#Agent Touchdown

[jvngkook97]

Class Act

synopsis; in which Namjoon is the popular jock and you’re just another girl in the bleachers. OR what happens when the gentle giant takes notice of the introverted, yet dedicated fan?

pairing; college jock!namjoon x college student!reader

genre; angst, fluff, humor, smut, s2l, f2l, college au, jock au

warnings; classic college tropes, angst in the form of cheerleaders(but not all!) misjudging reader, reader has some body image issues, but mainly just a whole bunch of sweet jock Namjoon for your pleasure, a letterman jacket kink rises to the surface, reader is awkward, joon is a patient angel baby cause he’s in lOoOve with reader so much 🥺 uhhhhm there will be sexual intercourse and it will be soft and cute with protection being used cause they smart cookies(and so are you!)

rating; 21+ MINORS DNI

w/c; 4,744

a/n; happy birthday to our favorite accident prone, gentle giant, dimple baby Kim Namjoon! like + reblog if you enjoyed. don’t be a silent reader! <3 feedback is always appreciated and helps to keep this writer motivated to put out more content — like this! all the love, always.

networks; @ficscafe, @thebtswritersclub, @btshoneyhive, @kflixnet

It was another chilly September evening.

The flood lights that surround the football field are bright as ever, allowing the football players to continue playing as the night continues on.

You secure your jacket tighter around your shivering figure, the unforgiving wind still somehow making it through the thick material no matter how hard you try otherwise. The people around you both cheer when your team scores a touchdown, and boo when the away team does.

All of that is trivial, however, seeing as your main focus is on the tallest member of the team, making it easier for you to decipher him amongst the other players.

Kim Namjoon. The gentle giant.

The bleachers erupt into a fit of cheers, hooting, and hollering, your team winning the game by a landslide. Not that you ever doubted it. Namjoon and the other players gradually make their way off the field and towards the locker rooms to get washed up. With your seat being next to the corridor that they walk through, you get a good luck as they go by.

Namjoon is waving politely at those that chant his name in earnest. He’s not the quarterback, but he’s just as popular, if not more. His talents are phenomenal when it came to the sport, everyone sure that he was going to get recognized by an agent and signed by end of his college career.

You join the rest of those that chant his name, though your voice is easily drowned out by those who aren’t afraid to scream their hearts out. For a split second, your eyes lock with his. That dimpled smile widens, and you woefully wish it’s due to you, though you know that can’t be true considering you’ve never gained the courage to talk with him.

You imagine it’s cause of you anyways.

*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*

The following Monday you’re taking your normal stroll through the large campus courtyard. It’s littered with students that share the same goal as you, making it to their class on time. Up ahead, you see the jocks and cheerleaders formed in their usual circle located next to the fountain that’s planted dab in the middle of said courtyard.

You spot Namjoon easily.

He’s laughing from something that Cherry said, cheer captain and from what you heard, now ex of Kim Namjoon. From their interaction, you wonder if those were just rumors, or maybe they just ended on good terms. You wouldn’t put it past Namjoon to stay civil in that kind of situation.

Due to your zoning out on the dimpled male, you fail to watch where you’re going, and make the fatal mistake of knocking into Jin, another member of the football team. The action causes a domino effect from the force in which you accidentally plow him with, ultimately making Cherry stumble into Namjoon and having him catch her effortlessly. His face is worried as he asks if she’s okay, she says yes.

His eyes then flicker to yours, as does everyone around him when they realize that you’re the culprit.

“Aiiiiish! You should be apart of the team with that powerful of a tackle, y/l/n.”

Jin turns and jests at your embarrassed figure good naturedly, a grin on his face so as to show there’s no hard feelings on his part. The same sentiment can’t be said for a few of the cheerleaders who were collateral damage.

“You’re right, Jin. She’s certainly built like a dude.” Cherry’s co-captain and best friend sardonically chimes in with a smirk on her face. The comment creates scattered laughter throughout the group in agreement, all except for Namjoon, you notice.

Your face flushes at the jab, you being well aware that your chest wasn’t quite as developed as most women your age. Your lip trembles, and you bite it in hopes of stopping the tears that begin to build in your eyes. You make a show of deeply bowing to the group, mumbling a ‘sorry, please excuse me’ before standing up straight and briskly walking past.

Namjoon makes a step towards your retreating figure, promptly getting stopped by Cherry’s hand that curls itself around his bicep. His face that was once full of worry for his ex, still held the same expression, but this time for you.

He made a mental note that next time he saw you he was going to apologize on behalf of his so called ‘friends’.

*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*

You make it to class without a hitch. The day drones on like it always does, and it’s not until that final bell rings do you sigh in relief. You clutch your binder into your chest, both arms folded around it as you step back outside into the courtyard, this time with the end destination being your bed.

You get close to the school gates before you’re stopped by a loud voice. A loud, familiar voice.

“Y/N! Hey! Wait up!”

You stiffly turn in the direction where the voice is coming from, seeing Kim Namjoon in all his beautiful, letterman jacket wearing glory make it to you in a second flat from his long legged strides. Your knuckles turn white from how hard you’re holding your binder now, something Namjoon’s eyes dart to as he gets close enough to stand a few feet away from your shorter figure.

His full, dimpled smile is on display, and this time you know for a fact that it’s meant for you only. Your brain malfunctions, and you miss the words that come out of his mouth next, the only thing you register is his lips moving to form said words.

You blink. Once, twice. His smile doesn’t falter, but he does lean in closer to your face, one slender finger coming up to gently poke the crease in between your brows that seemed to form without you knowing. It must be from how confused you are about the situation at hand.

As if time unpaused itself, your brain clears up enough for you to speak, though your voice cracks when you do.

“I’m–, I’m sorry. What did you say?”

“I was asking if you were available to accompany me to this new diner that opened up down the street. I wanted to treat you.”

His hands are stuffed into his letterman jacket, he’s rocking himself on the balls of his feet as he waits for your answer patiently. Eyes staying trained on your face, he surveys out of his peripheral the outfit you’re wearing. It’s cute, different, unique. He likes it, a lot.

Your eyes narrow, and for the first time does his usually confident smile begin to dim.

“Is this some kind of a bet?”

His eyes widen, face crestfallen at your misconception of his genuine interest in you.

“Excuse me?” Now it’s his turn to gain those creases between his brows.

“Are your friends going to pop out of the bushes and yell ‘gotcha!’?”

He doesn’t miss the way you elongate the word friends with a hint of distaste on your tongue. He’ll be the first to admit that his choice of company can be downright rude, and wonders what other slurs you had to endure by them before he transferred to this college his junior year.

“No, they’re not. I promise I only come to you with good intentions and on the basis of wanting to get to know you better. Is that alright with you?” He ends with a question, and once again awaits your answer. There’s no signs of malice or ill intent as he looks at you, but you can’t help the walls you’ve built over the years.

Pursing your lips, you reply.

“No, thank you. I wouldn’t want to further endure the wrath of the cheerleading squad when your girlfriend finds out. So, good day.”

You pivot on your heel, decision resolute.

An enlarged hand grasps your own, and you stop in your tracks, back towards him.

“She’s not my girl–well, she was-but not anymore. We broke up awhile ago. Like, months ago. She even has a new boyfriend already, he’s a cool dude.”

He’s nonchalant when he speaks, his grip on your hand loosens when you turn your attention back on him, but he still keeps ahold on your hand incase you attempt to ditch him again.

“Only you would talk highly of an ex’s new boyfriend, I swear. You’re like a freaking unicorn.”

He lets out a bellowing, open mouthed laugh that seems to take over his entire face, his eyes crinkling, that reverberates through his hand and into yours, causing your arm to shake lightly as a result. A hint of a smile appears on your face that makes him gasp in pure delight.

He points at your mouth with a cheeky, dimpled, grin.

“There’s that smile!”

Your immediate reaction is to hide your face in your chest, an action he prevents you from doing as he uses his other hand to cup your chin and steer your gaze back onto his. His hand is still warm from its previous home in his jacket, you note, despite the cold air around you two.

“You shouldn’t hide your face, it’s pretty.”

From that point on, you were hooked.

*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*

Once again, you’re walking your normal route to class within the courtyard. Namjoon and his group of friends are a few yards away from you, but this time when he notices you, he makes a point to break away with haste, apologies spew from his supple lips to those he squeezes past to get to you.

Jin is the last to let him past, giving you an enthusiastic wave. Even Cherry and her posse give you smiles in greeting that you return. Namjoon’s arms encase themselves around your waist as he hoists your small frame and twirls you both in a circle. He’s still holding you up off the ground, and you slowly slide down enough to plant a soft, but meaningful kiss on his lips. You could feel him smile into it, and it makes your teeth clash for a moment.

When you mutually pull away for fresh air, you barely have time before he’s peppering you with kisses all over your face. From behind, Jin patronizes you both on your disgusting public display of affection.

“Oi! Get a room you two!”

Using one arm to hold you, he makes a point to flip Jin off with his free hand that makes you roll your eyes at their antics. You give him a few pats on his shoulder, your way of telling him to set you back down on solid ground. He pouts cutely, but obliges.

Throwing an arm around your shoulder instead, your fingers thread through his dangling ones over your shoulder as he leads you to your first class of the day. Too soon do you arrive, and he leans against the side of the wall next to the door with his lips already puckered in waiting. You lean up this time to oblige his height as best as you can, not noticing when he subtly leans down further to accommodate your height difference.

Inbetween kisses, he asks you a question.

“Am I still able to come over after the game tonight?”

His eyes are hopeful, smile widening when you nod in affirmation to his question. He gives you a loving pat on the head, before using both hands to secure your head long enough for him to plant a kiss on your forehead and then he’s off and heading to his own class with a wave of his hand, barely managing to dodge a gaggle of girls in time before crashing into them.

You wave back with a shake of your head at your clumsy giant, smile of your own adorning your face as a light hue rises in your cheeks of what’s to come.

You couldn’t wait.

*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*

Just like in the beginning, you’re back in your favorite spot on the bleachers to watch your now boyfriend own the field like he always does. Off to the side, not to far from where you are, you catch a snippet of conversation between a dude who looks way to formally dressed to be at a college football game and Namjoon’s coach. When Namjoon’s body hurdles by them with the football in hand, does the formal guy point at Namjoon with a serious look on his face. His coach crosses his arms over his chest with a puff of his chest, a smug smile on his face as he nods to whatever the formal dude is saying.

Huh. You wonder what that’s about.

You join the rest of the crowd around you in a standing, deafening applaud for the entire football team as they make their way through the corridor after a major win of the season. Your eyes scan the members in search of Namjoon’s loving eyes, but you don’t see him.

It’s not until your eyes shift back towards the field, do you find him with his helmet tucked under his arm, a beaming smile on his face as he talks to coach and mystery dude. The latter pats Namjoon on the shoulder as you make your way slowly down the bleachers to the stairs that lead to on the field. When your feet touch the astroturf and you begin your small trek to the three men, does the mystery dude bid his goodbyes and walk past you.

The coach and Namjoon are hugging each other tightly, coach shouting praises at Namjoon.

“I knew you would be something kid. I just knew it!”

“Thanks, coach. This wouldn’t have been possible without you!”

You walk up as they separate, and you have a wary smile on your face, your gut telling you that you just might know what transpired, but choosing to stay silent and wait for Namjoon to tell you himself.

If possible, his smile becomes broader when he sees you. Dropping his helmet to the ground, he ditches it in favor of holding your body tightly against him. You hug him back just as enthusiastically, his breath fanning your ear as he speaks.

“I did it, baby! I got recruited for a team!”

You gasp in astonishment, eyes watering due to how happy you are for Joon. This has been his goal for as long as he could throw a football, you couldn’t be more proud of him. Your arms tighten around his neck as you bury your face into him. He can feel your body shake with happy sobs, and can’t help the emotion of the moment when he joins you in the sobfest.

The coach is long gone when you two collect yourselves, Namjoon using his thumbs to wipe the tear streaks from your face as he smiles at you lovingly. Your nose is red and eyes are puffy, but he’s never seen you look more beautiful than you do at this moment.

He leans down to kiss you. It’s soft, slow, but full of passion.

“I love you, y/n.”

The words are whispered between kisses and instead of responding with words, you opt for action in the form of deepening the kiss with a mix of tongues as you battle for dominance.

He wins. He always wins.

*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*

Namjoon is manspreading on your bed wearing nothing but black boxers, arms behind his head as he watches your shy, hesitant body make its way past the frame of the door. Your arms are crossed over your chest in self doubt of how risqué you chose to dress yourself tonight for Namjoon’s pleasure – and your own.

It’s a sheer, black, silky slip that caught your eye in the mall recently. The lady that helped you pick it out reassured you that you would look so good that he wouldn’t be able to keep his hands off of you. But, as you look at his now stiff body, face void of emotion, you conclude it must’ve just been her trying to meet her sales quota for that day.

Your body folds in on itself, your flight response immediately wanting to kick in and save you from your utter embarrassment at trying and failing to look sexy. Namjoon snaps out of his lust induced haze to see your fear stricken one, and he instantly hops off the bed to secure you within his arms with endearing words of praise spoken into your hair as he rocks you both side to side.

“I’m sorry, baby. My brain fried there for a second when I saw how gorgeous you look.”

He pulls away, but keeps his hands on your shoulders, rubbing the tops of them occasionally as his eyes rake over your perfectly curved, thick figure with both love and lust.

“Just gorgeous?”

His eyes snap to yours when your meek voice passes your lips, his brows scrunching in confusion. He goes to question you, but you beat him to the answer.

“I was trying to go for more along the lines of sexy–,” your eyes look everywhere but his as you continue, self deprecating thoughts fill your mind for a moment as you become your own worst critic. “–I bet if I had bigger boobs–,”

“I’m gonna stop you right there.”

His hand on your chin, makes you look at him. His eyes hold nothing but warmth when he speaks.

“You are sexy, baby. So fucking sexy.”

Your eyes widen, a soft gasp escapes your lips. He trails one hand down your arm and to your hand, before he’s leading you both back to your bed. Guiding you to lay down, he then takes a moment to savor the way your body naturally parts your legs in anticipation of him being between them. Not wanting to disappoint, he kneels between your legs and uses the strength of his arms to hover over your form.

“I don’t want you ever doubting how I feel about you, okay? If you’re feeling down, let me know. I’ll be glad to show you otherwise.” A cheeky smirk adorns his face and your cheeks tint, small smile beginning to curl at the edge of your lips.

“There’s that smile I love.”

“Shut up.”

You pull him down by his neck to kiss him, it starts out slow and sensual, before turning into a kiss of pure need for one another. Your bodies react, his lower half grinds into yours and you can feel the effect you have on him. You whimper into the kiss, the weight of his crotch rubs deliciously into your clit that makes you want more.

“Please, Joonie. No teasing.”

“Fine, fine. One thing though, something I always wanted to try.”

You tilt your head in bewilderment when he pushes himself off of you to cross your room to the duffel bag that lays on the floor next to your desk. Unzipping it, he ruffles through the contents until he finds what he’s looking for – his letterman jacket.

He makes his way back to you and gestures for you to sit up, which you do. Grabbing the bottom of your slip dress, he helps you pull it off until your left nude in front of him. He bites his lip, and throws the jacket around your shoulders, encouraging you to slink your arms through the sleeves, which again, you do. He then sits back to both admire you and take in his fantasy come to life.

You wearing nothing but his letterman jacket.

His Adam’s apple bobs, pupils blown, as you yourself admire the jacket around you. The semi rough material rubs against your nipples and makes them harden. The scent of Joon is all over it, and you can’t help but bring the collar up to your nose to savor it with your eyes closed in content.

A shaky exhale is what has your eyes popping back open to witness Namjoon sink to his elbows between your legs. You whine at his actions.

“Joon, I said no teasing tonight.”

“Baby, please? This has been a fantasy of mine for a long time now, I just want to taste you real quick.” He whines back cutely, full on pout plastered on his face that you just can’t say no too.

You give a mock huff of feigned annoyance and let yourself plop back comfortably onto the pillows beneath you, he pumps a fist in the air in triumph that has you lightly hitting him in the back of his head with the heel of your foot to hurry up.

Then, he doesn’t waste any time.

He dives in, planting one solid lick to your outer folds that leads to the hood of your clit. He places one hand between you both to gently tug the hood of your clit up so he can blow softly on it. The cool sensation makes your body erupt with goosebumps, and then he’s placing a hard suck on your clit that has your eyes rolling to the back of your head. Your knees unconsciously begin closing upon contact, but he uses his other free hand to hold one of your legs down, preemptively giving him better access to your core.

He switches his attention from your clit, and down to your now glistening hole, where he allows his middle finger to slide inside up to the knuckle, taking it out a second later to rub circles around your hole. Your hips buck, hole clenching around nothing, missing the intruding digit already. He continues this torturous routine until you start to become frustrated at your lack of relief, the edging beginning to take a toll on you.

“Namjoon, you better start–,” you begin to berate him, but your words turn into soft pants when he chooses at that exact moment to add two more digits into your hole at a fast pace, curling them to the point he’s able to feel your soft spot. His pace is unrelenting as you grip the sheets, back arching and mouth parting in a silent scream. Your toes begin to curl and he watches with hooded eyes as you come undone for the first time that night before him. Your orgasm washes over your spasming body in waves, and he’s quick to replace his fingers with his big mouth to lewdly slurp up your essence like a man starved for water. Some of it eludes his mouth to dribble down his chin and onto the bedding beneath you.

“Fuck. Namjoon. Stop. I can’t.”

You beg breathlessly, fingers gripping his hair in a vice to lift his head off your oversensitive pussy. He places one last wet kiss to each of your inner thighs, then trails up your body to your breasts. He takes one in each hand, gently massaging them to squish them together so he can take advantage of his big mouth and tongue to both lick and suckle each nipple with the same amount of attention.

You use the opportunity to come down from your high, to a still pleasurable, but not overbearing different kind of stimulation. After a few minutes, he uses one hand to push down his boxers enough to kick them off the bed with his feet. Getting back up on his knees, he reaches over the side of you to your side table drawer and fetches out a condom you make sure to keep just incase. He opens it and rolls it on, being sure to pinch the tip to make room for his own slick to fill.

He lines up his length with your still semi spasming hole, but looks up at you with a question in his eyes that gets answered just as quietly when you wrap your legs around his waist. Both of you let out a grunt of satisfaction when he stills, fully inside.

“Are you okay?”

You don’t realize your eyes closed on their own as your body adjusted to Namjoon’s girth. When you open them, you see his face hovering over yours with concern pooling in his.

“I’m good, Joon. You can move.”

Leaning down, he gives you a lingering kiss on your lips as he begins to move his hips against yours. He doesn’t go fast, choosing tonight as one to be savored. It’s an important one after all, he wants to remember it.

You thrust your own hips up in the slow, rhythmic tempo that he’s set, encouraging him to his first orgasm of the night. He buries his face in your neck, giving sloppy thrusts until he stills. Using what little strength you have left, you place the palms of your hands on his chest and push him until he’s laying on his back on the bed. You take your time straddling him, rubbing your folds against his length once, twice – it’s not until the third swing of your hips does he place his hands on your love handles in order to guide his length back into your warmth.

You chuckle at his impatience, and he glowers at you playfully.

“I thought you said no teasing?”

“Figured I’d give you a taste of your own medicine is all.”

You’re playing innocent, but he knows better. He lets you ride him at your own pace, letting his hands roam all over your breasts, your stomach, your thighs. Eventually, when he feels your walls begin to constrict around his own growing length, does he drop his hand where you two meet in order to rub soft, yet perfect amount of weight on your clit to help spur both of your impending orgasms.

Throwing caution to the wind, you splay your hands on his chest to get better leverage and a better angle, increasing your pace from a slow one to a fast one that has both of you a panting mess trying to chase your highs at the same time. You let out a broken whimper and he knows you’re closer to yours, but he wants to cum at the same time as you, finding the rare occurrence just another way of togetherness in his mind between you both when it does happen.

Easing his assault on your clit, he plants his heels into the bed to thrust up at a brutal pace, his cock pistons in and out of your sopping hole and you let out a sob at the orgasm that suddenly hits you at the same time that his does. He only stops when you can’t hold yourself up anymore and choose to lazily plop yourself off to the side of him on the bed, face flushed, eyes closed, and ready for sleep already.

He’s not too far behind you, wanting to crash after that love making session, but he needs to clean up first and so do you. He gives your ass a light slap and you groan into the pillow in reply.

“Let’s clean up, baby. Then sleep.”

You flip him off. He playfully bites your fingertip.

*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*

The next day you’re both taking an early morning walk around campus, your small hand held tightly in his large one. Ever since last night, he takes any chance he can get to see you wearing his letterman jacket, so that’s what you’re currently wearing over your outfit.

You don’t mind though, in fact, you love it.

Like you love him.

So, you say it for the first time since he’s confessed.

“Joon?” He looks down at you with a curious look on his face, and waits patiently for you to speak when he notices how shy you’re getting. It brings him back to the first day he met you.

“I love you too.”

Your favorite dimpled smile makes an appearance. You two meet in the middle for a loving kiss. You go to pull away, but he secured a hand on the back of your neck to keep you a hair width away as he speaks lowly, honestly.

“I always saw you.”

You tilt your head in confusion.

“Saw me?”

“Yeah. In the bleachers. You went to every game. I even saw the sign you made with just my number on it, but it helped me get that winning touchdown.”

“You’re joking.”

“Serious as a heart attack.”

A puff of laughter escapes your lips, your lips grazing his during the act that has him chasing yours for another. His shoulders bounce as he lightly laughs along with you.

Another reason you love wearing his jacket? It lets everyone around you know that you’re his.

That you would always be his.

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The Princess & The Playboy (Part 2)

Summary: The reader has agreed to go out with Dean for one date only but is pretty sure he's just a flirt looking to get in her pants. But Dean is more than he seems and may be the first person she can have a truly honest conversation with in a long time...

Masterlist

Pairing: NFL Quarterback!Dean x Pop Star!reader

Word Count: 7,600ish

Warnings: language, family trauma/angst, kidnapping, smut

A/N: I think I gave them too much trauma tbh...oh well!

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Eric rapped his knuckles on the doorframe of your home studio but didn’t do anything further to disturb you. You were absently plucking away on a guitar, something quiet and simple, your head spaced out as you listened to the notes over and over. You weren’t sure how it fit just yet but you liked the melody enough to jot it down in a notebook.

“That’s going to be a number one hit someday,” he said. You shrugged, setting the guitar to the side, closing your eyes. “You okay, kid?”

“The team says I’m behind on the next album. I don’t even have a single song,” you sighed. You felt him plop down on the couch beside you, your eyes peeling open, finding his stern ones looking back.

“The whole point of you ditching your first label and doing things through your team is so you’d be in control. You put out a fucking album in March. It’s September. When the hell were you supposed to be writings these songs? During the four hours of sleep a night you got while on tour the past six months?”

“Eric,” you shushed him, putting a hand on his arm. “I’m just venting. If I need you to kick someone’s ass I’ll let you know, alright?”

“Just don’t let them bully you,” he grumbled, getting to his feet. “You ready for this charity date shit?”

“I’ll happily take Dean’s ten million dollars for an hour of suffering. His fault he threw so many touchdowns last night,” you said, Eric pulling you up. “Is everything settled?”

“We rented out the restaurant. The only people inside will be the two of you, myself and his head of security. Apparently he’s famous enough he has his own protection agent, albeit he doesn’t tend to listen to them.” You saw a twinge of annoyance on his face but let it go, instead following him out and down the hall, Eric giving you a side eye. “Aren’t you going to get ready for your date?”

You slid past him and over to your front closet, shoving your feet into a pair of converse. “The man’s seen me in sweats and a hoodie. A Stones t-shirt and skinny jeans should be a step up for him.” 

You swiped your crossbody bag from the front table, Eric sighing. “Let’s get this over with.”

Thirty minutes later you were sitting at a curved booth in a nice italian restaurant. Ordinarily, you never would have rented out a whole place for just yourself. But you were pissed off at your team for trying to get you to capitalize off Dean wanting a date. He seemed like a genuine fan and you’d have a conversation with him for how much he’d donated to the charity. You’d had a long conversation with them last night, with some backup from Eric over it all.

Either they backed off or you’d find a new manager, agent, PR rep, all of it. You’d done it before when you were younger and you had no problem doing it again. 

Between you and Eric, you were pretty sure they were going to back off on the Dean front, at least for now.

You couldn’t help but stare when Dean came into view through the back of the restaurant. He was in a flannel and henley, dark jeans on his long legs. He smiled when he saw you but stopped short when Eric stepped in front of him. He said something you couldn’t hear, Dean flashing a wink that made Eric’s eye twitch. Dean kept approaching though, Eric now in a hushed argument with a woman in jeans and blazer that’d trailed in after Dean.

“Please don’t give my bodyguard an aneurysm. He already thinks you’re sketchy,” you said as Dean slid into the booth with a big grin.

“Oh he’ll warm up to me.” We both turned our heads at raised voices, Eric and Dean’s bodyguard going at it.

“Moron!” Eric shouted, your eyebrows raised. You didn’t have time to question his sudden lack of professionalism before she was shouting back he was a dickhead.

“Everything alright over there?” called Dean, Eric and the woman giving each other death glares before storming off to opposite sides of the restaurant. “Okay…well I’ve never seen Sloane act like that before.”

“Eric either. Weird.” You heard rustling and glanced at Dean, that silly smile still on his face. “You do understand I’m only here because you literally bought your way into a date.”

“True but I like giving to charity and if I get a date with the girl I’ve had a crush on since college, what’s the harm in that?” he teased. You crossed your arms, leaning back in your seat, his smile faltering. 

“Yeah see, that’s creepy. So talk about whatever it is you want to talk about and then we can go our separate ways, alright?” He was frowning now, keeping his hands under the table. There was an still beat. Not awkward but…sad almost. “Just-”

“You think I’m creepy?” he scoffed. You shrugged, Dean’s smile returning but laced with something mean. “Because I asked for a picture?”

“No-”

“Because I posted about going to a concert which fifty thousand other people did that same night?”

“That’s not-”

“Because I gave you my number? Was that my creepy offense? Because I’m surely the first man to-”

“Okay, you know what?” you said, leaning forward, narrowing your eyes at his ridiculously pretty face. “I don’t have to explain myself to you. You might be famous but you aren’t my level of famous. Everywhere in the fucking world people know who I am. Pushy men that give their number and call you their crush and basically publicly shame you into going out with them for money? Yeah, that’s fucking creepy, Winchester.”

Surprisingly, he only sat back in his seat, breathing slowly. “I’m sorry then. Just let me say one thing and then I’ll get up and leave and you never have to talk to me again.”

You unfolded your arms, offering a small nod. Dean bit his bottom lip, letting it go slowly, his chest raising and falling softly.

“You were the most beautiful girl I’d ever seen when I walked into that house party my sophomore year. It was the second weekend of the semester and I’d just played my first game as quarterback. I was the backup for our school you know. I was supposed to ride the bench but Dallas got hurt…” he trailed off as you stared at him. “Doesn’t matter. But I remember that party and I remember hearing you singing along to a guitar outside by the fire pit. You uh, you had your hair in a messy bun just like it is right now. You were wearing a Kansas hoodie that was way too big for you and you had on these nike sweatpants and obnoxious orange sneakers like you didn’t give a fuck how you looked. You had no idea how stunning you were.”

You glanced down. You remembered those sneakers. You’d only worn them a few times before your roommate accidentally lost them. 

“Your voice was beautiful. It still is but I’m a little sad you never do anything acoustic like you would back then. Still doesn’t matter,” he said, pausing a beat. “This isn’t a brag but girls threw themselves at me at that party. Every day after that game they did. But the only girl I wanted to get to know, wouldn’t say more than hi because I was a jock. And it took a long time for me to understand why but I do. Because I hate myself too.”

You flicked your gaze up and met his, green eyes boring into yours. You parted your lips but no words came, Dean nodding, a sad smile on his face.

“It wasn’t your fault. Your volleyball practice ran late. Your brother wasn’t your fault.” You bit the inside of your cheek and glanced away. “You hated sports after that. I read an interview that you thought sports were silly once. But I understand why. You don’t hate sports. You hate what they did to you and back then, every student athlete was just a guy that could hurt you or worse, he could get hurt too. I understand hating yourself. I was supposed to be there for my brother too but I stayed at school and fucked it all up. So I get why in college you wouldn’t give me the time of day when all I wanted was one date with the girl that made my heart skip.”

Fingers grazed your chin, cupping it gently as he forced your head up. 

“But I am not creepy for you still making my heart skip and wanting a date. We’re not kids anymore, Y/N. You don’t like me then fine, but give me a chance. Don’t push me out because I’m still a guy who plays sports.”

You gently pushed his hand away, Dean sighing. “Maybe you have a point about the kinds of guys I found attractive in college. The crush isn’t what’s…” You squeezed your eyes shut. “You have had a lot of girlfriends Dean and I mean a lot. You have a new girl every week. It’s clear we are two very different kinds of people. You hookup. I don’t. I’m like a conquest or some shit because you couldn’t get me in college. That’s why we’re not talking after this…whatever the hell this is, again.”

Dean cocked his head, eyes roaming over your body. “So you won’t go out with me because you think I only want to fuck you?”

“Am I wrong?” you asked. He chuckled, his face more lively.

“Sweetheart, I’ll admit, I’d enjoy doing a lot of things with you,” he grinned. “But…I’ll make you a promise. I won’t do anything with you, won’t even fucking kiss you, until you want me to.”

“You realized what you’ve described is friendship?” He shrugged.

“We can call it that if you prefer.” You were still under his careful watch, Dean leaning forward. “But know that when you do eventually fall in love with me I’m so going to rub your face in it.”

“And there’s the cocky flirt,” you said, nodding to yourself.

“Just stating facts,” he said, flashing you a wink as he tucked his hands behind his head. You rolled your eyes, Dean enjoying this far too much. “So-”

“Here’s how this works,” you said, grabbing a menu and sliding it over to him.

“Love a woman in charge,” he teased. You growled, his eyebrows shooting up. “Oh, the princess of pop has a temper. I think I like this sassy side.”

“We eat lunch and we try to be friends,” you said ignoring him. “Anything beyond that is yet to be determined. Are we clear?”

“Oh absolutely,” he grinned. You groaned, gripping your own menu tight. “You’re too fun to tease. I’m only going to keep doing it.”

“Keep it up and see how far that gets you, Winchester,” you grumbled. He stood abruptly, your eyes widening as he slid in next to you, throwing an arm over your shoulders. “What are-”

Hot breath fanned over your ear as you felt rumbling in your chest from his deep laugh. “Sweetheart, I’ll stop teasing the day you stop blushing when I do it.”

You turned your head, Dean’s merely a few inches from your own. He looked fucking cocky and sexy with that know it all smile. 

You hated that you were having more fun with his flirting than you had with a guy in a long time.

“Plus we both got that whole older sibling trauma, insane career pressure thing going on. I mean, match made in heaven right here,” he said, booping your nose. “Fuck, how are you hot and cute at the same time? No wonder the whole world loves you.”

You didn’t mean to but your eyes welled up with tears, Dean instantly pulling his arm back. You shook your head, wiping your face off with the back of your hand. “It’s not you. It’s just…that’s the second time you’ve brought up the thing we’re not…talking about. You know, our brothers. Do you…want to talk about it?”

Dean nodded. “After lunch…and somewhere private if that’s okay.”

“I can agree to that, even if our bodyguards won’t.”

“His house?” groaned Eric thirty minutes later. “His house, Y/N? You don’t know-”

“I don’t but you’ll be there and he needs to talk to someone about his brother and maybe I need a friend that’s not you that I can too. I’ve already made it clear to him that he and I are strictly friends.” Eric mumbled something but relented, the driver following after Dean’s SUV and to his home, only a short drive from your own.

Dean was waiting by the front door when you got out of the SUV, smiling as he opened it up. Eric went straight for Sloane who was nearby, the two of them bickering like cats and dogs, Dean shutting the door after them.

“Those two must have history,” he said, showing you down a front hall and through the middle of his open kitchen and living room, straight through a back door to a patio. You swore you could hear them arguing as you took a seat on an outdoor couch under an umbrella.

“I don’t think Eric’s dated since high school. Maybe they knew each other in the military or something,” you said, Dean humming.

“Could be. Sloane’s pretty much on her own too aside from the occasional hookup,” he said, sitting nearby on the couch. The air was quiet for a few moments as you took in Dean’s backyard, fairly quaint for LA standards, especially NFL quarterback standards.

“Whatever happened with you and Sam, it wasn’t your fault either.” He smiled, titling his head.

“I was supposed to go home that weekend and hangout with him. I was too damn hungover to though so I didn’t. If I’d gone home he wouldn’t have been walking home at night by himself. It wouldn’t have happened to him so it is my fault.”

You closed your eyes. “Well, I was late picking up Max and he walked home at night too so either we were both at fault or neither one of us was.”

“You were late from practice. Your coach made you late, not-”

“We were late because I got to practice late because I was making out with our fucking quarterback in the art room.” You felt him shift closer, arm around your shoulders as you forced yourself to look at him. “I didn’t hate athletes, Dean. I hated that because I was too busy kissing one, my little brother’s life was ruined. We’re old enough to know that it could have happened at any time, whether we were there or not.”

“I know,” he said quietly. You tentatively wrapped your arms around his waist, Dean smiling. “I never knew anyone else that had someone taken from them.”

“Me either. I mean I’ve met some through the charity but no one that knows…” 

“The world thinks you’re perfect because you’re good at your job and you smile for a camera.” You nodded, resting your head on his shoulder. “My friend Benny said you talked to him in english about Sammy.”

“I remember him. He was cute,” you said, Dean growling. “Someone jealous?”

“I’m the one pining after you, remember?” He laughed quietly, his long fingers brushing against your exposed arm. “He didn’t tell me until yesterday. I was on edge a lot back then. Even now Sam’s a touchy subject.”

��Doesn’t seem that way to me.” He shook his head. 

“You’re different. You know how hopeless it feels, what it’s like to have a funeral without a body, without knowing for sure.” You hummed, giving him a gentle hug.

“From our parents perspective, I understand why. We know the statistics and after so many years missing, so many experts telling them their kid is gone-”

“They needed to try to move on,” he finished. His fingers stilled on your skin, his body tense. “I don’t think I’ll ever be able to. Not without knowing for sure.”

You smiled, turning your head to meet his own worried eyes. “Me either. Guess we have that unhealthy trait in common.”

“I don’t think we’re doing too bad for ourselves all things considered.” You stood up, taking a few steps away before turning on your heels. Dean’s face was neutral as you crossed your arms. “You don’t like me, do you.”

“I think…” you trailed off, trying to word this nicely. “I think all we have in common is we went to the same college and both have little brothers that were kidnapped. I am open to being friends, Dean. I am. But I don’t think what you want to happen here-”

“You’re wrong.” You frowned as he rose from his seat, stalking over slowly, eyeing you in a way that made you feel very warm all of a sudden. He didn’t stop until he was by your side, staring you down. “I can ignore the blushing, ignore how the second we’re in private you are holding onto me like we’ve known each other more than an hour. I can even ignore how you look at me with those big eyes and pouty lips like you want to climb me like a fucking tree.”

“That is not true.” He put a finger under your chin, tilting it up as he brought his face close, warm breath fawning over your face. “I don’t like you like that.”

“Yes you do and that scares you. I fuck away my fear of intamacy and you hide from it. That’s our problem, isn’t it. You and I hide differently. Well I’m done hiding and girl, you need to be done too. Don’t you get that we are safe for each other? I get that you are going to be nervous about this and you get that I’m not a tool. We can learn together, learn something that is not easy for anyone but especially people like us that have everything so damn publicized. Most of all we can trust each other unlike the rest of the world. We won’t hurt each other and you know it. You just won’t admit it. You won’t let yourself care for someone that isn’t capable of defending themselves. Why do you think your bodyguard is your best friend? You have got to give us-”

“Good god you never shut up,” you said, reaching up and grabbing the back of his neck, pulling him into a kiss. Dean’s lips were instantly moving against yours, not taking ownership of the kiss but giving as much pressure as you were giving.

Hands cupped your cheeks, holding you steady as he smiled, teasingly dipping his tongue inside the dark cavern of your mouth. Dean pulled away much too soon, green orbs staring down, the heat in them cutting right through your core.

“I strike a nerve, sweetheart?” he teased. You scoffed, Dean tracing his thumb over your bottom lip. “Or does my armchair psychology just turn you on?”

“I was simply trying to get you to shut up.” 

“Oh. Well feel free to shut me up anytime you like.” You growled, Dean cupping your chin and pecking a softer kiss on you. You rose up on your tiptoes, Dean shushing you. “S’okay to admit you like traumatized cocky guys, princess.”

“You are insufferable,” you said, Dean smirking while you poked him in the ribs. “I never said I like you, Winchester.”

“Right,” he said, taking your hand and tugging you along after him. “Well come pretend to hate my company before I have to head to afternoon practice.”

“Insufferable.”

“Whatever you say, princess.”

Dean POV

“Hey,” I said late that night, answering my phone when I saw Y/N was calling. “You miss me already, sweetheart?”

“As if,” scoffed Y/N, quiet for a moment. “How was your practice?”

“Alright. How-”

“Just alright?” she interrupted. I raised my eyebrow, even if I was alone in my kitchen. Unlike Y/N, Sloane was the extent of my security team. Between her and myself, we had things covered. Sure, I was famous but it was different than being a pop star. I went to games that had security, a practice facility that had security, sets for commercials where they always had security. My home was in a gated community. The only reason Sloane was even on the payroll was peace of mind for my parents. She didn’t even go anywhere with me unless I asked.

“It was fine. Why?” I asked, Y/N going quiet again.

“Maybe I’m crazy but people that are in relationships generally ask how each other’s day went.” I closed my eyes, biting back a groan. “It’s already past eight. I should go.”

“Y/N-” The phone beeped, a glance down showing the call had ended. “Fuck me.”

I dialed her back, the phone picking up on the fourth ring, Y/N staying silent.

“Don’t hang up on me again.” She sighed softly, my stomach forming a knot. “Y/N…”

“I don’t think this is a good idea. We both have crazy schedules and-” 

“I told you earlier you don’t have to be scared of me. I know that’s what this is. You want to get to know me. Why else would you call? But you want an out too. Well I’m not giving it to you so suck it up cause you’re stuck with me. Understand?”

The line was quiet before I heard a bed creak, followed by a thick swallow. “I never said I’d date you, Dean.”

“Well we are so get used to it.” She mumbled something I couldn’t make out, my stomach still sour. “I will not hurt you, Y/N. That’s a promise.”

“You went out with forty two different women so far this year. Forty two. You spend every weekend fucking a new woman while I…” she trailed off, her voice still to thick for my liking. Was she crying? Fighting back tears? 

“What’s wrong, princess?” I asked gently, her voice hiccuping. “Why are you crying?”

“I’m sorry Dean but I’m clearly not mature enough for any kind of relationship with you. Please forget this happened.” She hung up again, my stomach fully twisted up. 

I was not going to let her fear stop her from living her damn life. I texted Sloane and two minutes later I was calling a different number, swallowing down my nerves.

“Dean Winchester,” said Eric, Y/N’s more than intimidating bodyguard. “Why the fuck are you calling me?”

“I need to know where Y/N lives. I want to go over and check on her.” 

“What the fuck do you mean check on her?” he snapped, a loud scrape in the background like a chair falling over.

“She’s fine! She’s fine,” I said, Eric’s loud growl making my ear hurt. “She’s upset is all and-”

“Let me guess. You made her upset?” I swallowed. 

“Not on purpose. I-” 

“What did I say to you at the restaurant? What the fuck did I say to you?” he grit out. I sighed as I went to my front door and slipped on a pair of sneakers. “I said if you hurt her, I’d fucking make your life hell. And what did you do? Sounds like you fucking hurt her. You understand why the fuck I wouldn’t tell you where she lives?”

“Eric, if you want to beat the shit out of me or bury me in the backyard or do whatever the hell you want to me, then fine. Go ahead. But she’s sitting in her house crying right now and this is something you can’t fix. So save my murder until after I can make her feel better, alright?”

“I’d rather shoot my own dick off than tell your slutty ass where she lives. I will check on her-”

I grabbed my keys off the front table and went outside, squeezing my phone tight. “Has she ever had a boyfriend?”

“Why the fuck-”

“Because you know as much as I have she hasn’t, not since Max was taken. She is scared of getting close to people and you know it. You’re the one person that’s been by her side since she got famous, aren’t you? I am asking you as someone that cares about her, as people that both care about her, please tell me. I need to at least try and help her know she’s not a lost cause.”

“Why on earth would she think that?”

“Because I have the same head as her,” I said, slipping behind the wheel of my SUV. “Be at the house too, I don’t care. But let me try, man. Please.”

The line was quiet, my heart in my throat as the seconds passed by.

“9 Hunt Lane. She’s a three minute drive from your house. Tell the guard at the gate ‘Cherry Blossom’ and they’ll let you in.”

“Thank you,” I said, starting the car.

“If you fuck with her-”

“I know. You’ll cut my balls off or some shit,” I said, opening my gate and backing out.

“Oh that’d be the nicest thing I’d do to you.” I didn’t put it past him that it was the truth. “I’ll be there in ten.”

“Don’t trust me, buddy?” I tried to joke but it came out forced. 

“I’m your fucking nightmare, not your buddy.” He hung up and I stared at the phone a moment.

“I would hate to know how you treat me if I wasn’t your favorite player,” I mumbled, taking off and in front of Y/N’s house before I knew it. I hadn’t realized we lived in the same neighborhood, just opposite sides. Her security guards at the gate were giving me a good side eye until I uttered the magic words. The next thing I knew, I was being let in the front door of the house by them, the thing closing tight after me, one of them locking it back up from the outside.

I kicked off my shoes and walked through the massive front hallway to the back of the house, looking all around but finding it dark. Until I glanced upstairs, a light coming from down the hallway. I quickly jogged upstairs, pausing halfway down the hall to a pair of double doors, one of them open.

“Y/N, it’s me Dean,” I called out so I didn’t frighten her. I could have sworn I still heard a sharp intake of air inside. “Eric gave me the secret password to get in. You’re going to have to tell me what cherry blossoms means some…”

My mouth snapped shut when I stepped into the room, Y/N wiping away at her eyes with the sleeves of an oversized hoodie. I frowned and walked in further, pulling away her hands from where she sat on the edge of the bed. 

“Oh sweetie.” My heart clenched at the site of her red, puffy eyes, at the dried tear tracks down her cheeks. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m what’s wrong!” she growled, trying to push me away but my hands around her wrist stopping her in place. “You want me? Me? I’m a fucking disaster, Winchester.”

“If you’re one then so am I.” She shook her head as I knelt in front of her, Y/N looking over my head. “Talk to me, princess.”

“At least you’ve had relationships and fucked other people.” I stared up at her, a pair of harsh eyes looking down at me. “I’m thirty two years old and as far as I’ve ever gotten was a kiss. A kiss. Because all men want is my money or fame or to fuck the virgin. To screw the pop princess and further their own careers.”

“Y/N-”

“The second I care about someone and let my guard down, they’re gonna hurt me or worse. Someone’s gonna hurt them and I can’t do jack shit,” she shot out, her chest heaving as more tears flowed. She stared me down, shrugging. “I’m too hurt to believe that you don’t want me for me, that you won’t get hurt too. You will get hurt. People want to be with me and if you were, you’re just a target. A fucking bulls eye on your back for life. Either you fuck me over or someone fucks you over. That’s all there is. That’s it. So why the fuck would I sign up for that? Why would I-”

I leaned forward and tilted my head up, catching her lips briefly. I hated the taste of salt on them, of the way I could feel her body shake as she fought back even more tears. I pulled back slowly, keeping close, her big eyes watching me with so much fear but something else too.

Desire. Longing.

“Remember earlier when we said we both had to learn and we’d do that together? Well that’s what this is, princess. So you get scared and I’ll be here to remind you to, okay?” I whispered, kissing the tip of her nose. She looked so confused, watching as I wiped off her face with my hand. “I don’t give a fuck that you’re a virgin by the way. You deserve to choose how and when you want to love someone with your body and that’s your choice alone.”

Her bottom lip wobbled as she nodded, my thumb running over it.

“Don’t be afraid of me, baby,” I murmured, tucking a piece of damp hair behind her ear. “Tell me who hurt you so much to make you think you’re unlovable.”

Her eyes shimmered, gaze casting down. “He was my responsibility. I was supposed to protect him and…” She forced her head up, face scrunching up as I held her cheeks. “I’m going to fuck that up again. Whatever man I’m with, I’m going to let him down. I’m going to let my partner down again. And I’m too weak to stop it.”

“Hey, hey,” I said softly, waiting a beat until she was looking at me, bleary eyes, runny nose and and all. “I am your partner and you will not let me down. We will protect each other. That’s how it works.”

“You don’t know what it’s like,” she whispered, voice ragged. “The attention. The death threats. The creeps. The way people write letters and offer information on Max that are full of lies. You’re famous but it’s not like this. All of that will happen to you too. I can’t protect you from it, Dean. No one can.”

I touched my forehead to hers, shushing her when she shivered. “You’re right. It’d be another crazy ass level of infamy that I don’t know. And people will hate me for it. But they hate me already for losing games, for getting a flag, for not running when they don’t know the fucking plays. People will hate us for no reason no matter what we do. So why the hell wouldn’t I want to be happy with you while that’s happening?”

She sighed, gently taking hold of my hand. “I’m not the girl with the designer clothes and hair extensions and fake eye lashes with a smile everyone thinks I am. This is what I am behind closed doors, Dean. Why would you ever want this?”

“Because I fell for the girl who looked like a hot mess around a backyard campfire, the sweet one that valued her school work and gave the boys without the good looks attention because of what was in their heads. You have a charity to try and shut down trafficking rings. You have never said a bad thing about another celebrity when we know some of them deserve it. Don’t you know how good of a soul you have, princess? Scars and all, it’s the one I want.”

I ran my finger down the curve of her cheek, her free hand going to my shoulder, gripping it gently. 

“It’s so unfair,” she said, sliding her hand up to my face. “You’re only supposed to be a handsome cocky flirt. You’re not supposed to be sweet too.”

“Sorry to disappoint,” I whispered as she tilted her head closer, her breath warm, a faint whiff of mint in the air. “I know you want me. So take me.”

Y/N’s eyes grew a sliver darker, nose jammed against my own. “You sure you want that?”

“I’m already yours.” She crashed her lips to mine, tugging on my hand. She wouldn’t let me breakaway as I rose to my feet, crawling onto the bed as she laid back. I yelped when her legs wrapped around my waist and she flipped me to the other side of the bed, her body straddling mine. She lowered her torso, dipping in a way that made my cock strain in my jeans, her face only inches from mine. “You sure you’ve never done this before?”

“I said I’ve never had sex. Never said I’d be innocent.” She said, pressing her lips to mine, a twinge of something in her face pulling her back after a second. “I’m not ready for that tonight.”

“That’s okay,” I reassured her because it completely was. She eased and brought her head down, kissing under my jaw and doing nothing to ease the twitch in my dick. 

“Your dick seems to have other plans,” she murmured. 

“Ignore him,” I said, cupping her face so she saw I was serious. “You are wildly unphased about the fact a cock is poking into the back of your thigh for someone who’s never even seen one you realize?”

“I’ve seen them, just not in person,” she said, eyes going to my lips. “And I wouldn’t say unphased is what I am…just don’t want to send the wrong impression.”

“Is it turning you on?” I asked carefully, Y/N nodding once. “Do you want me to touch you?”

“Keep it to your hands,” she said quietly, before kissing me again. I let her run things, her slow wandering fingers quickly tugging in my hair as her kiss turned rougher. She gasped when I put my hands on her waist and squeezed, earning me one of her hands fisting my shirt. She was getting into it, her breath hitching for barely a moment as I slid a hand under the waistband of her sweats, under the cotton underwear.

Her hips rolled while my fingers made their way over her smooth mound and suddenly I was touching her slit, teasingly gracing the tip of one finger through her folds.

“Oh,” she said, when I brushed her clit, her eyes meeting mine. I stared up at her, the room dead silent. A grin spread onto her face, a giggle escaping. “I didn’t mean for you to stop. Feels different from when I do it.”

“Good different or bad different?” I asked, still not moving.

“Your fingers are bigger than mine,” she said, rocking her hips forward, my finger rubbing against her. “Definitely a good different.”

I blinked a few times, shaking my head with a big smile. “Y/N Y/L/N. Are you humping my hand?”

“Yeah. And?” she asked, grinding her hips down, biting her bottom lip. 

“Definitely not innocent,” I said, moving my fingers again, Y/N’s lips parting when I slipped a finger inside her wet core, leaving my thumb to rub circles around the bundle of nerves. 

“More,” she whispered, capturing my lips, a breathy moan rising up her throat as I pushed another finger inside. I curled them and rubbed, Y/N’s body sparking like a live wire. “What the fuck…”

I ground my palm against her clit as I thrust my fingers inside her, slamming right against her g-spot. Y/N’s eyes squeezed shut as she full body shuddered, this one clearly pleasant, head shaking once.

“Go with it,” I murmured as she yanked on my hair, her body unsure of what to do with this kind of pleasure. I’d only heard it described to me but I knew there was a difference between a normal orgasm and one that came from hitting that spot deep inside, one her little fingers couldn’t quite reach.

Her jaw dropped as her eyes fluttered open, giving me a chance to lean up and kiss her as she rode out the first wave of an orgasm.

“Dean, Dean, Dean,” she panted against my lips, voice growing higher. Y/N whimpered when she went straight into a second orgasm, her hips jerking frantically, searching for more. 

Finally when her legs were quivering and she put a hand on my wrist, I stopped moving, Y/N rolling onto the bed beside me. She breathed hard with closed eyes, a thin layer of sweat on her face. I carefully started to pull my hand away, her hand squeezing my wrist hard. She forced her eyes open, no shred of worry or fear in them now.

“Do that again,” she whispered, removing her hand from my wrist and sliding it over to my stomach, down towards the obvious bulge in my pants. 

“Y/N-”

“I can trust you, right?” I nodded, Y/N working my belt open. “Then trust me too.”

“Are you sure?” I asked. She smiled, lazily nodding. 

“I’m not the only one with a problem connecting to someone. I’m just the one that cried all over themselves before you helped me. Now it’s your turn.” 

“Okay,” I whispered, Y/N stopping after unbuttoning the denim. Her eyes flickered to find mine, her hand moving up to tickle the skin of my stomach. 

“If you’re with me, you’re with me, Dean. No one else.”

“I already told you, princess. I’m yours.” She raised her chin, satisfied with that answer. But still, she didn’t move. “What’s wrong?”

“Why won’t you commit to anyone? Honest answer.” I closed my eyes, her small hand on my face making me slowly open them. “I’m not going to hurt you either.”

“Part of it is Sam. Feeling responsible, not wanting to feel that pain again. Love would…” I trailed off.

“Someone that can destroy you again.” I nodded, removing my hand from her pants, letting it rest on her hip instead. 

“I don’t want that pain,” I whispered. “And I don’t get it as bad as you but women just want to use me. Date a NFL player and they can launch their influencer careers or model or whatever. So I let them use my body instead and I used theirs and I didn’t have to worry about getting hurt. But that’s not the real reason.”

Y/N ran her fingers through my hair, looking at me with the softest eyes I’d ever seen, reminding me of Sammy for a split second.

“It’s hard to move on when you’re still hung up on the girl from college that wouldn’t give you the time of day.” She swallowed down a thick lump in her throat, watching me oh so carefully, looking for any sign of bullshit. I didn’t blame her one bit. “I told you I had a crush on you.”

“You get over crushes,” she whispered, her voice gentle.

“You do. S’really fucking weird though to get a crush on a girl who went through the same shitty life experience as you, who ended up having as massive of a career as you, all before you ever knew that shit about her. Life’s funny like that, isn’t it.”

“If Sam hadn’t gone missing-”

“I would have pursued you. But I was so goddamn broken my last two years of school, I couldn’t handle that kind of rejection. Everybody thinks Finish Line is such a happy song because of the beat but it’s fucking tragic, isn’t it? I never saw that until after he was gone. I knew only someone in pain could have written those lyrics. Neither one of us back then were ready for a relationship, not when it was so raw.”

“I know,” she whispered. “But I wish I could have been there for you back then.”

“Want to know something embarrassing? I have a playlist that’s just your songs. I listen to it before every game for luck. I would wish I’d said something to you in college because now you’re so beautiful and so famous and I’m the emotionally distant playboy you’d never go out with. I’d have to do something stupid like bribe you into a date by giving to your charity. That guy’s a fucking loser all because he never got over you…and I still don’t know if you just pity me or if you actually might like me too.” Water welled in her eyes again, my hand reaching out to catch it.

“We’re going to make a promise,” she said, holding my hand to her chest. “We don’t hate ourselves anymore. You’re not the playboy anymore. I’m not afraid of moments like this. You’re Dean and I’m Y/N and we like each other. We are two people dating and figuring it out like everyone else in the world. You are not a loser, Winchester. Promise?”

“Promise,” I said, lacing our fingers together. I chuckled, Y/N scooting closer to rest her head on my shoulder. “Look at us. I think we’re getting the hang of this having a healthy relationship thing.”

“People make it seem so hard,” she joked, wrapping her arm around my waist. “Dean.”

“Yeah?”

“I’m glad you harassed me into that date.” I smirked, Y/N growling. “Don’t let it go to your head or I won’t give you a handjob.” 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I teased, Y/N eyeing me as her hand shifted downwards. “Hey, you really don’t have-”

She covered my mouth with a finger, shushing me. “I want to. Just tell me if I can make it better for you, okay?”

“I have a feeling you’re going to do just fine with it, princess.”

One Hour Later

I jogged downstairs, leaving Y/N lax in bed, completely blissed out from another round of orgasms. Turns out she had a pretty damn healthy sex drive. I cut her off at a blowjob though. She’d had an emotional night and I wanted her to feel good, not self-conscious about going too fast. I’d told her to wash up and clean off her face while I dished up our takeout and brought it up. Neither of us had eaten dinner yet and it wasn’t hard to convince her to split a pizza and garlic bread with me. 

Downstairs I poked around her kitchen for a bit before I found some plates, napkins and a pair of water bottles. 

“Here.” I jumped at the sudden voice, spinning around to find Eric setting a pizza box and smaller container on the kitchen island. 

“Uh, thanks. How-”

“Guards at the gate have a card they use to pay for takeout with,” he said, narrowing his eyes at me. “Your hair is tousled.”

I reached up to pat it down, Eric stalking over to me, cornering me against the counter. “Listen-”

“She needs a good man, not a fuckboy.” I cocked my head at him, Eric crossing his arms.

“You don’t know me,” I said, moving past him, setting everything on top of the pizza box.

“Yes I do,” he said behind me, hairs on the back of my neck standing up. “You’re going to butter her up because you share a history, break down her walls until you get in her pants. You’re already getting in, obviously. Once you fuck her a few times, then you’ll be gone, playboy Winchester got the pop princess, like a predator that caught his prey finally. Press will fucking love it and you’ll be able to fuck literally any woman on earth you want to which is all you want, isn’t it?”

I spun around, a dark scowl on his face as I pressed my chest to his, hands clenched by my side.

“You can be an ass to me all you want. You can think what you want. I know you care about her, love her even. So put on the tough guy act all you want. But we both know you wouldn’t have told me where she lives, wouldn’t have given me the magic password if you thought I would hurt her. You know exactly the kind of man I am. I bet you fucking know better than most people in the world, don’t you?”

He had two inches on me and used it to stare me down, his jaw clenched, a vein in his forehead pulsing. “She is not the kind of girl you hookup with. It’s all or nothing with her.”

“I will give her my all. I swear.” He bumped my shoulder as he walked past me, footsteps stopping a few feet behind me.

“If you love her the way I know you do, then you better.”

“How do you know I do?” I asked but he walked away and out the front door. Whatever. He wasn’t my concern anyway. I grabbed the box and headed upstairs, ready to enjoy dinner with my girl.

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A/N: Read Part 3 here!

#supernatural #spn #dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester fanfic #spn fanfic #supernatural fanfic #dean winchester x you #dean x reader #dean x #football au

[mikrokcsmos]

Class Act (M)

synopsis; in which Namjoon is the popular jock and you’re just another girl in the bleachers. OR what happens when the gentle giant takes notice of the introverted, yet dedicated fan?

pairing; college jock!namjoon x college student!reader

genre; angst, fluff, humor, smut, s2l, f2l, college au, jock au

rating; 18+ MINORS DNI

warnings; classic college tropes, angst in the form of cheerleaders(but not all!) misjudging reader, reader has some body image issues, but mainly just a whole bunch of sweet jock Namjoon for your pleasure, a letterman jacket kink rises to the surface, reader is awkward, joon is a patient angel baby cause he’s in lOoOve with reader so much 🥺 uhhhhm there will be sexual intercourse and it will be soft and cute with protection being used cause they smart cookies(and so are you!)

w/c; 4,744

a/n; happy birthday to our favorite accident prone, gentle giant, dimple baby Kim Namjoon! like + reblog if you enjoyed. don’t be a silent reader! <3 feedback is always appreciated and helps to keep this writer motivated to put out more content — like this! all the love, always. this is a repost.

It was another chilly September evening.

The flood lights that surround the football field are bright as ever, allowing the football players to continue playing as the night continues on.

You secure your jacket tighter around your shivering figure, the unforgiving wind still somehow making it through the thick material no matter how hard you try otherwise. The people around you both cheer when your team scores a touchdown, and boo when the away team does.

All of that is trivial, however, seeing as your main focus is on the tallest member of the team, making it easier for you to decipher him amongst the other players.

Kim Namjoon. The gentle giant.

The bleachers erupt into a fit of cheers, hooting, and hollering, your team winning the game by a landslide. Not that you ever doubted it. Namjoon and the other players gradually make their way off the field and towards the locker rooms to get washed up. With your seat being next to the corridor that they walk through, you get a good luck as they go by.

Namjoon is waving politely at those that chant his name in earnest. He’s not the quarterback, but he’s just as popular, if not more. His talents are phenomenal when it came to the sport, everyone sure that he was going to get recognized by an agent and signed by end of his college career.

You join the rest of those that chant his name, though your voice is easily drowned out by those who aren’t afraid to scream their hearts out. For a split second, your eyes lock with his. That dimpled smile widens, and you woefully wish it’s due to you, though you know that can’t be true considering you’ve never gained the courage to talk with him.

You imagine it’s cause of you anyways.

*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*

The following Monday you’re taking your normal stroll through the large campus courtyard. It’s littered with students that share the same goal as you, making it to their class on time. Up ahead, you see the jocks and cheerleaders formed in their usual circle located next to the fountain that’s planted dab in the middle of said courtyard.

You spot Namjoon easily.

He’s laughing from something that Cherry said, cheer captain and from what you heard, now ex of Kim Namjoon. From their interaction, you wonder if those were just rumors, or maybe they just ended on good terms. You wouldn’t put it past Namjoon to stay civil in that kind of situation.

Due to your zoning out on the dimpled male, you fail to watch where you’re going, and make the fatal mistake of knocking into Jin, another member of the football team. The action causes a domino effect from the force in which you accidentally plow him with, ultimately making Cherry stumble into Namjoon and having him catch her effortlessly. His face is worried as he asks if she’s okay, she says yes.

His eyes then flicker to yours, as does everyone around him when they realize that you’re the culprit.

“Aiiiiish! You should be apart of the team with that powerful of a tackle, y/l/n.”

Jin turns and jests at your embarrassed figure good naturedly, a grin on his face so as to show there’s no hard feelings on his part. The same sentiment can’t be said for a few of the cheerleaders who were collateral damage.

“You’re right, Jin. She’s certainly built like a dude.” Cherry’s co-captain and best friend sardonically chimes in with a smirk on her face. The comment creates scattered laughter throughout the group in agreement, all except for Namjoon, you notice.

Your face flushes at the jab, you being well aware that your chest wasn’t quite as developed as most women your age. Your lip trembles, and you bite it in hopes of stopping the tears that begin to build in your eyes. You make a show of deeply bowing to the group, mumbling a ���sorry, please excuse me’ before standing up straight and briskly walking past.

Namjoon makes a step towards your retreating figure, promptly getting stopped by Cherry’s hand that curls itself around his bicep. His face that was once full of worry for his ex, still held the same expression, but this time for you.

He made a mental note that next time he saw you he was going to apologize on behalf of his so called ‘friends’.

*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*

You make it to class without a hitch. The day drones on like it always does, and it’s not until that final bell rings do you sigh in relief. You clutch your binder into your chest, both arms folded around it as you step back outside into the courtyard, this time with the end destination being your bed.

You get close to the school gates before you’re stopped by a loud voice. A loud, familiar voice.

“Y/N! Hey! Wait up!”

You stiffly turn in the direction where the voice is coming from, seeing Kim Namjoon in all his beautiful, letterman jacket wearing glory make it to you in a second flat from his long legged strides. Your knuckles turn white from how hard you’re holding your binder now, something Namjoon’s eyes dart to as he gets close enough to stand a few feet away from your shorter figure.

His full, dimpled smile is on display, and this time you know for a fact that it’s meant for you only. Your brain malfunctions, and you miss the words that come out of his mouth next, the only thing you register is his lips moving to form said words.

You blink. Once, twice. His smile doesn’t falter, but he does lean in closer to your face, one slender finger coming up to gently poke the crease in between your brows that seemed to form without you knowing. It must be from how confused you are about the situation at hand.

As if time unpaused itself, your brain clears up enough for you to speak, though your voice cracks when you do.

“I’m–, I’m sorry. What did you say?”

“I was asking if you were available to accompany me to this new diner that opened up down the street. I wanted to treat you.”

His hands are stuffed into his letterman jacket, he’s rocking himself on the balls of his feet as he waits for your answer patiently. Eyes staying trained on your face, he surveys out of his peripheral the outfit you’re wearing. It’s cute, different, unique. He likes it, a lot.

Your eyes narrow, and for the first time does his usually confident smile begin to dim.

“Is this some kind of a bet?”

His eyes widen, face crestfallen at your misconception of his genuine interest in you.

“Excuse me?” Now it’s his turn to gain those creases between his brows.

“Are your friends going to pop out of the bushes and yell ‘gotcha!’?”

He doesn’t miss the way you elongate the word friends with a hint of distaste on your tongue. He’ll be the first to admit that his choice of company can be downright rude, and wonders what other slurs you had to endure by them before he transferred to this college his junior year.

“No, they’re not. I promise I only come to you with good intentions and on the basis of wanting to get to know you better. Is that alright with you?” He ends with a question, and once again awaits your answer. There’s no signs of malice or ill intent as he looks at you, but you can’t help the walls you’ve built over the years.

Pursing your lips, you reply.

“No, thank you. I wouldn’t want to further endure the wrath of the cheerleading squad when your girlfriend finds out. So, good day.”

You pivot on your heel, decision resolute.

An enlarged hand grasps your own, and you stop in your tracks, back towards him.

“She’s not my girl–well, she was-but not anymore. We broke up awhile ago. Like, months ago. She even has a new boyfriend already, he’s a cool dude.”

He’s nonchalant when he speaks, his grip on your hand loosens when you turn your attention back on him, but he still keeps ahold on your hand incase you attempt to ditch him again.

“Only you would talk highly of an ex’s new boyfriend, I swear. You’re like a freaking unicorn.”

He lets out a bellowing, open mouthed laugh that seems to take over his entire face, his eyes crinkling, that reverberates through his hand and into yours, causing your arm to shake lightly as a result. A hint of a smile appears on your face that makes him gasp in pure delight.

He points at your mouth with a cheeky, dimpled, grin.

“There’s that smile!”

Your immediate reaction is to hide your face in your chest, an action he prevents you from doing as he uses his other hand to cup your chin and steer your gaze back onto his. His hand is still warm from its previous home in his jacket, you note, despite the cold air around you two.

“You shouldn’t hide your face, it’s pretty.”

From that point on, you were hooked.

*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*

Once again, you’re walking your normal route to class within the courtyard. Namjoon and his group of friends are a few yards away from you, but this time when he notices you, he makes a point to break away with haste, apologies spew from his supple lips to those he squeezes past to get to you.

Jin is the last to let him past, giving you an enthusiastic wave. Even Cherry and her posse give you smiles in greeting that you return. Namjoon’s arms encase themselves around your waist as he hoists your small frame and twirls you both in a circle. He’s still holding you up off the ground, and you slowly slide down enough to plant a soft, but meaningful kiss on his lips. You could feel him smile into it, and it makes your teeth clash for a moment.

When you mutually pull away for fresh air, you barely have time before he’s peppering you with kisses all over your face. From behind, Jin patronizes you both on your disgusting public display of affection.

“Oi! Get a room you two!”

Using one arm to hold you, he makes a point to flip Jin off with his free hand that makes you roll your eyes at their antics. You give him a few pats on his shoulder, your way of telling him to set you back down on solid ground. He pouts cutely, but obliges.

Throwing an arm around your shoulder instead, your fingers thread through his dangling ones over your shoulder as he leads you to your first class of the day. Too soon do you arrive, and he leans against the side of the wall next to the door with his lips already puckered in waiting. You lean up this time to oblige his height as best as you can, not noticing when he subtly leans down further to accommodate your height difference.

Inbetween kisses, he asks you a question.

“Am I still able to come over after the game tonight?”

His eyes are hopeful, smile widening when you nod in affirmation to his question. He gives you a loving pat on the head, before using both hands to secure your head long enough for him to plant a kiss on your forehead and then he’s off and heading to his own class with a wave of his hand, barely managing to dodge a gaggle of girls in time before crashing into them.

You wave back with a shake of your head at your clumsy giant, smile of your own adorning your face as a light hue rises in your cheeks of what’s to come.

You couldn’t wait.

*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*

Just like in the beginning, you’re back in your favorite spot on the bleachers to watch your now boyfriend own the field like he always does. Off to the side, not to far from where you are, you catch a snippet of conversation between a dude who looks way to formally dressed to be at a college football game and Namjoon’s coach. When Namjoon’s body hurdles by them with the football in hand, does the formal guy point at Namjoon with a serious look on his face. His coach crosses his arms over his chest with a puff of his chest, a smug smile on his face as he nods to whatever the formal dude is saying.

Huh. You wonder what that’s about.

You join the rest of the crowd around you in a standing, deafening applaud for the entire football team as they make their way through the corridor after a major win of the season. Your eyes scan the members in search of Namjoon’s loving eyes, but you don’t see him.

It’s not until your eyes shift back towards the field, do you find him with his helmet tucked under his arm, a beaming smile on his face as he talks to coach and mystery dude. The latter pats Namjoon on the shoulder as you make your way slowly down the bleachers to the stairs that lead to on the field. When your feet touch the astroturf and you begin your small trek to the three men, does the mystery dude bid his goodbyes and walk past you.

The coach and Namjoon are hugging each other tightly, coach shouting praises at Namjoon.

“I knew you would be something kid. I just knew it!”

“Thanks, coach. This wouldn’t have been possible without you!”

You walk up as they separate, and you have a wary smile on your face, your gut telling you that you just might know what transpired, but choosing to stay silent and wait for Namjoon to tell you himself.

If possible, his smile becomes broader when he sees you. Dropping his helmet to the ground, he ditches it in favor of holding your body tightly against him. You hug him back just as enthusiastically, his breath fanning your ear as he speaks.

“I did it, baby! I got recruited for a team!”

You gasp in astonishment, eyes watering due to how happy you are for Joon. This has been his goal for as long as he could throw a football, you couldn’t be more proud of him. Your arms tighten around his neck as you bury your face into him. He can feel your body shake with happy sobs, and can’t help the emotion of the moment when he joins you in the sobfest.

The coach is long gone when you two collect yourselves, Namjoon using his thumbs to wipe the tear streaks from your face as he smiles at you lovingly. Your nose is red and eyes are puffy, but he’s never seen you look more beautiful than you do at this moment.

He leans down to kiss you. It’s soft, slow, but full of passion.

“I love you, y/n.”

The words are whispered between kisses and instead of responding with words, you opt for action in the form of deepening the kiss with a mix of tongues as you battle for dominance.

He wins. He always wins.

*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*

Namjoon is manspreading on your bed wearing nothing but black boxers, arms behind his head as he watches your shy, hesitant body make its way past the frame of the door. Your arms are crossed over your chest in self doubt of how risqué you chose to dress yourself tonight for Namjoon’s pleasure – and your own.

It’s a sheer, black, silky slip that caught your eye in the mall recently. The lady that helped you pick it out reassured you that you would look so good that he wouldn’t be able to keep his hands off of you. But, as you look at his now stiff body, face void of emotion, you conclude it must’ve just been her trying to meet her sales quota for that day.

Your body folds in on itself, your flight response immediately wanting to kick in and save you from your utter embarrassment at trying and failing to look sexy. Namjoon snaps out of his lust induced haze to see your fear stricken one, and he instantly hops off the bed to secure you within his arms with endearing words of praise spoken into your hair as he rocks you both side to side.

“I’m sorry, baby. My brain fried there for a second when I saw how gorgeous you look.”

He pulls away, but keeps his hands on your shoulders, rubbing the tops of them occasionally as his eyes rake over your perfectly curved, thick figure with both love and lust.

“Just gorgeous?”

His eyes snap to yours when your meek voice passes your lips, his brows scrunching in confusion. He goes to question you, but you beat him to the answer.

“I was trying to go for more along the lines of sexy–,” your eyes look everywhere but his as you continue, self deprecating thoughts fill your mind for a moment as you become your own worst critic. “–I bet if I had bigger boobs–,”

“I’m gonna stop you right there.”

His hand on your chin, makes you look at him. His eyes hold nothing but warmth when he speaks.

“You are sexy, baby. So fucking sexy.”

Your eyes widen, a soft gasp escapes your lips. He trails one hand down your arm and to your hand, before he’s leading you both back to your bed. Guiding you to lay down, he then takes a moment to savor the way your body naturally parts your legs in anticipation of him being between them. Not wanting to disappoint, he kneels between your legs and uses the strength of his arms to hover over your form.

“I don’t want you ever doubting how I feel about you, okay? If you’re feeling down, let me know. I’ll be glad to show you otherwise.” A cheeky smirk adorns his face and your cheeks tint, small smile beginning to curl at the edge of your lips.

“There’s that smile I love.”

“Shut up.”

You pull him down by his neck to kiss him, it starts out slow and sensual, before turning into a kiss of pure need for one another. Your bodies react, his lower half grinds into yours and you can feel the effect you have on him. You whimper into the kiss, the weight of his crotch rubs deliciously into your clit that makes you want more.

“Please, Joonie. No teasing.”

“Fine, fine. One thing though, something I always wanted to try.”

You tilt your head in bewilderment when he pushes himself off of you to cross your room to the duffel bag that lays on the floor next to your desk. Unzipping it, he ruffles through the contents until he finds what he’s looking for – his letterman jacket.

He makes his way back to you and gestures for you to sit up, which you do. Grabbing the bottom of your slip dress, he helps you pull it off until your left nude in front of him. He bites his lip, and throws the jacket around your shoulders, encouraging you to slink your arms through the sleeves, which again, you do. He then sits back to both admire you and take in his fantasy come to life.

You wearing nothing but his letterman jacket.

His Adam’s apple bobs, pupils blown, as you yourself admire the jacket around you. The semi rough material rubs against your nipples and makes them harden. The scent of Joon is all over it, and you can’t help but bring the collar up to your nose to savor it with your eyes closed in content.

A shaky exhale is what has your eyes popping back open to witness Namjoon sink to his elbows between your legs. You whine at his actions.

“Joon, I said no teasing tonight.”

“Baby, please? This has been a fantasy of mine for a long time now, I just want to taste you real quick.” He whines back cutely, full on pout plastered on his face that you just can’t say no too.

You give a mock huff of feigned annoyance and let yourself plop back comfortably onto the pillows beneath you, he pumps a fist in the air in triumph that has you lightly hitting him in the back of his head with the heel of your foot to hurry up.

Then, he doesn’t waste any time.

He dives in, planting one solid lick to your outer folds that leads to the hood of your clit. He places one hand between you both to gently tug the hood of your clit up so he can blow softly on it. The cool sensation makes your body erupt with goosebumps, and then he’s placing a hard suck on your clit that has your eyes rolling to the back of your head. Your knees unconsciously begin closing upon contact, but he uses his other free hand to hold one of your legs down, preemptively giving him better access to your core.

He switches his attention from your clit, and down to your now glistening hole, where he allows his middle finger to slide inside up to the knuckle, taking it out a second later to rub circles around your hole. Your hips buck, hole clenching around nothing, missing the intruding digit already. He continues this torturous routine until you start to become frustrated at your lack of relief, the edging beginning to take a toll on you.

“Namjoon, you better start–,” you begin to berate him, but your words turn into soft pants when he chooses at that exact moment to add two more digits into your hole at a fast pace, curling them to the point he’s able to feel your soft spot. His pace is unrelenting as you grip the sheets, back arching and mouth parting in a silent scream. Your toes begin to curl and he watches with hooded eyes as you come undone for the first time that night before him. Your orgasm washes over your spasming body in waves, and he’s quick to replace his fingers with his big mouth to lewdly slurp up your essence like a man starved for water. Some of it eludes his mouth to dribble down his chin and onto the bedding beneath you.

“Fuck. Namjoon. Stop. I can’t.”

You beg breathlessly, fingers gripping his hair in a vice to lift his head off your oversensitive pussy. He places one last wet kiss to each of your inner thighs, then trails up your body to your breasts. He takes one in each hand, gently massaging them to squish them together so he can take advantage of his big mouth and tongue to both lick and suckle each nipple with the same amount of attention.

You use the opportunity to come down from your high, to a still pleasurable, but not overbearing different kind of stimulation. After a few minutes, he uses one hand to push down his boxers enough to kick them off the bed with his feet. Getting back up on his knees, he reaches over the side of you to your side table drawer and fetches out a condom you make sure to keep just incase. He opens it and rolls it on, being sure to pinch the tip to make room for his own slick to fill.

He lines up his length with your still semi spasming hole, but looks up at you with a question in his eyes that gets answered just as quietly when you wrap your legs around his waist. Both of you let out a grunt of satisfaction when he stills, fully inside.

“Are you okay?”

You don’t realize your eyes closed on their own as your body adjusted to Namjoon’s girth. When you open them, you see his face hovering over yours with concern pooling in his.

“I’m good, Joon. You can move.”

Leaning down, he gives you a lingering kiss on your lips as he begins to move his hips against yours. He doesn’t go fast, choosing tonight as one to be savored. It’s an important one after all, he wants to remember it.

You thrust your own hips up in the slow, rhythmic tempo that he’s set, encouraging him to his first orgasm of the night. He buries his face in your neck, giving sloppy thrusts until he stills. Using what little strength you have left, you place the palms of your hands on his chest and push him until he’s laying on his back on the bed. You take your time straddling him, rubbing your folds against his length once, twice – it’s not until the third swing of your hips does he place his hands on your love handles in order to guide his length back into your warmth.

You chuckle at his impatience, and he glowers at you playfully.

“I thought you said no teasing?”

“Figured I’d give you a taste of your own medicine is all.”

You’re playing innocent, but he knows better. He lets you ride him at your own pace, letting his hands roam all over your breasts, your stomach, your thighs. Eventually, when he feels your walls begin to constrict around his own growing length, does he drop his hand where you two meet in order to rub soft, yet perfect amount of weight on your clit to help spur both of your impending orgasms.

Throwing caution to the wind, you splay your hands on his chest to get better leverage and a better angle, increasing your pace from a slow one to a fast one that has both of you a panting mess trying to chase your highs at the same time. You let out a broken whimper and he knows you’re closer to yours, but he wants to cum at the same time as you, finding the rare occurrence just another way of togetherness in his mind between you both when it does happen.

Easing his assault on your clit, he plants his heels into the bed to thrust up at a brutal pace, his cock pistons in and out of your sopping hole and you let out a sob at the orgasm that suddenly hits you at the same time that his does. He only stops when you can’t hold yourself up anymore and choose to lazily plop yourself off to the side of him on the bed, face flushed, eyes closed, and ready for sleep already.

He’s not too far behind you, wanting to crash after that love making session, but he needs to clean up first and so do you. He gives your ass a light slap and you groan into the pillow in reply.

“Let’s clean up, baby. Then sleep.”

You flip him off. He playfully bites your fingertip.

*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*

The next day you’re both taking an early morning walk around campus, your small hand held tightly in his large one. Ever since last night, he takes any chance he can get to see you wearing his letterman jacket, so that’s what you’re currently wearing over your outfit.

You don’t mind though, in fact, you love it.

Like you love him.

So, you say it for the first time since he’s confessed.

“Joon?” He looks down at you with a curious look on his face, and waits patiently for you to speak when he notices how shy you’re getting. It brings him back to the first day he met you.

“I love you too.”

Your favorite dimpled smile makes an appearance. You two meet in the middle for a loving kiss. You go to pull away, but he secured a hand on the back of your neck to keep you a hair width away as he speaks lowly, honestly.

“I always saw you.”

You tilt your head in confusion.

“Saw me?”

“Yeah. In the bleachers. You went to every game. I even saw the sign you made with just my number on it, but it helped me get that winning touchdown.”

“You’re joking.”

“Serious as a heart attack.”

A puff of laughter escapes your lips, your lips grazing his during the act that has him chasing yours for another. His shoulders bounce as he lightly laughs along with you.

Another reason you love wearing his jacket? It lets everyone around you know that you’re his.

That you would always be his.

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CHAPTER 2. KINSLAYER

After the disaster of the previous meeting, which ended in everyone storming or abruptly seeing themselves out—everyone was on edge. The ever-present chatter that accompanied the day to day activities and maintenance to the Watchpoint was taken out back, so to speak, and Cole was mourning it like he mourned his first puppy who passed away suddenly after a hit and run. He’d cried and cried about it, near inconsolable for weeks until his mama told him: When good things die, something better comes to replace them. They bought him a bigger dog a few months later, and little Cole took those words to heart. 

And so far in his life now that he was older—not really wiser but experienced on a good day—he’d found that to be mostly true, even if there were some hurts he could never recover from. His mom’s death led to the Deadlock Gang, the gang led to Blackwatch, and a mother figure in Ana, a father in Reyes, and companions who—if shifty (looking at you O’Deorain)—had his back. And then that went to shit too—and for a long time he doubted his mother’s words. But then Winston issued the Recall. He wrestled with it… as he was sure all agents who weren’t Reinhardt did. But up until this meeting, he’d come to realize that once again her words rang true. Something better had come to replace what the old Overwatch was. 

But something else Cassidy learned in all of his travels and escapades, is that he was her god’s goddamn favorite punching bag. So of course, whenever things were going too well for him, life had to throw him a curveball. At this point, he was just feeling a bit sore that god’s form of a curveball also sucker punched the people he held dear too. 

48 hours passed, slow as a snail’s meander. As expected, Cole didn’t see a big fancy ORCA roll up to the hangar or anything touchdown on the helipad. Not a taxi, a car, a small personal aircraft, anything that would be normal. In fact, he didn’t see the brother assassin in the flesh until after a small mission briefing for their first real engagement as Recalled Overwatch. They would be heading out to Reinhardt’s old stomping ground of Eichenwalde due to reports of break ins to the old abandoned castle, and shifty characters poking around the historical site itself. It wasn’t a rough and tumble mission Winston kept repeating. It was simply to offer generosity and aid. Torbjörn cooked up some new sentries for them to place around the castle out of sight to deter any nighttime visitors. They would go under the cover of darkness, and leave before the sun rose high on the horizon. In, out, done. 

So of course, Cassidy was the one tasked with the check of the ORCA. He wasn’t sure why when Lena was right there, but Winston seemed to have her up to a couple of different things so he didn’t really mind sharing the burden. It also would give him a chance to continue to peep around and look for the elder Shimada. He was supposed to be here after all, and even Genji hadn’t seen a hide nor hair of him. 

In fact, he was starting to think that Genji’s infamous killer might be a ghost. 

Or at least, he wanted to keep thinking that. It would save him the bullets after all. 

But as mentioned, life was not kind to Cole Cassidy. 

“Shimada?” Cassidy called, hesitantly. He’d walked out into the hangar and saw something distinctly person-shaped perched atop of one of the ORCA’s wings—several hundred feet in the air mind you—and seemed to be listlessly staring out at the sunset through the slotted panels of the hangar door.

The person only gave him a grumpy, uninterested hum in lieu of response. So… This had to be Hanzo but….

“What in the Sam hell are you doin’ up there?”

A full cake, of all things, sat precariously perched on one knee, and the stranger shoved a piece in his mouth, not garnering Cassidy’s question with a response.

##

He remembered at some point these past two days, Brigitte asked Genji what type of personality they should be expecting from Hanzo. Was he a jokester? Was he serious? Cassidy felt it was a simple question with a simple answer (who cares? He’s a murderer) though apparently, a loaded answer. If Genji removed his faceplate, Cassidy would’ve seen the concerned frown take over his face. 

“I have known my brother to be meticulous and serious.” Genji said slowly. “But when I approached him initially, he looked at me and laughed.” 

“Laughed?” Cassidy asked incredulously. “What the hell is there to laugh about, lookin’ into the face of yer greatest sin?” 

“Perhaps it was only momentary disbelief.” Genji said. “But it has been so long since the two of us have communicated—“ For good reason. Cassidy wanted to add but he held his tongue. “—That I am no longer sure.” 

“I guess we’ll see when he gets here!” Brigitte said, forcing a smile. 

##

Cassidy stood there, squinting up at the man. Hanzo still hadn’t said anything in response. Instead, he picked up his fork and shoveled another piece of cake into his mouth. Cassidy mentally counted to ten. Then with a noisy, irritated sigh, he bit. 

“Are ya ignorin’ me?” From atop the ORCA, Hanzo finally turned his head. The look he was giving him could only be described as condescending; like an emperor gazing from atop his mountain throne at the peasant who dared interrupt him. 

“Ah, so it seems you can teach an old dog new tricks.”

Of all the things Cassidy thought Hanzo would say, that wasn’t one of them. It showed. He sputtered for a moment before he composed himself. “Pardon you?”

“The art of observation, Cole Cassidy.” Hanzo said, his mouth still full of cake. How he already knew his name settled something like discomfort in Cassidy’s gut. From here, Cassidy could see little flecks of white frosting in his neatly trimmed goatee. It seemed uncharacteristic for him to allow that, but hell, what did Cassidy know? 

“It was one I thought lost on you from the moment we met.”

“We haven’t met.” Cassidy said gravely. Hanzo tilted his head, regarding him. Then said, “Perhaps I imagined our encounter in the hall.” 

“When?” 

Hanzo didn’t elaborate. They stood in stilted silence for what felt like another 20 minutes before Cassidy sighed loudly again, and answered the question Hanzo didn’t even ask. 

“‘M real good at observin’ people.” He drawled, eyes narrowed and a frown pulling even deeper over his face. “‘Specially when I don’t trust ‘em.” Hanzo snorted. 

“As far as you could throw me, I presume, cowman?” 

“Cow boy.” Cassidy ground out. Hanzo dragged his eyes up and down his physique, his eyes piercing and calculating. His voice was much gruffer than Cassidy imagined it to be—especially marrying it with the ridiculous image of the man eating cake on top of a parked aircraft. Maybe the smallest shred of him that wanted to find some humanity in the assassin almost expected him to sound more like Genji.

“You look much too large to be a boy.” Hanzo finally decided, and upturned his nose, licking a smidge of frosting off his fingers in the process. “However, if you wish to be one, your shortcomings become much more explanatory.”

“Shortcomings?” Cassidy’s hand went to his belt, thumbing the grip of Peacekeeper. Any other person would take the warning, but as it was Hanzo laughed—and this must be the laugh Genji was talking about that perplexed him. It was more of an unrefined puff of air than a laugh, with not a single hint of muscle moving to indicate that he may be deriving joy from any of this. In fact, he stared straight back at Cassidy, unblinking. 

“Shoot me if you like then, cow boy.” Hanzo twirled his fork in his hand with flourish, before stabbing it back into the cake again. The violence of the act seemed to mimic how one would stab another and Cassidy felt his body run hot. He pulled back another chunk, like pulling flesh from a carcass. “However, I do not think Genji would be very pleased if you shot his aniki on the first day he arrived.”

“I don’t give a damn what Genji thinks!” Cassidy growled. He whipped Peacekeeper out of her holster, brandishing her at the cake-eating man on top of the ORCA. “He’s a damn fool for bringin’ you here. Fer thinkin’ that someone like you can be redeemed.” 

“You and I are in agreement then.” Though Hanzo’s frankness did make him start, Cassidy did not lower his gun. “Ya think if you agree with me, I won’t shoot ya dead?”

“I would prefer it if you did.” Hanzo set his cake to the side, then sat up straight, puffing out his chest, giving Cassidy a clearer shot. “If you are going to shoot me, be sure you shoot to kill.”

“What’s going on out here lads?” Lena’s voice startled the two of them out of their “conversation.” She strolled into the hangar, probably to check on Cassidy and ensure that he didn’t somehow blow up her plane before they took off tomorrow. However, Cassidy was sure that she wasn’t expecting to see him pointing a gun threateningly at Hanzo, who was still perched on top of the damn ORCA, seemingly without a care in the world.

“I…” Lena looked back and forth between them. “I heard shouting.” She said lamely. She was bouncing from foot to foot; seeming to try and determine if she should run and find Winston or Genji, should Cassidy go to shoot. 

Before Cassidy could say a word, however, Hanzo spoke.

“He was merely demonstrating his technique.” Cassidy did not expect Hanzo to speak to her, hell, he wasn’t expecting Hanzo to speak to him either. Hanzo shrugged. “Average. At best.” He set his cake down on top of the ORCA wing, then leapt to the bridge that connected its outer doors to her interior. He rolled, landing in a crouch, then jumped down a few more bridges to finally land where the two of them were standing.

“Average?” Cassidy snarled, but with Lena present, and feeling a bit ridiculous, he returned Peacekeeper to her holster. Hanzo shrugged. “I have seen better form from my brother when we were boys.” His dark eyes were even more fearsome up close, cutting deep into Cassidy’s own like a chiseler with a long awaited statue of marble. “Hardly worthy to raise my own weapon.” That does it—

“If ya ain’t gonna to fight me like a man, I ain’t gonna kill you like a coward. At least I got honor.” Hanzo’s posture went from relaxed to a viper on the attack in nanoseconds, and like the snake he lashed, grabbing Cassidy by the serape his expression twisting into something venomous.

“What do you know of honor?” He hissed, low enough in the back of his throat. However Cassidy wasn’t in a mood to be afraid. So he snarled right back. “Enough ta know not ta be a gotdamn kinslayer.” 

Hanzo tossed his serape out of his hand, making Cassidy stumble back into the hangar railing. His metal hand reached out to keep balance, bending the bar so hard part of it snapped. Hanzo pushed past Lena before she could say anything else. 

“Cole…” She started, distress clear on her face. Cassidy breathed out hard through his nose. He told himself he wasn’t going to let his emotions get the best of him. Told himself he wouldn’t interact with Hanzo unless he had to. And here he was, breaking his own code. Breathe Cole. He told himself. Fucking breathe. 

“I’m gonna check the fucking plane.” He grumbled, leaving Lena wringing her hands on the hangar walkway.

#ff: cage #ren writing #yeehan #cole cassidy #hanzo shimada #fanfiction #cole cassidy x hanzo shimada #overwatch #ovw #overwatch 2 #mlm

[offbranddrpepsi]

Could we have pregnant reader x harbor hc's where harbor accidently gets their s/o pregnant but they decide to keep it and they just go straight to shopping on day one.

fuck yeah ya can

Harbor is at first very stressed but is also really excited. He is more of a fun uncle but certainly doesn't mind being a father.

Harbor would want to keep your relationship as well as the fact hes the dad from Valorant. They end up eventually learning you are pregnant but excepting the lie that it was someone back home you don't want to talk about. Sage advocates for you staying on base and eventually taking off base leave once it gets close to the baby being born so you can have the care you need without any danger. She is happy when Harbor volunteers to help look after you and even more happy when the rest of the agents come to help when he isn't able. Its really in character for him to help out with this so no one really suspects anything and some agents are even more accepting of his willingness when they found out he has older sisters with kids.

When it does come time for you to leave base Brimstone asks him to go with you since you both already have a schedule and you seem the most comfortable with him helping out out of all of the agents (save for maybe Sage herself but they need her a lot more than him). Brim wants to make sure no one tries to target you so who better to send as a bodyguard than Harbor? He escaped chase multiple times and has amazing defensive powers so it makes even more sense

Once you two touchdown in your home town all he can talk about is getting stuff for the baby which you are happy to indulge. After keeping it on the back burner for so long he can FINALLY just be excited and with you.

The other agents came together to give you a generous gift since they can't really hold a baby shower for you with how busy everyone is and probably wont be able to see the little one for a while so what better way to help out than with more than enough funds?

After taking a little break you two head out to pick up any and everything you need.

Harbor coos over EVERYTHING and it really hits him this isn't just a kid its HIS kid.

This man really goes through the entire store in every single age group from infant to toddler and picks out entire little wardrobes with you. He wants to make sure that, even with missions, both of you can spend as much time with the little one as possible without having to worry about running out to grab clothes or little things like bottles.

Would be a dork and get the baby clothes that matched your own and that had little joke phrases on it mostly relating to water of course.

does discuss names with you as well and brings up getting stuff with the babies name on it or initials. Is understanding if you don't want the baby having his last name, since that makes it pretty obvious, and voices a bunch that use both yours and his last name as well as always wanting your opinion

goes for gender neutral things as well as items that are durable or easy to toss. Basically he goes for the crib that can turn into a standard bed while also getting several of the same onesie incase one gets ruined. He wants to be prepared as well as have you all set up incase he can't help out or something happens to him. He also goes for stuff that can be transported easily since you do still want to be an agent and moving stuff from your home to the base should be easy to do with or without help.

Harbor steps away either when you're resting or when you are busy deciding between items to go get and get stuff for you. I always imagine him being a mommas boy with older sisters that had kids when he was younger so he knows how hard the time after birth can be. He calls up his mom, and maybe a sister or two, and tells them about everything so he knows what type of stuff to grab for you so you can be as happy and comfortable as possible.

Even after you get absolutely everything you could need, at least for now, he is always ready to go out and grab anything you ask for.

He even prepares for if it ends up being more than one baby and jokes to you about it

One of his other precautions is making sure the people looking for him don't find you or the baby instead. Outside of his family (and yours if you are close enough to share this with them) no one knows he is having a kid with you and he wants it to stay that way until he can ensure your safety.

Gets himself subtle things to match you and the baby. Mostly bracelets that he braids with you that all of you can wear.

#harbor x reader #valorant harbor #valorant headcanons #harbor headcanons #valorant harbor headcanons #valorant harbor x reader

[deckervsdracula]

my tekken 8 guest roster

mike ehrmantraut

travis touchdown

wormmon

the mushroom cousin from we love katamari

special agent jack decker

kizaru from one piece

neelix

kingdom hearts 1 pinocchio

that bob odenkirk pudding character from tom goes to the mayor

badlands chugs

bob dylan specifically 1980s bob dylan

neil hamburger

lorne malvo from fargo

leland palmer

a bedbug from my bedbugs

the bicentennial man

robert z'dar as zeist

WC fields

Gooby

[joe9cool]

Collide-Justin Herbert-22

A/N: This is fiction, I do not know the LA Chargers or anyone associated with them.

Sunday night football was something else.

AnnSophie and Sara were once again at Joe and Alisha's house. It was them and a few other castmates. The food spread was ridiculous. The drinks were pouring and it was only pregame.

This was a big game for the Chargers. She had been on twitter and saw Emmaunel Acho call Justin a 'social media quarterback' followed up by a dumb song. 

She was a hothead, she didn't like people she loved getting critiqued plus he was taking it too far in her opinion.

The first period was frustrating. But the good news was the Chargers defense was holding up really well. Joe echoed Sara's thoughts. "Our defense is actually good, and now our offense can't get shit done. Fucking Lombardi." Joe muttered before taking a shot.

One thing she learned quickly was that no real Chargers fan liked the Offensive Coordinator. Even Justin expressed severe frustration at moments. Well he never spoke about it openly to her, but she knew. The second period things started happening as Justin threw a touchdown pass to Mike. The whole room erupted in cheers! "Fuck you Emmanuel!" Sara hollered as everyone laughed. Okay, maybe she was feeling the Truly's she was drinking. She went over to the snack table and began to fill her plate up. She saw AnnSophie in the corner on her phone. 

"Who are you speaking to?" Startled, her friend almost dropped her phone. "What do you mean?"

Erika joined the girls and spoke. "You've been glued to your phone the entire night. I'm surprised you're even here. You don't care about football." Sara didn't tell Erika about AnnSophie's past with Joey. It wasn't her story to tell.  She went back to the question at hand. "So who is it?"

AnnSophie shrugged as she slipped her phone into the pocket of her jeans. "It's my agent, I have to be up early Tuesday to shoot the Ralph Lauren campaign. It was suspicious, her friend was smiling and giggling the entire time. Sara decided to just drop it. "It sucks that you're leaving tomorrow. I know it's selfish of me, but stay an extra week"

AnnSophie laughed. "I wish, but my mom and step-dad are bringing Lexi up to NY Tuesday. I'm going to try to get in contact with George about taking her another time."

This time their other castmate Samira stepped in. "Jesus, I'm sorry he's a damn deadbeat. He was the one all excited about having her, then he cheats on you and doesn't want to be a dad because you broke up with him."

AnnSophie shook her head. "It is what it is. I've decided that if he doesn't shape up by the end of 2023 I want to pursue full custody. I have saved all of the texts and proof that he is an absent father, and that Lexi would be better off without him. I mean all he did was throw her a birthday party and didn't even spend time with her?"

Sara sighed. She felt so bad for her goddaughter. She deserved a dad who would put her first. 

Erika cut in. "Well we will see you soon! You will be coming back in April for filming of the show. Everyone will be reunited, speaking of coming back. Sara, Justin knows you're leaving on January 5th? That's less than a month away."

She was stunned, that was out of left field. "I mean obviously we discussed it. We are doing long distance. I won't be gone the whole three months. I will be back at the end of January for the Fenty show. That's what? A week? We could spend time together."

Erika shook her head. "Yes but the Fenty fashion show has press. There's a pre show dinner you must attend. Plus Justin won't be in the playoffs. He probably will be in Oregon, or on a boys trip. I don't see how you can make it work

Maybe it was alcohol, or that her best friend decided to be out of pocket all of the sudden. "Is there something you want to talk about?"

Erika took a sip of her drink. "I'm just saying, you've only been together for what? Six months? And I know you've been working on your issues, but I'm just saying. I don't think it's gonna help that you're far away."

"Well we've matured alot, and now it's none of your business." Sara was clenching her plate, to the point where everything almost spilled over. Erika rebutted. "Well it is our business. We don't want to see you all heartbroken like Harry."

"Who the fuck do yo-"

"TOUCHDOWN!" The guys yelled. Samira grabbed Sara. "Okay guys let's get back to the game!" She didn't realize how much time had passed. They were at the end of the second quarter and Ekeler had managed to get the Chargers in a comfortable lead.

She saw Erika out the corner of her eye sulking in a corner. What the fuck was that about? It was supposed to be a good night and here she was trying to start a fight. Now granted, Sara and Erika had many fights over their twelve years of friendship. But it was always resolved quickly. What was all of the sudden so pressing? Especially when she thought about that incident in New York in front of her fans. 

During the end of halftime, Sara approached. "Hey" She stopped when Erika stood up straight. "I don't want to fight, and I apologize for the aggressive tone. But I just want to talk." Erika relaxed. "I'm sorry Sara, I was just upset." Sara was confused. "What is it about me and Justin?" Erika rolled her eyes. "It's not always about you and Justin okay? I'm going through personal issues with my family. But I always listen to your problems."

Sara was stunned. "Erika, I'm sorry that I made you feel that way. We just tell each other everything and that's how it's always been. You know you can just vent to me whenever you feel like it. Just call me up and say you need to talk about your family."

It was what bonded them together freshman year of high school. Erika's family wasn't wealthy, and her dad was too prideful to ask for money, even though the Wozniak's would offer to help them he would always refuse. Sara would always have Erika at her house for dinner, and make sure to give tons of leftovers for her parents and brother. "Erika, is it money or something they need?"

Her friend shook her head. "No, you pay me more than enough to send them some money. It's just my parents are always fighting, when I came home for Thanksgiving things just got worse. I think they might be heading for a divorce."

Sara hugged her friend. "Erika, I'm so sorry. Please don't feel like you can't tell me anything. I've been selfish, so wrapped up in Justin I haven't been talking to much outside of work."

Erika smiled. "I could have just sat you down and told you." Sara nodded. "Well AnnSophie leaves tomorrow. Why don't we have a day Tuesday where we just hang out? No work, no boys, nothing."

Erika smiled and looked at the television behind them. "You're gonna be exhausted after celebrating this win." Sure enough. The guys were hollering as the Chargers made a good field goal. Sara smiled. "I'll make sure to be energized for tomorrow."

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"Alright guys tomorrow is Victory Monday! So enjoy it off! You guys earned it!" The group cheered as everyone began to get ready to go home. Justin was finished with media commitments and needed a nice long shower. He did a quick scrub off but wanted a real long bubble bath with a certain brunette that was waiting for him.

He grabbed all of his things and began to head out of the tunnel to the players lot. Justin walked by some media as he passed. He saw Taylor standing in the corner and began a light jog. His name was called as he kept running.

Quickly he got to the parking lot into his car. Taking a deep breath, he opened his texts.

Proud of you baby cakes.

He smiled and rolled his eyes. Sara was teasing him a few days ago about pet names. 

I'll pick up some food, you better be waiting naked for me.

He groaned when he got the text

I'm at Joe's house with the girls. Come pick me up. I rode with Erika

He had punched in the address Sara gave him into his navigation system and began driving.

Justin pulled up to the restaurant first and got their dishes. He got his favorite pasta and a salad and chicken Alfredo with their favorite canoli's. Maybe they can workout tomorrow.

He pulled up outside Joe's house expecting Sara to be waiting for him, however the front door opened and Joe came running out. "Get your fucking ass inside." Justin laughed. "Where's Sara?"

"Inside, I told her to stay there. You thought you could just pick her up and leave? No sir! Not after that performance!"Joe opened the driver's side and pulled Justin out of the car. He let himself be dragged by the shorter, inebriated man into the house. Once he entered, the group of five cheered loudly. He blushed, while Sara laughed and went up to him. Expecting a simple hug from him she squealed as he picked her up and swung her around the room. Planting a big kiss on her. The room hooped and hollered at the couple. Justin tasted the alcohol on her lips and knew she had a few herself.

Once they pulled away Sara smiled. "That was so fucking sexy of you to throw for almost 400yards in front of bitch ass Emmaunel Acho." He threw his head back and laughed loudly, not expecting his girlfriend to be so opinionated. 

Before they knew it, Justin had a shot glass in his hand, filled with a clear fluid that would be tequila. Joe shouted "To our social media quarterback taking off to the playoffs!" They all put their glasses in the air and cheered and took their shots. Justin made a face as the liquid burned his throat. Still holding Sara, she whispered into his ear. "So fucking sexy. You know I've always found you hot in uniform."

He growled low so know one would hear him. He spoke Into her lips. "Hmm I'm off tomorrow." He felt a pair of eyes on them, but didn't pay too much attention.  Sara turned around and addressed the group "Okay guys we are taking off"

"NOO! He just got here! We need to celebrate!" Joe started to pour another shot but Alisha stopped him. "You have had enough celebrating. You have a meeting with your agent tomorrow and you're going to have a massive headache." He protested as Alisha dragged him into the bedroom. It was a sign that the party ended, they all thanked the couple for hosting and to do this next week if they didn't go to the game. 

Before Sara got into Justin's car she yelled at AnnSophie. "Your flight is in the afternoon. I can take you." Her friend shook her head. "No need actually."

"Oh is Erika taking you?" She looked over at the other girl who was just as confused as Sara. AnnSophie smiled. "I have a driver coming. Enjoy your night and day. I will see you for the Fenty Show!" Sara ran over and hugged her friend. "Call me when you get back to New York, and Lexi's Christmas gifts will be in the mail." She hugged Erika "Don't forget Tuesday."

"Don't worry, I'll have a wheelchair rented and ready. " They both looked back at Justin, who was fidgeting with impatience. Sara laughed and hugged Erika, before going back to Justin’s silver porsche. Justin opened the door for her and helped her in as she was still feeling the drinks. “I have the food so you can sober up.” She reached over the middle to kiss his cheek, Justin smiled. “Baby please sit in your seat.”

“I really want to give you road head so bad.” Her hand went towards his crotch but he grabbed her hand with his larger one and placed a kiss to the back of it. “Not right now, as soon as we get home you can get on your knees.” She felt the wetness in between her legs.

Maybe she was drunk,or super horny, but it seemed like Justin pulled into his driveway faster than he normally would. He got out and grabbed the bags before helping Sara out and heading into his house. Nova hopped off the table (which she wasn’t supposed to be on) and walked up to them. Well Sara because she got on her knees and gathered the cat in her arms “Oh my baby! I missed you!” She kissed her soft fur. Justin rolled his eyes. “Hi Nova, I’m here too." He muttered sarcastically. He could have sworn that the cat glared at him as she was soaking up attention from her favorite human.

Once Nova was satisfied and walked away Justin dragged her over to the kitchen table to eat. They discussed the game, and she went over what happened at the party. Justin smiled as she quoted Joe's antics during key moments and his comments.

"I feel bad ya know? Joe is a good guy. It's just he's very-" 

Sara cut him off "boisterous? Obnoxious? Life of the party?" They shared a laugh. "Trust me I know. I've spent 12 hour days with him for four years."

"I'm glad Mike RSVPed for me." He smiled and Sara’s heart skipped a beat. "I'm glad I approached you, cause I know your ass wouldn't have." He laughed. "How long are you going to give me shit for not approaching you?"

"For the rest of my life." Justin liked the sound of that. He liked it a lot. "I'm sure I'll get shit from Mitch too."

Sara was quiet. Justin starred. "What's wrong?"

"My mother texted me. She wants me to come down for Christmas. To Pittsburgh."

Justin's face hardened. "I don't think you should go." He said in an angry voice. Sara was shocked. His tone changed. "I don't want to see you get hurt. After your Aunt and dad said to you."

"My mom says that Aunt Willa is going to the Hamptons with her husband's family. As well as my dad, he will probably be working in his study working on the Market for the new year." 

"My family is coming down, including Mitch and his girlfriend. I would like you to meet them, also you're leaving soon after, and I would like to spend as much time as possible." He looked down at his plate. "If you want to go, that's fine, I don't want to stop you. It's just I don't want to see you get hurt."

Tears gathered in her eyes and she got up to sit on his lap. "Baby, I'm not going. I know it upset my mom and sisters, but they understand. I would love to meet Mitch and his girlfriend. Oh my god that reminds me." 

She jumped up and out of the extra drawer in the kitchen she grabbed pen and paper. "I got to order gifts and everything. You must tell me what your parents want. Also what about your brothers?" She was scribbling away.

"Also food? Ooh I could bake or make a turkey." Justin got up and kissed her mid ramble about food allergies. "Stop. It will be fine. We don't really exchange gifts, maybe some small trinkets. As for food, My mom is ordering from the place down the road we like. If you want to make something for dessert that's fine." He smiled. "It's a no stress Christmas. That's how we always did it."

She smiled and wrapped her arms around him. "God we are total opposites. Christmas was fun, but everything was a big show you know?"

Justin cleared his throat. "Not to be nosey, but how much money do your parents have?"

She forgot he never looked stuff up about her. "Well I've always disclosed that my parents were wealthy. And that even though my parents were not supportive of me pursuing the arts and acting, I still had a security net if things failed. If I had told my dad I was quitting acting and going to business school he would have paid for everything in full."

She pulled away from Justin and pushed herself up on the counter. "My dad has investments in a few properties and my mom, though she didn't have as much money she got inheritances from family in the past. My parents are comfortable. I don't know how much exactly, but if I had to guess with all of the properties and stuff probably around five million."

His eyes widened. Yeah his parents took vacations and they were able to put them through sports and stuff, he and his brothers were responsible for their colleges and cars. Even then, Mitch refused to let Justin help him with student loans due to medical school. That was just who they were. They didn't want handouts, they wanted to earn everything. Call it a pride thing, but to the Herbert's, there was no better feeling than having that proclamation that you did it all yourself.

Justin tried to think of something to say without being rude. "I'm assuming your sisters have the same personality as you. How did you guys stay so humble? I've met people who are in sports who are so entitled."

Sara shook her head. "My parents always made us earn extra things. We got our basic necessities and then some. But when we got to sixteen we had to get jobs. Yes, we got our own cars once we got our license. But we had to help with insurance, and pay for our own gas. Still we realized that some of our classmates had to get jobs to help families with bills and it was so we could have money for clothes, makeup, and concerts." She laughed. 

He shook his head. "I'm sure you guys were constantly fighting over clothes."

"Well the others were. I couldn't," She looked down. "I have hips, and a stomach. Katie told me I took all the tits." He laughed while he squeezed her breasts. "Thank God for that." They kissed and it deepened. She moaned as he put his hand underneath her shirt to feel her breasts. He broke the kiss and she whined, wanting more. "Go to the bedroom, I'll clean all of this up." Referring to the "mess" on the kitchen counter. She rolled her eyes. Justin was such a neat freak that he couldn't just take her right there right now.

As she was going to the bedroom she yawned, the excitement of the day getting to her, along with all the drinks. She washed her makeup off, did her skincare, got naked (he was probably going to rip off her undergarments anyways) and she laid on the bed. Her eyes began to droop instantly and she forced herself to sit up to try to fight it off. When Justin entered the room he noticed immediately how tired she was.

He got undressed, and then slid under the covers. "Baby I thought we were going to-"

Justin kissed her. "Let's get some sleep first." She hummed and got underneath the covers. She cuddled up to Justin and felt something heavy on her back. She laughed when she heard his voice. "Jeez Nova." She smiled up at him. "She's fine. It feels good on my back." It didn't take long for all of them to fall asleep.

Sara woke up to the sound of running. There was ruckus in the next room. She sat up and looked over. Justin was on his back, sound asleep. She reached over and put on her glasses, her eyes still needing to adjust to the pitch black room.

Not too long after she discovered the noise. Nova scurried in and out, looking like a brown fluff ball zooming past her. She ran back in and jumped on the bed before jumping off and running out of the room. She silently giggled before getting out of bed gently so as not to disturb her partner and went to the kitchen. Nova was now running on the couch. Sara smiled at the sight. 

"Nova," she whispered. The Bengal glanced at her. "You need to not wake daddy up." She got herself a glass of water and went to sit next to the hyper cat. She looked around and noticed Nova didn't have a cat tree to climb. Well now she knew what to get the feline for Christmas.

Sara opened her laptop on the coffee table and went to Amazon. She didn't have to search long before she found a big cat tree with many shelves and hiding spots. Typing in Justin's address she clicked order, along with a few toys for her. 

She checked the status of other orders and saw the delivery date of gifts to her friend and sister's houses. Sara browsed for something for Mark, Holly, Patrick, and Mitch. She was at a loss.

Out of the corner of her eye she noticed the Tumblr tab opened to the blog she looked up when she first did her research on him. Despite saying she was past that there was a curiosity growing inside of her to look at the blog and see if anything was said about a potential relationship between her and Justin. As she went to click on the blog, Nova jumped on her lap and mowed. Forgetting the task she cuddled the cat. "Aww baby you tired yourself out with your zoomies"

"I forgot she even did that." Sara jumped and turned around to see Justin smiling in the doorway of his room. She laughed. "Why do you always scare me like that? How long have you been up?" He shook his head and took a seat on the couch next to her. Quickly she slammed the laptop closed. He raised an eyebrow at her. "What's the matter?"

She put the computer down. "I was ordering Christmas gifts and I don't want you to see." He smiled and grabbed her to lay her down with him on top of her. Her running her hands through his hair. "I need to cut it." He muttered

As much as she loved long hair she agreed. "Yeah you do." He smiled up at her. "Will you shave it off for me?"

She rolled her eyes. "Absolutely not. Do not get that cadet cut everyone again."

He laughed. "Can I get it short though?"

She thought about it. "Fine, I'll get used to it I guess." He laid his head back down. "I'll miss you so much." He muttered and Sara's heart broke. They only had less than three weeks left. As much as she tried to push it in the back of her mind she did dwell on it. She kissed the top of his head. "I'll facetime you everyday. You will be sick of me. Also I've been thinking." It was something she always wanted to do but being in the public eye with any relationship was a big risk. One wrong move and it could end up ruining both of their lives. But she trusted Justin, and wanted to do this with no one but him.

"We could make a sex tape." He stilled for a minute, and Sara wondered if she should eat her words until he sat up to look at her. "You mean film us having sex?" She nodded. "I think that's the definition of a sex tape. I mean, it would be something for us to enjoy while we are away from each other."

He looked down and she stammered. "I mean we sorta already crossed the line when we had phone sex and sent nudes."

He had forgotten about that. He deleted the picture of Sara's breasts from his phone and made sure to go to his icloud when he came down from post nut clarity. No one should see his love the way he sees her.

"I mean it would be hot, but filming on what?" He didn't want to use their phones.

She smiled.. "an old fashioned cam recorder. We make a cd and keep it in a lockbox." His eyes widened. "Wow, you're prepared" He didn't mean it negatively but he saw her face drop and quickly backtracked. "I just meant that you've been thinking about this." Her face relaxed and she laughed. "Well I'm going to be honest, you're the only one I trust making one with." 

His heart soared at those words. They spent the rest of the early morning with pros and cons of making tape. They fell asleep with them still being on the fence.

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"So how was spending the off day with Justin?" Erika asked as they waited to be called for their facials. As promised, Sara took her friend and assistant out to a nice breakfast and a workout class before getting a mini spa day. "I'm surprised you can walk." Erika laughed, and she joined in. "I mean we did it early in the day. Then some of his friends came over for a small BBQ."

"Look at you being so domestic. Can you believe how much has changed since the pandemic?" It was true, before the pandemic her, Erika, and AnnSophie were constantly out clubbing in LA. When they were in NYC they were joined by Bella and Samira and they would be photographed at the hottest nightclubs. Once Harry and Sara were linked they were out at all the New York and London Hotspots. "Hey not to bring this up." Erika interrupted Sara's thinking. "But I saw Harry was back in Los Angeles."

Her friend was confused. "Didn't he just finish touring for two years? Why isn't he in London?" Erika shrugged. "Beats me. Maybe he is working on something."

Sara tried not to think of Harry and Olivia splitting. She didn't want him back by any means. She was happy, she had Justin. But Harry had contacted her before the breakup, would he come on stronger? And if so, what did he actually want? He was a persistent man. When he wanted something, he had to have it. 

Her train of thought broke when they were called and their skin was prepped. They chose a gold caviar facial. To be honest Sara would always see this stuff being done on the Kardashians and would laugh, but it piqued her interest. She also was scheduled for laser hair removal as well. They didn't talk much as the facials and treatments were getting done. Once they were out their skin was glowing and they felt rejuvenated.

They had lunch at a local hot spot while others looked on and photographers snapped away. It was a nice day, and Sara decided to spend the evening with her as well. She gave Justin a heads up since he was going to be at the practice facility. He replied back with 'k' and she knew he wasn't happy but understood she wanted to spend time with her friends.

In the evenings she and Erika made goofy tiktoks and drank while watching shitty reality television while they gossiped. It was a good night.

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SoFi was party central. It was the company’s annual Christmas party, where all of the influences were socializing and taking advantage of the press and blogs. Kristen rolled her eyes at all of them. Granted, she did have a large following considering she was a college athlete. But these people were just treating every single corner like a photoshoot. Even at the damn snack table, she couldn't even reach her hand to grab a cracker because everyone had their phones to record an Instagram video.

Ignoring the glares, she poured a glass of the spiked punch and filled her plate up before she walked away.

And almost into another body.

Kristen's drink spilled a little on her wrist. "Oh my god I'm so sorry!" A soft male voice took a napkin and started dabbing. She smiled. "It's fine, it's only the wrist."

"No seriously, let me get you another drink. Before she could protest she saw him walk over to the table and interrupt all the others still taking video and pictures to fill another glass. He came back over and handed it to her. "It's the least I can do."

Kristen smiled and took it. "Thanks." After a few awkward minutes she decided to start up the conversation. "So you work for the company or?"

"Oh no! I'm a photographer with OK! Magazine.I do all of the events that celebrities and influences go to, and as you can see there is no shortage here." He gestured to the table he just came from. She laughed. "What about you?"

"I do the marketing here at SoFi." He nodded. "How do you like it?"

"I love it! I just moved to Los Angeles from Colorado so it's a culture change."

The man smiled. "Oh I bet, growing up in cold weather to sunny LA? That's a change."

"Oh I'm not from Colorado. I was born and raised in Eugene Oregon. I played sports at the University of Oregon."

The man's interest seemed to grow. "Really? Oh I've been searching Oregon for some project and I've decided to take my boyfriend there on vacation. Is Eugene a good place?"

Kristen was excited, finally someone in this town was interested to know about her home state. "Well to be honest, Eugene isn't a place for tourists unless you want to spend time at the University. I would say more on the outskirts of Portland is your area."

They spoke more about the area, not realizing how much time had passed until David approached. "Hey babe, I'm sorry, I was exploring the arena. You know they let us go on the field!" He wrapped his arm around her. "Actually your boss is looking for you to get everything ready for the charity event."

"Oh Jeez! I forgot about that." She looked at the guy she had been talking to. "It was nice talking to you and thank you for the drink!" She went to leave but then remembered something "Oh my gosh I'm so sorry I don't think we got each other's names." She stuck her hand out. "I'm Kristen"

The man smiled and shook it.

"I'm Jack Lange."

A.N. Hey I said I’d get them through the Holiday’s. You all remember Jack?

#Justin Herbert #alexa writes collide #sara and justin canon #nfl imagine #nfl #los angeles chargers

[insidethestardc]

Grading the Cowboys’ rookies: Deuce Vaughn, Luke Schoonmaker shine in Week 2 After a very quiet NFL debut last week in New York, the Dallas Cowboys’ rookie class showed signs of life in Sunday’s 30-10 win over the Jets. Deuce Vaughn picked up two big first downs on a scorin... #DallasCowboys

[oni-official]

on a slightly less joking note what are your procedures for biological contamination via germ or other infectious agent

General procedure across the military has a standardised process for quarantine, decontamination, interaction with the infected, disposal of the deceased and any other biological waste that may prove to be an infection vector and research of the pathogen. Additionally, large scale evacuation plans and service zones for medical centers are in place. The Office itself maintains a standing bioweapons team for rapid response to the threat posed by bioweapons. They are thankfully not often called upon, with the recent notable exceptions of the human-targeted bioweapon detonated on Sedra and the Flood touchdown on Earth. On Sedra, the weapon did not seem to utilise microorganisms nor was it infectious in the traditional sense - while a quarantine zone was set up and all above measures were taken, it seemed more radiological in nature.

As for the Flood, well.

That presented a quite unique challenge, we weren't quite ready to fight infections in such a...

A literal sense.

#halo #oni

[flurrys-creativity]

WIP List Tag Game

Tagged by the lovely @proudahgase-got7

Tagging: @toikiii @defwoodz @limjaeseven @aura-mp3 @star-lemonade @sanjoongie @moccahobi @yutasthetic @wordycerty @strayed-quokka @pastelracha @leelysian @baekhyyun @dokyeomblr

I think some of you already posted their wip list.. so ignore the tag if you already did 🙏🙈

I got like two lists and both are long.. 😅 have fun and feel free to ask about them 🙏🥰

Game (Truth or Dare with Youngjae)

Turner (Taehyung as the new W. Turner)

Villain (Cruella de Vil but Wooyoung ooooor Hongjoong)

Brian (What am I? Young K)

Poison (vampire ateez)

Touchdown (hybrid college au JK)

Spy (spy x family johnny)

Pirate (pirate ateez)

Freeze (mafia stray kids)

Drunk (changkyun being not "that" drunk)

Poly (cleopatra pwp au with svt)

Lurking (assassin au with jinyoung)

Android (namjoon being an android in love)

Metanoia (fantasy au with pyromaniac yoongi)

Woozi (asylum au based on scenes from ruby mv)

Mirmirlidi (mark x reader x johnny humour)

Lachrymose (Mark as Rocket Racoon)

Wabi-sabi (taehyung hybrid au)

Orphic (jin merfolk au)

Speak (namjoon idol au)

Lawyer (kibum is a sassy lawyer)

Doctor (johnny as a doctor)

Apaixonar (jackson chaebol au)

Sciamachy (hoseok secret agent au)

Gentle (yeosang being a gentle criminal)

Found (found family with bts)

Alien (extraterrestrial idol contacts reseacher reader)

Dépaysement (hybrid apocalyptic au with San)

Kvanity (bucket list event)

Brute (bm being a soft brute)

Desideratum (bang chan idol au)

Cheetah (cheetah hybrid needs dog hybrid as an anxiety helper)

Fox (jimin hybrid au)

Now we come to my random ass ideas that are always based on a single picture...

Starting upper left:

Merfolk!Taehyung innocently drowning human reader

Pwp emperor concubine/servant dynamic

Upper middle:

Based on the movie rock of ages the scenes with the songs "wanted dead or alive" + "i wanna know what love is"

Upper right:

Big Hero 6 au with yunho as tadashi and wooyoung as hiro...

Spy academy e2l with seonghwa

Lower left:

Pwp emperor!minghao concubine/servant dynamic

Pilot academy e2l joshua

Demon contract au with wonwoo

Gang Au with jun

Arranged marriage king!joshua

Fae!prince!jeonghan

Alice in wonderland with jun

Sherlock holmes/detective au with joshua

Beauty and the beast joshua

Cinderella au with svt

Knight dokyeom getting annoyed with royal reader

Lower right:

Bartender jaebeom or neighbour jaebeom during laundry day pwp

Mafia au with jinyoung

Bad boy jinyoung

Romeo and juliet au with jinyoung

Pilot academy e2l jackson

Exes2lovers drunk worried jinyoung

Once again feel free to send in asks to any of those ideas/wips. I have for all of them sooo much trivia stuff and many scene ideas and I would gladly share them! To hype you up and hype me up and get like super excited about it and basically immediately sit down and write it 😅

#tagged #tag game #so many ideas #and basically no time #sigh #flurry things

[angelsoneshots]

“Friendship isn’t in the battle manual” Ghost x Soap x OC

~Holy crap so it’s the first one I’ve decided to put in here. I write a lot for comfort but why not to publish, right? Sorry for any mistake, english isn’t my first language. x~

Summary: Soap and Anna are friends since their first mission and now Anna is assigned to work with him and Ghost. 

It’s been a long day for 141. Especially for Ghost and Soap who had to lead an operation. Here they were heading back to the base with an extra addition to the team. The sun started to rise up already making the interior of a chopper slightly majestic with orange and yellow colors.

“Are we there yet?” quiet irritated voice of Anna, special agent that was assigned to help the team interrupted peaceful sound of silence.

“Not yet.” Soap soft voice answered the question. “Here.” He said making his way to the seat next her. “You can use my shoulder.” He sat down as Anna let her head rest on Soap’s shoulder. That wasn’t their first mission together. They met three years ago while he still was part of SAS. They trusted each other with their life since their first mission when Anna literally saved his life by jumping onto him and made him drop on the floor just in time when sniper had a red spot on him.

“Thanks, Soap.” She said quietly and shuffled to get closer to him. He didn’t mind having her close. This action caused Ghost to leaned forward to Soap and Anna and tilted his head a little to the left.

“Friendship isn’t in the battle manual, Johnny.” He said with his raspy voice.

“Neither is mask making, Ghost.” Anna mumbled under her nose doesn’t bother to give L.t a look. He straighten up and looked quickly at Soap who tried so hard not to laugh but he failed miserably. “Shut up, Soap, fucking hell.”

“That was funny.” Man with a mohawk said still chuckling. “Come on, we’re friends, ay?” Ghost stared at Soap for a short moment and rolled his eyes. “Well only my friends can call me Johnny.”

“Wait, Skull face has a heart?” Anna said smirking and this time she looked at Ghost, her head still resting on Soap’s shoulder.

“A cold one.” Ghost answered. “How long you know each other?” He asked with thick accent.

“Three years.” Soap said with a light smile. “She saved my life, y’know?” Ghost looked at Anna and she just shrugged.

“Not a big deal.” She said and sat up.

“You got shot in process.” Soap said looking at his friend on the right. “So then I had to save your ass.” They both let a laugh and she punched him slightly in the arm causing him to fake gasped.

“Fake ass bitch.” She said and shuffled in her sit now looking at Ghost. “How long you two know each other?” She asked him tilting her head to the right.

“Since Las Almas.” He said in low voice. “So a year, saved his ass too.” He pointed at Soap and he just let a chuckle.

“Telling me to keep all the blood inside wasn’t really saving me.” Soap said laughing and Anna just nod in approval at Ghost.

“Couldn’t gave better advise.” She said and she could swear Ghost slightly smiled under his mask and balaclava. Little did she know he really did that.

“So we’ll be working together for a while now.” He said and Anna gave him a nod smiling. “This can be interesting.” Pilot’s voice was now heard on the speaker signalizing that they’re approaching the base. They put their seatbelts on and waited patiently for a touchdown. Chopper slightly landed so the team could leave. The only thing Anna could think of now was a shower and a set of fresh clothes.

When she got in her room she put her back on the door and let deep exhale. She lifted the ham of her shirt reviling a cut on the right side of her stomach. The blood already drained, the wound wasn’t deep but it started to sting a little. Anna went to took a quick shower and put fresh clothes on. The wound started to bleed slightly, so she had to improvise and pressed the towel to it. She left the showers and started to walk straight to her bedroom. Ghost was taking his way to freshen up as he passed next to Anna with towel weirdly pressed to her side.

“You alright?” He asked turning around. The question made her stop and she turned around too.

“Just a scratch.” She said and gave him quick smile. “I’ll ask Soap if he could help me with patching it up.” She pointed behind her with her left thumb and wanted to head out.

“Johnny’s filling up the reports with Price.” He said and pointed at the towel. “Come on, I’ll help you with that.”

“It’s okay, you were heading to take a shower, I can wait for Jo-“

“Shower won’t run but blood will. Come on.” He said nodding with his head to the direction of the rooms. “You have your med kit?” She gave him slight nod and they went into Anna’s room. Ghost closed the door behind him and placed his things on the chair. She gave him the kit. “Lay down.” She did as he told. Ghost gently took the towel of the wound. Blood started to dry again but quite a lot soaked into the material already. “You don’t need stitches but a bandage should help.”

“I figured that, doc.” She let out a chuckle and  Ghost gave her a quick look as he took one of the gazes.

“You always sarcastic when you’re bleeding?” he asked and took the bandage of the med kit.

“Pretty much, yeah.” She said and now it was Ghost who let out a chuckle, well for like a huff actually but it was close enough.

“I need you to put the shirt  a little up, ‘kay?” His accent was thick. Anna took the ham of her white shirt and lifted it up just enough for Ghost to access the wounded side. “Help a little bit, will ya?” He asked and placed his right hand on Anna’s waist and lifted it a little making her back arch slightly. “Stay like that for a moment.” He said and started to wrapping her up with the bandage. He was quick.

“Will I live?” Anna asked and this time Ghost really laughed and shook his head looking at her.

“I did my best, so you better.” She gave him a soft smile which he returned but was covered with his balaclava. That went it hit her. He was only in his black balaclava with a skull print on it. No mask. “So you and Johnny are friends beside army too?”

“Yeah. We’re grew pretty close through the years.” She sat up next to Ghost. “Are you two? And don’t tell me you’re not friends cause that’s some bullshit.” Ghost gave a small nod.

“Yeah. He’s the only one who ever addressed me by my name.” He said and looked his eyes with Anna’s. Her smiled widened and he could feel she was about to say something stupid.

“So Ghost isn’t your real name?” She in fact did said something stupid. “Shocking.” Still looking into her eyes Ghost smiled and this time she could tell cause of the little wrinkles around his eyes.

“It’s Simon.” He said.

“Yeah, I know.” She shrugged her shoulder and he gave her questioning look. “What? I know who I work with. L.t Simon “Ghost” Riley, wears a skull face because fuck you or classified. Whatever. I read the files and got hit with “There’s never a picture” by Price” she said with not so good Price expression. “I appreciate that you told me, I figured it’s not something you tell around.” At this sentence he shook his head as a no.

“Well your Johnny’s friend so..” He started and got up to take his shower set. “I can see you as mine too.”

Anna smiled at him with a wide smile. He got up to take the shower and while he opened the door he was met with Soap as he just raised his hand to knock on the door.

“Hi, Johnny.” He said and left to take the shower leaving Soap confused in the door with his hand still ready to knock.

“What the fuck just happened?” He asked looking between Anna and leaving Ghost. Anna laughed at his confused face and invited him inside the room.

Three months later the assignment came to and end. The whole crew were debriefing home and got ready to head back to their normal lives. Anna was zipping her backpack and had everything ready. She looked up through the room and saw Soap speaking with other soldiers and Ghost shaking hands with Price as they said they thank yous and he turned to face her. She gave him a smile, he took a deep breath and approached her.

“Gonna miss ya, blondie.” He said as he was closer to her and she gave him small laugh.

“Gonna miss ya too, big boy.” She said and she gave his left arm slight notch. “Gonna miss my stupid child too.” She said looking at Soap who was now laughing his ass off of something.

“That’s a new one to call him. I’ll use it sometime.” He said looking in the direction where Soap was but soon he looked down at Anna. “Here.” He said giving her small paper and she looked up at him confused. “That’s my number. Don’t overuse it or I’ll kick yer ass.” Her face lighten up as she took of her phone and added it to the contacts. He rolled his eyes as he saw she saved him as Big boy but she just smiled at him. “Gonna give me yours or what?” He sounded cocky.

“Only if you promise to not wake me up in the middle of the night with a meme as our Shower Gel there.” She said pointing at Johnny who now was heading in their direction and Ghost just let out a laugh a real solid laugh which caused Soap to approach them with confused look. “Don’t do that face.”

“Are you laughing?” he asked looking at Ghost and then at Anna. “How did you do that?!”

“That will be our little secret.” Ghost said giving Anna his phone so she can type in her number. Soap was now terrified.

“Stemming Jesus, I created my worst nightmare.” Johnny said as he flickered his eyes between two of his friends. Anna handed Ghost his phone. He saved the number and looked at Anna.

“You’re gonna love the name of your contact.” He said shoving the phone to his pocket with cocky voice which caused Soap to look at him with wide eyes as he heard his scary friend… flirting?

“I doubt that, but whatever, big boy.” Soap now snap his head to Anna as he heard her voice.

“What am I now? Third wheel?” He asked looking between his friends.

“I don’t remember having a date.” Anna’s sarcastic tone was followed by her laugh as she looked at Soap’s face.

“You didn’t like when I stopped  your bleeding?” Ghost asked pointing at Anna’s side where she had her wound.

“I feel really uncomfortable right now.” Soap said throwing his hands in the air and left to gather his stuff. Anna put on her backpack and turned to Ghost once again.

“Let me know when you’re home.” Ghost said and did something unexpected. He gave Anna a hug. Tucking her and her backpack easily in his arms. Soap went back for his goodbyes and saw the scene.

“STOP MAKING ME UNCOMFORTABLE.” He half screamed and Ghost let go of Anna. She went to Soap and gave him a hug too.

“If you’ll send me a meme in the middle of the night I’ll drive to your home only to kick you ass.” Anna said and Soap chuckled.

“Promise?” He teased and Anna’s laugh echoed through the room. She turned to face Ghost again.

“Bye, Simon.” She said smiling and he tilted his head slightly to the left.

“Bye, Sweetheart.” He said and Anna left the room leaving Soap with his skull face friend. Seeing John’s face Ghost just side-eyed him. “Don’t say a word.” Soap just placed his left hand on Ghost’s back and patted him.

“Can I sing it tho?” Soap asked and Ghost let out a deep breath. Johnny was now laughing manically.

“Fucking hell, Johnny.” Ghost grabbed his backpack and went straight to the door with Soap following him humming Elton John’s Can you feel the love tonight. “Thank God for balaclava.” Ghost thought to himself as his smile spread across his face.

#simon ghost riley #johnny mactavish #fanfic #oc #oneshot

[stateweek31]

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Please keep in mind that the CBP officer on the port of entry decides whether to admit non-immigrants into the United States. The details and circumstances offered at the time you apply to enter are the basis of this determination. SEVP cannot guarantee that CBP will admit or re-admit you into the United States. Academic entry requirements will vary depending on the course, degree of training, and college you want to examine at. And the only means you are able to do that is if you understand what pitfalls to look out for. So, time to get acquainted with the highest 7 failures in visa purposes, and how you can avoid them. You should have a ticket showing the exit date is before the ninety days expire. Once you've got collected your required paperwork, you'll submit them by way of your myIESabroad account on-line varieties. Additionally, you will mail the unique exhausting copy of your software to the IES Abroad Chicago office. IES Internships will submit your coaching visa software and materials to the Hong Kong Immigration Department on your behalf. Once in Georgia, you've forty-five days to get your permit sorted. To do this, you’ll want to go to the Public Service Hall in Tbilisi and hand over documents like your confirmation of enrolment, a receipt for paid tuition fees and your passport. Discussing your travel plans as quickly as attainable will allow time to ensure you have correct documentation for travel. Yes, however touring throughout this time ought to be undertaken with warning. Also, if USCIS approves your OPT software, you'll be anticipated to have your EAD in hand to re-enter the United States. Like a request for additional information, USCIS can only ship the EAD to your U.S. tackle. You can apply in a third country for a visa, but you won't be able to return to the United States till DoS issues your visa. Consideration Required! Dominican RepublicVisa requiredHolders of a visa issued by Canada, United States, United Kingdom, Ireland, Bulgaria, Croatia, Cyprus, Romania and any Schengen Area country can obtain a Tourist Card on arrival for a most keep of 30 days. United Kingdom residents can get hold of a Tourist Card on arrival for a most keep of 90 days. Need to departure by way of sure Asian airports if travelling to the United States. Need not to be under a removal or deportation order or staying in the United States longer than the licensed time if leaving the United States. In order to enter China for the permitted period of visa-free keep, residents of these international locations should merely current a passport, which has a validity interval of at least 6 months from the date of arrival, when passing via Chinese border control. Foreigners who want to enter China for tourism purposes will need an L visa, which has a duration of between 30 and 90 days. There is no provision for China visa application at the port of Entry. Whether applicants come to the embassy in individual or consign others for the visa application, the applicants ought to sign on the appliance type . Any info correction by the consignee is supposed to be confirmed by the applicant. Applicants should apply for a visa about one month before their intended date of entry into China, and they want to not apply greater than three months previous to their journey. There is not any fixed format and it could be in the type of fax, picture, photocopy, or pc printout. When you submit the Chinese Visa Application, you’re highly recommended to provide the unique invitation letter, though most times a photocopy is also accepted. Normally, the invitation letter is issued by a unit or individual who resides in China. The main contents of the letter ought to embody clear and trustworthy information about the invitee, inviter, and the planed visit. While writing the letter, the inviting get together have to examine the title and particulars of the invitation were given precisely and utterly. The Chinese Embassy and Consulates within the United State process visa functions in accordance with the Consular jurisdictions. Ruling of twenty-two July 2011 concerning the paperwork and visas required for the entry of foreigners in the territory of New Caledonia, Légifrance, consolidated version of 27 May 2018. Foreign nationals holding ordinary passports exempt from visa necessities, Ministry for Europe and Foreign Affairs of France, January 2016. GibraltarVisa requiredHolders of a legitimate visa issued by the United Kingdom do not require a visa. TurkmenistanVisa requiredHolders of passports for public affairs don't require a visa. SingaporeVisa requiredHolders of passports for diplomatic, service, public affairs don't require a visa. China Visa Utility Passengers with no visa is not going to be allowed to depart from Taiwan. Online functions can only be made by individuals holding legitimate regular passports. Persons holding momentary, emergency, or informal passports, or journey documents aside from a passport, cannot submit on-line applications. ‧USA and Japan nationals who possess a, together with emergency passports, valid for the supposed period of keep are eligible for visa-exempt entry. The China enterprise visa can be granted for 30, forty, 60, 90 or 180 days, with visas additionally granted for 1 yr or more (in some instances visas may be granted for as much as 10 years, dependent on the applicant’s passport and status). Foreign nationals are advised not to travel unless it's essential or pressing throughout Covid-19 pandemic. In addition, those that are visiting Taiwan on business should be interviewed by a Taiwanese consular officer, and their sponsors in Taiwan should submit a assure to the Bureau of Consular Affairs in Taiwan. They are "conducting financial or industrial companies" in Taiwan. Accompanied spouse and children may receive customer visas. Since January 2016, Mainland residents are not required to carry a Mainland Resident Travel Permit if they depart from airports in Chongqing, Kunming or Nanchang and are only in transit by way of Taiwan to a third country. Since 1 January 2017, Hong Kong and Macau residents are able to apply for double-entry Entry Permits online, providing that they're getting into Taiwan by cruise for at least one portion of their trip. A long-term residence (type F-2) or permanent residence (type F-5) Certificate of Alien Registration issued by South Korea. You also can hand within the application form in individual if you assume it is safer or sooner. Another way to hand in the application kind is by giving it to another person handy into the Chinese embassy or consulate. Commonly, if you give your utility type to another person, that person is from the travel agency who you've put your belief into to take you thru the method of getting your visa. As a proud member of many respected journey, business, and commerce associations, our workers can course of your Chinese visa utility inside the identical working day if necessary. We even offer our Executive Choice Service, beneficial for the highest tier of business travelers in want of immediate assistance. With our Form Fill Service, we will hold your paperwork freed from errors, and conforming to the necessities of the Chinese authorities. Visa For China This course of allows European authorities to pre-screen all travellers and confirm their standing earlier than permitting them entry and even to board a flight thus enhancing safety measures throughout Europe. This will rely upon each the nationality of the applicant and their reason for visiting South Africa. It is expected that applicants will want to point out whether a single or a quantity of entry visa will finest go well with their wants when completing the electronic visa kind. In order to use for a South Africa go to visa from an embassy, it is essential to have a passport valid for at least 30 days from the meant date of arrival in the nation and supply 2 color passport photographs of the traveler. The allowed time for visa-free stays is brief; it ranges from a couple of days to some months. Regardless of your nationality, you want to verify your visa requirements before traveling. Nowadays, as an identification document, you should have a valid passport issued by your home country when you travel internationally. Travelling visas, issued by your vacation spot country, are thought of a vital tool in migration management. Focused public well being assets were put in place at these airports, permitting for enhanced entry screening. Certain information and knowledge associated to visa applications acquired by VFS GLOBAL is presently stored/ hosted at information centre/s in UK and India . The data captured by VFS GLOBAL in its systems for processing of visa functions of candidates from European Union is stored inside the European Union boundary. The U.S. Embassy and Consulates can't intervene in your behalf if denied entry to China. The U.S. Department of State is unaware of any HIV/AIDS entry restrictions for guests to or overseas residents of China. In most circumstances, U.S. citizens only turn into conscious of an exit ban after they try and depart the PRC, and there may be no reliable mechanism or legal course of to find out how long the ban may continue or to contest it in a court of legislation. Nonimmigrant Visas Currently, solely short-stay visas can be found on the Swiss Online platform. Any different visa utility ought to be submitted in person at your nearest Swiss Embassy or Swiss Consulate. To begin your Swiss Schengen visa utility you should either navigate to the Swiss Visa Application platform, or obtain the Swiss Schengen Visa application form right here.. Determine the suitable visa category in your journey . The United States is constructing a brand new Embassy in The Hague ! This is a process that may produce a modern, welcoming, secure and power efficient embassy for the twenty first century. For international citizens who need to reside completely within the United States. For journey to the United States on a temporary basis, together with tourism, short-term employment, research and change. This can potentially end in a faster visa appointment. If a visa is instantly out there for the beneficiary’s category, and the case involves a life-or-death medical emergency, processing of the case may be expedited. To request a evaluate for expedite, submit a scanned letter to from a physician . The letter must embrace the physician’s (or medical facility’s) contact info, and declare a life-or-death medical emergency exists. To schedule the united states visa appointment, head to the NIV Appointment System. Processing time is often three to five business days after the interview. However, processing time may differ and there's no guarantee that your visa will be ready within this timeframe. We urge travelers to use as early as attainable and to not make firm travel plans before the passport with visa has been received. The Picktime appointment software program suits each the embassies and the consulates completely, as a outcome of it helps to arrange both your appointments and staffs of your corporation. Embassy Of The Philippines When to submitNoYesPay the charge before you go to your visa interview at a United States embassy or consulate. If you are exterior the United States and are from a visa exempt country, apply for student status on the POE. You don't have to the pay the fee if the program code on your DS-2019 starts with G-1, G-2, G-3, or G-7. You are exempt from the payment as a result of the United States federal authorities sponsors your program. If you start a program of research with a Form I-20, you'll pay the I-901 SEVIS payment utilizing the primary Form I-20 your college points. You is not going to need to pay the payment once more until you meet one of the skills shown within the section Do I pay the fee?. You are thought-about a seamless scholar and gained't must pay the I-901 SEVIS payment unless you meet one of many skills shown within the sectionDo I pay the fee?. When to Pay Fee for VisaAre you within the U.S.? Airlines who board passengers with out PCR check result or transport and disembark passengers with Positive PCR take a look at outcome into Accra will be fined US$3,500 per passenger. Non-Ghanaians could additionally be refused entry and returned to the point of embarkation at a price to the Airline. Passengers should possess a COVID-19 unfavorable PCR take a look at from an accredited laboratory in the nation of origin. The take a look at ought to have been carried out not more than seventy two hours before the scheduled departure time from the nation of origin. The application kind should be typed online and handwritten kind or previous PDF visa form will not be accepted. 1) Please full all items listed on-line, and make sure all information is true and accurate. If there could be any change, omission or error within the software kind after submission, you want to to fill in the type again. If the appliance is permitted, visa shall be issued and your passport will be mailed out as soon as attainable. Applicants will usually obtain the passports in about 5-10 working days after the application mail is received by the Consulate General. 3) All visa functions are processed via mail service in the course of the pandemic.

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Melvin Cornell Blount (born April 10, 1948) is a former football player who was a cornerback for the Pittsburgh Steelers for fourteen seasons. A five-time Pro Bowler, he was inducted into the Pro Football Hall of Fame.

He is considered one of the best cornerbacks to have ever played in the NFL. He founded the Mel Blount Youth Home.

He was born in Toombs County, Georgia. He was a star in baseball, football, basketball, and track at Lyons High School. He was offered a scholarship to Southern University. While there he was a Pro-Scouts All-American pick as both safety and cornerback.

He was named the NFL’s Defensive MVP by the Associated Press and earned All-Pro acclaim. He was a four-time All-AFC selection and played in five Pro Bowls. His fumble recovery in the 1979 AFC Championship Game led to the Steelers’ winning touchdown in a victory over the Houston Oilers. His interception began a Pittsburgh drive which resulted in a go-ahead touchdown in a victory over the Dallas Cowboys.

He became Director of Player Relations for the NFL. He became active in charity work. He founded the Mel Blount Youth Home, a shelter and Christian mission for victims of child abuse and neglect in Toombs County, Georgia in 1983. In 1989, he opened a second youth home in Claysville, Pennsylvania.

He was inducted into the Pro Football Hall of Fame and the Louisiana Sports Hall of Fame. He was inducted into the Georgia Sports Hall of Fame and the Black College Football Hall of Fame. He was named to the NFL’s 75th anniversary All-Time team. He was ranked #36 on The Sporting News’ list of the 100 Greatest Football Players.

He has two daughters and five sons. His son Akil played college football at Florida A&M and was signed as an undrafted free agent by the Miami Dolphins. Jibri played college basketball at Cleveland State before transferring to play for North Carolina Central University. His youngest son, Khalid Blount, is a football player who was ranked as a two-star recruit by Rivals before attending Duquesne University. #africanhistory365 #africanexcellence

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Isaiah Hodges agrees to terms with Giants

The Giants agreed to terms with wide receiver Isaiah Hodgins, the team announced Thursday night. He was a restricted free agent who the Giants chose not to tender. Hodgins, 25, played all 17 games for the Giants last season, starting nine. He totaled 21 catches for 230 yards and three touchdowns in 511 offensive snaps. The Bills made Hodgins a sixth-round pick in 2020, and the Giants acquired him…

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