suspiciously. "It's pretty early on a Monday morning to be scaring people."

You took a deep breath. "Sorry. Bradley left a few hours ago, and I'm still riding the adrenaline rush."

Her face softened. "That's right. Any idea how long he'll be gone?"

"No clue. But I can already tell he's going to miss his birthday, which is now my favorite day of the year."

She laughed. "That's sweet. Jeremiah's birthday is my favorite day."

You paused and studied her face. "And Jake's birthday? You like that day, too?"

She rolled her eyes, but she was smiling. "Seeing as that's not until October, I haven't had a chance to experience that with him yet."

You wrung your hands together. "Do you think you and he will be experiencing it? Together?"

Cat stood and shook her head at you. "If you're trying to ask me what's going on with Jake, then just ask me what's going on with Jake. You and I can't cut the bullshit with each other now."

You felt your cheeks grow warm as you asked, "Did you ask him about the text messages?"

"Yes," she replied immediately. "At first he pretended not to know what I was talking about, and I promptly grabbed my bag and walked out his front door."

"No," you gasped, your hands curling into angry fists. "He didn't."

"He did," she said calmly, nodding. "I made it all the way out to Uncle Bernie's SUV before he chased me down. I told him to remember that I'm not some twenty one year old he met at the bar, and he told me he's an idiot. So I left."

"When was this?" you asked, completely shocked by Jake. 

"Saturday night." Cat was as calm as anything, and you kind of envied her for it.

"What are you going to do?"

She shrugged, and you saw the facade crack the tiniest bit. "Jer is already attached to him. So... that sucks, I guess. I haven't answered Jake's calls, and I haven't decided if I will or not. I needed time to think. I'm honestly a little surprised and annoyed that he isn't in here right now looking for me." Her expression just seemed sad now, and you really wanted to hug her. But Bickel walked in looking for Macy so you decided to just accost Jake yourself when you saw him.

The opportunity arose at lunchtime. "Seresin!" you called out once you had your burrito bowl and hot sauce in your hands. He turned around cautiously as you stormed in his direction. "What the fuck is wrong with you?"

He smirked. "You'll need to be more specific, Angel."

You glared. "Cut the shit and give me your phone." You set your lunch on an empty table before taking his sandwich container out of his hand. You held out your palm expectantly, and a few seconds later, he handed it to you. When you unlocked his phone and opened his messaging app, you were appalled. Most of the texts were from random numbers, and at least he hadn't responded to any of them, but you were still annoyed. "Why didn't you delete any of these messages?"

Now he was kind of in your face as he hissed, "What's the fucking point? It's not going to make them stop. It'll just make me feel worse when I get more."

You held up his phone. "One girl texted asking if you could come over at three in the morning. Three in the morning, Jake!"

"I know," he said, wrenching his phone back out of your hand. "It was when I was asleep in bed with Cat at Hondo's place. I snuck in the window around midnight just so I could see her, and I read the message when I woke up. It made me want to vomit."

"Well how do you think Cat feels?!" you replied in an outraged whisper. 

"Probably like an idiot," he said with a shrug. "But I'm not doing anything behind her back."

You sighed deeply. "I think she knows that, but you need to make it stop."

"I literally emailed your husband on Sunday night for advice," Jake said, plopping down into a seat at the table and running his fingers through his hair. "He managed to pull you, so he's got to know what he's doing and how I can fix this."

You rolled your eyes and took the seat across from him. "Well if he writes back, take it with a grain of salt. Bradley hardly gives his phone number out to anyone."

"He did write back. He told me after you and he traded numbers, he blocked and deleted everyone else's."

A soft smile found its way to your lips as you thought about Bradley holding his phone the night after you and he first kissed. The idea of him deleting other numbers while he was texting you made butterflies erupt inside you. "Well, you could try doing that," you told Jake. "Either that or get a new phone number. I think that would send the right signal to Cat. If you're still serious."

Jake poked at his sandwich for a few seconds with a scowl on his face, and then he stood, sending the chair screeching a few feet behind him. You watched him walk out of the cafeteria, and when he didn't return, you ate his sandwich and saved your burrito bowl for your dinner instead. You'd eat it at home while you emailed the photographer in Oceanside.

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Bradley was usually able to get some sleep on the comanche transports, but this time it was too loud and uncomfortable, even with his earplugs. Exhaustion was finally overtaking him as they started to near the US base in South Korea. A nervous energy was thrumming through him. But he did feel more confident knowing that Cyclone and Warlock were running the mission this time, and while he didn't know many of the other aviators personally, he'd heard of all of them. The fact that several of them had been called in from the Atlantic fleet was a little bit alarming and also intriguing to him. 

He quickly learned that the woman sitting across from him was Daphne 'Bluebird' Blue from Lemoore, the pilot he'd filled in for once previously when she'd been injured in a training exercise. Of course that was the same mission Bradley had been lucky to return home from outside of a body bag. Countless stitches, broken bones and lacerations later, you'd nursed him back to health. He wondered briefly if something similar would have happened to Bluebird if she'd flown instead of him. Maybe they were both alive today simply because Bradley had gone in her place. 

The current mission felt like a way for him to bring his confidence fully back. As he walked out of the comanche and then right into a smaller helicopter that was waiting to take them to the aircraft carrier, Bradley ended up sitting next to Bluebird this time. He knew there would be time to meet everyone aboard the carrier, but she had a friendly demeanor. He really wasn't here to make friends though, so he closed his eyes, and luckily this time he was able to fall asleep.

"Rooster." He woke up to Bluebird shaking his arm. "Wake up."

He'd been having the most incredible dream about you, one where you were standing in the backyard singing really badly. Tramp was running around in excited circles and the sun was shining, and when he called out your name, you turned to face him. And you had an adorable baby in your arms. When he looked up at Bluebird with her hand on his arm, he was almost confused. 

"We're on the carrier," she informed him, patting his shoulder before walking out the back of the helicopter. He was alone now, and it was almost quiet, so he took a minute to let his head rest on the nylon netting behind him. The dream felt real to the point that being on the carrier felt foreign now. He rubbed his hands across his face and stood, looking around for his duffle before he walked outside. 

Cyclone was handing out bunk assignments, and thanks to Bluebird, there was an uneven number of males. Bradley got his own bunk. "Get some food, and get some rest," Warlock told the group. "We'll meet tomorrow morning at 0900 to start talking about some mission options."

Bradley's brow scrunched as he followed the labyrinth of hallways in search of his bunk. That was such an odd way to phrase it: start talking about some mission options. It struck him that perhaps he was finally, officially sitting at the proverbial big kids' table. But now he was also a little afraid of exactly what was going to unfold here.

He quickly unpacked his bag and reached for his new notebook, deciding to forego dinner in favor of some quiet and a bigger breakfast in the morning. His thoughts were swirling. He scribbled down a paragraph about Admiral Dean and Slayer, trying to empty his brain of everything negative. He wrote down his feelings about the current mission, and then he paused. 

As he glanced over the page, he realized this notebook wasn't going to be quite like the last one. While he wouldn't hide it from you, it just felt a little different. Then he wrote down the dream he had. This was his notebook, and he wasn't going to change his tactics now. He wrote down everything in as much detail as he could remember. He wrote down the way the sliding glass door felt against his hand and exactly which song the dream version of you had been singing. 

And then he dropped the notebook and pen onto the floor and fell asleep without getting changed. When he woke up, he felt better. The jetlag had confused his body, but luckily he had plenty of time to get himself ready for the day. He ate breakfast alone after a long shower, and then he headed for the classroom. Everyone else seemed a little tense, and Bradley tried to chalk it up to the fact that only the admirals knew what was going on. But frankly they seemed tense as well. 

"Good morning," Warlock greeted everyone with a stern face and a deep voice. The room was absolutely silent for him. "Welcome aboard the USS Nimitz. I'm Admiral Bates, and this is Admiral Simpson. The seven of you have been selected to be here today, simply because you've consistently shown three qualities in your career: you can make good decisions under pressure, you treat your teammates with respect, and you come highly recommended by your superiors. You'll need to employ every bit of your knowledge and skill to make this mission successful. And it is of the utmost importance that we are successful." He paused, and when he spoke again, he was looking directly at Bradley. "Welcome to Operation Loophole."

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You hadn't heard another word from Jake after lunch on Monday. You'd gone home to Tramp and eaten your burrito bowl before falling asleep on the couch while you tried to watch a movie. Your cramps were so bad, you could barely function, and Bradley wasn't even home to run around and get everything for you. 

"Come on," you said to Tramp as you stood and stretched around midnight. You let him outside and then took your phone to your bedroom while he trotted along behind you. Then you got yourself ready for bed and emailed the photographer who had helped you make Bradley's birthday present last year. She promised she would fit you in again, and you hoped she could take some photos of you this weekend when your period was over and you weren't so bloated.

You curled up in bed after turning the lamp off, and you thought about Bradley. You didn't even know where he was right now. The base in South Korea could be a jumping off point for pretty much anything, and all you could do now was wait and hope for a facetime call. 

After turning your ringer up louder, you eventually fell asleep with Tramp. When you woke up for work, you took your phone everywhere with you. It joined you on the bath mat when you took a shower, and you had it in your pocket as you ate breakfast. You weren't going to miss a call from Bradley this time. 

When you strolled into your lab right on time, Cat was already working, and she had the headphones on again. You tried to settle in to check some code so you could get your submissions out before your deadlines when Jake walked in.

"Angel," he said quietly, and he looked a lot calmer today. His gaze shifted to Cat, and you noticed he had a piece of paper in his hand. He hesitated, but then she carefully slid the headphones off and set them down next to her keyboard. Jake took a deep breath, and you tried to be discreet as you watched him walk over to her. 

She was looking up at him from her seat, and her expression gave nothing away. Jake said a few words and then handed her the paper before turning and walking away. Now he looked a little apprehensive as Cat read the note over a few times. She jumped up from her seat, and the paper sailed to the floor, landing close to your boot. You picked it up and read it as Cat called out to him and reached for his hand to stop him.

I don't want you to give up on me. 

It was followed by a phone number. Jake's new phone number. You smiled as you watched the two of them kissing out in the hallway. When Cat eventually walked back in, trying her best to contain her smile, she looked around a bit frantically for the note. 

"Here you go," you told her, holding it out. She snatched it from you with a grin and then sat down without a word. 

But a few minutes later, your phone vibrated in your pocket with a text from that new number. Angel, come have lunch with Bob, Nat and I today.

You couldn't turn down the invitation. At 12:30, you found yourself holding a lunch tray and sliding into the seat next to Jake as the three of them continued with their discussion as if you'd always been there. 

"I don't want to move to Poway," Bob said as he poked at his salad with his fork. "It will take me forever to get to work, and there's nothing up there anyway. Then you guys will forget about me and stop inviting me to things."

"I never invite any of you to anything," Nat interjected before biting into her cheeseburger. "You all just show up regardless."

"Well, what do you think, Angel?" Jake asked, eating a duplicate of the sandwich you enjoyed yesterday. 

"I'm sorry, but what are we talking about here?" you asked, turning your attention back to Bob when he sighed.

"My landlord is raising my rent," Bob replied. "I'm seriously considering a new place instead of renewing my lease, but nothing I've found seems suitable. And Nat and Jake are very little help."

Nat nodded in agreement, and Jake rolled his eyes. His phone was sitting on his tray, and you saw it light up with a text from Cat. When you met his eyes, he was smiling. 

"Well, Bob," you said, returning your attention to the man across from you, "I will definitely ask around and let you know if I hear of anything that might work out for you. And we could never forget to invite you to things. You're too sweet for that to happen."

"Thank you," he murmured, blushing a bit as he ate a bite of salad. You felt like you owed him a little bit since he'd kept Bradley so calm during that last, painful deployment. He'd given your husband a blank notebook and had taken the time to meditate with him. "How's Rooster's special detachment?"

You shrugged. "No idea. He just left yesterday. I'll be lucky to hear from him at all."

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The training routine every day for the first week was rigorous, but the really crazy thing was the fact that the admirals still hadn't provided any real details about Operation Loophole. Bradley and the others were in the air working through exercises all morning every morning, and then they were all in the small classroom below deck until late. Oftentimes Admiral Simpson had food delivered to the room as he went over scenarios that didn't quite make sense without all of the information. 

They just kept going over three different scenarios: Alpha, Beta and Gamma. Bradley knew them by heart, and he was sure the others did as well. But they weren't being told which one they would be flying for the mission. They were only being told they needed to be able to perform any of the three flawlessly.

On Friday morning at breakfast, Bradley decided to sit with Bluebird. It hadn't escaped him that the seven pilots all gave each other a bit of a wide berth during any sort of free time. He was left to assume that none of them had ever worked together before. He knew he hadn't worked with any of them. Bluebird was from Lemoore, but none of the others were stationed in California at all. Havoc was from Whidbey Island. Jackal was from Key West. Richmond was from Great Lakes. Wilbur was from Norfolk. Dugout was from Pensacola. 

"Are you starting to get the feeling they're withholding information from us?" Bradley asked as he took a seat. 

Bluebird looked up from her book and laughed. "Are you starting to get the feeling we might never know what's really going on?"

"Shit," Bradley muttered, dousing his eggs in hot sauce just like you would. "If they don't say something soon, I'm going to start begging for information. At first it was exciting to be part of this whole thing, but now, I'm not so sure."

"I completely agree," she said, her voice laced with frustration. "Maybe the seven of us can pull together and riot."

She and Bradley walked side by side down the long corridor to the classroom without speaking, but it wasn't unpleasant. He didn't mind being alone with his thoughts right now, but it was especially nice to know he wasn't the only one who was frustrated here. 

"Close the door behind you," Cyclone barked at Bradley. Everyone else was already seated as the door clicked shut, and Bradley found a seat as well. "Since you've proven you can fly the Alpha, Beta and Gamma scenarios to the highest level of perfection, let's talk a little more about Operation Loophole."

Bradley leaned forward a bit in his seat as Warlock turned off the lights, and the projector at the back of the room lit up the front wall. 

"While giving you the barest amount of information possible," Cyclone started, "I'd like you to memorize what you see here."

Bradley looked at the aerial view of a city and the suburbs beyond. Then the image zoomed in on a small cluster of buildings before zooming further to one building with a dark green roof. He tried to take in every detail of where it looked like the front door opened up directly onto the sidewalk and the fact that there didn't appear to be any other buildings connected to it. The more he examined things, an uneasy feeling started to fill him up. And then he realized that he was looking at a live satellite feed as a motorbike rode past the building.

"This structure is currently housing five hostages. One is American. The other four are from allied countries. As far as our intelligence shows, they've been inside for fifty eight days."

Bradley had to fight the desire to look around the room as dread settled into his stomach. They were going to aid in a hostage extraction. He already knew what this meant. How dangerous it was going to be. 

"Six of you will be chosen. One of you will remain on standby. There is no margin for error. You will be flying unmarked jets. You will be wearing unmarked flight suits. Communication with the carrier will be at short range only. Communication with each other will be through code only. Nobody can know who we are or where we came from or what our country of origin is. You will not fire a single weapon. You will not take a single hit. You will be perfect."

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Early on Saturday morning, you left your house with your hair and makeup looking flawless. There was literally a suitcase full of your clothing and lingerie in the back of the Bronco as you drove it along the coastal highway, and you were singing along loudly to one of Bradley's playlists. His birthday was next weekend, but you hadn't heard a word from him since he left. You couldn't hold out too much hope that he'd be back in time, because you didn't want to be disappointed later. At least his birthday present would be ready for him whenever he got home.

This year you decided to incorporate Bradley's beloved Bronco into his birthday calendar. Yesterday after work, you spent hours washing and cleaning it up so the blue paint absolutely shined. The idea of becoming a pinup model for the second year in a row was making you antsy to get the photo shoot over with, but he'd told you explicitly how much he wanted another calendar. And you often caught him flipping through the one you made last year when he was supposed to be working out in the garage.

You were smiling by the time you arrived at the rocky overlook a few miles outside of Oceanside, and Flora, the photographer you met last year, was already there. "You look like you're ready for the spotlight," she said as she shook your hand.

"I'm nervous," you told her with a shrug.

"You were nervous last year, and the calendar turned out perfectly. And this time, we've got gorgeous weather and a natural backdrop. It'll be great."

You took a deep breath and got to work. She had you pose all around and inside the Bronco, and she had you move it a few times so it was facing different directions. Once again you brought Bradley's aviators, and they made it into a few photos. Flora helped you discreetly get changed into different outfits even though there was nobody around to see. She took photos of you in your honeymoon bikini leaning back against the hood as well as some in your denim shorts and red bra while you sat on the tailgate. So many poses, you couldn't keep track.

As she scrolled through the photos, examining the screen on her camera in the sunlight, she casually asked, "How do you feel about going topless?"

You pressed your lips together. If you did, Bradley was going to have to make sure nobody else saw it. But you already knew he would lose his shit. In a good way. "Okay, but you'll have to make next June the topless month."

"Sure," she replied as you looked around in every direction before unclasping your bra.

A few hours later, you were dressed in a simple sundress and walking into the usual restaurant for a late brunch. You slid into the booth next to Cam and across from Maria, and you were thankful there was already a mimosa waiting for you. Flora insisted the photos looked perfect, but you were still a little antsy over the state of the calendar.

"I'm starving," Cam whined, signaling for the waitress to come back. "Do you know what you want?"

"I literally just got here," you told him as you sipped your drink.

"You always get the same thing anyway," he murmured. "Both of you do." You could tell he was getting hangry by the way he ordered for all three of you when the waitress came back. "One French toast with berries. One avocado toast with bacon. One western omelette with extra hashbrowns." Then he aggressively bit into a piece of the cinnamon toast that the waitress left on the table. 

"You're in a snippy mood," you told him, and then you realized that Maria was staring at her phone. "What's your problem?" 

Cam sighed and chewed up the rest of the toast. "I'm starving, first of all. Second, I think my boss is going to promote me next cycle, which is great, but I also feel like a dick, because I kind of want to switch labs. And third, Maria won't stop whining."

"I'm not whining!" she whined, rolling her eyes. 

Great. You had to be the parent today. "Well, congratulations?" you said to Cam and he just ate more toast in response. Then you looked at Maria and asked, "What's got you so upset?"

She set her phone down, and you could tell she was apartment hunting. "Rochelle is moving out. Her boyfriend got a bigger place, and she's moving in with him. She pulled a you."

You grimaced and muttered, "Sorry." 

She waved you off. "It's fine. She wasn't that great anyway. But I can't afford two bedrooms alone when everyone else around me is getting married and getting promotions and raises except me," she said blandly, rubbing her hands over her face. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean that."

Cam downed his mimosa in one go, but you were still looking at Maria. "Hey... you remember Bob Floyd? Phoenix's backseater?"

"Lieutenant Commander Mustache and his parade of hot friends," Cam mumbled, and you elbowed him to be quiet.

Maria had a faraway look in her eyes now. "Bob Floyd. He always smells nice."

Cam nodded in agreement. And you nodded in agreement as well. "He does always smell nice," you whispered, thinking about the last time you hugged Bob. 

"Anyway, what about Bob?" Maria asked, still fidgeting with her phone. 

You smiled. "He's looking for a new place."

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Bradley was in his bunk, getting undressed after dinner when there was a knock on the door. "Yeah?" he asked, opening it up to reveal a petty officer. 

"Lieutenant Commander Bradshaw?"

"Yeah?" Bradley repeated, buttoning his shirt up again.

"If you want to make a call, there are some free iPads in the communication room. I saw your name on the list."

"Oh," he murmured, quickly tucking in his shirt again and following him out the door. "Thanks."

Bradley's heart was pounding erratically. After you missed his call last deployment, he had gotten so frustrated, and you'd gone to talk to Dr. Genevieve. He was trying to do some quick math to determine what time it was back home, but he was already in the room. He felt flustered as he was given a tablet and a private spot to sit. As quickly as he could, he entered your number, hoping to have as much time to talk to you as he could. 

Just a few seconds later, you answered with a loud, "Roo!" Bradley saw your face for a few seconds before you dropped your phone. Then there was a string of curse words before you picked it up again. "Bradley?!" you asked in a panicked voice.

"I'm here, Baby Girl."

You squealed with delight, and Bradley realized you were standing halfway in and halfway out of the shower. You were completely naked, and you looked like perfection as you asked, "Are you okay?"

"Yes," he replied, knowing there was no way he could share any classified details about his mission with you. He was going to have to keep you talking about yourself as much as possible. "I miss you so much. How are you? How's Tramp?"

"Good!" you gushed, moving under the shower spray and holding your phone out away from you as you rinsed off. Bradley was completely distracted by your wet tits as you said, "I had brunch with Cam and Maria on Saturday, and Nat and I got our nails done. But I miss you. Did you fly yet?"

"Not yet," he rasped as you stood in the far corner of the steamy shower and smiled at your phone. "God, you look good."

Your smile grew as you leaned against the tile wall, bringing your free hand up to touch your breasts, and he could see his wedding ring on your necklace chain. "Do you know when you'll be home? Can you tell me about your mission?" you asked softly as the sound of the shower somehow calmed Bradley's nerves as you wound him up a little bit.

He just grunted. "I'd rather watch you, Sweetheart."

And you fucking let him. Your fingers with your pretty manicured nails brushed along your nipples as you sighed his name. He had no idea how he's gotten this lucky in life, as you treated him to those pretty fingers on your clit and slipping inside your pussy just for him. He watched you masturbate, and he turned the volume down when you got loud. His hand was resting on his cock as he grew harder for you, the sounds you made echoing through the shower enclosure. 

"Baby Girl," he groaned softly as he watched your face on the screen as you came. Perfect. You looked perfect. His mind flashed back to the dream he had as he looked at your face, relaxed and sated. 

"Tell me how much you miss me, Roo," you whispered breathlessly. So Bradley waxed poetic about your body and your voice and how he couldn't get comfortable in bed without you. He made you laugh, and his cock stayed hard as you licked your lips. 

And then he was told he had a minute left. "Hey, listen," he told you softly. "Time's almost up. I don't know when I'll be flying or when I'll be home, but I think this is going to be a crazy one, okay?"

"Okay," you said, apprehension creeping into your voice. 

"But I'm doing great here. I'm ready for anything. So there's no need to worry. I'll be home soon."

"I love you, Bradley."

"I love you so much, Sweetheart."

Bradley felt like he was still in a bit of a daze as he returned to his bunk. He thought about jerking off to the videos you and he made on his phone, but he barely had his shirt off when there was another sharp knock on his door. He answered in just his uniform pants. It was Bluebird, and the sight of her wearing her unmarked, black flight suit added to the adrenaline already coursing through his body. 

"Get changed into your black suit. It's time to go."

She moved down the hallway, knocking on another door, and it took Bradley a few seconds to pull his thoughts together. It was mission time. It must be dark out on deck now. He would be flying at night. He took a minute to breathe deeply the way Bob taught him, and then he got changed. 

He was the last one to walk into the classroom, and it felt so strange to have no identifying clothing or patches on his person at all, especially when the admirals were dressed for a normal day. "Have a seat," Warlock announced, and then he turned the lights out, leaving the room in pitch darkness. "You'll be flying tonight in these conditions. Your eyesight will do little to help you beyond seeing what's on your radar readouts. Rely on your teammates and your instincts instead."

Then the projector clicked on while Bradley's heart pounded. Cyclone was at the front of the room, signaling for the satellite image to be zoomed in further and further. "Our sources on the ground relayed useful intelligence in the last hour. The hostages are most likely being transported around midnight, potentially to an execution site. SEAL Team 7 is ready just off the coast aboard the USS Charleston. You will provide a distraction for the SEAL team, enabling them to penetrate the building and perform an extraction before the hostages can be moved. Two of you will protect a comanche helicopter crew providing imaging for the SEAL team. Four of you will lure enemy aircrafts out over the water and away from the military base located here." 

The image on the wall zoomed out and back in on an airstrip located not too far away from the hostages. Bradley listened as Cyclone told them their current coordinates, the coordinates of the base, and the coordinates of the hostages. "You need to keep the enemy aircrafts away from the Charleston and keep the comanche crew out of danger. Bluebird, you're the team leader for the comanche protection. Wilbur, you fly with Bluebird." Cyclone turned to look at Bradley as he said, "And Rooster, you'll lead the team composed of Havoc, Richmond and Dugout to lure the enemy jets out over the water. Any questions?"

Cyclone nodded at Richmond when he raised his hand, "Sir, are we following flight plan Alpha, Beta or Gamma?"

Cyclone shook his head. "None of the above. You'll be flying flight plan Omega, and we're going to make it up right now."

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Bradley is out there on the mission of a lifetime. More action coming soon. Thank you @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls

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Hello! I saw your post you're open for a request and I was wondering if I could I have OPLA Sanji?

About Sanji fall in love towards reader but reader was hesitate and unsure if Sanji is being sincere it's like she's having trust issues since Sanji is considered a ladies' man or flirty and was afraid he'll broke her heart?

A/N IMPORTANT:  Hey, thank you for your request Anon ! I had to confess that it was kind of a hard one for me because well...trust issu hit close from home and I just start to write that angst even if it was not my specialty, but I really like the result and I hope you will too !

Trust Issues

OPLA - Vinsmoke Sanji

Sanji / OPLA Masterlist and Coming Soon

* English is not my first language, I tried really hard to correct myself but, I hope you will excuse me if some mistakes are still there.

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Love wasn’t your cup of tea. Sure, the idea of a partner supporting and adoring you like you deserve was cute. But, in your opinion, you have already done enough. After all, your last relationship has resulted as becoming a pirate and being abandoned by your lover to save his ass. And, If the humiliation hadn’t been enough, not long after your escape for the marines, you had seen him parading with his new lady wrapped around his arm. Like if you hadn’t existed at all.

So, nobody could blame you if you had some trust issues and an aversion for ladie’s man.

It’s why you knew the minute you saw his smile what Vinsmoke Sanji was : A pretty flirt. 

If it was only you, you had refused his presence on the ship, but, like Luffy had said, the Going Merry needed a cook and the man was a hell of a fighter. As the morning came, you couldn’t also deny the fact that he looked incredibly good in his suit, his bag on his shoulder, ready to come aboard. Smiling at the instant he spotted you. 

“ Hello Madam, I'm glad we met again. Can I say that you seem even more beautiful in this sunlight” He offered, from the dock, as you were sitting on the main deck rail adjusting a rope. 

“ You may, but it doesn't mean I will accept the compliment. Luffy is on the upper deck if you search him” You coldly replied, trying to shut down your traitor heart. You will not fall for another pretty face, never. 

“ I didn’t expect much Madam, thank you for the information “ Sanji replied, his mood in nothing affected by your coldness. Sure, he had hoped for a warmer welcome, but after serving you the night before and found himself unable to turn his gaze away from your beauty. He was satisfied with just being part of the same crew as you, the rest would come later he had assumed. 

It took, in fact, way longer than he first thought. For the entire few weeks he had been on board, you hadn’t looked or talked to him except to thank him for the food or urgent matters. 

Many times, the crew had tried to talk to you, asking you to be more nice with Sanji. But, even if you could feel his charm often softened your shield, your stubbornness was even stronger. 

It wasn’t easy for Sanji either. He knew you clearly disliked him without knowing why. When, on his part, the more he was admiring you, watching you laugh with the others, hearing your brilliant plan, watching you gracefully climb the cordage and being as stubborn as him. Make him love you even more. Everyday, he was trying to charm you, offering you compliments, taking an interest in what you were doing or simply making you the best food he could. But, nothing worked, you answered him quickly and as coldly as always.  

It'll take another two months and a storm before Sanji has enough. 

The rain was falling for hours,helped by a wind so strong that you had to close one of the sails to avoid drifting away. Each two hours or so, the members of the crew were making a rotation, trying as much as possible to not fatigue themself too much and end up falling into the water. 

You were the only one still standing, drenched by the cold rain, your muscles sore by the force necessary to keep the helm stable. Multiple times Nami and Usopp had tried to push you to take a rest or at least eat something warm, but each time you refused resolutely, you would pass that storm and rest after. 

Meanwhile in the kitchen, Sanji was finishing his soup, preparing three bowls for the crew member who will come downstairs to take their rest. As he prepared himself for going upstairs, doing his part, the blond chef saw Nami and Usopp going down the stairs, alone. You aren’t with them, again. 

“ Where Y/N ” He asked, already knowing the answer.

“ She refuses to budge of the helm. we tried to talk to her but it’s like talking to a rock” Nami replied, wrapping herself in a big towel.

“ I’ll come back, I will bring her here “ Sanji only replied, his happy mood now sour. It wasn’t rare in the time who’s he was running the restaurant with Zeff that he lost his temper. He had lost it already a time or two during battle, but against another member of the crew,it was a first. 

Making his way to the helm, he looked at you, already knowing it will not be easy. But, to be sure you’re in security, he was ready to fight you if he had to. 

“ Y/N, your time has long passed, I will replace you. I prepared a dry towel and warm soup in the kitchen. Go take some rest “ He first tried. 

“ I’m not tired or hungry “ You simply replied with your gaze focused on the horizon. 

“ Then I’m afraid I have to excuse myself Darling “ Profiting from an adjustment of your position, he then proceeds to lift you on his shoulder, easily dodging all your attacks, as he was getting you down in the ship to dry both of you. 

“ How dare you ! “ You scream, shaking of rage and cold. As he sits you on one of the kitchen stools and throws a dry towel at you. “ I was perfectly fine !”

“ You were on a trip to catch death ! “Sanji replied sharply, his gaze dark and his wet form in a stiff posture with anger “ I don’t know what I exactly did to make you dislike me like that, but I can care for you if you do some stupid things like that ! “

“ Then just don’t care about me and go flirt somewhere else !!” You angrily answered.

Taken aback, Sanji tilted his head, frowning his eyebrow, clearly confused. 

“ Wait…what…You dislike me…because I flirted with you ?“ He slowly asked, trying to understand your point. 

“ I just don’t understand why you haven't given up yet ! I had already done with the damn flirty kind, go charm your other ladies and leave me alone ! “ 

" My other…” Sanji starts disbelief. “ I don’t give up because I care for you…stubborn woman! " Sanji tried to say. Never had he thought that it was his manner that you hated so much. " But if my affection isn't required, fine, eat and rest, that's all I ask " He sighs ,disappearing upstairs. 

A long and heavy silence fell in the kitchen after he left, leaving you with a curiously heavy heart and some concerned  gaze of Nami and Usopp eating their soup. After a while, you sigh, defeated and take yourself a bowl. As always, the dish was perfectly balanced and delicious.

" You know y/n...I know your story, I understand, I do.  But…Sanji didn't flirt with any woman aside from you for months…I think he genuinely likes you, " Nami softly spoke. "Of course I'm not you and you have all the right to act like you do, but it’s not Sanji's fault. He’s not him… and I think the day he will stop caring for you, you will realize it’s will be maybe too late”.

“ Maybe “ You admit, finishing your food before leave it into the sink and heading to the door” I will sleep a little, wake me up when it will be our turn again please “ 

But she never woke you up and when you opened your eyes, the sun was shining again on another day. 

Sanji wasn’t the kind of man who'd give up easily, neither on his dream nor on the people he loved. But, even with his flirty tendency, respecting women and their wishes was a priority. It’s why, even if it cost him and that your word had wounded him, on that sunny day, he started to restrict at the minimum his attention to you. 

And you noticed it immediately. His gaze on you, usually full of affection, was now more distant, he didn’t ask you if you had slept well, nor if you would like something in particular for breakfast, he simply put an omelet in front of you, smiled politely and returned to his occupation. Yes, for Sanji it was odd, but, as a ladie’s man you give him a week before going back to his old habit. 

Luckily for you, life decided to give both of you a hand.

Your estimation could never be more wrong. After two weeks of polite but cold Sanji, you were almost wishing you never had that fight. Your traitor heart was missed his radiant smile toward you, his compliments for every little detail of your person or the way he  tried to know every one of your favorite things. But you had broken it and you were now unsure how to repair it. Excuse could probably do the charm, but your stubbornness was always blocking you, estimating that protecting your heart wasn't shameful. 

The Going Merry was anchored alongside an island, doing his needed resupply. As the last barrel had been brought on board, you followed the idea of Zoro and decided to join your companions for a drink at the little bar on the beach.

But, as you put your foot in the small place, you froze, your mind resuming to a static white noise. Your ex, already another lady at his arm, was installed with his crew at the largest table of the little tavern.  

“ Hey Y/N come here, that table is free ! “ Luffy exclaimed, not noticing your stiffness.

“ Y/N is that you ! Damn girl, I haven't seen you since you were surrounded by Marines ! I own you for this one, how did you escape ?! “ The despicable man shouted, clearly more happy to see you, than you were to see him. “ Darla, that girl was... my most loyal crew member. “He explained to the girl at his side “Look at you, have you always been that pretty ? “ 

The compliment was the last straw that snapped you out of your shock. How could he talk to you so casually after all you had endured because of him. Doesn’t he have an ounce of regret or shame ?!

“ I escaped on my own after you had cowardly abandoned me ! “ You replied, as Sanji placed himself behind you, placing a hand on your shoulder in support.

“ Y/N, that man clearly doesn’t deserve your time, come, the drink will arrive soon” He tried, giving a hard look at the pathetique Captain who was now coming a you, his hand scratching his hair, gauging if Sanji was a menace for his future plan with you or not. 

“ Not deserving of his time, I had already two years of her time mate, go sip your beer and let us discuss. Y/N and I have many things to talk about. I haven’t abandoned her, I knew she could escape, she’s a smart cat. Aren't you Sweet pea” 

“ I have nothing to say to you, thank you Sanji but I’m not in the mood. Being in the same room as him would suck all the joy I have. I will be on the ship. “ You simply replied, making your exit before tears ran down your cheeks. 

Sat on the upper deck, watching the night sky, the fresh wind drying your last tears, you saw Sanji came back onboard. Without a word, he simply sat beside you and offered you the bottle he was keeping in his hand.

“ Zoro sent his regards and I’m here to tell you that I’m sorry. I had tried to respect your wish, but I couldn’t stop myself tonight. I can’t not care for you and that man was...he shouldn’t ever treat a lady as you like that. Maybe now he had learn “

“ Sanji, what did you do? “ You asked, strangely touched that he had actually take your defense even after you had left. 

“ I kicked his pathetic and disgraceful ass. I couldn’t tolerate the way he was looking at you, talking to you...But I understand now how my behavior led you to dislike me when I arrived, But I assure you that…” 

“ I know, “ You said your heart, still fragile, beating faster.” You aren’t him and I should have waited to know you. I was scared, I didn’t want to like you because I was afraid to repeat the same story. But even if I tried, I realize when you had stop to caring for me that I miss it, I missed you…a lot“ 

Suddenly unusually shy, his cheeks a slightly shade of faded pink in the dark, Sanji avoided your gaze, a joyful smile spreading on his lips.

“ I suggest that we start over. We can't forget all those months but we can restart our relationship.I can’t wait to truly know you Y/N” He tell, finally planting in gaze in yours, that lost spackles in his eyes, the one you though forever vanish, back even brighter that ever. 

“ I can’t wait too, Sanji “ You softly smile. 

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Your first kiss with Sanji happened a little shorter than a month later. At exactly the same spot. 

Since that night, you have made a habit of watching the sky together, sharing stories, passions and thoughts. Even if the blond cook, not without surprise, seems to find the constellation less appealing than your sweet view at his side. But, you slowly adapted yourself to his flirting and even often replied, to his joy. 

It was in one of those moments, as you turned your head to point to him a group of stars that Sanji captured your lips, answering your heart's deepest desire from months and even probably since the tall man had put a foot on the deck. 

Somewhere on the lower level of the ship, you hear the playful screams and wolf whistles of your friends. But, as he captured your lips for another kiss you couldn't care less. You had an amazing group of friends, the sea was peaceful and with the help of Sanji, your heart finally started to heal.  

[oliviablancmom]

"Pedriiii"

Pairing: Pedri Gonzalez x Singlemom!OC

Theme: Fluff, a little bit of angst.

N/A: To my dear Pedri's Girls who voted, it's finally here. I'm sorry for not posting it yesterday, but I ended up getting very tired and with some doubts. First about being a "reader" or OC, and I ended up choosing OC because I couldn't write without visualizing someone, and because while I was writing, the image of Hande Erçel came to my mind. Anyway, this is just an introduction, there will be three chapters and a bonus. I hope you like it, and that you fall in love with them as I did.

"I can't believe it, Fer. I can't believe it happened again. When I think everything is going to be fine, something like this happens," Pedri lamented. His brother was already upset with the situation.

"I know, brother, we will get through this, as we always do." Pedri ran his hands over his face. "I need to call mom, she's is worried." Pedri just agreed while his brother walked outside the box. At the same time he left, a little boy entered the private space. He stopped in his tracks when he noticed Pedri.

"You are crying?" The boy cautiously approached Pedri and then kneeled on the floor beside the player, his elbows resting on the sofa where Pedri was sitting. "My father says that men shouldn't cry, but my mother says that only real men cry."

Pedri laughs.

"Your mother is right. Are you alone here?" Pedri looked around looking for any adults, but it was just them. The little boy just nodded and then started looking for something in the pocket of the jacket he was wearing, and soon he was taking off his coat. Pedri noticed the name and number on it. "I liked the choice of shirt." The little boy looked at him, embarrassed.

"here" he finally takes out a handful of M&Ms from his pocket. "Mom and I always eat them when we are sad, and now that you are sad, you will feel better after eating them."

Pedri smiled at how adorable the little boy was and readily accepted the candy; he was too sad to think about his diet.

"Bye I have to go." He watched the little boy put on his jacket again, ready to leave.

"Hey, don't you want me to sign your shirt?"

The little boy looked at him cautiously and uncertainly, and Pedri could see that he was in an internal battle.

"My mother says I shouldn't bother the players"

"It's not a bother; you shared your sweets with me; we're friends now. The little boy's eyes opened so wide that Pedri was afraid they would jump out.

"Serious?" he asked uncertainly. Pedri just nodded and saw the boy's face light up.

"PEDRIIIIIII!!!" He gave an excited scream and ran to the player, hugging him. He was definitely controlling himself before, Pedro thought.

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"Hey, do you plan on going to that nightclub again?" Pedri asked, trying to seem as uninterested as possible while continuing to do the exercise that the physical trainer gave him.

"What? Are you asking this? I thought these things weren't for you. Ferran mocked.

"It's because he's trying to find the woman he spent the night with," Gavi says, receiving a deadly look from Pedri.

"What, am I lying? You looked at every photo that marked the club's location on social media."

"Seriously Gavira, if you don't shut up..."

Pedri threatens, making the others laugh.

"It seems that only you were affected by the night since you woke up alone in the hotel room" said Ter Stegen, the goalkeeper who had been listening to the entire conversation in silence until now. Pedri looked directly at Gavi, knowing he was responsible for telling the details.

"Seriously, man, I'll never tell you anything again."

"What? I was just trying to help. Knowing if one of them saw the woman you were with that night. If I hadn't seen her, I would have thought it was a hallucination in your head."

Pedri rolled his eyes at the younger man's mockery.

"I know you were upset that you woke up there alone. 

"I wasn't," Pedri said defensively. "It was not a big deal." He said with a shrug, preferring to remain silent while focusing on the strengthening exercises, that it was better to forget the subject, either because Gavi was irritating him or because he had a grain of truth.

Nightclubs were not a place he normally frequented; he always preferred to stay at home watching a series or movie, but he had made an exception that night as he was upset because of the injury and the nasty comments he received, like it was his fault. It ended up that he didn't regret going at all; after all, it led to the best night of his life with the woman he would meet at the bar, and thanks to not consuming alcohol, he had recorded in his mind every detail of that night and the woman.

He remembered the exact moment she entered the place; his eyes immediately stayed on her; her presence attracted him like a magnet; and her long hair fell all over her back and down to her waist. The red lipstick and the huge, sweet smile she had. He remembered her scent and the woman's sharp tongue as he approached, not giving a damn about who he was. He had etched the dimple in her cheek every time she laughed at something he said, and God, her laughter was like music to his ears. He remembered how she pressed her body against his while they were on the dance floor and how all that tension took them both to a hotel room that night. What a night!

"Dude, stop thinking about her while you are with us." Ferran's voice takes Pedri out of his thoughts. Pedri looked at him confused.

"Your cheeks give you away, man," said Gavi, who had a small smile on the corner of his face. Pedri turned to the mirror, noticing the color that appeared on his face.

"Shit", he mumbled, shaking his head in an attempt to clear his mind.

"Although you met her in a nightclub, maybe you should look in other places, like churches or registry offices." He looked even more confused at Ferran, who had an ironic smile on his face. "You know, considering your history with women who end up being married and everything."

"Seriously, I'm done with you guys." Pedri stood up, moving away from his companions, who were laughing at the situation.

**********************************************"" Fans like to feel close to players, so we can continue investing in content with them in pairs or in groups. We can record some kind of challenge with the boys who have the most friendships about how much they know each other. Fans love knowing these details." The woman said to the social media girl as they walked down the corridor to the meeting room, where the rest of the communication team would be.

"Mom, mom, mom!" She turned, looking at the little boy who was running towards her.

"Hey, honey, what's wrong? Everything is fine?" She bent down to the child's height, who seemed to be in a hurry to be somewhere. "I'll be at the gym with my friend," he said impatiently, about to run again.

"What a friend? There is no place for children there" she said worriedly, placing her hand on her son's head.

"Mom, pleeeaaaase," he said while pulling the woman's bag, looking for something.

"Axel, breathe. What are you looking for?" She asked when her child threw all the things inside her bag on the floor.

"The cards that Grandpa gave me to show my friend, I FOUND." he said excitedly, shaking the cards in his hand.

"Bye mom, I love you." She watched as the boy disappeared down the corridor without even looking back, which made her curious to know who this friend was, and she made a mental checklist to ask when they were leaving. She also added to talking with her son about running around Ciutat Esportiva, she had the opportunity to bring him to work, but she knew it was best not to abuse the luck, even though he was normally a quiet child, these days, he always had to be somewhere.

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The sound of Xavi's whistle signaled the end of training. He thanked all of the players, greeting each as they dispersed across the field. Some were already returning to the dressing room, and I remained there along with a few other guys.

"3, 2, 1...." Gavi says. Pedri raise his eyebrows in confusion, looking at him.

"PEDRIIIIIIIIIIII" Rafinha and Ferran say in a thin voice, clearly imitating the little boy who ran onto the field in our direction.

"He took so long to come this time," Gavi says, laughing at the scene. The little boy opens his arms and throws himself at Pedri, who holds him carefully.

"Hey little guy." He put him on the floor, and held out his hand for him to hit.

"Are you ready to play yet?" he asks, raising his eyebrows hopefully and looking the player up and down. It was the question he asked every day since he started showing up at the end of training to visit him, showing all his anxiety about seeing his favorite player return to the field.

"I'm almost there; I'm back to training now, but I'll be ready soon." The child makes a pout.

"My God, he have the same habit of arching the eyebrows and the things you do with your lips. It's too much Pedri for me." Rafinha says, laughing as he walks away. He ruffles the child's hair, and only then does the little one seem to realize the presence of the others. And his cheeks turn red, and then he hides behind Pedri's leg, who bends down and hugs him.

"the red cheeks and all." Are you sure you haven't been messing around?" Gavi continues. Pedri rolls his eyes at his friend, throwing the bottle he was holding at the youngest.

"Hey little guy, there's no need to be ashamed of us; we're cooler than him." Ferran says as he is trying to get the child's attention, making him hides his face in Pedri neck. The number eight smiles mockingly at Ferran, proud of the child's far-from-discreet preference.

"Don't flatter yourself; you didn't see the number he's wearing." Fermin scoffs.

"It's very good taste," Gavi says. Pedri turns the little boy in front of him.

" Axel!!! This is treason," Pedri says indignantly, as he sees the little boy wearing Gavi's number.

"My grandfather chose today. Gavi it's his favorite" he says with a shrug.

" But I like him a lot too." Gavi smiles, convinced, at his friend.

"Of course you like; you're the same size, of course you'll feel affinity." Gavi's smile dies immediately, and he raises the middle finger to Pedri.

"haha, Look who's talking, Pedri."

"Don't you think it's strange that he's here every day? " Pedri asks curiously.

"He must be some employee kid," Fermin concludes. "At most, the brother of one of the teenagers who are outside waiting for photos, he is small, manages to pass the security guards with no problem" They laughed again.

The little boy moves away from the player and looks for something in his pocket, and Pedri already knew what it was; after all, that had become their routine since they started meeting more often, whether in the CE or in the boxes on match days. Axel takes a handful of M&Ms from his pocket to share with the player.

"Just a little this time. My mother is suspicious." His eyes widen at the boy.

"You said your mother gave it to you, Axel," Pedri asks worriedly.

"Well, sometimes she gives it to me. But she says I can't eat all the time."

The boys were trying not to laugh, especially now that the boy was more welcome with them, casually kicking the ball for them.

"Great example, Pedriiiiiii." Ferran scoffs; Pedri rolls his eyes; it wasn't his fault; well, in part yes, it was him who said to the child, "Your mother won't mind if it's just a little."

**********************************************Pedri was sitting with the other players in the press room of the arena where the Barcelona basketball team was playing. They were waiting for the club president to take a photo; after all, it was important for them to see the first-team players supporting the others. While he waited, Pedri looked at the candy store's website on his cell phone, looking for what Axel had told him so much about during the week, about a new type of M&Ms with different flavors that he was dying to try, but it was still out of stock. Occasionally he would look up from his cell phone to respond to something the other players were saying. Gavi was by his side, chatting about something that Pedri could no longer follow due to the rapid changes in subject that the youngest started.

"Hey, guys," Laporta says, entering the conference room. He greeted each of the players who were there, and the staff organized them for the photo. As always, the president would hold the ball, and everyone would be on hand to touch it, in the form of support. After the photo, they start a conversation with the president until the door is opened wide.

"Oh, sorry." I thought they were already finished. Pedri, who had his back to the door in a conversation with Araujo and João Félix, freezes; he would recognize that voice anywhere, and above all, he would recognize the perfume, which hits him like a punch in the stomach. He immediately caught Gavi's eyes, who seemed as surprised as he was.

" The game is about to start, and we need to take some photos of the boys for promotion."

"Of course, we're done here" the president says, laughing. Apart from Gavi, the other boys didn't seem to notice Pedri's reaction, as he finally found the courage to turn around to look at the woman, and God, he felt his breath catch in his lungs.

"Oh, do you already know the boys personally?" Laporta asked the woman who looked up from her cell phone, looking at the other people in the room, and as soon as her eyes fell on him, they tripled in size, but she was quick to hide her surprise.

"No, not yet" she said simply.

"Boys, this is Isa Harver; she is the club's new communications assistant." Laporta introduced them, and she extended her hand to greet each of them. When her hand stopped in front of Pedri, he immediately noticed the ring on the girl's finger.

"Fuck" He heard Gavi saying behind him with a certain humor in his voice. Pedri simply couldn't believe his luck.

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N/A: SOOOO, I hope you guys enjoyed it!! I revised this chapter a million times, but English is not my first language, so something must have slipped through. Let me know what you think. And for my Gavi's girls, I'm also preparing something for you."

[xxkiller-muffinxx]

As long as you're here.

Floyd x reader (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3)

Summary: You and Floyd met when Floyd was still in brozone, but when the band separated so did you. That is until you were both captured by the mediocre artists of Veneer and velvet. Not that you care much though, your fine and healthy and your with your favorite person again.

Words: 1380

Warnings: angst, semi-cliffhanger if I plan to do a part 2

A/N: this is so rushed you guys, it's genuinely painful, but also it has most of the elements I wanted to include so if y'all would please be so kind as to like this if you enjoyed it that'd make my little heart so happy. In other words: stay golden and enjoy. Lemme know if y'all want a part 2!

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You groaned at your hurt vocal chords after going to another concert just that week. You wondered if you'd have a larynx of steel by the end of the month. You didn't have backstage tickets so you wandered a little ways away until you were far enough to cool off in the cool night air.

What an incredible concert, I mean you could've had more of the sensitive troll but hey! It still rocked your world. You took a few deep breaths to get rid of that post-concert buzz. You jolted to life when you heard a twig snap.

You heard the faint curses of a troll followed by a sad sigh. Your gaze Met the back of his pink haired head, and your heart dropped. You covered your mouth before a fangirl scream could fall out. You took a deep, deep breath before rising and looking at him.

He seemed startled when you spoke. “Hey… you okay there?” you said with as little excitement you could muster. However it still wasn't enough to make him think you weren't a fan.

Once he calmed down he turned away from you. “Hi. Uh…if you want an autograph just say so.” He mumbled, just clear enough for you to make out. He sat on a log, and soon enough you joined him.

“Autograph?” You whispered in return, surprised he'd assume such a thing. Then you realized he proba got that a lot more than he did comfort. “No, no, I don’t want an autograph, I'm genuine. Are you okay?” You placed a gentle, sweet hand on his shoulder.

He looked at you and it seemed like there was a switch in his whole attitude. From melancholy to downright depressed. He wiped his eyes before any tears could fall. “Sorry you have to see me like this.”

“Don’t apologize, it’s natural.” You sat next to him, looking into his eyes. “Talk to me, Floyd.”

Floyd’s eyes widened slightly at the use of his name and he seemed lost for a second. Should he talk to you? Probably not, but this is the most comfort he’s gotten in ages, so he just breaks.

He tells you everything, and in just a few hours you’re already wrapped around each other's fingers. Floyd leaning into your shoulder and you holding him tight. Letting his pain be heard. He sniffled hard and lifted his face, tears covering his poor cheeks and puffy red eyes.

You giggled at the sight, something about this whole thing was surreal. “You okay now?” you ask with a smile on your lips and in your voice. Floyd doesn’t respond verbally. Instead he just nods. Still leaning his head into your shoulder.

At some point he had grabbed onto your hand, desperate never to let go. Now he’s gently playing with your fingers. Waiting for you to tell him to stop. Which you wouldn’t.

He looked up into your eyes quickly. “Thank you for staying with me.” He whispered. You nodded your head and stroked his hand with your thumb. Then it dawned on you.

“I uh, I’m so sorry this was pretty forward of me if I’m honest, I haven’t even introduced myself.” You stood up and offered him your hand. You gently declare your name, your cheeks flushed in embarrassment at how forward you had been with him. Maybe it was because you already felt close to him. Considering he was your favorite band member.

Floyd stared into your eyes and cleared his throat. His gaze flickered away from yours and you hesitated. Ready to take back your hand at any moment. Just then his hand met yours. A chill ran down your spine as his cold contrasted with your warmth.

Your eyes stare at your connected hands, and then onto his face. His eyes were large with friendliness, but overshadowed by exhaustion and uncertainty. “It’s okay. I don’t mind at all.” He would say. You nodded slightly. Then squeezed his hand.

“I should…I should go-”

“Yeah…yeah that’s probably for the best. I gotta get home.”

“Yeah yeah. I’ll let you do that.” You said awkwardly before turning on your heel and skulking off elsewhere where you’re needed.

Floyd chuckled slightly as he watched you go away, then he heard his name being called. Despite his initial disappointment he decided maybe as long as you were there it wouldn’t be so bad.

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Many years have passed since then.

You reminisce on an old photo of you and Floyd. It was directly after another concert, the last concert before he and his brothers disappeared off the face of the earth. You kept that photo, thinking one day you'd get to see Floyd again. However, considering your current situation it was unlikely.

Trapped, inside a purple diamond with nothing to hear except thoughts and teenage screaming laughter. You were tired of it, but not afraid. Velvet and Veneer were a duo of teenagers you hated with a burning passion. You were their test dummy, to see if they could steal the song of a troll. Which you wished was impossible.

Unfortunately, today would prove to be the effect of your situation.

Velvet’s nagging voice screams in your ears as she and her brother return for a spritz. The sound of another diamond being slammed into the table cause you to have a brain reboot. You looked up and saw Velvet more excited than ever.

She was singing multiple riffs over and over, it was annoying. which made you realize that she found another troll. One more musical than you. You immediately looked at the bottle beside you. It's color colliding with yours, making it incredibly difficult to see inside of it. You didn't dare speak until the cruel duo parted.

“Psst. Hey.” you whispered to the other bottle. Trying to see who it was. They didn't respond immediately so you kept prying. “Hey…fellow inmate. I come in peace.” You joked, trying to lighten the mood despite being devoid of much joy yourself. “Please? I could use some social interaction.”

Silence followed, as if you were alone all over again. Then you began thinking. No one is there, it's hopeless. You're alone and you're going to die alone. There's no need to pretend like one day you'll have a friend here because you never will. You need to just give up already-

Then, as if by chance, a quiet voice says your name. A familiar voice. A hand presses itself against the glass and the two of you make eye contact. “Is it really you?” he says, and then a pit drops in your stomach, but pure joy fills your skull.

You gasp and move closer to him. “Floyd? Yes! Yes, it's me!” you groan as you lean your cheek into the glass. “I'm so glad to see you, but what are you doing here!” You pulled your cheek away and crossed your arms. Your eyes gentle on his familiar exhaustion.

Floyd laughed nervously then frowned. He turned and leaned on the diamond casing and slid to the ground. You mimicked him and he quietly acknowledged this. “It all happened so fast that…I just don't want to talk about it.” He seemed deeply saddened, like his whole world was crumbling before him. It really made you stop and think.

“I get that. I got a little too curious and wound up here myself. Sucks huh?”

“How can you get too curious and get locked up for it?”

“I got curious about this place and I didn't realize the song would be sucked out of me for it! Give me a break!”

That made Floyd laugh, but then he shook his head. “We have to get out of here.” Floyd said, his arms wrapping around his knees.

“Good luck with that.” you huffed. “I've been here for ages and there's no exit in sight,” you admit, a frown on your lips. You tossed your head back into the purple shield and sighed softly. “At least I have you to spend eternity with.”

Floyd looked at you. “I bet it won't be eternity, but as long as we're together, I'm okay. We're okay.” he said as he relaxed into the glass. You nodded, sighing up into your enclosure.

“Yeah, we're okay. Together.”

[tigertales9]

Sink or Swim

Pairing: Joe Burrow x Reader

Warnings: 18+ / Smut / Angst / Fluff

Description: Things go sideways when you invite your new neighbors over for cocktails and nibbles

Time/Place: Off-season (mid-July 2023) / Cincinnati, Ohio

A/N: This fic takes place a couple weeks back, pre-camp and pre-calf injury 😢

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You check your phone for what seems like the 100th time in the last hour, rushing to finish setting up your cocktails and nibbles spread before your new neighbors, Jake and Eric, arrive. "Where the hell is Joe?" you mutter under your breath, adding several slices of fresh lime to an obscenely large pitcher of margaritas just as your doorbell rings.

You hurry to answer it, greeting your guests and ushering them through the house to the back patio where you have several appetizers ready to accompany the aforementioned pitcher of margs. You get both guys set up with drinks and nibbles before checking your phone again.

Nothing. You chew your lip and toggle back and forth between mad and worried at the fact you haven't heard from Joe in the last several hours. He hasn't responded to your calls or texts and that is 100% not like him. Last you heard he was headed to Black Sheep to work out, but he promised to be home by 6:30 to meet your new neighbors.

"Joe should be here any minute," you smile, trying to relax and make small talk while still being in a state of uncertainty.

After quickly downing your first margarita, you're feeling much more relaxed as Jake tells a story of how his perfectly planned marriage proposal went comically wrong. The three of you are still laughing like hyenas when the patio door opens and Joe walks out, the look on his face causing you to immediately jump up and intercept him.

"Hey," you chirp, your eyes going wide when he ignores you and strides straight up to Jake who hurriedly gets on his feet. "Joe, this is Jake, our new neighbor," you state, looking back and forth between the two men.

"Wow, you look a lot taller in person," Jake chuckles, holding a hand out to shake. "Thanks," Joe mutters, squeezing Jake's hand harder than necessary while flashing a smile that doesn't quite reach his pale blue eyes. Jake snatches his hand out of Joe's overly-firm grasp and takes a step back. "This is Eric," he mutters, gesturing at the smaller man standing beside him. "Don't shake his hand," he whispers loudly to Eric, both men giving him wary smiles before you break the tension.

"Joe? Can I talk to you inside for a sec?" you ask, giving him a 'don't try me' look when he cuts his eyes at you. Joe gives a terse nod and heads for the house. "Be right back," you whisper to your guests, quickly following Joe inside.

"What the actual fuck is wrong with you?" you hiss as soon as you close the patio door. "And where the hell have you been?"

"Me and some guys went to that bar just around the corner from the gym. Had a beer and a few wings, no biggie."

"No biggie?" you seethe. "You were supposed to be home by 6:30 to meet our new neighbors." He rolls his eyes as you continue. "You've been ignoring my calls and texts for the last few hours. Would you like to explain why?"

"My agent was annoying me so I decided to ignore my phone for awhile." He gives a nonchalant shrug. "Sorry I forgot about cocktails with the new neighbors, but I'm not loving the fact that I just caught my fiancée getting hit on by two men."

"Getting hit on? Have you lost your mind?"

"I know what I saw! I watched y'all for a few minutes before coming outside."

You take a deep breath and give Joe a slow once-over, taking in his purple tee, black shorts and the black headband keeping his unruly curls somewhat in check. "They're married," you state, narrowing your eyes at him when he hits you with a stank face.

"Oh yeah? Well, where are their wives?" he asks, accompanying his stank face with a bitchy smirk. "They probably got tired of watching their husbands eye-fuck you so they went home."

"You have lost your damn mind," you snort, shaking your head in disbelief.

"But I'm not wrong, am I?"

"You are 100 percent wrong," you snap. "Jake and Eric are a couple!" Joe's eyes widen as you continue. "They're married to each other."

You can tell from the look on his face the exact moment the realization hits. "Oh," he murmurs, quickly followed by an even more emphatic "ohhhhhhh, why didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't think I needed to tell you. If you'd been home at 6:30 -- like you promised -- it would've been immediately apparent when you met them. Don't try to shift the blame onto me!"

"I'm not trying to shift . . ."

"And another thing," you interrupt, stepping forward to put a finger in his face. "It's not my fault that you're a heteronormative jackass!"

"You know I'm not like that," he argues.

"And yet here we are," you scoff, rolling your eyes as you brush past him and grab a plate of brownies off the counter.

"I, ummm, I'll join y'all as soon as I pee."

"Suit yourself," you mutter, throwing him a look as you head back outside.

You walk back out and give the guys a quick apology. "Sorry about that," you soothe. "He totally forgot about cocktails & nibbles tonight." You set the brownies down on the table before continuing. "Not to mention he thought y'all were hitting on me."

"Told ya!" Jake hoots, pointing a finger at Eric.

"Y'all picked up on that, huh?" you ask.

"Yeah, we figured he had the wrong idea," Jake chuckles. "I told Eric I'm surprised he didn't whip it out and pee on your leg to mark his territory."

Y'all are still cackling when the patio door opens and Joe ambles out to join you, a slightly sheepish look on his face as he approaches the table. "I owe y'all an apology," he says, dropping into a chair and giving Jake and Eric a sincere smile. "Can we hit the reset button?"

"Absolutely!" Eric chirps, grabbing the plate of brownies and shoving it at Joe. "Here, have a brownie. They make everything better."

Joe laughs along with the guys as he grabs a frosted brownie and takes a big bite. He chews and swallows before speaking up. "Best brownie I've ever tasted."

"For real," Jake agrees. "We def need to get the recipe from Y/n."

"Y/n is an amazing cook," Joe states, giving you a smile while polishing off his brownie. "She's actually amazing at everything," he continues, winking at you as he reaches for another gooey confection.

"Awww," Eric and Jake say in unison, laughing when you narrow your eyes at Joe before joining in the laughter.

Thirty minutes later -- after another margarita and some fun banter between the entire group -- you excuse yourself to use the bathroom. As you finish peeing your phone chimes with a text. You see it's from your best friend, and it's a simple "WTF?" plus a link.

You quickly wash your hands before clicking the link. It takes you to a twitter post of a bleached blonde woman hanging all over your man. You bite your lip as you peruse the pic -- her push-up bra doing work under her low-cut top as she leans against Joe, her smile looking like the cat that ate the canary. You feel an absolute wave of anger flow through you as you read her caption. "Met Joe Burrow tonight! So glad I got to tell him how HOT he is in person! He seemed to really appreciate it."😉

You send a quick reply to your bestie and head back outside, your poker face in full effect as Joe meets your gaze for several seconds before returning his attention to Eric who is telling a funny story about accidentally setting his college mascot on fire with a sparkler.

You take a deep breath, seething at the disrespect your man has dished out this evening. It's not that a woman basically threw herself at him, hell you're used to both men and women thirsting over him and it's not an issue; he's objectively hot as fuck. But the fact that he ghosted your ass for several hours and blew off your plans? Fuck that, you think to yourself. He's gonna hear about it later.

You tune back into the conversation as Joe continues to make small talk with the guys, a thought forming in the back of your mind about the reaction Joe had when he came home. By the time Jake and Eric leave -- carrying several brownies home with them -- you think you've pretty much got the entire thing figured out.

Joe closes the front door behind your guests and breathes an audible sigh of relief. "They're really nice," he states, his eyebrows heading for his hairline when he turns around and sees the look on your face. "What is it?" he asks.

"How many women hit on you at the bar tonight?"

"None," he scoffs, giving you an incredulous look.

"What's this then?" you ask, showing him the tweet on your phone.

He squints at the screen for a second before meeting your gaze. "I didn't think she was hitting on me," he states, shrugging his shoulders when you roll your eyes at him.

"So if I was at a bar, and a guy was hanging all over me telling me I'm hot, would you think he was hitting on me?" you ask.

"Maybe," he mumbles.

"There's no 'maybe' about it, Joseph, and you know it! -- So let's break it down: you blew off our plans tonight, ghosted my ass for several hours, projected your shitty behavior onto me and our new neighbors when you finally came drag-assing home, and LIED to my face just now about getting hit on at the bar. Does that about cover it?"

"I forgot about our plans and lost track of time. And what the hell does 'projected' mean?"

"It means when you came home and saw me and the guys having a laugh, you immediately decided we were doing something shady like you did at the bar. Pure projection on your part."

"I didn't do anything shady."

You stare at him for several seconds while he shifts his weight from one foot to the other, gathering your thoughts before finally speaking. "I've got so many things I wanna say to you, but I probably shouldn't," you admit.

"Go ahead and say 'em," he mutters. "Just unload on me. Maybe it'll make you feel better."

You narrow your eyes at him. "You know what would make me feel better? If you came close to putting as much effort into this relationship as I do." He drops his gaze to the floor as you continue. "I've curated my entire life the last several years around your wants and needs. I live in a city that I would never live in if I wasn't with you. I like it fine, but it's not my first choice."

Joe picks at a thumbnail as you forge ahead. "I work from home so I can be at your beck and call." You feel tears start to roll down your cheeks but you keep going. "I can't remember the last time we did something spontaneous like grab an ice cream cone and walk around downtown, go on a picnic, go to the farmers market, a pumpkin patch or a dozen other little things that I'd love to do with you."

"I'm sorry," Joe mumbles, his gaze capturing yours as you angrily wipe the tears off of your cheeks.

You shake your head in agitation. "Your excuse for never doing much with me in town is because you don't want the attention of fans, but it's obvious you actually love the attention as long as I'm not there to cockblock."

"Not true," he argues.

"Let me rephrase that," you sneer. "You love the attention as long as it's from thirsty women who mash their titties against you and tell you how hot you are."

He shakes his head but keeps his mouth shut as you continue.

"I used to love international travel, but that's something else I've basically had to give up for you. The last time I left the country was almost three years ago when I went to Paris with my mom, aunt and cousin for my cousin's 21st birthday. I felt bad about leaving you alone for ten days so I haven't done it since. Meanwhile, my passport is gathering cobwebs since you don't think there's any reason to leave the U.S. for vacation."

"You're right," he states, raking a hand through his messy curls while giving you a pleading look. "You're absolutely right and I promise to do better."

The silence stretches out for several heartbeats before you speak up again. "Quit saying what I wanna hear. I'm not done being mad at you yet."

"What can I do to make it better?"

"Not a damn thing. I mean, nothing says 'fuck you' quite like ghosting your fiancée cause you're enjoying the attention of thirsty randos at a bar."

"I didn't enjoy it," he mutters, a hot blush rising in his cheeks as you stare at him unblinking. "I didn't flirt back," he mumbles under his breath, biting his lip when you give a derisive snort.

"You didn't flirt back, huh? You wanna cookie for that?"

"No."

"Then how about a little of your own medicine?"

"Meaning?"

You wipe the rest of the tears off of your face before answering. "Meaning I have plans Friday night with the girls."

"Where are you going?"

"I don't know yet," you shrug. "Maybe a bar, maybe a club." You take a step toward him and tilt your head back to look up into his face. "The only thing I know for sure is I'm gonna wear something short, tight and low-cut, a pair of fuck-me pumps and some dick-sucking red lipstick. Pretty sure that'll get me a little attention, don't you think?"

"That'll get you a fucking ton of attention and you know it," he grumbles.

"Yeah, I know." You give him a bitchy grin and bat your eyelashes. "But I promise not to flirt back," you snark, throwing his own words in his face before spinning around and heading for the back door. "I'm gonna take a swim to cool off," you state, slamming the door behind you.

Joe steps out onto the patio just as you pour yourself another margarita. "It's not a good idea to get too lit before swimming," he scolds, dropping into a patio chair as you guzzle the entire drink before setting the glass on the table with a loud thud.

"I'm a better swimmer than you even when I'm tipsy," you boast, yanking your halter top off, quickly followed by your shorts and strapless bra. You give him an arrogant smirk while his gaze rakes over your mostly-naked body. "I've been swimming since I was four years old, plus I was on the varsity swim team in high school."

"I know you're an amazing swimmer," he admits, "but you probably didn't practice or compete while shitfaced."

"I'm not shitfaced," you argue, pondering whether or not to keep your purple lace thong on for a few seconds before Joe's voice cuts into your thoughts.

"How many margaritas have you had?"

"Three."

"And you feel tipsy, right?"

"Yes, Officer Burrow, I feel a little tipsy," you snark, rolling your eyes at him. "You wanna give me a field sobriety test?"

"I wanna give you something," he states, treating you to another slow once-over. "Let's go to bed."

"No." You put your hands on your hips as he stands up and levels a no-nonsense gaze at you.

"Look, that last drink hasn't even hit yet. I don't think it's safe for you to swim."

"Well, good thing I don't need your permission," you snap, grabbing the margarita pitcher and chugging the last several swallows before setting it back down; you smack your lips in the most annoying way possible and give him a catty wink before turning to sprint for the pool, a shot of pure adrenaline racing through you when you hear him hot on your heels. You hit the jets (you were also a track star in high school) and launch yourself into the pool just before he can grab you, hitting the cool water in a sleek, shallow dive that barely ripples the surface.

You swim the entire length of the pool underwater before coming up for air. You throw a look over your shoulder while catching your breath, surprised to see a pile of clothes and a pair of sneakers where Joe was last standing but he's nowhere in sight.

Before your alcohol-fogged brain has time to register the meaning, he pops up right beside you in the deep end of the pool, his smug smirk leveling all the way up to cocky when you let out a surprised squeal. "You scared me!" you holler, splashing water in his face when he laughs at you.

"Come here," he orders, swimming toward you while you continue to retreat, his eyes going wide as he realizes what you're about to do.

"I'll race you," you challenge just before pushing off hard from the wall; you immediately launch into a strong freestyle stroke, the once placid water churning as the two of you swim side-by-side down the length of the pool, your groan of aggravation loud in the humid night air as you quickly look over just before you touch and realize he's barely beat you. "Dammit!" you snap. "And I even had a head start."

"Not much of one," he soothes. "I got a good push-off like half a second after you."

"Oh shut up," you grumble, making your way over to the pool steps while wringing the water out of your long hair.

"I mean it was really close," he states, watching as you climb the steps and plop down on the top step, his gaze immediately drawn to the way your boobs bounce and jiggle as you vigorously finger comb your hair.

"Don't look so smug," you mutter. "You're almost a foot taller than me plus you have those long-ass noodle arms. Of course you're gonna out-touch me."

"Noodle arms?"

"Not to mention I have more drag working against me since my tits are way bigger than your dick."

"Damn, woman," he chuckles. "Noodle arms plus a small dick. You really know how to make a man feel good about himself."

"Quit fishing for compliments; you know your dick is huge but it's smaller than my boobs, especially when you're not hard." You flick a quick glance down his body, unable to see much below hip level since it's underwater. "I'm assuming you're not hard."

"Not yet," he purrs, giving you a dirty wink when you roll your eyes at him. "What about the noodle arms?" he pouts.

You run your gaze over his muscular arms before responding. "I was just talking about the length not the thickness."

"Mmmm, talk dirty to me," he groans, walking closer until he's just a noodle-arm's length away from you.

"Can I be honest with you?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Literally every word coming out of your pretty mouth is pissing me off right now."

"Why don't you shut me up then?" he goads, giving you a filthy grin.

"Meaning?"

He slowly licks his lips while staring directly at your lace-covered crotch. "I know better than to talk with my mouth full soooo."

"Oh good one," you snort, quickly standing up before shucking your panties off; you wring the water out of them then grab your towel and dry off, giving Joe a knowing smirk as he watches you closely. "You just wanna get your dick wet."

"My dick's already wet," he quips, climbing the pool steps to reveal his very wet, semi-erect member.

You roll your eyes and toss the towel at him as you turn to walk toward the house. "You know what I mean," you grumble, throwing a look over your shoulder as you continue toward the house. "Just because I'm tipsy doesn't mean I'm gonna forget I'm mad. You'll just have to get yourself off tonight."

You take exactly three more strides before you feel his hands on your waist. "Put me down!" you grit out, simultaneously annoyed and impressed at how easily he snatches you up and wrangles your squirming body onto the oversized rattan daybed sitting in the far corner of your covered patio. You hit the plush cushions facedown with him partially on top of you, his big frame holding you in place as you continue to squirm.

"Manhandling a woman who is much smaller than you is not the flex you think it is," you snap, biting your lip as he pushes your damp hair to the side so he can nip and suck at your sensitive neck. "But I bet you're wet," he whispers in your ear, causing a shiver to run through you. "Of course I'm wet," you scoff. "I just got out of the pool and didn't fully dry off." His dirty chuckle causes a throb of arousal in your core. "You know what I mean," he purrs, echoing your words from earlier. "Whatever. I'm not remotely aroused," you lie, going completely still as he slowly slides one hand from the base of your neck down the length of your spine. "Let me get you off," he whispers, massaging your ass while nipping your earlobe hard enough to make you gasp. "I'm the reason you're mad and stressed out," he continues. "You'll sleep better if make you cum a couple times."

"I doubt if you can get me in the mood," you grumble, your voice muffled by the daybed cushion. "Well at least let me try," he coaxes, sliding a hand between your thighs while nibbling at the super-sensitive spot just behind your ear. "Good girl," he purrs as you spread your legs a bit wider to give him better access, his deep voice in your ear causing a gush of liquid heat in your core.

You try to stifle a whimper as he ghosts two fingers over your slit, dipping just inside to get them wet before pulling out to tease you, going deeper and deeper each time until he's finger-fucking you with slow, deep strokes.

You try your best to keep quiet but your body language gives you away, your back arching to help him hit the perfect angle over and over before he suddenly withdraws his fingers. You're about to protest when you hear loud sucking noises, a shot of arousal rushing through you when you realize he's sucking your essence off his fingers.

"That's not pool water, baby girl," he teases, smacking his lips like he's enjoying filet mignon. "Shut up," you grumble, smiling against the cushions as he graces you with a raunchy laugh. "You know the best way to shut me up," he goads. "Fine," you state, rolling onto your back before spreading your legs, a sizzle of heat racing through you at the look of pure lust on his face as he immediately crawls in between. You shove a pillow under your head for a better view as he gets down to business.

Your first climax hits fast, with Joe's tongue on your clit and two fingers inside you, his deep voice speaking delicious praise against your most sensitive flesh as he expertly works you, your hands fisted in his hair and his name on your lips as you come apart.

You're still gasping for breath when he goes for round two, using his thumbs to spread you open while slowly thrusting his tongue deep inside, avoiding your over-sensitive clit for what seems like ages until you start writhing and begging for release.

He uses his entire sensual playbook to bring you to the edge over and over, holding intense eye contact as he teases you with his tongue and fingers, pulling back occasionally to talk dirty to you, causing your pleasure points to throb at the raw lust in his voice.

"I'm close!" you gasp for about the 15th time, groaning in frustration when he flutters his tongue over your clit before pulling back. "Joseph, if you don't finish me off I'm gonna do it myself!" you warn, a shot of pure arousal overriding the alcohol flowing through your veins at the sound of his deep, throaty chuckle. "Yes, ma'am," he purrs, adding an expert flick to the thrust and drag of his talented fingers inside you, ruthlessly hitting your g-spot while sucking your clit.

Your mouth opens in a silent scream as your climax hits, wave after wave of pleasure flowing through you as he continues to stroke you through your orgasm. Your heavy breathing is the only sound you hear for several minutes, your pulse jack-hammering then slowly returning to normal as you come back down.

When you finally catch your breath you hit Joe with a bratty smirk. "You did a lot of talking for a man who says he doesn't talk with his mouth full."

"You complaining?" he asks.

"No, sir," you chuckle, reaching for him just as he eases off the daybed. "Are we finished here?" you ask.

"Don't want you to think I'm just trying to get my dick wet."

"I was mad when I said that," you grumble.

"I know." He leans down and gives you a quick kiss. "But dick is not on the menu tonight."

"You're gonna be hardheaded about it, huh?"

"Yep."

"Suit yourself," you mutter, vaguely registering the sound of the patio door opening and closing.

A few minutes later Joe shakes your shoulder. "You awake?" he asks, smiling when you give him a sleepy look. "Sit up and take these," he orders, holding out two ibuprofen and a bottle of water, watching closely as you do his bidding. "Thanks," you mutter, drinking more water before standing up. "I need to go take a shower, but I gotta clean up first," you grump, taking a couple steps toward the patio table before he stops you. "I'll clean up," he promises. "You go grab a shower and get in bed."

"You sure?" you ask, trying to stifle a huge yawn as he grins at you. "I got this," he states, patting your plump butt as you walk by him heading for the door. "Thanks, babe," you murmur, letting loose another yawn as you walk inside.

Fifteen minutes later you slide between your cool, crisp sheets, freshly showered and wearing nothing but a pair of panties. You wince as you replay the evening in your mind, feeling a little bad for reaming Joe out. He had it coming, you think to yourself, turning off your bedside lamp and trying to relax.

You're still half awake several minutes later when Joe walks into the mostly-dark bedroom; he sets a bottle of water on your bedside table before heading into the bathroom, the thoughtful gesture making you feel even worse. You sigh as you hear the shower turn on, sitting up to drink some water while pondering what to do. "I'll apologize as soon as he comes to bed," you whisper to yourself, setting the water back on the bedside table before laying down. You toss and turn for a couple minutes before hopping out of bed to turn the ceiling fan on. The quiet hum of the fan has you relaxing in no time, and the last sound you register is the shower turning off just before you drift off to sleep.

~ ~ ~ Four hours later ~ ~ ~

You wake up slowly, stretching your legs before rolling over to look at Joe, surprised to see him sitting up with his back against the padded headboard, the glow of his laptop giving him an ethereal look.

"Hey," you whisper.

"Hey," he says, giving you a smile as you yawn and stretch again. "How do you feel?"

"Fine."

"No headache?"

"No." You give him a wink. "Luckily Dr. Burrow got me to take some ibuprofen and guzzle water before bed. Worked like a charm."

"So far tonight I've been Officer Burrow and Dr. Burrow." He raises an eyebrow as he continues. "Pretty sure we're gonna need to do a little role-playing in the near future."

"Damn right," you purr, sharing a naughty smile with him before turning serious. "Listen, I want to apologize . . ."

"Nope," he interrupts. "You have nothing to apologize for."

"I was kinda rude earlier."

"And I deserved it. -- I can't sleep because I've been thinking about everything you said. I've been doing a little soul-searching and a little web-searching," he nods at his laptop, "and I've got a few things to talk to you about. Is now a good time?"

"Yeah," you whisper, pushing up into a sitting position and quickly pulling the sheet up to cover your bare breasts; you grab your water bottle and take several swallows as he continues.

"First of all, I want to say you were right about everything you said earlier. I've been lazy and complacent, but I'm gonna do better. I promise." He forges ahead before you can formulate a response. "Since we're so close to training camp there's not a whole lot we can do, but I have a few suggestions." He gives you a sweet smile. "You wanna hear 'em?"

"Of course," you answer, smiling back as he scoots closer to you; you notice he has several tabs open on his laptop, and you give it a brief glance before returning your attention to him.

"Do you have any plans for next Wednesday night?" he asks.

You think for a second. "No, I'm free."

"Wanna go to Sotto?"

"Really?"

He leans down and drops a quick kiss on your smiling face before responding. "Really. I'll make a reservation for 7:00 if that's okay? You know I get hangry if we eat too late."

"That sounds perfect," you chuckle, already contemplating what you'll wear.

"Speaking of reservations," he continues. "Why don't we take Jake and Eric out to eat since I kinda ruined our first meeting. I was thinking we could go to The Precinct. I'll reserve a private dining room and we can treat them to a nice dinner."

"Great idea, babe, they'll love that. I'll call Eric tomorrow and ask when they'd like to go."

"Okay, but I'm making the reservation, so just let me know when to schedule it."

"Yes, sir," you purr, giving him a sultry look when he raises his eyebrows at you.

"You better quit looking at me like that or I won't finish this conversation before pouncing on you."

"Yes, sirrrrrr," you repeat, giggling when he rolls his eyes in mock-agitation.

"Okay moving on," he chuckles. "Remember when we went to that party at the lake last summer? There was that cool lakehouse that we drove by a couple times when we got lost looking for the party?"

You furrow your brow as you try to think back, your face lighting up when the memory clicks into place. "The tall, narrow three-story house with the rooftop deck?"

"Yep," he grins, opening a tab on his computer and swiveling it to show you the screen. "It's called 'The Crows' Nest' and it's an Airbnb."

"No way." You lean closer for a better look. "It's even more awesome than I remember."

"I booked it for three nights during our bye week."

"Shut up!" you squeal, slapping Joe's arm as he looks simultaneously stoked and smug.

"I hope three nights is enough," he says nervously. "I thought about doing four, but . . ."

"Three nights is plenty," you interject. "If I remember correctly, it's about an hour and a half drive. We'll have an amazing getaway and be back in plenty of time for you to prep for the 49ers game the following week."

"I love that you already know my schedule."

"Front, back, side to side, Mr. Burrow," you purr, giving him a saucy wink.

"You're amazing," he states, dropping a kiss on your forehead before continuing. "Our bye week is early this year, so it'll be warm enough to make a nest on that rooftop deck and do a little stargazing." He smiles as he thinks about it. "We can take that telescope you got me for my birthday; if the sky is clear we'll be able to see a couple planets."

You bite your lip trying not to laugh. "What?" he asks, grinning at the cheeky look on your face. "I'm dying to make a Uranus joke," you snicker, making sure to pronounce it in the most your-anus way possible. You both cackle for a bit before settling down.

You eventually lean against him and look up into his face. "Thank you for doing all of this. You didn't have to, but I'm glad you did," you whisper, smiling against his lips when he gives you a lingering kiss.

"I wanted to do it. And if we weren't so dang close to camp, I'd do even more." He nips your bottom lip before leaning back. "I've got one more thing to show you," he says, opening another tab before nodding at the computer screen. You lean closer as you read out loud. "Apply for a first-time passport." Your eyes go wide as you look at him. "Are you for real?"

"Totally for real," he chuckles. "I made an appointment for next week to go down and get it done. I gotta take proof of citizenship, a photo ID, the completed application, my blood type, DNA sequence, inseam, shoe size and dick length."

"Flaccid or hard," you deadpan, grinning when Joe snort laughs at your quick comeback. "I'm so proud of you," you continue. "Getting a first-time passport is a pain in the ass, but you can renew it by mail and that's much easier."

"I'll take your word for it," he grumbles, "but I've got big plans once I finally get it."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah. Well, I mean … I hope you'll be okay planning our first big international trip. I'll be happy to help, but I'm gonna need you to take the lead on this, okay?"

"Okay," you whisper, trying hard to hold it together while he continues.

"We have all season to plan something amazing for next off-season. You can pick the destination, and I'll help with smaller things like restaurants and activities." He bites his lip as tears start rolling down your cheeks. "I hope those are happy tears since I made you cry the sad kind earlier tonight," he mumbles, his gorgeous eyes so filled with regret that you cry a little harder.

"They're major happy tears," you sniff, staring into his eyes as he wipes your tears away and drops kisses in their place. "I know your fav place to be is at home," you sniffle, "and . . ."

"My fav place to be is where you are," he interrupts. "Doesn't matter if that's here at home or halfway across the world; wherever you are is where I wanna be." He quickly sets the laptop on his bedside table before pulling you close. "I love you," he states, leaning into your caress as you raise a hand to play with his hair. "I love you, too," you whisper, pressing kisses on his face before locking eyes with him.

"Can I be honest with you?" you ask.

"Of course."

"I'm still going out Friday night."

"Damn!" he grumbles.

"I'm teasing!" you giggle, sticking your tongue out when he narrows his eyes at you.

"Trying to rile me up, huh?" he asks.

"Maybe a little."

"That's cute," he states, giving you a loaded look. "But I know exactly what you'll be doing Friday night."

"What?"

"Wearing something short, tight and low-cut, a pair of fuck-me pumps and some dick-sucking red lipstick." He gives you a smug smile. "But instead of wearing it to the club, you're gonna wear it for me."

"Here at home?"

"Yep, date night. I'll get dinner delivered -- whatever you want -- plus flowers, Champagne and anything else you want." He punctuates this statement with a filthy wink before continuing. "Then I'm gonna fuck you 'til you can't see straight."

"Sounds like a plan," you purr, sliding your panties off and sling-shotting them across the room. "Can we get an early start on the fucking part?"

"Yes, ma'am," he growls, both of you smiling ear-to-ear as he shucks his undies off before pushing up on one arm to look down at you, his tousled curls tumbling over his forehead as he uses his free hand to caress your breasts, your smiles morphing into something much more primal as his mouth captures yours.

[be0mcore]

Hey:) I rlly love ur writing and was wondering if it'd

be ok to req a txt reaction to them not seeing u the

morning after and assuming the worst but like ur just

in another room 💀 (also if ur not comfy with that that’s completely understandable! 💙)

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ txt waking up without you the morning after

hii!! dw i'm perfectly comfortable doing this request!! ty!! <3

genre: fluff, crack, slight angst

tw: slightly suggestive, swearing

❥˗ˏˋyeonjun ´ˎ˗

◦ he wakes up all groggy and sleepy from the night before. his muscles are aching, his clothes are on the floor, and he is absolutely ready to pepper your face in kisses. so he turns around ready to snuggle up when,,,,,, you are not there. as in: gone. left. vanished.

he just lays there with a small pout, trying to process what's happened. and then it hits him. you're like,,, actually not there. concern levels: rising. detective yeonjun mode: activated. he will not accept you not lying next to him, so he decides to search after you.

he calls out your name, but no reply. he looks under every nook and cranny and you're just not there. it isn't until he stumbles into the kitchen that he finds you there, in his shirt which really turns him on, making breakfast. "yah!! y/n!! what were you thinking!!" he half scolds with a pout, pulling you close. "sorry junnie, just making breakfast" you reply, which is definitely not a good enough excuse for him. so, as punishment, he gives you a deep kiss and then pulls you back to bedroom to commence round 2.

❥˗ˏˋsoobin ´ˎ˗

◦i honestly don’t even know how you escaped from his grasp in the first place. after you did the dirty, he hung onto you like a koala. your head buried in his chest, his hands running through your hair, soft kisses every five or so seconds. but by some miracle you managed to get out of bed to go brush your teeth.

the man the myth the legend himself wakes up, but doesn’t open his eyes at all. but he notices that your body warmth is not there anymore, which means that he needs to pull you back to him. he starts moving his arm around lazily trying to find you, but you’re nowhere. when he realises that the bed is cold his eyes immediately shoot open. and sure enough,,,, u ain’t there :((

immediately starts overthinking. did you enjoy yourself? did he do something wrong? did he upset you? he replays every minute of the previous night in his mind to figure out if he did something wrong, but he can’t figure out what. by the time you come back to bed, you’ve got a sulking, sleepy soobin waiting for you. as soon as he sees you, however, his eyes light up and he instantly widens his arms for an embrace, in which you happily comply.

❥˗ˏˋbeomgyu ´ˎ˗

◦the absolute worst decision you could’ve ever made. what were you thinking. u absolute monster. first he gets super confused, rolling his arm around on the mattress aimlessly trying to grab you. but then he realises your side of the bed is cold and you’re gone. so he cracks his eyes open, and for some reason just assumes that you’ve left him. forever.

i think gyu is bit of an over-thinker omg twins so he doesn’t really rationalise in that moment, but rather lets his anxiety take over. he genuinely thinks that he did something wrong or hurt you, and you’ve left him for good. immediately starts planning the 8 page apology letter in his head.

he’s so caught up in his thoughts that he doesn’t hear you coming into the room until you’re standing right in front of him. he looks just looks up at you like “i thought you left me 🥺” and your heart literally breaks. so you immediately wrap him up in your arms, call him an idiot, and then proceed to kiss away his worries. after that he makes you pinky swear that you’ll never leave before he wakes up ever again.

❥˗ˏˋtaehyun ´ˎ˗

◦honestly have you seen this mf? probably will not give a single fuck. he’s rational and knows that you’re probably just around the house somewhere 😭. you can’t fool this man, he can literally hear you taking a shower in the other room, so he gently goes back to sleep.

but then it hits him… you’re showering…. in the other room…. without him????? y/n what the fuck???? he will not accept this. so you bet your ass tae grumbles out of bed and marches straight to the shower. the bathroom was door was wide open so this idiot walks right in, zero fucks given.

he calls out behind the shower curtain and just goes “love, i think you forgot something 😗”. you pull back the curtain to see what it is, expecting him to be giving you a towel or something, but instead you’re met with the one and only mr kang fully undressed with his hands on his hips. “showering without me, huh? now who told you that was a good idea?”. he hopped in and needless to say, showed you exactly what you were missing out on.

❥˗ˏˋkai ´ˎ˗

◦omg this boy does not even notice you’re gone in the first place. wakes up like three times, and then falls back asleep within two seconds. after prince charming has gotten all his beauty sleep, he wakes up and decides he’s gonna wake you up too but like,,, super romantically. should he wake you up with a soft “hey baby”? should he kiss you? or should he call you darling instead? should he tell you he loves you?

once he’s decided on his plan, he musters up the courage to roll over, and his heart is lowkey racing at the thought of waking you up. so he rolls over and,,,,, you’re not there. his brain glitches and he just stares at your empty space, trying to process. he isn’t even panicked, he’s just straight up confused. so he decides to go out looking for you so that he can carry out his super romantic plan.

he finds you in the kitchen stirring your coffee, so he comes up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist, muttering a soft “morning beautiful” in your ear. he sees you blush, so he instantly considers himself successful. that is, until you turn around and go “good morning angel” before giving him a peck on the lips and walking off to the bedroom, leaving him in a flustered mess at the kitchen counter. y/n: 1, kai: 0. but don’t worry, he’s got a bunch more up his sleeve ;)

[c0smopolitan]

Idiot in love

A/n: I've been away for a while because of lack of motivation but I'm back! This was sitting in my notes but i fixed it up and think its good enough to post now. “Welcome and Goodbye” pt 1 coming soon. Lmk if u want a happy James fic soon. Enjoy!

Warnings: Angst, no comfort, no happy ending. James potter x f!reader.

Summary: you help James get ready for a date with the love of his life.

You knew you fell hard. You were an idiot to fall in love with someone whose heart belonged to someone else, but you did.

You hated yourself for feeling this way. You thought he knew how much you loved him. But he never paid attention to you. It was always Lily. Their anniversary was coming up, and all you could do was help James prepare to confess his love.

“Thanks Y/n,” He hugged you and you hugged harder, enveloped in his warmth. “You’re such an amazing friend.” He whispered. You feel yourself choke up. “Of course James,” You pulled away from the hug and smiled, “anything for you.

He smiled back and continued preparing the balcony for his dinner with Lily. You laid on the couch and watched as he scrambled to put his last finishing touches on everything.

He paused and groaned in frustration. You furrowed your brows as he came over and sat on the couch next to you. “I’m such a bloody idiot,” you look at him in confusion and he put his head in his hands, “I forgot to get her a gift.”

You look at him, rubbing his back as he mumbles about getting Sirius to run out and fetch one when you get an idea. “I have something.” He shoots his head up and looks at you, “what is it?” You hand him a piece of paper. The piece of paper you planned on giving him months ago to confess your love. You never signed it or used his name, you never thought you would give it to him.

He furrowed his brows and read the paper. “Y/n,” he looks at you surprised, “this is beautiful. He smiles down at the paper. “Did you write this?” You look at him shyly and nod. “Whoever you wrote this for is the luckiest guy in the world.” He laughs. “This is perfect, this is everything Lily deserves to hear. Thank you.”

You don’t trust yourself not to spill if you speak, so you settle for a nod.

As soon as you get up you hear a knock on the door. He gets up excitedly and walks over to the door. You walk over to him as he opens it letting Lily inside. She looks stunning, a beautiful light blue dress that matched perfectly with her skin tone. Her hair was done in a way that fitted her perfectly. She looked perfect. She was perfect.

“Oh hey, I didn’t expect to see you here.” She smiles and leans in for a hug. You hug her back. “She was just helping me with some stuff.” She nods and you make your way out the door. He doesn’t spare you a glance as he grabs Lily’s arm leading her over to his balcony. You smile at them one last time before closing the door behind you. You break down on your way home. You were an idiot for falling in love.

[callsign-dexter]

I'm Fine

Request: hey love I just saw your angst starter sentences list and I don’t know if you are still doing it so if you aren’t just ignore me lol I have a few so you can pick and choose(or if you don’t like any of them you don’t have to do them no pressure)

maybe with Tim Bradford and daughter you could use

-you’ve been crying, i can tell.

Starter- You've been crying, I can tell.

Pairings: Tim Bradford x Daughter!Reader

Warnings: angst, cussing, assault to a minor, hospitals, inaccurate medical talk, abusive coach

Masterlist

miscellaneous angst starters

A/N: Thank you to the person who sent this in! The same request from the same requester that had three different starters. The other two fics can be found here: Jake Seresin x Daughter!Reader and Maverick x Daughter!Reader.

It was rare for Tim Bradford to take a day off but ever since you, his 17-year-old daughter, was born you he had been taking more of them off and you were glad for that. One you got your dad and two he actually had time to wind down and focus on himself along with taking care of himself. He had just arrived home early in the morning, 6:30 AM, on Thursday from work he knew that would be getting up soon and you would be starting your routine of getting ready to go school and then softball practice right after. He started to get your lunch and then he was restocking your cooler with ice and drinks and some snacks that you had in your Trailblazer, once he was done, he picked it up and grabbed your keys and headed out to put it in your trunk so you didn’t have to carry too much at once. When he went back inside, he heard the shower running and smiled. He made himself busy with things in the kitchen and the laundry room where he went and got your practice clothing out and made sure they were dry and then put them in your bag. By the time he was done you had walked down the stairs with damp hair and when you saw him you smiled. “Hey, Dad.” You said and he looked up, smiled as you walked over and hugged him.

“Good morning, Sweetheart.” He said and kissed the top of your head as you buried your face into his chest. “Sleep well?” He asked and you nodded and then released him from the hug.

“Yea, I did. Did you have a good shift?” You asked as you moved to make yourself something to eat as he leaned up against the counter and watched you. “Coffee?” You asked and he shook his head.

“No, thank you. I’m planning on falling asleep as soon as you leave.” He said and you chuckled as you poured yourself some.

“So… have you confessed your love to Lucy yet?” You asked him smirking as you took a sip of your coffee made just how you liked it.

“Y/N.” He said with a warning tone and you rolled your eyes but still smirked.

“Oh, come on. Everyone can see you are in love with her and she is in love with you.” You said and when he didn’t say anything you knew you had won, sort of. You had met Lucy a few months back and saw the immediate heart eyes they had for each other. You and her really clicked.

“Don’t you have to get to school?” He asked as you looked at the stove and set your coffee down.

“Fine. We’re not done talking about this.” You said as you went to collect your backpack, lunch, and softball bag.

“Yes, we are.” He said and again you rolled your eyes.

“Whatever.” You chuckled “I have practice after school.” You said already dreading it because you hated your coach and he tended to overwork your team to the point of any of you getting hurt or sick from the little to none water breaks and the running without stopping and again no water.

“I’ve already packed the cooler and put it in your Trailblazer. Now get going before you're late. Be safe and I love you.” He said and pulled you into another hug and kissed your head again.

“I love you too.” You said and released him from the hug and you were out the door heading to your Trailblazer and off to school.

You had arrived at school, with plenty of time to spare, you parked next to your friend’s, Samantha Nolan, John Nolan’s daughter, your friend and fellow softball team member, 4Runner. You and her have been friends since the start of middle school and often stayed with each other. It was just a coincidence that your father’s worked together. You just sat in your Trailblazer just trying to mentally prepare yourself for the day and what is to come at practice. Lately your wrist and shoulder had been hurting and with you pitching it made it much worse and then batting made it worse. You tried to say something to Coach Theo Morgan about it but he just said to suck it up and deal with it. Your trainer Amanda Fender and assistant Coach Liam Colt just looked on with sorrow in her eyes, she tried to help but Coach Morgan wouldn’t listen to them and would threaten to fire them if they were brought up again. Several parents were complaining about how bad Coach Morgan was and how their children were breaking down to Coach Colt and they had even compensated by pulling their kids from the team. You haven’t told your dad about it because you didn’t like conflict and he had enough on his plate to begin with. You absolutely loved playing softball but lately you’ve been dreading even playing and starting to hate it.

When you looked down at your Trailblazer’s clock and saw it was time to start heading in, you killed the engine and grabbed your backpack and lunch and headed inside. You were quick to meet up with Samantha. You both had pretty much all of the same classes together which helped a lot. “Hey!” She said and hugged you.

“Hey.” You said and winced a little bit when your shoulder moved the wrong way and she frowned when she released you.

“You, ok?” She asked and you shook your head.

“No, my shoulder hurts when I love it a certain way and so does my wrist.” You said and she looked at you as you both began walking to your first class of the day.

“Have you told your dad?” She asked and again you shook your head.

“No, he has enough on his plate. You know how it is.” You spoke

“What about Coach Morgan?” She asked but knew the answer when you gave her a look.

“You know he doesn’t give a shit about us. All he cares about is winning.” You said and she made a face and nodded agreeing with you. “Even if I told Amanda about it, she wouldn’t be able to do anything about it.” You added and again she nodded in agreeing with you. You both arrived at the classroom and went and sat down in your seats, which were right beside each other, and then a few minutes passed and the school day started.

The rest of the day went by quickly, maybe a little too quickly for your liking because now you had to face Coach Morgan and the hell that he was going to put you through. The softball field was just a little bit behind the high school so it was only a short walk to the field. When the last bell rang everyone was let out and you had gone to your Trailblazer along with Samantha, who was parked next to you, and you both traded out your school backpack for your softball gear. You both headed to the locker rooms chatting away. When you arrived, your other teammates were there doing the same thing and everyone greeted each other and then started to complain about how today was going to go and how shitty of a coach that Coach Morgan was.

Once everyone was changed and had grabbed their gear you all were heading down to the field. Everyone started to warm up and had to wait on your coach, who never seemed to care to actually show up on time so your assistant coach, Coach Colt, started your practice. He was a better coach than Coach Morgan because he actually cared about his team members. Practice started easy and it was actually fun then the pitching and batting started and as soon as you threw the first pitch your shoulder screamed in pain and so did your wrist and your pitch was off and this concerned both Coach Colt and Trainer Amanda enough for both of them to walk up to you. “Are you ok?” Coach Colt asked and you nodded not wanting to say anything even though Coach Morgan wasn’t there. They gave you a look and you believed you could trust them.

“No, my shoulder and wrist have been killing me.” You said and they nodded and Trainer Amanda started to press around and when she got to a point you winced and drew back.

“How long has this been going on?” Coach Colt asked

“Since last week.” You said and they gave you a look and a frown “I tried to tell Coach Morgan about it but he just said to suck it up and get on with it.” You added and they had a look of anger on their face.

“Why don’t you go sit down and we’ll get the relief pitcher in.” Coach Colt said and you nodded and went to sit down as your other friend Elizabeth Summers walked up to the pitching mound after giving you a sad smile. You were just glad to have some rest. 30 minutes into the practice Coach Morgan showed up and when he saw you sitting on the bench, he grew furious and stormed over to Coach Colt.

“Why the fuck is Bradford sitting on the bench and not on the fucking pitching mound?” He screamed and everything was silent and everything halted. Nobody liked Coach Morgan and were terrified of him.

“Her pitches were off because her shoulder was hurting and so was her wrist. So, Amanda and I are giving her a rest.” Coach Colt said defending you and trying to keep calm.

“I don’t give a fuck if she’s hurting. You have to work through the pain. No pain, no gain.” Coach Morgan said “I want her back on that pitching mound this instant.” He said and turned to you as you were picking up your glove and heading to the mound looking at Elizabeth who gave you a sympathetic look. You were a great pitcher and because of that you worked harder. They walked away from you to stand on the side “Now begin!” He yelled and you clenched your teeth and got ready to throw the ball already filling your shoulder scream in pain. You took a deep breath and wound up and threw the ball and as you released it tears came to your eyes and they clenched shut but opened them quickly, it had made it to the catcher’s, Samantha, glove like you planned it but it still fucking hurt. Samantha threw the ball back to you. This exercise went on for about 2 minutes just to get you warmed up and each time your shoulder and wrist screamed in pain. “Ok, I want to go onto the next drill!” Coach Morgan yelled “Coach Colt will be hitting the ball to different positions and everyone will be throwing it just like in a game.” He yelled and everyone nodded. You stayed put as well as everyone else as Coach Colt walked up and started the drill. Each time you caught it and threw it your shoulder screamed in pain and you were throwing some wild throws and that just pissed him off. “Time out!” He yelled and stormed over to you and grabbed you by the arm and practically drug you off the field and started laying into you. “What the fuck was that?! It’s like you’re not even trying! You’re supposed to be my best pitcher and you’re pitching like shit! I don’t give a fuck if your injured, you work through the pain!” He yelled and tears stung your eyes. Off in your peripheral vision you could see everyone looking and grouped together. Everyone knew you were hurt and tried to do something but they got punished or threatened to be kicked off the team. You weren’t paying attention to him and that pissed him off “Are you even fucking listening to me?!” He said and shoved you and then grabbed the front of your shirt and got up in your face.

“I am. My shoulder really hurts.” You tried to defend yourself and then he let go of your shirt and you thought it was over but then he raised his hand and slapped you in the face which made you step back and crash into the fence and head hitting the pole, you looked up holding your face and tears actually fell from your eyes.

“I don’t fucking care! How do you expect to become a professional?!” He said and grabbed you again and you were terrified and your face showed it and about that time Coach Colt and Amanda were rushing to your aid and Coach Colt pulled Coach Morgan off of you as Amanda shielded you.

“That is enough. Her shoulder and wrist have been hurting for weeks and you simply ignored her and threatened to kick her off the team if she said anything. That’s right we’ve heard all about it.” Coach Colt said

“That is not an excuse!” Coach Morgan yelled

“Yes, it is. Any more pushing and she could damage her shoulder and wrist for good and she won’t be able to play at all.” Amanda said as she held your crying form. Coach Morgan huffed and stormed off and left. Coach Colt turned to the rest of the team.

“Practice is over. Go home and rest, we’ll let you know when the next practice is.” He said and everyone nodded and started to gather their stuff and head to their cars not bothering to change then he turned to you and Amanda. “Are you ok?” He asked and you shook her head which you must’ve hit because shaking it caused it to throb and you had some blood running from your temple and your ear was ringing. “Here let me see.” He said and put a comforting hand on yours and slowly moved it and he grew angry. You had a handprint from where Coach Morgan had slapped you and his wedding ring must've got you too because you were bleeding from your cheek bone and bruising along with some swelling started to form. “I fucking hate that guy.” He said “You really need to go get checked out.” He added.

“I just want to go home. I’ll get cleaned up there.” You said

“Are you sure? One of us can take you to the hospital.” Amanda said and you nodded “Is anyone home with you?” She asked and you nodded. They knew Tim and Nolan were police officers and knew their schedule.

“Yea, dad is home.” You said in a quiet voice. Just then Samantha walked up with yours and her stuff.

“I’ll make sure she gets home safely.” Samantha said and that made you jump because you didn’t hear her walk up. That concerned them.

“Thank you, Samantha.” Amanda said and she smiled as she threw an arm around your shoulder and began your trek to your cars.

“You are not ok to drive.” She said and you looked at her.

“No, I am. I just want to be home.” You said and she nodded.

“Ok, just take it nice and slow, ok.” She asked and you nodded.

“Ok.” You said as you both put your stuff in your cars and then both got in and started your drive home. As you were getting closer to your house your vision was starting to get blurry with tears and a little bit of double vision was starting. Lucky for you, you had just pulled into your driveway next to your dad’s truck. You killed the engine and started to bawl. After a few minutes you wiped your tears, grabbed your backpack and softball bag and headed inside. You were moving slowly but straightened up and tried to walk normally. You turned the handle of the door and walked in being met with the TV on and your dad in the kitchen. You say your stuff down by the front door and then walk in with your head down and he smiled at you.

“Hey, Sweetheart. How was school?” He asked

“It was good.” You said and he frowned because he noticed how your voice croaked.

“Are you ok?” He asked and you nodded.

“I’m fine. I’m just going to head upstairs and get ready for dinner.” You said and you didn’t give him a chance to say anything as you rushed upstairs. When you got to your room you looked into the mirror and saw the damage, the handprint had darkened and there was more running down your face. Your shoulder and wrist hurt. It wasn’t even 2 minutes later when you heard a knock at your door.

“Can I come in?” He asked

“Yes.” You said as he opened the door.

“Y/N are you ok? You’ve been crying, I can tell.” Tim said

“How can you tell?” You asked with a scratchy voice.

“Your voice croaked like it always does when you’ve been crying. Also, you're my daughter I know these things." He said with a chuckle and you had let out a little one. You had your back to him and when he turned around, he instantly became angry.

“Who the fuck did this to you?” He asked as he walked up to you and gently grabbed your chin to look at you.

“Coach Morgan.” You said quietly

“That son of a bitch. Why did he do this to you?” He asked releasing you.

“My pitches and throws were sloppy because my shoulder and wrist had been hurting for weeks and he got angry and pulled me off the field. He cussed me out and then turned violent and then slapped me hard enough to push me into the chained linked fence hard. His ring cut him and my ear has been ringing ever since. My head hurts too from hitting the pole.” You said and Tim was angry but not at you. He had released your chin when you had begun talking.

“I'm taking you to the hospital and I’m going to take pictures of this and do something about it.” He said and you nodded and he pulled out his phone and began taking pictures of your face. When he was done, he ushered you out of your room and down the stairs to his truck where he was helping you get in and then he got in himself and started the engine, he pulled out of the driveway and started driving towards the hospital.

When you both got there, he made sure to park close by and then he killed the engine he first got out then he walked over and helped you out. On the way to the hospital your vision had doubled, the ringing intensified, and you had become dizzy to the point of almost throwing up. You were almost in the hospital when you suddenly went to the trash can and threw up. “Woah.” He said and rubbed your back after you were done you wiped your mouth and headed inside where he told you to go and sit down. Tim walked up to the front desk and got a forum to fill out. You had told him you were dizzy and having double vision. He walked over and sat down next to you and began filling out what was needed, answering the questions with ease. You leaned against his shoulder on your non-injured side. 

“I don't feel good, Daddy.” You said and he turned to look at you. You had turned pale and looked overall exhausted. “Wanna go to sleep.” You said and he shook his head.

“No can do. Not until we get you checked out by the doctor.” Tim said and you nodded trying your best to stay awake. He was quick to fill the rest of it out and stood up causing you to sit up and took the clipboard to the front desk. He went and sat back down and you cuddled into him. Thankfully the ER wasn't that busy and you were getting called back quickly. They were put in a room and then Gino Brown, Jackson West’s boyfriend, walked in and stopped.

“Officer Bradford, pleasure seeing you again.” He said with a smile then turned to you “Y/N, what happened?” He asked as he began taking an assessment and hooking you up to a monitor. 

“Coach Morgan hit me and that caused me to slam into a pole.” You said slurring your words. 

“He really did a number on you.” He said, “I'm gonna shine a light in your eyes.” He said and you nodded but squeezed your eyes shut from the moment.

“I'm sorry.” You apologized, opening your eyes and he shook his head.

“No worries.” He said and shined a light in your eyes and your pupils were slow to react. He sighed and turned towards your dad but could still see you “I think she has a concussion but I want Dr. Sawyer to confirm.” Gino said and he nodded he was about to leave when you spoke up.

“I think I'm gonna be sick.” You said and they could've sworn you had turned green and Gino was quick to grab a bucket and you threw up. When you were done you were catching your breath when all of sudden your eyes rolled into the back of your head, you tensed, and you began to seize, which was not normal.

“Woah! Ok.” Gino said and was quick to roll you on your side and then instructed Tim to help as he stepped outside “I'm gonna need some help in here!” He yelled out and two other nurses and Dr. Grace Sawyer rushed in.

“What happened?” Grace asked, quickly taking over Tim's place as the other nurses were quick to get an IV in and you hooked up on fluids. “Give a push of Midazolam. Are you ok with us giving her a sedative just to let her brain rest?” She asked calmly and Tim nodded truly scared for his daughter.

“We were talking and she was slurring her words and I was about to come and get you when she got sick. When she was done, she was catching her breath and then her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she started to seize.” Gino said after pushing the medication in and you stopped and then he pushed a sedative in and they saw you visibly relax.

“Get her hooked up to a monitor and get her admitted. I want her to get a CT scan as well.” Grace said and everyone nodded and then she turned to Tim. “Now what happened to make her look like this?” She asked.

“She said Coach Theo Morgan, her softball coach, hit her and that caused her to slam into a pole.” Tim said as she motioned him to walk with her. 

“Him. We have had a lot of kids come in with shin splints, stress fractures, broken bones, and concussions. Y/N is the worst case we've had. We've never had one come in slurring words, complaining of dizziness, getting sick, and then seizing.” Grace said as they arrived at the CT scan normally, they wouldn't let anyone in the viewing room but seeing as Tim was a police officer, they let him. They watched the screen scan your brain. “Everything looks good from the scan. The seizure sometimes happens with a concussion. I want to keep her out and here for a few days and recheck in a couple of days.” Grace said and Tim nodded. “I also want to take an x-ray of her shoulder and wrist since it said on her paperwork about them hurting her.” She said and again he nodded.

“Can I get all of this in a report and the others? I'm gonna do something about this once and for all.” Tim asked and Grace nodded.

“Of course. I want this guy to go away.” She said as they moved you out of the CT scan and then they followed you to the x-ray room. They took the x-rays and it turns out that you did have a stress fracture to the wrist and a dislocated shoulder along with a stress fracture in it as well. Tim was outraged. You would need surgery before having your shoulder moved back in place.

When they got you changed into a gown while Tim made some calls. He walked back into your room; he saw you sleeping, he looked over your injuries and grew enraged. It wasn't long until Lucy was knocking on the door and he looked up surprised. Sure, he had texted in a group chat that you had made and he reluctantly was a part of, but he was surprised that anyone had shown up.

“Lucy, what are you doing here?” He asked surprised as he stood and she walked into the room and she hugged him.

“I saw the group chat and figured that you shouldn’t be alone so I came down.” She said and they released from the hug.

“Thank you, that means so much to us.” Tim said and offered her his chair while he grabbed another.

“So, what happened?” She asked and he told her all about it and how this wasn’t Coach Morgan’s first-time harming kids. “That is awful. Are you going to press charges?” She asked and he noted. 

“Yes, and I’m going to take him to court. This isn’t his first-time harming kids.” Tim said just then Grace walked back in and smiled and greeted Lucy.

“She’s going to wake up soon.  When did she last eat?” She asked

“Last time she ate was in the afternoon at lunch.” He spoke. It was 8 PM now so it had been 8 hrs.

“Since it has been 8 hrs. we can go ahead and run some bloodwork and then get her in surgery in the morning.” Grace said “I just need your permission.” She added.

“You have my permission.” He said and she smiled and nodded.

“Gino will be in here in a minute to take the samples. The sedative should wear off here in an hour.” She said and Tim nodded and she left the room. A few minutes later Gino was walking in and getting samples and then sending them off to the labs. 

“He really did a number on her didn’t he?” Lucy asked and Tim nodded

“Yea he did. It pisses me off.” He said and then it fell silent. Like Grace said an hour later you were waking up. Tim and Lucy were up in an instant.

“Daddy?” You asked groggily.

“You’re ok, Sweetheart. You’ve been admitted.” He said and then you looked around and saw Lucy and smiled.

“Lucy.” You said and she smiled and walked over and bent down and kissed your forehead.

“Hey, Mini Tim.” She said and Tim rolled his eyes. You had gotten the name because you were just like your father in more ways than one. 

“Sweetheart-” Your dad began “Your shoulder is dislocated and fractured and your wrist has a stress fracture in it. You also have a concussion and you had a seizure.” He told you and you took in the news. “You’re having surgery on it in the morning and staying here for a couple of days.” He said and you looked at him.

“Will I ever be able to play softball again?” You asked 

“That’s a question for Grace.” He spoke 

“Grace is my doctor?” You asked and he nodded and you smiled.

“Gino is your nurse.” Lucy said and that made you even more happy. A few minutes later Grace and Gino walked in and smiled when they saw you were up. 

“It’s good to see you up.” She said “I’m sure your dad already told you what is going on.” She added and you nodded “I ran a CT Scan on you to make sure nothing was damaged after the hit to the pole and there wasn’t anything.” She said “We ran bloodwork and everything looks good and we have you scheduled for tomorrow morning to fix your shoulder. Do you have any questions?” She asked and you nodded.

“Will I ever be able to play softball again?” You asked and she smiled.

“After physical therapy we will reassess but I highly believe that you will be able to.” She said and you smiled. 

The rest of the night was filled with talking and then Lucy had to leave and now it was just you and your dad. You stayed up for a little bit longer until you fell asleep and then after he made sure you were good and asleep, he allowed him to sleep your heart monitor luring him to sleep. 

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The next morning Tim was being woken up by a knock on the door and Grace and Gino were walking and he smiled. They began talking and that had woken you up. They greeted you and then began the process of talking to you about prepping for surgery and what they planned on doing. After a few minutes they were wheeling you into the prep room and had you count down from 100 and before you got to 88 you were out like a light and they were wheeling you into surgery. 

Tim was a nervous wreck; he had let everyone know what was happening and he wasn’t surprised that they had shown up. Wesley, Angela, Nolan, Lucy, Jackson, and Talia had showed up, they asked how it had happened and he told them. He told them how he was going to press charges and take him to court. Wesley said that he would be your lawyer. He also had called your school and let them know what was going on and then he called your assistant coach and trainer and they were down in an instant. They told him that they tried to tell Coach Morgan to back off but they were threatened to be fired and they watched the entire thing happen. Tim told them his plan and they supported him and said they would testify and knew other parents would too. 

1 hr. later they were done with surgery and Grace was walking out to them. “Everything was a success and she is to make a full recovery.” She said and she left and Gino and a few other nurses were wheeling you into your room. You were groggy and slept a lot. When you fully woke up you noticed Coach Colt and Amanda there and you smiled.

“Hey.” You said to them and they greeted you back. Every now and then you would nod off and they let you sleep as much as possible and Gino along with other nurses were in and out checking on you. They had put a few screws in your shoulder and fixed your dislocated shoulder. 

On your third day of being in the hospital your dad had to leave for a few hours but Lucy said she would stay with you. You both gossiped and you even talked about her being in love with your dad and how he wouldn’t admit it but he was so in love. When your dad came back you both acted like nothing happened but he had his suspicions.

On the fourth day you were finally released and were given instructions on how to take care of your shoulder and what exercises to do to keep your wrist and elbow from locking up. Your dad also told you that he had pressed charges against Coach Morgan and to take him to court as well and he talked with the sports director at school and the principal. 

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Court day arrived and you were dressed up and so was your dad. You walked into the courthouse and met Wesely and he hugged you gently. He obtained all the medical records from you and other cases and Tim had given him the pictures he had taken. Court started and it was tough going at first but it was turning in your favor when Wesley presented medical records from you and others along with the pictures and had you along with other team members and passed team members testify along with parents. Coach Colt and Trainer Amanda both testified.  It was a long-drawn-out process. There was a break for the jury to decide if he was guilty or not and it didn’t take them long. They came back and gave the judge the verdict and when they said guilty it was all over. Relief washed over you. Wesley turned to you and smiled. Coach Morgan was arrested for harming and putting a minor in the hospital and he was banned from coaching for life. You thanked Wesely profusely. “Thank you so much.” You said and he smiled.

“You’re part of the family and this family sticks together.” He said and then gently hugged you and kissed you head and then left. You and your dad left after talking to the others and Samantha, who had come and testified she also had provided a video that she secretly took and gave it over to evidence. Tim and you sat in the truck and you sighed in relief and he looked over and smiled.

“Everything is going to be ok now. He’s gone and can’t hurt you or anyone else anymore.” He said and leaned over and brought you in for a hug and held your head and kissed it.

“Thank you, dad. For everything.” You said and he smiled.

“Anything for my girl.” He said and then you smirked and he raised an eyebrow. 

“So, when are you and Lucy going to get together?” You asked 

“Not this again.” He said and you laughed and that made him smile. One of these days you were going to get him to admit it.

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Part 9<-

Part 10

Pairing: Changbin x Reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Angst

Warnings: 18+, under 18 DNI!, Smut, Suggestive Themes, Swearing, unprotected sex (just don‘t), overstimulation

Word Count: 4.5k

Note: Changbin at the gym? A classic. Yea maybe I discovered a new kink since that Talker episode. I hope you like this part. Comments, Likes and Reblogs are as always a blessing.

On your first day of your new job as the personal manager of Stray Kids, you didn't expect to be standing in front of the man you made out with last night in a club. But it soon becomes clear that the Stray Kids don't just want you as their manager.

Will this passionate arrangement end your career?

He had really tried. With all his self-control. He might have figured he wasn't as strong as he thought after all, but it was too late now anyway.

"Bin? What...?"

Your soft voice broke off as he finally pulled those damn leggings down and pressed you against the locker, making your hands slam hard against it.

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When Changbin had offered to go to the gym together so he could help you with your workout plan, you were already nervous, however you had also been looking forward to it.

Normally you hated going to the gym. As soon as you walked in and got a glimpse of all the fit bodies glistening with sweat and hard-earned muscles flexing, based of their efforts, you wanted to flee and never look back.

However, Changbin kept talking about his training and now that the gym in the JYP building had been renovated, you wanted to give it a chance.

Since he was also kind of the personal trainer of the other boys and definitely knew a lot about fitness, you felt much more confident.

He had assured you that you would be alone, without prying eyes from others, and that was reassuring on one hand, but so much worse on the other.

Alone with Changbin as your personal trainer?

That sounded like the beginning of a porn movie you'd secretly love to see.

Changbin was already standing outside your office, leaning against the wall. His hair was a mess from the stressful day, and fluffy strands fell into his forehead. He carried a bag over his shoulder and smiled when he saw you.

"Hey Bin", you smiled at him.

"Hey, Y/N. You ready?"

"Sure. I'm a little scared. Don't push me too hard, okay?", you laughed, swinging your backpack onto your back. You only had gym clothes and two bottles of water with you. Changbin said you didn't need more.

You were about to walk down the long hallway together when the door to Chan's studio opened and Han stuck his head out.

"Oh Y/N, going to the gym with Changbin? Good luck!"

"Thanks...", you mumbled a little unsettled and Han grinned even more before disappearing back into the room. They clearly had a conversation about it beforehand.

Changbin just laughed darkly beside you, which didn't help.

"Don't worry. We'll take it slow."

Once inside the gym, you were amazed. It was very modern and no one else was here. After all, it was the middle of the night and usually there were only 3Racha left in the building.

"Wow. This turned out really well."

Changbin nodded:

"Yes. The renovations were badly needed. Now there's everything you could wish for."

He led you into the locker room so you could change and placed his bag on the bench in the middle of the room. There were wooden lockers on the walls all around and even a fancy shower right next to them. You set your backpack down as well and sighed softly.

"Do you want me to go outside?", he asked uncertainly. He didn't want to disturb your privacy while you were changing. You shook your head while getting your black leggings and black sports bra out of your bag.

"No, it’s alright. You can change here too."

Changbin hesitated for a moment, but then nodded and began to take out his clothes as well. While you were slipping out of your jeans, he turned his back to you, took off his hoddie, and put it on the bench.

He really didn't want to look, but he risked a quick glance anyway. He almost turned into a drooling mess when he saw your round ass and had to bite down hard on the inside of his cheek to keep from staring at your light blue lace underwear like a pervert.

Han even bet that he wouldn't last 5 minutes before he wanted to fuck you and although Changbin would deny it, Han was right.

You had taken everything off by now and were standing with your back to him in just your underwear.

He knew it was wrong, that he should just turn around instead of staring. But when your hand moved to the clasp of your bra, he still looked a few seconds longer.

When you were standing in front of him in just your panties, he had to put a hand between his legs. He really really shouldn't have looked. Your tempting back was enough to shoot the heat between his legs.

Before turning around to put on your sports bra, he quickly turned away and continued to change. As he did so, he couldn't stop thinking about your bare skin and the curve of your ass that would fit perfectly in his big hands.

As soon as he had pulled on his shorts and a tank top, he hurried out of the locker room with a short:

"Meet me outside!"

A little puzzled, you looked after him, and followed as soon as you had put on your leggings and sports bra. He just set a water bottle on the counter and looked to you as you tied your hair up in a ponytail.

"What are we going to start with?", you asked, motivated, and he glanced around the room.

"We'll start with a warm up. Then I'll show you some exercises, and we'll do them in intervals."

"Alright! Sounds not that bad."

Changbin was a good trainer and he got you sweating within seconds. However, with each move he explained how to do it properly and all the muscle parts you would be working out with it. When you were completely wiped out after only a short time, he was just getting warmed up. Scorching breaths rushed through your lungs and pain began to prod at your stomach, spreading all the way down to your thighs and legs. Your limbs howled in agony.

He was strict, but didn't stop motivating you and at some point it was fun, even if everything hurt and you were sweating.

For the entirety of the session, for every exercise, Changbins hands got lost, wandering over your curves as he corrected your stance or instructed you on proper breathing through each repetition.  

His little touches as he helped you maintain your balance sent instant electrical impulses through your body. He just looked so good, with his pumped biceps, his trained torso and the sweat on his face.

You had to restrain yourself from touching him at every opportunity to feel his muscles under your fingers.

"Come on, I know you can give me one more, gorgeous!", Changbin said, spotting you from the front as you laid back on a mat while doing your last few sit-up's. He held your feet firmly on the ground, by your calves, cheering you on to do some more. His attentive gaze never wandered, glued to every part of you as you performed the exercises.

"Well done, doll", he praised as you struggled yourself up once more, abs burning, and chuckled as you dropped to the floor, stretched out like a starfish. Your head throbbed and your chest pounded. You needed a minute to summon air back to your lungs.

But he pushed you unbearably further into the next exercises.

With every touch, his fingers stayed pressed to your hips a little longer than necessary when he held you straight during push-ups.

He tried not to let it show, but seeing your long legs tighten with every movement, feeling your thighs under his fingers as soon as he helped you and how the sweat made your perfect skin shine had more impact on him than he showed.

You, too, could barely think straight as he gave you assistance with squats.

"You must always keep your back straight and bend your knees at a 90 degree angle until you feel it burning in your thighs", he explained expertly and had his hands firmly on your hips as you did the first squat.

He stood so close behind you that his chest grazed your back for a moment and when you squatted, he just stared at your tensed ass as it brushed against his middle.

"You need to push your back more, bend the knees, lean into the movement!"

You could feel his fingers digging harder into your sides each time after several repetitions.

"Like that?", you asked when he suddenly stopped explaining.

You did notice that he was staring at your ass and let out a small smirk but not saying anything. Then he cleared his throat and quickly averted his eyes from your ass, which was brushing against his bulge every time. Glancing over your shoulder, you could see how red he was, even though he was only giving assistance.

"Ah... Yes... Yeah you're doing good."

While counting your thirty squats in your head, almost letting your legs give out from the effort, he could think of nothing but sinking into you from behind and your perfect ass pressed against him with every thrust.

Your strained gasps and the little sighs that escaped you each time only spurred his imagination more.

"I hope I'll be able to walk tomorrow", you pressed out with a giggle, and god you had no idea what you were doing to him.

"I can't promise that”, he replied with a throaty laugh, but he sounded distracted.

At some point you felt the reason for his tense posture. Something on your butt felt increasingly harden and after a few seconds you realized what was up with him. Your heart pumped the heat to your ears and you tried to seem unbothered.

When you finished your exercise, he quickly let go of you and turned around, pretending to want something to drink.

After watching you for a whole hour, your body shaking with exertion, your shiny skin and your little exhausted sounds, he couldn't stop himself from getting hard.

But he felt dirty. He wanted to help you with your workout and all he could think about was how he wanted to fuck you hard against the nearest wall. Embarrassed, he held his water bottle in front of his increasingly hard length.

You took advantage of the brief pause and took a breath. You were exhausted and every muscle was burning, but it was a pleasant feeling.

"What now?" you asked after a short while, looking at him with energetic eyes.

"You really have endless motivation. The boys could really learn something from you."

Actually, he just wanted to lock himself away somewhere, jerk off while thinking about your sweaty body, and be ashamed of it afterwards.

But it would be too conspicuous to break off now, just because he had a boner.

As you straighten up, you suddenly frown in pain.

"Ow! Shit”, you cursed, grabbing your shoulder but not reaching the spot on your spine that hurt so much.

The sudden pinch in your back made you groan loudly, and Changbin immediately came over to you with a concerned look.

"What's wrong?"

"My back suddenly hurts", you pressed out, and that's when he knelt down behind you on the mat. His thighs bulged with muscles that strained under his skin whenever he moved.

"You probably just pinched something”, he reasoned aloud, feeling down your spine from your neck, to your lower back.

"Yea, your muscles are strained and probably pinched a nerve. I can release that if you want. I do it all the time with the members."

Of course you trusted him, so you nodded.

"Yes. Okay."

"Lay on your stomach," he said, so you complied and folded your hands, under your chin, trying and failing to ease the wild drumming of your heart against the mat as he climbed over you. His knees fell on each side of your hips, his thighs grazing your ass. And as he lowers himself to place his hands along your spine, another part of him brushed over you, igniting your face with embarrassment. You reminded yourself that he's simply wanting to help you.

Changbin tilted his pelvis against the curve of your ass, an unmistakable weight pokes the base of your spine. More heat rushed to your face.

"Just relax... This is just to help with the pain."

His voice was calm, but he clearly enjoyed the soft feeling of your ass under his body.

He began to squeeze the round flesh of your hips and massaging the aching bands of muscles above your ass. He worked his way up your back and his strong hands on your heated skin made you close your eyes.

He probably enjoyed the touch more than he should, but he couldn't stop. Only a stifled moan made its way up your throat, your body sagging under the warm press of his palms.

"Does it fell better?", he asked and you couldn't answer him. A loud sigh floated from your mouth as he nudged more weight on the pinching area. It hurts, not a bad kind of hurt, but it shifted your mind into dizziness.

"I want to hear you, doll!", he said with a raspy voice.

"Yes, it helps”, you answered him and buried your forehead in your palms to keep from gasping out loud as you definitely felt the throbbing weight in his shorts grazing your ass cheek. Your stomach is squished into the mat as he leaned over you. While he massaged your back underneath your bra a wobbly breath escaped you.

"I really like that workout clothes on you."

His hands disappeared almost completely under the fabric of your sports bra and traveled down your sides until his fingers touched the bare skin of your breasts.

"Since it was the first workout, I think we should stop for today. You did well, but otherwise you're overworking your muscles."

Relieved, you nodded. You honestly wouldn't have survived another exercise. Your muscles felt like jelly, and if Changbin came that close to you again, you'd go nuts.

He gave your hips one last lingering squeeze before his hands vanished from your body. You found yourself missing the uncomfortably close touch. Changbin's hands had worked magic on your sore muscles.

Your underpants had become wetter and wetter with each time he had grabbed your hips during the exercises, aligned your thighs, or just randomly stroked along your belly.

You wanted to feel his fingers somewhere else, and that's why you couldn't concentrate on the workout once you felt his hard member against your ass.

"You can go ahead and get changed", he said, still holding the bottle in front of his private parts.

"I'll be right there."

As silly as it sounded, it was like he was undressing you with his stare.

You nodded slowly and had to squeeze your thighs together at the sight of his sweaty torso. The tank top was sticking to his abs since he had been doing pushups with you and his hair was falling tangled in his forehead. He looked so hot that you had to force yourself away from the sight of him.

When you disappeared through the door into the locker room, he threw the bottle in the trash and stared at the closed door behind which you were probably undressing.

Had he really imagined your intense stares and slightly suggestive gasps?

The images in his head were driving in circles and he knew he couldn't take it anymore.

Just as you opened the locker to get your things, Changbin bursted into the room. You turned around and had to bite your lower lip when you saw the tent in his shorts.

"I'm sorry, but I can't help it. You're driving me insane", he growled, already pushing you against the locker as he slammed the locker door shut with the other.

With a gasp, you felt his erection against your lower abdomen and his strong hands on your hips, pressing you firmly against the lockers.

He licked his lips and watched your face with a dangerous glint in his eyes.

"Bin, what-", but you were interrupted by his lips crashing mercilessly against yours. He kissed you so tumultuously and hurriedly that your hands immediately flew into his hair and tugged at it. He grinded his length in heat against your body and you could feel it growing with every second.

Chaotically your tongues met and his huge shoulders completely shielded you from the rest of the room. He was all over you, kissing you with all the dirty desire that had built up over the last few hours.

"I need you. Now!", he panted still at your swollen lips and reached for your ass, kneading it tightly through the tight leggings so that you lifted off the floor.

He grabbed the back of your thighs and pulled you up, making your already wet pussy touch the crotch area of his shorts. Eventually slamming your back against the empty lockers.

Immediately you wrapped your legs around his waist to pull him even closer, and with your back pressed against the metal, he kissed along your jawline, up to your neck, where he immediately sucked and worked big hickeys into your skin that you probably couldn't easily hide.

"You're so cruel... I couldn't think of anything else the whole time but ripping those damn leggings off you", he mumbled into your skin, cupping your boobs with his hands. Veins stood out from the workout on his forearms and that only turned you on more.

"Fuck... Binnie", you gasped, overwhelmed. Even his sweat smelled seductive, and you tugged at his strands of hair in desire as he ripped the sports bra off your body at the speed of light.

Immediately he twirled one nipple between his fingers while roughly kneading your other breast.

"Even your tits are perfect", he growled, eyeing your half-naked body aroused. In his gaze was pure greed for you and your body, which made your panties and leggings completely soaked.

You pressed your thighs even tighter against his sides and rolled your hips against his to get more friction between your cunt and his bulge.

With shaky fingers you ripped the tank top off his body and finally you had a clear view of his muscular body. He was breathtakingly beautiful. Every one of his muscles tensed under the touch of your fingers and you couldn't quite realize that you could finally feel his perfectly built abs so tight against your skin.

You brought nothing but excited gasps from your lips. Changbin's sudden attack drove the heat into your veins and feeling his immense length through the fabric drove you insane. It was clear that his dick was huge, since everything about him was big, which put you in joyful anticipation.

But Changbin was too impatient. He needed to feel you and he needed to feel you now.

"I need your pussy so bad", he said almost desperately and lowered you down.

Before you could catch your breath, he turned you around by your hips and pressed you so hard against the lockers that you panted loudly.

Little whimpers and moans kept escaping him, which would have been cute if he wasn't so dominant with his hands.

"Fuck. I can't wait to feel your soaked pussy around my cock", he murmured as he was already pulling down your leggings along with your panties. You somehow got rid of them and kicked them off.

You got goosebumps as your skin and core were suddenly exposed to the cold air, but you already felt him ripping off his shorts and boxers.

His movements were so hurried and violent as he couldn't take it anymore. The last hours had been torture.

With his hands he pressed you rough against the locker so that your hands and cheek leaned firmly against it and your breasts were pressed against the cool metal.

This sight of your ass and wet cunt completely at his mercy made Changbin's thoughtfulness overshadowed by pure lust. Your mind emptied. No thoughts lingered as desire crowded your brain. He started urging his hardness between your ass cheeks.

You already felt his tip at your entrance when he lined up behind you, and his throbbing dick was thick and obviously massive. With a quick movement, he brought your hips into position and then sinked into you from behind with his entire length.

"Shit. You're so tight", he cursed as your walls nearly crushed him. He thrusted slowly deeper and deeper and you feared being torn apart by him stretching you out. You moaned loudly and he moved slightly so you could get used to it.

"You take my cock so well... good girl."

The pain quickly turned to pure arousal, and the way he filled you up perfectly made you dig your fingernails into the locker.

"Is everything okay?", he asked, breathing heavily as he was completely absorbed in you and you felt his balls pressed against your clit.

You couldn't open your eyes as every movement rattled your insides.

"Mmmh... Binnie, you're so... big. Filling me out...", you gasped and his tone automatically softened.

"I can stop if it's too much, babe.”

Quickly, you shook your head against the locker.

"No. Please Binnie! Please fuck me! Fuck me as hard as you want!"

Your shaky voice and strained back made his dick inside you twitch impatiently.

"You're so goddamn sexy, babe", he growled, and as he slowly pulled his length back out of you, a desperate whimper escaped you.

Without hesitation he slammed into you, making you scream and squeeze your eyes tight with your chest pounding. Your eyes rolled back and grunts came out of his gritted teeth, as your mouth hung open in a quiet scream. He found the g-spot almost immediately. He thrusted harder, hitting it every time. With each time he penetrated deeper. The sight of your cockdrunk face against the locker, the sharp moans bursting from your throat as pain blooms in your core and the way your ass wiggled every time made him go insane.

"Do you know how hard it was to hold back? All those times you bent over for me like the good girl you are...", he said between harsh grunts.

It wasn't long before he increased the pace, moving your hips against his with each thrust, until the room was filled only with your desperate moans, his gasps, and the filthy sound of skin slapping together. The squelching of your swollen cunt, mixed with your desperate, tearful pleas:

"Please, it's too.. too much, Bin..."

The filthy, wet clap of his skin against yours rises, echoing in the empty lockroom and definitely also outside at the gym. The snapping of his hips became more violent and his balls slapped against your clit with each time, making your head completely foggy.

"Gotta stretch every part of you after the workout, doll."

The vertiginous heat reaches its high and bliss overwhelmed you as you were on the edge.

"Say my name slut!"

His words made you fall apart even more. He was completely addicted to you while you moaned his name in the most beautiful melody he had ever heard. His fingernails dug into the soft skin of your ass as he fucked you without mercy against the locker, which creaked loudly with each thrust.

Your whole upper body was by now pressed firmly against the wood and your nipples were hard from rubbing against the door.

Pornographic sounds came from you and you moaned his name like a mantra that brought you to your climax. Your lids fluttered. Your back flexed, as stuttered sobs ripped themselves from your throat when you finally came.

As your walls tightened around Changbin, he grunted:

„I think I have to break my promise. I'm going to make sure you can't walk tomorrow!", while hitting all the sensitive spots that made you a mess.

"Don't stop, Binnie! Please come inside me!"

Even though you were already ruined, you wanted him to come inside you.

"You're so good for me, doll. So good", he sighed.

Your words motivated him to go harder inside you, pushing so deep it almost felt uncomfortable. Your suddenly tightened around him again and your orgasm gripped you again, making you gasp loudly as you saw stars behind your closed eyes.

But he didn't stop thrusting into you and overstimulating your sensitive pussy. However his thrusts were getting sloppier, his cock twitching inside you.

He was too distracted by your sore pussy and how it looked wrapped around his throbbing cock to pull out, filling you up with cum.

The thrusts stopped but he was still inside you. His musky scent surrounding you. You grew dizzier and couldn't hear him trough the thick fog in your head. Your thoughts are mush by now, your words nonsense and he too was completely lost.

Breathing heavily, he rested his chin on your shoulder and your bodies stuck together as sweaty as they had not been during the workout.

Protectively, he put his arms around your body, turned you to face him, and brushed your hair out of your face.

"Sorry, baby. I lost myself a little."

The fog slowly cleared, but all you could do was fall exhausted against his chest. Like a precious piece of jewelry, he held you close and caressed your forehead, your nose, your whole face with his lips. You weren't sure if you would ever be able to walk again, but you were lost in drunkenness anyway.

"Come on. Let me get you in the shower and take care of you."

His voice was velvet on your soul and he lifted you up with ease. He carried you into the shower of the gym and lowered you there. Slowly the strength returned to your shaky legs, but he insisted on soaping your hair and helping you cleaning yourself up.

Under the warm stream of water, he massaged your scalp, rinsed your hair, and spread the shower gel over your body with soft touches.

"Binnie?"

Questioningly, he looked at you as you said something for the first time again. His faithful eyes examined your tired face with such care that your heart beat faster.

"Huh?"

"Are you my personal trainer now?"

An amused smile was on your lips and he washed the soap off your shoulders with a chuckle.

"If that's what you want, I'd love to."

"Will training always be like today then?"

"I hope so."

The corners of his mouth lifted and he stroked his fingers along your jawline, up to your temple, like he's tracing the contours of a portrait.

While you were enveloped in steam and the fresh smell of lemon and wood of his shower gel, you put your hands to his chest and kissed him.

It was a sweet, almost innocent kiss. Like the first kiss you had with your crush as a teenager. His hands cupped your cheeks and he pulled you closer.

You felt safe, secure and wanted. It was a comforting feeling and finally you had found the word that described how the boys made you feel:

Like home.

->Part 11

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Warning: Angst, mention of pregnancy, swearing

pairing: Jenna Ortega x GN! Reader

story type: one shot

A/N: It's a short and painful one. Part 2? or let's settle with this ending. Also, it's not proofread...

You got your first job as a barista and met Jenna, who was already working there for 2 years now. At first, you weren't sure if she liked you or not, so you only talked to her if it was necessary, but one day, she approached you and exchanged numbers.

Both of you got to talking, and soon enough, you found yourself falling for this girl. You have had your fair share of heartbreak and that not just in romantic relationships. You confessed having a crush on her. She rejected you but wasn't pushing you away. She wanted you to stay. She wants you to stay. So, you stayed.

Soon, she became busy with her acting activities, which you respected and continued to maintain the communication, but one day, she may have had a bad day and took your joke personally. You who has their hearts on their sleeves took that as a sign. You have been too clingy.

You didn't want to be that person in her life. So, you stopped texting her, and at work, you only talked to her if it was necessary. The teasing and the joking around vanished.

It has been weeks since you two had a conversation. "Hey- uhm- can we talk?" She nervously said. "Sure, right now?" You are getting ready to go home because your shift ended. "I- I don't know if it can wait." Jenna continues. "Okay. Then shoot." You nod towards her while you're fixing your jacket.

"Can we talk outside not in here." She drags you out through the back door where the trash are. You silently waited for her to talk. "Remember the manager of my agency?" With that start, your entire mood shifted. You knew who she was talking about. You knew this guy. This guy who is married but still look at his talents like they are not at the same age as his kids. This guy is the definition of disgusting.

"We kinda started talking-" You stopped her mid-sentence. "Talking? I- Jenna, this guy is married and has fucking kids the same age we are. He introduced me to his wife the other day while preparing his coffee." You couldn't contain the anger that is rising up.

"I- I'm pregnant."

That's when your whole world went into spiral. There was ringing in your ears. "Jenna, I love you, but this was a dumb thing to do. I know you are intelligent, but believing in his lies. Does he know?" You honestly let out. "Not yet. But I know the feeling is mutual." She desperately wants to convince you or herself. "Mutual? Do you think he'll leave his wife and kids for you? That's only 5% out of 80% because the rest are scattered between your other co-workers at the agency." You start to phase back and forth.

"What are you going to do? Are you going to keep the baby, and how about your dreams of being an actor?" You stopped phasing and looked into her eyes. It was watery and bloodshot. You couldn't hold on anymore. You stepped in front of her and embraced her. That's when her tears fell.

"I want to keep the baby, but I also want to keep auditioning, and I also want him to be involved. This is his responsibility, after all." You heard her say despite being muffled in your embrace.

You sighed. You let go of her and took a step back. "Jenna, why are you telling me this? If you already know what to do?" You coldly said. There's just one sentence repeating in your head, and you definitely don't want her to say it out loud.

"I- I saw how good you are with kids, and I was hoping that you would help me if he doesn't." The hesitant in her last words came to you like a truck in high speed.

"You want me as your backup plan."

This time, you are the one who has watery eyes. You just couldn't believe it. After years of long-distance relationships, you finally found someone who you connect with in person but fucks with you, like this. You let your tears fall.

"I'm sorry. I love you, but this. It's too much. I'm sorry."

and with that, you left her there standing. You went back inside the shop, took your belongings, and went home.

[roosterforme]

Batting Practice Part 12 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Bob asks you to go out for drinks at the Hard Deck as a thank you for helping out all week, and there's a special someone waiting for you when you get there. After meeting some of Bradley's other friends, the bubble you had been living in bursts, and you're left questioning everything. 

Warnings: Fluff, angst, swearing

Length: 3300 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female single!mom Reader

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You managed to bumble your way through practice with Bob on Monday, mostly running around in your suit and taking care of whatever he needed. Your phone conversation with Bradley the night before had left you with just a few functioning brain cells, so it was a good thing you didn't need to take charge.

In fact, if you were left to your own thoughts for too long, you started thinking about how wet his voice made you. And you kept picturing the photo of his hard cock that you had shamelessly saved to your phone in a locked folder with personal items such as your tax return.

You felt flustered all week, and to make matters more interesting, Molly surprised you at practice on Thursday. 

"I had the day off!" she told Everett, scooping him into a hug when he climbed out of the car. The absence of the Bronco made you frown a bit as you circled your car to where your sister was tickling Everett. 

You kissed her cheek. "We had no idea you'd be here!"

She grinned at you as she sent Everett ahead toward the bleachers. "I have a date tonight," she sang in an obnoxious voice. "With Coach Cute Glasses."

"You do?" you gasped, happy Bob had taken the initiative. 

"Yep. We're going on a little stroll through the park after practice and then grabbing a late dinner."

"Molly!" you squealed, taking her by the shoulders and shaking her. "Bob is so sweet. Do not ruin him."

She turned to look at him out on the ballfield, and a soft smile touched her lips. "I make no guarantees." You and she started walking, and she held your high heels for you as you changed out of them. "Oh, and actually, Bob has something he wants to ask you, too."

"Me? What?" You had no idea what your sister was talking about, but as soon as you got to the bleachers, Bob came over to the three of you as you changed Everett's shoes.

"Hi, Molly," he said softly, and you watched your sister do the unthinkable. She planted one hand firmly on his chest like it belonged there, and she kissed him on the cheek. You watched him turn bright red, and all of the other moms looked like they were about to reach for their pitchforks. 

"Hey, Coach Cute Glasses," Molly said with a laugh that had Bob fiddling with his whistle. "I'm excited for our plans tonight."

Sandra and Tara appeared about ready to rage, looking between you and your sister like the two of you had stolen the most priceless of treasures. But you supposed you kind of had.

When Bob finally recovered, he asked you, "Team Mom? Can I take you out for a drink tomorrow evening as a thank you? I wouldn't have made it through the game last Saturday or the practices this week without your help."

"I'll stay with Ev for you," Molly added, nodding her head. "You deserve it."

"Oh, that's not necessary, Bob," you protested, but then Molly was glaring at you. "Okay, sure," you said, sending Everett out to start warming up. 

"Great," Bob said, and you followed him out to home plate as Molly sat down on the bleachers. "There's a Navy officer hangout called the Hard Deck. You want to meet me there after work?"

"Sounds good. Thanks, Bob."

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Bradley felt a little dirty every time he pulled up the photos you sent him, but he really enjoyed scrolling through the progression of seeing you in your bra to seeing you bare for him. You were something else. So sexy. So funny. So smart.

It was Friday morning, and he had one more flight simulation to go. And if he skipped lunch, he could probably get home by dinnertime. Bob had mentioned that he was taking you to the Hard Deck for drinks tonight, and Bradley desperately wanted to get back in time for that. He couldn't wait to see the look on Nat's face when she met you.

Bob had also told him about his date with Molly. He gushed about how much he liked her for fourteen messages in the text thread, and Bradley didn't know how Bob managed to pull this one off.

Bradley hit the road for the long drive back to San Diego, deciding to skip changing out of his uniform. His khakis weren't the most comfortable thing in the world, but at least he'd get back sooner. He wound along the coastal roads, passing some ballfields on the way. He was pretty sure Everett would be able to make a real pitch team by next spring, but Bradley was definitely going to have to work on some things with him before then. It was okay, they had almost a year to get him there.

Bradley had also been thinking about what he could tell the kids in Everett's class about aviation during his career day speech. The fact that Bradley was looking forward to that still kind of shocked him.

The sun was setting when Bradley pulled into the Hard Deck parking lot, and he spotted your car right away. Then he spotted you, heading for the entrance in your tight, black skirt and heels.

"Kitten!" he called out the open window, and you spun around to face him with a smile on your face. He quickly found an empty parking space and barely had the Bronco in park before you were there. "I missed you," he said, climbing down and closing his door. 

Your arms were instantly around his neck, and you were kissing him so sweetly. "I didn't know you would be here," you whispered against his lips. Your hand trailed down his chest to play with his pins while you nibbled on his lips. 

"I drove straight through to get back to you sooner, Kitten." That seemed to do something to you as you parted your lips and tasted his tongue.

He turned and pinned you against the Bronco, licking and kissing his way up your neck. "You look hot in your uniform," you moaned. 

"You wore my favorite skirt," he mumbled, and you gasped as he ran his palm down the front of it. You were rubbing yourself against him with your fingers tangled up in his hair, and Bradley was hard as a rock for you. 

"Bradley," you whimpered as he nuzzled his nose down the front of your blouse. He kissed and tasted the tops of your breasts while you scraped your nails along his scalp. You were so sweet. His mind was flooded with thoughts of getting you in his bed with your tight skirt bunched up around your waist and your pussy overflowing with his cum.

He kissed you hard, making the back of your head tap the side window. "Can I take you home, Kitten? Skip the bar?"

You eyed his face in the dim, dusk light. "Yes, but I need to have one drink first," you promised him, running your fingers along his mustache. "I told Bob I'd meet him."

Bradley groaned and kissed your fingertips and then your palm and the inside of your wrist. "Just one drink. Then I get some alone time with you."

When Bradley wrapped his arm around your waist, you snuggled in next to him, kissing his bicep just below his uniform sleeve. "I can't believe you wear this out in public," you muttered, running your fingers along his pins again. "I think I changed my mind. Let's leave now."

Bradley chuckled and held the door open for you, guiding you inside the noisy bar with his hand at your lower back. "One drink," he reminded you. "Then you're mine, Kitten."

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You felt warm and flushed all over as Bradley guided you through the crowded bar. There were people in uniforms and some in civilian clothes, and you spotted Bob near the pool table as he waved to you. 

"Team Mom!" he announced as you and Bradley neared him. "And Rooster, you made it back," he added, fist bumping Bradley. You had never heard anyone use his call sign before, and it made you laugh. 

"I forgot your name was Rooster," you said, smiling up at his face as he lazily rubbed your back. "What's yours, Bob?"

You watched his cheeks flush in embarrassment. "It's actually just Bob."

"Oh," you said, thoroughly confused as you were immediately introduced to a beautiful woman who went by Phoenix.

"So, she's the Team Mom," she said with a devilish grin in Bradley's direction. "I think that would be your aviator call sign. Team Mom. Also, I'm still pissd you don't have another sister." Phoenix sighed and shook her head at you.

You laughed as she offered to buy you a drink, but then Bob stepped in. "No, it's on me! It's the least I can do since you gave up so much of your time this week to fill in for Bradley. What do you like?"

Bradley leaned down and kissed your temple and murmured, "Expensive champagne." He was making your tummy feel warm, the way he was being so affectionate in front of his friends and colleagues. You turned to look at him and he kissed you softly. 

You pulled away, suddenly feeling shy; five more minutes in the parking lot with him and you'd have been fucking on his backseat, but apparently this was too much.

"I'll have a beer. Thanks, Bob," you managed, cuddling up next to Bradley's side as Bob headed to the bar. 

"Hey, Rooster. You playing us a song tonight?" drawled a handsome blond man who was smirking at you. 

Bradley glanced down at you. "You like Great Balls of Fire?" he asked.

You gave him a strange look. "As long as you're talking about the song and not some sort of medical condition, then yes, I do."

Bradley started laughing with his head tipped back, and you grinned as the handsome blond laughed, too. "You're funny. My name's Jake," he said, shaking your hand as Bradley meandered a few feet away to sit down at the piano. 

You introduced yourself to Jake and listened to the tinkling sound of the keys as Bradley warmed up. You had no idea he was musically gifted, but you were excited to hear him play. He was probably one of those severely annoying people who was good at everything. He started playing the song, and even his singing voice was good. 

"So, how do you know Rooster and Bob?" Jake drawled, drawing your attention back to him just as Bob handed you a pint of beer. 

You thanked him and took a sip. "My son is on their tee ball team."

"How old's your kid?" Jake asked, smiling at you in a way that had you a little flustered. 

"He's almost seven." You were still distracted by Bradley, and now he was looking at you as he played. He winked only at you, even though he was starting to draw a crowd.

"I love kids," Jake informed you. "Hey, when you're done that beer, let me buy you another one."

"Oh, okay," you agreed, and then Bob called over to Jake.

"Come on, Hangman. Leave our Team Mom alone!"

Jake looked at you with renewed interest as you drank your beer. "Oh shit. So you're the Team Mom. I've heard a lot about you."

You were really surprised. "You have?" you asked as Bradley finished playing the song. You clapped for him along with everyone else, and then he was making his way back over.

"Yeah," Jake replied with a laugh. "You're the hot mom that Bradley is never going to date, because moms aren't his thing."

Your smile immediately vanished from your face. "What?"

Jake waved his hand in the air while he sipped his drink, as if you were supposed to know exactly what he was talking about. As if you weren't immediately on high alert and having a difficult time breathing. "You know...too much baggage. Complicated. Not worth the aggravation. That sort of shit."

You were frozen in place, barely able to speak. "He said that?" Your voice sounded tiny and your throat was tight. You ran your fingers along your neck, trying to make sense of this.

"Yeah, he went on and on the one night we were all hanging out."

Bradley had told his friends he would never date you. He had said you were too complicated. He told them you weren't worth his time. And now he was walking your way, smiling at you like you were still expected to go back to his place after this and let him fuck you. That had been his plan the entire time.

"But listen," Jake added. "I don't feel that way at all. If you're interested, I'd love to take you out to dinner." You thought maybe Jake was a little drunk, because he couldn't stop talking and then he reached out and stroked your cheek with his knuckles.

You gently grabbed his hand and guided it back to his side, just as Bradley rushed over with an irate expression. 

"The fuck?" he asked Jake.

"Hey, it's cool, man. I get it," Jake replied. "She's so hot, I can't believe you won't date her just because she has a kid. But good for you for getting her to agree to come out tonight. No reason you can't enjoy her."

You gasped and took a step away, knowing you needed to escape now with your dignity intact, but Bradley was immediately focused solely on you.

"Kitten."

You handed your pint glass to a random person, and then you were stumbling over your own feet, trying to get to the door as quickly as you could. Time seemed frozen, and you felt like you were going to throw up as you rushed past people who were happy and laughing. You could vaguely hear Bradley's voice behind you as you tried to get away. 

Once you were outside, you sucked in a deep breath of the salty air and fumbled in your pocket for your car key as you started running.

"Kitten!" he yelled, and you could hear the crunch of his boots on the gravel, and you knew that you would never be able to outrun him. So you skidded to a halt and rounded on him instead. A lot of things in your life were scary, like paying your bills, and making sure Everett had everything he deserved. But you would not be too afraid to stand up for yourself. You would not let another arrogant asshole determine your behavior for you.

As Bradley stopped abruptly in front of you, his face was illuminated by a street light, and you hated him for being so handsome. "Kitten. I can explain," he promised, holding up his hands in surrender. His brown eyes were wide as he searched your face.

"Did you tell your friends I'm too complicated to date?" you asked, voice steady as you stepped into his personal space.

"Yes, but-"

You stomped your foot, effectively silencing him. "Did you refer to my son as baggage?"

"Yes, but Kitten, I can explain."

You slapped him hard across the cheek, but his gaze never wavered. 

"I don't need you to fucking explain anything to me!"

"Please." He was pleading, his chest rising and falling as his expression was filled with panic. "Kitten."

"Stop calling me that. I can't believe you were just leading me on for fun."

"I wasn't," he insisted. "I wouldn't do that."

You just scoffed at him and shoved his chest. He grabbed gently for your hands, but you yanked them away and took a step back as tears filled your eyes. "I can deal with getting played, but not Everett! His dad already bailed on him, and I won't let him feel unwanted by anyone ever again! We come as a fucking package deal!"

Bradley was running his hands through his hair in dismay. "I care about both of you." His voice sounded choked up, and you wanted to believe him, but now you knew better.

You jabbed him in the chest with your index finger. "You're a liar," you told him as your tears finally spilled over. "Stay away from us outside of tee ball practice."

"Kitten." He tried reaching for you again, but you backed away, bumping into a parked car which made you cry harder.

"I need to figure out how to deal with Ev," you sobbed. "And don't you dare ever speak to me again." 

You ran for your car as you tried to take gulps of air into your burning lungs, swiping away the tears that were obscuring your vision. It took you a few tries to get the key in the ignition with your shaking fingers, but when you did you cranked the engine and pulled away. You could see Bradley in your rearview mirror as he dropped down into a squat in the dark parking lot with his head in his hands. 

The short drive back to your house was filled with the sound of you sobbing, and you stumbled out of the car and up to your front porch. You leaned against the railing and tried to compose yourself. But this was where you and Bradley had been making out less than two weeks ago after you had one of the best orgasms of your life. So you paced the length of your porch instead, wiping your tears and making sure your breathing was even. Because even though it was late enough now that Everett was surely in bed, you were going to have to contend with Molly.

"Hi," your sister said as you walked inside. She was snuggled up on the couch reading a book, but when she got a good look at you, she jumped up. "What happened? I thought maybe you'd be staying out later? Or all night since Bradley is back."

You pressed your lips together to try to prevent them from shaking, but Molly knew you too well. She was across the room collecting you in her arms immediately. When you started crying again, she didn't stop you, rather she just let you get it out of your system.

Finally, you were able to whisper, "Bradley told all of his friends that he'd never date me, because I have baggage."

Your sister's loud gasp was vindication to your soul, but you didn't like the price it came with. "That fucking prick. Does Bob know about this?"

"Probably," you said softly against her shoulder. "He must."

"I'll call him right now," Molly said, but you grabbed her tighter. 

"No, please don't. You had an immaculate first solo date with him last night which ended in a hot makeout session. I don't want the three ring circus that is my life to start messing up yours."

Molly kissed your cheek and promised, "Your life is not a three ring circus. And Everett is not baggage. And Bradley isn't worth your time if that's what he thinks. Now let me help you get changed for bed."

Molly helped you out of your black skirt, something you had hoped Bradley would be doing just a few short hours ago. And then you washed your face and brushed your teeth while shaking your head at your puffy eyes in the bathroom mirror.

You ended up climbing into bed in your bathrobe while Molly plugged your phone in. "You have thirty missed calls and seventeen text messages from Bradley."

"Ignore him," you whispered, pulling your covers up to your chin. "What am I supposed to do about Ev, Molly? He's so attached. Oh my god, I can't believe I did this. I knew better!"

"Shh," she replied, climbing into bed next to you. "I'll sleep over and take him to the game in the morning. And I'll deal with everything."

Eventually your exhaustion took over, and you fell asleep next to your sister, holding her hand in yours. Your last waking thought was a feeling of thankfulness that you had only mostly fallen in love with Bradley. 

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rejection || bright sun

|| series masterlist || next // previously

parings -> ( eventually ) enhypen x reader genre -> soulmate au, fantasy au, angst warnings -> none ( I think ? ) word count -> 1.4k

y/n's perspective

Declis Academy, Riverfield Academy, IST Korea Academy, and Bright Sun Academy were being integrated…

Declis was known for primarily being a vampire school. Riverfield is a hybrid school that contains half-human creatures like dragons, animal hybrids, and werewolves. IST Korea Academy is a school mainly for humans. While Bright Sun Academy is for anything magic.

Fairies, Witches, Sirens, etc…

Many people were scared but also open-minded… I was open-minded until…

“So stay away from me and my friends,” he said as he walked away.

“What do you mean you got rejected?” Wonyoung asked with disgust written in her face. “AND BY A VAMPIRE!” Eunchae yelled

“It doesn’t matter,” I said as I ate the ice cream my roommates offered me. I looked pathetic… crying over a man… my soulmate.

Someone made for me… not even my soulmate wanted me? “Come on… our witch student council president shouldn’t be wallowing!” Wonyoung said and I nodded. “She’s right! Tomorrow classes start and so does council” Eunchae said as I was about to eat more ice cream but was soon taken away

“Hey!” I yelled as they sighed. “Look… his loss. You’re amazing, smart, and pretty. So stop being depressed” Eunchae said and I nodded. “You’re right!” I said and they nodded.

The whole night was spent with movies and snacks. 

Of course, we fell asleep only to be rushed since me and Wonyoung had a student council meeting in the morning. 

“OK, the room is done! Now we wait for them” Wonyoung said as the meeting room was clean and ready for the academy 

“Hello” I heard as I saw two people come in. “I’m EJ and this is K. Were from the Riverfield student council” EJ said and I bowed while Wonyoung looked at them judgingly… 

“This is a nice room for the student council, a lot better than our school,” K said as I smiled at his attempt to lighten the mood. 

“You don’t mind the integration do you?” EJ asked and I shook my head. “As stuco president I want to help. So I really don’t mind the integration” I said and they nodded relaxingly.

“Oh, Hello” I heard as I noticed they were humans. “I’m Sangyeon, this is Juyeon. We’re from IST Korea Academy '' he said and before we could introduce ourselves two more boys walked in and I felt my mood completely diminish.

“Ah, hello! I'm Jungwon, and this is Heeseung” the vampires from Decelis said… how unlucky my soulmate who rejected me… Heeseung.

“We need to discuss how we’ll all work. And which rooms we’ll be in. I was told that there are only two student council rooms' ' EJ said and I nodded.

“Oh… I was hoping that I could be in the room with you y/n? It’s just I haven’t been on the student council that long” Sangyeon explained and I nodded but I noticed EJ and K’s discomfort. 

“That’ll leave with Decelis and Riverfield… I know the schools were rivals” I said and EJ smiled awkwardly. 

“Sangyeon, would you mind sharing with Declis Academy?” I asked and he looked hesitant. “You can still come to me or Wonyoung for help” I tried suggesting and he nodded. 

“Sure,” Juyeon answered for the two.

“Ok, before we all go to class. The headmaster wanted to know about announcements and activities the schools will be planning” I said and they all nodded. 

“I’m in charge of event planning and announcements. We do a written agenda given out every month to the dorms for events. I will also announce them and explain in further detail” Wonyoung said and they nodded.

“I think Maki would have a better explanation.” EJ said as he wrote down on the board Maki his event planner. 

“Oh! Jacob and Kevin are in charge of event planning but Chanhee would write scripts for the announcements while Younghoon would actually announce the school’s activities” Sangyeon explained as he wrote it down. 

“Sunghoon would do our announcements and Sunoo and Niki in charge of event planning” Jungwon said and I nodded. 

“Ok then…Wonyoung will discuss that with the members you’ve mentioned. EJ and K we’ll be here in the seventh period until the afternoon so I can explain how we’ll share the room. Sangyeon and Juyeon, you can ask me for help anytime. You can just talk to me when you see me. I look forward to working with everyone” I said but in reality, I felt nervous having to work with Jungwon’s vice president.

“Otherwise me and Wonyoung have first period” I said and everyone nodded as they went to orientation. 

I was packing when I felt a hand on my shoulder sending me sparks… I turned around to see Jungwon look at me in shock.

“I… you’re my soulmate?” he asked and I sighed. “We have to be civil with each other… So whatever rejects me, I accept your rejection.” I said as I grabbed my bag but as I was leaving the room he appeared in front of me rather quickly.

“Why are you rejecting me?!” He said and I scoffed.

 “Ask your student council president”

jungwon's perspective

“I met our soulmate today,” I said finally, waiting to confront Heeseung about it in front of everyone. He looked at me almost as if he wanted me…

I knew he was in love with Sooha… so was Sunghoon, Jake, and Jay

“OUR SOULMATE?!” Sunoo said excitedly and I laughed. “But she rejected me or kinda did” I said and Niki and Sunoo were the only ones to react…

“She said to ask you Hesseung” I said and he scoffed. “How can I love her when I love Sooha?” He asked and I scoffed. “She isn’t out soulmate… and she is literally meant—“

“Hey guys!” I heard as I saw the girl of the hour… Sooha was a sweet girl. But to reject our soulmate for her was out of the question. 

They started talking to her normally and whipped for her. Niki and Sunoo kept looking at me expecting me to continue talking but I didn't…

I soon see y/n walk in with EJ…

“Huh? Jungwon, where are you going?” Sooha asked me and I shook my head. “I have something to do,” I said as I felt the boys stare at me.

“Y/n!” I said and she looked at me clearly annoyed. “Jungwon I’m busy I’m discussing with EJ about the council room” she explained as the werewolf stared at me questioning my intentions…

“I wanted to introduce you to Niki and Sunoo… Sunghoon is a little occupied and actually shy.” I said, making an excuse as she looked around. “Have they met Wonyoung yet?” she asked and I shook my head. “I think she’s a bit scary,” I said and she laughed…

“He’s right… Wonyoung is intimidating” EJ agreed.

“Sure, EJ i'll meet you in the council room seven period?” she asked and he nodded as he went to get food from the cafeteria. 

“Have you eaten?” I asked and she scoffed. “Don’t act like your my boyfriend” she said and I smiled. “Well, my love I don’t agree with your rejection,” I said and her eyes softened for only a second. 

“You called?” I heard as I saw Sunoo and Niki behind me… “I’m Sunoo! I’m… was? Well I'm the event planner under Won’s council” he said and she nodded. “I help him with event planning in sports and field days' ' Niki said and she nodded as she also bowed. 

“Nice to meet you both,” she said with a smile. She was treating them differently cause she didn’t know they were her soulmates either…

“Ooh! You guys made a new friend and it's not even the end of the day!” I heard and I felt just a little annoyed. “I’m Sooha!” she said and y/n smiled. “Well, it's nice to meet you all. Sunoo and Niki, I hope you get along with Wonyoung. Just a bit of advice when you meet her: bring in some of the cafe’s coffee and pastries. Just do everything she asks and she’ll like the both of you.” she said and they laughed. 

“And if we don’t?” Sunoo said teasingly and she sighed. “She’ll turn you into a bat,” she said and Sunoo’s eyes widened. 

“I’ll get going now I need to do some work,” she said as she went to the cafeteria food. I was gonna follow her when I felt Sooha’s arm link with mine excitedly. “I wanna be her friend!” she said with a huge smile and I sighed. 

“Sooha don’t talk to her,” Heeseung said and I scoffed. “Huh? She seems so nice though… and she’s friends with EJ!” she said and I rolled my eyes. Those Riverfield wolves are already involved?

With our group being cut in half in favor of y/n and Sooha, this would be a long year. 

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[sebastianwallows]

I Needed This

Sebastian x f!reader

Summary - Request for “Hey! Can you do Sebastian and mc age up and on the run from being sent to azkaban and it's getting dangerous but mc just wants to forever be with him through it all no matter what (I don't mind if you add smut here ☺)”

Word Count - 2,120

Warnings - 18+, angst, dark themes, dark!sebastian if you squint?

A/N - I really enjoyed this concept tbh

You had bailed from Hogwarts with Sebastian just short of finishing your 7th year. After everything that happened with his uncle Solomon, Anne and Ominis response to it all, things had been safe for a little while. Everyone kept their mouths closed, including you, and although all of you were broken, things were manageable.

However, since you had been on edge and taking extra precautions, you found out that they had decided to be generous enough to let Sebastian put all this work into school just to take him quietly after the fact, to keep the school's name out of it. Somehow the ministry found out and that had been their plan.

You were ready to risk it all for Sebastian, whether that was in your best interest or not. So you two had developed a nomadic lifestyle. Somedays it wasn't too bad, it was actually incredible to be seeing so many sights and doing it all with the person you loved.

Other days it was scary. The reality was that you were being hunted. It seemed like the ministry knew about the dark magic Sebastian had been invested in and that was their chief concern with him, it wasn't as if he used the killing curse on a random whim one day.

For now the two of you had a small camp set up in Northern Ireland. It seemed safer than staying so close to headquarters and Hogwarts. You sat at the edge your tent, examining a map and thinking about your next move.

Sebastian sat near the fire, cooking for you two. Some local vegetables and meat that had been easy enough to get without drawing attention.

It had been 2 years since the incident with Solomon. And now 2 years you had been running together. The stakes couldn't have been higher, but really you couldn't imagine anyone would even recognize Sebstian.

He had long ago dropped the finer clothing he used to wear. In place he had tall, worn boots; pants that were sturdy, but had seen better days; shirts layered to covered the tatters of the one beneath.

Everything fit him like a glove and it was hard not to admire. He had grown tall, just short of 6 feet. He was big and broad, but full of muscle from the arduous days of your travel. His neck was thick, but hidden by a layer of wiry red hair. His freckles had blossomed even more, you decided, by the days you spent in the sun. His hair had done the same with faint lightened streaks throughout.

He wasn't the carefree boy he was when you met, he was a man hardened with his own guilt and poor choices. He wouldn't ever be the same as is, but that's why you knew you couldn't let Azkaban have him. He wouldn't survive.

"I can feel you staring," he commented, "I'd tell you to take a photograph, but I don't think I'm going anywhere without you anytime soon."

You gave him a twisted smile, shaking your head at how he had at all manage to retain this bits of his old self he brought out on occasion.

"Who knows, traveling for one is much lighter than the both of us." You traced circles in the dirt beside you as you put the map away, many choices of where to go going through your head.

He is face settled in a flat, hollowed expression, "I wouldn't like to be out here alone. I would just as soon turn myself in than leave you stranded."

There it was. You never could quite tell it if was a sentiment from his heart or his way to keep you with him. Did he know you would never abandon him? Did he know that from the first time he snuck you into the library to the tragedies that seemed to follow him you couldn't tear yourself away? Did he know you were infatuated with his charm, his jokes, his looks as much as you were with his safety and happiness?

You gestured towards the fire he was cooking with, "Think it'll be a while on that? For it to be any good anyways?"

He shrugged, leaning back with his palms flat to the ground, "Always does."

"Is there anything you think we need to do in the meantime?" You were hoping the answer was no. You really just wanted to rest with your thoughts for a while.

A strange look showed up on his face, you couldn't quite make out what was going through his head.

"Nothing that is mandatory."

Your brows creased in confusion as you stared at him.

"Okay... is there something else?"

He chewed his lower lip in thought before meeting your gaze, brown eyes boring into yours.

"It's been a long time we've been doing this; moving every week; forced into solitude. I'm not who I used to be. I'm starting to wonder how much longer I can control myself. As a man."

You sat there for a few moments, trying to wrap your brain around what he just said and what the meaning was. He couldn't possibly be insinuating what you thought he was. It's not like he was a wild animal.

You drank in his figure once again, attention on the way his arms bulged at the seams of his sleeves and how his calves did the same. You felt vulgar looking him up and down, but couldn't miss the unmistakable tightness that was now in the front of his trousers..

The corners of his lips curled up in a smug expression as he could tell he got you thinking. He stood up and moved to stand over you were you sat partially inside of the tent.

He squatted down in front of you and reached a hand forward to your cheek, you couldn't stop yourself from leaning into his rough palm.

"You've stayed with me this whole time. You're not doing it for yourself, you're doing it for me. If you're here for me," his thumb ran across your lip, spreading some of the wetness across them, "I need more."

He tightened his grip on you and yanked your head forward, crushing his lips to yours. It was sloppy and harsh as he shifted his position to where he was hovering over you, you kissed him back desperately.

You felt the hot air of him chuckling softly over your lips as he placed a knee between your legs. He carefully, but roughly brought it up to your cunt and you whined embarrassingly.

"That's what I thought," he muttered, releasing your face which forced you down to the tent floor as his weight was on top of you, "take these clothes off. I want to see everything. Please." His voice was a growl and it was clear he wasn't really asking.

You couldn't deny the heat that had built between your legs from his sudden actions. You had longed to be with him, even if this isn't how you expected it to be.

He hardly gave you the chance to do it yourself before he started peeling off your jacket, unbuttoning your blouse, and unhooking the tattered camisole underneath it all that hardly covered your bust.

He groaned as he pressed his face into your chest, putting an arm behind your back to force it into an arch.

" ' so fuckin' beautiful. So soft and perfect."

He held you firmly, listening to your noises of approval while he kissed the tender flesh, using his other hand to squeeze where his mouth wasn't. You gasped an clung to him when he started to bite into your flesh, it was painful but felt incredible all at the same time.

"Sebastian," you whimpered.

"I'm going to ruin you," his word were muffled a he moved his assault up to your neck, leaving a trail of markings on you as he went. You could feel his excitement up against your thigh and you rutted against his body desperately.

He tugged on your ear lobe with his teeth, "Be careful with what you ask for."

Your desire, your want, your need didn't need to be spoken for as he felt how you reacted to such small touch. He couldn't wait to hear you screaming for him, begging for more before begging him to stop because it's so intense.

He sat back and hoisted your body into the tent all the way, allowing the flaps closed and casting a wandless silencio. He didn't need this to be the reason he got caught, no, not as much as he was going to need you after this.

He shrugged out of his layers as quickly as possible, you not hesitating to touch every inch of him. You traced the planes of his muscles, running your fingers over his collar bones and down to hardened nipples.

He hissed at your touch, struggling to get his boots off followed by his pants and underwear off quickly enough. There he was, completely exposed to you. His cock was red and dripping. As you trailed your eyes up his body, you could see the hunger in his eyes.

He tossed your shoes to the side and tugged your pants and undergarments down to your ankles. Now that you were exposed to him, you felt embarrassment as he gazed down at you, as much as you felt lust.

He took a few moments to drink you in before he started heated kisses with you again, exploring your mouth with his tongue while your raked your nails over his taught skin.

"Fuck, Y/N, I've been thinking about this everyday," he slid a hand up your thigh, over your sopping lips to spread the liquid around before harshly shoving a finger inside of you.

He let out a dark laugh at the way you clenched and writhed beneath him with so little inside of you.

"This pussy's so tight and it's all mine. My cock is a lot bigger than this so I hope your ready to be full." He added another finger as he emphasized each word and it took your breath away. It was something you hadn't realized you'd been missing, but with every touch of his you craved more.

The tent filled with wet sloshing as he fucked you with his fingers, painfully slow and hard. You tried to keep your mouth on his to quiet your sounds, but he refused to let you hide them.

He sat back on his heels to watch how your face contorted and breasts bounced with every movement he made. He stroked himself with his free hand, a smirk on his face when he added his thumb to your clit.

"Nobody's ever touched you like this have they? You waited for me, but I can't go easy on you."

You begged him to be inside of you, tortured listening to his soft groans between his words. You wanted to be the one making him feel good.

"Please Sebastian. I want you, I want your cock." You cried out at the sudden loss of contact when he took his digits away, he watched you move your hips toward the air for a few moments, taking in how badly you needed him.

He positioned himself between your legs, a bruising grip on your things as he spreads your leg further, taking in the sight to line his cock up with your entrance.

He slid into you slowly, torturing you both while he sat back on his knees before losing control of himself. He pounded into you, hands and mouth all over your body, he needed to taste and touch every inch of you. When you reached between your bodies to touch your own clit, he grabbed your wrist and pinned it above your head.

"You want to cum, too, don't you, you slut. You're all mine, so I'll let you cum just for me."

He put more of his weight on you now with one hand holding yours down and the other rubbing aggressive circles on your sensitive button. He fucked you raw, sweaty bodies clinging together, partial kisses on each other's lips and necks, while you both felt your orgasm's coming up fast.

You wrapped your legs around him, pinning him to you and he felt the tight feeling he'd harbored for so long explode as he painted your thighs with his seed. You were right behind him as he collapsed against you, you must have been cutting his back open with your grip. His hands hung limply against your soft, wet skin as you lay there trying to catch your breath.

"I wanted to do that for so long," he whispered against your neck.

[weskersluvrrrrrrrrr]

I loved your new Johnny Cage fic. Can I request a “hey I know we are fighting to save earth realm and I know we may all die, but I’m pregnant oops” fic? I love a family man Johnny Cage. Take all the liberties you want!

Johnny Cage x Pregnant! Reader

Fluff

Romantic

Reader is pregnant but no pronouns other than you/they are used

A/n: FOR THE PERSON THAT REQUEST ANXIOUS PREGNANT READER X WESKER IT IS BEING DONE. Angst has been kinda hard for me to write as of late but it'll probably be posted within the next few days. The next two days I will not be posting anything but after that I will get back to posting again. this also takes place around the shinnok fight in mkx.

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The doors busted open and you, kenshi, and johnny all stepped through. Shinnok turned around with an angry scowl on his face, staring all three of you down.

"Oh, sorry ma'am. Didn't see ya there."

"miserable wretch! Insignificant spec of fecular scum! How dare you!" He stood on his feet, shooting a beam of energy at Kenshi and knocked him to the floor.

You fired rounds at him but he merely deflected them, acting as if it was nothing.

"You ready?" You looked up at johnny, smiling as you prepared to fight.

"As always." Rushing towards Shinnok you threw blow after blow at him, but he simply dodged them all. He kicked johnny in the stomach first before narrowly missing yours before kicking you again in the face. Sending you flying to the back wall, you laid there panicking as you watched the fight progress.

Shinnok didn't even have to look at johnny, dodging every single attack with one hand. Johnny only managed to get a single hit in before being lifted into the air, red energy surrounding him. Launched through the air, Johnny's back slammed into the hard walls of the chamber, groaning in pain.

Raiden and Fujin made a mad dash for the amulet, but a burst of energy knocked them away. Shinnok turned to you, staring down at your injured form. Energy shot straight at you, it felt like your life was being sucked out of you.

"They will be the first to join me."

Johnny dived in front of you, blocking you from Shinnoks powers. He was willing to sacrifice his life for you. He waited for the beam to hit him, his death would be inevitable after that. But instead of feeling overwhelming pain he felt little to nothing. A green glow surrounded him, giving him some kind of armor. Getting up off of the ground he looked down at himself before looking back up at Shinnok.

"I'm not sure what the hell that was, but I am sure of one thing. You don't even think of hurting them."

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After a long and grueling fight johnny wavered, unsure if he was going to be able to keep this up.

"Johnny cage! The amulet!" Raiden shouted from behind him. Looking down at the floor before looking at Shinnok, he kicked the amulet over to Raiden. Immediately, Raiden began to suck up the elder god, pulling him into the amulet. As soon as Johnny was sure that Shinnok was gone he rushed over to your side, holding you gently.

"Johnny...did you...?"

"We got him..." He smiled down at you, petting your hair with his head as he held you close to him

"good... I have something to tell you..."

"What's up?" Worry crossed his face, assuming the worst immediately. You sighed and smiled, staring up into his eyes.

"I'm pregnant..."

His jaw dropped, he stared down at you, confused and so excited. He hugged you so tight, burying his head into your shoulder as he rubbed your back.

"How long have you know?! And-"

"i've only known for a few days, i was planning on telling you sooner but I didn't want to freak you out like this before a mission. And I know we're in the middle of a war and everything but I don't think I could wait months to tell you." You chuckled and held him tight too, hugging him as close as you could.

"Wait but... if you knew, then why did you go on this mission?!" He started panicking, asking about why you would ever do something so reckless.

"I didn't want to jeopardize the mission. If I had risked us failing to capture Shinnok because I didn't come I'd hate myself for it."

"From now on, you're definitely not coming on missions. Don't wanna risk losing you or the kiddo." He gently rubbed your stomach, smiling as he thought of being a father

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