#catcher block x you

[kenobisgalaxy]

Catching You (Catcher Block x fem!Reader) | Part 1

fandom: Down With Love

pairing: Catcher Block x fem!Reader

type: series

word count: 2,200ish

warnings: none really, just Catch kissing another girl and flirting with you AND some casual 60s sexism + misogyny (that we obviously don't support on this blog)

plot info: You’re trying to make a living in as a journalist in New York City when you meet the Know Magazine journalist Catcher Block. This fanfiction tells the story of Catcher Block falling wanting to win you for a quick sex a la cárd, but in the end hopelessly falling in love with you.

summary: You encounter Catcher Block in the coffee shop you work at and immediately dislike his attitude. Later, he coincidentally shows up at your workplace and decides to win you. Disaster ensue.

a/n: I recently rewatched down with love and can't think about anything else but Ewan as Catcher Block. That's why I've written this first chapter of a little 'falling in love with Catcher Block' series. I don't know wether anyone is even up for that at the moment, but I couldn't stop myself. I have to say that there is are little historical inaccuracies in it because Turner Catledge wasn't the head of the New York Times until 1964 and coffee houses that work like this one here probably weren't a thing in the 60s, but let us pretend that it works like this at least in this AU. I was honestly too lazy to change it or write anything else.

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You had been working in this little coffee house up the street in New York City for a while now. Your boss was okay, your salary not so much, but it was enough to pay the unbearably high rent of your cramped apartment. If your parents could see you now, they probably would be anything but impressed by the degraded standards you were living in, they way you overworked yourself and the way you still didn’t land business in the city where dreams were supposed to become reality. Your brand new start of it in old New York was flopping so far on all levels.

For longer than you could think, you had wanted to become a writer. Journalism had been your dream ever since your 13 year old self had read a biography about Nellie Bly, the immaculate journalist that had traveled around the world as a woman all alone in this men-dominated world in only 72 days. If she managed to do that in 1888 when woman didn’t even posses the right to vote, you surly wouldn’t have problems to land in this business in the year of 1962, wouldn’t you? But apparently, this attitude alone didn’t immediately lead to ground braking success as a journalist. In fact, apart from a simple job as a secretary you couldn’t record any progress in your career whatsoever. As a consequence of this, you were forced to work two jobs at a time, since the miserable salary of your job as a secretary for the New York Times didn’t fund you enough to make a simple living as a single and unattached 22 year old girl in the grand business of New ‘emancipation apparently is a lie’ York City.

It was Saturday morning and as usual you were working your shift in the coffee house when he stepped in. You did not know him at the time, but it was the thing he did that made you remember him. Of course, he wasn’t alone. Linked in his arm was a stunning looking blond wearing some sort of blue uniform that looked like that typical outfit a stewardess would wear to work. And he? He wore a white tuxedo which you honestly didn’t understand because it was not nearly the right time of the day to wear such an outfit, but you couldn’t care less. In reality it wasn’t even his or her outfit that was the reason for the incident being stuck in your mind afterwards. Nope. It was the complete arrogance and ignorance of this entirely ungentlemanly man that was now standing in front you ordering.

“I get a black coffee without sugar. And what do you want, baby?” He asked the girl on his right whilst nuzzling the little crevice on her neck.

“A cappuccino, please, with lots of sugar.”

“Only the sweetest for you, baby! You got that?” He asked you bluntly still concentrated on whatever it was that kept him occupied with the girl’s neck.

As you were preparing the order you could observe the pair half making out right there in front of the counter which was enough to completely creep you out. These two should get themselves a room, you thought heading back to the front and placing the tablet with the two steaming beverages on the counter.

“Here you go, Sir. That will be 5,25$ whenever you’re ready.” You said barely looking at the couple.

“Would you mind bringing it to the table in the front at the window there.” The man asked you, still concentrating on his female company.

“Of course.” Not wanting to annoy the customers - although they were certainly annoying you, you did what he asked circling the counter and following the two of them with the order to the called out table. “You’re welcome.” you uttered placing the tablet in front of the man. “Can I do anything else for you?”

“Oh no, that’s just enough.” he responded between a kiss on the girl’s cheek that was now sitting in his lap. Can't he get enough of her? Some men are just never satisfied, are they?

You were already about to get back to the counter to take the next customer’s order, when it happened. You couldn’t really recall how he did and and why he did it, but somehow in a fit of a heated kiss he wiped his arm over the table knocking the tablet off the tiny table and spilling all the coffee over the tiles. But the worst thing about it wasn’t that he had made a complete mess, but rather that he didn’t seem to notice nor care.

“Sir!” you squeaked reaching for the cloth that was attached to your belt quickly trying to mop the floor and collect the broken pieces of porcelain that were scattered on the ground.

“Oh darling, I am so sorry.” he mused finally realizing what he had done. “What do I owe you?” He inquired as you were still kneeling on the floor, the coffee had completely stained your white tights.

“5,25$ and new tights.” You snapped sarcastically. “You still haven’t paid yet.”

“Oh of course sweetheart, take 10$, that’ll do. I might as well help you out of these tights later, if you’re free.” He smirked at you.

“Oh would you really? Who do you think you are? Well now that I know that you’re such a guy, I would politely ask you to leave this coffee shop. And if you’re already listening anyways. Would you be so kind and tend to your girlfriend, that is really not a gentlemanly request to utter in front of her. I’m fine on my own, thank you and goodbye.” You picked up the broken pieces having them collected in your towel and stormed off back to the counter. As you were taking in the orders of the other customers who visibly still were a little puzzled due to what they had just witnessed, you could see the man leaving the shop with is girlfriend in the corner of your eye. That’s really not a great start to the day. But you quickly focused on your work again and didn’t stress about the unpleasant incident anymore. At least not until next week.

You were working for the New York Times as the personal secretary of the new executive editor Turner Catledge. Well, that wasn’t really the position that you wanted. You obviously would have much preferred to work on the other side as a writer, but at least you were getting an insight into the business and that was something to be proud of, wasn’t it. You were overall doing a decent job, Mr. Catledge was happy with your work and you were able to get your tasks done efficiently and quickly. However, this morning things didn’t want to go as planned. Mr. Catledges first appointment was supposed to be at 8 o’ clock in his office with a man called Mr. Block from the Know Magazine, but it was already half past 8 and this guy didn’t seem to show up.

But suddenly, the door of the anteroom that was your little office opened and in came a tall and handsome guy with short, sleek, raven hair that probably had gotten hold of too much hair setting spray, piercing blue eyes, a charming smile and dressed in a checkered, well-fitting suit. A man as perfect as ever and as perfectly late as never. And worst of it all, it was the same man that had flirted with you so shamelessly and inappropriately on last Saturday morning in the coffee shop. Oh what a total jerk, this was gonna be fun.

“Good morning, darling.” He greeted you whilst you were quickly pretending to type something on your type-writer.

“Good morning, Sir. How can I help you?”

“I have an appointment with Mr. Catledge. Can you get me through?”

“An appointment? I’m afraid, Mr. Catledge doesn’t have an appointment at 8.30.” You chirped sweet as sugar whilst rustling through your boss's schedule.

“Well, the appointment was at 8.”

“Then you’re late.”

“Yes, but that shouldn’t be a problem, if you just let me get into his office.”

“Sir, before I can do that, you might first inform me about your Name” 

“My name? Well, Catcher Block of course, who else should I be?”

“Catcher who?” you asked him pretending to be stupid.

“Catcher Block, from the Know Magazine for men who are in the know.” -

“Oh right, that Catcher Block. Okay then, Mr. Block you might enter Mr. Catledges office now.”

“Thank you. Uhm, Miss? Have we met before?” he spluttered.

"No, I don't think and if we had, I would probably not remember." You answered bluntly, silently celebrating in triumph. It was obvious that he was completely and utterly dazzled. This man really did think that the world revolved around him, didn’t he. And you just didn't want to play his game.

The appointment took its time, but you were well occupied with you work and didn't think about the man for to long. He was certainly that type of men, who thought that every single woman on this planet was ready for him at his feet which made him exactly the type of men you weren't interested in. What good was a man that only used you for sex à la card anyways? And besides Catcher Block couldn't be seriously interested in any girl if he was ready to woo every other women in a radios of ten miles including you. Not wanting to waste your precious time getting angry, you continued in your usual work flow.

You didn't notice him exiting Mr. Catledge's office after some time. You were absorbed by the article you where writing secretly after you had finished your main tasks. Thus, you didn't notice Catcher Block standing in front of you watching you intently and trying to figure out how he was going to win you. He didn't remember you at first, but he did now. You were the girl from the coffee shop that rejected his attempts of flirting with you. You were the girl that resisted him and didn't gift him single stare. You couldn't be that disinterested. Somewhere, you had to have a weakness, every woman had. But you were not like every other woman. Somehow, you were fierce, bold and sarcastic, not giving in. And he liked that. He liked that you resisted him and he liked that you were a challenge. Catcher could get every girl in the world with only a wink or a smile. Every woman was head over heels mesmerized by his charm, but not you. You didn't stare at him, you didn't flirt with him, you didn't swoon over him. But he would crack you, he would get you, sooner or later you wouldn't be able to say no to him.

"You haven't told me your name, have you?" Startled you were looking up into a pool of deep blue eyes. For how long was he standing there? You hadn't noticed, had he been watching you?

"My name, Mr. Block? Well, I can't seem to find a reason for you to need my name." You answered collecting your inner thoughts as quick as possible.

"I can't call you Miss all the time, can I."

"But you have to, I'm not gonna see you any time soon anyway, so you don't have to call me anything." You blurted.

"But what if I wanted to see you?" He asked slowly and step by step getting closer.

"I don't see why you should, Mr. Block. And frankly, I have much better things to do. If you would like to leave now, Mr. Catledge still has other appointments, thank you very much."

"You're not already taken are you?" He inquired boldly.

"I don't know why that should concern you?"

"Because I would like to ask you to have lunch with me."

"I happily decline." You snapped at him. Why wouldn't he just leave. Couldn’t he see that you were not interested

"Oh darling, but why? I don't bite - at least not yet." He mused circling you desk and bending over your should.

"Mr. Block, I must ask you to respect my private space."

"Are you afraid of what I could do to you?"

"Shall I call security, Mr. Block?"

"Fine, keep calm. I'm not doing anything. "

"Thank you, Mr. Block." You flattened your skirt and turned back to your work.

"But I do wonder- What did I just see there. Are you writing an article?" He asked looking at your type-writer.

"I'm not, this is personal." You urged trying to hide what you were writing

"Oh no, I should know, this is an article. But you're not a journalist, you're just the secretary, am I right?"

"Mr. Block" You gritted your teeth. "I ask you one last time, please leave my office!" You stood up glaring at him.

Suddenly, your boss's voice turned up on your telephone. "Miss y/l/n, could you get me some coffee please."

"Of course, Mr. Catledge, immediately." you answered. "Now Mr. Block, as you can see, I'm occupied with work, good bye." You said. But Catcher Block had already backed up to the door, having gotten what he wanted - your name.

"Good bye then, Miss y/l/n." You groaned at your name in his mouth and simply let yourself fall back into your chair in complete exhaustion. Catcher Block on the other hand, light-footed approached the elevator. At least that much he knew now. You were definitely single, he could sense that. Now he would just need to drink some more coffee on Saturday mornings.

#catcher block #down with love #ewan mcgregor #ewan #mcgregor #ewan mcgregor fanfiction #catcher block fanfiction #sixties #jerk #jerkshipping #writer fanfiction #writer #journalist fanfiction #emancipation #60s aesthetic #60s culture #60s style #60s #catcher block × reader #catcher block x you #catcher block x y/n

[dreaminghour]

Fandom: Down with Love (2003), The A-Team (2010)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Catcher Block/John "Hannibal" Smith

Characters: Catcher Block, John "Hannibal" Smith

Additional Tags: Phone Sex, Slightly Out of Character because author has not seen The A-Team (2010), Size Difference, Crack Crossover, Podfic Welcome, Ficlet

"I'm so sorry, darling. The darnedest thing," Catcher said. "I was just on my way out the door to meet you when this big Irish Wolfhound forced his way in, pushed me back inside and began nuzzling me."

Words: 1,059

#dreamy does fic #hannibal smith #catcher block #crack crossover #quiobi #not really #but i am not sure how to tag it and thats how i ended up here #dreamys lemons #dreamy does smut #liam neeson #ewan mcgregor #this is my slow descent into rpf #you just watch #hannibal x catcher #there are only two fics for that tag... #ficlet #dreamy does crack #...that sounds about right

[bradshawssugarbaby]

Angel In the Infield - Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

summary: Bradley Bradshaw is a struggling first-baseman in the major leagues. He's had bad season after bad season, until he met you, his angel.

A/N: While I'm currently struggling with motivation to work on on Take One for the Team, please instead enjoy this baseball au fic I've done in the meantime! Also I started reading sports romance novels, pls send help half these men are baseball players with dark hair. Also if you like this concept/set up, I'm toying with the idea of making this a series of connected oneshots?

pairing: baseball player!Bradley Bradshaw x reader

warnings/content: baseball au, smut throughout, oral (both m + f receiving), praise, dirty talk, mentions of divorce, unfaithfulness (neither Bradley, nor reader), public sex.

word count: 3.7k

taglist (also tagging those who were interested in Take One For The Team since it's a similar vibe and explains the lack of updates lol): @avengersfan25, @jessicab1991, @atarmychick007, @b-bradshaw, @nouis-bum, @mamachasesmayhem, @floydsmuse, @kmc1989, @dckweed, @katfanfic, @nerdgirljen, @whatislovevavy, @mrsevans90, @averyhotchner, @yuckosworld, @tgmreader, @allepaula, @lourd-ita, @mariaenchanted

The sun hung high on the horizon for a Saturday afternoon, radiating an unseasonable warmth as its rays beat down over the course. A gentle breeze made its way through the palm trees that stood tall outside of the stadium, causing large, deep green leaves to sway in its wake. A crowd of spectators sat on the bleachers that surrounded the diamond, a sea of faces filling the scenery, silently watching, sipping beers and eating hotdogs as they took in the spectacle before them. Media representatives dotted the balcony, press passes on display as they gawked at the game unfolding below. 

Bradley Bradshaw approached the plate, lining up to take his turn at bat. His bright white uniformed baseball shirt, emblazoned with the team logo across the front, his last name in bold, block lettering across the back of his broad shoulders, hugged at his sun kissed biceps as they flexed. One of his tattoos just barely visible from under the sleeve of the shirt.

 He took two practice swings, and once he was comfortable, lined up with the plate. He narrowed his eyes in focus as he looked to the pitcher, giving him the coldest stare down he could muster, his face fixed in a state of concentration. A year and a half ago, he would have begun trash-talking his opponent from the start, calling out that he’d seen his grandmother lob better pitches, and she’d been dead for 15 years. Instead, Bradley forced himself to behave, willing any inappropriate comments about Jake Seresin’s mother to himself, for now. 

He took a swing at the first pitch lobbed towards him with a loud grunt, biting his tongue as he held back a frustrated fuck from his lips as the ball sailed past him, landing in the catcher’s mitt with a thud. 

Strike one.

He caught your gaze in the sea of faces that were watching him expectantly, his lips curling up into a soft smile as he looked towards the family and friends boxes where you stood, waving subtly to him to gain his attention. He gave you a subtle nod of his head, symbolic of a thank you, for Bradley. 

In an instant, Bradley was back in the game, level-headed and laser focused, ready for the next pitch that was coming, as if seeing you had brought him back down to earth, willing him to focus his attention on something other than his once uncontrollable anger. 

He wasn’t often this soft. He never used to be. In fact, he was never considered to be a gentleman when he played any sport. He couldn’t lose graciously. It wasn’t in his nature. He was serious, determined and reserved, focused and dedicated, but even his best intended plans couldn’t withstand his explosive temper. It wasn’t that he wanted to be a walking stick of dynamite. 

He didn’t intend to fly off the handle at everyone around if he made a bad play or if someone commented on his skills not being on point the way they once were, but after nothing but criticism for the last four years of his career, Bradley thought his outbursts were justifiable. 

If he had to hear another comment about being “washed up” at thirty-one, he might snap again, unable to bite his tongue much longer. And if he had a bat in hand? He’d show whoever it was just how good his game still was. He knew his career didn’t have many years left in it, but he had just as much right as any other up and coming young asshole in the MLB to be here. But one bad year at twenty-seven had turned into two, which turned into three, which now crept up on reaching four. 

Admittedly, this year was turning out to be marginally better than the three previous - he didn’t know what to chalk it up to at first. 

Herefused to admit he could be in love. Love was never for him. At least, that’s what his ex-wife told him when she filed for divorce four years prior. He’d just been starting to make a name for himself as a promising first baseman when she served him the papers, leaving him with a burning desire to focus everything he had on the one thing that he thought couldn’t break him - baseball. That desperate need to be good at something, anything, drove him to the brink of insanity. He couldn’t control himself or his need to be the best in the only area he knew he could be anymore. 

However, that train of thought came to a screeching, grinding halt when he met you. 

As Bradley remained focused on his turn at bat, he took a swing at the second pitch sent his way, a fastball that, if he was a smart man, he would have let go, taking the ball instead of risking a strike at a pitch that far outside.

However, Bradley was not a smart man. Not when it came to his turns at bat.

Even he couldn’t hide his momentary shock as the ball made contact with the wooden bat in his hands with a crack. He started running towards first base, rounding it quickly before making the smarter decision to stay put, rather than aim for second. He looked towards where you were watching him from once again, smiling to himself as he watched you blow a kiss towards him. He couldn’t wait to finish this game and just hold you and kiss you. Watch you walk around the house with nothing but his baseball jersey on, just barely long enough on you to cover your private areas, giving him a little sneak peek as you bent over to unload the dishwasher, or reached up to grab a wine glass for yourself when you were ready to unwind for the evening. 

Those delicious thighs, soft and smooth as he ran his hands up and down them, the way you’d giggle and kick your legs playfully when he grasped at the back of them, even though he knew you were ticklish there. He didn’t give a rat’s ass though. He loved the way you laughed. He swore it was up there on the list of the most beautiful sounds in the world, along with the way you said his name right before you reached your orgasm, the way you’d call him ‘honey’ in passing and the sound of a World Series crowd chanting your number. 

Images of his hands lifting the back of that jersey up, shoving the excess material at the bottom out of his way as he pounded into you from behind flashed across his mind, the sounds of you whining out in pleasure as he relentlessly fucked into you, your pretty, pink folds glistening with arousal, letting him slide in and out of you with ease. The thought alone was almost enough to make him curse the athletic cup that was sitting in his baseball pants at the moment, making it increasingly uncomfortable to move as he felt himself hardening at the thought of you. 

Fuck, he couldn’t wait to take you in the hotel room later. 

As he rounded the bases to home after his teammate’s home run hit, his mind drifted to the thought of your teeth sinking into the tanned, taut skin of his shoulder as he made love to you in the California King Bed that awaited you both in the hotel suite after the game. Your fingers gripping his dark curly hair tightly, tangling into them and tugging as he licked and sucked on your neck, leaving a trail of purpling bite marks down you as he marked you as his own. Not that you protested - in fact, you encouraged it. 

As the game progressed, Bradley continued to think about the various ways he could make you his as soon as he got you alone. His mind raced as he thought of you again - in every way possible. He thought about your perfume, how it had some kind of hypnotic hold over him, leaving him momentarily dazed whenever he breathed in your scent. He thought about your smile, how you lit up the entire room when you beamed at him - how you were one of the only people to ever look at him like he meant everything in the world to you, and how you made him feel special and loved and wanted, for the first time in years. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt the way you made him feel. 

 His ex-wife had been cold and cut-off from him emotionally, physically. She was never satisfied just being with him. She resented that he couldn’t put all of his attention on her, 100% of the time, despite Bradley feeling like he tried his best to balance his career and home life as best as he could. When she had told him she was ready to have a baby, he’d been entirely on board - ready and willing to start a family. What he wasn’t prepared for, was walking in on her sleeping with a rookie from a rival team in the hotel room that Bradley had paid for. 

As he packed up his gear after the game, his team pulling ahead with a win thanks to a home run hit he scored in the 8th inning that shocked even him, he let out a deep, satisfied sigh. He had proved himself for another day, and he was proud of himself for it. He figured at this rate, if he kept it up, he could be discussing his comeback season with the press after another couple of games. The thought of being respected once again in the sport was electrifying, enough to send a shockwave pulsating through his veins as he switched out of his cleats and into his street shoes. 

He headed out of the locker room, his baseball bag slung over his shoulder and his cap turned backwards, with tufts of dark chestnut brown curls peaking out through the opening. He spotted you, wearing one of his spare jerseys unbuttoned with a short little black dress on underneath, with a pair of stark white running shoes. Your matching baseball cap was sported backwards, just like Bradley’s, a style he started adopting on your advice. You’d flipped his cap around one day during a playful round of sex in the backseat of his vintage Ford Bronco, telling him it looked so much hotter on him when he wore it so that you could still see his face. He took that advice to heart, and now, every chance he could, backwards is how it was. 

You happily skipped over to him, wrapping your arms around his neck loosely as you peppered his lips with feather-light kisses. He laughed softly and shook his head when you finally pulled away, his cheeks burning into a rosy red tone as a slight wave of embarrassment washed over him. 

It wasn’t your kisses or affection that embarrassed him though. It was the fact that after 18 months of dating, he still wasn’t used to it. It was partially his own fault — his ex-wife had never been an affectionate lover, but even after that, he refused to actually be in a relationship with anyone. He enjoyed sex, and that was all he wanted. He wasn’t looking for his heart to be broken again, and it suited him just fine until you came along. 

He’d met you once in passing — he’d gotten himself embroiled in a bar brawl with some guy who’s mouth ran faster than the speed of light. Bradley’s nose had been broken and bloodied as a result, and you’d been leaving the bar with a handful of friends. You’d recognized Bradley as the guy who’d hit on you earlier in the night, and to your surprise, graciously accepted your rejection when you turned him down. When you saw him in this light though, drunk and vulnerable, you felt sorry for him. 

Taking a couple of tissues from your purse, you helped clean up his face as best as you could, sending your friends on their way without you as you took on this newfound role of nurse to him. With few other options to stop his nosebleed, you’d handed him a tampon from your purse. He laughed initially, in complete and total refusal to use it. You had gestured to his floral print white polo shirt, the collar now stained with drips of blood from his face. He huffed a sigh and followed your advice, grumbling as you insisted on making awkward small talk as you sat and waited with him to get checked out. 

That was the first time since his mother’s passing that anyone had ever shown Bradley an ounce of compassion when he was injured. He wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol talking or not , but he could have sworn you were an angel with the way you smiled at him and how soothing he found your voice. 

Now, eighteen months later, standing here with your arms wrapped around him, his hands on your waist as you fussed over him and congratulated him on his performance in this afternoon’s game, he was sure. You were heaven sent.. In fact, it was what he called you — angel. He’d decided early on it was the perfect nickname for you, and as time went on, he only proved himself right. 

“Everyone’s left, right?” You asked him, raising an eyebrow at him as he snapped back to reality, shooting a quick glance behind his shoulder.

“Mhmm. I was the last one out of the showers. Looks like it’s just us left here.”

“Perfect. I have a little something for you.”

“Do you?” He inquired, eyebrows raised as he smirked, a million ideas running through his head at what his surprise could be. 

Together, you walked back towards the now deserted dugout, the ballpark that was roaring with excitement an hour ago was now silent, deserted by players and fans alike. You grinned as you turned around to face Bradley, dropping down to your knees in front of him, gazing up at him with a doe-eyed stare that was almost enough to make him groan out in pleasure.

“Wh-you mean, this is my surprise? You’re gonna suck my dick in the dugout, angel?”

“I know you’ve always wanted me to. And you played so good today, honey. How could I say no?” You purred as you undid the belt holding his pants in place. 

He dropped his baseball pants down to his ankles, and before his hands could remove the tight fitting boxer briefs he’d changed into post-game, your mouth was pressed against the tightening bulge, pressing warm kisses to it in a way that made Bradley’s mind foggy. He couldn’t think straight and he wasn’t even in your mouth yet. 

Fuck.

He knew he wouldn’t last long if this was how worked up he was feeling at your mouth touching him. As you tugged his boxers down, peeling them off his thighs to free his cock. A white bead of pre-cum pearled on his tip, leading Bradley to elicit a pornographic moan as your thumb swiped across it, whisking the liquid away before you began pumping your hand up and down his shaft. You tauntingly flicked your tongue out over the tip of his erection, encircling the red, throbbing head with a trail of saliva before licking a strip along the underside to his balls. Bradley shuddered as he felt you continue to lick up and down his length, your hand pumping him tightly when you alternated and pressed your lips to the tip. 

After what felt to Bradley like an eternity, you took his tip past your parted lips, hollowing your cheeks as you began to suck on his cock like it was some kind of refreshing summer treat. As you took him further back in your mouth, your saliva began to pool around his shaft, dribbling out down his length as you tried to take more of him into you. He grunted your name as he gathered your hair in his hand, gripping tightly as he thrusted his hips forward into your mouth. 

You gagged as you felt his tip brush the back of your throat, causing more of your spit to soak his cock, your hand using it as lubrication as you continued to pump on whatever didn’t fit past your lips. Bradley began panting, gasping and singing your praises as he fucked your mouth. Your eyelids fluttered as you shut them for a quick moment to concentrate yourself on your technique until you felt a hand gently squeezing your cheeks, making your mouth seemingly tighten harder around Bradley.

“Nuh, uh, beautiful. Eyes on me,” he directed. 

You gazed up at him with that same doe-eyed stare again, batting your lashes as you watched his facial expression, his eyes shutting as he enjoyed the feel of your mouth as it sucked and licked at his cock, working him into his orgasm.

“Shit, angel, ‘m’not gonna last,” Bradley panted, deep chocolate brown eyes fixated on you as he watched you pull your mouth back from him almost entirely before thrusting yourself fully into him. 

His lids shut again as he drew his head back, saying your name as if it was a hymn he was singing. He let out a deep, throaty grunt as he shot hot, white ropes of his cum down your throat. Your eyes never left his as you swallowed hard, making sure that he could see you as you did it before pulling yourself back off his cock. Pulling yourself to your feet, you wiped the saliva from your mouth with the back of your hand, grinning proudly at the mess you’d made out of Bradley.

His eyes deepened with a burning, lustful hunger for you as he wrapped his arm around your waist, picking you up off your feet and grinning. 

“I gotta return the favour, now, angel. You know the rules. You wear a pretty little skirt like that, and I just have to eat that pussy of yours.” He said matter-of-factly as he pulled his bottoms back up, chuckling to himself as he tightened his belt back up. “Bet you did it on purpose, didn’t you, honey? Knew I wouldn’t be able to resist eating that perfect little cunt of yours if you wore something like this?”

“I may have been thinking something along those lines,” you teased, shrugging your shoulders as he laid you down on the bench. 

He straddled the bench in front of your legs and tutted his tongue at you, giving you a head shake of disapproval before raising an eyebrow at you.

“Angel, come on, spread those pretty thighs of yours nice and wide for me. Throw your legs over my shoulders if you have to.” 

You obeyed his command, biting down on your lip as you fought back a grin, draping your legs over his broad shoulders as he slipped between them, his mouth hovering just over your folds. He pressed his lips to your inner thigh, nipping at the sensitive skin with his teeth. You let out a soft yelp of pleasure, feeling your body writhe at the mere suggestion of Bradley’s mouth down there on you.

“Look at you,” Bradley purred as he spread your folds apart with two thick fingers. “So pretty and wet for me already? Sucking my cock got you all worked up like this?” 

“Mhmm,” you hummed, trying to concentrate your thoughts into a sentence. 

“C’mon, honey, use your words for me. Wanna hear you say it,” Bradley said as he flicked his tongue out, swiping it across your swollen, sensitive clit. 

“Bradley,” you whined as you arched your back at the slow, sensual teasing, “You know exactly why I’m like this already.”

“Mhmm, my perfect angel,” he cooed as he licked at your folds again, gathering your arousal on his tongue. 

As Bradley’s tongue ravaged you, eating you out like a man starved on a desert island for the last few months, your heart began to race, a burning desire brewing in the pit of your stomach. While Bradley’s tongue lapped at your arousal, he delved two thick fingers into your pulsating core, pumping them into your g-spot. You could picture him grinning to himself as he heard your needy, whiny moans, panting his name as if it was the only word you were able to say anymore. That was just how he liked it though - making it so he was the only thing on your mind. He prided himself on it.

Your thighs began to shake as he dug the fingers of his free hand into your flesh, holding you in place. He pulled his mouth away from you for a moment with a loud suck. You whimpered at the loss of contact, looking down at him from beneath hooded lids as he continued to fuck his fingers deeper into you. 

“That’s it, angel. I played my best for you today, wanted to do right, earn this pretty little pussy of yours. Make it mine,” he husked. 

Your walls clenched down tightly around his fingers as he spoke, the words alone enough to send you over the edge. He pressed his lips to your clit once again, giving it a long, tantalizing suck as he drew your orgasm out of you. Instead of his name, this time all you could get out of your mouth was a breathless, blissed out moan, unable to formulate words as your brain fogged. Bradley continued to praise you, coaching you through your climax like a personal trainer coaching you through a workout. 

He drew his hand up to his mouth, sucking on his fingers until they were clean, his wide tongue pressing flat against them before pulling them out of his mouth with a loud pop. You blinked twice at him, still dazed from your orgasm as he pulled your underwear back up your legs. 

“You ok, angel?” Bradley grinned as he tapped your thigh gently with his hand to try and bring you back to reality. Your blissfully fucked out stare was all he needed, a soft smile on your face as you tried to regain your composure. 

“We’re just getting started, baby. I’ve got 48 hours with you before my next game, I’m making each one of those hours count.” 

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[carnal-lnstinct]

dumbass x dumbass with goku?? ty in advance!!

3/3

This was unbelievable, really. For a couple of fighters who frowned at the idea of sitting around and staring at a TV for hours, they didn't waste time hogging up the couch and hoarding your new video game to themselves. Hercule wasn't kidding about it being the most popular versus game to hit homes but you assumed that was probably because he was in it. And the main character no less, using his tale of the Cell Games and the battle for the universe against Majin Buu. Including the likeness of the true warriors in those battles as The Champ portrayed them to make himself look better sounded like a crappy idea when it was first brought to those who knew the real story, Hercule being nice enough to ask permission to use their appearances and special techniques for his personal gain this time.

But then you saw the trailers and samples of gameplay leading up to its release and it was a real eye-catcher for you. You were looking forward to playing it

You just thought being gifted the game would mean you actually got to play it!

By their disposition it was clear who was winning and how things were getting tensed, the crowd of saiyans, humans, namekian, and...well, you’re not certain what Buu was, but they were all squeezed into your living room to spectate the current players and also play as their respective characters to see if their parodied versions were at least given some dignity. 

First they mock you for all the time you spend on video games and now they’re caught up in it. This had gone on long enough.

“I call next. Let me play, too!” You pouted at your husband, the obvious dominator of the rest. Goku’s eye didn’t even leave the screen, locked in his concentration as he responded to you.

“You said house rules were the newcomers play the winner. Vegeta has to pass it, he's the one losing.”

“I am not losing to you! You are using a cheap strategy to irritate me!” The Prince quickly snapped. With the raging energy coming from him, you were sure he was going to snap the controller in half.

“I don’t care who’s losing, it’s my game and you’ve been playing long enough! Everyone else is…” Your voice trailed off realizing that your words were simply in one ear and going out the other. With a huff, you marched across the floor and stood directly in front of the tv blocking everyone’s vision. You’re met with jeers all around, forcing them to pause their fight.

“(Y/n)!” Goku, antsy to keep playing, quickly moves from his seat and approaches you. “C’mon, You know you can’t do that. I was winning!” You squint your eye at him and fold your arms refusing to move.

“Out of the way, woman! I was just about to get Kakarot out of the game once and for all!” Vegeta urged as well but you ignored him glaring up at Goku.

“I want…to play.” You insisted.

“You said house rules can’t be broken, hun. You just gotta wait your turn like everyone else.” Goku leans over, holding a hand over his mouth to whisper to you. “Don’t worry, Vegeta won’t be lasting much longer.” In response, your pout grew. You waited long enough to even get the game, you’re not waiting another few hours to play it! With a grump, you untuck your arms and push your fist into Goku’s chest. Looking at the way you posed it, he arched a brow at you. “Really? That’s how you want to settle it?” 

You asserted with a single nod. He gives you a solemn look, brows lowering over his eyes as he nods in return. No one's ever seen Goku look at you in such a way before, a glare better earned by those he could claim as archrivals. Your guests watch more silently in anticipation, Goku tucking his controller under his arm and presenting his own fist to you. In a silent countdown, you both hammered your fists down in the air, shouting in unison.  

“Rock…Paper…Scissors!”

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[emeraldelysian]

Song Mingi ✧ Lipstick Love

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Pairing: Song Mingi x Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Smut, Friends to Lovers

Synopsis: You were just stood up on a date. A date that you only decided to go on to avoid the feelings you had for your best friend. What happens when that same friend and you decide to discuss your feelings for the first time?

Wordcount: 3.2K+

Warnings: Reader Has Fem. Anatomy, Possessive!Mingi, Car Sex, Slight Orgasm Denial, Oral (F.Receiving), Overstimulation, Marking Kink, Slight Exhibitionism

Note: Writer's block is difficult because I swear, the only time you have motivation is at 2 in the morning. And somehow this became more vulgar than my Lee Know fic. But please, give this love and I hope you all enjoy it!!

♡︎ follow, provide feedback, or reblog if you enjoyed but please don't repost or translate!♡︎

MDNI, 18+ CONTENT

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You tilt your head to the sky as you watch the raindrops fall outside the restaurant. They were light at first, individually identifiable before becoming heavier and heavier. You suppose this is karma for signing up for an online dating site and expecting it to work.

Typically, you wouldn't resort to going on dates with strangers. But in a pathetic attempt to make your feelings for someone disappear, you thought why not? It wouldn't hurt. It shouldn't hurt.

That was, if it had worked. If the guy you talked to actually decided to show up. Instead, you found yourself dressed up for an empty chair for about an hour and a half. You'd have to admit the empty chair had been the most respectful company of the evening, nonetheless, considering everyone else in the establishment had given pitiful side glances to you sitting alone.

But now, you're sitting on a bench in the rain all because of a crush on your best friend.

How meaningless it is, in some ways, to have a crush on someone unattainable. Someone that you knew had your back through thick and thin but didn't see you the way you wanted to. Someone that you would give all the money in the world for to look at you in the same endearing way as in the movies but knew that no monetary value could give. And now, you were waiting for that same someone to pick you up from the miserable sob story that you had caught yourself in.

You close your eyes as you let the drops fall onto your face, forming trickles down your face. They ran cold, much different from the warm tears you hopelessly attempted to swallow back.

"You know, you're supposed to put your hood up to stay dry, not spread it out like a rain catcher," scolds a deep but lighthearted voice from beside you. You turn to your left to see the source of all your confusing thoughts, Song Mingi.

You stand up from the bench, planning to apologize for calling him so late and having him pick you up. But before you could mutter a word, he walks towards you, reaching a hand on either side of your face. He pulls up the hood of your jacket, tucking your hair in on both sides. His hands are warm. Not the kind of warm from tears, no. But a warm that felt safe, shielding you from the cold rain.

Your eyes meet and he pauses, his hands still on either side of your face. The street and restaurant seem to fade away as his gold-flecked eyes held yours. You wanted this moment to last forever, bathing in the depths of his eyes.

But then, his hands drop. You could have sworn there was reluctance as he did so. He looks both ways; no one is in sight but you both can hear vague chatter in the distance coming from the restaurant you left behind.

"Come on," he says before beginning to walk in the other direction, away from the restaurant and towards his car. Feeling no presence behind him, he turns back to where you stand, your feet uncertain. He holds up his right hand, his pinky finger curved up while his others were tucked in. You look at his hand, unsure until he glances down to your left hand and then back at your eyes. You hold up your hand and he hooks your little finger with him, giving it a tug before turning and walking to his car, pulling you along.

You mistakenly take his off-put behavior as his annoyance for having to pick you up; however, it was just the opposite. He was exceptionally worried about you, and admittedly a bit jealous. You chose to go on a date with a stranger when he was right there, willing and ready to hold you for eternity? He's always felt like his feelings for you were obvious. At least, obvious enough that Yunho had given an entire 45-minute motivational pep talk about how he should just go for it and ask you out.

It's not that he didn't want to, but there was a fear lingering in his mind. He didn't want to ruin what the two of you had just because his feelings got in the way. Instead, he chose to sacrifice his own romantic feelings for you to try and stay content with just being friends.

You both sit in the car and he starts the engine, intending to drop you off at your house. After a minute or two of silence, Mingi speaks up.

"So, how bad was it?" He asks, keeping his eyes on the road.

"Why do you think it went bad?" You scoff, looking out the window to your right.

"Because I know you. You haven't said a word since I got there to pick you up." He stops at a red light and stole a glance at you. His heart dropped seeing a tear roll down your cheek.

"It's fine, really. I don't know why I expected differently." You tried to wipe the tears that were now falling down your face in some hopeless attempt to make yourself believe it was fine.

He bit the inside of his lip and looked back at the road, trying to think of what he could possibly say to comfort you. "Hey, hey, don't cry. Did he do something? He didn't hurt you, did he?"

"No, actually," you shook your head and gave a pathetic laugh at your predicament, "he didn't show up."

He paused once you said that. Out of all the circumstances that could have happened, he didn't expect that one. The guy stood you up?

"And also, I'm sorry about having you pick me up," you whisper.

"Don't apologize for it. You could call me at three in the morning if you wanted and I'd be up, ready, and driving over to you in ten minutes." And he meant every word.

You couldn't help but feel anger bubbling up inside of you. Why was he so kind to you? Why couldn't he just hate you? Why couldn't he just have one flaw that you could latch onto as an excuse to stop loving him?

"Please don't do that, Mingi." Because you don't love me like that.

"Do what?"

"Stop being so nice to me." Because I need a reason to stop liking you so much.

"What are you talking about-?"

"Please. I need you to hate me." Please, I want you to love me so bad.

"I am not going to do that."

"Why not?" If you don't love me, I need to hear it.

"..."

"Why not, Mingi? It would be so much easier for you and you wouldn't have to worry so much-"

"Because I love you!" Mingi raises the tone of his voice slightly, deafening your demands as you look at him in shock. A few moments of silence pass before he speaks up again.

"I can't bring myself to ever hate you if your smile literally brightens up my day. I can't bring myself to hate you if you screaming songs in the car with me makes me feel like I'm not the only one going insane sometimes. I can't bring myself to hate you if I love that you trust me enough to pick you up on a stupid date with some stupid guy instead of taking a taxi or the bus. I can't bring myself to hate you when you look ethereal no matter the moment. I can't bring myself to hate you because I love you. God, (Y/N) I love you. So please, please never ask me to do that again because I can't bear it. I can't bear the thought of hating you when every thought in my head is tainted by a thought of you." Only then did he realize the tears streaming down his face. He had bottled it up for so long, too long.

"Pull over, Mingi." You say softly, in awe of what you just heard.

"What?" He holds his breath at your request. You hate him, don't you? Fuck, fuck, fuck.

"Mingi, I need you to pull over. You can't drive safely with those pretty eyes being blurred, okay?" He takes a deep breath and nods, parking beside the curb.

"I'm sorry for saying that. I don't know what came over me." Mingi scolds himself internally as he looks at your face for any reaction. You gaze into his eyes, before giving him a small smile.

"I love you too, dummy."

"But, but you said-?"

You cut him off by placing both hands on his cheek, just as he had done with you earlier in the rain. "Because I have been battling my feelings for you for so long. I've tried every way I could think of to get rid of my feelings for you, and after a failed date, you hating me was my last resort. I never stopped loving you, though."

For years, you both had those three words on your mind, never finding the right moment to say them to each other. One could argue that now wouldn't have been the right moment either, but better late than never.

Mingi leans in first with you meeting him halfway. You let out a strangled moan when his tongue snakes into your mouth and curls around yours, teasing you until you shuddered and pulled away for air.

One minute, you were still in your seat; the next, you two were climbing into the back seat. You let out a small laugh as you watched Mingi's tall figure somehow topple his way over to where you were now sitting. It took the pressure off in some way, not having to be so perfect at it while being enveloped in the safety of someone you knew, trusted, and loved.

His lips connect with yours once again. The kiss is slow and sweet, synchronizing your lips with his perfectly. You nip at his bottom lip until he opens his mouth with a groan. His fingers find their way around your neck in a firm but painless maneuver, gathering you close enough to pull you onto his lap. He pulls away from you, gazing into your eyes.

"Are you sure you want to do this, bunny?" Mingi asks, waiting for confirmation; you nod, engulfed in the feeling of his hands on your thighs. "Okay, but if you want to stop at any point, just let me know. I won't be mad."

He is deceptively well-built under outfit, a delightful discovery for you. He unzips your dress and takes it off you as well, leaving you in matching bra and underwear. He cocks his eyebrow and looks at you as if to say 'since when did you have these?' You shrug, muttering a small, "it doesn't hurt to be prepared."

He lets out a small chuckle. His hands roam up your thighs, tracing along your skin as they got closer and closer to your heat. "Has anyone touched you before, bunny?"

You tried to ignore the memories of lazy hands shoving between your thighs in a previous relationship you had where it felt like you were some kind of charity project. "I mean, I've done it once but it was sort of one way? It just... I didn't feel great about it."

He lets out a small tsk in disappointment. "Can I show you how it should feel then?"

It isn't arrogant, the way he asked her. It's thoughtful. Earnest. But in some ways, you're still afraid. What if he doesn't enjoy himself? “You don’t have to do that.”

He caught your train of thought, quickly reassuring. “If you think eating you out would be a problem for me, I assure you, you’re wrong. If anything, I would beg to have my lips on you.”

You don't know whether it was a random spurt of confidence or your mouth saying words faster than your mind can process them but all you let out is, "Then beg."

He cocked an eyebrow at the sudden demand. His shock didn't come from you saying it, however; instead, he was surprised by how hot he found you in control. It wasn't something he expected from you, but he could grow accustomed to letting you have control once in a while.

You on the other hand were desperately trying to hide how much of a flustered mess you were because of your words. That is until he spoke up once more.

"Please, bunny, let me run my tongue all over you. I've wanted to have a taste of you for the longest time and seeing you in this cute lingerie," he looked down at your bra, tracing a finger over your nipple, "I don't know if I can control myself any longer."

You let out a small, needy moan at the vulgarity of his words and touch. You nod at his request, immediately finding yourself rolling your body on his lap. You grind on him as you feel yourself getting wetter. He catches up with your movements, resting his palms on your waist. He guides you as you grind on him shamelessly, finding him hard between her thighs. He watches as you get closer and closer to your breaking point before stopping your movement, ending your build-up.

"Not yet, bunny. I didn't even touch you yet." He gently shifts you both to where you're lying in the backseat with him hovering over you. "When we're not in my car, I'll show you how to ride my face but for now, I'll have to resort to the old-fashioned way."

His fingers are gentle against your skin as you arch your back, to help him unclip your bra. He mumbles a string of small curses in appreciation of you; here he was thinking you couldn't be more beautiful than you already were. But, just seeing you below him, looking not self-conscious but bold and safe, it's priceless.

His palms ghost your chest as you and he places kisses down your sternum. He moves to play with one of your nipples with his tongue while his hands provided attention to the other. He switches after a few moments, not getting enough of you.

He moves his lips down towards your waist. He looks at you once again, asking for a nod of approval before swiftly taking them off of you. He moves to go on top of you but before he can continue, you pull at his waistband and pout; he rolls his eyes at your cute gesture, before removing his own pants and underwear as well. You watch as his girth springs up. It's then pressing insistently against your stomach once he leans back over you.

He moves one hand down to your heat, cupping it gently as he slides one finger through your folds. "Now, I'm just going to touch you like this. Are you doing okay so far, bunny?"

You nod, blinking rapidly as the tip of his finger brushes against your clit. It makes you shiver, his care for you mixed with his touch. He pulls his finger away, bringing it into his mouth. He sucks off the taste on you and hums in satisfaction. You feel yourself clench desperately at the sight, a whimper flying from your lips.

"You taste so good, bunny. And this is all for me, right?" he asks.

Another whimper escapes from you. "All yours. N'body else's."

"That's good, bunny. I'm gonna make you feel so good, I promise." He wastes no time moving his head down and begins weaving his tongue between your folds. He switches between giving long licks and quick, flickering ones. He then plays with your clit using his tongue while inserting two fingers in.

"Oh fuck, Mingi baby please," you inhale sharply at the feeling of his tongue and fingers. It was the complete opposite of what you had experienced with others, instead feeling heavenly. Your hips move in sync with his movements as you grab his hair. He adds a third finger in, looking up at you as he lightly sucks on your clit. Your breathing is jagged now, as you hear your own wetness from his fingers curling and thrusting inside you.

Before you knew it, you fell apart, letting go of his hair as you covered your mouth. Your legs shook from the sudden wave of ecstasy overflowing you. You let out a string of curses and moans when you feel no stopping from Mingi. Only his fingers move away to make room for his tongue inside you, lapping until you pulled through your wave and found yourself being overstimulated.

Your head falls back from how good his tongue feels in the aftermath, feeling your orgasm build up quickly once again until you can't hold yourself anymore. You sob out a string of "don't stop, don't stop, oh, god, don't stop" as you feel a second orgasm wash over you.

At this point, you're simply trembling under his touch, words meshed into slurred speech as you grind against his tongue hard throughout. It felt like you couldn't get enough of him. You needed his tongue, the warmth of it, the way he perfectly timed his pacing. It was like a drug and you needed more. But, instead, he pulls away, licking off the remaining juices of you from his fingers.

"God, you look so cute when you cum. Your eyes flutter shut and you bite your lip and just- fuck, bunny. You did so well for me, cumming on my face like that. How do you feel?"

"That..." you take a moment to catch your breath, "that was amazing. We have to do that again sometime. I mean, if that's okay with you?"

He chuckled lightly at how adorable you were being. Such a contrast from the vulgar presentation you were putting on just moments before.

"Of course, I don't mind, bunny. I had just as much fun, if not more than you did. I could have gone for hours but," he pointed to the dashboard, "I don't want to start overstimulating you in a car. As much as I'd love to see if we get caught by other people, your moans are too pretty for anyone's ears but my own."

He rubs your stomach and then pauses, staring at it for a moment before looking back at you. He hums, tracing his finger on your body with his finger in a similar fashion as before. "Do you have any lipstick on you, bunny?"

You nod, pointing at your purse in confusion. He quickly searches through it and pulls out a dark pink lipstick- the same one that was now messily decorated on your lips.

He opens the cap, before, placing the lipstick on right above your waist, tracing the pattern for the third time. It only takes him a minute before he's done, putting the lipstick back into its original home. He smiles at his work, a neat Mingi's written in pink with a heart at the end.

"There. Now you'll never forget who you belong to, bunny."

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[skinnywalker]

Online (Aaron hotch x bau male reader) part 1

"He is skilled. Really, really skilled. Like world-wide criminal catcher skilled."

Hotch starred down at the green folder sitting patiencelly on his desk. It's side was clipped with the handsome face of it's personal, the newest bau team member. A 20 something professional who had taken down multiple dark web killers successfully.

"He seems promising."

Promising was an understatement but that was exactly how Hotch wanted to seem. Unimpressed. He knew how good someone so young had to be to gain a reputation in the FBI, Spencer was living proof, but he was different.

"Tell him to come in."

Hotch feels a slight pang in his stomach. He is anxious. He really can't figure out why. He's delt with insane murderers and pedophiles but the idea of a good-looking smart man in his office alone makes him clamy.

He enters with a knock and at once hotch knows why he felt scared. He's pretty in person. He looks like a painting of someone who you don't know but can't help but recognize. His eyes sprakle in the over head lights like stars in the winter. He runs his tongue over his lips to wet them and Hotch feels the air sucked right from his lungs.

It's like he's a teenager all over again.

"How has your first day been?"

It's a useless question but one Hotch has never asked. Something is making him act nicer. Warmer.

"I really like the team here. Everyone is so helpful and on task. You run them well."

Compliments don't get to Hotch yet he feels himself flush.

"Thank you. I do my best."

"I can tell."

God damn he was smooth. Hotch could feel the room getting smaller around him as he forced himself to keep eye contact.

"Garcia gave me a slight run down on your background but I want to hear from you."

"Oh well, want do you want to know?"

Everything.

"I want to know what you think your strengths are."

He chewed his lip thinking.

"Well you probably know about my time on the dark web but recently I've been doing integrations."

"Fo how long?"

"Almost a year?"

"Are you good at it?"

He smiled. Hotch shifted slightly in his chair. He wanted to see him in that smile and nothing else.

"Youre a professional, test me."

"Ok, tell me everything about me."

He cocks his head still smiling.

"You're strict but not out of nature rather you prefer complete order and the best way to keep it is to control your team and most importantly yourself. You love your people but you make yourself cold to them as a defense mechanism. You're divorced, a single parent of one young kid and judging from the crayons in your pencil mug they are an artist. You love them which is why they are never at your work and why you block off parts of your calender for their events. You hate the way people treat the younger generation which is why you made everyone called Dr. Reid Dr. Reid instead of Agent and most importantly you liked me from the moment you saw me which is why you haven't been taking notes despite the notepad in front of you."

Hotch holds eye contact with him unspeaking for several mintues before speaking.

"It seems you've already had much experience but you'll still be working with our teach runner Garica."

He smiles and gives his hand to shake. The room is silent till he leaves and Hotch is left standing alone. He's never met and agent like this and truth be told he for the first time is really nervous.

Nobody has read him that well on the first try.

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[jukeboxjackal]

Headcanon- Dating Jock! Carol Danvers

Carol Danvers x fem! Reader

A/n: Hey guys, hey guys. Haven’t been here in a while. If i’m not here, it’s either because of writers block, i don’t feel like it, low motivation, or just general laziness. But enjoy my first actual piece in a while though! I just write sometimes now lmfao

Ok ok so first of all, just in general information I feel like she is the softball captain. Reason being is softball is stereotypically a gay sport LMFAO but I guess it’s kind of right (I say this as a softball player and a friend haha) and I think she’d be utility playing either pitcher, catcher, or 3rd base

Anyways to follow with the last bullet, I feel like she would definitely have an undercut and show it almost allll the time. She also has a varsity letterman jacket that may or may not on the tag on the inside say: ‘Property of: Carol Danvers ⁺⁽ʸ/ⁿ⁾ ⁽ˡ/ⁿ⁾♡) You definitelyyyy did not write the second part

More in the popular crowd, whether you are too is up to you

Her arch-nemesis has got to be the volleyball captain Valkyrie. For one, they don’t get along and two, she so obviously has a thing for you

She’s usually hanging out with her friends in the halls or the courtyard, but when she sees you walk by she immediately goes to catch-up with you

She’s superr protective of you. When she’s walking with you she’s always holding your hand or she has an arm around you at all times. If anyone says anything even slightly snarky to you she’ll look them dead in the eye and say ‘Wanna repeat that?’

She also loves when you wear her clothes and especially her sports jackets, helps to show people that you’re hers

Her nicknames for you are the cliches, such as: Babe, baby, sweetheart, (Y/N/N), princess, and my lady/ girl. Whereas you like to call her: Care-bear (she acts like she hates it but you know she doesn’t), bubs, captain or cap, and baby

She does get jealous, but only when you’re clearly interested in the other person. Like when you were hanging out with that one ballet girl Natasha Romanoff who was teaching you but was also way too close to you and she told the dancer to back off

As much as I might get some hate for this, I do feel like she might have been a bit of a bully. Not in the way that she’d go out of her way to be mean to others but just to uphold a reputation. Like if she’s with her popular friends she’d snicker and make some snarky rude comment about a less-popular kid, but if you ever saw her do it she’d apologize to you and to the other secretly

She’s super sweet to you, always going over to your house and bringing you something whether it’s food or flowers

She usually gives you rides to and from school

Don’t forget about y’all’s after-game dates!

#6 on the field but #1 in your heart that’s for sure

If you were to also be on the softball team as well, she’d still treat you the same as the other girls (but behind closed doors that’s different) Like the one time where the team had lost a game and she made you guys do laps for every base you could have stolen but after that she took you out to eat and she apologized profusely

Make-out sessions in the locker room and the bleachers

If you don’t play, you still make sure to be at all of her games. Home or away, you find a way (ooh that rhymed)

Let’s not talk about that one time she was pitching and behind the cage she saw you talking to the opposing team member who had to use the bathroom

She’s your #1 gym buddy and vice-versa

Oh and she definitely said I love you first

Overall, she is the sweetest and you would consider her damn-near perfect. She definitely has her flaws but that’s with everyone. Your love is unmatchable.

Hey guys! Sorry if this wasn’t as straight to the point as my last headcanon was, but I just had a lot to say I guess lol. Anyways, I’ll probably come back to edit this in a few hours I just wanted to put something out for now. Until next time!

Thanks for reading! Feedback, requests, and inquiries are always appreciated and welcome!

#carol danvers x female reader #jock!carol #marvel imagines #carol danvers imagine #marvel headcanons

[baejax-the-great]

ao3 exists, plus it doesnt even matter what terms i search for on tumblr 100% of the time theres fanfiction. literally you can search any words on this website and some kpop guy/ reader fanfics flood the results every single fucking time. plus some of us are not here for fandoms??? your circus/clown analogy is stupid

So I'm incredibly allergic to shrimp-- to the point where if I ate a single shrimp I would die, to the point where I don't really consider shrimp food anymore--and it's the weirdest thing, yesterday i went to Target to buy hair conditioner, and they were selling shrimp. Don't they know it wasn't what I was looking for and I can't eat it anyway? Why would they do this? Totally fucked up of those shrimp catchers to try to poison me like that.

But analogies clearly aren't your thing, so let me break this down for you.

AO3 does indeed exist, but your suggestion that fanfic live there and ONLY there is akin to saying that imgur exists, so nobody should be posting images, whether they be photos or art, on any other website. Twitter exists (sort of), so really nobody should be posting shit posts or hot takes that are fewer than 140 characters or whatever.

Not everyone uses AO3. There is no law saying that if you write fanfic, you must post it on AO3 and nowhere else. There will never be a law that says that, because that's not how the internet works. Tumblr, one of the few social media sites that allows longform blogging, is in fact a great alternative to AO3 for one-shots. It's a little trickier for multi-chapter posts, but I've seen people make it work.

AO3 is not social media. People can't DM there, send asks, make friends, bump their post to the top of the feed (unless they are an asshole who is about to get blocked by half of fandom for pulling that move). Do you like social media? I mean you're here, on tumblr, bothering a total stranger, so you must see some value to it. Guess what--fanfic authors also enjoy being on social media and sharing what they've been up to, including their WIPs.

Things you aren't looking for being part of your searches is literally just life on the internet at all times forever. Earlier this month I was looking for a reference of draped fabric for drawing purposes. I googled 'chiton drawing' (chitons like the ancient Greeks used to wear), and all I got were drawings of molluscs of the genus 'chiton.' Alright, I did a google search for "toga drawing" and learned that there is an anime girl named Toga and people very much enjoy drawing her. Were the artists of the molluscs or the anime girl to blame for me having to slog through a bunch of irrelevant pictures to find one that could help me with my drawing? No. They correctly labeled what they were doing. That's just life.

Seeing fanfic in the tag doesn't harm you. At all. It doesn't matter if you find it cringe, or it's a ship you don't like, or it's xReader. For like ten seconds you looked at words you didn't particularly like, and then you moved on. How is that different from literally any other post on tumblr? I see bad takes and essays I don't care about on this site all the time. It's called scrolling. Again, this will be the case for every website on the internet forever. Are you telling me you read every tweet in your feed? Every reddit post? Sometimes you see irrelevant stuff. I guarantee some of my mutuals have already deemed this long ass post irrelevant and are scrolling on by. What makes fiction that much more abhorrent to you than the rest of the nonsense?

If you really hate seeing fanfic, tumblr has content blocking and tag blocking. You can block the phrase "x Reader." You can block the tag "fanfic." You can block all sorts of things, and if that doesn't work, you can just block the writers whose existence annoys you.

Sorry man, you personally not liking fandom and not using tumblr for it has really no bearing on what everyone else is doing. Like it or not, tumblr is a hub of fandom, and fanfic authors are going to be a part of every fandom on this green earth. Just because you came to the circus in order to admire the pretty fabric used on the tents doesn't mean the performers are in the wrong for doing their thing.

#ao3 #get a load of this clown #tumblr #surprised it took me this long to get a braindead take in my inbox about this #this really feels like genZ bullshit where they see one thing they don't like online and become karens of the internet #honey other people exist doing things that have nothing to do with you #and occasionally you will see them and the only correct response is to move on with your life #by all means anon call up tumblr and explain to them that people are posting fanfic on their website and you just don't care for that

[honestlywtfisgoingon]

Woman About Town — Catcher Block

CATCHER BLOCK x READER

description: catcher couldn’t be your lover so he settled for being your friend. now that you’re looking for someone to fill that spot, he can’t stand for it to be anyone but him.

warnings: language, spice idk if it’s considered smut but there’s use of the word “core” in that way lmao, alcohol, drinking and driving do NOT do that, written in about an hour and completely UNEDITED

a/n: sexy suit ewan is the best ewan (actually all ewans are the best) but srsly cmon im swooning

words: 3,252

catcher block: ladies man, mans man, man about town, your boss…and nothing more.

he had tried to change that multiple times int he beginning sure, but now he was your best friend. When you first started working for him you had a boyfriend. it didn’t make much of a difference to him as it wasn’t the first time someone had dropped everything, including a relationship, for a single night with him.

after a while, he realized that it just wasn’t going to happen with you, and usually he would have looked for a new secretary instead, except for the fact that you were a damn good one. you knew what he wanted before he did, ready with a cup of coffee and a fully prepped agenda for the week, even including flexibility for his…flings, not to mention you were an incredibly fast typer, and catch appreciated not having to wait.

you made his life a lot easier, so much so to where he found you indispensable and took you with him whenever he had to travel for one of his famous exposes. you made quite a pair, arriving at places like coco beach after a long flight of joking together and enjoying each other’s company, then splitting up as he searched for a new conquest and you went off on your own, content to simply enjoy the drinks and other perks that came with your job. your boyfriend and his insecurities had a problem with that.

he didn’t like how much time you were spending with catcher. even if he was a serial womanizer, he should’ve known you well enough to trust you, and that lack of trust was what damaged your relationship the most. he even went so far as to insinuate that you were actively having an affair with your boss. it was immediately after that you threw him out of your apartment and your life.

catcher wasn’t perturbed by it in the least, in fact, he was overjoyed. he had adjusted to just being friends with you a while ago, close friends, but you were back in the game now, and he would be fool not to try again with you, his idea of the perfect woman. funny, smart, absolutely gorgeous, and always kept him on his toes. once or twice he had pictured you underneath him instead of some woman he had met 20 minutes ago. it always freaked him out, the possibility that he actually liked you, but that thought wasn’t anything a glass of scotch couldn’t make disappear.

You had expected it of course, knowing your friend well enough by now, and you were very entertained watching your friend try moves on you that you’d seen him use a thousand times over, only to see him shocked when they didn’t work.

“arent you a pretty little thing today? must be the earrings i sent you,” catcher toyed with the dangly jewelry hanging on your ear. he was standing closely behind you, his breath fanning across your neck.

“you can borrow them if you like. maybe it’ll make you pretty too,”

“darling im not pretty enough for you?”

“of course you are catch, how could i forget.”

eventually he lost all hope in seducing you, and he was back to being your best friend once more. he was just as happy that way too. you were the only girl friend, friend who was a girl, that he had ever had, and he valued you for it very much. he found that he enjoyed the company of a woman, even if they happened to be fully clothed. he also appreciated that, out fo his two best friends, you and peter, that he wasn’t worried would die of a heart attack at 40.

so catcher went back to being your friend, and as your friend, he was always there to give you advice when you asked. this time you wanted guy advice.

“you want to get back out there?”

“that’s what i said.” you handed him his drink before plopping down on the couch next to him. you had invited him over to your apartment, something you’d done a million times before.

“why?”

“what do you mean why?”

“we’ll it’s just…why are you asking me?”

“you’re joking right? you’re king out there.” at first he liked that you were in the field, but then he realized there where other men in the field besides him, and he didn’t like it. they weren’t good enough for tou.

“i don’t think that’s a good idea,”

“why not?”

“we’ll look at your options, what’s the point anyway?”

“what just cause they’re not all you?” even if it was sarcastic, you had a backwards way of stroking his ego. you never outright complimented him, humbling him as the one woman in new york who wouldn’t, but he also knew that you partially believed your jokes. you did think he was the shit, and any approval from you was worth more than all his past flings put together. “cmon. you’re a man about town. teach me to be a woman about town.” he gave you a look of hesitation. “if you don’t teach me i’m still gonna go ahead without your wisdom.” you poked his forehead and he swatted your hand away.

“well we need to see what you already know, but for that you’d have to come here and show me.” he patted his lap, “for academic purposes of course,”

“ha ha catch.” you fake laughed, “besides, even if it really was for academic purposes, i’d still say no. i care about you way too much to have sex with you,”

catcher was at a loss. what does that mean? you wouldn’t sleep with him because you cared about him? how does that even make sense? then he realized that also meant you weren’t rejecting him because you weren’t attracted to him, it was for whatever weird reason you just offered.

“fine,” he rolled his eyes and began to explain to you the inner workings of the human male while you listened intently.

armed with your new knowledge, you successfully landed a date only days after. you would say you had catch to thank, but he insisted that he had nothing to do with it.

“you’ve always been an absolute knockout, even without my help,” he said as he watched you fix your hair in the mirror. you blushed at the compliment. he had told you things like that before, but it was rare for him to say that outside of flirting. he was being genuine this time, and your heart fluttered. you blamed it on being nervous about your date, but you repeated his words in your mind once more.

you ran around feverishly, primping yourself until catcher had to get up and put his hand on your shoulders to stop you before you wore out the carpet. it was ridiculous that you should go through all this and get worked up over someone who wasn’t even worth it. he placed his hands on your cheeks and held you to look on him.

“y/n. you look fine, and he’s the lucky one,” you and him stared into each other’s eyes. you couldn’t help but realize jsut how beautiful his were. suddenly the telephone rang and your trance was broken.

“hello? alright i’ll be down,” you set the phone down on the receiver and turned to catcher, jumping up and down a little to get your nervous excitement out. he smiled at how adorable you were, but there was an ache in his heart when he remembered your reaction was for someone else. he was lost in his thoughts until you ran up to him for a quick goodbye. “bye catch! your the best!” you gave him a quick kiss ont he cheek without even thinking and then ran out the door with your coat.

his hand reached up to where you kissed him, and suddenly he felt hot. he was frozen for a moment, processing your actions, then ran over to your balcony to try and catch you walking out the front. you hadn’t made it out yet, but he spotted who he presumed to be your date. he was checking himself out in the car mirror, running his hand through his hair and throwing finger guns to himself once he was satisfied with his appearance. he sneered even though it was an action he had done many times.

what a prick.

then, he saw you walking out in your mini dress and kitten heels, hair all done up, and looking far to good for wherever this idiot was going to take you. he saw your discarded glass in the corner of his eye and picked it up, downing what alcohol was left in it. he looked down at the bottom of the glass and contemplated what to do now. your home was as good as his, so he figured he would just stay up and wait till you got home.

muscle memory led him yo where you kept the drinks and he poured himself another one before taking a seat on the couch. it was after his third glass that he got up to get the whole bottle. there was just something off that he could place his finger on. he was worried about you, something he didn’t usually need to be.

in all his time knowing you, he had never even had to think about what you were doing with another man, and now that he did, he absolutely did not like it. it was what was causing his knee to bounc up and down rapidly, his brows furrowing at the same time. he had to do something. at least that’s what the alcohol began to tell him.

he hated it. he hated seeing you with another man. even at the beginning he didn’t lowly hat you had a boyfriend, but he got over it. it also helped that you and your boyfriend had made it past the hoensympon stage and you rarely even talked about him. what was different now that he was seeing you all smitten and in the brand new stages of romance. you should be getting giddy about him. he should be taking you to dinner. that’s when it clicked.

catched wasted no time in rushing down the elevator and getting in his car. he started it, and then realized he didn’t even know where you were.

“dammit,” he whispered angrily. you had mentioned it before, but he was paying more attention to your lips than to what was actually coming out to them.

andy, and…something…andre’s!

the second the restaurant came to his mind, he was speeding there. it was a miracle he made it there in one piece, especially considering his buzz, but he was on a mission and nothing was going to stop him.

he tossed the keys to the valet and fixed his jacket before walking in. if he was going to tell you that you should be with him, he was going to look good for you.

“did you happen to see the most beautiful girl walk in here? black dress, ugly blonde date?” the hostess looked extremely confused, but hesitantly pointed to the table that fit his description the most, a girl in a black dress with a blonde man. the second he caught sight of you, he was over there.

“hello y/n,”

“catcher block what are you doing here.” you said, using his full name as though he was in trouble, but truly you were relieved. your date was absolutely boring, and you found yourself counting the minutes until you could go home, partially hoping he stayed over.

“catcher block? the catcher block? ladies man? man’s man? man about—“ apparently your date was not in the least bit bothered. in fact, he seemed rather starstruck.

“yes, town. we get it,” you rolled your eyes at his fanboying. “what are you doing here?” you looked up at him.

“could i steal y/n away for a moment?”

“of—of course mr. block,” your date stuttered out, but you were already out of your seat and following catcher to the coat check area.

“as grateful as i am, you still need to explain our self.”

“grateful? did i really rescue you?”

“yes, completely” he couldn’t help but puff his chest up a bit, “explain,” you poked him in the chest, then smelled the alcohol on his breath, “are you drunk?”

“not the point—“

“you could’ve gotten into an accident! don’t ever—“

“not. the point.” he lowered his voice and pulled you close. your breath hitched in your throat. it was different this time. he wasn’t being smooth, you could hear the quiet pleading in his voice for you to listen. you nodded.

“i couldn’t do it. i couldn’t let you go out with some guy,” you opened your mouth to speak, but he continued, “not when it should be me taking you out,”

you sighed. “we’ve been through this. i’m not going to sleep with you,”

“no! that’s not what i’m talking about. i mean i should be taking you out on dates, walking you home, kissing you goodnight,”

“the deluxe package huh? i just, i don’t want to be another one of your conquests. goodnight catch.” you turned to leave.

“your not a conquest. you’re it.” he spun you back around and you ended up almost chest to chest.

“what are you saying?” it came out as a whisper.

“i’m saying i care about you too much to have sex with you too. i care about you to where i want to call you mine,”

“i won’t be one of your one night stands,”

“how bout an every night stand?”he made you laugh.

“you really mean it?”

“let me put it this way, i—i love you,” it just tumbled out, but he knew it to be true. you had loved him too. for a very long time, but you didn’t realize it until he said it. when you actually saw it was a possibility, you let all of your walls and denial break down, and you kissed him.

“i love you too,” you mumbled against his lips, and you could feel him smile. he pressed his lips against yours harder, and you found yourself tugging at his hair. what was meant to be a single kiss turned into many heated ones, and he had slowly backed you into the door of the coat closet while you were distracted by all the attention he was giving your neck, placing needy kisses all over.

“i have a date,” you suddenly remembered, but made no move to stop the man you had wanted for so long, too afraid to admit it.

“no you don’t,”

“no i don’t,” you laughed as he turned the knob behind you and you tumbled into the closet.

“do you know how long i’ve wanted this? to be able to love you? now that i can i don’t need anything else,”

“no you don’t,” you joked, but your laugh was cut off when he sucked on a sensitive spot on your neck. your knees felt weak, and somehow he knew. maybe it was from experience, but it also might have had something to do with the way you were a perfect match. absolutely connected, and knew each other like no one else. he grabbed the back of your thighs and gave you a little boost to wrap your legs around his waist. he pressed you against the wall and you reflexively reached up to grab a hanger rod when he grinded against you, needed something to steady yourself. he grinned and only did it again. you began to breath heave as he hiked up your dress and you loosened his bow tie.

“catch. oh catch!” you mumbled as he lifted one of your legs higher in order to press directly against your core. he nipped at your neck, causing you to shut your eyes, forgetting where you were.

the sudden bright light that invaded the small space immediately reminded you.

“oh!” it was your date, looking for his coat. apparently you had taken too long and he had decided to leave. catcher was not embarassed to be in this position with you, and was happy to hold you in place, no doubt enjoying how obvious it was that you had chosen him. you were not so used to being found in situations like this, and had to swat him until he let go of your legs and let your dress fall from your waist.

“we were just, uh,” you looked at catch in panic.

“we were in the middle of something so if you’d like to take your coat and go.” your date was completely in shock, nodding and reaching for his coat presumably in autopilot. it was a bit awkward as you had to squish to the side, pressed into against catch even further. once again, he seemed to be enjoying this far too much.

once your date left you began to swat catcher again.

“ow ow! you were rather fond of me a few minutes ago,” you stopped and pulled his face it for a hard kiss, effectively shutting him up.

“i still am,” you whispered in his ear. he grinned and opened the door, offering you his arm once you both stepped out. you both got into his car, giggling like kids. you were on such a high that you didn’t even realize where he was taking you until about 10 minutes into the drive.

“if i’m going to take to bed the woman i love, it’s going to be special.” he pulled up to a decadent hotel, tall marble columns and walls of ivy, rare in new york. there were so many ornate details to stare at while he checked you in, hand not leaving your waist for a moment. it was like another world. it all went so quickly, as the concierge already kne catcher and gave him his “usual” you looked at him with a little frown. “darling i know my history, but i’ve only been here once and it wasn’t with anyone. your the first and the last,”

you smiled and kissed him. you opened the hotel door and were greeted by high ceilings and a large canopy bed. champagne was on a rolling tray put away in the corner, no doubt by the staff who knew catcher, and a large gilded fireplace was in the wall. you gasped and catcher watched as you ran out on the balcony, admiring you. you and catcher had been to many nice hotels, and his apartment was nice in and of itself, but nothing like this. it wasn’t very new york either, it was like a castle, and you were reacting just as he hoped you would. as much as he loved seeing you, he couldn’t bear to be anywhere but on top of you anymore, and he came up behind you, scooping you up bridal style as you let out a little squeak. he laid you gently on the bed, taking his time like never before.

“god it’s like a honeymoon catch.”

“would you like it to be?” he was serious. you thought about it, but didn’t know what to say.

“someday.” catcher didn’t mind, he knew you loved him, and that was enough. he would marry you someday, and he was content to wait.

“come here.”

“anything you say mrs. catcher block,”

#catcher block #catcher block x reader #catcher block x y/n #catcher block fanfiction #catcher block smut #catcher block fluff #down with love #ewanverse #ewan mcgregor #ewan mcgregor x reader

[strugglingwriterwattpad]

cherry bomb pt 1 glen Mcreynolds x reader

everybody wants some 2016 - Glen McReynolds x reader.

In 1980s Texas, college athlete Jake Bradford moves into the communal house of his baseball team. The roommates soon begin to navigate the ups and downs of growing up unsupervised. The houses are in need of renovation bringing in the new landlord that quickly takes Glen McReynolds, captain, of the team, interest.

Word count – 20,996 in total

The baseball team was known throughout campus, with tons of sex and lots of broken hearts. Glen McReynolds being one of the biggest heartthrobs in his senior year. if he took a girl home it was for one thing. Sex. That evening though was different, it was a surprisingly quiet one with games of ping pong, basketball and a lot of beer. The freshers were already introduced, settled in and partly drunk due to the booze at the jolly fox. It was fun until the phone rang. The team captain answered the phone realising it was their coach. The coach spoke in a rush explaining to the senior he would be coming to the house to cover the year. "See you in a bit coach." As McReynolds hung up the phone to his coach, he raced downstairs shouting for his team in a panicked haze placing the device on the bench outside his bedroom. "Coach is coming in 10 minutes, get rid of the beer!" he bellowed. Everyone vaulted from their stations racing around the house to collect the broken bottles and cans. Kenny and Glen prioritized the fresh supply hiding it at the back of the garden between the mess they had already made and the wild weeds.

As they finished up their extreme clean, Finn watched the coach pull in along with another truck. a teal blue Ford pickup shaking from the volume of a song cherry bomb. As he kept watching, a girl jumped out the driver’s side, her ass facing towards the window blocking a view of her face. "Look, alive gentleman." As she turned around, the rest of the group landed on the sofa observing her with amazement. "This one's got a nice ass," Kenny muttered. Glen stayed silent watching her thighs as she walked alongside their coach. The woman wasn't as tall as the guys but stood with more confidence than most of the girls they hung around with. her skin was tanned from the Texan sun, with (H/C) fluffy locks styled to frame her cheeks. He watched her shake hands with the coach with a strong grip her (E/C) eyes sparkled in the summer sun. She was wearing cobalt denim shorts that cut off just above the start of her ass and a navy-blue crop top. Her lean neck was decorated with a thin silver chain just brushing her collarbone. She seemed a lot different to the girls they usually brought home. She walked with confidence, and independence but still portrayed a hint of shyness. "Holy shit."

The coach and the female stepped into the run-down house; the older man immediately ordered the group to sit on the sofas in the living room. Each guy that followed in eyed the young woman in shock she quickly stepped back, slightly feeling uncomfortable. "If you haven't met yet, I'd like to introduce you to the new guys on the team." The coach started. "Freshman Ty Plummer, catcher. Stand up, Ty. Come on, son. Alex Brumley, outfield. Sit down. All right. Jake Bradford and Billy Autrey, both freshman pitchers." Each boy stood up with a small wave before sitting back down on either their seat or on the floor. Glen ignored the freshers, keeping his gaze on the girl as she fiddled with her chain awkwardly. "Also, I'm taking a leap this year on two transfers, trying to shore up our pitching staff. From California, senior Charlie Willoughby. Stand up, Willoughby. And from Detroit, Jay Niles." As Jay stood up swinging a strange item in his hand, he winked towards the lady making her roll her eyes with a disgusted look. She could already tell he was gonna be the pain of the group. He was smug, with an ego probably bigger than himself. "All right. For you vets, I expect you to show the new guys around. Hopefully, be a positive influence on them. I'd appreciate that, all right? Okay, for the eight of you living in this house and the eight of you living next door, there's gonna be some guidelines for living here."

Finally, the coach turned his attention to the girl as she moved forward. "This is (Y/N) (S/N), your new landlord." The boys all leaned over in surprise. She was their age possibly a senior. How could she be their landlord? "She been generous enough to donate these houses to help with the overcrowding situation in athletic dorms, and we've agreed to be responsible for them." She owned the two houses. How was that possible, Glen thought. "So, two rules. Number one. No alcohol in these houses, okay? It's against school policy. Need I say more? Now, we can't stop you from having a drink down at that Jolly Fox and Sound Machine, or whatever. You're all over eighteen, all right? Just no booze in this house. Okay. Number two, and it's a biggie, gentlemen..." (Y/N) smiled lightly and snickered making Glen watch her before turning his attention. the coach spoke something he didn't want to hear.

"No girls upstairs in those bedrooms." Each boy let out a giant growl. "Yup. I'm sorry. She's gonna have to take it back to her place or, if you want, you can spend as much time as you like together down here. There's plenty of room in both these houses for socializing. So, if you just gotta bring some little gal back to the house, you keep her buns downstairs. You got it? Don't want the program taken down by a piece of poontang." The coach turned towards (Y/N) again stepping back as she started to speak. "Okay guys, I'm gonna be around for a few months. The plan is to get the houses in order and up to code. For now, I'm gonna focus on the kitchen ceiling so whoever's rooming above it for the time being I need your stuff out of that room." Kenny and Glen both raised their hands. "We'll get that sorted before we head out tonight," Kenny promised she nodded her head in thanks. "To add to that. (Y/N) has my personal number, if you boys do anything to upset make her uncomfortable and I find out about it, there will be consequences. I'm not gonna lose these houses because you boys couldn't be respectful." Each boy nodded their head, Niles rolled his eyes but still nodded.

"Okay, that's it. Voluntary practice is on Sunday. That's players-only now. Rulebook says I can't be on the field, so I'll see you fellas on Monday. Be responsible out there this weekend, okay? Think before you do something stupid, please." Glen pushed himself off the sofa alerting (Y/N) to his presence. She couldn't deny he was handsome. They were the same age, so she knew of him and his reputation. "All right. Mac, you got something?" His dark hair was styled thick and neck length with a matching moustache sitting on his top lip. His eyes were sharp fern green and intense. His body was typical of a sport major muscular thick and strong. "Yeah. Hey, new guys, listen up. Just so you know, "voluntary" means mandatory, okay? Everybody's got to be there. If you're not there, then you probably don't care about beating those fuckers from Arizona. And if you're not serious about that, you might as well go home." from the way he spoke she could tell how seriously he took the baseball league. A true leader in his major.

"If you guys don't mind, I'm gonna get started and have a look at the ceiling before you all leave. I'm assuming you’re heading to the sound machine." (Y/N) asked as the coach left in the car speeding out the drive. "I'll show you to the kitchen." Glen voiced pointing towards the door leading to the room. "Thanks..." she paused pretending to not know whom he was, not wanting his ego to balloon. "Glen McReynolds." He shook her smaller hand feeling her look him up and down with a leer on her plump rose lips. "Well, the ceilings are pretty much on the verge of collapse." He laughed as she turned her attention back to the room. The once white ceiling was now a murky grey, decorated with multiple cracks and chips. "No kidding." She muttered. As Glen watched her leap onto the counter, the boys peeked around the doorframe observing her tight ass almost in their captain's face. "Sorry." She spoke tapping the creaking wood as he turned to his teammates with a finger to his lips in a shushing motion, not wanting his group to ruin his view. He turned back round to the new landlord as she pulled out a blade dangling from her van keys, stabbing the ceiling with light momentum. she twisted it, black shavings fall out like it was snowing. "Damn it," she grumbled, dusting it off her shoulders and stepping down. "Looks like you've got a bad case of dry rot. 'I'll have to replace the whole ceiling." Glen stood in fright, worrying about the cost of such a replacement but stopped as she observed him a petite smile plastered on her cheeks. "don't worry about the money I can see your brain trying to figure out how much it is." She giggled delicately nudging his shoulder as she wandered towards the stairs towards the upper level. "Well, it is kinda my fault." He spoke. "How is wood rot your fault, McReynolds." She asked opening to door to his and Kenny's bedroom. "Oh."

A waterbed. A half-full waterbed. (Y/N) tried her best to hold in her laughter but Mac caught her. He liked seeing her laugh. The faint wrinkles under her nose when she stretched her skin to form a beautiful smile. "don't knock it till you try it miss landlord." She walked towards the cold mattress; she poked it giggling as it jiggled. "No thanks. Can't imagine sleeping on it let alone fucking on it." she laughed, "It would be like fucking on a pool float." Mac joined in on the amusement. He could already feel himself getting comfortable with the smaller female. Her aura was like a beacon of light like colours had been reintroduced to him. "Oh, believe me. It’s heaven." As the laughter died down Glen called out to Kenny hearing him marched up the stairs to join them. "Ready to get moving?" he asked, Glen nodded his head. "I'll try and finish the floor as fast as possible, but it depends on how quickly my dad can get the supplies cross our fingers, tomorrow." The boys nodded making sure she knew it wouldn't be a problem. (Y/N) watched the two guys carry their stuff into the hallway slightly enjoying the view of their clenching muscles and sweaty bodies. "Enjoying the view miss Landlord." Mac joked with a wink. As she lightly blushed, muttering a shut up towards the captain, making him laugh.

As the sun started to set (Y/N) moved her tools inside the house placing them just outside Glen and Kenny's room. "You know (Y/N) you can happily stay the night if it means you get more work done, we definitely don't mind at all." Finn joked as he rested on the windowsill. She rolled her eyes holding back a chuckle as she punched his shoulder. "Fuck off sex pest." She hid her blush from the blonde watching Glen finally finish setting up his base for the next few days. "Hey (Y/N). If you need any help with the house don't hesitate to ask. I'd be happy to lend a hand." The captain followed her down the stairs and to her truck eyeing her up and down one last time. He briefly noticed a small black mark down the side of her inner thigh where the fabric of her shorts pulled away. A tattoo? "I'm a big girl captain, don't need to worry about me. I've been doing houses like this since I was thirteen. This job might be an easy one for me anyway." Glen picked up her bag that sat on the dusty drive placing it on her passenger seat. While doing so, he trapped the girl between her car and his body the blush returning to her cheeks as she smelt his musk. The smell was addicting already. It was clear he had done some sort of exercise that day as his smell was strong of sweat but to her it was irresistible. The rest of his scent was a strong cologne mostly around his chest where her head levelled with his body. "And whys that miss landlord." He asked looking down at her smaller figure. He too was taking in her scent, a hint of vanilla but the main smell was like a sour sweet. Maybe a cherry or strawberry. He couldn't tell just yet. "I'll have some very entertaining tenants to stop me getting bored." He smiled widely loving the sight of her own smile. "You going to sound machine tonight?" she nodded her head following him to the driver’s side not expecting him to open the door for her like a gentleman. "I'll be wearing a pink two-piece, if you decide to come looking for me." Glen couldn't understand this girl. She seemed confident with him but nothing like the confident girls they usually brought back to fuck. From what he witnessed earlier with Finn, she was embarrassed by the innuendos and flirting. But his actions only made her blush and add to his flirtatious comments. "Is that an invitation to come to find you?" he asked shutting her door and leaning on her closed window. "However, you want to interpret it, McReynolds." She whispered swiftly driving away from the house sighing lightly as her heartbeat slowed down finally.

Glen walked back into the house, a big smile under his dark facial hair. He noticed all the guys watching like hawks from the doorway and up to the staircase. "Well, well well, captain." Nesbit laughed the rest of the group moving away and sitting on the sofas beers in hand. "Looks like she likes what she sees." Kenny joked. Glen sat down by his fellow senior a cold beer entering his hands before he could ask for one. "She seems fun," Jake spoke up. "Fun?! She's awesome." Finn argued. Niles sauntered inside the living space placing down the item he had been swinging since the landlord was introduced. "I call dibs. I want a piece of that ass" Jay ordered brushing out his facial hair with a sinister smile, Glen didn't like the look of that smile. "Hold on there, raw dawg, I think she's already chosen our captain." Nes argued making Mac laugh with pride. "she's not some piece of meat for you to hunt Detroit. Coach said to be respectful so do it." Glen stepped closer to the rebellious teammate; an intense stare plastered on his face. "Seriously Niles, don't mess this up for all of us. If we lose this house because of you, you're off the team." He threatened to hear the transfer student huff in disagreement. He didn't know why he was defending the girl he had only just met. Maybe he liked her maybe he just respected her. He couldn't tell.

(Y/N) finally laid down in her bed the teal cover wrapping around her legs, and she held onto the phone she was using. "I'm serious Bev, these guys are hilarious." She spoke clutching a pillow under her chest for support. Beverly, her art friend sighed heavily over the line knowing the group she had just introduced herself to well. "Remember (Y/N) not all of them are good news. That Glen McReynolds, the captain, there are all sorts of rumours about him." (Y/N) blew a raspberry, knowing she was right. There was barely anything good going around about McReynolds. But the dark-haired stallion seemed so nice and fun around her. It was a tough thought for the girl. Was he acting around the guys or was he acting around her? "I'll have to see Bev. I can't deny he is really sexy. I've got to go I’ll speak to you soon." As she hung up the phone, (Y/N) pulled herself up picked up the two-piece garments and headed to the bathroom.

As night fell on the campus, the baseball team sauntered their way into the sound machine. The building was filled with young men and women some drunker than others some hornier than others. The baseball team scattered themselves on the dance floor drawing woman after woman into their dance of lust, but Glen hadn't joined them. McReynolds sat comfortably in a booth with Kenny, but for the first time in a while, there was no girl clinging to him. He sat alone arms resting across the bag of the sofa with Kenny eyeing his sober companion. "Come on Mac what's your deal tonight?" Kenny questioned, taking his shot with no expression as the two girls surrounding him did the same. Glen took his shot, as he surveyed the girls he usually went for circling like vultures. He never realised how many girls he had used over the 3 years of college until now. There were at least four there that night just watching him almost begging him to come over. "I don't know man," he confessed. "Look dude, get your head out of the clouds. (Y/N) is a respectable girl do you really think she'll even give you or any of us a chance? You're a stud. The king of college pussy. And I'm sure she knows all about that, the rumours don't exactly do you any favours." McReynolds downed another shot slamming it down on the coffee table. "I know man. but... I don't know maybe it's time to pack it in. It’s our last two years of college, maybe it's time to grow up." Kenny stared his captain down intensely. Since (Y/N) had stepped out of her van he could tell Mac had almost changed completely without even realising it. he didn't know whether to be happy for his friend or concerned.

Later into the night, groups of people filled the dance floor one particular group of girls including (Y/N). They pushed their way to the bar ordering their shots as they continued their conversation, they had been having all night. "Look (Y/N), I get it he's cute, but if you want something more what's the point? He's just gonna break your heart as soon as you tell him you don't want to have sex." Her friend spoke licking the salt off her hand for a tequila shot. "I don't know. They really don't seem as bad as the rumours say. He was sweet." the young girl picked up her shot necking it back like it was nothing. "It's bullshit honey all bullshit. You deserve more than that."

Finn sat himself down next to Glen finishing his beer in one last gulp. "Eyes on the bar Mac. Your future wife has arrived." He joked. Glen quickly snapped his attention to the bar seeing her suck on a lime her friend had secured between her teeth. "Well...that I definitely didn't expect from her." He was not expecting to see her doing make-out shots. She didn't seem the type of girl to do those sorts of games "Wake up man she's not worth it." Jay mocked collapsing down by Finn. The group rolled their eyes trying too hard to ignore him. "she's just another weirdo. A bitch. She Ain’t gonna give you jack shit. You know from that little show I bet she's a lesbian" Before Jay could continue his rant, Glen got up, making his way over to the girl. "Shut the fuck up, Niles. your just mad she's got her eye on Mac and not you." Finn argued.

She wore a two-piece top and skirt with hot blush and with floral design all over in a lighter shade of pink. Tiny pom poms decorated the top and bottom brushing her thighs. Her enchanting legs were accentuated by a pair of neon orange heels that made her the same height as McReynolds. Her fluffy hair was curled around her face framing it perfectly with the orange liner she had on her lids. "Have a nice evening, miss landlord." He spoke softly leaning on the bar as her friends gasped. He had dressed in a light orange shirt, tight blue jeans and a deep pink belt wrapped around his waist. The group of boys knew he added the pink to match her. "Hello, tenant. Having a good night?" she asked. She ignored her friends whispering behind her focusing all her attention on him. He nodded his head eyeing her up and down as if he didn't that afternoon, the light tattoo markings on her leg were slightly more exposed showing a word. bomb? "No girl tonight, McReynolds?" she asked continuing her assault on the lime in her fingers, the juices trickling down her digits. "Not yet. I had a particular one in mind. She's very smart, extremely cute and currently, is being a tease with that lime in her cute little mouth." She let out a muffled laugh placing the lime down in her empty glass. The same red blush from earlier decorated her cheeks making his smirk wider. "I think you're getting too confident McReynolds. I don't drop my panties for just anyone." She told him sternly. "Well, it's a good job all I want is a dance tonight." She smiled wider looking down at his open hand begging her to take it. "Sure." She took hold of his larger hand; he felt her smooth skin as he place his second hand around her waist. "she's gonna get her heart crushed." Her friends spoke watching the two join the rest of the baseball team on the dance floor.

The team quickly changed their attention from their dance partners to their captain. the smile under his thick dark moustache was the biggest they had seen since college started. He led (Y/N)'s hips swaying side by side as the two laughed and talked above the loud music. "You confuse me." He started wrapping his hands around her waist pulling her closer. "You are completely shy when it comes to the other guys. I mean you completely blew off Finn's joke earlier. but with me you’re fine, you smile try and flirt back." Her hands went up to his neck curling the pieces of hair that brushed his neck in between her fingers. Their hips still danced to the beat of the music, but they slowly started drowning out the music. "I guess I just feel comfortable around you Glen." She confessed. "I'm glad you do." he slowed down their pace pushing her front closer to his own in an attempt to bring the beautiful red colour back. He succeeded. "We have baseball practice in the afternoon Sunday, you should come. I can show you why I was chosen as captain."

The team slowly made their way to their booth expect one. Their captain. Kenny and Finn watched the two, laughing as their friend got deeper and deeper into the trance of love. "he's already whipped." Finn commented. Jay quickly snapped his attention to the two examining their dance of sexual frustration. "Fucking idiot." He muttered. "Jealous much Detroit." Kenny laughed. Jay rolled his eyes necking his drink. "The raw dog doesn't get jealous. Especially when it comes to that frigid bitch." The two older students looked at each other mentally agreeing jay was jealous due to his lack of pussy. "Do you think he has a chance here?" Finn asked. "Oh yeah look at her she's mad for him. it's up to him though."

(Y/N) watched Glen as his hands got tighter around her waist loving the feeling of his larger fingers tracing her body. "Am I going to regret trusting you, Glen?" She asked seriously. "I hope not (Y/N). I really like you." He confessed. Her (E/C) orbs widened at his confession smiling brightly. "Then I'll come to practice. You better get a home run for me." The two laughed continuing their dance. Both feel like they can't let each other go just yet.

Seeing the run-down house made (Y/N) beam. Another day surrounded by surprisingly fun and pleasant baseball players. She was more excited knowing Glen would be there, but she wouldn't let him know how he made her feel just yet. She quickly jumped out of the car and grabbed hold of her favourite tool of all. her very used axe. "Hello, my friend." She joked to herself tying her hair up again and pulling her sleeves up.

"Here comes the landlord," Plummer called the boys all whistling towards Mac who surprisingly was not dressed in lounge clothes and was sat in jeans as a tight grey crop shirt. The boys could tell something had quickly changed about their captain. all night he had been ignoring girls, where he would usually be quick to eye up his next victim for the weekend even when (Y/N) left the bar he carried on ghosting women. His mind seemed to be in another world. They assumed it was their new friend. And they loved it. "Aww, poor Mac. I don't think I've ever seen you so desperate for pussy." Finn joked earning a hard smack from the captain. "Shut up Finnigan. Just trying to make her feel comfortable." Glen could defend himself all he liked but he knew they were right. "You mean comfortable around the stud of campus. Glen heartbreaker McReynolds." He couldn't get the beautiful, independent woman out of his head. He didn't know how he felt. Weak? Vulnerable? Whatever it was he was conflicted about whether he liked it or not. he knew one thing for sure. He liked her. "Sure, you are." Jay groaned marching himself upstairs to his room with a hard slam.

The girl was wearing a short jumpsuit made of blue denim, a tie in the middle pulling her waist in to show off her curves. The top buttons were slightly undone if another button came off her chest would be out. Her chain from yesterday was on and a large axe was swinging in her hands. "Morning gentleman." She smiled leaning the axe on her shoulders. God, she was sexy, Glen thought. He looked down at the tattoo again. Nothing but the bomb word poking through still. "I'm gonna be taking down the ceiling could you guys clear out the kitchen?" the group all agreed quickly getting to work on the task. "Oh, Glen. Have you got another axe by any chance?" Mac suddenly brought his attention back to her. Her eyes twinkled towards him like disco balls. "Yeah, in the garage." He said confused. "Go find it and come give me a hand upstairs." As she left to get started Glen raced towards the garden stopping as Kenny ruffled his hair annoying him. "Get some alone time with her dude!"

(Y/N) slowly ran her axe along her lines on the floor she had made yesterday, showing her where the rot had spread from the wound. She cut lightly into the wood to loosen it up but not enough to send it flying down on the group below just yet. As she finished up, McReynolds finally joined her telling her the kitchen was empty. She took hold of the axe in his hand brushing her fingers along his own. Her skin was slightly rough from her job but still soft, he was starting to like the feeling of her skin. "Take a hit at something other than baseballs, captain." she joked pointing the axe towards a plank of healthy wood. "Okay so this plank hasn't been cut yet there are two pieces currently holding the whole thing in place. when I say three give it the hardest hit you've got." She instructed. She passed the axe back over to the baseball player not expecting him to pull her into his muscular chest. "I don't know about the floor. But ill defiantly be hitting something. Maybe this fine woman leaning on my crotch." He groaned leaning his face into her soft hair. With a big sigh, she pushed herself away rolling her eyes playfully as she tried to hide her blush. "Good luck with that McReynolds, remember what I said last night. I don't drop my panties for just anyone." She spoke swaying over to the other side of the room. "And stop looking at my ass McReynolds focus on the axe. Don't want to lose a finger." The captain laughed through his breath. "No mam." She couldn't tell if she liked this attention. (Y/N) reminded herself of what Beverly had said the night before. The heartbreak, being left alone in bed in the morning. Was it worth it for this guy? She didn't know. But she knew she wanted him in a way she never wanted a guy before.

"Okay, one two, three." The two seniors took a big swing smacking the wood. Nothing "again. One, two, three." Another hard swing. Nothing again. "Leave it," she ordered. Glen rested the axe on his shoulder listening to the sound of cracking wood. "Step back." She grabbed hold of his shirt as the floor slowly sunk to the lower level with a hard bang. It looked like the main kitchen appliances had survived but the dead wood had shattered pretty much everywhere it had room to land. "That was pretty cool." He admitted. "I'd suggest getting takeout tonight." She joked laying her axe by her tool bag. "Can I use the phone I need to call my dad." He nodded his head looking down at the floor in a hunt for the phone cord. He took hold of her hand following the small cord into Beuter's room. "Beuter times up need the phone for work. hurry up." He ordered banging on the door. "What?" she asked her head tilting along with her ponytail. "Beuter hogs the phone to call his girl. Whom we suspect is also his cousin." (Y/N) lightly laughed punching his shoulder at the horrific joke. "Gross." The fresher quickly opened the door holding the phone out with a sorry. (Y/N) quickly picked up the phone thanking Glen as he left her in private. "Hey, Dad!"

The group rested on the sofa eyes locked on the tv screen. Glen laid his body down, his lower stomach exposed from the crop top. Before the guys could continue the show, Billy marched down the stairs carrying bags on his shoulders. "Hey, Beuter, you leaving us already?" Kenny laughed acknowledging the country boy carrying his stuff down the stairs. "Running home to Mama, Perkins?" Billy slammed his bags down on the ground in annoyance. "Come on, y'all, my name Ain't Beuter. Okay, guys? It's Billy Autrey." "Bullshit!" Glen interrupted, "It���s Beuter Perkins until we tell you otherwise. Now, where are you going, BP? You running back to that corn-fed girlfriend of yours already?" Glen joked taking a swig of his beer. "No, sir, I'll be back Sunday for practice." Once the kitchen had finally been cleared out the rest of the group joined in on the bantering. "Well, well, well! Looks like Beuter Perkins is getting laid this weekend. Huh? You finally trading in that phone for the real thing?" Dale laughed. "Shoot, y'all. Man, guys, she says she might be pregnant." As the words left his mouth (Y/N) stood behind him. her signature blush all over her cheeks and nose. "I came in at the wrong time." She muttered earning a smile from the captain.

She placed the phone on the coffee table thanking Glen for letting her use it. The captain swung his legs around allowing her a place on the sofa. As she sat down, he passed her a beer and swung his legs to the rest of her soft thighs with a wink. Her cheeks flushed with more colour at his move making him laugh under his breath. He already loved the colour her cheeks went from his actions towards her. "Yeah, man, that's what she says." Billy continued the conversation. "How late is she?" Jake asked. "She's a day late." The jeering quickly started confusing the poor country bumpkin. (Y/N) Heavily sighed a typical boy who had no idea how periods work. "Are you shittin' me Beuter? She's one day late on her period, and she's giving you shit?" Plummer groaned. "Billy. You're a dumbass." (Y/N) added making the guys laugh. "Even (Y/N) knows what's up. Listen, dude, she's just testing you to gauge your response. Are you the guy who says, "Don’t worry, I'll pay for the abortion," or do you start talking about marriage, which is what she's hoping for? Either way though, at this point, you're fucked. Give up Beuter Perkins." Glen leant up slightly shuffling (Y/N) closer to him. The warmth of his body radiated off him onto her. " No trust me, man, she's not fucking pregnant, all right? We've all been through shit like this. Except for Nes, of course, 'cause he's still a virgin. Look, she's just taking your little chicken-fried nuts and she's running them through the wringer, okay?" (Y/N) nodded her head calming Billy down knowing a girl agreed with what McReynolds was saying to him. "She's just giving you shit for it because you left her back on the farm with all the other little pigs you used to fuck." The laughter erupted in the room at the thought (Y/N) included covering her mouth trying not to snort from the strength of her laughter. "I Ain't never put it in a pig! What do I say to her if she is? (Y/N) what would you want to hear?"

The girl quickly stopped laughing embarrassed by the boy’s question. "God, I don't know I've never had to worry about that." She spoke leaning up to get her beer from the coffee table. "I don't believe that for a second." Finn laughed, "You’re extremely hot, funny and have a good laugh. Guys must be lining up for you." As she finished her swig of beverage, she shook her head. "I've only been with one guy, and he was shit and the last two times I've slept with someone were with girls." Each boy's eyes blew up in shock the night before was enough for their fantasies to run wild with the way she kissed her friend for the lime trapped in her mouth. But knowing she's been with a woman the way they had was extremely sexy to them. Especially Glen. "Just take responsibility for it. let her know you know it's not entirely her fault. At the end of the day, it's not up to you what she decides. You can't stop her from keeping it or getting rid of it. it's not your body." Billy quickly snapped out of his fantasy nodding his head at her order. "Seriously (Y/N) you've never had a little slip-up," Kenny asked genuinely curious. Glen could feel the heat from her nervousness. "God no!"

"Stop embarrassing her," Mac ordered interrupting any more questions towards the girl. "School hasn't even started yet and you're well on your way to the official freshman numb-nut of the year award." He continued pointing towards Billy. Before the group could continue the conversation a honk from a van stopped them. "Shit. I forgot" She muttered jumping up forgetting about glens legs resting on her. "that's my dad." she jumped out the door towards the new van parked up by hers. A fairly large man stepped man close to retirement age. The boys quickly sorted themselves out intimidated by his large strong build.

"Hi, daddy!" (Y/N) shouted as he started spinning her around in a crushing hug. "Hey, pumpkin." His voice was extremely strong and rough spooking the group of boys. Glen quickly pulled out his acting skills making himself look more gentlemanly than he was. "Boys! Make yourself useful and grab some planks." McReynolds ordered watching her dad unlock his pickup. They instantly sprung up taking their fair share of the material and taking it upstairs. "Good man, I'm guessing you're the captain of this 'team'." He air quotes confusing Glen looking down at (Y/N) for an explanation. "Dad stop." She spoke, "You’re scaring them." (Y/N) stood herself by Glen making him smile at the smell of her perfume. Sweet with a hint of mint.

Glen stuck his hand out towards the large man trying hard to not show how intimidated he was. "Glen McReynolds sir. "If he thought (Y/N)'s grip was strong, her dad's was ten times stronger. If he wanted to, he could break the college senior's arm. "Finally, someone with the balls to talk to me without pissing themselves. Brian (S/N)." (Y/N) quickly pulled Brian away lightly touching Mac's hand as she did. "Please stop scaring them, Dad. I promise they have been nothing but welcoming." She spoke softly obviously calming her protective parent. "We appreciate what your daughter is doing for us and for letting us live here sir." The older gentleman laughed through his nose looking Mac up and down as (Y/N) walked back into the house, her hips swaying as she took each step. "So...judging by your staring McReynolds, eyeing my little girl like some prize. You've already smitten with her" Glen's palms suddenly felt sweaty. "I can't deny sir, she's probably the most beautiful girl I've ever met. But unless she instigates anything I have no intention of pursuing it." Brian's intense eyes didn't budge from his green orbs. He sighed heavily shaking his head. "Get your boys out here." He ordered.

One by one the boys lined up almost like soldiers in the war shaking from fear. How could such a fun, happy girl come from the balls of such an intimidating, terrifying man? "I'm only gonna say this once boys." He growled pointing his scared fingers at each boy as they gulped. "If my daughter comes home pregnant by one of you sad sacks. I won't hesitate to put a bullet in your empty skulls. I don't care what you think you can pursue here but without my permission, it Ain’t gonna end up being anything." The group quickly nodded their heads with force almost in sync, Glen recognising her father used his own words against him. "Okay Dad I think it's time you go!" as (Y/N) finally joined them outside, she grabbed hold of her dad's arm pulling him back towards his van.

The morning had gone quickly for (Y/N). The planks of woods the boys, fearfully brought in for her had all been set in place and the overworked girl wiped the sweat off her forehead. The boys had decided to take their fun outside hoping to keep out of her way until she needed help. "I'll bet you 10 bucks." Glen and Nesbit had once again set themselves up with a bet, involving an axe and a baseball. "Ten bucks?" Glen questioned taking a swig of his beer. "Yeah. Ten bucks." He picked up the axe tapping the blade along his trainer. "You wanna go... That's steep for you. Best out of three. So, I gotta get two?" the captain started walking back keeping his distance for a good swing. "Yeah, Mac, two." As he readied his axe exposing more of his toned stomach, (Y/N) walked outside wiping her wet face with a towel. Glen watched her intensely; the droplets of sweat made her (S/C) skin shine like liquid gold. "Oh, man. I mean, this is gonna be fun." He snapped himself out of his trance focusing on his teammate. "This is gonna be very fun, Nesbit." He smirked. To him, it was his chance to impress the girl he was drooling over.

"Come on. Come on, Mr Axe. Strong Man." Nesbit grabbed hold of a baseball swinging his arm in preparation. "Anytime," Glen spoke aiming the axe above his neck. Nes’s hand finally left the ball. It moved quickly towards Mac, but he didn't seem fazed by the speed. He swung the axe just as (Y/N) focused on the bet in motion. The ball quickly split into two, almost perfectly in half. "Fuck. I don't believe what I just fucking saw." Brumley looked down at the fallen pieces in shock. "You know how strong you'd have to be to do that?" Kenny replied. (Y/N) picked up the closest piece to her looking at each layer to the ball not realising Glen had joined her with the other piece. He slowly laced his hand with her own placing the second piece in hers. She quickly looked up towards him, his forest green eyes looking deep into her own (E/C) ones. For a split second, he thought she looked down at his lips but brushed it off as a change in the light. Before anything else could be attempted from the baseball player, (Y/N) snapped from their staring contest being alerted to a voice calling to her. "Hey (Y/N) could I borrow you for a sec," Jake asked, the (H/C) haired woman followed the freshman placing both slices of the ball into her pockets. Glen has left in the middle of the path an annoyed expression slapped on his face. "Damn bro, you were eye fucking her." Nesbit chuckled slapping his captain on the back. "Fucking pitcher's gonna get it when she leaves." He groaned.

Jake and (Y/N) sat down in Willoughby's van drinking the beers they had picked up on the way. "Do you know the auburn-haired girl in 307 I think she does drama or something creative?" he asked. "Beverly? Yes, why?" The freshman took a long gulp of beer before continuing. "I want to get to know her, but I don't want to come off as creepy you know?" the landlord sighed heavily drinking her drink thinking. "Well, she's a performing arts student so something creative would work." The two were silent for a moment listening to the groups enjoying the evening sun. As they did Glen looked over watching her lick her lips tasting beer. He listened in on their conversation. He knew he shouldn't be, but he was jealous. He wanted her attention. He wanted to talk to her. "I've got it. since you know where she lives... creep. Draft a poem on a piece of paper with your number on it. tape it to her door with some flowers on it. not a full bouquet just some light flowers like daisies or something. a sweet gesture without looking like a creepy secret stalker." Jake nodded his head taking the idea into mind before smiling heavily. "That sounds perfect. Thanks. I'm guessing you would want that for yourself." She shook her head lightly finishing her bottle.

"I'm not sure what I want to be honest. I've only ever dated one guy and he cheated and the girl I was sleeping with was more of a friend-with-benefits thing rather than a relationship. shows how much I know about this stuff." She placed her beer down on the grass under the van as Glen stepped closer to listen in. "what happened if you don't mind me asking." Jake looked up towards his captain realising he was eavesdropping and smiled. "He wanted sex almost every night it got too much. So, when he couldn't get it from me, he got it from someone else. I woke up one morning with a note calling me a prude and he started fucking a cheerleader. that was in freshman year." Jake's eyes blew up at the store, and Mac's as well. It explained a lot about her like her cheeks blushing at the conversation with Perkins or calling Finn a sex pest. But it didn't make sense to him why she was happy to be around him, knowing his reputation. "Damn that's fucking awful." He huffed and finished his drink as well. "What do you think of McReynolds? He seems to like you a lot." The pitcher turned towards Glen with a light wink. "I don't know. he's cute and very attractive. but I want something more than just a good fuck and an empty bed when I wake up. you guys don't exactly have a reputation for romance and faithfulness" Jake nodded his head in agreement twisting his body to face McReynolds. Maybe it was time to pack in the bachelor reputation like he had suggested to the boys last night. He never realised how much damage it was doing until now. He couldn't deny it was nice getting girls anywhere he went but now. It was finally coming to bite him in the ass.

"Just call her Mac, invite to her join us tonight." Jake had decided to help out (Y/N) as thanks for helping him. McReynolds wasn't exactly the man she wanted but he could sure try to be. The romance didn't come easy to him, opting out of the sex-first romance-later approach. "What would I fucking say, freshman. 'Hey (Y/N) I fucking like you. wanna join me tonight so I can show you I can be a man and give up the bachelor life." The captain mocked himself holding a handphone to his ear as he got ready for the sound machine. "Almost, just be honest. 'Hey (Y/N) I really like you and want to take you out tonight'." Glen rolled his eyes necking the last bottle before putting his cologne on and rubbing it into his hairy chest. "What are you doing?" he asked watching Tyrone rub the liquid onto his neck like perfume. "Putting it on." He muttered. "First time wearing cologne? Get it on there, man. Get it under your arms and on your chest. Don't just put it on your neck. Come on." Jake rolled his eyes towards the senior, ignoring his blatant attempt to hide his nervousness with smugness. "Trying to help you out, and you're gonna question me? Jesus. I'm telling you, man, chicks dig this shit. All right? Now you can come back here and do the five-knuckle shuffle all night if you want to. I don't really care." Before Glen left the room Jake pulled him back lightly earning a hard glare. "And that's why she won't think you’re serious about being with her Mac. She wants loyalty, a partner not a fuck buddy."

Glen marched himself back up to his room grabbing hold of the phone that had finally had a break from Beuter's constant use. He dialled her number left by the coach, praying for some sort of confidence boost. "Hello?" her angelic voice entered his ear drum pushing his smile upwards. "Good evening miss landlord." He smiled hearing her light laugh back. "Well, hello to you tenant." She giggled. "I know it’s short notice, but I want to hang out with you tonight. The boys are all going to the sound machine wanna join? I can get you so you're not walking up alone in the dark." He tried so hard to be as emotional as possible hoping the idea of his worry about her walking alone would help his case. "Like a date?" she questioned. "If that's okay with you?" he stuttered. Fuck he stuttered. "I'd like that, Glen." She smiled twirling the phone cord between her fingers. "Cool. I'll get to you at eight. Wear something cream." She bit her lips lightly agreeing and hanging up the phone before squealing into her pillow with excitement.

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[strawwritesfic]

Ryohei Sasagawa x Female!Reader: Cootie Catcher [Ch. 3]

Summary: You liked it better in the old days, when boys had cooties and didn’t talk to you.

Challenge: “What to do, oh, What to do?” by crimsonxtearx5 on Lunaescence Archives.

Ratings/Warnings/Tags: T (Friends to lovers; idiots to lovers; childhood friends; happily blended family; embarrassing parents; civilian!reader; bookworm!reader; opposites attract; Namimori Middle School; TYB!KHR Cast; no honorifics; boxing club; tutoring; Seven Minutes in Heaven; birthday party; mild language)

Relationships: Ryohei Sasagawa/Reader; Original Character/Original Character; Kyoko Sasagawa & Reader; Ryohei Sasgawa & Kyoko Sasgawa; Tsuna Sawada & Hayato Gokudera & Takeshi Yamamoto; Hibari Kyoya & Reader; Hibrari Kyoya & Ryohei Sasagawa; Kyoko Sasagawa/Tsuna Sawada/Haru Miura

Tag List: @imaginesfire

Master List

Chapter 3: Should Have Lost the Invitation

As you walked up the familiar path that led to the Sasagawa house, butterflies nipped your insides. They did not seem to care how many times you’d been to visit Ryohei over the course of your lifetime. Merely pressing the doorbell sent them into such a frenzy that you nearly turned around and sprinted away. You planted your feet in an effort to resist the temptation. Did you really want to ruin Ryohei’s birthday party over something like random nausea? Thankfully, you were able to fix a smile on your face before anyone came to let you inside.

“[Name]! You made it!” said the person that did, a younger girl with honey-colored hair, matching eyes, and a smile as bright as her older brother’s.

“Hi, Kyoko,” you said as she stepped aside to let you cross the threshold. “How are you?”

“I’m fantastic! And Big Brother will be so glad that you came.”

She waited until you had taken your shoes off, then gestured for you to follow her down the hallway. You did.

“Did he really think I’d miss his party?”

“He just said you’ve been extremely busy lately. Something about Hibari roping you into after-school tutoring? I think Tsuna said the same thing.”

“Well, yeah, but I wouldn’t prioritize Hibari over Ryohei.”

Kyoko peeked over her shoulder at you, then smiled at you in such a way that suggested she knew exactly what you were thinking about. You hoped she didn’t. “Big Brother knows that.”

The butterflies bit harder. In the hopes of hiding your reaction to this, you pulled the gift bag you’d brought along high enough to hide your burning cheeks behind the tissue paper. Thankfully, you were spared thinking of a natural segue to this statement by the sound of loud conversation coming from a nearby room. This startled you enough to get you to lower your shield. In previous years, Ryohei’s parties had included you, his sister, and his parents, but you heard a lot more voices than that in the roar.

“Big Brother! [Name] is here!” Kyoko called.

You caught only a quick glimpse of the Sasagawas’ living room and the many underclassmen inside it before your vision got blocked by a very large, very bright grin.

“[Name]! You made it!”

You would have recognized that delighted roar anywhere, but you were given no time to respond to it. Ryohei’s well-defined arms (what were you thinking?!) wrapped around you, squeezed, and lifted you into the air.

“Ry-Ryohei!” you stuttered.

Yes, stuttered. First the nerves, now this? Something had to be seriously wrong with you. Or maybe, you mused with your face smashed into your friend’s chest, something was wrong with him. Yes. That had to be it. All the weird things you’d been feeling lately were Ryohei’s fault. And continuing to let him hug you like this would only make things worse.

“Can you put me back on the ground, please?” you asked in a muffled voice.

“Oh!” You found yourself back on your own two feet in a flash. “Sorry.

“It’s fine. Happy birthday, Ryohei.”

Your second attempt to hide behind your slightly-crushed bag did not succeed as well as your first. Ryohei took it from you with a loud “Thanks,” then dropped it into a nearby pile of similarly-festive boxes and gift bags. Now you were even more exposed in front of a group of people you didn’t know—well, mostly.

“Hey, senpai! I didn’t know you and Ryohei were friends,” said the tallest of the bunch. Of course. Even your tutoring students had to see you in such an embarrassing embrace.

And it didn’t end there. Ryohei threw one arm around your shoulder, and used his other to give you a noogie. Since you couldn’t wiggle out of his grasp without looking even dumber than you already did, you had to grin and bear it as he said, “[Name] is my best friend to the extreme!”

“Hello, Yamamoto,” you said. “Did you finish your homework?”

“Sure thing! I’m doing much better now. I just have to remember to pay attention!”

“[Name]’s extremely good at classwork!” Ryohei put in.

“I can tell!”

“Sawada!” Ryohei barked at a second familiar boy. “This is [F Name] [L Name]!”

“I know.” Somehow, Sawada looked about as uncomfortable as you felt. “She tutors me, too.”

“And you’re doing your homework as well, Sawada?” you asked weakly.

The question only seemed to make the boy more miserable. “Reborn would literally kill me if I didn’t.”

Who? “Okay. Good.”

“Haru is here, too!” The dark-haired girl sitting next to Tsuna waved at you. At least you knew her from somewhere other than Hibari’s required tutoring sessions. But why had all of Kyoko’s friends turned up for Ryohei’s birthday party?

“So we all know each other!” Ryohei shouted.

“I’ve never been to after-school tutoring in my life,” snapped the last boy in the room, this one with long silver hair. This was true, but you thought you knew him by reputation.

Ryohei finally stopped clamping you to his side so that he could brush away the other boy’s concern. “Yeah, well, you heard her name.”

“And that’s supposed to count as an introduction?”

"If it matters that much to you, introduce yourself!”

“I never said it mattered to me.”

“Fine. [Name]. this idiot is Hayato Gokudera. You can just call him Octopus Head.”

“Hey!”

“Pleased to meet you, Gokudera," you said.

“Whatever.” Gokudera didn’t spare you another glance. Glaring at Ryohei, he downed another mouthful of soda. “This is a pretty shitty party, Turf Top. What do you expect us to do? Talk to each other?”

“Haru and I made cake,” Kyoko offered.

This did not appear to impress Gokudera in the slightest. “Cake. Wow. Since there’s no sushi, I can only call this the second shittiest party I’ve been to.”

“Oh, Haru loved the party at Takesushi!” said Haru.

“No one asked you!”

As the two of them quarreled (which must have been a common occurrence, because no one else paid the argument much attention), you watched Ryohei. His expression grew darker and darker and darker—until he punched the air with a triumphant whoop.

“I’ve got it! We’ll play some extreme party games!” he said.

Gokudera and Haru fell silent. Neither they nor anyone else spoke until the first said impatiently:

“Games like what?”

That stopped Ryohei’s enthusiasm cold.

“Oh! Oh! Haru knows!” Once she had everyone’s attention, she blushed, looked down, and pressed her fingers into her pink cheeks, “We should all play Seven Minute in Heaven.”

Again, Gokudera broke the stunned silence: “That’s stupid!”

Haru slapped her hands onto her legs and glowered at him. “It is not!”

“And just who are we all supposed to get in a closet with? I’m sure as hell not getting in a closet with you!”

“Haru didn’t want to get in a closet with you anyway!”

“You only came up with this batshit idea because you want an excuse to kiss the Tenth!”

“Well, so do you!”

“Hold it!” Ryohei stepped between them before they could come to blows. He looked back and forth between them, then said: “What’s Seven Minutes in Heaven?”

“Tell me you’re not that stupid,” Gokudera said.

Stupidity had nothing to do with it, at least on Ryohei’s part. You, on the other hand, felt stupid standing there mutely. Surely you could do something to salvage this situation! But your voice had left you. Seven Minutes in Heaven wasn’t a game you played at the parties you went to, which were, obviously, the same parties Ryohei attended. The thought of being shoved in a closet with any of those present sent a cold sweat across your skin. The thought of being shoved in a closet with him made you feel even worse.

“Well, Big Brother,” Kyoko spoke up when no one else did, “each person pairs up with someone else, and then they get in a closet for seven minutes so they can—”

“It’s an adventure in a closet?” Ryohei asked.

“Sort of, but—”

“Let’s do it!”

“Are you kidding me?” said Gokudera.

“Sounds fun!” Yamamoto said.

“Let’s not! Let’s definitely not!” Sawada said.

But it was too late. When Ryohei’s eyes started flaming like that, you knew you couldn’t talk him out of whatever he’d got it in his head to do. He didn’t acknowledge Sawada or Gokudera’s protests. “Who goes first?”

“I think you should go first,” Yamamoto said. “It’s your party, after all.”

“Sounds fair!”

Ryohei threw himself in the direction of the nearby door. His bandaged fingers wrapped around the knob, but he didn’t get to open the closet before Gokudera said:

“Did you forget something, Turf Top? How about the person you’re taking with you on your ‘closet adventure’?” he added when Ryohei only stared at him blankly.

“Oh! Right! [Name], let’s go!”

“Wh-what? Me?”

“Yes, you!”

“But—what about—” Though you looked wildly around the room, you found no one else suitable for shoving into a closet with Ryohei in your place. Kyoko was related to him for goodness’ sake, and almost every other guest was male. That left Haru, who you could already see giving furtive glances in Sawada’s direction even as he eagerly eyed Kyoko. Defeated, you sighed. “Okay.”

He wrenched the door open to reveal the closet’s dark interior. “Come on! We’re wasting time!”

You kept your eyes on your feet as you hurried inside. Ryohei threw himself in after you. Just as he pulled the door shut you heard Gokudera’s mocking voice call out:

“Have fun!”

And then everything went black. On the bright side, this meant Ryohei wouldn’t be able to see your face, which was surely blazing by then. You blinked as you waited for your pupils to dilate. Only by grasping blindly in front of you did you find a space on the wall not taken up by dusty boxes and the Sasagawas’ winter coats.

“Isn’t this extremely fun?”

You jumped at feeling Ryohei’s whispered voice on the back of your neck.

“Sorry,” he said, and this time he sounded like he meant it.

“That’s—That’s all right. I just didn’t see you.”

“That’s the point, I think. We’re supposed to have extreme spelunking adventure!” He pushed past you to the very back of the closet. “I don’t know how we’re supposed to explore such an extremely small space for seven minutes, though.”

At least he wasn’t trying to kiss you. Nothing more embarrassing could have occurred. You pushed a few articles of clothing aside and joined him. In the very small amount of light creeping in from the crack beneath the door, you could see nothing but a white-painted wall.

“Maybe we’ll find a lamppost?” you suggested.

“What? Why would there be a lamppost in my closet?”

“Never mind.”

“Oh.” He dropped the sleeve of the coat he’d been holding and looked away from you. “Right.”

You frowned at this uncharacteristic behavior. “Ryohei? What’s the matter?”

For a moment, Ryohei didn’t speak. He rubbed the back of his head and purposely avoided your eyes. Then he said, “Name, do you think I’m stupid?”

“What?”

Of all the things you might have guessed would come out of his mouth, that question came entirely out of left field. You opened your own to assure him that you didn’t think anything of the kind—but at that very moment, the door opened. So startled were you that you leaped away from Ryohei before the light from the sitting room had the chance to reach your socks.

“Times up!” Yamamoto said as he peered inside. “Did you guys have fun?”

“Extremely!”

Ryohei strode confidently out of the confines of the closet. You, however, crept after him while trying to make yourself look as small as possible. Maybe no one would ask anything else if they forgot you were there. But you had no such luck.

“What did you get up to in there?” Gokudera asked sarcastically.

“We looked for lampposts! We didn’t find any, though.”

“Why would you be looking for lampposts?” Haru wanted to know. “That’s not how you play Seven Minutes in Heaven. You’re supposed to—”

“I have to go.”

The words tumbled from your lips. They had to, or you would never have had the courage to say them. But you knew for a fact you didn’t have the courage to stay where you were while the rest of Ryohei’s friends explained the concept of Seven Minutes in Heaven to your him. You made a break for the hallway as soon as you'd said it, but not quickly enough to keep from seeing him look at you with obvious dismay.

“What? You’re leaving already?”

“We haven’t even had cake yet,” said Kyoko.

“I know. I’m sorry. I just—I promised my mom I wouldn’t stay too long,” you said. They knew you were lying. How could they not? It was the most obvious lie in the world. “I’m sorry,” you said again.

“[Name]? Are you okay?” Ryohei asked.

“Fine!” You answered shrilly. “But I really, really have to go. Happy birthday, Ryohei!”

You turned and ran from the room, shoved your shoes on your feet, and opened the front door. Just as you stepped outside, you heard one last exchange between Ryohei and Gokudera:

“She looked extremely upset!”

“Moron. You were supposed to kiss her.”

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[dorkwithfeelings]

Hello ! :)

Could I request for The Quarry, a Max x reader please ?<3 How he would react to a witchy reader (the reader owns stones, tarot cards, etc...) ? Thank youuu and have a good day <3

Ahh, this request was super cute! Wasn't quite sure where to take it, so I did this lil bedroom reveal 😂 Max is pretty open minded, so he definitely doesn't mind as much as reader thought it would. I hope you enjoy reading 😊

Title: Hidden Side (I really suck at titles)

Pairing: Max Brinly x Reader

Genre: Pretty much softness and fluff!

Word Count: 752

Warnings: None!

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If there were one definitive way to describe Max Brinly, it would most likely be something like kind and considerate. This guy was always really conscious of your feelings, doing his best to never hurt them in any kind of way. This was part of the reason you ended up catching feelings for him in the first place. Acceptance was, for sure, something he was good at.

However true that may be, there was one side of yourself you were a little nervous to introduce. See, you'd always had an affinity for nature, the moon and more so, for crystals. Your way of thinking was perhaps a little more spiritual than most of the other people you'd met. Max had yet to step foot in your bedroom, which was where this side of you could not be hidden. Tapestries of the moon in all phases hung on your wall, dream catchers above your bed, crystals and geodes all displayed together on your vanity table. It would probably be a lot for someone to take in, but if Max was going to be with you, then he at least deserved to know all sides of you.

So, to take the big step, you invited him over for dinner at your place. He'd already met your parents, so your mom was more than happy to make enough food for an extra plate. The doorbell rang just as you came downstairs, getting a text from Max a moment prior saying he was almost outside. Reaching for the handle, you opened the door, Max smiling his goofy smile before leaning in. Like the sensible guy he was, he opted for a gentle on the cheek kiss. Your parents were around, after all.

"Hey," he greeted softly against your cheek, making you smile.

"Hey, come on in." You stepped aside to make way for Max, he entered and slipped his shoes off, leaving them by the door. 

"So, what's the occasion?" He asked after a moment, turning back to look at you. 

Here came the nerve-wracking part. But, you had to suck it up and get over your nerves. 

"Remember how I freaked out about you going in my room, last time you came for dinner?" You chose the direct approach, trying to read Max's face. It being pretty clear he was trying to recall the moment in question, eyes squinting before his brain clearly clicked.

"Yeah. Yep, I remember you got all jittery and blocked the door before I could open it." Max grinned a bit as he spoke. "Your face got super red and I was worried your head would explode," he added.

Pulling a snarky face, you turned Max around and directed him up the stairs. "Well, today's the day you find out why I acted that way."

"Ooh, exciting. What is it, animals heads in jars? A weird shrine?" Max went off, earning a jab in the back from you.

"Just keep walking, mister," you insisted and pushed him through the open door to your bedroom, stopping on the other side of the doorway.

Oh boy, Max was already dead silent. You stepped out from behind him to instead stand next to him, eyes fixed on his expression. 

"It's not really a big deal, I guess. I was maybe being a little stupid when I wouldn't let you in here…" trailing off, you watched Max's eyes fix on the deck of tarot cards on your nightstand. 

"Can you do tarot readings?" He asked, approaching your bed and sitting down. 

"Yeah…?" You replied slowly, surprised by Max's lack of reaction. "You want me to do one for you?" Joining him on the bed, you sat beside him and grabbed the deck of cards. "I was expecting you to be weirded out, at least a little bit."

"Why?" Max's brows knitted together as he asked. "I mean, alright I'm a little surprised, wondering how you hid this side so well. But there's nothing wrong with liking this stuff, just means you're in touch with a more spiritual side."

And that right there, was the whole reason you fell for Max in the first place. His ability to see the things you thought most other people found ridiculous. Why on earth had you even doubted him? 

Leaning forward, you puckered your lips and pressed a kiss to his cheek, smiling after you pulled back. "I knew I hit the jackpot with you." 

Max grinned. "Of course you did, I'm amazing."

"Alright, alright, mister amazing. Let's read your tarot."

#the quarry #supermassive games #max brinly #max the quarry #the quarry max #max brinly x reader #max x reader

[onthecourtbugs]

Silver Airways

Pairing: Jason Silver x Reader

A/N: I was stuck at the airport for the second day in a row cuz the plane engine needed to be fixed. I made this to keep myself from combusting and I don’t wanna edit so beware.

Summary: At the airport with bored hubby Jason.

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If you’re the type to want to get checked in and through customs early, you’ll want to be prepared when waiting at the departure gate with this man.

Bring snacks and buy drinks cuz he gone be complaining bout being hungry. Trust me. 

You don’t wanna hear it.

He can only text in the Jabberwocks’ group chat, The Den, for so long before they eventually ditch him for whatever they’re doing and he becomes bored.

Music doesn’t last long.

Games keep his attention for a little while, but it’s not long before his mind wanders again. He’s sick of entertaining himself. He wants to mess with somebody.

And by somebody? 

I mean you.

Don’t think that you’re gonna sit there and read a book, or get lost in your daydreams, or be on the phone with somebody while he just sits there.

-snatches your book- “Whatchu reading? Mann, why you reading this boring stuff?”

-leans over in your space- “Aye. Aye.” (Whispering loud as hell too 💀) “I know that face, whatchu thinking bout?”

-butts into your conversation- “First of all, you were the last one to leave the kitchen so you left the water on.”

You give him your hand to talk to and turn your body away. “Stay in your business, thanks.”

“I’m IN my business, you talking bout ME!!!”

“Shut UP. Why are you so loud?!”

If Jason can’t find somebody to talk to he is going to be bothering you the entire time and he doesn’t care if you yell at him because he’s getting attention. 

As far as he’s concerned, arguments are better than just sitting there doing nothing with nobody to play with but himself.

Lord forbid you run into your ex while in there tho💀

——-

THAT’LL give him something to do.

“Why you looking like that? Who that is?”

“Nobody,” you roll your eyes. “Just my ex.”

If he’s a more passive guy, Jason is going to forget about you and antagonize him instead. And to be honest? You low-key torn between laughing and feeling sorry for the man.

Jason snatching his book now. “What YOU reading?” He sucks his teeth at the title. “Mannn yo stuff boring too.” -tosses it back into his lap-

Jason butting in his phone conversation. “The girl keep telling you later? Damn, she don’t want you then.”

Your ex leans back to give you an exasperated look but Jason leans back too, blocking him. 

“Whatchu trying to look at her for? She don’t want you either!”

That was the last straw. Homie got up expeditiously and pulled his luggage to the seats across. You didn’t know whether to laugh or tell Jason to cut it out.

You should have told him to cut it out cuz Jason was not done with him. He started up that loud whispering again, leaning over the aisle. “Aye. Aye man, I’m just saying. If you stop reading them boring “catch the rice” books you might start getting some!”

You paused and squinted your eyes. Catch the Rice? What kind of book was…

When you caught it, your eyes widened and you burst out laughing.

“Jason it’s THE CATCHER IN THE RYE!! You get on my last NERVE!”

Jason didn’t get what was funny but he was glad you were finally paying attention to him. Your old Edmund Tipton looking ex wasn’t no fun.

Oh, shoot. Now he’s back to bothering you 😂

——-

It’s not so amusing if your ex is just awful but at the same time what was he gonna do, really?

Jason will stomp that man into a pancake if he tries anything in that airport.

“Why you looking like that? Who that is?”

“Nobody,” you sink in your chair, hiding your face with the book as your former boyfriend passes. “Just… nobody…”

He squints down at you. “You hiding from nobody?”

He doesn’t recognize this man from anywhere, but he can see that you’re very uncomfortable.

Jason don’t like that.

Instantly hauls you into his lap.

He doesn’t put you down either, even though you protest, which draws the attention of your ex, who recognized your voice.

Not that he was gonna do anything. Jason’s overwhelming size and hostile expression was enough to make anyone think twice about going over there. 

When you went to pee, Jason reclined back in his seat and stared at your ex. Daring him to move in your direction. Daring him to breathe.

Jason Silver played no games when it came to protecting his Missus, and when you came back it was right back into the lap for you.

Either way, you cannot WAIT to get on the plane already, going home from vacation was way harder than it needed to be!

#courtsidewith #courtsidewithjs #jason silver #knb jason #jason silver x reader #knb

[thediaryofcrowmartin]

Tummy kisses

Pairing: Catcher Block x Fem(?)Reader

Warnings: Rot your teeth fluff, and probably OOC Catch. And Sad boy Catch hours

A/N: For my friend @mcgreggy, who requested this <3 (And yes, I did purposely use the towel scene gif for you) Anyways I just ran my shit through an editing software and called it good

Catcher Block was never one to admit he was having a bad week; he was too proud for that, but you always knew.

That’s how it all started, after all, with him having a bad week.

It was an accident; you were delivering papers to his office and happened to have the misfortune of walking in on him after he had gotten out of the shower. In that moment, you were rather thankful; he seemed too sad to be his usual flirty self.

It was an awkward exchange, with murmured explanations and apologies. And then he gave you the puppy eyes, which nearly caused you to fall over. You’d seen him give those eyes to countless women, but it was always different with you. They were sincere.

And that’s when the habit started, all because he asked. You never thought he’d have such a soft spot for being kissed on his stomach, yet here you were, every so often when you two spent your nights together, trailing your lips up his stomach, paying attention to each and every freckle, making sure to nip and suck at his sensitive spots until you reached his lips before you worked your way back down.

Tonight was no different; you were drinking at his place, the television playing some cheesy movie in the background. The lights were off because you two preferred each other's company in the dark. The light from the television gave Catch an angelic glow as he sipped his drink.

You sensed he was having a bad week; it was always easy to tell, so you gave him the glance you always used when you wanted to give him kisses.

He didn’t notice at first, so you nudged his leg with your stockinged foot, and then he turned to look at you. Before he could say anything, you gave him the little pout face you used.

“You want to kiss my stomach?” Catch asks, putting his free hand on your knee. “You seem stressed." You answer.

"Oh, come on, baby, I’m not stressed.” He scoffs, rolling his eyes. “Please Catch, please!” You plead with him, giving him the look again, emphasizing the pouty lip and puppy eyes.

You grin as he stands up with an exasperated sigh, and starts unbuttoning his shirt. “Yay!” you cheer as he shrugs his shirt onto the floor. “Well, stand up." He mumbles, and you immediately leap up so he can lie down.

Once he’s comfortable, you lift the skirt of your dress and straddle his lap, causing the both of you to blush.

You lean down and begin to plant soft kisses just below his belly button, and you work your way up.

You pay extra attention to the freckles adorning his stomach, knowing how much he loves that. Your lips find his sides, and you look up at him through heavy eyelids before you begin to nip and suck, eliciting breathy moans from him.

Slowly, you make your way to his neck, leaving marks in your wake. Finally, you reach his lips and give him a deep kiss, and Catcher wastes no time kissing you back. You cup his face, and he puts his hand on your cheek in return. Eventually,  you pull away for air. You’re both panting and smiling.

“I think I know what I want to do tonight." Catch whispers, “Yeah, and what's that?” You ask, knowing exactly what his answer will be.

“You, darling”

#ewan mcgregor #Down with love 2003 #Catcher Block

[annwayne]

The Red Logs: Return to the Temple Ch. 17

Chapter 17: Another Life

Last Chapter <- -> Next Chapter

Fem!OC X Crosshair

Word Count: 2297

Fic Summary:

There are benefits to owning a clone bar. Underworld lords don’t threaten you to pay for protection. Clones are great company. And the drinks taste great. However, there are also risks to owning a clone bar. Like, for example, becoming the fuck buddy of a special clone task force member so your life gets threatened when a Separatist puts out a bounty for your capture in order to use you as blackmail. Also your sleep schedule gets wrecked. But Anya Tougt is a little more capable than an average bar owner.

Ao3 Link Here

Warnings apply to whole fic:

Canon typical violence, descriptions of panic attacks, alcohol, swearing, 18+ themes (eventual smut), trauma, religious trauma parallels, mild gore

Authors Note:

What is pacing? We don't know about pacing. Sorry lol.

24 BBY. Tomorrow Kenobi, Anakin, and Master Tali and I are going to visit Mandalore on a diplomatic mission. With tensions in the senate rising, Chancellor Palpatine wants to know where Mandalore stands if a civil war breaks out. When I asked Yoda why send all four of us he mentioned there were forces upset with the change of Manalorian customs.

Twenty minutes later, I stepped out of the Jedi Temple dressed in civilian clothes. All signs that I was a Jedi stuffed into a bag on the brink of bursting. Everything packed away, except my saber which I tucked into the cloth belt that hugged my waist. It too, hidden from view.

The strap of my duffle dug into my shoulder as I rushed to the taxi platform. My bag thudded at my feet as I waved for a free taxi. I glanced at the chronos posted on the various screens and advertisements floating around the city-planet. It was well into the bar’s rush hour now.

Getting changed only took me five minutes. Getting everything put away, that took much longer than I hoped. No doubt Crosshair was there, waiting, possibly asking Jayas about me. I shook my head at the thought. Jayas was too lousy a liar and Crosshair was too damn perceptive. My nerves buzzed as the taxi driver took my address.

Fifteen terrifying minutes passed and I remembered why I rarely used the cab system on Coruscant. But finally, finally, I was home.

I practically ran out of the speeder, tossing a handful of credits as I went. It must have been more than enough, because I didn’t hear any complaints from the driver. Quickly, I ran down the alley to the backdoor and pulled out my keys. The door opened with a soft click. No one was in the immediate hallway. I leaned back against the cool metal door and let out a sigh.

“You’ll fucking pay for that!”

Irritation pulled my brows together and tugged my lips down.

“You’re swaying like a two legged droideka, you couldn’t hurt a tooka!”

A sigh left my lips as I pushed myself off the metal door. I tossed my duffle over by the door that led to my loft and marched to the bar.

“Good thing you’re not a tooka!”

Two clones stood by the bar, both surrounded by others interested in a fight or watching one. They were regulars I recognized, Jint and Catcher, friends, the last I saw them. Just before the pair could throw their fists, I jumped onto the bar counter and whistled. After the sharp noise caught the attention of anyone within a block radius, I dropped down and stepped between the clones.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing in my bar?!”

Instead of an answer, I got a welcome.

“Miss Anya?”

“Anya’s back!”

The crowd of clones turned into a swarm, as regulars and drunks swept up in the craze surrounded me. Questions went unanswered as too many voices tried talking to me. Somehow I ended up on Catcher’s shoulders. He paraded me through the bar as the clones all chanted my name. They were exceptionally drunk tonight. From my throne I spotted black and red armor leaning in a dark corner.

“Ok, okay, you’ve had your fun.” Jint helped me down from Catcher’s shoulders. They laughed together, reminiscing on won battles, whatever they were arguing about before now completely forgotten. Without someone to parade above the heads of clones in the bar, the chanting died down and the crowd of clones around me dispersed. Or rather, they were drunk enough to not notice when I left.

“That was some homecoming.” Crosshair’s voice greeted me before I saw his face, the dark lighting obscuring his expression.

“You weren’t here last time. That was a homecoming.” I smirked, though it didn’t stay for long.

“Another rare booze run?”

I leaned against the wall beside him, my arm brushing against his armor. “No, actually.”

In the corner of my eye I caught his head turning to face me. “How informative.”

“Answered your question, didn’t it?” Normally I’d be smiling at this part, this game of tooka and mouse we so often played.

He turned fully, resting his side against the wall and crossing a foot behind the other. “You’re making me ask?” A hint of a grin laced his words. “What sort of business was this last trip of yours, Miss Anya.”

At his use of my title I snickered and shook my head. “That just sounds weird coming from you.”

“Well, Miss Anya, I believe there’s only one thing that’ll get me to stop saying it now.”

I shook my head, then turned to face the clone. “You’re the worst, you know?”

“Would you have me any other way?”

“Alright alright,” I opened my mouth, but found only air. Maybe I should have said it was a beer run. “Well, it was,” The only word that came to mind fell from my lips like sand. “Family.”

His eyes widened, then narrowed. “I didn’t know you had family.”

“Yeah, there’s a reason for that.” I mumbled, looking past his eyes at the wall beside them. If Obi-Wan ever found out I called him family, he’d never let me live it down. But in a way, it was true. “Anyway, I’m exhausted and come back to a bar fight?”

Crosshair wore an inquisitive expression, though on him it looked more like a glare than someone in deep thought. He answered absentmindedly “Yeah.. Something about Lyn getting arrested.”

“What?” Surprise jolted me up.

My sudden movement caught Crosshair’s attention long enough to drop that not-scowl. “You didn’t know?” Now confusion colored his features.

There was no helmet to hide my expressions now. “I need to go talk to Jayas.” I turned towards the bar, took a step, then turned back. “Come up in twenty, I wanna clean up a bit.”

That confused expression didn’t budge, but Crosshair nodded. He leaned back against the wall again, and pulled out a toothpick. There wasn’t time to get lost watching his lips, so I turned quickly and scanned the floor. Jayas wasn’t anywhere to be seen, same as when I first came out onto the bar. Instead, Fathal and a single weequay worked the bar. The Weequay mostly filled taps and passed any mixed drink orders to his co-worker. So, Jayas managed to hire someone?

“I’m sorry, ma’am, you can’t come back here.” The weequay was chest deep in orders, and still noticed as I stepped behind the bar. “This is an employees only area.”

“Well-” I glanced past the weekquay, catching Fathal’s eye.

His starry eyes narrowed, and the rodian called out. “Yer ears work’n Qwon? That there’s Miss Anya.”

The weequay, Qwon, looked between the rodian and I, mouth open slightly.

“Your boss.” I mustered a smile, then stepped past Qwon to Fathal. “Jayas in the office?” The rodian gave me a nod. “Thanks, Fathal.” He hummed a response as I stepped through the swinging doors to the back. A knock later, I heard a gruff voice answer.

“Sorry, Fathal. Jeya’s running late and these tax forms are taking longer than-” Jayas lost his words as he looked up and saw me step into the office. “Anya!” He jumped out of his seat, causing the desk to skirt forward from the sudden movement.

“Jayas.” I grinned. Relief flooded my chest at the sight of him. His eyes were a little more sunk then normal, and a line I hadn’t seen before creased his forehead. “It’s so good to see you.”

He fumbled past the traps of files and furniture till he held me in a hug almost as tight as the ones Wrecker gave. “Kid, you had me scared shitless.”

“Yep, I do that. Need to breathe, Jayas.” I gasped and he chuckled, only loosening his grip slightly.

“I’m so glad you’re okay. Maker, not knowing for all this time has been hell.” Jayas leaned back to meet my eye. “Promise me you’ll never get a bounty on you again.”

That earned a breath of a laugh from me. “It’s not like I get much say about that.”

Jayas scoffed at my answer and then finally he let me go from his hug. He stepped back and gave me a look over. “Have you gained weight?”

“Wow.” I laughed, twisting my eyebrows up. “Didn’t think I needed to be the one to tell you commenting on someone’s weight is rude.”

“No, I meant,” He rubbed his chin. “Hugging you, it feels different. Like, your arms and shoulders have more to them.”

“I was gone awhile.” I shrugged. If Jayas noticed the results of my training, then Crosshair was likely to as well. So what, I worked out while helping family? That didn’t make any sense.

“Yes, of course. Speaking of, you look exhausted.”

“Well, you’re not one to talk.”

Jayas rubbed the back of his head and avoided my eyes. “Yeah, things have been interesting around here. No time to relax.”

“Lyn.” Her name still hurt my tongue.

He glanced my way before speaking again. “Yeah, you heard? She got arrested for treason. Clones came and hauled her away a little more than a week ago.” Jayas fidgeted with a bolt on his cybernetic arm as he talked.

“Clones?” Not the police? Jayas nodded his head, his eyes sharing the same question. My gaze fell to the floor as I weighed the information. I couldn’t risk messaging him tonight, but Tech had to know something about this.

“Any chance it was related to your absence?” Jaya’s question brought my eyes back up.

My lower lip slipped between my teeth before I answered. “More than a chance.”

Jayas dropped his gaze again. We stood uncomfortably in the office, sounds of music and laughter pouring in from the bar. Eventually, I felt a metal hand grip my shoulder.

“We’ll sort that out later. For now, don’t worry about the bar. Relax and get back into the rhythm of things.” Jayas gave me a soft smile, similar to the ones I’d seen him give his kids.

“But-”

He shook his head, interrupting my argument before I could even give it. “You’re exhausted. I don’t think I’ve seen circles that dark under your eyes since I first met you. So get some sleep and enjoy some time with that clone you fancy.” He winked, earning a grin from me. “The bar will be waiting, and then I can catch you up to speed on everything and you can tell me what being locked up in some safe house for nearly a month was like.”

“..Yeah.” My grin slowly fell, but by then Jayas had turned to open the door of the office. “What about Stinky? I still need to pick him up.”

Jayas stood on the doorway and bat the air at my question. “Oh, he’s fine waiting a night. I can bring him by in the morning.”

Relief, instantly followed by guilt, filled my sigh. Stinky was a tough Tooka, but this was a long time apart. A good person would fight their exhaustion and pick up their animal companion. “That would be wonderful, thank you.” I gave Jayas a weak smile.

He nodded, once and I exited the office, letting him move out of the door frame so it could close. I picked up my duffle, stifling a groan as my tired muscles cried against me. Before exiting to the stairs of my loft, I turned and called Jayas.

“Hey, Jayas?”

“Yeah kid?” He stopped at the double doors leading to the bar.

“Thanks.”

He stood there, holding the door with one silver hand and one dark one, and looked me over with eyes I had seen few times before. Once being the first time he met me. “Anytime, Miss Anya.” Then he stepped back into the bar.

Something turned over in my gut at those eyes, but I could worry about it later. Now I wanted to shower. Every step up the stairs felt like a trek, but eventually, I made it to my front door.

Inside, it was quiet. Of course, Stinky wasn’t here to greet me, but it was almost like I could feel my absence in the loft. The place felt so still. Somehow, it felt like it would always be this way. But this was my home, and that wasn’t so.

Crossing into my bedroom seemingly gave me a boost of energy. Suddenly the weight on my eyes had lifted and my shoulders weren’t hunched over. Of course, I needed to hurry. Crosshair would be up in approximately 15 minutes, and I needed to stash all evidence of being ‘Annie the Padawan’ somewhere his curious reticle wouldn’t find.

The normal stuff was easy, toothbrush, hairbrush, underwear. That could be put away like regular. But blacks, my Jedi robes, lightsaber, and armor needed more thought. The box under my bed could hold the clothes, but it wasn’t big enough for the armor. Now that the duffle bag was mostly empty, the armor actually fit rather well. I zipped up the bag and slid it under my bed. Looked normal enough.

That just left my lightsaber. Sure, it could fit in the duffle or the force-locked box like before, but that felt wrong. I needed it close to me. Easy access. What was I thinking? This was a weapon I thought I’d never touch again, and yet here I was wanting to keep it close. As I scanned my bedroom my eyes landed on the nightstand by my pillow. I couldn’t? Could I?

Authors end chapter notes:

Did you expect Tali to be arrested when Anya got home? Where do you think the lightsaber will be hidden?

Dividers by Djarrex   

Tag list: @midnight-sun-0

#the red logs: return to the temple #star wars fanfic #star wars the clone wars fanfic #sw tcw fanfic #tbb fanfic #the bad batch fanfic #oc/crosshair #crosshair/oc #crosshair x oc #crosshair x anya tougt (oc) #oc x crosshair #tbb crosshair #star wars prequels

[kenobisgalaxy]

MASTERLIST

This a collection of all my work. Enjoy!

Read my work on Ao3

Smut is asterisked with a “*”.

STAR WARS

Obi-Wan Kenobi

His Legacy (Obi-Wan Kenobi x Jedi!Reader) | Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

My Light in the Dark (Obi-Wan Kenobi x Padawan!Reader) | Part 1 / Part 2

Don’t You Know (Obi-Wan Kenobi x Jedi!Reader)*

Down With Love

Catcher Block

Catching You (Catcher Block x fem!Reader) | Part 1 / Part 2