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truly-morgan · 6 months

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[dom!Reigen gifting sub!Mob something special (18+)]

MobRei | Mob Psycho 100 03-06-2023

[#mobrei, collaring, 2034]

Mob had started a relationship with Reigen soon after he had turned 18, although for a while it stayed rather vague what they were, as if Reigen was certain that all Mob had wanted was his body and didn't actually like this.

It had taken a little a while, but they had eventually gotten to an official relationship, once Reigen was sure that he wouldn't be left behind with a wounded heart.

But it's still left some things a bit unsure.

Mob had rather quickly learned about Reigen's preferences when it came to sex and other intimate activities. He had been very eager to learn and try, so his lover wouldn't need to hold back.

And for a while, once again, Reigen had been unsure.

For one, he was older than Mob and already had a lot of experience in the scene. All his previous partners, although he never really had anyone fix, had been experienced too, or at the very least, had some experience. Mob was like a baby entering the scene, probably not knowing what he was getting himself into.

Reigen had decided to be careful at first, trying to make sure Mob was indeed get as much pleasure and enjoyment out of it than he did. He found himself a bit surprised when he realised that maybe Mob wasn't as vanilla has he had thought he would be, even better if he leaned a lot more on the sub part.

But it still had taken a while to settle properly about all of it. Setting proper boundaries and safeword, Reigen making sure that Mob would use them if needed. The last thing he wanted was to hurt Mob because he was scared to use them (and he wouldn't know what to do with himself for not noticing something was wrong even though Mob wasn't telling him).

Their scene were a bit far in between at first, but slowly they became a lot more regular when it came to them having sex or playing around.

Reigen wouldn't lie, he was pretty happy that he was this compatible with Mob and that he wouldn't have to hold back on the things that brought him pleasure and enjoyment. Even more so that Mob was so eager to learn and try new things with him, trying out the water to see what he liked (or didn't like).

It had taken Reigen a while, but he had decided that Mob was indeed a good partner for him in the bdsm scene (alongside being a very good romantic partner).

"Welcome back" Reigen called out as Mob came back from college. He smiled at the way Mob immediately looked up back at him, looking really happy to see him again even though they had seen each other this morning.

"I'm back" Mob replied as he took off his shoes, dropping his bag near the shoe rack.

"I've got something for you" Reigen smiled from where he was in the living room, patting the couch next to him.

it wasn't too long that he had his boyfriend sitting next to him, looking rather curious as to what he wanted to give him. This made Reigen chuckle, wondering if he would ever get used to how eager Mob seemed to be when it came to anything he gave him (he often chucked it to his lover still being young).

"Wait for me here, I'll go get it" Reigen said, patting Mob knee. He quickly went to their room, retrieving a nice black box with an iridescent dark purple bow on it.

Mob looked even more intrigued by the box once it was given to him, carefully opening it once Reigen was sat down next to him once again.

He looked surprised when he saw the content of the box, carefully pulling out the leather collar that sat in it. Then his eyes grew a bit wider when something came back to his mind, remembering what he had seen in his research about a dom gifting a collar to their sub.

Mob quickly turned back to Reigen, receiving a soft smile from the older man. "You've been working hard to understand what I like and discovering what you like too, I decided that it was time to give you something that would make it feel more official" Reigen explained, "I wanted to gift you something meaningful".

He chuckled softly when he saw the young man getting a bit emotional over it, not surprised seeing how Mob had gotten a lot more expressive over the years.

Mob then looked back at the black collar, a tag hanging from the ring at the front, his name engraved in silver.

"Can you put it on?" Mob asked, looking back up at him, already wanting to put the collar to good use.

"Of course" Reigen smiled, taking the collar that was handed to him, putting it around Mob's neck, making sure it wouldn't be too tight around it. He couldn't help the way his smile grew at seeing Mob wearing it, looking beautiful with it on.

But the look on Mob face was just even more stunning, looking utterly happy and proud.

"Come here" Reigen offered, opening his arms to hold Mob, his lover immediately accepting it.

He was also thanked with a kiss, Mob whispering quiet "thank you"s and "I love you"s to him. When he pulled back he picked up the box again to close it, only to notice something else.

He, once again, carefully pulled out something else, although this time it was a simple black leather string with an O ring for pendant.

"A full-on collar is rather eye-catching" Reigen commented, "So I decided to also gift a simpler one to wear outside" he explained.

"Of course, only if you wish to" Reigen then added, not wanting to force Mob into wearing something he wouldn't want to.

His uncertainty about the necklace got washed away when he received another quick kiss from his lover, Mob smiling softly at him.

"I'll gladly wear it every day" Mob smiled, "I am happy to wear anything Arataka gives me and have a sign of your ownership on me" he added. Not that many people would likely know the meaning behind it, but as long as Mob knew it was enough for him to be happy about it.

The box and necklace were placed back on the coffee table before Mob felt himself being moved around after Reigen hook a finger to the ring of his collar.

"Now, would you like to put the collar to good use?" Reigen asked, a smirk adorning his lips.

Immediately Mob nodded eagerly and obediently, more than excited at the idea of putting it to good use and having his lover's attention all over him. He had already felt impatient to finally see Reigen at the end of the day, now he was buzzing with excitement.

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(look at me go, not even making it actually sexual ☺️)

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insomniac-jay · 2 years

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We're the Future and Beyond

[Chapter 1: A New Journey Begins]

A/N: Hello, so I might start posting fics with multiple chapters on here since my poor AO3 page is already clogged up with ongoing fics.

@floof-ghostie @calciumcryptid @pizzolisnacks @peachyblkdemonslayer @blondephobicpercy @opalofoctober @elflynns-horde-of-stuff @s0ursop

"Why do you want to be a hero?"

That's a question Hisao had been asked many times by those around him. Usually it was either his friends or teachers, but this time was different. And each time he knew the answer in their heads: because his parents were.

It was no secret that Hisao was the son of two amazing heroes and they were indeed his role models, but that wasn't why he wanted to become one.

But this time it was his parents asking him. Both were revered by both the public and other heroes alike.

"Is it because of family obligation?" Izuku, one of his fathers, asked.

He had curly, dark green hair that was beginning to gray and brown eyes. All on his body were black freckles that stood out against his brown skin, and even against his wrinkles. "You don't have to lie to us, Hisao."

"I'm not," Hisao replied. "I just wanna be a hero because I wanna help others."

"Are you sure that's what you want?" Shoto, his other father, asked.

They were a tall, lithe person with fair skin. Their hair was half red and half white and their eyes were heterochromatic. On one side-- the left side-- of their face was a large scar. "We just want you to be honest with us."

"It is." Hisao replied. "I'm not doing it for the money, the fame, or anything else. I want to be a hero so I can help others." And with those final words, he got up from the table and went upstairs.

School was officially out for the summer and with that came not only vacation time, but also thinking about college and the future ahead which meant Hisao had a lot of thinking to do.

"Oh my god, we are?!"

Hisao stopped and looked through the crack of a door to see his older sister Yukiana on the phone with someone.

She was also a Hero, and the face of their family alongside his fathers. But she did a lot more outside heroics. She worked as an actress, a model, an idol. She had many faces and forms.

Her hair was tied up into a puffy bun. She wore a pink tank top and white shorts. On the floor in front of her was her suitcase, wide open and full of clothes.

"Babe, that's so sweet!" she exclaimed.

She must be on the phone with her boyfriend, Hisao said to himself. As he made his way to his room, the question of why he wanted to become a hero kept coming back. Even though he had given his parents a concrete answer, there was still some doubt.

I need to kill this doubt, he said to himself. I know I want to be a hero, I just...don't know where to start.

He walked into his room and connected his phone to the speaker while getting out one of his unopened Lego sets.

Ever since he was a child, Hisao always had a love of building, of creating. He would take apart blocks to make something new-- gears turning and spinning in his mind while coming up with new ideas.

Toys like Legos that gave him the stimulation he needed to relax or cure boredom-- growing attached to them and the feelings they brought him.

Aunt Mei was more than happy to make him building sets and give him tools as presents for holidays and birthdays. She even let him do some work in her lab at one point. She recognized his passion for building and made him her unofficial official beta tester.

His toolbox and all the tools and screws and bolts in it were also gifts from her.

"Look at you! A little engineer in the making!" Mei beamed as the young boy unveiled his newest creation to her.

It was a medium-sized mecha made entirely with scrap metal from around the lab and nearby junkyard. It wasn't as big as the ones on TV-- being about the size of a human-- but that didn't take away the achievement.

"Thank you, Auntie." Hisao smiled as he received gentle pats on the head.

Everyone knew how he became like this, and the love and passion for construction drove Hisao. Sometimes it even clashed with his love for heroes.

It was no secret that Hisao was a heroics nerd like Izuku. He studied heroes and their Quirks and power sets all while following the few glimpses of their lives available to the public eye; even if he himself was the son of two well-known heroes.

"You've taken that apart like ten times," Yukiana pointed out. She held an infant Kasumi in her arms while watching Hisao play with his Legos. "Don't you get tired of that?"

"I can always build different things using the same materials," Hisao said as he began building another thing.

Eventually, that drive to build led to him joining his middle school school robotics team. Building robots brought the young Hisao a sense of joy and relief; as if he could express himself even more than he ever had before.

Wait a minute...

He never really thought about it until that moment-- that moment where his eyes lit up with the light of the not so distant future ahead. Why pit his love of heroics and engineering against each other when they could exist in harmony?

Then, the gears really started turning.

Opening his laptop, he typed in the words that would solidify his destiny. He was going to take a path very few took when it came to both heroics and support engineering.

Support hero

Several results showed up which made the flame burning inside him even brighter.

Support hero education

Support hero salary

Support hero companies

Now this was the hero he was going to be. Would others call him insane? Yes. Did he care? No. This was his choice, the destiny he made for himself and he was going to take it by the hands.

"Are you insane?"

Hisao sat with his friends at the table of a burger joint. They had somehow gotten on the topic of future careers and he had shared his. The reactions were, unsurprisingly, mixed. Most of his friends thought he was insane while Akiko was delighted.

"Do I think I'm insane? Kinda," Hisao replied. "But I think I should be allowed to be insane."

"Yeah! What's wrong with that?" Akiko asked. She had wild, curly dark blue hair and bright yellow eyes. Her skin was dark brown. Resting on her forehead was a pair of goggles. Before Hisao, she was the only one who wanted to be a support hero. "We all deserve to be insane!"

"But that's the hardest branch of the support course!" Hanabi exclaimed. She had bleach blonde hair with streaks of black and dark red eyes. Her skin was a warm tan. "You two will overwork yourselves to death in the name of being built different!"

"I dunno, guys," Kin replied in between eating fries. "I think that's pretty cool once you think about it."

He had shiny silver hair and bright green blue eyes. Compared to most of the group, Kin was fair skinned but he did have brown freckles all over his body.

"Kin, you're supposed to be on our side!" Akana yelled. She had brown hair and bright yellow eyes. Parts of it were styled into pigtails while the rest was down.

"But it is! You get to kick ass and build stuff!" Kin argued. "I would wanna do that if I wanted to be a hero."

"No you don't." Hanabi stuffed his mouth with fries. "Only Hisao and Akiko can do that because according to them, they're just built different."

"Anyway, where are we going for college? I just sent in my application for TIH." Hibana, Hanabi's twin sister, asked. Her hair was the opposite of Hanabi's with it being black with bleach blonde streaks.

"TIH? Damn, you wanna go to where all the OG hero kids go to?" Akiko asked sipping on her drink.

"I mean yeah." Hibana pulled out a brochure for TIH. On the front panel was a view of the school's entrance, featuring the most beautiful garden she ever seen. "It's got a good reputation and heroics program, but also, like the school itself is very pretty."

She knew she sounded shallow but in her mind it was true. From her experience, the prettiest looking schools were always the best so she would follow her gut when choosing a college.

"I think I might go overseas." Uten replied. Despite his amphibious features like his deep black eyes and bright blue skin with black dots, his hair was hot pink. "I haven't really decided yet."

"I'm going to Shiketsu." Hisao simply replied.

"Ah! To think that college is over for us already!" Yukiana exclaimed.

She was at the mall with her friends to do some last minute shopping before having to meet with Gakudan for their flight to Los Angeles.

"Yeah. It's hard to think that we're gonna be pros." Makoto replied. She had deep brown skin with black freckles and bright orange hair. Her eyes were silver. "Kinda scary once you think about it. All that time gone by and here we are."

"But it's also a time for celebration." Tetsuka, Makoto's twin sister, added. She looked almost exactly like her, the difference being that her hair turned silver towards the ends. "We're living out our childhood dreams and we're making a difference at the same time-- just like our parents."

Yukiana hummed and took a sip of her drink. What Tetsuka said was true, and she couldn't be any prouder of herself. Yukiana had come this far in her life and there was no turning back, only finding solutions and moving forward.

"Well, well, what's this?"

The group looked up to see another group lead by a brunette woman with white streaks walking towards them. Yukiana immediately recognized who it was.

"Avyanna!" she exclaimed. "I didn't think I'd see you so soon."

Avyanna smiled. "Well, you can truly never know what life has in store for you. I would also like to congratulate both you and Yaoyorozu on your journey overseas. I wish you the best of luck."

Yukiana smiled back and nodded. She had always admired Avyanna, who wouldn't? The former was perfect: powerful, beautiful, intelligent, and so much more. But there was more to her than just that, and for that Yukiana was happy to call her a friend.

"What about you? Are you gonna stay here?"

"No. I'm going back home. Though I do hope one day that our paths cross."

Yukiana hummed. "I hope the same."

Hisao laid back on his bed. For the rest of the day, thoughts about college and his future consumed all thought. The future held so much and he wanted to experience it now but he couldn't. He could feel the gears in his head turning the more he thought about the life ahead of him.

What would he do after graduation? What kind of person would he be? Would his skills improve? So many questions yet so little answers.

A yawn left his mouth as he stretched. While his mind may be active, his body was worn out. I guess these thoughts can become dreams. Hisao snuggled under the blankets and drifted off to sleep. Perhaps the future could wait after he got some rest.

#bnha next gen #jay's writings #fic: we're the future and beyond

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dulcettonesofmattsimmons · 4 years

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I Do (Matt Simmons x Reader)

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Matt didn’t have many friends besides the team. Y/N didn’t want a big wedding. They both agree that they want a simple and small wedding. They both already got what they want, which is each other. So Rossi opens up his house for them to get married since he saw Matt as a son and he wanted to give his house as a wedding gift even though he still brought the couple a gift. Matt invited the team and his kids to come while Y/N invited some of her friends and family. Not a lot of people. It was small.

Y/N got a few of her friends from high school and the BAU ladies to help her get ready. “Oh I already know that Matt is just going to go crazy once he sees you,” Penelope said cheering. “Thank you, Garica” Y/n answered blushing, looking at herself in the mirror.

Once they were ready to walk down the aisle, Rossi volunteered to walk Y/N down the aisle since Y/N’s dad couldn’t make it since he was away for a job. When they got to Matt, who already had tears in his eyes, Rossi just pats Matt’s on the back and walked to his seat. “You look just beautiful” Matt whispered. “I got to keep up with my soon to be husband” Y/n replied, Matt just smiled and looked down. “I think it’s me who has to keep up,” Matt said, making Y/N smile wider.

“We’re here to celebrate something that rarely has ever been found. Which is true love. Matthew Simmons and Y/N L/N found and now are ready to bond together for eternity. Now I believe that the bride and groom wrote their vows.” The minister spoke looking at Matt and Y/N. They both nodded and took out their own papers.

Matt breaths and speaks.” I admire you. Simply because of your kind soul, tender heart, and a positive mindset. I especially appreciate your endearing sense of humor. I am ever so grateful for your love and selflessness. In return, I offer these promises. I promise you my everlasting devotion, my loyalty, and my respect. I promise to love you unconditionally and to grow with you in mind, body, and spirit. I promise to pray with you, to dream with you, to build a family with you, and to encourage you. I promise to share in your joys and sorrows and all that God has to offer us. You are my forever, my best friend, my dream come true, and now my wife. With these words and all the words of my heart, I marry you and bind my life to yours. Forever and always. I love you. At last, the day is finally here as we become husband and wife. Things always fall into place at the right time and the timing was perfect for us. Whatever happened the first time? Although I never told you, it didn't take me long to know that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you. They say when you meet your soul mate you should feel calm, no anxiety, and no agitation. And your calmness is what gravitated me towards you from day one. I love you. I love the way you still give me butterflies every time I see you. I love the way you care not only for me but for everyone around you. I love the way you're patient with me. I love how much you're willing to try new things with me to make me happy. I admire how hard you work to help others and above all, I love how you love me. You've taught me things and opened my eyes to see life so differently and clearly. You've shown me the meaning of love and have made me become so emotional yet strong at the same time. You forever have my heart, my soul, and my hand as we journey through this chapter called life together. I promise to love you, respect you, and cherish you forever. I'm so lucky to have found such a perfect person that I get to spend the rest of my life with. You're my soldier, my lover and above all, my best friend. I'm so excited to spend the rest of my life with you. So tonight I give you my heart and vow to be the best partner in life and in love. I love you to the moon and back. I promise to hold your hand every night and never let us lose our spark. I promise to love you, to be your heart, to keep a flame alive for you in my heart. I promise to have the patience that loves demands, to speak when words are needed, and to share in the silence when they are not. I promise to be giving and forgiving; to make you laugh and to laugh at myself. I promise to love you as you love me, through all hardship, darkness, and pain to reach for our joys, our hopes, and always with honesty and faith. You are my guide to love, my every wish, and the person I want to grow old with. You’re my person. You just are. When you walked into my life, love walked in, too. Time is always on my side when I am with you.”

Y/N wipes her tears and grabs Matt’s hand. She started. “I want so badly to be able to explain all the love I have for you. Not the love of butterflies and stomach knots—but more the blurring of self and the entanglement with another soul. Love is a word that is much too soft and used far too often to ever describe the fierce, infinite, and blazing passion that I have in my heart for you. You are a million dreams and a million prayers of a little girl come true. You are kind. You are silly. You are intelligent. Your laugh is contagious. You acknowledge my strengths and accept my faults. You make me want to be a better person every day. I take you as you are now, tomorrow, and for eternity to come, to be my husband. Even when the day comes that we're old and gray, I promise to always see you with the same eyes and the same heart that I see you with at this exact moment. So today, I vow to honor you and respect you, support you, and encourage you. I promise to dream with you, celebrate with you, and walk beside you through whatever life brings. I vow to laugh with you and comfort you during times of joy and times of sorrow. I promise to always pursue you, to fight for you and love you unconditionally and wholeheartedly for the rest of my life. You are my best friend and I'm the luckiest person on Earth to call you mine. I'm so proud that today I became your wife. I love you. I love the way you dance to make me laugh. I love that you always push my hair back when it's in my face. I love that I get a kiss from you every time we stop at a red light. I love that you're open to trying new things. Today, I want to make promises to you that I will always keep. I promise to never stop holding your hand. I promise to make sure I'm not just hungry when I get upset. I promise to stand by your side while you face the world. Listen to you when you speak. I promise to join your laughter with my own and when you can't look on the bright side, I will sit with you in the dark. I promise to grow alongside you, but also to never grow up. I promise to love, respect, protect and trust you, and give you the best of myself, for I know that together we will build a life far better than either of us could imagine alone. I choose you. I'll choose you over and over and over, without pause, without doubt, I'll keep choosing you. I used to never truly enjoy moments because I was always waiting for what's next. The next thing to happen. Kind of living life fast forward. Now that I have you, I enjoy the moment. Every moment. Today seems like it's the start of a new journey, but I already belong to you. Falling for you wasn't falling at all—it was walking into a house and knowing you're home. I love you.”

By the end of it, everyone was crying. No one had a dry eye. “Well, I think that this is the part where I ask you a question” The minister spoke, making Matt and Y/N smile and nod. “Do you Matthew Simmons, take Y/N L/N to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death does you part.” The minister looks at Matt. “I do,” Matt nods, smiling. “ Do you Y/N L/N, take Matthew Simmons to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death does you part.” he looked at Y/N. “I do” Y/N answer smiling. “By the power vested in me, I pronounce you to each other, husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride.” The minister spoke.

Matt quickly pulled Y/N in for a kiss and everyone started to cheer but Matt and Y/N could only focus and each other.

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winchester90210 · 4 years

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The BH 90210 Rewrite. 1x20: Spring Training.

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Read the previous chapter here!

Chapter Summary: Alongside Brandon, you take a dive into the world of little league.

Word count: 2,000

Warnings: Swearing, brief mention of violence. Also... I know nothing about baseball.

A/N: Hi everyone! Hope you enjoy this week’s episode! Took an extra week off to focus on my mental health and am feeling much better with everything now. I hope you guys are as excited as the next chapter as I am! It’s almost time for the spring dance :)

My work is to not be reposted/republished, and/or edited without my expressed written consent. (Reblogging is great and encouraged!!)

Feedback is very appreciated and encouraged!! :)

"With my dad laid up, we need all the help we can get. We’re practicing today if either of you want to join in on the festivities," Brandon persuades the two of you as you round the corner of the Peach Pit to sit at your usual booth. The familiar scent of pie crust and burgers fills the air, instantly putting your soul at ease.

"Thanks… but no thanks, slim," Dylan rejects him, sliding into the seat opposite of you while Brandon follows suit.

"Dylan, I thought you were a total baseball freak!" You tell him.

"I am, but listening to these parents berate their kids from the sidelines all day long," he shakes his head, cringing, "Brings back a whole slew of bad memories."

"But it shouldn't be about the parents!" Brandon protests, "It should be about being on a team, learning fundamentals, having a good time!"

"That's very noble, Brandon. But when I was playing? It was about winning at any cost necessary.” Dylan argues. Brandon sighs in defeat, looking to you.

"What about you, Y/N/N?"

"Not a chance,” you laugh.

"What? Why not?"

"Brandon… me and 20 kids, in an extremely competitive state? Did you learn nothing from the summer of '85?" You jest. Brandon chuckles at your extreme rejection, sliding a laminated menu your way.

"Wait… what happened in '85?" Dylan's eyes flicker cluelessly between the two of you, awaiting an explanation.

"Look, it was no big deal. Things got a little heated during one of Eric's little league games," you shrug dismissively, flipping through the Peach Pit's menu as if you didn't get the same thing every time.

"She beat up a nine-year-old,” Brandon quips.

“I didn’t beat up a—“ you pause, taking in a breath. “To put it simply I… put a kid back in his rightful place. He was picking on my brother, nothing happened that he didn't deserve."

“What’d you do, tackle him out on the field?” Dylan lifts his eyebrows, amused smile on his face.

“No, of course not!” You duck your head back into your menu, mumbling, “I went out there and hit him in the groin with his bat.”

The kids run out into the field, taking their positions with their needed equipment in hand. You lean back onto the warm metal fence, slipping a pair of sunglasses over your eyes to get a better look at Nat’s team. Without the glaring sun in your eyes.

“This is pathetic!” A young boy, adorned in a bright yellow Dukes uniform comes hurdling out from behind the fence to join Brandon and Steve. “They’re not even wearing uniforms!”

“So what?” Brandon shrugs, voice hardened, “It’s a practice game.” Steve leans into Brandon to whisper something to him, but since he lacks the levels of common decency that most people acquire by the age of five, he talks loud enough for the whole team to hear.

“They don’t look so good, Brandon.”

“It’s okay. They came to play, that’s the important thing.” Man… sometimes Brandon felt too good to be true. You’re convinced there has to be a catch at this point. Gorgeous, smart, great with kids. What’s next? He opens up an animal sanctuary for underprivileged strays? Buys a soup kitchen? “Listen up, you guys. The way you treat your competition is a direct comment on how you play the game. Good sportsmanship counts big time with me and my old man…” as he continues to ramble on, your thoughts begin to shift elsewhere. Like how good he looks. It’s purely criminal for anyone to look so hot in yellow. It’s an inherently unattractive color. Yet, there he is—coaching children in the blazing heat, instilling them with good sportsmanship, and all you want to do is to get him to yourself. That bastard. You shake it off, chalking it up to teenage hormones, and try to focus on the game.

“Hey doofus! You really eat toads!” The same kid whining about uniforms earlier is now directing all of his pent up privilege and ten-year-old angst towards the poor, sweet, small child from Nat's team, the Pitts, further solidifying your desire to never procreate.

“You’ll throw it better next time, Manny!” Nat encourages the little boy wholeheartedly, clapping for him as loudly as he can.

“Hey Corey! Throw it to the doofus, he’s a real toad!” Does this kid only know two insults? The smaller brunette, the less athletically gifted child hangs his head, kicking sand around the base plate in frustration. Brandon takes note of it, immediately bounding out into the middle of the game.

“Time out! Crawford, get in the game for Noah!” His voice is stern, and as he approaches the boy he’s in total coach mode. It’s kinda hot... Well, it’s not your fault baseball’s boring. Gotta keep yourself entertained somehow.

Steve stops Randy Crawford from going out from the fence with the back of his hand, and going after Brandon himself, sand slipping from under his shoes. You can’t hear what they're saying but you know it’s not the happiest conversation. Knowing them, you know exactly how this is playing out. You don’t even need to hear them. You can see Steve furrow his brows from the sidelines, and Brandon’s gesticulating with his hands wildly as they talk but can’t make out any words that are flying from their mouths. Brandon, the moral center of Los Angeles wants Noah out for being a little jerk. Steve, being Steve, would probably rather keep the better player in than save the self esteem of a little boy before it’s too late and it no longer exists. It’s not long until Brandon pats Steve hard on the shoulder, storming off the field in a blur of sand and sweat.

Well, that’s your cue to leave, isn't it? You go to follow Brandon out, but Steve stops you short.

“That boyfriend of yours is a total Boy Scout,” he spits.

“Well, someone’s gotta be," You scoff, eyes rolling, ”They’re just kids, Steve! This isn’t Major League Baseball. There’s no trophy, there’s no prize. There’s absolutely nothing at stake here. What they need to be doing is having fun, and while that snot-nosed little jerk is out there on the field, they’re all gonna be miserable.”

You flop down onto Dylan's couch, feet up on the armrest as he grabs a soda from the fridge and parks himself on the ottoman beside you. You exhale, eyes fluttering shut for a moment.

"Rough day out with the little leaguers?"

"Rough day out with Steve," you snort. “I’m so used to being around Brandon I forget that people like Steve Sanders even exist.”

“Come on, Steve isn't that bad."

"Dylan, you're talking about the guy that got carjacked by a girl he was trying to hook up with, and still bailed her out of jail--despite the fact she robbed him justminutes before--in the hopes of getting laid, only for her to steal his wallet." Dylan's face screws in a mix of amusement and total disbelief.

"Okay, so he's that bad," Dylan laughs. "Sorry to break it to you, Y/N/N, but not everyone is a part of the illustrious Walsh family."

"Not everyone can be," you tease. He gently tosses you a throw pillow from the chair across the room, and you use it to prop up your head. "It’s a tragedy.”

“See, what did I tell you? Isn’t he sweet? Isn’t he great?” Brenda watches as you comb through the stray dog’s long gray fur. He really is cute… wet black nose, shaggy gray hair, big puppy dog eyes. But you can’t keep him. “I think he likes you!”

“Bren, as much as I’d love to take this puppy home, my parents would kill me!"

“Just take him for a trial run, and if you like him, keep him!”

“Bren—“

“Please?”

“Bren—“

“Come on!” She pleads.

“Fine! Okay, okay. I’ll see if we can take him in tomorrow night,” you concede, giving the dog one last pat on the head. Brenda squeals happily, a grin on her face as she wraps her arms around you.

“He’s great! You’ll love him!”

"Fine. See you later... Wally."

The four of you watch silently, perched up at the counter of the Peach Pit as Nat's baseball team chows down on slices of pepperoni pizza. We've got Nat to your far left, wondering how the hell they're going to survive against the team from Beverly Hills, then we've got Dylan to your left debating on whether to finally help Nat and shack up with the struggling team, Brandon to your right who hasn't lifted his hand from your upper thigh this whole time which is seriously distracting, and you, wondering how such little boys could devour so much pizza in so little time.

"You know the improvement from one week to the next is remarkable." You mumble.

"Oh yeah… the kids are showing a lot of promise." Brandon nods absentmindedly, bringing his cup to his lips.

"But…" Dylan begins, "you still need a pitcher that can put the ball over the plate."

"Yeah," Nat sighs, "but win or lose, the most important thing is how good the kids feel about themselves." He's trying to convince you, but the more he talks the more you know he's trying to convince himself.

"Absolutely." You agree.

"Totally." Brandon nods.

"Yeah, I mean, in the long run that's all that counts," Dylan shrugs, his voice coated with scepticism.

"Absolutely." Brandon concurs.

"Totally…” You say. “Y’know, I was talking to Andrea about this and she knows a pretty great player from the valley."

They all turn their heads, slowly, with Nat glancing from you to the phone. You roll your eyes at the boys, making your way over to the payphone. The group watches with bated breath behind you as you slip in the quarters and dial her number, waiting for her to pick up.

"Hello?"

"Andrea, hi! Listen, uh, do you remember the other day? You told me you knew some kid in the valley who was a major blue-chip little leaguer?"

"Oh, yeah! Avery?"

"Yeah… Avery." You twist your head back, giving them a smile and a thumbs up.

"What's Dylan doing? Bringing in a ringer?" Steve scoffs, twisting the metal bat in his hand as he cleans it. You exchange knowing smirks with Brandon as Dylan helps Avery get ready on the sidelines. She takes off her ball cap, releasing the foot of long brunette pony-tailed hair. Gasps are heard from center field, seemingly originating from Noah. Shocker.

"Oh my god! Dude, it's a girl!" He laughs out, adjusting his cap against the wind.

"Poor Dylan, he's really scraping the bottom of the barrel, huh?" Oh, if only you and that misogynistic head of yours knew, Steve-O. And surprise, surprise—Every pitch she's involved in ends up in a home run for the Pitts.

And little by little, much to your joy, Steve is getting progressively more aggravated— tapping feet, flaring nostrils, bugged-out eyes. You’re beginning to like baseball.

Eventually you make your way over to Brenda, off by the sidelines. You watch as they send Davey from the Dukes out, and Manny, the small, athletically challenged boy from the Pitts, isn’t far behind. Brandon perks up, calling a timeout to give what you can only assume is another one of his infamous Brandon talks to his team. After a moment the team breaks up, moving into their correct positions and as Manny chokes up on his bat ready to pitch. You cringe, hiding your face in your hand.

But it's nothing short of a miracle as Davey throws the ball. It makes contact with Manny's bat, soaring across the field as he jets off across the bases. The catcher from the Dukes runs for the ball, tripping over his own foot and skidding across the grass. The whole team erupts into ecstatic cheers, rushing out and lifting Manny onto their shoulders. You know that Davey blew the pitch for him, you’ve seen him pitch a hundred times. But seeing the joy on that little boy's face, you knew that it didn't matter.

"Poor kid," Brenda sighs, looking out to the opposite direction to Randy Crawford, the catcher that landed face-first into the grass. "I mean, he really gave it his best-- Wally!"

"Wally? Bren, what're you-- oh my god! That is Wally!" Off in the distance, you can see the gray ball of hair hurdling towards the baseball diamond.

"That's not Wally! That's Rupert! It's my dog, he's back!" Randy gasps, watching in amazement as his shaggy mutt runs across the crowds and into his open arms.

"Hey uh," Brandon comes to greet you, but is looking out into the field as well, "isn't that supposed to be your dog, Y/N/N?"

"No, Brandon," Brenda shakes her head, light smile lacing her lips. "I guess that's Randy's dog…" You sigh, but seeing the little boy giggle with glee as Wally-- er, Rupert, laps at his cheek, there's no troubling emotions to be found.

"I'm sorry, Y/N/N," Brandon laces his fingers with yours, grabbing your attention with a soft kiss to your temple.

"I'm not," you assure him. You smile, the sight of the boy reuniting with his long lost dog something straight out of a movie scene. One last look and you turn away from the boy, eyes meeting your boyfriend’s. “Hey, Brandon... have a date for that dance yet?”

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