#breakfast baseball hat

[typeandcompany]

Up the street Milk Toronto caught my eye with both the Banana Bread Expos hat and their Breakfast pack's Sunny Side Up hat. Beautiful - $72 is a bit rich for a ballcap. But very cool - thankfully they didn't have the Egg hat in my extra big noggin size.

#baseball hats #milk toronto #banana bread #sunny side up #egg hat #breakfast baseball hat

[upsidedownwithsteve]

i've always loved the idea of a sunshiney/hippie reader with grumpy metalhead eddie, possibly involving her crystal collection or a tarot reading lol

Eddie was used to finding things in his van, his trailer, his bag - shit, even his pockets - that weren’t his.

It was collateral damage from running a bunch of preteens around, sharing babysitting duties with Steve, playing taxi cab and breakfast club. He’d find DnD die that weren’t his, old batteries from walkie talkies, sticky candy wrappers and lost baseball hats, trading cards and half empty bottles of pop that El wasn’t really supposed to drink.

And every time, he’d fuss about it, pretending to be meaner than he was, but fuck, sometimes it got a little too much. His trailer wasn’t big enough for him and Wayne as it was, and finding Lucas’ basketball uniform in his laundry only added to the list of things he needed to get done.

(He always washed it.)

So he’d chew everyone out and throw back their belongings to them like grenades, ranting about personal space and how his van wasn’t a trash can on wheels.

(“Yes it is,” Mike would always interject.)

And then you came along. Bright and bathed in colour, a pop of sunshine beside Eddie’s black and silver get up, always smiling even when the boy was scowling. It took a month, maybe two, of dating when Eddie started finding your things amongst his. It wasn’t anything overwhelming, like a toothbrush at his sink, or your clothes in his wardrobe - no, it was too early for that.

But he’d work a shift at the garage and sneak out the back for a unauthorised smoke break, hand shoved in his pocket to search for his lighter. He’d come up with a handful of rocks instead, pretty, colourful crystals that shone in the sunlight.

He didn’t need to ask to know that they were yours.

And when he drove home, his van rattling and the music blaring, another shiny thing caught his eye. Tucked amongst his cassettes, a lump of something smooth and dark, so black it was almost purple, hints of blue in its depths. He ran his thumb over it, smiling, and tucked it in his pocket with the rest.

By the time he saw you the next day, he’d collected a dozen of the things, scattered around his room, a tiny purple stone that looked like glass in the corner of his shower, a sky blue rock under his pillow.

He held them out to you like a handful of candy, pretty, shiny and colourful, dazzling in the sunlight - just like he thought of you. Eddie smiled when you scrunched your nose at him, looking a little embarrassed. But he took your hand in his free one, helping you clamber onto the bed beside him, your back to his chest as you sat between his spread legs.

Your pink dress clashed with his red shirt, an angry skull logo on the front of his, tiny daisies on yours.

You watched Eddie line up the crystals by size, a neat stripe of bright colour on his dark blue bedsheets. The boy hooked his chin over your shoulder and you could feel the smile he pressed against your cheek, one he’d saved up all day, just for you. He kissed your jaw, nuzzled his face into the crook of your shoulder, stubble scraping your skin until you squealed and laughed.

“These are pretty,” he finally said and you hummed, agreeing. He pointed to the black stone he’d found in his van. “What’s this for?”

“It’s obsidian,” you told him, picking the crystal up and turning it over in your hand. “S’meant to help with protection.”

Something inside Eddie’s chest bloomed, a pretty warmth that he was quickly associating with you. He smiled, hid it in your shoulder and tried not to turn as pink as your shoulder.

“Yeah? That’s awesome.” He pointed to another one, glittery and jagged and lilac coloured. “What about this-?”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #Eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fanfic #Eddie munson blurb #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson oneshot #eddie baby blurb

[roosterforme]

Batting Practice Part 22 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: You love how excited Bradley and Everett are for the Tiny Eagles' final game, and you can't wait to show Bradley the surprise you have planned for him. With an undefeated season and the title of Coaches of the Year on the line, you and Molly cheer for the boys with everything you have. 

Warnings: Fluff, smut, angst and swearing

Length: 5200 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female single!mom Reader

Check my masterlist for more Top Gun fun! Batting Practice masterlist.

On Saturday morning, before the sun was even up, Bradley was kissing your forehead and whispering, "I'll see you at the game, Kitten." He had been spending more nights at your house than his own apartment, and every time he had to go back to his place to get fresh clothes or do laundry, he kind of hated it. 

As he climbed out of your bed and put on yesterday's clothing, you reached for him, and he gave you a proper kiss. "See you in a few hours," you mumbled before rolling over and going back to sleep. Ten weeks. He had only known you and Everett for ten weeks, but he was so in love with you and your son and your little house and everything about you. 

With a sigh, he grabbed his hat and his wallet and headed outside, locking up behind himself as he went. He had been doing the sneaking in late and sneaking back out early routine on occasion, not wanting Everett to feel like Bradley was taking over his house. But every time he was there, he felt like he belonged with the two of you. 

The school year was wrapping up for Everett, but Bradley had enjoyed working on math and reading homework at the kitchen island. He enjoyed tossing a baseball around your front yard. Every time he left, he wanted to go back.

He ran a load of his laundry while he ate breakfast in his sparse kitchen. Today was the last tee ball game, and he couldn't believe it was less than three months ago that Bob had been practically begging Bradley to help him with the Tiny Eagles in the first place. What if he had said no? He didn't even want to think about that. And as of right now, his team was undefeated, thanks in large part to you and Everett and how much fun Bradley had been having. 

As he pulled on his coach's jersey and grabbed his blue hat and whistle, he silently hoped his team would win their last game, because he knew how happy that would make Everett. And if he and Bob won coaches of the year, he'd give his trophy to Everett to add to the collection of baseball items in his bedroom. 

When Bradley parked at the field a little bit early, nobody else was there yet, not even Bob. He had noticed that Bob had been cutting it a little close the past few games and practices, showing up barely on time, looking a little disheveled with a smiling Molly in tow. It took all of Bradley's willpower not to rib Bob too hard about it, because his fellow aviator turned crimson every time. But Molly could take the trash talk like a pro, which Bradley already appreciated about your sister. 

And ever since Bradley had gotten a glimpse of the diamond rings that the jeweler had on display, he couldn't help but think that things with you were moving too fast and still too slow at the same time. So he fought the urge to max out his credit card, but he was still thinking about what kind of ring you would like.

"Coach Bradley!" 

He looked up to see Sandra and Henry rushing toward him with two gigantic gift baskets. She was wearing practically no clothing, and he was agitated that she had been able to corner him. "Hey, Henry! Sandra." He patted Henry on his shoulder, and then Sandra was in his personal space, handing him one of the baskets that was filled with so much random shit. "Thanks," he mumbled, trying to sidestep her hand as it found his arm. 

"You're so welcome. This season has been fantastic, all thanks to you and Bob," she purred. "I'm just hoping I can get Henry on your team for the fall league. And I'm hoping you'll choose me to be Team Mom next time."

Bradley rubbed his mustache. He'd been thinking about coaching again, even going so far as to considering becoming a head coach. He and Bob could have teams that went against each other, and Bradley thought that might be a lot of fun. "Thanks, Sandra. And you know what, that's a great idea. Since I'm dating our Team Mom now, it would probably be a conflict of interest if I chose her again in the fall."

The sour look on her face as Bradley noticed Bob's truck pull into the parking lot followed by your car had him smiling a little bit as he waved back to Everett who was waving wildly through the open window. "Excuse me," he mumbled as he headed for your car. Hadn't he just seen you a few hours ago? Been in your bed with your arms around his neck, felt your soft breaths on his cheek?

"Fuck," he gasped, jogging up the hill with his gift basket, antsy to get to you. When you climbed out of your car, he set the basket on your roof and kissed you hard. 

"Ew!" Molly gasped as she climbed out of Bob's truck. 

But you just smiled and said, "I like it when you wear your hat backwards."

"Why do you think I keep doing it?" he asked softly, and you bit your lip as you glanced back at the gift basket.

"Something to remember Sandra by?" you asked with an eye roll. "I'll give you a better thank you gift later, Coach."

"Oh, I can't wait," he mumbled, kissing your forehead as Ev climbed out of your backseat. "Hey, Kiddo! Last game. Are you excited?" 

"Yes!" he said, jumping up to high five Bradley before running over to Bob as well. "If we win today, then that means our team is the best one!" Bradley watched Everett bounce around between Bob and Molly as you chucked the gift from Sandra onto your passenger seat.

"Hey, careful, Kitten. There might be something good in there."

You rolled your eyes and closed your door, and Bradley laced his fingers through yours. "Yeah, I saw a Starbucks gift card. It's mine now."

"Whatever you want," he whispered, running his thumb along your ring finger. The kids were starting to warm up with Bob, and Molly had secured a good spot on the bleachers. "I'll see you after the Tiny Eagles go undefeated for a perfect season." 

You kissed him hard and then, when Bradley turned toward the other coaches, he felt you slap his ass. "You can do it, Coach Bradley! You're the best!" Then you turned innocently toward the bleachers and brightly said, "Hello, Sandra!" before continuing toward your sister.

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"It's the tight, white pants that made me do it," you whispered to Molly as she shook with laughter. "I was helpless to control myself." 

"God, you're right," Molly sighed. "It's like... I never knew how badly I needed a man in a uniform. And I'm talking the flight suit, the khakis, and the tee ball getup."

You looked at Bob for a beat. "It's the glasses, Mo."

"The fucking glasses," she whined softly. She was going to move in with Bob next weekend after Everett's birthday baseball game. 

You wanted to warn your sister that she was moving really quickly, especially for her, but you just couldn't. You thought she and Bob made a lot of sense, and you were happy for her. Bob was the perfect departure from the bad boys she usually went for. He kept turning to look at Molly as the game started, just like Bradley did with you. 

"How did this happen?" she asked.

"I honestly don't know," you replied. 

"I'm fully addicted to the pizza nights now, I hope you know that," she told you with a grin. "We can win any argument when Natasha is with us. It's literally perfect."

You loved the pizza nights, too. You loved the way Everett was always welcome on someone's lap. You loved how Bradley cut the pizza slices smaller for him. You loved how comfortable you felt. "It is perfect."

Molly cleared her throat just as Everett went up to bat. "Not to dampen the mood, but what did your lawyer say?"

You took a deep breath, but you found that it actually wasn't so hard to talk about. "I'm going to meet with them in person, but getting Danny's name off of Everett's birth certificate is going to be challenging. Would be easier if I were remarried and looking to have my spouse adopt him. But they are going to do some research about child support based on Danny's shitty income which I'm sure will make him rage at me again."

Molly hugged you tight. "I'm sorry this is happening."

You nodded, but you found that you didn't want to cry about it anymore. "Me too. But we'll continue to be better off without him, even if they can't make him pay."

Then you both jumped to your feet. "Go Ev!" Molly cheered as he hit the ball ridiculously far. He ran the bases as Bradley and Bob cheered him on. And the look of pure elation on Bradley's face as Everett crossed home plate and ran into his arms was going to stay with you forever. 

"We're leading by one run now!" Molly was bouncing up and down.

Then it really hit you. "They're going to be undefeated, aren't they?" You felt kind of silly. It was just tee ball. But it had actually become really important to you and everyone around you. 

"I think so!" Molly gushed as you both sat down and held hands through the final inning. And when the Tiny Condors were not able to tie the game, you felt tears in your eyes for a different reason as you smiled and ran down the bleachers toward Everett. 

You scooped him up into your arms and squeezed him tight. "You're so good, Ev! I'm so proud of you!"

"Mommy! Aunt Molly! We won every game!"

"You sure did!" Molly told him, kissing his cheek before heading toward Bob. She made no secret of them being together as a moment later, you saw her hand slide up the front of his jersey as she kissed him. 

Bradley was left to converse with the umpires, but his smile was huge when he finally turned your way. He high fived and hugged all of the Tiny Eagles, but he knelt in front of Everett and hugged him for a long time. And when they started to have a quiet conversation, you gave them a little space.

You hoped this meant that Bradley and Bob would both win awards at the league picnic tomorrow afternoon. You already had a treat planned for your boyfriend just in case, but you thought you could use it either way. 

After Bradley kissed Everett's forehead, he stood and kissed yours as well. "Thanks for not pulling Ev from the team after I fucked up, Kitten."

You smiled up at him. "I didn't have the heart to do it. I'm glad I didn't."

"I love you. Let me buy you both some ice cream."

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After Bradley offered to buy you and Everett a treat from the snack bar, you told him to take Everett to the bench and wait. You insisted you wanted to buy it. So Bradley gave him a piggyback ride over to the same bench where you and he had flirted relentlessly on your 'first date'. Bradley smiled just thinking about how he had answered your phone when Frank kept calling you nonstop. 

Everett jumped down onto the bench, and Bradley sat next to him while you waved from the line. "Hey, kiddo?" he asked Everett after you blew him a kiss. 

"Yeah, Coach?"

Bradley chuckled and looked at his excited face. "You can call me Bradley now. All the time. Tee ball is over."

"Okay," he replied, still all smiles from winning the final game. 

Bradley cleared his throat and made sure you weren't on your way over yet. "Can you keep a secret from your mom? It's nothing bad or scary, I promise."

"Okay," he said again, nodding this time.

"What kind of ring did your mom used to wear? When she was married to your dad?"

Everett's little brow scrunched up as he gave Bradley a puzzled look. "What do you mean?"

"Her wedding ring," Bradley told him quietly. "What did it look like?"

"Oh," he said, plopping down next to Bradley now. "She didn't have one."

Bradley cocked his head to the side. "She never wore one?"

"Nope."

"Huh." Surely you must have had a wedding ring? Did Danny really not buy you a ring? "Ev, she never wore any rings? Not even a plain one?"

"Nope."

Bradley settled back against the bench, and stared off into space. He'd been thinking about it a bit, and he really wanted to make sure he didn't get you a ring that was similar to something you had worn from Danny. But if you never had one at all...

"Take it before it melts!" you said, laughing as you jolted Bradley from his thoughts. He grabbed one of the ice creams from your hands and quickly licked the sides before he helped Everett with his.

"Thanks, Kitten," Bradley told you as you went to sit on the other side of your son. "Are you excited for the picnic tomorrow?" he asked Everett.

"Yep! I'm going to get a trophy!"

"I think Bradley might be getting a trophy, too!" you added, licking your ice cream and winking at Bradley. He watched you eat with narrowed eyes as his own snack melted. 

Bradley grunted. "Well, the most important thing is that I'm going to get you ready for real baseball in the fall. And the fact that San Diego has nice weather year round means that you'll probably get so good from practicing all the time that you'll be able to get a scholarship someday."

"What's a scholarship?" Everett asked as his ice cream dripped on Bradley's shoe.

"Ev," you mumbled and went to clean it up. But Bradley took your hand and guided you back to the bench with a shake of his head.

"It's fine, Kitten. It's just my shoe," he told you. And then he turned Everett's ice cream so it wouldn't keep dripping everywhere. "A scholarship is money that colleges sometimes give to athletes so they will come play sports for the school. Your mom would probably be delighted if you got one."

You laughed as you bit into your cone. "Would be nice. Lawyers are expensive," you muttered, leaning in to kiss Everett's cheek. 

"You need to keep me in the loop when you do things like that," he told you, shooting you a no nonsense look. 

"Okay," you whispered. 

Once Everett had finished his ice cream and washed his hands, Bradley walked both of you back to your car. "Want me to pick you both up for the picnic tomorrow?"

"Yes!" Everett cheered. "Your car is fun!" 

But once he was buckled in his booster seat, you pulled Bradley close and whispered, "I have something special for you, Coach." And Bradley audibly groaned as your hand came to rest on his cock, stroking him through his snug baseball pants. "Stay over tomorrow night?"

"Of course," he grunted next to your ear as you squeezed him gently. "Fuck."

You just giggled and said, "I think you'll love your surprise."

Then you backed out of the parking spot while Bradley stood next to his Bronco with a semi and waved like an idiot. He wasn't sure what kind of surprise you had in store for him, but he loved everything you did. And then he drove off in the opposite direction, back to the jewelry shop to pick up your necklace which the jeweler had needed to keep longer than anticipated. And he could also look at the rings some more. 

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"Where's Aunt Molly?" Everett whined as you sat with him on your lap on the crowded bleachers. All of the tee ball teams had been invited today, and there were so many people at the picnic. 

"She's on her way from work, Ev. She should be here soon."

"What if she misses my trophy?"

"Then we'll have to show it to her when she gets here."

"What if she misses Coach Bob's trophy?"

You kissed his cheek and held him tighter. He was beyond excited that his coaches had been nominated for awards. "Then she can see Coach Bob's trophy later." 

You laughed at the inadvertent dirty joke you just told, and then you saw your sister walking down from her car right as the ceremony started. She found a spot to stand off the side and waved at you. "Look, Aunt Molly's here. You feel better now?"

"Yep!" Everett told you as he waved to her as well.

You watched the third and second place teams get their medals, and when they called the Tiny Eagles up to collect their trophies, Everett ran up alongside Bradley and Bob. You took some pictures while you cheered. You were struck with a pang of sadness over the fact that Danny didn't want to be part of this. But then you saw Bradley pull Everett into a big hug as soon as he had his trophy in his hand.

Your son was happy all the time when he was around Bradley. He always seemed to provide Everett with love, attention, and comfort. And that was in addition to all of the fun they seemed to have together. You took another picture of them hugging, and then it was Bradley's turn for his award.

Bob looked so shy and hesitant as he thanked everyone for a great season, but when it was Bradley's turn, you couldn't stop smiling. 

He gave all of the kids on the team a special shout out, and then he thanked the league for trusting that he and Bob could handle a team like this on their first try. And then you had to suppress your giggles as Bradley found where you were sitting on the bleachers and said, "And a big thank you to our Team Mom. None of this would have happened without her."

You waved down to them, and Everett, Bradley and Bob all waved back. Then Bradley was awarded his trophy and promptly handed it to Everett. "Seriously," Molly called out to you. "He's so much better than Danny."

"I know," you agreed, taking in the enormous smile on Everett's face as he ran to Molly. And then you were heading down the bleachers and into Bradley's arms. 

"Hey, Kitten," he whispered, kissing your cheek as you laughed. 

"Remember that day when you silently bullied me into agreeing to be the Team Mom?" you asked, looking up at him.

His grin and his backward hat looked exactly like they had that day as he said, "I sure do. God, I was so into you. I thought you must have been married though."

You buried your face against his chest and laughed. "The hot coach wanted me to be Team Mom? No way I wasn't raising my hand."

He kissed the top of your head and led you over to the picnic area where Everett was sitting with Molly, his grip on both trophies unrelenting. "Thanks for letting him hold that," you told Bradley.

But he just shrugged. "He can have it. I think he was more excited about me winning it than I was," he said with a laugh. "And I think I'm going to coach another tee ball team in the fall. I loved this."

Your heart swelled with love for him. "You should. You're good at it."

"Deployments will be hard to get around though," he whispered, kissing you on the head again. "Gonna be hard for us, too."

"Ev and I aren't going anywhere."

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After the picnic, Bradley drove you both back to your house and helped a very sleepy Everett get a quick shower and get ready for bed. "Go relax, Kitten. I got this," he promised as Everett changed into pajamas and brushed his teeth. 

You bit your lip and kissed Everett goodnight. Then you whispered, "Come find me when you're done," before you walked into your bedroom and closed the door, glancing at him over your shoulder. 

He grunted, wondering if he was going to get the surprise you promised him. His mind was filled with dirty blowjobs and kitten costumes, and he had to take a deep breath as Everett crossed the hallway back to his bedroom in his baseball pajamas and climbed up into his bed.

"Have you thought about moving into the extra bedroom?" he asked with a yawn, and Bradley smiled as he pulled the covers up over him.

"Honestly, Kiddo? I think about it all the time."

"We should talk to my mom about it," Everett muttered as he rolled onto his side, already half asleep. 

"Yeah," Bradley whispered, "we should." Then he straightened both trophies on Everett's dresser and turned off the lamp before leaving the room. But he thought that another level of commitment was definitely going to be necessary before he could move in here. He'd been thinking about it though.

But all thoughts simply vanished from his brain as he opened your bedroom door and saw you standing there next to your bed. A strangled sound escaped from the back of his throat as his jaw dropped open. 

"You okay, Coach?" you asked teasingly, shifting your weight from one foot to the other, hands planted on your hips. 

"Kitten," he gasped, eyes going wider. "Baby."

You were wearing a tiny, skimpy red and white cheerleading uniform and holding red pom poms at your hips. The little pleated skirt barely hid anything from his view, and he could see your peaked nipples poking against the top.

"Mmhmm," you hummed. "I heard you won Coach of the year. I'm so proud of you." You took a step closer to him, and he wasn't sure if his cock could actually get any harder than it was. You'd put on some red lipstick and some extra eye makeup, and you looked fucking hot. He was having a hard time speaking as he reached for you.

"This is for me?" he managed to ask as he pulled you against him and ran his hands along the little skirt. But you spun in his arms, and he felt all of the blood in his body rush to his groin as you rubbed your ass against him.

"For you." You looked back at him over your shoulder as he ran his hands down along your bare thighs.

"You look like one of the Phillies cheerleaders," he whispered in your ear.

"That's what I was going for," you gasped with a smile.

"My first crush was on the entire 1995 Phillies cheerleading roster."

"Why am I not surprised?" Your soft laughter had him bucking against your backside. He was completely ready to go. 

"You like dressing up for me," he muttered as you spun to face him again.

You nodded and shook your pom poms as you shimmied for him. "Yeah, I do. I think you like it, too."

"That would be an understatement," he growled as your tits nearly bounced out of that tiny top. When he pulled you closer by your hips, you dropped the pom poms to the floor and reached for the fly of his pants, and Bradley leaned down to kiss you softly. "I love this."

You kissed him all over his lips and mustache and cheeks, and he was sure he had your lipstick everywhere, and he was so fucking turned on. And then you were in front of him on your knees, and his baseball pants and underwear were around his thighs. He quickly pulled his jersey and undershirt off as you wrapped your pretty lips around his cock and looked up at him as you took him inch by inch until he met the back of your throat. 

"Yeah," he groaned. "Just like this. I'd jerk off thinking about those cheerleaders sucking my cock."

You moaned so loudly with him against the back of your throat that he had to bite his tongue against the urge to blow his load already. 

"But you're so much better. My god." He was already panting as you withdrew him from your mouth. Your lipstick was on his cock now, but he barely had time to process anything before you were sucking on him again. He watched you, his actual fantasy come to life, as you gave him excellent head. When he ran his thumb along your cheek, he could feel his cock inside your mouth. He needed to stop you, because he desperately wanted to fuck you, but this felt too perfect.

But when you started running your fingernails along his balls, he pulled you up to your feet. You let out a startled laugh before he pressed his lips to yours. "I wanna fuck you," he managed between sloppy kisses as he grabbed at your bare backside with both hands. 

You were moaning against his lips as his dick was poking into your belly. "Anything you want," you gasped, running your hands along his shoulders and pecs. 

"Don't tell me that," he growled, picking you up as you squealed and getting you on your knees at the edge of the bed. "God damn. I want everything." You looked too good on your hands and knees, glancing back at him while your glistening pussy and ass were bare for him. He ran his fingers through your slick until you were moaning his name, and then he knelt and put his mouth on you as he used his hand to coat himself with your wetness.

"Coach!" you cried out as Bradley licked your pussy and kissed the backs of your thigh. 

"You gotta be quiet, Kitten," he grunted, pushing your knees a little further apart as he lapped at you until you were bouncing back to meet his tongue. But you just got louder and louder, and when Bradley stood behind you and slid his cock inside, you nearly screamed.

"Bradley!"

"Shh." He tried his best to coax you to be quiet, but it didn't work until he clamped his left hand over your lips. "Baby, you can be as loud as you want when we're actually alone," he rasped, fucking you a little harder now. That little pleated red and white skirt brushed along your ass with each thrust, and Bradley wrapped his right hand around your waist, fucking you with deeper strokes. 

Your muffled cries had him close now as he moved his hand to palm your ass. He'd have to consider buying you a gag of some sort, and that had him actually cumming inside your tight pussy. 

"Fuck!" he grunted, letting go of your mouth and squeezing both of your ass cheeks as he fucked you until he was seeing stars. You just whimpered pathetically as you clenched around his softening cock. When Bradley pulled you up so your back was pressed against his chest, he ran his hands up under your skirt and teased your clit, really making sure you felt good.

"Coach!" you gasped, still fluttering around his cock as he pressed his lips to your neck. When you moved his fingers from your pussy up to your lips, he nibbled along your bare shoulder. You sucked on each of his fingers before you asked, "Did you like this as much as the kitten costume?"

He groaned so loudly, you giggled. "Yes, this was just as good as the kitten. Don't make me choose one." 

"You can have both," you promised, turning to kiss him as he withdrew his cock from your pussy and helped you to your feet. 

He watched his cum drip down and coat your thighs as he whimpered for you. And then he remembered what was tucked inside his pants pocket. Carefully he pulled out your repaired necklace and held it out to you. 

"Oh!" you gasped, reaching for it right away. "You fixed it!"

"Yeah," he whispered, kissing your parted lips. "Of course I did."

Once you had further examined it, you stared up at him with a look of awe. "It's better now," you told him, turning it over in your hand to inspect the engraving. One side of the paw print said Bradley and the other said Everett. He carefully clasped it around your neck before you wrapped your arms around his waist, and he just couldn't stop thinking about being here with you forever.

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On Thursday, you were desperately trying to finish up for the day when another project got dumped on your desk. It was Everett's birthday, and you were hoping you'd be able to sneak out early and stop home to change before the Padres game. You started working on the new project before you decided to just say fuck it.

You turned your computer off an hour early and locked up your desk. You'd have time to change and meet everyone else at the ballpark since Everett was spending the day at the zoo with Molly. So you strolled to the elevator and then out to your car without a care in the world. 

And that's when your phone rang. It was your lawyer. You stumbled to a stop in the parking lot as you accepted the call. 

"A judge is not going to allow Daniel to sign away his rights. Not unless adoption becomes an option for your son. However, even when you acquire sole custody, which is basically a done deal, he'd still be required to pay you the child support he owes you, plus continue to pay in the future. Your ex husband would have one hundred and twenty days to try to dispute it. Would you like us to serve him with papers?"

Your heart was pounding as you played with the charm on your chain. You were beginning to feel like you had on your bathroom floor, short of breath and nauseous. "Can I think about it?" you asked softly. You didn't want to have to chase Danny for money. He would just make this as difficult for you as he could, and you didn't want to have to deal with him anymore at all. 

"Of course. Take your time."

You ended the call and climbed in your car. Bradley had implored you to keep him updated with the information your lawyer was giving you. But there was just no way you'd be able to tell him all of this. It would be mortifying, admitting to your boyfriend that more than anything, you wanted to know if he'd ever marry you and adopt your child. 

A pathetic sounding laugh bubbled out of you. No. You would just keep that information to yourself and decide if it was worth going after Danny at all. Because all you really wanted at the moment was your own name solely attached to Everett as his legal guardian. But that wasn't something you could have yet if at all.

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Undefeated! Everett's birthday party is up next! Thanks to @beyondthesefourwalls and @mak-32!

Time to check out The Curveball for more of Molly and Bob!

PART 23

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[alchemistc]

Wayne teaching a pleading Eddie about baseball in the heat of the summer because Steve has spent months investing in all of Eddie's special interests and Eddie has come to the terrible realization that he's mostly shit on Steve's music and hobbies for most of their friendship so he buys tickets to a baseball game on a whim as a "surprise sorry I'm a shitty friend" gift except like, he doesn't have a fucking clue about sports in general and he doesn't want to look STUPID.

Wayne, with a put upon sigh, sitting in his recliner and declining to comment on the tiny green shorts Eddie is wearing because the last time he brought up Steve's propensity for leaving his goddamn clothes in Eddie's room all the time Eddie had iced him out for three whole days. The trailer doesn't have AC and it's hot as hell so whatever, if Eddie wants to continue to deny that Harrington is clearly leaving bits of himself behind to test out the waters then Wayne isn't going to push it.

Wayne, trying to explain infield and outfield and pitchers and catchers ("Okay I know that one," Eddie says with a wiggle of his eyebrows and Wayne scowls.) and runners and scoring and innings.

Harrington's Beemer pulling up on a Friday afternoon and Wayne greeting him at the door while Steve asks Wayne if he knows what Eddie has planned and Wayne shrugs because he still doesn't understand why they need a day and a half to make it to the game, and Eddie's excited for this surprise.

Wayne waking up on Sunday afternoon to the sound of the trailer door slamming open, laying in bed listening to hushed voices and the sounds of bacon frying on the stove, rolling out of bed to find his nephew still wearing his damn sunglasses inside, so clearly they'd had themselves a good time, and then Wayne blinks and his eyes focus and -

"What the hell are you wearing, kid?" he asks and Eddie yelps, bangs his head on the open cabinet door, hisses when the movement knocks the glasses off his nose and the light hits his eyes and Wayne very carefully does not mention the way Harrington presses in close to examine Eddie's head, fingers pressing into Eddie's hair and it's a familiar closeness but there's definitely still something more there than there was two days ago.

His nephew is wearing a goddamned Cubs jersey in his goddamn house and Steve's eyes flit to the Cardinals hat hung on the wall with growing comprehension and possibly a little terror.

"Everyone knows the merch is half the experience, Wayne," Eddie tells him and Wayne contemplates snacking him upside the head because his goddamn nephew has had the audacity to fall in love with a goddamn Cubbie fan. Right under his roof.

Over breakfast Steve explains the rivalry and has to stop himself from talking shit about the Cards more than once. Wayne admires his restraint but nearly shoves his own head right in the oven when it turns out Steve had likened everything Eddie didn't understand about the game to DnD scenarios and managed to make a fan out of Eddie.

Wayne doesn't have the heart to threaten to burn the jersey. Not when Eddie is making connections between the Curse and one of his old campaigns and Steve is staring at his nephew with such a helplessly fond look that Wayne feels like he's interrupting something.

Not when they suddenly have a standing appointment to sit around their small TV, Eddie in his Cubs jersey and Wayne with his Cards hat firmly pulled over his head and Steve in between them quietly drinking his beer while Eddie yells at the ump through the TV about a called strike that is "Clearly off the plate, man, are you BLIND?"

Not when Eddie comes in late one morning and leans against the door with two fingers absentmindedly pressed to his lips and suddenly Steve's over most nights, hooking his ankle over Eddie's and curling his fingers into Eddie's and stumbling over sudden sirs again even though Wayne thought he'd curbed that months ago.

He does, however, draw the line when Eddie tries to give him a Cubs hat for his birthday.

#waynes from missouri because i say so and its fucking hilarious to think of him finally finding something to bond with eddie over #only for him to be a goddamn cubs fan #when the cubbies finally win the ws eddie calls to crow about it and threatens to buy him a replica ring #steddie headcanon #wayne munson #eddie munson #steve harrington #30+40 yr old eddie munson collecting bobble heads of cubs players and dropping by waynes to leave them around like a taunt

[elioslover]

Run-Ins- Harry Styles x reader

Premise: Harry decides to challenge a heatwave, If it weren't for a surprise run-in with an over-zealous puppy and its disgruntled owner, things would have been much worse.

Warnings: Sexy, sexc sweaty Harry. Gender neutral!

Word count: 3.2k || Other Writing

☀️

Skin sticking to shirts, the breeze carrying summer in full swing. It hadn't even reached ten am, and the weather was already swelting, only increasing by the minute. Harry had already tried to beat the heat, changing what was supposed to be an early afternoon run to one he was currently stepping out the front door to attend.

The rays of the sun had followed him since waking up, shining on him throughout the act of making coffee, blinding him from sitting on the porch and checking his phone for emails and notifications.

Harry didn't have a strict schedule for the day; the only thing he wanted to complete with certainty was his daily run. It was criminal enough that he had missed out on two opportunities last week and with the promise of a pure, stress-free fifty minutes, something that becomes increasingly sacred as more and more responsibility is piled onto his plate.

Without this one piece of his habit, he had zero routines to fall back on, and he felt stir-crazy at just the idea of sitting out his run for the sake of avoiding possible heatstroke.

Besides, the weather was still reasonable; he would just have to dress lighter and take extra care remembering to carry a bottle of water in case. Showering could wait until later- after all, he was unlikely to see or be seen by anybody.

So, with that, Harry rushed through his breakfast of a fruit salad, laced up his trusty sneakers, and grabbed a water bottle on his way out of the front door. He hadn't even taken a full step out into the summer sun when his skin was greeted with the feeling of opening an oven, steam sending a rush of heat straight to his face.

Without thinking, he walked back inside with determination, sifting through his suitcase for a pair of shorts even tinier and cooler than the ones he currently wore; his thighs were thankful, and so was his head once he threw an aged navy baseball cap on. 

He was ready now, certain this run wouldn't get the best of him. His day would be tainted, and that was embarrassing enough for him to admit, so when he stepped out into the heat once more, he tried his best to ignore the way his temperature began increasing like a reptile, instead focusing on the route he was going to take.

The usual park he had frequented recently was quiet for the most part- trimmed neon green grass stretching as far as the eye could see, and on a few occasions when Harry had forgotten his earphones, the singing birds were a welcomed replacement- something he found himself humming along to. 

But, his favourite part of this park was the little stream that started from the walkway and looped all the way to the end and back. If he was lucky, he might run past a duck with her gaggle of ducklings or pass by a couple having a cute picnic.

Five minutes into the run, Harry hasn't seen anything or anyone; he thinks he actually got lucky by choosing to run earlier than usual. This is as quiet as he has ever seen it, and with the wind on his back only blowing hot air around, he rids himself of the only item left holding him back. His flimsy black tee is off and strung lazily over his shoulder. His hands are empty, hat shielding a sunburn... why are his hands empty?

Harry suddenly pictures the forgotten bottle of water, sitting patiently on his side table, discarded when he had hastily decided to switch his shorts. The mere thought of water has him thirsty, and he looks forward to finishing this run more than usual.

Pushing his way up the incline of the dirt pathway, he promises himself a rewarding break once reaching the peak. But, with each step, his skin glistens sweat, heart thudding harder in his head, and he's slowing down for sure, forcing his muscles forward, ignoring the resistance created by the hill- certain he would be fine, just a little tired. Besides, it was good to be challenged- he needed to switch things up now and then.

Every muscle is asking him to stop, but he mistakes this for motivation and only presses on, relieved when the pathway shows an end in sight. Exerting the last he has to give, Harry looks down at his shoes, focused on putting one step in front of the other. His fists balled, arms flexed and pressed against his torso; Harry gives one final push before reaching the summit. 

And when he does, it's a lot harder to catch his breath than expected; every part of him feels like it's beginning to float away, and his ears are ringing with desperation to gasp for air.

He tries to steady himself, folding over, his hands resting atop his hips- skin warm to the touch- bending forward in an attempt to better open his airways, but the need to sit down is only encouraged, and Harry has to concede.

He finds himself sitting now, his legs stretched out before him, wrapping his arms like a chain atop his bent knees, and with a bowed head, he works to regain breath control. The wind wisps through the long blades of glass, whistling in tune to the songs of little birds, and the stream is strong; he wishes he had the strength to make his way over, at least dip his feet in the cool water.

The sounds all blend into one sweet symphony, so relaxing that Harry almost feels himself starting to relax. But his tongue is like sandpaper sticking to his palate; with each suck-in, his body begs for water.

The only thing that could distract him- and does- is the sudden feeling of something rustling against his side, trying to make its way into the gap between his arms and lap. It has a wet nose and makes familiar snuffling noises that can only be attributed to that of a puppy dog.

Lazily lifting and tilting his head to see better, Harry is greeted by the enthusiasm and curiosity of a very cute and very excitable golden retriever- wearing a pretty pink bandana, big brown eyes smiling up at Harry as if he were heaven itself.

Turning all of his attention to the pup- who is trying desperately to climb up onto him- giving it a rough and thorough ear scratch. 

"You're a friendly one, aren't you?" Harry chuckles, opening himself up to be further fussed over by his new friend.

"What's your name, huh?" Harry shifts and lets the dog continue sniffing him, reaching over to get ahold of its collar- a sparkly little disk covered in silver gems holds both a phone number and the name 'Beans'.

"Beans... Well, it's very nice to meet you, Beans." He smiles even wider as the pup reacts to its name, tail wagging, hopping all over him in the hopes of somehow getting even closer.

"Beans!” A voice called in the distance, quickly swept away by the breeze. Harry looked around, unable to spot anyone nearby, turning back to the pup currently occupied with trying to remove his baseball cap clean off of his head. He chuckled and scanned the area again, “I think someone’s looking for you, bud.”

“Beans!” The same voice sang, carrying over the hill straight to Harry’s heart. This time, Beans stops chewing and looks off in the direction of the searching song, and Harry follows suit, gaze settling just as the silhouette of someone starts to get closer. A harsh ray of sun forbids him from getting a good look at the person who is seemingly searching for his new companion.

“Is that your owner, Beans?” Harry asks, patting the pup with his free hand- the other working hard at helping shield the sun from blinding him further.

Beans' excitement only increases, tail wagging in all directions, eyes darting between Harry and the mystery person- still uncertain of whether to make a run for it or stay put. But, as the owner gets closer, amping up to call out for the cheeky dog once more, Harry is spotted sitting side-by-side with your dog.

And at the mere sight of you exiting the rays of sunshine, Beans is a jumble of jumping and excited barking. You release a relieved sigh, one you hadn’t known was trapped in your lungs, hyper-focused on the fact that you had lost control over your pup again. In fairness, what were you supposed to do? You had trusted her to stay, for just a second, whilst you fiddled with her matching collar and leash, but the promise of chasing an unsuspecting bird was just far too much for Beans to ignore.

You weren’t nearly fast enough to catch up to her- the whole point of walking with Beans was the promise of building better stamina, on your part- and once she was far enough ahead, you weren’t even sure which direction she had gone.

With dread, you followed your instincts up the hill, hoping she would have tired herself out by this point- she had done a splendid job of ensuring you were. What you hadn’t expected, hoped for, or even considered, was that someone might beat you to it. Seeing your naive little dog practically in the arms of some stranger was more than your nerves could handle today.

Legs starting to ache, you make your way over to the pair, thinking up some sort of jumbled-up apology for both your dog and the mere existence of yourself. But the man is smiling up at you- such a very pretty smile- and you almost lose all sensibility, startled as Beans hops up with vigour, bounding over and almost tripping you.

Harry starts to rise; the dull throbbing of his muscles is easily ignored as he gets a proper look at you. Beans is bouncing about, making it hard for you to walk much further, and the eagerness to meet you in the middle is what carries him your way.

He can see you perfectly now, and even though you’re mostly squinting, Harry likes how pretty your eyes look, being lit up by the sun. Trying to pacify your pup, hands patting at her, cooing to her to calm down, you do your best to examine Bean’s supposed new friend. His cheeks are so flushed that you feel warmer just looking at him, little droplets of sweat sneaking past his forehead, his skin glistening, muscles flexed. He’s very handsome, and you’re rather grateful for stumbling upon him, but he looks like he just completed a marathon, and with the way his chest rapidly rises and falls- shallow breaths evidently stopping him from cooling down- you actually feel concerned for his health.

Other than a discarded t-shirt, he seems to be empty-handed, and considering this may be the hottest day of the year, there’s no way he had chosen to go on a run without at least a little bit of water… right? He doesn’t seem to be too bothered because he’s still smiling at you with a fondness that you just know is a result of spending time with your dog.

Harry is still dying inside, an irritating sharpness at the back of his throat following each breath he dared to take, but long ago decided he could put up with it a little longer. After all, Beans is still circling his ankles, and you seem far too pretty to just give a greeting and a goodbye. Your own cheeks are slightly flushed, and Harry wonders if it’s from working up a sweat or simply shyness.

It happens to be both, with a hefty sprinkle of embarrassment and a dollop of regret for even leaving the house this morning. 

Beans running off, you could deal with. Having to make it seem like you weren’t, in fact, a moron of an owner- who on many occasions could be seen chasing after their pet- was a damn nightmare.

The quicker you said it, the closer you would be to putting this mess of a morning behind you. He’s just so pretty, though… and you’re thankful that he doesn’t seem to be the type to reprimand someone over a trivial mistake. So, with a much-needed inhale, the formalities begin,

“I’m so sorry about my dog-”

“Please, don’t apologise-”

“I swear, I’m usually a better owner than this.” You try reasoning, but it’s only for your own sake.

“I’ve seen much worse, honest.” Harry smiles reassuringly, the corners of his eyes scrunching cutely as he crouches down to give Beans another rough petting,

“Besides, I got to make a new friend.” He beams up at you, “I’m quite fond of her already.”

“She majored in likeability.” You add with a playful eye roll.

He smiles at that, turning his attention back to Beans, scratching her belly as she rolls over sillily, moving side-to-side to ensure Harry gave her the best belly rub ever.

“I like you very much, Beans.” He beamed down at her fondly,

“Yes, I do. Yes, I do.” Beans loves all of the dotings, her tongue wagging in tune with her tail. Harry continues, 

“I love your silly brown eyes and your goofy smile, and I especially like your bandana.” He admires, glancing up at you.

“She picked it out herself.” You inform proudly.

"Oh, is that right?" His gaze shifts between you and Beans, smiling fondly at the situation he has found himself in, 

"You're a good girl, aren't you?" He hums, and you scold yourself for the way your thoughts turn filthy, stomach clenching at his praises.

Harry finds his feet once more, towering over you with ease. And, you can't even begin to ignore the sight before you- a practically naked man, desperately trying to cool down and enamoured with your dog. Every part of him is on full display; his chest still glistening, his tattoos shimmering in the sunlight, abs flexing and contracting on impulse.

He suddenly understands the utterly distracted gaze swallowing your features, finally sane enough to remember the lack of clothing he donned- how damp and frazzled he must appear. If possible, his cheeks are turning even pinker, all calmness replaced with the same heat he had worked so hard to dispel.

When Harry can't help but take a sharp inhale, you have enough reason to stop gawking at him and instead assist him in regaining his strength. Reaching into the tote bag currently slung over your shoulder, it takes only a second to retrieve what you were searching for, pulling out a mostly-full water bottle.

The bottle itself looks custom-made; probably something you had stumbled upon in a store, deciding it was too cute and camp to pass up on. Decorated in bright pink and pastel blue, two My Little Ponies prancing on either side.

You extend the bottle his way, and Harry looks at you curiously, taking a moment before registering what you're trying to offer. 

He feels bashful, but the mere presence of water makes it impossible to ignore the burning in his throat. So, he sheepishly accepts, his fingers brushing over your own. The water feels like a miracle as he welcomes it, and Harry thinks you might be a saviour disguised as a very pretty, very kind dog owner. When your face morphs into one of relief, the shame he felt is long gone.

After a hefty sip, you're tempted to reach out and wipe the small droplet that slips down his lip, and when Harry attempts to return your gift, you only shake your head in dismissal, getting ready to argue over the ownership of the bottle,

"Keep it." You insist, "You need it more than me."

"I couldn't-" He tries.

"You must."

Harry prepares to protest, but he can feel your sternness swallowing the space between you two, threatening to double down if he even tries. Instead, he accepts defeat, secretly grateful for your gesture,

"That's very kind of you." He commends, totally enamoured and already praying for a second meeting with yours truly.

"It's nothing, promise." You smile shyly.

Harry wants to use this opportunity to at least ask your name- this may be the oddest meet-cute he's had so far- but his mind is a scramble for what to say next, and by the time he manages to string words together, you cough awkwardly,

"Thanks again for taking care of Beans... And sorry again." You glance down at your feet bashfully, and Harry chuckles at your soft shyness,

"It's not a problem, promise." He reassures playfully, enjoying the way your eyes crinkled with a matching smile, 

"If anything, I owe you." 

You hope to god you're not blushing, and when you glance down at his hands, you almost lose all sanity watching the way the water bottle looks so small in his hand, thinking that they may be the perfect size to wrap around.... 

Thankfully, Beans barks enthusiastically, and you manage to pull it together enough to remember that home awaits; your body aching to kick its feet up on the couch, pour some fresh fruit juice, and perhaps take a well-deserved nap. 

"Well, good luck with the rest of your...run?" You confirm, and Harry chuckles heartily, 

"I'll give it my best shot." He promises before crouching down to address your puppy once more, 

"Thank you for keeping me company, Miss Beans, be a good girl for...?" 

"Y/n." 

"For, Y/n." He nods avidly, enjoying the way it rolls off of his tongue, smiling up at you sweetly. Beans lends him one last lick before retreating to your side, ready to follow you to the ends of the earth. 

"C'mon, Beanie baby." You nod at Harry in final departure, a shy smile still swallowing your lips as you turn on your heels and leave.

Harry stays put, watching as you slip further away, ready to descend this monstrous hill, excited puppy in tow. Glancing down at the bottle still clutched in his palm, he feels his heart racing- but this time, there was no physical exertion required. 

He wonders if he might get the opportunity to return your gift- to see you in general. 

But, what Harry does know with certainty is; Almost passing out from heatstroke can have its perks, after all. 

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[blingblong55]

The tiny problems- 141

Based on a request:

I've had this brain worm for the last 2 weeks and I cant get it out. Do you think you could write something with Cod G/t? I'm thinking like a fic with a tiny!y/n, ghost, soap and gaz and giant!price. Maybe something like Price finding little borrowers in his office taking things off his desk? Thank you sm! I love your writing so much!! P.s. I might be sending this same cod g/t kind of prompt to other authors as well. I WILL BE CHANGING THE PROMPT! I just want to see everyone's take on cod g/t. So if you're uncomfortable with multiple authors also writing something maybe similar to this, I understand and you can just ignore this. Thank you🩷🩷 ---- GN!Reader, tiny/giant au, tiny!RN, tiny!Soap, tiny!Gaz, tiny!Ghost, gentle giant!Price, fluff, platonic!relationship ----

A/N: I Fell in love with this idea so…here I am

It is unique, to be Price and live in a comfortable home and have his kind of problems. He lived alone, far from society, and in the woods, it was cosy. Cosy cabin, with delicious food, and a nice fireplace. What more could a man his height need?

Every day, he would sit on his desk, and read the local newspaper and some books. He would laugh or shake his head when he would read some paragraph. Little did he know, he had some of the cutest and tiniest infestations in his home. Ghost, Gaz, Soap and R/N, tiny humans that live in the woods and who have found a home in the Giant Man's home, Price. As the day went on for John, he noticed a few things move around his home. His coffee mug, reading glasses and bonnie hat, all moved around his home.

At night, he heard something move and he rushed to look around his home for any intruder. And then he saw it, his hat moved across his desk and a little foot could still be seen. He sighs, a baseball bat in hand, he lifts the hat and the four tiny humans scream. Price is about to swing the bat when he puts it down, "What the hell-?" he kneels and looks at the tiny humans on his desk. Soap has R/N hidden behind him, Ghost guarding Gaz. "What are you doing here?" Price asks softly. "We needed shelter for the winter." Ghost responds.

"Shelter?"

"Yes, the winter is coming and our home was ruined." Soap says.

"hm, and you have been without a home so…you came to mine?"

"Yes and we are sorry for not saying a word but we didn't expect a.. well-" Ghost replies.

"Giant?"

"Yes, a giant like yourself to live here," Gaz says

"Who is the other little one?" Price asks about you.

"Oh this is R/N, they are a little shy."

From behind Soap, you wave at Price. "Look, you all look old enough to be adults, so we'll make a deal, I let you live here as long as you don't go moving my stuff around or disturbing my peace."

"You got a deal," Ghost took his hand out, Price confused gave his index finger to shake hands with Ghost. "So, what are all of your names?" "I'm Ghost, this is Gaz, Soap and R/N." "Right, well, good night." Price walks back out, probably thinking this was just some weird dream after eating that soup for dinner.

By morning, he woke up to the smell of wood burning and after a rush to the fireplace, he found the four tiny humans all cuddled together near a small fire. He sighs and goes to his room for something to cover them all up with. After looking through clean laundry, he finds an old scarf, which he then places on you all and sighs. He cooked breakfast, went out of his way served a small plate for the four humans to share and then whistled. Soap being the first to get startled wakes the others up. "Oi, I made breakfast, you either come or I give it to the dog." And just like that, he found himself helping the four tiny humans to the table.

Days turned to weeks and months. Price eventually stopped rolling his eyes at Soap's jokes or Gaz's questions and soon found himself making little chairs, spoons, plates, beds, and ladders. He dedicated a room all to the four humans who brought purpose to his life once more. As the harsh January winter arrives, he finds that his little companions begin to sleep in his bed. When asked, R/N responded, "You bring us some comfort and…your bed is the cosiest and warmest of all."

These little friends he created became his lifeline, if he was sick, if he was tired, sad, happy, or emotional, they were there for him and him for them. Soon enough, when Spring arrives, Price lets them know it is okay to stay, that they have become a part of his daily life and he would enjoy their company all year round and when he says it, Ghost appears with an offering.

A handmade scarf, made from the tiny hands of his tiny and funny friends. Now, as he finds new things he is passionate about, he also finds new things to love about the world around him. For example, he loves that now, he doesn't have an empty home, there are people he can finally talk to and even though his problems seem different to theirs, the problems all seem to be equal in some ways.

Tiny problems, now becoming his reason to smile and laugh and even the very reason why he finds himself learning how to cook and wrap birthday or Christmas gifts. In this world, there are many problems and sometimes, if John knows he is looking too deep into them, he can take a step back and look at his four favourite tiny problems.

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[incorrectbatfam]

What would Queering the Map look like in the DC Universe

For those of you that don't know, Queering the Map is basically this website where people can add pinpoints on a map with their different queer experiences. It's really cool, I suggest checking it out (unless you hate The Gays, in which case feel free to unfollow me).

Now, for the headcanons:

"Went to a baseball game for our third date. We ended up on the jumbotron. Some people booed us. I think it's 'cause I wore a Gotham jersey and she had a Metropolis hat. A modern-day Romeo and Juliet."

"Drag storytime here, every Thursday from 5:30 to 7"

"sometimes love is kidnapping a nepo baby with your two polyamorous boyfriends"

"Did it with another Arkham inmate, 5/10"

"According to my grandfather, who trained me to wield a sword from the moment I could walk, I'm 'too young' to know who I am."

"Themiscyra more like Lesbos 2 amirite"

"I have a crush on a boy in my class but every time I ask him to hang out he tells me he's busy. I know he doesn't do any after-school clubs and he doesn't need a part-time job because he's rich as hell. I have my conspiracy theories. Let's see how they pan out."

"@ Ollie Queen I screwed your son in your office"

"On this street corner, I got so nervous talking to the cute food truck worker that I puked in a trash can. I am 42 years old."

"Don't forget about us in Kahndaq!"

"Smallville boys sure love them cornfields"

"I put the bi in billionaire"

"me-wow ;)"

"It's Sunday morning. My wife and I slept in after a wild time last night. I woke up first so I surprised her with her favorite breakfast and used the food scraps to make compost cupcakes for her plants. Then she kissed me and showed me a funny video because she knows I love wild dogs, and it makes everything I've put up with worth it. Some folks will see this and still call us the villains. If that's the case, I don't wanna be a hero."

"I know where I'd put my Lantern ring ( ͡ ° ل͜ ͡°)"

"No GCPD at Pride"

"I no longer live in England but I had my fair share of adventures back in the day. We have always been here and we always will be."

"first kiss here, tasted like waffles"

"Hey Lex I can be your sugar baby i mean henchman"

"I can run from Keystone to Bludhaven in five seconds flat but it doesn't matter because he'll never see me the way I see him"

"I transed the fish. Signed, an Atlantean"

"Wanna match butts?"

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Coffee And Pancakes

Synopsis: One where Harry visits this cafe everyday for this one person he likes (requested)

CW: mentions/slivers chronic pain pls put your mental health first and read with caution if it if something that bothers you. I wrote this because it hit home to me the most combining two requests I got.

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Harry very much liked to visit new cafes in the city everytime. Especially if they served healthy breakfast options.

This Cafe restaurant he goes to particularly caught his special interest, all because of this barista who works there. He saw her the very first day he decided to check out the place, he noticed she was wearing his a crewneck from his old solo merch instantly telling him she was a fan. She also wore a baby green baseball hat to hide the hairnet which he saw every employee wearing. His favourite was her big glasses with dainty frame she wore always.

Since then everytime he visits he liked to watch as she tries not to freak out and take each of his orders, how she stutters even though he orders the same thing everyday he goes there. He liked to talk to her, her name is YN and she works there full-time, he's gotten to know that much about her so far.

But he also remembers her mentioning how Niall once reacted to her video of singing his song on some YouTube channel a few years ago when she was talking about One Direction with her this one very beautiful day. She even suggested he does the same and his fans would love to see that.

Today he was accompanied by his friends and his sister as they were going to catch up after a long time. Gemma has been bugging him to hang out with her so he took out the day for her as his usual schedule consists of going on a walk, after a shower head to the cafe and go straight to studios. He needs to give his family some time too!

Though it made him a teeny bit upset he couldn't talk to YN. But there was always another day, unless she decided to quit her job for some reason. He also really enjoyed his day with his sister and their mum also joined them later.

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It wasn't until the next four days Harry got to see YN again, apparently she wasn't there for work for some reason. It was a friday so he had to wait the weekend but his heart was broke again he didn't find her there on Monday either. He was again disappointed today thinking he wasn't going to see hee there and her friends didn't know when she'd be returning, he didn't ask that because that would be creepy but he over heard a few of her friends talking about her.

Did she quit her job?

He still needed a coffee so he still went the cafe and planned to directly head to studio, call Mitch and Ben early today. Just as he entered the shop he could take a few peaks at the same baby green hat he saw everyday by the coffee machines. Harry's tummy started fluttering with butterflies as he did. He ordered his usual coffe and Pancakes with extra maple syrup.

"Hey you," he heard her voice chirp as she loaded the espresso machine.

"Hey you," he couldn't help the smile which dared to take over his features, "haven't seen you here in a while, how are you?"

"I'm good, I am good," she nodded still getting on with her work, she took out almond milk from the fridge as she poured it into the metal jug and proceeded towards the frother. "How are you? I wasn't in for work for two days, graduated last Friday."

"Oh, congratulations!" he was quite amused by the new information, "what did you major in?"

"In Indian classical music, minored in music history." She seemed very proud of herself though he was quite unsure if it was the degree she was talking about or the pretty design he poured onto the latte she just made, a little swan he could make it out to be.

"Impressive." He commented earning a soft puff of giggle from her. He swore his heart broke into a million pieces then and then watching that smile and giggles of her voice.

"Just a minute." She excused herself and called out the customer who's order was just made, and proceeded to make his coffee.

Harry truly didn't know how to take the conversation ahead. He didn't wanted to ask her what her future plans are with music, it truly had him fascinated because well he's a musician himself!

"Here are your pancakes with extra maple syrup and coffee." YN gave Harry his order, "enjoy!"

"Thank you so much, love." He smiled taking the tray from her as he went to his original spot next to coffee station where she's usually doing her job. He saw she'd drawn a little smily at the end of his name on the cup, something she'd do here and there to show off her doodling skills.

The cafe was silent, there was no ruckus by angry entitled customers as he read his book and indulged his breakfast. It wasn't until a teenage couple walked in and he noticed a bit of banter going on at the cash counter.

"Come on, you drive a fucking tesla, how is one coffee going to affect you?" The young guy said, YN was stood right there with nothing but anger and disappointment on her face.

"I work here, get out Asher." YN sighed, "Ashlyn do you still want your order?"

"Yes, please." The girl nodded and paid for her order.

"I'm going to tell Mumma about." The guy warned her.

"Go on," YN rolled her eyes, "I am not giving you any free coffee, you're old enough go get a fucking job and stop being a fucking brat that you've grown to be!" She turned to the girl, "Ashlyn your order will be ready in five."

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Now it's been almost a month to that situation but it's been on Harry's mind all this time, even though he knows It was none of his business and he's seen her deal with rude customers before but he reckoned the teen was her brother by the conversation.

YN on the other had have had enough from her family, especially her little brother. Being the second oldest of six children she has always been taken for granted. But she carried on with her work that day pushing to take care of later when she's visiting her therapist on the Friday.

Harry was sat in the cafe this morning like usual, eating away his pancakes. Promise, he doesn't eat those everyday, it's only for when his mood strikes!

"Hey Harry!" A voice called from behind catching his attention. It was his friends Kyle who he's known since school.

"Hey," Harry greeted him, "haven't seen you in a long time." They shared their usual bro-hug and sat down.

"Yeah, I've been busy lately with the restaurant we just opened." Kyle said. "Never thought you'd be the kind to go out to get breakfast, how do you like it here so far?"

"Oh, I've been coming here from last month or so." Harry smiled sheepishly not wanting to share the exact reason why he's been going there for that long, "it's quite nice in here, the staff's amazing, so is the food. You should try their muffins."

Kyle chuckled, "this is my mum's cafe, I come by to check in on stuff when she can't." He shared, "and yes the muffins are our speciality here. Grandma's recipe."

"Ah!" He smiled, finding it amusing, "no wonder why it's so good then! Gran Bunny makes the muffins."

Harry felt nostalgic. He'd go over to Kyle's whenever and his grandma would have something or other to force feed him and his friends as kids. He doubts she'd spare any of them even now that they're all grown ups pushing their thirties. Some of Harry and Kyle's would admit to online go over to the boy's house for food which he did not mind, his family loved having people over.

"Have you been to Holmes Chapel  lately?" Harry asked, be hasn't been there in a long time either.

"Yeah, I was there last week to see Granny." Kyle shared and they talked, catching up. Harry kept stealing glances at YN as she went about her work as usual catching his attention here and there. "Have you got a crush on her, mate?" Kyle said catching all of Harry's attention at once.

"No," he shook his head, "why'd you say that?"

"You're literally staring at her."

"No I'm not." Harry refused to admit it to his friend who's technically also YN's boss.

"She's a nice girl, a little too young for you I'd say. But you can try asking her out if you wish." Kyle teased his friends sat in front of him, slumped on his chair poking at the last buts of pancake on his plate drenched in maple syrup.

"What do you mean too young?"

"She started working here when she was 15, Granny says, as a cashier but she stuck around its been about good six to seven years since." Kyle shared, "she's got more patience than a turtle and has out lasted many of our older employees here."

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Harry was walking home at around eight-thirty from studio calling it a day for writing. He was frustrated with the writers block he's been trying to get over from past two weeks. Busy on his phone texting his creative director about the new single from his previous album, he bumped into someone.

"Ah!" The person hissed in pain as they stumble back on their feet.

"Oh my god, I am sorry. I wasn't looking—" he stopped seeing it was YN, he looked to his left to see he was just passing the cafe she works at. "Hey, you okay?" He enquired watching her squeeze her hand in pain. He didn't bump into her that hard, did he?

"You want me to help you with something?" He asked, concerned as she was still hissing in agony. It scared him because he didn't know what was happening, was she playing a prank on him? But he saw a sheen in her eyes before sucked in a deep breath. "Did I bump into you that hard? I'm so sorry?" He spoke again, he noticed there was keys in the keyhole of the door, she was closing up.

"Oh no, lemme see." He carefully reached for her hand to see if she's injured severely. But she wasn't.

"I, uhh, no it's okay. I'm fine." She assured him, pulling her hand hand from his.

"You sure?" He asked.

"Yeah, I'm sure." She nodded and proceeded to lock up the door. He found it adorably weird how she used her knuckles to turn the keys. "You needed coffee this late?"

"No, no I was on my way back home." He shared, "are you sure I didnt hurt you?"

"No you didn't, you're fine. I'm fine." She rushed.

"You work this late?"

"No, took up extra shifts for this month." She shared.

"Okay." He nodded, stood there awkwardly not knowing what to say. She sighed.

"Okay I'll take your leave now, have a good night, Harry." She smiled. Harry swore his heart was about to burst.

"Uhh, yeah. Good night." He nodded, trying to reciprocate the same smile without coming out as a creep. She started her little penguin-esque walk upto the side walk all bundled up in her oversized hoodie and her coat, it was getting colder. He watched her unlock a Tesla — so that douche bag wasn't wrong about it!— and was about to get in before he rushed upto her. "Hey, YN?"

"Hmm?" She turned to him, her car door between them.

"Are you free tomorrow after work?"

'Oh my god! Okay it's happening!' the inner Michael Scott started screaming inside his mind as he asked the question. But she looked at him confused.

"I don't have worked tomorrow, why?" She said canting her head a side, a smile threatening to tug on the corner of her lips.

"I, ehm, wanted to—" he stuttered feeling his throat go dry in instant, "I wanted to ask if you'd like to grab a coffee or maybe lunch?" He blurt out just before rushing to add, "If, if you wish."

YN swallowed thickly as she looked at him for a moment longer, not believing what was really happening. The guy she spent minority of her childhood and all of her teenage years obsessing over is asking her to grab a coffe with him? Is she dreaming? She contemplated how to answer him, not wanting to break his heart. No one has asked her out since she was in highschool and that too ended horribly to add to her many traumas.

"I... uhh... Harry!" She found it difficult to find words from her vocabulary, "I, I have a doctor's appointment tomorrow in the morning. It might take me whole day."

She's telling the truth okay!

The way his puppy face turned into one of upset made her heart drop to her stomach, she doesn't want to turn him down. "That's okay." He sighed, looking down at his vans toeing at the concrete pavement.

"Harry?"

"Hmm?" He lifted his head up to look at her. Soft, tiredness never left her features, a gentle crease between her brows.

"I'm not turning you down," she said, catching full and more of his attention, "if you'd like we can still go grab dinner or go the next day."

"I, ehm, yeah I'd like that." He nodded, rubbing a nervous finger under his nose, his classic move when he's nervous. "I'll see you tomorrow then?"

"Yeah." She nodded.

"This would sound stupid," he mumbled under his breath before taking a careful step closer to her, but she heard him, "can I get your number so I can text you tomorrow?"

"Sure." She smiled. He's sure he's as red as an apple as he felt heat rush upto his cheeks and find it amusing enough to smile at. He fished out his phone from his back pocket and unlocked it before he handed it to her. She took his phone with her shaky hands as she typed in her number and name. Was it that cold? She didn't seemed nervous. Maybe it's just the minor adrenaline rush keeping him warm to even notice, it's nearing October. He even sent her a smiley made of colon and end parenthesis so she knows it's him.

"Shouldn't hold you back longer it's getting late." He said taking his phone from her and checking her new contact in his phone to make sure he doesn't text the wrong number later.

"Mhmm. See you." She said with a petite wave tickling at her finger tips. He waved back and waited for her safely get in her car and drive off before he headed back home himself.

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Harry couldn't bother to go to the cafe today, he made coffee at home today. It was pretty shitty but it was going to work and keep caffeinated him enough for the day at the studio. He felt very motivated to write today!

Though he kept picking up his phone and resting it face down back again throughout his studio session. He wanted to text YN and ask how's her doctor's visit going but that would make him appear as though he's been an obsessed creep of some sort, wouldn't it? He just can't get her off his mind there. He hoped she's doing fine even though he doesn't know her that well yet.

He felt anxious to text her but he told her he was going to. Excusing himself Harry picked up his phone and headed out for a moment. Finally clicking over her contact he saw she'd saved it with her name, plain and simple, he took that extra second to add a little sparkle emoji next to her name before he started drafting her a message. There was around quarter left for six.

- Hey you,

- how's your doctor's appointment going?

He cringed at his question. Three dots appeared on his screen indicating that she's writing a response back.

YN ✨

- Hey you,

- I'm so bored sitting here !!! 😩

- how is your day going?

He chuckled at her choice of emoji at the end of her complain.

- been in studio since morning, so I'd say I'm having an amazing day.

YN ✨

- I am soooo jealous!

- hey, it's my turn now I'll text you in a bit.

He took in a long breathe of relief that it's going to be over for her and he can take her out later. He stuffed his phone back in his pocket.

"Lads, I think we should wrap up for the day." Harry announced reentering the studio room.

"I'm staying to work on this tonight." Ben said, lifting his head up from the computer to look at him.

"Have you been seeing someone?" Sarah pointed out. She has been accompanying their writings sessions lately with Mitch. "You arrive at the studio late, you leave early. What is going on?" Even Mitch shot him his own suspicious glare from where he was sat next to Ben.

Having been put up in a spot Harry froze on his spot for a moment. He wants to keep this to himself if anything further happens for a little while, "no, I'm just hungry. I'm making pasta today, do you guys want to join?"

"Nah, I'll pass this time." Mitch waved him off before getting back to jis work with Ben. He used his cooking as excuse because no one likes when he cooks. He's agree he sucks at it, especially when it comes to pasta dishes.

"I'll see you guys tomorrow." Harry said after he'd gathered his stuff, "Sarah, bring your baby tomorrow."

"Aye!" She gave him a salute as he walked out.

Harry drove back home and hopped in shower taking his time to clean up as he's gone straight to studio after his intense run after Mitch called him up to play him a new tune. Just when he was out of shower he recieved a text from YN.

YN✨

- it's finally over! 😭

- oh, I hope you don't mind me. I've been complaining since you texted me

He chuckled. Of course he doesn't mind her complains over text. He could listen to her all day, everyday if she lets him.

- it's fine love.

- do you still want to grab dinner?

Honestly, he felt more comfortable now asking her questions. And he's really looking forward to this.

- yeah, I'll be home in thirty.

He smiled checking the time. It was half past six. He typed his message leaving her enough to get home and get ready if she wishes.

- I'll come and pick you up at 8?

- is that alright?

Harry felt so stupidly smitten that everytime those three little dots appeared on his screen his heart never fails to almost jump out of his mouth. Her message came in along with her little address.

- yeah, that gives me enough time.

He threw his phone back on his bed as he walked into his closet pushing him into the biggest turmoil of the day; what is he going to wear?!

At the end he settles on a pair if regular fit jeans and his yellowish cream Bode shirt with a tank top underneath to keep him warm. He pulled out a jacket to go with it as it's already freezing cold outside as it's nearing October end. He made sure there was no dust and dirt on the piece of clothing which has been sitting in his closet for almost a year now. He left the house making sure everything is in it's place and all the windows and doors are locked.

YN on the other hand was panicking. For starters, she was stuck in traffic on her way back home, her water heater started acting up when she went to take a shower after sitting in a hospital for entire day. Plus her chronic pain did nothing but added to one and half hour she had to get ready.

It was nearing winter which meant her arthritis was going to flare up, that meant more frequent visits to her doctor and physiotherapist. October has been truly a spooky season for her from past ten year now. She was just eleven when she had a life changing diagnosis, which her parents never bothered to look at for the longest blaming it on her introvert-ness. But now she's been living alone since she moved for college, life has been more easier on her.

Living alone came with it's own perks. No one bothered her. No one told her what she can and can not do. Living alone meant more savings, especially after she found herself lucky that her grandfather left her tuition fees in his will. She was able to buy herself a flat, it's been just a year she moved into her own home, no longer having to live with creepy roommates or crappy flats. Her brother has been very jealous of her recent purchase of her Tesla, but that was a different story. No one believed her working at a cafe got her all these things, she could careless.

Just as she was starting to put on her make-up to look tad bit presentable with her tired face with massive dark circles. She got a text from Harry saying he's waiting for her. She doesn't quite know if it's a date or he wants to hang out, but she had two options which are, go out with him bare faced or make him wait for ten more minutes.

God she hates being late!

Harry had to wait all for five minutes before he got a text from YN.

YN✨

- omg I'm so sorry!

- I need five more minutes plsss

- you can come up.

- pls

- it's very cold outside!

- I feel so badddd

He laughed at her frantic texting. He recieved a number of her flat with another row of apologies and asking him to upstairs as it's very cold outside. He took up her offer after contemplating. He took the lift up to her floor and walked down the corridor finding hers. Her door was right at the very end of the hallway. It was very calm and quiet.

Taking a deep breath he tapped on her door with his knuckles not opting to ring the bell. Still hoping he was at the right door, he was proven right when her door swung open.

"Hey you," he smiled.

"Hey, please come in." She stepped aside. "I just need five more minutes. I promise I'm not like this!"

"Hey it's okay, I'll wait for you." He chuckled. She brought him a glass of water.

"Please take a seat." She gestured at the yellow sofa in her living room, "five minutes." With that she walked into her bathroom.

YN house screamed that jt was her. Though she was still adding a few touches here and there. But what caught Harry's eye apart from bright yellow sofa with two coffee brown love seats in the living room was her little dining table for two which had an aquarium on it pushed towards the wall. He never thought she'd had a pet, let alone a fish. He pulled himself a chair as he admired the beta fish living a good life in it. He saw a little yellow sticky note with a messy writing on it which said 'His Royal Highness, King McFish the first'.

He didn't realised he let out an audible laugh reading that until his own voice rang through his ears.

"Don't laugh." He heard YN call from her bathroom, probably getting ready. She walked out all ready. "I didn't name him that."

"Who did?"

"It's my neighbours daughter, I baby sit her some times." YN shared walking to her balcony and shutting the door closed. "She named him that because she was eating McDonald's that day."

"He's a royal then, isn't he?" Harry chuckled hearing the back story still watching him swim around. And he doesn't blame the little girl, the fish was really looked royal. Black fins with a yellow body, truly calming and easy on eyes to watch it swim around.

He finally looked at YN, she was ready. Dressed in a pair of brown panta, a white over sized turtle neck sweater which looked handmade. He was blown away seeing her hair which would usually be covered by a hair net at work. She'd decided to braid her long hair leaving it draped up front over her rught shoulder, her curtain bangs styled perfectly. He noticed she had even put on just a tad bit of makeup.

"I like your jumper." He commented watching walk upto the table.

"Oh!" She sounded, looking down at her jumper running smoothing sweater paw over the front, "thank you. I made it."

"I thought so." He smirked proud of his little judgement. "Are we ready to go?"

"Uh-huh," she nodded, grabbed her coat hanging on the vacant chair, slipped her phone and a chapstick into a pocket. All the while Harry waited patiently for her as she slipped on her shoes before they headed out. Like a gentleman he is, he got the door for her. He was quite liking her taking her time, it only meant he got more time himself to spend with her that way. Though he was infatuated by her pet fish for a moment there.

"Are you sure I didn't hurt you last night?" He enquired as he drove them to his favorites Italian diner, watching her squeeze her hands. Maybe he was reaching and she was just nervous.

"No, you didn't." She turned to look at him wanting to say something further but shut her mouth.

She didn't wanted to tell him her medical history there. It wasn't his fault that her body turns more fragile during colder months, it was a tiny accident. And that was her nervous tick. She's going out on dinner with Harry after all!

This was her first date (if it was because he didn't specify it when he asked her) after that shitty prom date she had, when her girlfriend ditched her last minute to go with the football team captain instead. She wasn't all that heartbroken because they were dating merely two months before. YN had best time regardless with her two best friends.

"Is this a date?" She wondered.

"Of course it is. Do you still want it to be?" Harry spoke taking her by complete surprise.

"Did I said that out loud?" YN gasped covering her mouth in disbelief. She knew it she is going to fuck it up!

"I can read minds." He shrugged glancing at her occasionally as he drove, "you were thinking way too loud."

YN just shook her head sheepishly, feeling her cheeks heat up and heart basically jumping in her ears. Harry had a good laugh teasing her there.

God, he looks even prettier in person!

She couldn't believe she's going on a date. Let alone with Harry. This was something she was sure she would be telling her grandkids in future for sure.

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Harry pulled a chair for YN before he took a seat himself. They were immediately greeted by the waiter with a menu card. She noticed it had all kinds of beverages on it, especially majority of alcoholic ones. It was a bummer she doesn't drink as alcohol clashes with her medications. She can't even drink more than half a cup of coffee a day because of that.

"Have you decided?" Harry asked.

"I, uh, I don't drink so I'll stick to water." She shared.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't ask." Harry said.

"It's okay, you didn't know."

They were handed the menu card with starters and main course. She didn't know if they were going for both so she picked both not wanting to embarrass herself more in front of Harry. She used up the rest of her time to gather her courage to talk to the waiter.

Don't get her wrong, she works in the same field but she doesn't like to go out to eat for this exact reason. It gives her major anxiety and thanks to her mither who'd forced her to take French and Italian in school that she knew how to pronounce these dishes.

"Are we ready with your order for starters, ma'am?" The waiter asked her first out of both of them, great!

She glanced at Harry once before looking down at her menu picking first thing she saw in front of her having long forgotten what she actually picked, "I'll have, uh, a Caprese Salad, please."

Now when has be eaten a salad in her whole life?

Sure her friend Alex made her and their other friend Brielle the same salad, and she picked only the cheese in it. This was going to be way more embarrassing. Harry ordered some type of soup.

"How did your doctor's appointment go, everything alright?" Harry enquired.

"Mhmm," she nodded, "just a routine check up. I, ehm, have arthritis so I tend to get more... I don't know to put this— sick... during colder months." She finally shared.

Harry felt even more bad now, he definitely did not bump into her that hard but she's already in pain, even that small bump causes her to wince in complete agony, no wonder why her hands were shaky last night. It took him long to put two and two together then and there.

"I'm sorry, love, did it hurt bad?" He felt guilt build up in his gut.

"No, Harry," she rushed, "I told you it's okay. You didn't know." She cooed, reaching for his hand over the table.

"You sure?"

"Yes, I am sure!" She assured him.

"Okay." He nodded.

"You're writing new music you said?" She asked, curious.

"Mhmm." He nodded, "quite a hassle actually. Been going through a massive creative block."

"Awh!" She cooed again.

"Enough about me, you tell me now, what made you get a degree in Music?" He asked.

"Who doesn't love music?" She shrugged, "I certainly do."

"Yeah?" He chuckled at her adorably enthusiasm.

"My grand dad was a teacher, he taught Indian classical music his whole life." She shared, "him and I were very close so I picked up from his hobby and passion."

"That's sweet." He commented, "do you sing?"

"Meh, you can say that I sound more like a dying horse. I'm more into just the art of it, that's why I took the music history too."

"Huh, interesting." He canted his head to aside as he said so, "tell me more about it."

The entire Harry urged her to talk about what she liked and she did with that much enthusiasm. Harry later went with simple Alfredo pasta and YN with some Gnocchi, they even ended up switching. The fight to split the bill was won by Harry as he asked her out, so it was all on him.

"Do you want to get icecream or something warm?" Harry asked as they walked out of the restaurant.

"It's very cold for Icecream." She reminded him.

"Then something warm it is," he opened the door to his car for her, "would you like some hot chocolate, it's a bit late for coffee I reckon?"

"Yeah. But it's on me." She said buckling up her seat belt.

"No, no," he warned her as he drove to the nearest Starbucks as that's the only place which would be open that late. The driveway on the passenger side, as YN ordered for two hot chocolates and paid for it the moment they reached the window. "Hey, you're making me upset!"

"Too bad, too bad my friend." She shrugged stuffing her wallet back in her coat pocket, he just chuckled giving up arguing with her already. He drove to the next window and finally parked in the car park.

Taking in a long breathe, he reflected on his day real quick. Or his evening you can say. He liked his time spent with her like he expected he would. He longed to hear her talk more about literally anything, than hear her calling out people come pick up their orders at the cafe. He wanted to do this again with her. Go out or hang out with her.

"I had a really good time with you, Harry." She shared, leaning back on her seat comfortably.

"Yeah?" He turned his head to look at her, "I did too."

"I know I shouldn't say this, but this doesn't feel real that I went on a date with you!" She shared hesitantly.

"Well, to put you at ease my love, I'm a narcissist so I don't mind that." He chuckled, she scoffed jokingly at his comment. She had much more to say much it can wait for some other time which is not their first date. They sat there in silence, a comfortable one might we add sipping on their hot chocolates.

"Don't make it awkward, say something." She spoke after a while.

"It's not awkward." Harry shrugged. "Is there anything to talk about?" He wondered.

"Not really." She looked at time on her watch, "I've got work tomorrow, I think we should call it a night."

"Mhmm," he sighed sadly, pulling out of the car park, he started driving back to her place.

The drive back to her place was awfully short for his liking. He stopped by her building, and got out with her.

"Thank you for going out with me." He said, "hope we could do this some time again?"

"Yeah," she smiled sheepishly. "We could do that."

"We'll plan that out soon then, yeah?" He carefully reached for her, to his surprise she slipped her hand right in his. Her felt cold against his.

"Mhmm." She nodded, "hug?" Without a word uttered Harry wrapped her in his arms, in a warm embrace making sure to be extra delicate with her. She draped her own around his shoulders. "Text me when you get back, okay?"

"I will." He nodded, with a last gentle squeeze he let her go.

"Good night." She said, gently slipping her hand from him.

"Good night, love." He waved at her as he walked back into her building.

Sighing he got back into his car, drove home with a possible second date.

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N O T E:

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2) Reminder that my requests are open atm.

3) it really calmed me writing this one. Hehe! The way of self validations I find. But I hope the person aho requested this liked it too. 🥺

Thank you so much for reading!

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[teaberrii]

Chapter 2: Check-In

After ending a five-year relationship, you pour all your energy into work. Your latest assignment? Staying at a popular bed-and-breakfast to gather information. It should be a piece of cake... If only the owner isn't the man you scolded on the street.

Jing Yuan/You

Notes:

Cross-posted on Ao3

Female reader

Chapter index at the end of chapter one

Today is the day.

You’re holding your boarding ticket in one hand and pushing your suitcase in the other. As soon as you find a place to sit, your phone buzzes with a call from your mom. You brace yourself, knowing that she’ll be dropping a lot of questions about your breakup. It’s been a week, and you’ve been bombarded with questions and asks from all of your mutual friends. Besides Herta, you haven’t told anyone, so you know it’s your ex who’s been telling all the stories and treating the breakup like celebrity news. You aren’t surprised. While you want to think they’re coming from a good place, you know some of them just want the tea.

Finally, there’s your mom, the person you’ve been afraid of telling. She’s known your ex for as long as you have, and he’s always been good to her. So, of course, you’ve been thinking of how to drop the news, only to call her about it, but didn’t get a response… until now.

“You two broke up?! What happened? Why?”

“I wanted to tell you sooner,” you say calmly. “But… we just don’t work anymore. We’ve grown apart.”

“Did you two talk? He told me he saw you and Herta with men at a bar—”

“Mom,” you interrupt, not meaning to sound as annoyed as you did. “Those men were friends. And, could you cut him off, please?”

“...Have you been okay? Is there something I can do?”

“Everything’s fine, Mom.” A young boy with blonde hair tied back into a ponytail walks towards you. Suddenly, Jing Yuan flashes into your mind. “...I’m okay.”

The young boy smiles, and you think he’s smiling at you, but he’s really smiling at the man sitting behind you.

“Dad!”

Dad? You’re about to turn around when you see a familiar man with long blue hair and red eyes. Wait a minute. Isn’t that…?

Blade sees you, and his surprise disappears as fast as it comes. Just then, the child runs past you and says, “Dad, we brought snacks!”

You turn around, and you almost drop your phone upon seeing Jing Yuan in a casual black shirt and gray pants. He’s also wearing a baseball cap. You’re still staring at him when your mother says your name, snapping you out of your shock. Then, you quickly look off to the side and say, “I’ll call you when I get to Xianzhou.”

Blade walks up just as Jing Yuan takes the snack from his son. “Well,” Blade says, “this is a surprise.”

That’s when it hits you. If Jing Yuan's behind you, does this mean he eavesdropped the entire time? You turn back, not expecting to see him looking at you.

“I went from a criminal to a friend in a week,” he says with a slightly amused look. “How interesting.”

“So, you were eavesdropping,” you say flatly.

“Not purposely.”

Jing Yuan had one leg crossed over the other, his nose in a book. He was about to flip the page when he felt someone sit behind him. When he heard the ringing, he began digging into his bag for his earphones. Then, that was when he heard it.

“I wanted to tell you sooner.”

That voice. It was so familiar, but he couldn’t put his finger on it.

“But… we just don’t work anymore. We’ve grown apart.”

Jing Yuan looked over his shoulder, and while he couldn’t see your face, he was instantly reminded of the woman who scolded him on the street. Nah… It couldn’t be. Right?

“Mom. Those men were friends. And, could you cut him off, please?”

Jing Yuan leaned forward, just enough to get a peek at your face under the hat you wore. The brief surprise was written all over his face. Then, he quickly leaned upright and heard his son’s voice.

“Dad!”

The boy looks from Jing Yuan to you and back to his father. “...Do you two know each other?”

Blade puts his hands on the child's shoulders just as you look at the young boy. “Us?" you ask. "We—”

“We do, Yanqing,” Jing Yuan interrupts, looking at you. “We’re friends, aren’t we?”

You almost scoff.

Blade looks down and says, “They’re working on their friendship.” Then, he looks at you. "We didn't get a chance to introduce ourselves at the restaurant."

Yanqing looks from his father to you and then innocently says, “I’m Yanqing!” He extends his hand to you. “Nice to meet you!”

While you aren’t a fan of kids, Yanqing is strangely endearing. You take his hand and say your name. Then, just for kicks, you say, “But, let’s keep that between us.”

“Careful, Yanqing,” Jing Yuan says. “She might kidnap you.”

You give him a deadpan look while Jing Yuan returns it with a small smile.

“Kidnap me?” Yanqing asks. “Why would she do that?”

“Good question,” Blade answers. “Maybe it’s to keep you safe from your dad.”

Jing Yuan gives him a deadpan look while Yanqing says, “But, I have two!”

You look from Jing Yuan to Blade and back to Jing Yuan. As if knowing what you’re speculating, Jing Yuan is about to say something, but Blade speaks up instead. “You’re right.” He catches Jing Yuan’s look. “...But, we all know who's your favourite.”

"Probably not Jing Yuan," you say.

"And why's that?" Jing Yuan asks flatly.

You shrug.

"Is this still about that misunderstanding?"

"What misunderstanding?" Yanqing asks.

It takes Blade thirty seconds to explain.

Yanqing laughs. “So… Is that supposed to be good luck or bad luck?” Then, he looks at you. “Auntie, you got the wrong idea!”

Auntie?

Jing Yuan instantly notices how your smile falls after the nickname.

“She really is Dad’s cousin, and she’s always been on the… um…”

“It’s okay to be honest, Yanqing,” Blade says.

“...the childish side!”

You crouch, so you’re at eye-level with Yanqing and put your hands on his shoulders. “...Call me by my name next time, okay?”

“Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen…”

As the boarding announcement to Xianzhou continues, you stand and put a hand on your suitcase. When it ends, Yanqing looks at you, his eyes shining. “Are you going to Xianzhou, too?”

“That’s right.”

“Guess we’ll be on the same flight for the next two hours,” Blade says.

You feel someone’s hand on yours, and you look down and see Yanqing trying to take a peek at your boarding pass.

“Yanqing,” Jing Yuan says sternly. Before you can say anything, he swiftly picks up his son. “That’s rude. What do you say?”

“I just wanted to know where she was sitting!” Then, he looks at you with a cute, little pout. “Sorry.”

You want to squish his little cheeks, but instead, you say, “16B.”

Yanqing’s eyes widen. “Mystery solved!”

“...What mystery?” 

“We’ve been wondering who’s going to sit next to Dad on the plane.”

You think Yanqing is talking about Jing Yuan, but why is he looking at Blade? This is getting confusing.

“Yanqing’s my son,” Jing Yuan says as if sensing your confusion. “Blade is—”

“My other dad,” Yanqing chimes in.

Jing Yuan sighs. “To clarify, Blade—”

“We would now like to welcome passengers in Zone…”

“We’d better get going,” Blade says.

Jing Yuan gestures for you to go ahead as the line starts moving to board the plane. “After you.” Then, he puts Yanqing down and he follows after you.

“It’s been a while since Yanqing was so friendly with a woman,” Blade says quietly.

“...Yeah. It’s nice to see him smiling again.”

Jing Yuan still remembers the day he explained to Yanqing about shared custody. Yanqing has always been smarter than the kids his age, but Jing Yuan never thought Yanqing would grasp the concept of divorce so fast. And while Jing Yuan met with a couple of female friends during this time, Yanqing has never been this friendly with them.

You push your carry-on in the aisle while on the lookout for your seat. When you finally find it, you easily haul your luggage into the compartment above. When you take your seat, you see Yanqing on his knees and looking at you from behind his seat.

“Yanqing, sit properly,” Jing Yuan says.

“...Hey.” Jing Yuan turns to Blade. “Switch places with me.”

“...Why?”

Blade slightly smiles. “Because I want to sit with my son.” Jing Yuan almost rolls his eyes. He glances at you and sees you pull out a detective novel. “Just do it.”

You feel the seat next to you shift due to a sudden weight. You instinctively turn but frown when you see Jing Yuan beside you.

“...What are you doing?”

“Sorry,” Jing Yuan deadpans. “Did you want to sit with Blade?”

“If I’m being honest, I’d rather sit with Yanqing.”

“Oh, is that so? You’d rather be next to a kid on a plane, sweetheart?”

“...What did you just call me?”

Jing Yuan awkwardly clears his throat and looks ahead. “...Sorry. Force of habit.”

You lightly scoff and turn back to your book just as the plane begins taking off.

An hour into the flight, you casually flip the page and put your elbow on the middle armrest where it bumps into Jing Yuan’s arm. You turn as does he, and that’s when you see him playing chess on a tablet.

“...You play chess?”

“Are you going to judge me about that, too?” he casually jokes.

You lean over. “I’ve wanted to learn.”

“Is that so?”

You glance up. “Why do you sound so surprised?”

“...I can teach you, but for a price.”

“Wait. How do I even know you’re any good?”

His little, confident smile is quite attractive.

Jing Yuan slightly leans closer, and you get a whiff of his cologne. “Should I prove it to you?”

“Ooh, you’re right, Dad. They do get along well.”

You and Jing Yuan turn and see Yanqing peeking through the space between the seats.

“Let’s not bother them, Yanqing,” Blade says. “Privacy is important, after all.”

You look at Jing Yuan’s tablet and give him a small nudge. “Hey, it’s your move.”

But Jing Yuan doesn’t rush. When he does make his move, he asks, “...May I ask why you’re going to Xianzhou? For vacation?”

“For work.”

“Work? What do you do?”

You lean back in your seat. “Are we playing twenty questions now?” You look at the virtual chessboard. “Or… Am I giving you too much pressure?”

“You could certainly try, sweet—” Jing Yuan catches himself and looks back at the board to make his move.

“I work as a market researcher for a hotel company.” After Jing Yuan makes his move, he looks at you just as you ask, “Why are you going to Xianzhou?” You nod toward the seats in front. “Family vacation?”

“I run a business there.”

“You do?”

“Again, is that so surprising?”

“You don’t seem like the type.”

Jing Yuan quietly scoffs. “Very judgmental, aren’t we, Corporal?”

You slowly clap. “Very creative… General.” Then, you tap his tablet. “Your move.”

Jing Yuan slightly shakes his head with a smile and looks down. After making his move, he asks, “You said you work for a hotel company… Which one?”

“Star Rails Hotel.”

“...That’s a luxury hotel.”

“It very much is.” You chuckle. “What? Are you going to say I don’t look like someone who’d work there?”

“Employees make a company,” Jing Yuan answers. “They’ve been doing well, so I’ve heard. Guess you’re one of the reasons for their success.”

Well, that’s a compliment you aren’t expecting.

“Flattery will get you nowhere,” you finally say.

“Was I going somewhere?” Jing Yuan casually asks. “Oh, or are you one of those people who can’t take a compliment?”

You glare at him and he cheekily smiles back. Then, he makes his move.

“How long have you and Blade been looking after Yanqing?”

Finally, Jing Yuan has a chance to explain. But just as he’s about to speak, the plane suddenly rocks.

“Ladies and gentlemen, we’re experiencing some turbulence. Please return to your seats and fasten your seatbelts.”

When it gets worse, you instinctively grab his wrist. Jing Yuan puts his tablet on his lap and shifts a little closer to you. Then, when it passes, you awkwardly let go and put your hands on your lap.

Jing Yuan suddenly remembers that night at the restaurant. If the conversation he overheard is anything to go by, you likely broke up with your boyfriend. And it probably happened the night he saw you in the taxi.

“...Was everything okay that night?” Jing Yuan quietly asks without looking at you.

“That night…?” You sigh softly. “Ah… You mean after I left the restaurant?”

“You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to.”

“Well, duh,” you say, trying to lighten up the situation. “Did you think I’d answer if I didn’t want to?”

Jing Yuan shrugs. “Just accept my politeness.”

“Right.” Then, jokingly, “I don’t think it comes that often.”

“Hilarious.”

“...We broke up that night.” Jing Yuan turns to you as you say, “A long overdue decision, but better late than never.”

“...Should I congratulate you then?”

You turn to him, and it’s the first time he sees you genuinely smile. “You should.”

Then, he quietly claps. “Congratulations. You’re finally free.”

You dip your head as if bowing. “And freedom has never felt so good.”

After listening to the announcement that the plane will be landing soon, Jing Yuan asks, “Where are you staying?”

You’re putting away your book as you say, “The Knights Bed and Breakfast.”

“...Really? You don’t say?”

You sit back upright on your seat. “You must’ve heard about it.”

“That I have.”

“What do you know about it?”

“Are you using me for research?”

You shrug.

“It’s a nice place but like with any business, there are areas of improvement.”

The announcement asking for passengers to return to their seats comes on just as you say, “Keeping it vague, huh?”

“You’re already going to get first-hand experience.” Then, with a mischievous look, he says, “I’d be curious to hear what you have to say about them.”

You raise a brow. “Why?”

“Dad’s asking for your number.”

You face forward and see Yanqing peeking between the seats. Before you can say anything, he quickly looks back as a flight attendant walks down the aisle.

Jing Yuan isn’t expecting Yanqing to be so blunt. Is this going to be awkward now?

“Then, are you going to teach me chess?”

“I thought you doubted my skills.”

“I thought you were confident.”

Jing Yuan holds up the tablet just as the plane lands. And, on the screen, it clearly says: YOU WIN!

You chuckle. “It’s probably rigged.”

He holds out his hand as if expecting something. “Where’s your evidence?”

“...Fine. You win this round.”

“Does this mean there’ll be another?”

You lightly scoff and turn to look out the window where you see the beautiful silhouettes of the mountains.

Once you’re off the plane, you’re walking along with everyone else to go through the usual airport procedures. Jing Yuan, Yanqing, and Blade are walking a short distance behind you.

“She’s staying at the B&B?” Blade asks.

“Ooh. That means we’ll get to see her every day,” Yanqing says.

Jing Yuan puts his hand on his son’s shoulder, stopping him from running off to tell you the exciting news. “That’s right. But, let’s make that a surprise.”

Once you have all of your belongings, you head toward the taxi waiting area with a bunch of other people. Except, Jing Yuan, Blade, or Yanqing are nowhere to be found. A taxi drives up, and you shake the thought of them away and haul your things into the trunk.

As the taxi weaves through the open roads of the island, you roll down the window. You hear the excited cheers of a beach volleyball game on the beach and feel the refreshing ocean air on your face. Somehow, your heart feels lighter.

“First time here?”

The driver is looking at you from the rearview mirror. You roll up the window and say, “Yeah.”

“Well, you won’t be disappointed. You’re stayin’ at a good place.”

“Is The Knights B&B that popular?”

“Oh, you have no idea. Even us locals love stayin’ there from time to time.”

“I’ve heard great things about it online. But, it’s my first time hearing that locals love it, too.”

“The owner’s a great guy,” the driver says. “He was born and raised here until he left for the city.”

“Well, they say home is where the heart is.”

The driver laughs. “Very true.”

The taxi pulls up to a villa made out of stone. The architecture reminds you of something out of medieval times. Very fitting. The small garden in front is well maintained with a grass sculpture of a cute rabbit with large eyes wearing a conductor’s outfit. Must be their mascot.

You thank the driver, pay the fee, and step out of the car. He helps you with your belongings and once he drives off, you head into the villa.

A soft bell chimes when you step in. You immediately smell a fragrance that reminds you of sweet tobacco and leather. A fireplace is off to one side, and you hear the fire crackling. A small group of people are sitting on the vintage sofas, enjoying their tea on the matching table.

“Say cheese!” A young woman with light pink hair and pink and blue eyes holds up a Polaroid camera and snaps a photo of her friends sitting across from her. “...Dan Heng! Would it kill you to smile?”

You walk up to the counter, and a tall man with combed-back black hair and large blue eyes suddenly appears from underneath.

“Phew! That should do it!” When he sees you, you gasp. “Oh, hello! Did I keep you waiting? I apologize.”

He oddly reminds you of the rabbit outside.

“No worries. I just got here,” you say.

“Could I get your name?”

After giving it to him, you wait as he types away on the computer. Then, he smiles at you. “Congratulations! You were the visitor to book our last room!”

“Uh, great! Does that… mean anything?”

“We’ve prepared a special gift basket in the villa you’ll be staying! You’ll also receive some special benefits which include—”

The bell chimes, and then you hear a familiar voice.

“Hi, Pom!”

Wait a minute.

You turn around and almost drop your phone. You’re still at a loss for words just as Pom says, “Yanqing! Blade!” Then, standing straighter than before, he gives a salute. “Boss! Welcome home!”

Boss? Who—

“How were things while I was out?” Jing Yuan asks, walking up beside you.

“Good.” Then, Pom gestures to you. “Meet the winner of our exclusive benefits!”

Jing Yuan finally looks at you. “Congratulations.”

Finally, you blurt, “You’re the owner?”

“Guess I don’t look like it, huh?”

“...Um, do you two know each other?” Pom asks, looking from you to Jing Yuan and back to you.

"Yes," Jing Yuan answers.

You groan quietly.

Then, you hear Yanqing whisper to Blade, “Does this mean they're officially friends?”

You glance at Jing Yuan who looks as if he knows what you’re thinking. You almost want to sigh. What a great way to start your investigation.

Pom looks from you to Jing Yuan and back to you. When no one says anything, he grabs the keys to your cabin.

“Don’t hesitate to let Dad know if you need anything!”

You force a little smile at Yanqing and nod. Then, you take the keys and a map from Pom and head out.

“She was really surprised!” Yanqing says after you walk out.

“The look on her face was priceless, I have to admit,” Blade says.

“Am I the only one who’s lost?” Pom asks. “Who is she, really?”

“A friend!”

“A woman we met in the city.”

But it’s Jing Yuan who says, “She’s just another guest.”

“...So he says,” Yanqing whispers to Blade.

“I heard that,” Jing Yuan says without looking at his son.

You’re walking towards your cabin as you contemplate what you’re going to do next. Jing Yuan, the unexpected owner of the most popular B&B in Xianzhou knows you’re here for work. But, while he doesn’t know exactly what, it won’t take long to figure out. By the time you reach your fairytale-themed cabin, you decide to forget about it. You’re here for a job, and no matter what, you’ll push through all obstacles. Even if one of those obstacles is a handsome man who looks like he can toss you like a sack of potatoes.

You enter the cabin and your jaw instantly drops. The entire cabin is brightly lit with natural lighting. The furniture’s vintage design and matching colours are reminiscent of the ones you saw at the main cabin. It’s spacious, and the chandeliers remind you of something from a princess movie. You close the door behind you and see a large ornate mirror on the adjacent wall. Upon heading into the living room, there’s a large welcome basket with your name in cursive on a white envelope. Inside is an eloquent welcome message signed by Jing Yuan.

As you go through the gift basket, you’re pleasantly or… unpleasantly surprised that the soaps, beach supplies, towels, and even some basic hiking gear, are of great quality. You note the practicality of the gifts, something that even big hotels overlook.

Then, you hear a knock at the door. Leaving your belongings in the living room, you open the door, surprised to see Jing Yuan.

“I hope everything has been to your liking so far."

“If I’m being honest, I can see why this place is so popular.”

A small chuckle. Then, he says, “I know you’re here for work, but Yanqing’s been bothering me to ask you if you want to have dinner with us.” That’s when you see Yanqing and Blade standing a short distance away. "He specifically told me to tell you it'll be my treat. Pom will also be there. The man who served you at the counter.”

“I’ll come,” you say, “but I’ll pay for myself.”

“Fair.” Then, with a kind smile, he says, “See you tonight then, Corporal.”

“Really? You’re sticking with that lame nickname?”

“Would you rather I call you Auntie?”

You frown. “Not funny… General.”

Then, just before you close the door, he says, “...By the way, if you need anything, just call me.”

“There’s that kind of service here?”

"Guess you need to do a little more research."

Before closing the door, you see Jing Yuan give a thumbs up to Yanqing who waves at you with both hands. You wave back, also acknowledging Blade beside him. Then, you watch Yanqing walk between the men with one hand in Jing Yuan’s and the other in Blade’s.

Maybe Jing Yuan isn’t so bad after all.

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[ryujenini]

Fluffcember Day 19

Yunjin x Y/N for @dav1233555

You and Yunjin had been together for coming up to 3 months now but you had yet to be able to go to one of her shows since you were also very busy with your blossoming acting career, but that was changing tonight because you had finally finished your kdrama and we're going to surprise Yunjin by being front row for the last night of the tour

It was so hard keeping the secret from her, especially when you guys were doing an Instagram live, which had become a regular thing over the past few weeks, her fans loved you two together and couldn't get enough, as the comments flooded in you couldn't help but smile seeing a few of the fans asking if you'd be at the show tonight, Yunjin nudging you in the side in questioning, you just responded by kissing her on the cheek and watching the blush flood her face, about 10 minutes later you both finished the live and Yunjin ran off to quickly get changed before getting picked up for rehearsal by Chaewon

You stood on the doorstep waving them off as the car left, before running back inside, checking your watch and seeing that you only had 2 hours left to get ready, luckily the arena was only 30 minutes away so you were definitely going to be on time, you put on your favourite outfit and Yunjins favourite of your elixirs and practically hopped out the door to your uber

When you got there fans were looped around the building and luckily Yunjin's manager knew you were on the way and was waiting for you at the secret entrance so you wouldn't get noticed, you didn't know why you felt so nervous about surprising her, hopefully everything would go to plan

20 minutes later you were taking your seat right in the middle of the front row, baseball hat covering your face, with a rose in hand just waiting for the show to start, you recognised a few of the people next to you as some of Yunjin's bandmates family, friends and significant others

Just as one of them was about to talk to you the lights went down and the show started.

It wasn't until towards the middle of the show that Yunjin spotted you as you took your hat off and handed the rose to her, shock was written all over her face as she mouthed an "I love you" and blew you a kiss which you made a big show of catching and putting in you pocket for later

The show was amazing and every now and then you and Yunjin would share eye contact just smiling widely at eachother

Towards the end of the show you made your way backstage to wait for her, you didn't have long to wait before she was running into your arms with her girls in tow teasing her for being so in love with you

You guys didn't stay in the arena for much longer, yunjin was exhausted and just wanted to go home so her manager arranged a car for you both, within the next hour you were home, you got in and started running a bath for you both to share before going to bed, you practically having to carry Yunjin from the bath as she was nearly falling asleep,  you got into bed snuggling up close to eachother, Yunjin head on your chest as she listened to the sound of you breathing, whispering a sleepy sounding "thank you for coming tonight baby" before planting a kiss on your jaw and nestling into your neck as she fell asleep

You woke up at 7am the next morning, sun blinding your eyes as the smell of pancakes hit your nose as you took in the lack of a Yunjin in your arms you got up and went downstairs, the sight that met you melting your heart, Yunjin standing at the stove making you both breakfast dressed only in you white button up shirt,  dancing and humming along to the music coming from her phone, you smiled as you walked over to her wrapped your arms around her waist and kissing her on the cheek, she giggled slightly as she jumped before turning to kiss you on the lips and hugging you tightly before letting go and saying those 3 words that you wanted to hear for the rest of your life.

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[prettytoxicrevolver]

omg from the holiday list! scenarios with a plot number 8 with sway and dialogue 21 bc i cannot deal that is so cute 🫣

im hoping I did this justice but like.... honestly this fic is so cute. enjoy!!

The first snowfall of the year was consistently your favorite day every single year. You loved the cold, loved the snow covering every inch of nature like a beautiful pure blanket, you loved snow angels and the memories of sledding and building snowmen with your family and hot cups of coco and a million other memories clouded deep in the individual snowflakes of your childhood. 

So, when your daughter experiences her first day off from school because of the snow you’re practically more excited than she is. You’ve been awake since six, curled up in your favorite chair next to the window rotating between watching the snowfall and becoming engrossed in your favorite book. 

It takes Jeremy another hour or so to get up, you listen as your husband stirs from his sleep and sits up to see the light glinting off the snow creating a halo effect around you. You pick your head up out of your book and turn to see the definition of a prince sitting in bed looking at you. Jeremy has one arm up and resting on top of his head, his body half reclined with tired eyes roaming your figure. The blanket on the bed has slipped so most of his chest is showing and the tired but loving smile on his lips has you melting like the snow will in a couple of days. 

“Good morning,” he murmurs in that deep voice reserved just for you. 

“Morning,” you smile widely, a natural reaction around your husband. 

You place your bookmark inside your book before getting up and climbing back into bed with Jeremy. He pulls you into his side and you rest your head on his chest while his fingers trace lazy patterns on your body. 

“Do you have practice today?” 

“No,” he says, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. 

“Should we go wake up Livvy?” you ask, lifting your head so your chin rests on his chest. 

“No I think-” 

Your husband doesn’t get to finish his sentence, the words cut off by your daughter bounding into the room. She climbs up onto the bed and immediately throws herself down in the middle of you two. 

“Dad it’s snowing!” she squeals in excitement, tugging at Jeremy’s hand so he can look out the window. 

Your moment is paused from then on, your daughter dragging Jeremy to the window and eventually downstairs to eat breakfast and out the door for sledding. You join them as they start to make a snowman, grabbing all of the clothes your daughter asks for. She grabs them from you and starts to dress the snowman her and Jeremy have built. 

Jeremy steps back, making his way over to you and sliding an arm around your waist. You look up at him and he leans down to press a kiss to your lips. 

“Y’all having fun?” you ask and he hums in agreement against you. 

“Momma look!” Olivia calls and you turn to see the snowman dressed in a bruins jacket, a bruins baseball hat, stick arms, a carrot nose and a smile made out of rocks. 

“It looks perfect baby.” 

The three of you head inside for dinner and Jeremy offers to put Olivia to bed afterwards. You’re standing in the bathroom brushing your teeth when your husband sneaks in behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing his face into your shoulder. 

“Is she asleep?” you ask around a mouthful of toothpaste. 

“Out like a light,” he promises. 

He kisses your cheek before letting go and brushing his own teeth. The two of you talk for a bit before heading to bed, Jeremy holding you close while you drift to sleep. 

When you wake up, there’s a tugging on your arm and a quiet voice in your ear. Your eyes snap open realizing it’s your daughter and she has tears in her eyes as she looks at you. 

“Livvy baby, what's wrong?” you ask, sitting up in bed and dragging her into your lap. 

You pull her close, one hand cupping her head to your chest while the other fumbles for the lamp. Once it’s on, your free hand nudges Jeremy until he’s awake before you’re back to focusing your full attention on your daughter. 

“Dad read me a story about a snowman walking around town at night and stealing Christmas presents,” she chokes out, crying hysterically in your arms and you cast a glance at Jeremy who has nothing but regret on his face. 

“It’s not real baby, snowman can’t move,” you promise and your ever defiant daughter sits up in your lap and shakes her head. 

“Yes they can! I saw ours moving when I looked outside!” 

You sigh quietly before carefully maneuvering out of bed and carrying Olivia to the window and pointing outside. 

“They’re not moving baby,” you tell her but she’s still unsure. 

“What about the other snowmen?” 

So, that’s how you, Jeremy, and Olivia end up in the middle of the streets while it’s still snowing, taking a stroll to show her that snowmen don’t actually move or do anything at night. She gazes at them with fear in her eyes at first, but after seeing two or three, she’s moved on to being in awe of the Christmas lights decorating each house. 

The snow has started up again as you walk, and Jeremy pulls you close against him, a soft smile on his lips. 

“You got some snow,” he starts to say, brushing it off your hair and you smile up at him. 

“You look pretty covered in snow,” he starts to say and even after all these years you blush at his words. “Guess that’s why they’re called snow angels.” 

“Oh,” you drag out, dramatically bumping your head onto his chest. “You’re so cheesy.” 

“You love it,” he smirks. 

“I really do,” you respond and his smile widens. 

“Let’s get my girls home, yeah?”

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[joelswritingmistress]

Camp Crystal Lake: Chapter 9

Requested by @yellowjacketsbuzzbuzz

Joel Miller x f!reader (romance/horror)

Setting: Camp Crystal Lake

The reader is taking on the position of a camp counselor at the infamous Camp Crystal Lake. While she begins to enjoy her summer, even crushing on the camp director Joel, a killer lurks in the woods unbeknownst to anyone.

Laying in Joel’s arms all night until the sun came up was perfection, to say the least. I had never been the type to be clingy or fall hard for a guy; but I knew this was the exception. If Joel wanted all my time and attention, I would gladly give it to him.

When I stirred in the early morning hours with the peak of the sun through the blinds, I heard Joel clear his throat beside me.

“What time is it?” I whispered, though it was the least of my concerns. As he cuddled me close to his body, face-to-face, I smiled and all of a sudden didn’t care about my question.

“A little after six,” he said quietly back. A second later his lips pressed against mine and all of the events of the night before played through my mind like a movie. Joel’s hand traveled the length of my bare back and rested on my hip. “Are you an early morning girl?”

I smiled against his lips and we laughed together. “I am.” I sighed and accepted another kiss, “You seem like an early riser.”

Joel laughed a little louder, “I am.” He echoed, pulling up at the back of my leg as I let it hook around the top of his. I was lost in him already. He knew exactly what he was doing and I allowed myself the morning to get lost in my time with him.

As I pulled on the laces of my sneakers with one foot on the bottom step of the staircase, Sandra was eying me as she tied a bandana around her head in preparation for the morning hike. I smirked to myself and she finally giggled.

“Are you going to come out with it or are you going to make me pry?” She asked with a laugh, toying with her bouncy girls.

“I don't know what you're talking about?” I joked.

“You know the windows were open, right?”

I glanced up and stared at her with my mouth half open and Sandra began to laugh a little louder.

“I'm kidding,” she claimed. “We didn't hear anything.”

I swatted her on the arm.

“So did you..” Sandra began but abruptly changed the course of her sentence when her eyes landed on Joel, who casually appeared at the top of the staircase and began his descent down. “Did you eat breakfast yet?”

“I'm probably just going to have a couple pieces of toast,” I said, trying not to smile.

“Like..” Sandra smirked, “.. one piece on top of the other all lathered in butter or just plain side by side?”

I snickered at first and then couldn't help but let out on a full blown laugh. “Umm..” My eyes lifted to meet Joel’s who was fighting hard to suppress a grin as he reached the bottom of the stairwell, pulling a baseball hat on.

Damn he looks good.

“Morning ladies,” he addressed us.

“Good morning Mr. Miller,” Sandra said with a nod, smiling big.

“Morning,” I echoed.

“Ready to learn the walking trails around here?” He asked, “Maybe get an early morning jog in?”

“Walking trails, yes,” Sandra told him enthusiastically. “Running? Not so much.”

“She's just worried us men will show up the girls,” Ted joked, entering the conversation as he crossed his bony arms across his chest.

“You know I can probably beat you up, Ted?” Sandra claimed.

“Promise?” He wiggled his eyebrows and made her laugh.

“Has anyone seen Annie?” Joel asked, glancing around the open floor plan of the bottom floor where everyone else was scattered about.

Jeff wandered toward the window and glanced outside with his hands on his hips. “Her car’s not there.”

“Did she join you at the fire last night?”

Jeff and Sandra looked at one another and shook their heads.

“We saw her come inside,” Ted said, nudging Sandra, “Remember?”

“Yeah we called her name because we saw someone take the stairs onto the porch and go inside. But she must not have heard us.”

“Hmm..” Joel glanced up the stairs and then joined Jeff by the window. “Maybe she went to pick up some more food and supplies for the kitchen. I know that was her concern last night when she went out to the dining hall.”

“Should we walk by it on our hike?” I asked him. “Make sure things are okay?”

Joel nodded. “I'm sure everything’s fine.”

“You didn't hear her come in last night, boss?” Ted asked.

Joel's eyes briefly met mine and he shook his head. “No.”

“That wasn't until after ten,” Teri choked in from where she sat on the couch, toying with her phone.

“Yeah, you were probably asleep,” Sandra added, maintaining an extra second of eye contact with him. The corner of her mouth tipped up in a little half-smirk.

“It was a long day,” Joel explained.

“I'm going to grab a couple bottles of water,” I said, vacating the area and feeling Sandra at my heels as we made our way to the refrigerator.

Joel looked at his watch. “Five minutes. Let's meet out front. Oh and.. no wandering over to the old Camp Blood.” He cleared his throat and Jeff made a guilty face.

Sandra looked over her shoulder with a smile and rolled her eyes. “I wouldn't want to miss dessert.”

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[haee-elia]

spence-tober: day 1 - lumberjack

pairing: lumberjack!spencer reid x fem!reader

summary: in which you begin a new chapter of your life living with your flannel loving, tree hugging chopping, boyfriend

word count: 823

warnings: none, so much fluff, very short blurb

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You sit up idly with a cup of coffee in your hands watching your boyfriend of six months get dressed. You try to ignore the piles of boxes around the room and settle onto the lithe form of Spencer as he starts buttoning up his shirt, fixing the cuffs to his liking.

You smile after you take a sip of coffee, “You know,” You start on teasingly, “You really don’t have to lean into the stereotypes, Mr. Red Flannel.”

Spencer doesn’t turn to face you, but you do watch him look into the mirror in front of him to look back at you, still in bed.

“You’re the one who bought this for me.” He answered with a smile on his lips, grinning largely.

You throw your head back and laugh, “And you’re the one who bought six more.” You retort playfully as you set your coffee cup down on your nightstand and roll out of bed, ignoring the half-packed boxes on the floor.

Last night was your first night officially living together, hence, the boxes strewn around the room. Together, you and Spencer pitched in to buy a small cabin style on the edge of the city. It was close enough for you to attend to your job and far away enough for Spencer to commute away from the city and do his job. It even had an old wood burn fireplace, to Spencer’s delight. 

Spencer turned around from the mirror, his shirt now to his liking and an old mesh baseball cap fitted on top of his head. His brown locks were peeking from underneath the hat. You often teased him with how unkept it looked, but you both knew you secretly loved being able to hold onto the ends of his hair.

“You don’t seem to have a problem with it.” He says with a slight smirk to his lips, nodding to your sleep attire which indeed included one of the seven flannel plaid shirts Spencer owned.

You gestured to the rest of the room, “All my stuff is still in boxes!”

Spencer welcomed you with open arms as you embraced him, both of you just holding each other for a few moments. Then you heard the large grandfather clock in the living room right outside your bedroom go off, chiming with the time of the morning.

You groan as Spencer removed his arms from around you, taking his hands in yours and guiding them back in an embrace, “No.” You say complaining.

“I’ve gotta go to work.” Spencer says while chuckling at your protest. 

Spencer, unlike you, sometimes worked on the weekend. Even more now that you both were homeowners who were looking to renovate some rather rundown and old fashioned parts of your new home. Which was, not so new. 

As Spencer worked on untangling from your insistent arms, you nuzzled your head into his chest. 

Although he lifted, moved, and swung with his arms all day working on a logger team, his tall body evened out the muscles so he didn’t have that naturally bulky frame that his coworkers and other lumberjacks have. 

“Stay.” You say, “Spend the day unpacking with me.” You plead.

Spencer hummed in neither agreement nor disagreement.

“We could spend the morning in our pajamas.” You say convincingly, “I’ll make us breakfast.” You assure.

“If we finish early, we could watch that documentary you were telling me about?” You offer with a sweet smile, “The one about the history of redwoods?”

His resolve was starting to crumble and you knew it. Spencer loved his job. He was good at his job and didn’t mind the callouses that graced his hands or the sore arms at the end of the day. The splinters he would get on his skin was second nature and didn’t bother him anymore.

But now he also had you. His girlfriend (although in his mind he was already calculating how many extra shifts he needed to take up to afford the ring he had in mind). 

Now when he returned at the end of the day, you’d corral him to putting lotion on his roughed up hands. You’d give him a nice arm and shoulder massage and you’d gently pick out all the small splinters. He didn’t have dinner alone at a one person table. He didn’t wake up alone in his bed. He had you and you had him. 

Spencer sighed, although a smile still remained on his face. He had nearly no defenses when it came to you (and he knew it was only time when you ended up convincing him to get a dog for your new house). 

With his sigh, your smile only grew bigger on your face and you knew way before he opened his mouth what he was going to say.

You were already tugging him back into bed when he threw his hat off his head, “I guess I could call in today.”

a/n: the only thing that spurred this idea on is the image of post-prison look spencer in a mesh ballcap and a red plaid flannel.

do i think that spencer would never participate in deforestation? yes. but the image of spencer with an axe in his hands, cutting up firewood to keep warm... too tempting...

#criminal minds #criminalminds #spencer reid #spencer reid x fem!reader #dr. spencer reid x fem!reader #dr. spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid au #lumberjack!spencer reid #criminal minds fluff

[roosterforme]

Batting Practice Part 17 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Bradley keeps making up little excuses to see you every day, not wanting his winning streak to end just yet. And when Everett is the one benefitting from these plans, it just makes you want your boyfriend even more. But when Frank embarrasses you in front of Bradley, you feel like the winning streak is coming to an end. 

Warnings: Smut, fluff, angst and swearing

Length: 3600 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female single!mom Reader

Check my masterlist for more Top Gun fun! Batting Practice masterlist.

The fact that you didn't have to wait even an entire day to see Bradley after he slept over made you feel so good. But the amount of work you managed to get through was laughable, even for a Monday, because you couldn't stop thinking about him. When you picked Everett up from school and drove to the ballfield, both of you were buzzing with excitement. 

"Coach Bradley makes good pancakes," Everett said. "Not to be rude, but they are better than the ones you make."

You took a deep breath and glanced at him in the rearview mirror as you pulled into the parking lot. "Ev, are you sure you're okay with Bradley spending more time with us? Like maybe being at our house for dinners and breakfasts?"

"Yeah! He's going to help me with baseball stuff and math homework."

He was going to stick around. You made him work for his apology, because you were scared, but he was sincere. It struck you that Bradley was already so much more dependable and loving than Danny had ever been, and that made your heart ache for Everett. Maybe you should reconsider your current arrangement with your ex.

Bradley was jogging up to meet you as you parked next to his Bronco, and he was opening your door and leaning in to kiss you before you turned the engine off. 

"I missed you, Kitten," he whispered before his lips met yours, and he ran his fingers along the chain of your necklace. You looked up at him and smiled as Everett scrambled out of the backseat, and soon he was standing beside Bradley, right next to your door. 

"Did you have a good day at school?" Bradley asked him, turning Everett's hat backwards so they matched. 

"It was kind of dumb compared to the Phillies game."

Bradley nodded very seriously at him. "Most things are."

"Yeah, I guess you're right."

You laughed. They were like twins in their interests and love of baseball. "Let's go get your cleats on, Ev." But to your surprise, Bradley did up Everett's shoes on the bleachers, then sent him over to Bob, and then kissed you. Right in front of everyone. A long, lingering kiss, after which he whispered in your ear how much he loved having a sleepover with you. 

And then he was gone, and the matching scowls on the faces of Sandra and Tara had you giddy.

"Holy hell," Molly gasped, walking up behind you. "When I didn't hear from you last night, I figured that was a good thing."

You hugged your sister and kissed her cheek and whispered. "I have a boyfriend." She smiled at you and took your hand. Then you sat together and watched both of the coaches while you cheered for Everett.

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When Bradley walked you and Everett to your car, he caught sight of Molly and Bob making out in the parking lot. He figured another family pizza night would be in his future. And he wanted nothing more than to be making out with you, but there would be time for that later. 

"Thanks for packing me a lunch today," he whispered, pushing you up against your car door after Everett was buckled in. He pictured the brown paper bag with Coach written on one side with a bunch of hearts. 

"Oh, did you like that?" 

"All the guys were so jealous," he said with a smirk, pinning your hips in place with his big hands. "They had to eat cafeteria food, and nobody drew hearts for them."

Your laughter as he kissed your neck made him smile. "I'll pack you a lunch whenever you sleep over."

"You're never gonna get rid of me," he whispered, sucking on the spot just below your ear. The idea of not seeing you and Everett tomorrow had him inviting you to visit him on base right away. "If you want to bring Everett to North Island after you pick him up from school tomorrow, I'd love to show you guys off."

You laughed as you opened your car door. "Don't you mean show off your jet?"

"No. Show you off."

You ran your hand along his abs, caressing him through his sweaty shirt. Bradley kissed you one more time as you climbed in. 

"So you'll come?" he asked, leaning down as you buckled your seatbelt. 

You smirked and turned toward Everett. "Bradley invited us to visit the Naval base tomorrow after school. Wanna go?"

His eyes went wide as he bounced in his seat. "Yes! I've wanted to go since Career Day! All my friends think I'm the coolest because I invited the best adult!"

Bradley laughed and said, "I'll see you both tomorrow."

When he arrived on base on Tuesday and told everyone that you and Everett were going to visit that afternoon, Nat started freaking out. 

"What does this mean, Rooster?" she asked, looking at him with hopeful eyes. 

"It means Hangman managed to help my unfuck everything up after he fucked it up."

Jake smirked. "I am sorry. But you shouldn't let me around your cute girlfriend. That goes for you too, Bob."

"So you're both officially dating the sisters?" Nat asked with a grin.

"Yes," Bradley and Bob said in unison, and Bradley noticed how flushed Bob's cheeks were. 

Jake snorted. "Sounds like a porno. Are you two gonna switch hit?" he asked, and Nat elbowed him so hard in the ribs, Bradley thought he heard something snap. 

"What?" Bob asked innocently. "What does that mean?"

"It means Jake is a pig and he's about to shut the fuck up for the rest of the day," Nat said loudly while Bradley shook his head.

"Seriously, can you keep your mouth shut in front of her this time? And her son? The last thing I need is you teaching him something filthy."

Jake winced and rubbed his side while he drawled, "You don't want me rubbing off on your stepson?"

Eight weeks ago, the idea of anything even close to a stepson in Bradley's life would have been laughable. But now, the thought didn't bother him at all. He was actually warming up to it more and more. 

"No. I do not. Keep your mouth shut."

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The security protocols to get onto the base at Top Gun were extensive. You had to wait while someone with a dog searched your car, and someone else checked underneath it with mirrors. Everett practically vibrated in his booster seat when he saw the security dog, but you told him over and over again that he wasn't allowed to touch a working dog. 

But when you finally pulled into the visitor's parking area, Bradley was standing on the curb with Bob, waiting for you. And they were both wearing their flight suits. You were staring, you knew you were, but the way that thing fit Bradley was a real treat. And when he opened your door for you and pulled you right into his arms, you kissed him immediately. 

"Hi, Kitten," he whispered, his voice as deep as it was when he was tangled up in bed with you, and you forgot for a second why you were here. "Ready for a quick tour?"

"Yeah," you told him, while you followed Bob and Everett inside to a hangar filled with jets and equipment. You listened to Bradley and Bob explain what everything was, and you watched Bob help Everett climb up into one of the cockpits.

"Okay, okay!" Everett called out as you took his picture. "This is as cool as the Phillies game!" Obviously this was just going to add fuel to his fire; Everett already thought Bradley was the coolest adult in existence, but now you'd never hear the end of it. 

"If you think that's fun," Bradley told him, scooping Everett up for a piggy back ride, "just wait until you get to sit in my Super Hornet."

"Does it have your name on the side?" he asked in awe.

"We looked up some information online," you told Bradley and Bob. "And now he's a little obsessed with how they paint the pilot's and weapon systems officer's name and call sign on the side."

And then you stopped talking, because as soon as you exited out the far side of the hangar, you were confronted by a row of absolutely massive jets all lined up in a precise row. 

"Whoa!" Everett shouted from his perch on Bradley's back. "That one's yours!"

You looked where Everett was pointing and saw the jet with LT BRADLEY BRADSHAW "ROOSTER" emblazoned on the side. And Bradley's friend Nat was sitting in the cockpit waving down at everyone. You watched your son wave to her with a smile on his face. 

"Hi, Everett!" she called down. "Check it out! We gave you your own call sign!"

You and Everett watched as she unrolled a huge sheet of paper with Everett's name followed by "GRAND SLAM" written on it, and let it cover Bradley's name.

"Oh my goodness!" you gasped, smiling while Everett cheered. 

"I have a call sign!"

"Do you like it?" Bob asked. "You hit the ball so hard at practice, we thought it was fitting." 

"It's so cool," Everett told him, still wide eyed as Bradley carried him over to the jet. You stood next to Bob and watched Bradley help Everett climb up the ladder, and then Nat helped him into the cockpit with her.

"I've never seen him this happy before," you said, shaking your head and taking another picture. 

Bob laughed and adjusted his glasses. "I've never seen Bradley this happy before."

Your smile grew as you listened to Bradley and Nat explain all of the controls. "Well, I've never seen Molly as happy as she is now."

The endearing touch of pink that tinted Bob's cheeks had you positively certain that your sister had this man wrapped around her fingers. "Molly is..." He swallowed hard. "Well... your sister..." he started. "Yeah. I'm happy, too."

"If everyone is happy, we should try to keep it that way," you told him, and that's when you noticed Jake strolling over. 

He nodded at you while Bob shot him a warning look. "You better be nice to Team Mom," he warned. 

But Jake just held up his hands as you turned away from him to glance up at Bradley, Nat and Everett. "I want to apologize," Jake drawled, and you looked at him with a smirk. "I spoke out of turn last time I saw you, and I'm sorry. Clearly that man is into moms," he said, jerking his thumb in Bradley's direction. 

You snorted. "Apology accepted."

Bradley eventually helped Everett down the ladder with the promise of visiting the popcorn machine in the lounge. When you grabbed Bradley's hand and pulled him closer, you whispered, "I wouldn't be upset if you wanted to stop by my place for a bit after Ev is in bed later."

The look on Bradley's face let you know that he knew exactly what you had in mind. 

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Bradley had been in your house for about thirty seconds when you worked the zipper down the front of his flight suit and sunk to the floor in front of him.

"Oh, fuck," he groaned, shrugging out of the sleeves as you pulled his cock out of his underwear and wrapped your lips around him. You were still all made up from work and the visit to base, but you'd changed into sweatpants and a sports bra. Bradley reached down to rub your peaked nipples through the thin fabric while your red lips gilded expertly over his length. "Jesus, Kitten."

You just hummed and looked up at him as your tongue swirled in a delicious circle that had him taking a deep breath. You bobbed your mouth along, your eyes locked on his, watching him come undone for you. Hands on his thighs, you occasionally teased his balls with your fingernails. And when he got a little rough with his hands at the back of your head, you just moaned around him, letting him hit the back of your throat. 

But Bradley almost passed out when he growled, "I'm so close." Because you popped him out of your mouth and pumped your hand along his length while you opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out for him. The sight of his cum painting your lips, tongue and cheeks white had him thrusting into your hand. A sound halfway between a laugh and a surprised gasp escaped his lips as you looked up at him, a drop of his cum falling from your lip onto your tongue. 

And then you were sucking on the tip of his softening dick like a lollipop, and Bradley's eyes drifted closed. "It's not my birthday. I didn't get promoted. Today was just a Tuesday, but that felt like an extra special treat."

"How do you know every blowjob I give you won't be just like that one?" you asked with a smile as Bradley swiped his cum from your cheek with two fingers. 

You sucked them into your mouth while he moaned. "Kitten."

Once you had licked up every last drop, Bradley pulled you to your feet and kissed you. "It was kind of an extra special treat," you told him as you wrapped your arms around his neck. "For today. And the Phillies game, too. Every time you're sincerely sweet to Everett, it makes me insanely horny for you, Bradley."

"I love that kid," he replied as he nipped along your lips. "And I love you, too."

Bradley wanted to sleep over, but it was late, and Wednesday was his early morning. But he followed you up to your bathroom, and watched you take off your makeup and brush your teeth. And then he tucked you in bed with a kiss to your forehead. "I will sleep over a different night," he promised, and then he paused in your doorway as you looked at him, all snuggled in your plush bedding. "Okay if I go check on Ev?"

"Yes," you whispered, looking at him like you were ready to climb out of bed and suck him off again. Bradley could get used to this. Surprise blowjobs and packed lunches and baseball in the park. You and Ev.

When he quietly walked down the hallway and peeked inside Everett's bedroom, he watched his small, strong body rise and fall with each breath. He glanced around and then smiled when he saw that you or Everett hand hung up the banner with Everett's call sign. It was just a big roll of paper. If Everett really liked having an honorary call sign, Bradley would get him something that said Grand Slam on it for him. 

Before Bradley left, he walked back into your bedroom where you were nearly asleep. He kissed you while you smiled against his lips. "Good night," he whispered but you grabbed his hand when he turned to leave. 

"I left something on the kitchen counter for you. It's in an envelope."

"What is it?" he asked. 

You held his eye contact for a beat before you said, "A house key."

Bradley's heart skipped a beat, and when he finally managed to make his way downstairs, he grabbed the envelope that said Coach in your handwriting. Then he locked up behind himself when he left.

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You had given Bradley a key to your house after you'd been dating him for a matter of days. Probably barely forty eight hours. But when you got to work on Wednesday morning, Bradley texted you a picture of his keyring resting in his palm, and there was your house key, shining in the sunlight. And then you stopped caring that it seemed quick.

When your stomach started growling, you realized it was after lunchtime, and before you could even process what that meant, there was a knock on your office door. And then Frank was in your personal space. 

"I didn't see you before. Did you skip lunch?" he asked, watching your every movement as you stood up behind your desk and straightened out your lace top underneath your blazer. 

"I'm not hungry," you lied. "Is there something I can help you with, Frank?" 

He shrugged and sat on the edge of your desk. "I just miss you. I thought I would go pick up a sandwich or something if you wanted me to. I would be happy to."

Your stomach growled loudly at the mere mention of a sandwich, completely giving you away. But then you heard another blessed knock on your door, and you loudly told whomever it was to come in. 

"Bradley!" you exclaimed when you saw your boyfriend standing there eyeing up Frank as you rushed around your desk to get to him. "What are you doing here?" you asked softly. He wrapped his right arm around your waist while he held a bag and a bouquet of flowers in his left hand. 

"I missed you, Kitten," he replied. "I wanted to keep my streak going. I'm up to four days in a row of seeing you now."

You were about to kiss him when Frank cleared his throat loudly. You turned to look at the confused expression on his face, but Bradley didn't budge at all. Instead Bradley pressed his lips to your neck and teased you while you awkwardly considered Frank. 

"Uh, Frank... this is Bradley," you said on a breathy sigh. 

"Her boyfriend," Bradley added, finally releasing your neck and heading for Frank. "Fred, was it?" he asked as they shook hands, and Frank sputtered for a moment before correcting him. 

"Are you her kid's coach?" Frank asked, eyeing Bradley's solid form warily. 

"Yeah," he replied. "I'm Everett's tee ball coach."

"Huh," Frank grunted before he turned to look at you. "Didn't think you'd be into a jock."

You smiled and said, "He's a Naval aviator, actually. Didn't you notice the uniform?"

Frank skimmed his gaze briefly over Bradley before strolling over to you and saying, "Why don't you let me take you out for lunch? I know you're hungry."

"Frank. No," you said, shaking your head. "No. I don't want to get lunch with you. I've been telling you no for a while."

Bradley laughed from his spot at your desk. "I'm pretty sure she already ditched you for me weeks ago, Fred. Just leave her alone, man."

"I had sex with her on that desk," Frank blurted out loudly, and you could feel the embarrassment wash over your skin. You could barely look at Bradley. He knew you'd been with Frank, but you didn't want him thinking about Frank when he pictured you sitting at your desk. 

"Probably the best two minutes of your life, huh Fred?" he asked casually, closing the distance to you and scooping you up. You squeaked as you braced one hand against his service pins while you wrapped the other around his neck. He just smiled at you as he said, "Now get the fuck out. And close the door behind you."

You saw Frank's back retreating through the door as Bradley deposited you in your desk chair and opened the bag he had brought. You audibly moaned as you saw a sandwich, some pretzels and a bottle of iced tea appear on your desk. 

"I thought you might be hungry," he said as you took a huge bite out of the sandwich and nodded. "And I wanted to bring you these flowers."

You swallowed your food and told him, "Tulips are my favorite!"

"I know," he said, kissing your forehead. "I made Bob text Molly to find out. I'll remember from now on, Kitten. But I need to get back to work."

You popped up and hugged him, took a breath and whispered, "You know what Frank said? About my desk?" 

"Yeah," Bradley replied quietly, rubbing his hand up inside your blazer. 

"That was the time I was thinking about you. I couldn't stop thinking about you."

Bradley's smile was smug, and now you felt less embarrassed. 

"Next time, I'll stop by for a longer visit," he promised.

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After practice on Thursday, Bradley settled into a seat at the same pizza place again, but this time Nat was there too. He was a little sweaty and dirty, but so were Bob and Everett, and you didn't hesitate to let Bradley touch you. 

"Hi," you whispered with a smile as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders. Bradley watched you turn away from him to continue your conversation with Nat while Everett played tic-tac-toe on the paper tablecloth with Bob. Molly was writing Everett's name in big bubble letters from him to color in, and the waitress was dropping off a pitcher of beer and some apple juice. 

When your warm palm came to rest on Bradley's thigh just above his knee, he exhaled a deep breath and let himself appreciate how good it felt to have a little family again. Thankfully he'd had Nat around for a long time, but having Bob gave him another person he knew he could trust. And Molly was a spitfire, but now he was starting to appreciate the way your sister always stood up for you and Everett. 

As the enormous pizza was dropped off, Bradley started to cut a slice in half to make it easier for Everett to eat. You watched his every movement as everyone else started to grab slices and pour more drinks. 

"What?" he asked you softly as your eyes followed the plate that he handed to Everett. "You want me to cut your pizza up too, Kitten?" he asked teasingly. 

But you just leaned in and kissed him until Molly had to pretend like she was gagging on her food. 

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Coach just wanted to show them off! And Frank, you loser, she doesn't want you! She upgraded! Thanks to @beyondthesefourwalls and @mak-32!

PART 18

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[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Not Alone

Summary: The reader is having a rough day but things get strange when an unannounced visitor shows up at her door...

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 1,500ish

Warnings: language, mentions of death, angst, fluff

A/N: So much angst in this one. Enjoy!

Today was just one of those days. Nothing caused it, not really. You simply woke up and knew today was going to be a struggle.

You went through the motions like you were supposed to, got dressed, did your hair, forced a smile on your face in the mirror. You made a fast breakfast and made the idle morning chit chat at work that was expected of you. You were doing exactly what was expected of you.

Until you walked through the front door that evening, walked upstairs and curled up on bed.

You didn’t want to try anymore today. You were done. You just wanted to get out of the stuffy clothes, take a hot shower and go back to bed forever.

You growled when the doorbell rang while you were changing and whoever it was wouldn’t let up. You grabbed the closest pair of sweats and shirt you could find, clenching your fists as the person kept hitting the button.

“What!” you shouted as you went down the stairs, tearing it open with far too much force.

“Bad day?” he asked, lifting his head up so you could spot the green eyes under the brim of his baseball hat.

“Dean? You’re-“

“Dead? Debatable,” he said with a smile. “Well actually not debatable. I’m pretty dead. I got a hall pass to come visit.”

“Why-“

“Chuck made me a deal,” said Dean. “Plus he so owes me, for like a ton of crap.”

“I mean-“

“I thought I told you to go have a life if something ever happened to me,” he said, reaching out a hand to move the hair out of your face. You leaned into his touch, still warm and soft.

“Well I’ve been a bit sad lately for obvious reasons,” you said, laying your hand over his.

“Ah. Right,” said Dean. “Uh, why aren’t you with Sam anymore?”

“Because we got in a fight and he threw me out,” you said.

“Uh huh. I see,” he said. “Well, go pack your bag.”

“I’m not going back,” you said. “I-”

“Uh huh,” he said, snapping his fingers. You blinked and were in your old room in the bunker, still looking like a hot mess in your sweats, Dean leaning against the doorframe, smirking under his hat brim. “I die and suddenly now it’s okay to leave shirts on the floor? Feel like I got scolded a few times for that.”

“I left in a hurry,” you said, closing your eyes. “I also left for a reason, Dean. I-”

“You’re hiding,” he said.

“I just want to be left alone,” you said.

“Nope,” said Dean. “Sam!”

“What are you…” you trailed off, Dean suddenly gone.

“Dean?” called out Sam, poking his head in the room. “I thought...hey. You’re back.”

“Hey, Sammy.”

“So,” said Dean, nearly giving you a heart attack when he popped into your passenger seat later that night. “You moving back in with Sammy?”

“Don’t do that!” you said, gripping the steering wheel tight.

“Ah, come on. It’s a little fun,” said Dean with a laugh, glancing in the backseat. “Seems like everything’s the way it’s supposed to be.”

“Are you dead?” you asked.

“As a door nail,” said Dean.

“Then-“

“Oh come on. You know us. Just because we die doesn’t mean we stay dead,” he said.

“So you’re back?” you asked.

“Eh...think of it as I have visitation rights at the moment,” said Dean.

“I can’t move on if you’re gonna just pop by whenever,” you said.

“Because you were doing a stellar job of it when I left you alone,” he said, the car engine slowing as you were forced to pull over. You revved the engine but it didn’t move, Dean cocking his head at you. “Y/N.”

“I got a job and rented a house and I have moved on,” you said. “Stop messing with my car.”

“Sure, you moved. Moved on is debatable,” said Dean.

“Well you’re my freaking soulmate so how exactly do you suggest I get over you?” you shot back, tears welling in your eyes. “I miss you. So much and I feel so alone and I...I just feel so alone, Dean.”

“Geez, you really don’t remember? I thought you were playing dumb but obviously you’re in some kind of shock over this whole thing,” he said.

“Shock over what? You dying?” you scoffed.

“More like you dying, sweetheart,” he said. “Although technically, we’re both dead.”

“Excuse me? I’m not dead, Dean,” you said. “I didn’t die.”

“Oh boy,” he said rubbing his temples. “Uh, yeah, you did. We all did. Sammy and you got stuck in this limbo though. Sammy figured it out after a few days but you...you don’t remember. Huh. Here I thought you were playing hard to come to heaven. I was trying to ease you into this but apparently you just don’t remember,” he said.

“So if I’m dead but not in heaven…” you said. “I’m a ghost?”

“No. You’re in heaven,” said Dean, giving you a smile. “You seem to have...wandered off is all. I thought maybe you were hiding on account of the whole dying thing being a bit jarring but…looks like we should have kept a better eye on you, kiddo.”

“So I'm in heaven with you,” you said.

“Yes,” said Dean.

“But I’m not in the same heaven as you,” you said.

“Now you’re getting it,” he said with a smile. “You’ve been lost for a few months. Chuck said he can feel you getting sadder, made it easier to find you. You aren’t supposed to be out in this limbo area. So why don’t you move on and come hang out with your family in our heaven?”

“How do I do that?” you asked.

“Stop thinking about it,” he said. You stared at him, watching the scenery behind him shift to a quiet suburban street. “Ah, there we go. Welcome to the neighborhood.”

“I was…I bought you time back at that field,” you said, suddenly remembering what had actually happened.

“Yeah. I’m not thrilled about that but we still got the bad guy in the end. Hey, you wanna meet my dad? He’s been dying to meet you,” said Dean.

“Seriously,” you said, Dean snickering to himself. “Maybe slow down a little. I’m still getting used to the fact that I died.”

“You died like four months ago. How much time do you need?” teased Dean.

“You want to give me a run through of all this? Like why I got lost in the first place?” you asked.

“You got here before me, both you and Sam. I think you both got a little confused. He said he was. It’s why he left you. He knew where he was going but couldn’t bring you along yet,” said Dean. “He feels bad about that. It’s why he popped into the ‘bunker’ but you rushed out of there before he could really talk to you.”

“So this is our heaven?” you asked. Dean hummed and took hold of your hand, pulling you down the street on a walk.

“Yup. The blue house over there is ours. Sammy’s next door in that green one. My parents are down the road in that tan and stone one. Your parents are right around the corner,” he said. You had to stop and look at him, a car honking at you urging the both of you to step over to the side. You saw Charlie give Dean a wave as she drove past, your neck practically getting whiplash.

“How...how…” you said, Dean smiling.

“Sammy and I had a slight discussion with Jack. We came up with this whole idea of shared heaven. It’s like how they used to do it with the greatest hits thing but we kind of get to live again. Sort of cool,” said Dean. “People have seemed to like it. It’s nice to see everyone.”

“Yeah, that’s nice,” you said, Dean humming as he planted a kiss on you. You were starting to feel lighter as he did it, a little burst of happiness going off in your chest that turned into a peaceful contentment.

“Mmm, I bet you feel better now,” he said, nuzzling your cheek. “Sorry it took so long to find you.”

“Leave it to me to get lost when I die,” you said, smiling as you hugged him. “So what do we do now?”

“Whatever we want,” he said, kissing you again. “We could have a family dinner at our place tonight. Your parents, mine, Sammy and Jess...just something quiet for your first day.”

“I’d love that, Dean,” you said. “Thanks for finding me.”

“I’ll be honest, this place is nice but it sucks without your soulmate,” he said, tilting his head and licking his lips. “I’m so happy you’re not alone anymore, sweetheart.”

“You too, baby. You too.”

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[thesandsofelsweyr]

Snippet Sunday Tuesday

Still focused on finishing Hollowed Out (ao3) and The Sus Boy Next Door (ao3), but here's a sneak peak at a request fill in progress 👀

“You know babe,” you say as you turn the page of your paperback. “More people are staring at you now than they would have if you’d worn appropriate beach attire.” 

You push your sunglasses down your nose to peek out at your miserable boyfriend, who’s pouting beneath the umbrella in the beach chair beside you. He’s dressed in his usual attire: jeans, baseball cap, hoodie pulled up over his cap. Except, he isn’t in Gotham City. He’s on a beach, in a tropical paradise, surrounded by beachgoers in their swimsuits. It’s upwards of 100 degrees out. You have no idea how he hasn’t passed out from the heat.

“I still don’t know why we had to come here. Ocean’s ocean,” he grumbles, slouching lower into his chair, hat sliding forward to cover more of his face, bare feet sinking deeper into the sand. Somehow you’d managed to convince him to take his sneakers off at least.

“No, this is supposed to be the most beautiful beach in Turks and Caicos. And we don’t have a beach, dear. We have a pier.”

“And a pool. And I’m pretty sure I saw some sand.”

You sigh, turning back to your book. “I did suggest we go skiing instead, but you insisted on somewhere warm.” You don’t have to look up to know that he’s grimacing like he does when you’re right.

“When I rented an entire house overlooking the ocean for just the two of us I assumed we’d stay at our own private ocean.”

You glance over at him again, and can’t help but smile at how pitiful he looks, with his hands stuffed into the pocket of his hoodie, big beads of sweat dripping down the side of his petulant face. He must’ve finished the paperback you’d slipped out of the back pocket of his jeans and placed in his hands to keep him occupied—a trick you’d learned from babysitting your four year old cousin.

You furtively fold down the corner of the page to mark your place in your book. The man haaaaaates when you do that, like you're desecrating an ancient, sacred text, and not his beat-up, second-hand copy of Breakfast at Tiffany’s.

“What are you doing?” he asks, his pout melting away to a hopeful expression.

“Packing up,” you reply as you slide the book into your beach bag and begin to fold up your towel.

“We’re leaving?” he says, his pale blue eyes pleading, like a kid who’s waiting to find out if he gets to go to Disney World.

“I suppose there are some activities that we can only do in our private ocean.”

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