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Batting Practice Part 31 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Nothing melts Bradley's heart quite like Everett's excitement for his upcoming adoption. While the three of you count down to the big day, there are unexpected houseguests to deal with and neverending happiness to absorb. 

Warnings: Fluff, angst, swearing, smut

Length: 5200 words

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

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"Mom! Dad!" Everett shouted, running up the sidewalk when Molly arrived to drop him off at home on Monday evening. "Aunt Molly said I'm getting a baby cousin in March!"

Bradley watched as Molly hustled along the sidewalk behind Everett, and he went to meet her to get his soon to be son's overnight bag. "Thanks for watching him for the weekend," Bradley said, looping the bag over his shoulder while he thought about how sexy you'd looked in Palm Springs wearing your collar and leash. Then he glanced at where you were giving Everett a big hug on the front porch, and he thought about how hot you were even in full mom mode.

"We had fun," Molly said, stifling a yawn. "Bob took him on a hike, and then we did math problems with gummy bears. He's all ready to start second grade." Then she grinned at Bradley and said, "You owe me one for packing your wife's weekend bag with you in mind."

Bradley grunted, cracking his knuckles to try to keep his composure. Only about two more hours until Everett was in bed for the night and he could have his Kitten all to himself. "Yeah, I definitely owe you one."

Molly clasped her hands in front of her baby bump, clearly very pleased that he had enjoyed his wedding gift. Then she bent to kiss Everett and tell him goodbye. "I'll call you after your first day of school tomorrow, Ev. Love you."

"Bye, Aunt Molly!" Everett waved as Bradley's sister-in-law drove away.

Bradley scooped Everett up in his arms and followed you inside. While he had enjoyed the two nights away with you immensely, he missed Ev's laugh and his smile so much. "Pancakes for dinner? And then I'll show you the baseball jersey we got for you in Palm Springs?"

"Yes!" Everett cheered. And then as he helped Bradley mix some chocolate chips into the pancake batter with a spoon, he asked, "Did you adopt me yet?"

"Oh," Bradley grunted, pausing to really look at Ev. Wide, sincere eyes looked back up at him. He thought back to the very first day of tee ball, remembering just how much he really liked talking to Everett right from the start. How he only grew to appreciate him more and more. And he let himself feel all of the overwhelming love right now that he had for this kid. "I wish, Ev. Your mom has to call some people first, and make a few appointments. It might take a few weeks." Bradley didn't want to tell him that it might be next year before anything was finalized.

"Okay," he replied, and his shoulders slumped with dejection. "But I thought it would be cool to tell everyone at school tomorrow that I got a dad over the summer."

Bradley wrapped him in a hug and just held him for a few seconds. "You can still tell them that. I'm your dad, for sure, kiddo. It doesn't matter if it's not official yet."

"Okay," Everett whispered against Bradley's chest. "But when can I write my name is Everett Bradshaw?"

Anything. Anything in the world. Bradley would do anything for this kid. As he held him and thought about how much his life had changed, he figured the fact that he would do whatever it took to make Everett feel happy and loved was enough to make him a good dad. He'd learn all the other details over time. He would probably make more mistakes and inadvertently teach Ev more bad words. But he would do anything for him.

Bradley kissed the top of his head. "Not quite yet. But you know what? You and your mom can probably both start using Bradshaw for your last name around the same time, so that's good, right?" he asked, his voice not much more than a harsh whisper. Everett hugged him tighter, and Bradley didn't ever want to let go, because he found as much comfort in these hugs as Ev seemed to.

And then that was when you walked into the kitchen to find Bradley with tears in his eyes as Everett clung to him.

"I thought we were trying on our new jerseys?" you asked, and Bradley pulled you into the hug as well. 

He smothered your face in kisses before he said, "That's for after dinner. And then we're gonna pack Ev's bag for school and watch Toy Story. But first just let me hold you both."

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The next day was pure chaos. Everett begged Bradley to drop him off at school on his way to North Island, and on your way to work, you answered your phone when you saw that Molly was calling. She was crying.

"What's wrong?" you asked her, trying to navigate your way through traffic, thinking you may have to turn around and head to her condo. 

"Bob's being deployed," she sobbed, and your heart clenched. 

"When?"

"In a few weeks," she said, sniffling into the phone. "I can't do this without him."

You assumed she meant she couldn't handle her pregnancy on her own, but when you tried to ask, she just cried louder. You could barely understand what she was saying, and you already knew you were going to have to have a conversation with Bradley about having her stay at your house. 

"Molly, it's going to be okay. You'll be great, and I'll be around to help you. And so will Bradley."

She laughed through her tears. "My turd-in-law likes me now, because I didn't pack any real clothing for your honeymoon."

You rolled your eyes. "He has always liked you. I think that just made him like you more. Let me call you back later tonight?"

"Okay." Molly's voice was soft and small as you ended the call, and you hated hearing her like that. But you had other important things to take care of. 

As you parked your car and made your way into your office, you rolled your eyes at Frank. You had bigger things to deal with than him. Once you were settled at your desk, you debated with yourself about which phone call to make first: Danny or your lawyer. You decided on Danny, and when he answered after seven rings with a groggy hello, you got right to the point.

"Any chance you were planning on responding to the petition I sent you for child support?"

You could practically hear him rolling his eyes, and now you were thankful you caught him first thing in the morning. "I have one hundred and twenty days to comply. And that's according to my expensive lawyer that you're forcing me to pay for. I hope you realize that this would mean there's less money for Everett."

Now you were the one rolling your eyes. "It's already been months, Danny."

"I have one hundred and twenty days," he reiterated, practically snarling at you through the phone. "You'll hear more about it when I'm good and ready. I still can't believe you're trying to destroy my life like this. You weren't money hungry prior to a few months ago. And I could still have that tee ball boyfriend of yours charged for entering my home without permission."

"He's my husband now," you said, keeping your voice as steady as possible. 

"Good for you," he replied with a sarcastic chuckle. 

"You're right. It's very good for me," you said, raising your voice over his horrible laughter. "I was just calling to let you know that you're about to be served with some papers that will negate the child support petition. And if you don't comply with what I want, I'll drag you through the legal system until you're out of money."

The line went silent, and you had to bite your tongue, forcing him to be the first one to speak again. "What the fuck do you want?" 

You took a deep breath and thought about your husband and your son and your sister and how much love was in your life now. "I would like to give you exactly what you hoped for: nothing. I can remove Everett and myself from your life completely if you agree to do something for me."

After another long pause, Danny said, "Name your terms."

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Bradley was anxious to learn how your conversation with your lawyer had gone. But when he got home, it was just you there in your little black skirt and high heels, standing in the kitchen sipping a bottle of tequila. 

"Whoa," he said, rushing toward you and taking the bottle out of your hand. But you were smiling. 

"I was going to make us some margaritas, but I got carried away," you whispered, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him. Bradley tasted the tang of the liquor on your lips and tongue. 

"Does this mean you have good news, Kitten?" He was holding you tight to him, forehead pressed to yours as he waited, hoping to hear what would make him happier than anything else right now. 

"What are you doing eight weeks from today?" you asked, raking your fingers gently along his scalp. 

"Baby, if you don't tell me right now that I get to adopt Ev in eight weeks, I'm going to cry."

You smiled and pressed your lips to his. "You get to adopt Ev eight weeks from today. We have the date set at the courthouse."

"How?" he asked as his eyes filled with tears. "How did I get this lucky? In less than a week, I got myself a wife and a court date!"

He wasn't sure how he could be this happy and also be crying so much. But when you told him that you got Danny to agree to your terms, he had to wipe away his tears even though he was smiling. 

"Where's Ev now?" he asked, kissing along your neck, overcome with so much relief.

"Molly picked him up from school. She's going to bring him home after dinner."

"So, we're alone?" he asked, smiling against the curve of your jaw and hiking up your skirt. "We're alone. Until I invite Molly to come stay with us while Bob is deployed."

Bradley's hand's froze on the bare backs of your thighs. "I'm sorry, what?"

You kissed and nipped at his lips, but he pulled a few inches away from you. "Bob is being deployed."

"Yeah," he replied. "I got that part."

You rolled your eyes and started to unzip his flight suit. "And Molly is going to be lonely and overwhelmed, and I think she might want to come here for a few weeks."

Bradley groaned. "You can't follow up the good news about Everett with this devastating announcement, Kitten."

"Bradley!" you scolded, playfully smacking his chest as he yanked your skirt up until he was palming your ass. 

"All I'm saying is that Molly is like this annoying little sister that I never wanted, and even though I do love her, she's going to cramp our style, Baby."

"How so?" you asked, easing your hand down the front of his flight suit and stroking his cock. 

"She'll have to sleep in the Phillies room," he whispered. "You know that's where we've been having our quickies."

"Hmm, you're right about that, Coach. Think I could change your mind with a blowjob?"

Bradley grunted and thrust against your hand. He tilted your chin up and kissed you. "Your lips on my cock could get me to agree to anything, and you know it."

You nodded at him with all the confidence in the world before you sank to your knees.

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Spending several weeks waiting was not ideal. Everett was asking nearly every day if it was almost November yet. Now it was barely October, but the three of you had gotten into a routine. Bradley made breakfast every morning while you packed lunches. Then he dropped Everett off at school, and you went to work a little early. When you picked Everett up from school, most days it was just so he could rush through his homework and dinner and spend an hour or two at the park playing and practicing baseball with Bradley. 

Your husband was true to his promises. And he seemed to like practicing baseball as much as Everett did. When you joined them one day, the October air was cool enough to trick you into believing you could be somewhere besides southern California. And Everett was hitting Bradley's pitches so hard, it was unbelievable. 

"I thought you were the famous Bradshaw?" you called out, teasing Bradley before he threw a pitch. "Don't you pitch for the Navy league? That second grader is kicking your butt."

He glared at you out of the corner of his eye and then dropped his ball and glove and chased you until he caught you in his arms. Your laughter was so loud as he kissed you and tickled you, and you tried to get away, but he was too strong. 

"I take it back! I take it back!" you gasped, out of breath from laughing. "You're amazing! The best pitcher I've ever seen."

He conceded by hugging you from behind instead of tickling you. Then he whispered, "I'm not even kidding, Kitten, he's so fucking good at baseball." Then he kissed you one last time and returned to pitch a slider to Everett who looked permanently happy these days. And when he hit the pitch easily, you realized you were permanently happy, too.

But that night, you had to deal with the thing you knew was coming at some point. It was late, and you were in bed with Bradley's mouth on your pussy. You were close, so so so close. But your phone kept ringing softly on your nightstand, and you could tell it was Molly by the ringtone. 

"Don't answer it," Bradley grunted, licking a long stripe from your opening to your clit. "You can call her back when I'm done with you."

So you laced your fingers through his pretty curls and rode his face, whining his name as your phone started ringing again. Bradley slowed down his tempo, just like he knew you needed, and when he wrapped his lips around your clit, that prickle of his mustache on your sensitive skin sent you. He squeezed your thighs as you planted your feet, and you came so hard, you were seeing stars. Your knee was shaking. He was unrelenting. Your vision blurred every time you blinked, but a beat later, Bradley's body was wrenched away from yours, and he was out the bedroom door and at the top of the steps with a baseball bat in his hand. 

Then you heard Molly's soft voice calling up from the bottom of the stairs. "I'm sorry. It's just me."

You tried to scramble for your clothing, but you realized Bradley had undressed you over by the bathroom. And then you realized that he was standing there in his snug underwear with a massive erection, holding the bat like he was about to take someone's head off with it. He must have heard Molly let herself in the house. 

As you located your clothing on the floor, Bradley lowered the bat, nodded and said, "Your sister's here."

"Thanks," you told him, yanking your panties on and slipping into his undershirt. You kissed him quickly as you rushed down the stairs and into the living room where she was standing with a tote bag and a bouquet of those hideous flowers she liked so much. She was crying softly. 

"I can't," she whispered, and you wrapped your arms around her. "I can't stay there alone another night. I hate being away from Bob. You know what he did? He got the guy from the gas station to deliver the flowers to me today, because it's the six month anniversary of the first time he said he loved me."

"Oh, Molly," you whispered, kissing her forehead. 

"He set this shit up before he left!" she wailed. "I don't even know what he's doing today, because I haven't talked to him in a week. A week! And now I interrupted you having sex, and I can tell Bradley's mad at me."

You held her close. "He's not mad at you, Molly. He just thought you were a burglar or something."

"I'm sorry," she moaned, holding the flowers out to the side so they didn't get crushed. Her belly felt like it had gotten bigger since the last time you saw her, and you patted her there which made her smile. 

"Stop apologizing. You can stay with us until Bob gets back." You really should have run that past Bradley before you made such a bold declaration, but you knew he wouldn't fuss too much. Probably. So you coaxed Molly into letting you put the flowers in a vase in the kitchen, and then you led her upstairs to where Bradley was wearing a full set of pajamas and brushing his teeth in your bathroom. 

"Coach?" you called out to him softly, and he made eye contact with you in the mirror. "She's going to stay with us." You weren't really asking, and he didn't look upset. He just nodded and then spit out the toothpaste.

"I figured," he said, rinsing his mouth and drying his hands. He kissed you and pulled you in for a hug before adding, "I'll go sleep in the Phillies room for the night. Just tonight. That way you can talk to her so she can fall asleep. But after tomorrow morning, it's all red and white and the letter P everywhere for your sister. I don't fucking care how much she misses Bob. Got it?"

"Got it," you told him with a smile. "You're the best husband in the world."

"I know," he said with a grumble, but he was smiling too. And when he passed Molly in the hallway, she was still holding one of the flowers. He kissed her on the forehead without saying anything else, and then he walked into the Phillies room as Molly climbed in bed with you.

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Everett was up so early on Halloween, Bradley needed to drink two cups of coffee just to keep up with him. "If you're this excited now, I don't know if it's a good idea for you to be collecting copious amounts of candy later." He raised the mug to his lips again as you and Molly walked into the kitchen. 

The three of you watched Everett bounce over to the white board on the refrigerator and update it to say that there were just ten days left until his adoption. That meant that Bob would be home in nine days. That also meant that Molly would be out of here in nine days or less, and that did indeed bring a smile to Bradley's face. 

It wasn't that he didn't like Molly. He actually loved her. Everett was obsessed with his Aunt Molly, and she loved spending time with him. She was fun and witty, and it brought Bradley joy to pick on her. But she was also messy, and she was eating all of their food, and he couldn't walk around in his underwear as much as he had gotten used to. 

But last night, she'd happily taken Everett out for dinner and to the movies for a few hours with Bradley's credit card. And you'd worn your collar and leash for him along with your cat ears and tail, and holy shit, he needed to stop thinking about it right now.

"Morning, Kitten," he grunted as he poured you some coffee. 

"Ten more days!" Everett shouted.

"Nine more days!" Molly shouted.

But you bit your lip and pulled a piece of mail out of the tray on the counter. "I thought it would be more fun to open this when we were all together," you said, tearing into the envelope and holding up your new social security card. "But I'm officially a Bradshaw."

"Yes!" Bradley whooped, hoisting you up into his arms as you squealed. Molly and Ev did an obnoxious dance across the kitchen as Bradley kissed your neck and ear while you chanted Bradshaw, Bradshaw.

"Everett will be next! I'm buying us one of those stupid flags people hang from their porch with their last name on it, I don't even care," you said as Bradley set you down, and his lips found yours.

"I love you, Kitten."

That evening, as the four of you got ready to go trick-or-treating, Bradley pulled on his Navy Waves uniform and then buttoned you into one of his Phillies jerseys.

"You'll have to borrow this until we can get you some Phillies gear of your own, Mrs. Bradshaw. Don't spill anything on this one," he muttered. "It's vintage."

You rolled your eyes so hard and then said, "No eating chocolate in it then?"

"No, no, no, absolutely no chocolate. This belonged to my dad."

"Oh," you gasped as he did up the last button. "Then I can't wear it tonight! It's too special."

You reached for the buttons, but Bradley stopped you with his larger hands. "Nah, it's okay, Kitten. Ol' Goose would have wanted you to wear it. I think he'd be happy to see me with you and Ev right now." Actually, Bradley knew both of his parents would have loved you and adored Everett. It was hard for him to think about the way Carole would have doted on her grandson. 

The look of awe on your face as you said, "Thank you. No chocolate," made Bradley chuckle. 

Then Molly's booming voice in the hallway had you pulling the door open to reveal her standing there dressed as a pregnant umpire. "Are you ready to rumble?!" she shouted into a bullhorn that had you and Bradley covering your ears while Everett chanted and cheered. 

"Baseball umpires don't use bullhorns! And they don't say that!" Bradley shouted over the ruckus, but when he reached for it, Molly yanked it away from him. 

"This one does," she said into the speaker, and Bradley thought one of them might not make it back tonight. 

But it was so hard to be annoyed when the four of you looked like you were ready to play baseball. And then Bradley had you take a photo of him kneeling down on the porch next to Everett dressed as a Phillies player. The photo was so sweet, he immediately set it as his lock screen. 

"Are we ready to go?" Molly asked using the bullhorn, and Bradley gritted his teeth. "Ev, that's a foul for looking so cute in your Halloween costume. You owe me a Snickers bar for that."

"That's not what umpires do," Bradley ground out, digging around in the massive bowl of candy that you had set on the porch steps, searching for the only thing that might make Molly stop.

"And my sister gets a red card for leaving the candy on the porch," she added through the speaker. "That'll get stolen by the first kid that comes by. Rookie mistake. I used to do that with my friends."

You just shook your head as Bradley said, "There aren't even red cards-"

But Molly turned the horn toward him. "And Bradley gets a foul for being a turd."

But then his fingers wrapped around the king sized Hershey's bar and he waved it in her face. "I'll trade you this for the bullhorn, Molly. Make good decisions."

She eyed him with trepidation, but he knew that candy was her weakness now more than ever. She'd finished a whole bag of fun sized Kit Kats two nights ago, and Bradley had to go to Target to replenish the Halloween supply. When Molly lunged for the Hershey's bar, Bradley quickly grabbed the bullhorn and shoved it discreetly into the shrubs as she immediately opened the wrapper. 

And after that, he had a pretty great night. Everett collected three pillowcases full of candy, and Molly ate it along the way while she repeatedly yelled, "Strike three, you're out!" every time Bradley tried to give you a kiss. But he was happy that Molly was having a night where she wasn't constantly thinking about Bob. 

"Can we get a family photo next to that huge inflatable pumpkin?" you asked, pointing at the lawn decoration in front of the last house on the street. Everett went running for the pumpkin, all hopped up on sugar. 

"Yep," Bradley said, pulling his phone out of his pocket. Molly held her hand out to take it from him, but he shook his head. "You need to be in the family photo, too." So he flagged down another dad who agreed to take the picture for them, and you slipped your arm around his waist and gave him a kiss just after the photo was taken.

"Thanks, Coach," you whispered, your soft voice right next to his ear. 

"Thanks, turd," Molly told him, trying to hide the tears she was swiping at as she turned to chase Everett down the sidewalk yelling about interference and personal fouls. 

But it was after everyone got home and Everett and Molly were sound asleep that Bradley's night got even better. He was tired, he really was, but as soon as you very carefully unbuttoned and removed his vintage Phillies jersey, you looked at him and licked your lips. 

"Kitten?" he asked softly, his cock already very interested in what might be happening next. 

You closed your eyes and said, "I bought something I wanted to try on for you."

Bradley groaned, ready to beg. "Yes," he grunted, and you were pushing him toward the bed as he got undressed down to his underwear. 

"Close your eyes. No peeking," you whispered, turning on the soft bedside lamp and turning off the overhead light. So he closed his eyes and listened to you flitting around the room, opening drawers and the closet door. His hand was down the front of his boxer shorts, and he was stroking himself when he felt your warm lips meet his. He moaned softly, "Can I look yet, Kitten?"

Once you were straddling his waist, your ass rubbing his cock through his underwear, you whispered, "My name is Lieutenant Kitten," and his eyes opened immediately. You were wearing his khaki uniform shirt, complete with his Bradshaw name tag. His favorite pair of aviators were perched low on your nose, and his dog tags were tucked between your breasts, hidden by the shirt. 

"You're the sexiest naval officer I have ever seen," Bradley promised, skimming his rough fingertips down your soft thigh, bent knee and calf. He smirked as you raised his hand to your lips and kissed his wedding band. "Lieutenant Kitten."

As you leaned forward to kiss his lips, Bradley noticed some dark green lace peeking out from the collar of the khaki shirt, and he started working on the buttons as you licked the seam of his lips. 

He felt the fabric before he saw it. You were covered in green lace from your tits down to your pussy, and he was already nudging it to the side, dying to know how wet you were. 

"You're in charge, Lieutenant," he whispered, his voice harsh. "What would you like me to do?" 

"You better make me cum."

He moaned as you lifted your hips, and he slipped that finger right inside you. So warm and silky. The bodysuit fit you like a dream, and you were leaning back, hands on his thighs, letting him watch your pussy sink down around two of his fingers now. You were rolling your hips slowly, making Bradley throb, but he was determined to give you exactly what you wanted first. 

God, had you ever been this wet before? You were practically dripping. "Does that feel good, Lieutenant?" he asked. 

"Keep going. Keep going." 

With three fingers now inside you and his thumb on your clit, Bradley worked you over at a leisurely pace that had him almost in a trance. The way you were moving looked obscene, like he was viewing something so sexy, so filthy, it was taboo. He was barely moving his hand now, just listening to your little grunts and moans as they got louder while you fucked yourself on his hand.

"God damn," he whispered, tapping your clit softly each time you withdrew to his fingertips, earning him a little gasp. 

"Bradley," you whined, getting a little louder now as you tilted your head forward to look him in the eye. Your grip tightened on his thighs, and his cock was demanding a fair share of your body, but he could tell you were close to orgasm. 

"Baby," he whined, your slick coating him and glistening as you rocked your body forward one, two, three more times, and then your pussy clenched, grabbing at his fingers. "Fuck."

"Oh my god!" you whined, lips parted, gasping as you jerked yourself along his fingers.

"I need to fuck you," he said, nodding his head. "Please?"

"Yes," you gasped, easing yourself onto your back, legs spread wide. He pushed that little bit of green lace to the side and coated his cock with the wetness on his hand, and then he fucked you. And he fucked you so hard, your back arched. And then he fucked you even harder, your tits bouncing free of the bodysuit while he shoved his still slick fingers into your mouth to keep you quiet.

He didn't last; he knew he wouldn't. Not with you in brand new lingerie and his shirt. Not with the chain of his dog tags tangled up with your paw print necklace. He filled you up with his cum as he leaned down, easing his fingers out of your mouth and replacing them with his tongue. Everything was back to that languid pace you'd set earlier as you dragged your fingers through his hair and tasted his mouth. 

Bradley pulled away to look at your pretty face, and you smiled as you ran your fingers along the scars on his cheek. "Did you enjoy your Halloween, Coach?"

With a kiss to the tip of your nose, Bradley pulled himself free from your body and collected you against his chest. He carefully leaned back against his pillow, holding you close with you still in his khaki shirt. "I did," he said thoughtfully, rubbing your arm. "I...well, I know it's kind of silly, but the last time I spent a Halloween with my dad was when I was three, and now I'm a dad."

"That's not silly," you told him. "And you're not just any dad. You're the best."

He held you tight. "You think Ev is going to make us dress as baseball players again next year?"

"Oh, one hundred percent."

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Just two more parts left now! Thanks so much for reading! If there's something for Coach, Kitten and Ev that you're hoping to see, hit me up. Thanks to @beyondthesefourwalls and thank you for the banner @mak-32

PART 32

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[stariikis]

ni-ki as your study date •｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅

synopsis ; the price you paid for choosing an athletic boyfriend over an academic one? no practical help when you're drowning in mysterious equations and symbols. but at least he's good at comforting the perfectionist in you.

pairing ; athletic!nishimura riki x academic achiever!reader genre ; fluff, established rs wc ; 802 warnings n notes ; dear readers, these two are mentally suffering because one doesn't care and the other cares too much! trigger warning, bio phys chem and math mentioned..

“-And during PE we played badminton, and Jake hyung was soooo bad today. He kept trying to smash but missed the shuttlecock.” Beside you, with his “I-swear-I’ll-finish-three-chapters-today” Physics textbook hardly opened to the first page, Riki doesn’t stop rambling about the various sports he’s played today. You’ve heard enough about the goals he scored during an impromptu morning game of football. The way his best friend fumbled during a badminton match. How his legs ache from standing in the sun for hours during baseball training. You’re about to tug him out the cafe by his jersey. 

“Are you going to start your notes or what?” You shove him with a lighthearted tone, barely concealing the exasperation behind your words. “All that talk about wanting to finally get an A but you still keep yapping. About sports, no less.” 

Riki rolls his eyes and mock-salutes in your direction. “Yes, ma’am.” 

Taking a sip of your matcha latte, you sigh resolutely and return to examine various electronic configurations. Perhaps now, Riki will leave you in peace… 

Only five minutes later, you’re snapped out of focus with a sheepish nudge. 

“What’s a moment…” “OH my days Nishimura Riki how can you not know what a moment is that’s like basic physics you’re supposed to have known that since we started chapter TWO.” 

Shrinking under your scoldings, he glances back at his textbook, reads the definition and looks back towards you. “I don’t get it.” 

With another heavy sigh, you scoot closer and attempt to explain as simply as you possibly can. However, he’s deliberately distracting you, with playful caresses through your hair and touches of kisses as smooth as silk on your cheek. You’ve got to be turning a beetroot red, but you ignore the warmth spreading through your cheeks and continue on. 

“Now repeat what I just said to you.” Refusing to give in to his silly antics, you cross your arms and lean back. Swiping the hair his fingers touched, not too long ago, out the way. 

He pouts, knowing him acting cute is your soft spot. “That’s not fair.” 

“Why?” You press, but relent and hunch back over your notes. “You know what, just focus on relearning your balanced forces. Do you remember what the principles of moments even is?” Oh wait, he doesn’t even know what a moment is. The way he blinks once at his textbook and blinks twice your way proves this. 

“At this point, I’m not dead, you’re more cooked than I am. And I am cooked.” 

Gasping scandalously, he whisper shouts, “You’re literally my academic goal, what are you on? I wish I had the motivation you did. Okay, more like I wish I had your grades, but we both know that’s not happening.” 

He gestures to all the bruises he’s obtained over the past week, scratches and wounds that demonstrate how dedicated he is to all the sports he partakes in. They’re his own personal souveniers. Although most fade quickly, some leave scars burning in his skin, but he’s proud of them all even when you express your concern for him. 

He’s always been like that. Dismissive of concerning matters because he enjoys showing people how strong he is. Internally and externally. The complete opposite of him, one Maths question you get wrong and you start questioning the very bane of your existence. 

You fall into silence, looking back at your notes. You have lost track of where Chemistry starts and ends, your paper copy of the periodic table crumpled and defaced from your bursts of frustration. You may not show it, but there’s so much going on in your head it’s hard to escape the fog you’ve mentally put yourself in. With the crazy STEM course you’ve chosen, you know that you’re definitely on the train tracks with a sign pointing towards a crash site. 

Either you shut yourself out and pass with flying colours, or you enjoy life and fail miserably. There’s no in between. Is it so hard to want to maintain a social life and a healthy relationship, while topping your class and achieving high honours? Perhaps it is. 

Noticing your sudden stillness, Riki panics. “You’re stressing out again. Why are you stressing out again? You’re doing well. Well, compared to me. Should I just do bio? Things with numbers are always complicated..” 

You laugh as he looks back at his noteless textbook. 

“Anyway, I think you’re doing just fine.” Riki murmurs, massaging your back with his hand. “Don’t overwork yourself and you’ll be fine. Just like you were, and always will be. Do you want me to test you?” 

“That’d be nice…” You smile, watching his eyes light up a little too eagerly when he closes his textbook. “But you’re just saying that so you don’t have to study anymore, right?”

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[lavendermunson]

good at keeping secrets - steve harrington

chapter 4 of miss americana and the heartbreak prince

summary millions of questions, a promotion, a gala, and the rules of the entertainment industry breaking your heart again. would steve make it better or act like the rest?

cw angst, mentions of insecurity (steve and reader), SO MUCH ANGST SORRY ):

w.c 2.3 k a short one hi

a/n thank you so much to my babe @ihatepeanutss for helping me figure this out! i was so lost and you saved me ilysm!!

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“It was very nice to talk with you, I hope we can have some new music soon, and come by whenever you want! We love her here, don’t we?”

As the host of the show make the audience scream, applaud, and cheer for you. You smile and wave your hand to the audience cheering for you, it’s nice to hang out with your fans and allow them to see you in a morning show from the comfort of their houses.

“Thank you so much for having me, I'm going to miss you!”

You blow a kiss to the audience and then to the camera, to all the people who are watching you, and to someone out there who has your heart. When you exit the studio building you get hit by the shiny sun of Los Angeles, something you could never get tired of.

You put your sunglasses on, feeling a sense of warmth in your chest as your fans open their arms to greet you and take pictures with you. Someone is wearing Steve’s jersey and you can't tear your eyes away, the last name and number on sitting along with the colors of the team, that’s the look you would go for if you could.

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Steve sits in front of the TV watching the morning show you are on, the smell of eggs, bacon and toast fill Eddie’s kitchen while the metalhead cooks for his friend who keeps staring at screen. Nancy is late to their weekly morning meeting, the day before a fundraiser gala. They aren’t fans of the fancy events but it’s for a good cause and Hopper said it will be good for Steve.

“Do you want a cup for your drool, big boy?” Eddie asks Steve as he sees his gaze glued to the TV. Looking at you, answering questions about your life, and skipping with a sad face the question about love and boyfriends. He wished he could hear his name instead of watching you avoid the question.

“What? No?” He quickly looks at Eddie with a plate of eggs with bacon in his hands, Steve accepts it with a thank you and sits on one of the stools on the kitchen island.

“So… you look sad, wanna talk?”

Eddie asks, he knows his friend like the palm of his hand. He knows there’s is something up, maybe too many times at once.

“I’m not sad, maybe overwhelmed”

Steve sighs, taking a sip of his coffee and looking at Eddie through his eyelashes. He knows he can’t lie to him.

“Did you see her face? She knows how to avoid these questions but god, I would love to go out and tell the world how I feel about her but I can’t”

“Can’t? Or don’t want to?” 

The question makes Steve's ears ring and his head spin.

“I can’t, Hopper won’t let me I don’t want to disappoint him” 

“Steve, I know that is only one of a few reasons but I also know that you have to work through your emotions. Is this the first time you are allowing someone in your heart like this?” 

“Yeah, it’s so… scary. I’ve never met someone like her and there’s a lot to risk”

Steve has a big ego, parts of it fuelled by his past insecurities. He cares about his fame, his reputation, and his place in the industry. He has been carrying these things since high school, things he couldn’t peel off his skin when he became who he is now. He is the best baseball player and he isn’t going to risk it.

But the thing that he is aware of, is that he is terrified of his feelings. He wants to be completely detached from all the sensibility of love, the insecurity that comes along with loving someone so deeply. What led him to be a “ladies' man” is in his genes, he doesn’t believe in marriages because his parents never loved each other and it seems like a waste of time. 

Something has deeply changed within Steve’s way of thinking and feelings, he has been known for being quiet about it and shutting down when he feels himself leaning on to the love. With you it’s different because it gives him calm, he feels safe in your arms and he is so happy, but he knows it’s not going to last. Nothing ever lasts. 

When Nancy arrives to join them for breakfast, they enjoy the morning talking about their careers and making fun of their outfits for tomorrow. Steve’s phone is blowing up with calls from Hopper, he steps out of the kitchen and into a room to answer. When he joins his friends, he gets completely frozen in his place, and a mix of frustration and emotions runs through his body at the same time. 

“Are you alright Steve?” Eddie asks, watching Steve’s face rise three tones of red. 

“I think I know what this is about,” Nancy says, stepping close to Steve and rubbing his arms “Tell us the good news”

“I’m moving teams, I’m joining the Red Sox next season”

Cheers erupt from Eddie and Nancy, filling the kitchen with laughs and warming Steve with hugs. Since he joined the sport, Steve has been looking to join his favorite team and he finally made it. 

That means a lot of changes. Not only is he saying goodbye to Hopper, but he also says goodbye to his team and his friends. Now he has to welcome a wave of new people who will help him to be even better.

“I have to go, I need to sign my contract and do a press conference. I see you tomorrow right?”

“Yeah, congratulations big boy!” 

“You got this Steve, we love you!” 

Eddie and Nancy scream at their friend before he closes the door. He is ready to go and make his dream come true on camera and paper.

___

You sit in your hotel room, completely confused about Steve’s short drunk call last night. He was so happy, his voice reached a new pitch and you could hear the boys in the back screaming at him to drink more. Right now you scroll through your phone and you see all the news about him, the press conference, the pictures, and the tweets from fans. 

“Don’t you need a date for the gala? I should’ve booked one for you” 

“No, told you I'm dating someone already but it’s private, I want to keep it a secret”

“You know I love you, but secrets in this industry don’t work. They will kill you, look at Page Six they know everything” Betty, your manager, assistant, and favorite person in the world tries to convince you. “I think it’s better if you call that friend of yours, what’s his name? The photographer” 

“He can’t see me with another guy. That’s wrong” 

You haven’t told her who he is, what he does, if he is famous or not. She does look a little worried but saves the speech for later, shaking her head and opening the door so the glam team can come over to help you get ready for the fundraiser. You have been so distracted with the tour, that Betty had to tell you the key points and updates so you have a conversation topic with whoever comes to greet you.

As the makeup artist starts getting you ready, you think about the date you had with Steve. You try to come up with a plan to sneak out of the gala with him. 

Maybe this time you crossed some of the lines that were blurry that day, instead of deciding to go slow. You wanted to get over the feeling of needing him and him needing you more intimately, your bodies have been filled with lust with no time to do something about it. You can’t seem to get enough of each other.

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It’s muscle memory at this point, arriving at the gala and walking by the red carpet, posing for the cameras, and giving some interviews. As you come into the room, you see everyone has a table reserved but Steve is so far away from you. You walk to your table and bump into one of your friends, Vickie.

“Hi! You look amazing Vickie!” 

You hug her, it has been a long time since you haven’t seen her. She makes music as well and she is also an actress. You try to catch up on your lives, and your tours and invite her to one of your shows. She smiles big at the offer and takes your hand to guide you to your table.

“I’m so glad we are sitting together, my friend… she didn’t want to come with me because she already had a date!”

“I’m so sorry she ditched you, but you have me here”

When you arrive at your table, you see a card with your name on top of a set of plates. Empty cups of champagne waiting to be filled to the rim and a gift bag from the event organizers. You notice the cards on the table, Vickie sits next to you and there’s another card that reads-

“Eddie Munson? No way! they are sitting us in groups again. I don’t mind that he is cool, but why can’t we sit with the actors? Who is pushing us aside?”

While Vickie complains you look around, you see a lot of people coming in and greeting each other but you look around the room for Steve.

“Eddie… oh I know him! I went to his concert a few days ago”

“I know he is cool… I kinda wanted to meet another actress though”

“Yeah, it’s weird they divide us into groups”

“At least my friend won’t be at the model's table, she’d be with the athletes”

“Oh, who is she dating?” I am dating Steve, I wish I could sit with him.  you think.

“I’m not sure, her date’s PR team made the arrangement but she knows if they get along maybe something could happen”

“Well, good luck to her!”

You say, with a bitter taste in your mouth. PR relationships never work, they are created out of soulless, money-greedy people. Whoever agrees to them it’s an idiot.

When Eddie shows up, fashionably late. The show starts, and a band plays jazz to set an armonic evening while dinner gets served. You talk to Eddie and Vickie, get to know them more, and complain to them about the music industry. The usual.

After a couple of glasses of champagne, the event goes by quickly, with rounds of applause at the end of every speech and you can’t see Steve anywhere.  You look away from his table, trying to find your friend Jonathan who you know is working here and it’s always nice to chat with him.

“Wow, I know why you ditched me!” Vickie says to her friend, she taps your shoulder to turn your back to greet her, and oh surprise. She has her arm attached to Steve’s. Your breath hitches in your throat, a knot starts to form in your stomach.

“So, this is my friend,” Vickie says her name, and you look at her. She is tall, brunette, and has a red dress that hugs her curves, her makeup is perfectly done and you could swear the walls of the room are closing in, making you feel small and cramped. “And this is…”

“We know each-” his voice interrupts you, and you freeze in your place.

“I'm Steve, Steve Harrington. It’s nice to meet you” 

Did he just? Yes. He just acted like he didn’t know you like you were a total stranger. It breaks your heart, you know he wants to keep you a secret but this, this just feels wrong. His body is stiff, he offers you his hand to shake his and act as if you were meeting for the first time. 

It hurts. It hurts because you wish he at least called you a friend. It hurts because he acts like his hands didn’t leave some kind of tattoo on you. It hurts because your side feels empty, he has a girl to show off when he should have been showing you off. It hurts because he is okay with people thinking they have something going on. It hurts because his gaze is heavy on you, yet he manages to hide his emotions so well that the light that his eyes have when he sees you is gone.

And you feel jealous, but more than that, you feel betrayed. You feel so tired of this world.

You don’t say anything. Not even shake his hand, just walk straight to the door bumping your shoulder with his strong arm. He turns around to see you, not knowing why you did that or why you look so upset. 

Steve sees you walk through the door and his head turns quickly to catch Eddie’s gaze, who is shaking his head and frowning, pressing his lips to stay quiet and not call him an idiot in front of his date and Vickie.

You tell your security guard to take you home and they do. They notice you are upset and thank god they signed a contract so they can’t talk about how your face looks pale and your eyes are glassy, tears swelling up.

When you get home safe, you walk to the bathroom and start to cry. Your mascara starts to fade away along with your eye shadow, leaving trails on your face, you look at yourself. You look so broken, but in a way you did this to yourself because you agreed to be a secret, to be his secret.

You look away from the mirror and walk to the corner of your bathroom, your back pressed against the cold tiles you let your body fall to the floor and curl up so your knees are pressed against your chest. 

You start to cry more because you feel like such an idiot, of course, he was going to pretend nothing was going on, you didn’t expect him to take such good care of his reputation and make plans to hide you.

But you agreed to this.

You wanted to be his little secret.

And one thing about Steve… he is good at keeping secrets.

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[stayandot8]

An Inning with Minnie

Genre: fluff

Relationship type: blind date! seungmin, first date feels

Important Contents: So. My first drabble that's not Chris centered. I'm nervous lmao. let me know what you think and if you want to see more of him here. I had fun writing it. It came to me when I fell down a hole and couldn't get back out so I hope you enjoy.

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If I hadn’t told her how lonely I was, I wouldn’t even be here.

If this guy was a dud, I was never talking to my friend again. She had begged me to let her set me up with her boyfriend’s friend. She told me he wasn’t a creeper ‘like the last guy you dated’ or a loser like the others were. It wasn’t like I went out looking for the losers, I just happened to attract them to me. But how I let her talk me into an actual date, let alone a baseball game as a blind date with this guy, I’ll never know. Call it boredom or desperation. Call it whatever you like. I was feeling it. 

I only agreed because if the date was going badly, I could easily run away into the crowd, never to be seen again. Watching the people passing by, I was certain they would come to my rescue should I need it. The crowd was just big enough that I would be able to slip away successfully should I need to. If he showed up…

All I knew about him was that he was a good friend, he was tall, and he had brown hair. He didn’t change it often, but this was one of the instances where he had gotten bored of his natural hair color and wanted a change. So that was all I had to go off of. A myriad of tall, brown-haired boys seemed to be at the stadium today, which did nothing for the Where’s Waldo game I seemed to be playing. We were supposed to meet at the front gate, our friends buying us matching jerseys so we would know each other when we were spotted. I made one last pass through the crowd of people, swaying and going up on my tiptoes to try and see when I saw what could be my mystery date, talking on the phone. 

He was tall and his hair was brown, he was wearing glasses that shaped his skinnier face and rounded him out. He was in black jeans and the jersey that matched mine. He was cute. He was adorable. He was… looking at me. His attention was piercing, yet addictive. It seemed like he always looked with intent, like nothing was ever an accident because of how carefully he thought out his actions. He gave a shy smile, testing to see if I was his intended target. I smiled back and started towards him. He covered his mouth towards his phone, mumbling his goodbyes and dropped it in his front pocket as I neared. His head snapped back up to find me closer than before and his smile grew bigger. 

“Hi!” His face seemed to light up from the neutral expression it had when I spotted him. He stuffed his hands in his pockets, seemingly unsure of what to do with them. But his eyes gave him away. I couldn’t help but smile back at him.

“Hi there! You’re Seungmin, right? Changbin’s friend?” He nodded. 

“Yeah that’s me. You can just call me Min. Some people have a harder time with my full name so I’ve gotten used to it.”

“Min. I like that.” He blushed and gulped, blinking at the pavement below us. I ushered him nearer to the stadium. “Shall we go?” 

He nodded again and led the way, checking behind him to make sure I was following. He had a very easy air about him, walking politely around everyone else. He made sure he cleared the way forward for me though, sticking close by to make the path. His thin shoulders did their best to pave the way, but luckily for me it didn’t take much. He led me into the stadium, the bustling of fans all finding their seats and buying concessions and merchandise. It was easy to see why with the smells of each of the stalls wafting into the air and the merchandise on display under the lights. Seungmin looked back at me when he noticed I had wandered into the nearest store.

“See anything you like?” His voice was soft yet solid, his question making me jump slightly. I smiled at him, then turned back to the jersey I was running between my fingers before he came up. It was one of my favorite players that had joined the team. And would you look at that…

“This one is just my size too! I used to love watching him play from a bar in the next town over. I would go there just to watch with other people. I hate watching games alone. It takes half the fun out of the game.”

“Oh yeah? I feel the same way! I’d much rather be able to scream with a bunch of guys than have to do it all by myself.”

“So you really get into it?” I looked at him, raising my brow. I was wondering if I would have to fight off boredom while he was enthralled in the game.

“Sometimes. When I don’t have someone I’m here with.” He smirked at me but it was one of those that didn’t quite feel malicious. Instead, it felt..playful. Like he was hiding a secret that he would reveal later. “Besides, if you’re buying a jersey, then I’m thinking we’ll both be into it the same. Did you grow up watching baseball?”

“Yes, actually! My grandfather loved it and played with my dad when he was young. My other grandfather actually coached my mother’s and aunts softball teams. My cousin played it, I played, my brother, just about everyone I know. It was mainly just something I enjoyed. But I think I love live games better. Just the atmosphere of being surrounded by people in the sun all here for the same thing. Where bad mouthing the other team is not only accepted but encouraged. And yet, it never feels personal. Like it’s easily brushed off because you know the other teams would do the same.” We scanned the other shelves of hats, gloves, t-shirts, and jackets. Seungmin had wandered away, picking up a hat and examining it. My cheeks turned red, thinking I had bored him. “I’m sorry, I’m rambling.” He must have had the same thought I did since glanced over to me and shook his head.

“No, please keep going. I was listening. I actually really like trash talking the other teams, but mostly with the people around me. I don’t think I would win in a fight against anyone.” He smiled brightly and chuckled at himself. His eyes narrowed when he laughed, his cheeks inching upwards. 

“I don’t think that’s true. I think if someone needed defending, you would jump in. No doubt.”

“Oh?” He tilted his head to me, tucking the hat he’d been holding behind his back. “What makes you say that?”

“Well, you just have a very Knight in Shining Armor feel about you.” I leaned on the shelf, suddenly very aware that he was inching closer to me with that smirk again, testing his limits.

“Is that a bad thing?” His eyes widened as he asked. I slowly shook my head, a grin slowly creeping up my lips. 

“Not at all. A girl could get used to that.” 

“Could you?” He stopped just inches from me, staring directly into my soul with a child-like smile. It was a little dopey, but all the more endearing. I felt the blush bloom on my cheeks as I tucked my lips into my mouth, fighting the grin. I moved to go around him towards the register.

“Shall we buy our products? Then maybe we see if we can find any pretzels on this side of the stadium? I bet I can chug a soda faster than you.” I clutched the hanger tighter as he smiled wider and nodded. I was wondering if he could hear how loud my heart was beating. 

“You’re so on.” He wouldn’t let me pay for the jersey I grabbed. So I refused to let him pay for any food. Which he then didn’t order much. Saying I forced him to order whatever he wanted would be an exaggeration, but ask him and you’d get a different answer. 

Both hands full of drinks and food, we wandered over to a ledge that served as a table for anyone wandering by. It looked over the field while still being hidden from the harsh rays of the sun. It was the perfect place to scour for our seats while still being out of the way of everyone’s bustle. I had pushed my sunglasses up on my head to keep my hair out of my face as I ate with him. He would lightly make fun of how I was eating my pretzel and I would poke him in the arm, which he didn’t seem to mind. In fact, he seemed to do it more often just so I would touch him. 

“Why are you making fun of me?! How do you eat pretzels??”

“The normal way!” He scrunched his eyes as he was laughing at me. I threw my hands up while laughing, confused and also understanding he was zeroing in on this so he would have something to laugh with me about while he tried to find something else to talk about. 

“Okay, okay. Obviously we’re going to win today, but who do you think will get the first hit?” Thus began an endless conversation about stats about our team, going player by player and finding their redeeming qualities as well as their strong suits. This carried us all the way down to our seats, right along the third base line. 

“I may have picked these seats ahead of time when I heard I was coming.” He admitted to me. “I used to come with my friends after school and we would sit in these exact seats and eat all the food our teenage money could buy and yell until our lungs gave out. That’s where my love of baseball grew, I think. You know, I used to want to be a baseball player when I was little.”

“Oh? What stopped you?”

“Life. Life got in the way. I needed a job right out of school so I got one at the cafe down the street from my house. The owners grew to like me and made me manager. They’re an old couple and they’ve talked about giving me the place when they’re done with it..”

“Wow. They must really like you.” I said as I sat down in the bright red foldable seat. I placed my drink in the cupholder and turned towards him as he sat beside me. 

“They’re good people. They helped me when I needed it and I learned the job pretty quick actually.” He stuck his hand in his bag of popcorn to grab some. He held it in my direction and I took some. “I guess dreams can change that quickly. Now I can see myself owning the place. I know the regulars and I’m learning what makes a good manager from the others that work there. There’s this one lady who comes in and orders the same thing every single day: one black coffee, hot with three pumps of vanilla, and a blueberry muffin warmed to exactly 102 degrees. She’ll bring it back if it’s not right but she tips well. I don’t know where people get the idea that they’re allowed to be rude if they tip.”

“I don’t either! I used to work at Starbucks and people would just be so rude for no reason, for the simplest things! People complaining for their coffee when I haven’t even had any yet. Those people are so lucky we weren’t allowed to be rude like those diners you see.”

“Yes! I’ve seen those. Those women are so rude but people get a good laugh out of it. I have to say I do too. They say everything I wish I could say to some people.” Seungmin had finally leaned all the way back to rest on the back of the seat, fully relaxed now. His hair tucked out from his hat and stopped short of his eyes, which were shining now. “Could you ever do a job like that?”

“I don’t know. You have to come up with things pretty fast. I’m not sure my wit is quick enough.” I chuckled to myself. 

“I think you could. I get the feeling your version of that would be hilarious.” That damn blush again…

“You haven’t heard me try to be mean yet. Just wait til someone tries to talk shit and you’ll see a whole new side of me.”

“Is it bad that I can’t wait?” There was a twinkle in his eye when he said that, like he meant it. 

“Well, now I have to give you a show when it happens, don’t I?” I smirked at him, not knowing exactly what I was promising, but excited for it nonetheless. He nodded and smirked back at me. 

When he smirked, it was like a little kid that knew a secret before you did. It had that air of playfulness without taking itself too seriously, as many men my age did nowadays. It was refreshing to see a guy mature enough to know how to act in public while also balancing it out with the jokes he made. They never went too far, he measured every word he said like he knew exactly where it would land and when. A very loud horn interrupted my thoughts and blasted around the stadium, signaling the beginning of the game. A cheer erupted all throughout the way as fans stood up while players ran out to take their starting positions.

“So how many games did you see growing up?” His eyes were on the players while he answered me, not breaking once.

“Oh, tons. I would drag my sister here all the time. She hated me for it. She has no interest in the things that interest me but still we make it work.” I took this time to really, really look at him. He had one of those smiles that you could tell he had braces, but not in a bad way. His teeth were almost too straight, but that just added to his charm. He had a way of making you feel like you had all of his attention all the time, like he was doing things specifically for you even when he wasn’t. Or maybe he was… This date had me too in my own thoughts. I couldn;t remember the last time I wasn’t bored on a date but this one… This one seemed like he could be around a while. He didn’t seem like the type to do anything half-hearted.

“I don’t.” I started. 

“What?”

“I don’t do anything half-hearted. That’s one of the things I’m most proud of. Once I put my mind to something, I don’t give up easily.”

“How did you- was I talking out loud?” He chuckled. 

“Only a little.” He gave me a small smile and tilted his head, telling me that I was most definitely talking out loud. That stupid blush was coming back in full force and I suddenly found the seat in front of my eyes very interesting. 

“I admire that, though.” I said to the plastic. “I can’t stand anyone who doesn’t do things to the fullest.”

“Ha! You should meet my coworkers. One of them constantly quits things and says it's for his ‘mental health’ but he means well. It’s never been anything really important.” He watched the runner take off from first base to round the others. “GO!!” He rose halfway out of his seat, about to stand and cheer the runner on. I watched the guy sprint his heart out, just to get brown out at third base. 

“He got greedy.” I said to Seungmin as he sat back down. 

“Yeah, he should’ve taken what he got and stayed. Whew, that got me excited though.” 

“I know, I was watching.” It was his turn to blush. “No, I just mean it’s nice to get excited about something. It means you’re passionate about it. I like guys who are passionate.” I winked at him, to which he raised his eyebrows and blushed again. 

My favorite player had made his way up to home plate. It was my turn to yell and shout. I stood up, waiting for him to hit, paying everyone around me no mind. He was expected to make a big hit, but the pitcher for the other team knew what he was doing. He struck him out, leaving the field to bat next.

“Damn it!” I shouted and plopped back down in my seat. Seungmin stared at me, fighting another laugh with his lips tucked into his mouth. “What?!” He held up his hands, showing his palms. I huffed, disappointed in my team. 

The next few innings went better, our team scored a few runs, which were all met with loud cheers from our section and boos from the other. And when the songs came on for the crowd to dance to in between innings, I stood straight up, not letting anyone’s looks deter me. I was determined to show Seungmin every side of me, especially the ones that would be the real test. This was one of them. And when I was done, he looked at me questioningly.

“I used to do it with my parents when they would bring me and my brothers. They would make us get up and dance with the music until we started doing it on our own. We started doing it to make them laugh until they couldn’t bring us anymore.” I was out of breath, trying to catch it while he watched me, waiting for me to finish. “They got sick and couldn’t take us anywhere anymore. They passed a year ago. A month apart from each other.” I sighed and smiled to myself. “They always said they couldn’t live without each other. Turns out my dad only lasted a month without her. The doctor kept saying his cause of death was the cancer they found, but I think it was a broken heart from losing her.” Another cheer from the crowd erupted around us, but we were in our own bubble. He was quiet, still watching me. “Sorry, I know this isn’t really baseball talk.”

“No, it’s…It’s fine. I’m glad you shared that with me. I can’t imagine it was very easy to share, especially with someone who’s still technically a stranger.” He laid his hand on top of mine and gave it a gentle squeeze. He didn’t move it until the last inning. 

A vendor carrying a large stick with a few bags of cotton candy was trotting around the arena, shouting for anyone of interest to know that he was near. Seungmin paused our conversation to ask if I wanted some before they were all gone and I eagerly nodded. 

“Which flavor?’ he asked as he got out his wallet. I opened my mouth to protest but he shook his head slowly in warning. “If you get out your wallet, I will throw it on the field.” My mouth fell open in shock at such a dramatic threat. “I take it by your silence that you want the pink flavor.” He stood and called to the vendor and gave him the cash and took the bag from him. He tried to hand me the bag, but I wouldn’t take it. 

“You bought it, it’s yours. I’m not taking it.” He thrust it into my lap and placed his hands on it so I couldn’t remove it. 

“You’re taking it.” He widened his eyes and looked straight into mine, daring me to challenge him. And that seemed to be the end of that. After I had eaten a few smaller bites, I took a chunk out and tapped his shoulder with the same hand. When he turned, his mouth was level with it and he took advantage of this. He ate it right out of my hand. And I saw it, right then, what our relationship would look like should this continue. And I liked it. I liked it a lot. 

I finished the bag of pink fluff right as the final out was caught, most everyone had moved from their seats into the walkways and up, back into the stadium. Some whoops and hollers coming from deep in the halls echoed even louder throughout the seating area. Seungmin was quiet as he led me back the way we came, still shoving his shoulders in between people standing to make room for me until we found ourselves back outside where we met. His hands were in his pockets now and he found the gravel underneath it more interesting than anything around him. Until

“You wouldn’t want to… come back to my apartment…to watch some of the other games… would you?” He was nervous, shuffling his feet and kicking rocks. I pretended like I was mulling it over. 

“Hmm. That depends.” He tilted his head to look at me through the corner of his eye, pretending like he wasn’t interested in my answer should I say no. He was bad at playing it cool, I learned. “What kind of snacks do you have there?” He smirked again. 

“I’ve got all the chips you could dream of. Sweets, too. Pastries from the bakery section of the cafe that no one ate yesterday if you have a sweet tooth. We can even make a pit stop if you want so you can see it.” I felt my face light up at that suggestion. 

“Yes! I need caffeine to pick me up from the adrenaline rush we just went through.” He stopped me at the edge of the curb, holding out his arm while the cars picked up passengers and drove away. 

“Let me go get my car and I’ll pick you up right here.” I smiled, touched at the gesture. 

“I’ll be here.” He smiled back at me and hurried off in what I could only assume was the direction of his car and disappeared.

My phone buzzed in my pocket. When I took it out, I saw her name as the caller and held up the phone to my ear.

“So? How’d it go?” Her voice rang through my ear, cutting through the ringing that came after being around thousands of people. It was pitched up, like she already knew the answer. 

“Shut up.” I said with a laugh and an eye roll. In that order. “Technically, it’s still going on.” I was met with a shriek of delight.

“See?! I knew it!” She rambled on and on until Seungmin pulled up in his black 4-runner. 

“Gotta go, bye!” I hung up on her and ran up to the car, my cheeks hurting from the smiling.

#skz seungmin #stray kids #seungmin #stray kids seungmin #kim seungmin #skz kim seungmin #stray kids x reader #stray kids fluff #skz #stray kids scenarios #stray kids imagine #skz x reader #skz fluff #seungmin x reader #seungmin x you #seungmin x y/n #minnie x you #seungmin stray kids #seungmin skz #seungmin fluff #straykids #skz minnie #stray kids minnie #seungmin x your name

[sunlightmurdock]

I know you've talked a bit about what your roosters look like, but can we get a ☼ for each of your roosters plss??

Oh absolutely!! I shall include pictures for your convenience (:

Blow by Blow

So he’s not in the navy, which means he doesn’t have to abide by Navy standards. I imagine he does still look a lot like our traditional Bradley, like he has the stache and the tan and the auburn kind of brown hair.

He works out almost all day every day, so he’s pretty strong. But, he also drinks a fair amount and eats whatever he wants, so I wouldn’t say that he’s always like ripped with like hard asf abs. That being said, when he goes into focus mode when a fight’s coming up, he does get pretty ripped.

He’s definitely got a couple of tattoos here and there, including a couple of shitty ones that he isn’t a big fan of any more. He keeps his hair pretty short but it might be a lil longer on top sometimes, especially because bambi loves his curls so much <3

Lives in gym clothes a lot of the time, does still have a collection of patterned shirts and some formal clothes to wear to events etc.

— — —

Sub Rosa

The most boyfriend to ever boyfriend. I would also say probably the most movie accurate Rooster, he looks like he does in the movie. For the most part — I think he wears a lot more flannel than movie Rooster does. Don’t ask me why bc I don’t have an answer other than it’s bc he’s boyfriend

— — —

Trouble in Paradise 

Actual Adonis. Like this man is fr gorgeous. Not that all Bradley’s aren’t, but this one is another level. All that sun does wonders for him, he’s always sunkissed and he stops burning as much because he gets into the routine of actually wearing sunscreen. He’s beyond handsome and almost in a way that makes him hard to look at.

Like flushed cheeks and sad eyes, and big hands. There’s just a magnetism to him that’s undeniable. His hair is probably a little lighter than the others’ from the sun, and he’s also a lil older.

— — —

Ceasefire

He breaches the line between frat boy and adult. He doesn’t have much to occupy him in his life before he meets Hyde, so he spends a lot of time partying and working out.

I think his dress sense before he meets Hyde is definitely very masculine casual, and I think it’s after her that he really starts to think about the clothes he buys and how they fit him. We all know that he’s big and broad and rlly hot, still pretty youthful and a lil bit younger than the rooster we saw in the movie.

— — —

Parent Trap

We’ve discussed dilf Rooster before and I am happy to do it again all the time. He’s a little softer around the edges than my other Rooster’s, he doesn’t have as much time to work out with his twin terrors. But, he’s like a dad kind of strong and can easily pick up both of his kids at once without any kind of a struggle.

He’s also my oldest Rooster and he’s aging like a fine wine, with those smile lines. He’s a Captain now, so he works a little more too. Can often be found sleeping on the couch with his flightsuit tied around his waist. When he’s dressing for himself, it’s very much classic Rooster with the Hawaiian shirts.

———

MFIY

MFIY Bradley is obviously my youngest Rooster, and his look reflects that. He’s an arrogant frat boy and he isn’t in the Navy yet for most of the fic. So, his hair is a little longer (and a little lighter than in the picture). He has the stache and he’s in pretty good shape, but not as broad or strong as some of my other Rooster’s. He’ll get there. Can often be found wearing baseball caps and football jerseys.

#my roosters #bradley bradshaw

[shallowseeker]

Close don't count in baseball 02

When Jack asks Dean what he thinks about baseball, he goes on mini rant on how it's the most boring game on the face of the earth. Jack passes on that intel, thinking Dean really hates it, and Mary quietly disinvites Dean from her planned outing to the Missouri Kansas City Royals.

Close don’t count in baseball 02

The first indication that something's up is his giddy giant of a brother, friggin' whistling as he picks fuzz from the dryer's lint trap. Like everyone else, Sam's been over the moon since The Big Jack Win, so it doesn't ping Dean's check-engine light right away.

Then, he recognizes the tune: "Take me out to the ballgame."

So, maybe Jack's getting hyperfixated on baseball now? Dean rolls his eyes, and Sam kicks the dryer shut before leaving.

Dean throws his dead guy robe and a few towels into the wash. Fact is, with all that's been going on, Dean hasn't had the energy to shower in days, verging on a whole week now. Maybe this'll motivate him to get his ass squeaky clean.

///

The next indication that something's goin' on comes when Sam is fixing up the car-cooler a few days later. He's frenetic and bubbly, like he's raring to crash a family park picnic. He hadn't said anything about a case, though.

Dean opens his mouth to ask what the Hell's going on but is interrupted by the appearance of Mary in the kitchen doorway. She's wearing a traditional white baseball button up with cursive, loopy letters: Royals.

"You almost ready?" she asks, and Jack trails in happily behind her, dressed in a deeper blue version of her jersey.

"Almost," Sam calls, gleeful like a trilling bird. "The Fiesta's already loaded up with most of our bags."

Dean blinks and then Mary's in his face, giving him an awkward one-armed hug, like the very act of giving hugs is a monumental effort for her. "We should be back tomorrow afternoon 'round lunch. You got plans, Honey?"

Dean reels. Back from where? Plans for what?

Mary takes in his silence and clicks her tongue, "You can research if you wanna, but Dean. I'd take a day or two if I were you, with, you know."

Michael ridin' his ass, then blowing town, she means.

"Where're you goin?" he croaks, feeling all sorts of knotted seasick as he eyes Mary's shoulder duffle and Sam's over-full cooler.

Mary and Sam share a look, and Jack squirms.

"You know. To Kauffman Stadium?" Mary says, looking at Dean like he's hit his head too hard. "Bobby's meeting us there."

Jack explains, "It's okay, Dean. Mary, Bobby, and Sam are taking me out this time, since you already took me 'on a cheap date' three weeks ago."

Dean swallows. Doesn't wanna talk about that. "Kauffman Stadium," he repeats, dizzy. "Missouri?"

Mary narrows her eyes. "Are you changing your mind? Jack invited you last week."

Jack invited him. Jack invited him? Dean wracks his brain and pulls up the baseball conversation from his rickety Dean-harddrive. It finally clicks.

"Y-you're going to see the Kansas City Royals. In Kauffman Stadium."

Sam looks uneasy, seeming to clock Dean's surprise. Dean can see the Sam-wheels turning behind his eyes, like he's figuring out how out of the loop Dean had been.

"I-It's okay, you know," Sam stammers, "if you changed your mind. We can get another ticket. I just thought you were going to take it easy, and that's a good thing, Dean. You don't have to force yourself to-"

"Nah, nah," Dean squeaks, breaking in. He groans and struggles to get his voice down to his normal gruffness. "Jack's right. Not a big fan of baseball here. No siree, Bob."

Now, Mary's peering at him, too--regret and confusion in her eyes.

"And I got big plans. I haven't showered in days. So, I'm gonna...do that. Maybe I'll help myself to that big ole soaker tub, you know?"

Jack's gray-blues find him, and there's regret in his eyes, too. Something about it rattles him.

"Go on and hit the road. That's a four and-a-half hour drive," he barks, trying to sound happy but instead sounding just this side of ornery.

When they leave, the sound of the door closing echoes like a thunderous earthquake, like Michael pounding a storage closet door.

Dean shakes it off and tries to psyche himself up for a homemade spa day.

#spn baseball game ficlet #my ficlets #my fics #this fambly don't communicate well

[mercurygray]

✂️ and choose between Canute and Harald

happy tds birthday!!💕

{sleepover saturday}

Omg I have to chose between them?

For starters: I think they make great scene partners. Canute has the advantage of having once BEEN the young man with a famous father and big expectations, and that's a role he navigates with ease when talking to Harald, Edmund, and Leif.

I know Harald has the eye candy thing going, but I have to say Canute.

✂️Cut scene: I had forgotten I wrote this - I found it when I was recording the other day. It's Annie Sutton introducing the Girl Gang to Nixon and Winters.

“We’ve been with our guys quite a few weeks now and we know them, more or less, and now we’ve got some new faces, new to us faces, and we...need to know them - how they’re going to fit in. And we were hoping you could...could tell us that.”

“Where’d you want me to start?”

“Alphabetically’s fine,” Winters offered, laying down his fork and removing a roster from his shirt pocket. Sutton almost snorted, and took the paper.

“Bryant, Judy - a West coast girl. Follower, not a leader. Comic in training. Blond, usually with Eileen. I think you know Eileen.” She glanced up, and both men nodded, Winters unruffled, Nixon a little red in the cheeks, as though he were being accused of something. “Fowler, June -”

“She’s the one with the limp, right?” Nixon asked, trying to place names with faces.

Annie nodded. “She’s got a riser in her boot now, you’ll notice that limp’s gone. Waited tables at a diner in Jersey - and mention that limp and she’ll hit you.”  Nixon gave a sharp nod, and Annie returned to the list. “Gordon, Marjorie. Used to be a teacher - high school biology.” 

“You can tell.” 

Yes, you can, Annie agreed silently, though she wasn’t about to give Nixon the satisfaction of hearing her say it. “She’s a leader - a  good candidate for sergeant, when you start looking. And she plays a great second base - ask her some time.” Both Winters and Nixon nodded, the Easy Company baseball team probably the furthest from their minds at the moment. “Griffiths, Julie -”

“Wait, Ju-lee? Not Ju-dee? June, Julie, Judy - all of these Js, how do you keep them straight?” 

Annie looked up at Nixon. “Do you know any men named John, Lieutenant?” 

He cleared his throat and looked chastened. “That’s fair.”

 “Ju-lie,” Annie said, returning to the list. “An Englishwoman, you’ll have noticed the accent. Her father works for Marconi - she’s traveled quite a bit. A great candidate for radio school. Eileen you said you know…” She glanced up at Nixon and Winters, the former trying, again, not to look guilty and the latter only slightly less so. That’s what I thought. “Henderson, Irene.”

“The tall one,” Dick said, the first observation he’d made aloud, trying, perhaps, to make up for the fact that he knew Eileen on sight. “She doesn’t say much.”

Takes one to know one, Annie thought to herself. “She doesn’t have to. Not one of your book-learners, but she’s ...sensible. A good team player. Mahoney, Molly - sandy hair, sunburn?  Studied archeology. Worked at the Met for a while in their conservation department. Bit of a bluestocking - absolute artist with an entrenching tool.” 

“Yeah, what’s she doing here?” 

“Her brother died at Pearl Harbor.” Neither man wanted to argue with that, and Annie returned to the list. “Mitchell, Billie - hair on the lighter side, dimples, middling height? Ran a rivet gun in the Navy Yard for a minute or so. If you’re looking for machine gunners or mortarmen, I’d take her, she’s strong and she’s got a good eye. Russo, Doris, dark hair, shorter side, Chicago girl, probably knows someone in the Outfit, if I’m being perfectly honest, she’s…”

Annie trailed off, trying to find words to describe the short but scrappy Italian, who had gotten into a screaming catfight the first week of camp and emerged victorious, spitting curses. “You already have Perconte and Guarnere, you know Doris. Schmidt, Connie - farm girl. Another good candidate for mortarman, if you need her, she’s strong and she’s tough. Ruth Shapiro - the redhead. Speaks Polish, that could be useful to you - oh, and she has an eidetic memory.”

Nixon looked confused. “Ee…”

“Eidetic, Lew, it means she remembers everything. Just your kind of girl.”

Did Dick Winters just make a joke? Annie glanced at the bottom of the list and passed it back to Winters. “And Joan Warren, of course, whom everyone also already seems to know. There they are. They don’t want your sympathy or your pity. They want to be where it’s hot so they can say that they could do it - just like you do.”

#sleepover saturday #tds birthday bash #1000 follower fest #cut scenes #director's commentary

[hope-m11]

𝙵𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎

Chapter 23

I put the dishes in the dishwasher, even though Trish offered to do it, I politely declined and told her to continue discussing things with Hayden. Paddy sits silently on the bar stool and since I know my brother pretty well, he's about to ask me a lot of questions. He's gasping for air now and I sit down next to him.

,,Who is she? Where do you know her from? Why does she look so pretty? Have you seen her beautiful green eyes? Does she have a boyfriend? Or is she not into the male gender?” He looks at me and waits for my answer.

“Well, first of all, I met in the cinema,” I say and take a sip of iced tea. "Second, you're right, she is really very pretty and I saw her eyes are really beautiful." I smile at him. "And thirdly, why don't you ask her yourself whether she has a boyfriend and whether she likes the male gender?" I stand up and so does he.

“Jersey just tell me,” he begs with a nope from me, I go over to the living room.

Paddy stops in the living room and looks at Trish, I have to suppress a laugh. He looks at her and his cheeks redden when she catches him. He quickly looks away and wants to open his mouth, she looks at him questioningly, but then Paddy gets up, walks out of the living room and then we hear the front door slam slightly behind him. Trish looks at me confused, I then tell her that she's making him nervous, to which she blushes. Poppy climbs onto her lap and lovingly strokes her fur. When her cell phone rings, she smiles gently and answers the call. After she hangs up with her mother and says goodbye to us as her mother is waiting for her in the car, I close the door behind her.

"She's great, isn't she?" I look up at Hayden.

He nods. "She really is."

I press a kiss on his mouth. As he turned my wrist towards him as I tried to walk away, he pulled me back to him. His eyes dark with lust. My panties are damp. Hayden kisses me hard and I whimper in his mouth.

"Let's go to the bedroom, sweet girl."

I just nod. He takes my hand and we walk up the stairs to the bedroom. He slowly takes off my dress, then my bra and he caresses my breasts, one after the other, I throw my head back and moan softly. He sits me on the bed and takes off my panties, throwing them behind him. His tongue licks my folds and he teases me, I pull him up from his hair towards me.

"Hayden." I whine and he laughs.

I lie on the bed and watch him undress, when he is naked he comes on the bed and positions himself between my legs. He kisses me tenderly on the mouth, then it gets rougher and he thrusts into me without warning and I scream in his mouth. His thrusts became slower and then harder. I moan loudly as I come.

“Get on your knees, sweet girls,” he says harshly.

I turn to my knees and bend over, Hayden kisses down my back and then he thrusts into me. He thrusts into me so hard that I scream so loudly and hold onto the headboard of the bed. His dirty words drive me to the edge and I cum again. I breathe in and out deeply, I feel Hayden pull out of me, he slowly turns my face towards him and kisses me. He helps me up from the bed and my legs are shaking as he walks me to the bathroom. I ask him to step out of the bathroom for a moment when I had to pee. As I was washing my hands, he came back in and filled the bathtub with water. He puts rose scent in it and helps me, he sits behind me.

"I love you." I say and cuddle into his chest.

"I love you too, sweet girl." He kisses me on the head and we both remain silent.

The next morning I wake up with pressure on my bladder. After the bathroom I lie back in bed and am happy that I can fall asleep. I wake up to Hayden kissing me tenderly on the neck.

"Good morning sweet girl."

,,Good morning." I rub my eyes.

Hayden presses a kiss to my mouth, then puts his mouth on my stomach and kisses it. Then he starts talking to the baby. He tells him how much he loves him and how excited he is to have a boy with whom he can throw the baseball back and forth or play with lightsabers. And what an amazing big sister he will have and how much she loves him too. I smile and stroke his hair, I love it when Hayden talks to our son.

My parents invited us over for dinner today, I'm taking a shower while Hayden goes for a short walk with Poppy. As I stand in front of my closet and choose a baby pink dress, I put it on the bed and put on my underwear.

"You showered without me?" Hayden sounds outraged.

I roll my eyes and put on my dress. "If we had showered together, we would be late to my parents." I scold him.

He comes to me and pulls me towards him by my hips. "You look really hot in that dress."

"Hayden." I shout, pushing his hands away from my hips.

He tries to pull me back to him, but I take a few steps away from him. He groans in frustration. I enjoy seeing him like this.

“Come on, go take a shower.” I say.

He rolls his eyes and goes into the bathroom. When he gets into the shower, I stand in front of the sink and grab the hairdryer. I twirl it with the brush while I blow-dry it, then I put on some makeup. Hayden stands behind me with only a towel on his hip. With a smile he pulls me towards him and presses a kiss on my neck. He gets dressed in the room and I sit on the bed for so long, my back hurts and I'm tired and hungry.

When I get to my parents' house, my mother squeezes me with a hug, then my father. My brothers are all out doing their own stuff. We sit down in the living room for a while and talk. My father tells us enthusiastically about the new book he has written and my mother tells us about her assignment to photograph a bride and a groom who were constantly arguing and in the end It turned out that the bride slept with the groom's brother. And the wedding was canceled. After my mother and father's delicious meal, I am now lying in my old room, my mother hasn't changed anything, everything is exactly as I left it. I close my eyes and fall asleep, as someone strokes my hair, I open my eyes and see my mother smiling at me. Her look is so full of love.

"How are you feeling, love?" She lies down on the bed on the other side of me.

"I'm tired and my back hurts, my feet are swollen and I'm always hungry and..." I blush.

"And you're always horny." says my mother.

"Mom." I say indignantly.

She laughs. "It's nothing bad, dear." She leans on her right elbow. "When I was pregnant with Tom, I was constantly…."

"Oh God, Mom." I take the pillow under me and put it on my face. I don't want my mother to tell me something like that and I also don't want to imagine my parents having sex with each other. Bah.

We talk for a while until there's a knock on the door and Hayden pokes his head in. My mother presses a kiss to my cheek and smiles at Hayden as she closes the door behind her. He comes to the other side of the bed and lies down next to me. I put the pillow back under me and smile at him.

“Are you okay, sweet girl?” he asks worriedly.

I nod. "I was just tired."

He comes closer to me and strokes my stomach. I press a kiss to his cheek and then his mouth. Then I deepen the kiss and pull my dress up a little and take his hand from my stomach and place it between my legs on my private parts. Hayden pulls away from the kiss and grins. He rubs my intimate area with his hand but then withdraws it again.

"Hayden." I whine.

"Sweet girl not here." he says. I pouted and he placed a kiss on my lips.

My mother made a really delicious strawberry cake. When I put the third piece on my plate, my father laughed. I give him a crooked grin as I place a piece of cake in my mouth. When I wanted to put a fourth, I decided against it, the three of them look at me and I blush.

Hayden looks at me sweetly and puts a hand on my thigh and I want to take that hand and... Oh god. I quickly pushed that thought away.

My father waves his hand in front of my face.

''Oh... Uh... Sorry Dad. What did you say?” My gaze briefly flicks to my mother, who grins at me as if she knew what I had just thought. I look at my father again with red cheeks.

"I asked if you were writing anything at the moment."

I shake my head. "Not at the moment, but I've been thinking about writing something again."

My father's eyes light up. ,,Oh really? About what?"

I tell him that I want to write a new fantasy book and he tells me what his next book will be. We talk to each other enthusiastically. Hayden and my mom talk about Briar Rose and how excited she is to become a big sister. When it got late, Hayden and I went home. But before I left, I grabbed a piece of cake. The three of them laughed at me, but I love this cake and it tastes so delicious.

Hayden gets me to take off my sandals and gives me a kiss on the cheek as he takes my hand and walks me up to the bedroom. I quickly check the baby's room and see that Poppy is lying on her crib next to the baby bed. Smiling, I go back to the bedroom where Hayden is already in bed. I put the plate of cake on the dresser and go to the bathroom I take off my dress, empty my bladder, wash my hands and wipe away my makeup and do my facial routine.

I sit on the bed and look at Hayden, who is engrossed in a book that isn't mine, but that's okay. I take the book from his hands and place it on the dessert table and sit on his lap. He watches me, his eyes dark with lust. I rub myself on his lap, I can tell through his boxers that he's getting hard. He takes off my bra and throws it behind me, I kiss him and moan because I'm about to come. I get out of his lap and with a jerk he takes off my panties and he also throws them on the floor. He takes off his boxers and pulls me back up onto his lap. I slowly sink down on him and move my hips. He pulls me by my hips and helps me move. I moan as he pulls me off his lap and slowly lays me on my back. He penetrates me and massages my breast with his free hand, I pull his hair and moan his name loudly. He removes his hand from my breast and massages my clit with his thumbs.

"As soon as you...gave birth...our son...oh..." he says and then groans. "I'm going to fuck you."

This brings me to my orgasm. I moan loudly and Hayden comes after me.

"Hayden?"

"Yes, sweet girl?"

I look at him. "Can you please give me the cake."

He laughs loudly, kisses me and then pulls out of me, taking off his boxers. I sit up in bed and pull the blanket up to my chest, he quickly goes into the kitchen and then comes up with a fork and two glasses of water. Hands me the plate and then sits down next to me.

The story is also available on Wattpad.

Name: @Hopeee_m11

#chris evans #hayden christensen #hollandbrothers #tom holland #hollandsister

[achliegh]

The Major League

Masterlist

TW: Drinking, swearing, food, gross love, mentions of odd media titles. If there are more, please let me know!

Baseball Boys meeting and falling in Love

What could go wrong… ;)

Beta: @punkkkkboi

Most Characters belong to: @lumosinlove

Chapter 6

Marauder Stadium, Hogwarts 2020

Remus was warming up, tonight's game was one that has always been close to his heart but he would never tell anyone that. This game that they were playing tonight against the Snakes was Pride Night, which means all numbers and names on jerseys were switched from normal black or white or whatever colors to a flag of their choice. Most people just go with the usual pride flag because it matches the sponsored logos on their sleeves. 

Remus and most of their team has the usual, actually recently updated, pride flag for their uniforms. Leo and their center fielder John Stelfer were the odd ones out, Leo having the trans flag for his and John having the lesbian flag on his to show support for his sister. 

Practicing his wind up and throwing it to wherever Leo’s glove was as the Swede squatted behind the plate. He was feeling good, he was throwing smoothly and easily. This was going to be a fun game, the air was light hearted and the stands were all in different rainbows and flying different flags.

It felt nice.

Sirius was watching Remus’ warm up pitches in the box with a bunch of families of players and his own teammates. Finn and Logan were talking to two people he had never seen in his life before, James was fawning over Lily as usual. So he stood by himself and just watched. Remus’ pitching has always been said to be almost perfect, he sees that now. He wanted to get back at his… Well he didn’t really know where he and Remus’ stood but he wanted to get back at him for the texts he sent at Sirius’ last game. 

He was sipping on his water looking out onto the field when his ears perked up. He heard his name from somewhere over yonder, he tried to listen in a bit more to find out who was talking to him. He heard his name again and turned towards the voice. It was a Man a few inches shorter than him with a really thick well trimmed beard with an Eagles jersey on standing next to a woman with long blonde hair and a Snakes jersey on. They were talking to Logan and Finn, laughing at something someone said. His eyes meet the woman’s and she smiles at him, he nods back and she waves him over. He didn’t want to go over but then Finn and Logan also waved him over. 

“Oh Sirius, we were just talking about you and Remus in the media.” Finn puts his arm around his shoulders and jostles him a bit. “This is Eloise and Wyatt, Clay and Leo’s parents.” 

“Nice to meet you.” He goes to shake both their hands but instead is pulled into a tight hug. He felt like he couldn’t breathe for a moment, taking in as much air as he could without drawing attention to it when they pulled away. 

“Nice to meet you too!” Wyatt pats his shoulder and smiles, his canine tooth is crooked otherwise his smile is basically perfect. Finn puts his arm back around Sirius and smiles at him. Sirius notices for the first time that on Finn’s cheek is the blue gay flag, he looks at Logan and sees a sloppy demisexual flag on his cheek as well. Huh, bold. 

“We were just talking about how homoerotic the media paints your rivalry. Like look at these titles.” Finn pulls out his phone and shows him three titles. 

“Black Stares Deeply at Lupin’s Perfect Pitch…” Logan snorts as he continues reading. “Lupin Comes Hard at Black.” He cringes and reads the last one. “Lupin Spouts ‘Black Can Suck My Fat One’ to Reporter After Heated Argument. Did he really say that?”  Everyone is shaking their head as they giggle and he sighs. 

“You are very adorable and so is Moony so I see why people want you to be queerbait.” Elosie smiles at him, her thick accent making it slightly hard to understand. 

“Thanks?” 

“You’re welcome!” The two Swedes say at the same time. He smiles at them, he definitely sees how Clay and Leo turned out so nice. He hands Finn back his phone, shrugging off his arm from his shoulders. They chat for a bit until two other people who neither him or the other two teammates in the conversation have ever met. He bids his goodbye and goes back over to his spot in front of the box to watch the game. 

He felt the ball leave his hand and smirks a bit as Snape completely misses the ball, giving him his third strike and giving Remus his fifth strike out of the game and it's only the second inning. He was on a roll! But he knows what's coming, there are two outs and three people on base for the Snakes. Tom Riddle on first, Evan Rosier on second, and Regulus Black on third. 

Clay walks up to the batter's box, on the left hand side. Remus knows he's a switch hitter, being able to bat from both boxes successfully, but he is an actual left handed person so he was looking for a hit. Leo and Clay are both miced up because they are brothers on opposite teams so it makes for great entertainment. 

But the catch is that they also speak Swedish when they talk to each other… so most people have no idea what they are saying. It did sound aggressive when they spoke but Leo told him one night that they make it sound mean on purpose so people think they are arguing but in reality they are just joking around with each other. 

“Siktar du mot staketet?” Leo winks at Remus who can’t help but let out a small laugh as he kicks dirt off his mound. 

“Kanske inte stängslet, men jag vill få hem Reg.” Clay has one foot in the box and his bat is resting on his shoulder as he looks out to the field. Analyzing. 

“Bor ni inte ihop?”

“Han är en riktig snygging vad kan jag säga, alltid vill ta hem honom.” They both burst out laughing as Clay puts his other foot into the box, now that he has two feet in Remus is allowed to pitch. Winding up he hears Clay speak to Leo against right as he is about to let go of the ball. “Titta här.” Remus sees Leo’s eyes widen. Then Clay strikes the ball with a loud crack and takes off towards first as the ball sails over the back wall into the crowd. 

Grand Slam… what Clay was known for. Fuck.

The umpire gives Leo a new ball that he tosses to Remus as Tom, Evan, Reg and Clay all pass home one at a time. Snakes taking the lead by four points. The next batter gets out on first and they switch. Eagles going to bat and Snakes taking the field. 

It was horrendous, it was almost like the Snakes knew everything that was going to happen before it was going to happen. When they got so good, Remus would never know. It was infuriating though. He and Tom have never gotten along, just like how Sirius and Remus have never got along but at least they were working on it for James’ kid. He had no desire to get on Tom’s good side, his freakishly yellow eyes give him the hebejebes. 

They ended up losing the game.

Remus was getting dressed after his shower, Leo sits next to him sighing just in a towel because Leo was always the last to get dressed. He was picking at his arm wrap that was always under his compression sleeves that goes from his wrist to basically his collar bone. Remus never understood why he showered in the tape but Leo was already a weirdo so he never questioned him. Especially not after he found him raiding the fridge one night with three frozen fish sticks in his mouth. 

“We got our butts kicked.” 

“Good observation Leo.” Remus smiles a little at Leo's offended face and finishes pulling on his socks before slipping on his slides. “Are you going out with your family tonight?”

“Mhm, and two of my friends from back home… and Finn I think.” Leo took the towel from his shoulders and ruffled his hair a bit with it before leaving it on his head. 

“Finn is going? Poor kid is gonna be so confused.” 

“We will speak english tonight, well most of us. Cam will try his best.” Leo starts changing into his clothes starting from his socks and working his way up. Putting on his tight long sleeve last and peeling the tape off after it was on… Oddball. 

“You know you can take the tape off before you put your shirt on… right?” 

“Yeah but I’d rather not, don’t want to show off my tattoo yet.” Remus is one of the only people who has ever actually seen Leo’s tattoo, it's kind of a creepy one but the way Leo explained it really made sense. It still stunned him when he saw it sometimes because it's such a rare sight. They grab their bags and walk out together to the lounge and part ways when Leo gets basically tackled by his doppleganger. 

Remus makes his way over to James and Lily, hugging Lily. He was going home after this but was going to chat with them a bit before he left. They start talking about how weird the game was but also how James was barely paying attention because he was playing 8-ball on his phone with Sirius the whole time. Speaking of, Sirius comes out of the bathroom and walks over to them. 

“Did you win?” Remus asks him, feeling tired and probably not looking any better. 

“Win what?” Sirius’ confusion was plain on his face.

“8-ball, duh.” James snorts.

“No, I’m terrible at that game.” Sirius crosses his arms and sighs as James starts fully laughing now. 

“He tries so hard too! I don’t even aim!” Lily rolls her eyes and shares a look with Remus who smiles. 

“Well, I think I’m gonna head home. I’m tired and Leo won’t be there so its going to be like paradise.” He bids them goodbye and walks out to his car, yawning. He wanted to watch something on the tv but he knows as soon as he sits on the couch he's gonna pass out. So he’ll just watch something in his room. But first he needs to eat, then walk Dani, then feed Dani, then let her in his room so they can snuggle. Oh and give Dani her meds, Leo took her to the vet and found out she has some genetic thing that makes it so she needs expensive medicine and if she doesn’t get it then things can go south really quickly. 

He drives home, annoyed by the terrible traffic but it was after a major sports event he played in so it was in a way, his fault. Parking and getting out he makes sure to block the entrance to the house with his leg so Dani doesn’t just sprint out the door into the concrete jungle to get lost. He sets his bag on the ground and kicks off his shoes before picking up the large puppy and walking to the kitchen. 

“What should I eat, Dani?” She is licking the side of his face much to his dismay but he’d let it slide tonight. Making himself a few slices of toast with butter he decides this will hold him over for a bit before he orders something. They really need to go grocery shopping. Making the mistake of holding the piece he was munching on in the same hand connected to the arm he was cradling Dani with, she snatches it from him as he scrolls on twitter to see commentary of the game. 

“You’re scarily like your dad…” He sets her down and fills her bowl, letting her eat while he grabs her leash and puts on his sneakers. Getting her situated after she walks away from her bowl, she tugs him around the neighborhood before tiring herself out once they get a few steps away from the apartment. They settle down for the night watching some random show on his small tv in his room. Falling asleep not long after laying down. 

Forgetting to ever order his food.

Marauder Stadium, Hogwarts 2020

Clay walks out of the locker to be picked up over Finn’s shoulder and carried over to his family with everyone cheering him on. He can’t help but laugh, being put down in the middle of his friends and family he turns a bit pink from the attention on him. Kissing Finn’s cheek he is dragged into a crushing hug from his two best friends. 

“Cam! Cecil! Jag kan inte andas!” His friends laugh and pull apart, Cma ruffling his hair like he always does. “Has your English improved?”

“Kind of?” Cam’s clunky words fall out of his mouth and Cecil snickers. Cam, not turning away from Clay, punches his Swedish-Korean friend in the shoulder. “I try.” 

“I know. Where's Leo?” Speaking of the devil Leo walks up to them and a chorus of ‘CCCCLLLLLEEEEEOOOOORRRR’ breaks out from Cecil, Cam and Clay. Leo being the only one in their friend group without a C starting name, has earned himself the title of Cleo but everyone says it in that way that the characters from H2O Just Add Water do. All because they pirated the series back when it was big and watched it together. 

“Yes, yes hello. Can we go? I’m starving!” Cecil pats his back.

“Oh Cleo, aren't you always hungry?” 

“Yeah? Why?” With that they all head out the door, getting an Uber XL and making their way to Olive Garden, Clay looks over at Leo and notices how… sad he looks. He was going to say something but his attention was turned towards Finn who was basically vibrating out of his seat from excitement. He wanted some fucking breadsticks and Clay was so confused as to why he was so excited for bread. Clay puts his hand on Finn’s bouncing knee to stop it and looks at the red-heads face. 

“Sorry, I’m just excited.” 

“It’s cute.” They share a chaste kiss hearing protests from the back where the three degenerates were messing around. He looks back at them and sticks his tongue out, which he knew was a bad idea because anytime anyone does that in the vicinity of Cecil… they get their tongue grabbed. Luckily he pulls his tongue back in before Cecil is able to grab it. 

Getting to the restaurant Wyatt gets out of the van first to make sure no one trips on the way out because said van was full of accidentally prone people. Clay and Finn were the first ones out, walking into the garden of olives Finn goes to the little stand in the middle of the room and tells them the name that the reservation is under. 

Once they are all inside they are brought to a table secluded from the rest of the restaurant which was a great choice because they are not only accident prone people but also loud. Sitting around the table starting with Wyatt and Eloise on each end and everyone else filling in, Clay ends up between Finn and Cecil. They all got glasses of water and a pitcher that was hopefully not going to get broken. They all stuck with water and the hostess left them to look at the menus. Leo and Cam decided to arm wrestle after finding out they wanted the same dish because it is tradition that no one can order the same thing. 

Leo won, Cam cursed and started looking at the menu again. After a couple more minutes of catching up while Finn looked confused because he couldn’t understand anything besides what Clay would translate for him, their waitress walks in. 

“Noelle?” Finn and Clay say at the same time as she walks over to the table. 

“Hey guys.” She gives them a little wave and then introduces herself with some scripted thing that she was trained to say before taking everyone's orders. She winks at Clay before leaving the area again and he can’t help but smile a bit. 

“So, I take it getting her and Thomas together is going well?” Finn looks at him with a teasing smirk making Leo laugh a bit, leaning forward on the table Clay looks at his brother. 

“No way, from what Logan told me Noelle would never go for Thomas.” He takes a drink of his water and yelps when a straw wrapper is blown into his ear. “Cam!”

“Cecil said too!” Cecil was silently dying of laughter beside Clay, laughing hard enough that a couple tears streak through his little ace stripes on his face. “No, don’t ruin! Those took me hours!” 

“Hours? For three stripes?” Clay laughs a bit and looks at Cam who just shrugs. 

“It took him so long because I kept laughing at his stupid face.” Cecil speaks up wheezing after calming down from his fit. “It was so funny! Look.” Cecil pulls out his phone and shows Clay the picture of Cam with flared nostrils and his tongue poking out of his mouth. Clay smiles. Cam was the most painfully straight man he has ever met but he was also the most supportive ally he has ever met as well. Always joining the Knut family during Stockholm pride events. They were lucky to have a friend like him. 

Noelle takes a breath, she does everything she needs to do to get the orders to the kitchen and leans against a table. It was a really slow night, ten tables max… plus the party table that is Clay and his family. It really took her by surprise when she walked into the party area to see Finn’s arm over Clay’s chair while the shorter man whispered translations to the clueless ginger. They were cute together, she wasn’t going to deny they were and have always been really sweet on social media. 

But seeing them all coupley right in front of her, it was weird! She can’t hide it anymore its fucking weird! Finn was and has always been in love with her brother and she was trying so hard to get them together and then Finn just goes off and picks up some Swedish guy who is basically Logan but two inches taller! She has been chatting with Clay over messages for the last few days and he's an absolute doll. Unlike Logan who is annoying as hell. She knows she shouldn’t get involved but she also felt like she should get involved… Wonder what Thomas thinks about all this? She wants to send him a text but that will have to wait until she is able to go on a break because one of her small tables food is ready for her to take out.

God, she hates Italian food. 

Thomas was at the bar with Logan and a couple of his teammates. He was having a nice chill night chatting away with Benji, their second baseman, about the different types of crystals they have been collecting together for fun, but it kinda turned into a whole informational thing that they now love. 

“Why crystals?” Logan asks between them after finally looking up from his phone. “Like that seems kinda, I don’t know, culturally ambiguous.” 

“Wow, big words for such a small body.” Thomas laughs a bit at Logan’s glare and he ruffles his hair, messing up his half up hair-do going on. “We don’t mean any harm and we don’t try to convert people to crystals. It’s just something we like and enjoy learning about. Also, I think they are pretty.” 

“Hmm, just watch yourself. Okay?” Thomas and Benji both nod. 

“So, I went to go watch your sister's ballet the other day with Clay and honestly, I don’t see why you hate him so much.” 

“I don’t hate him.” Logan states a bit confused, getting both Benji and Thomas to give him a questioning glance. “What? I don’t!”

“Logan, you talk shit about him all the time. You rant about how annoying and self centered he is.” Thomas watches Logan’s face, he looks guilty. 

“That's because I didn’t really… want to know him for a long time. Finn just talks about Clay non-stop and it was so annoying that I couldn’t help but pick out every bad thing about him before even getting to know him. I went over to his house a couple weeks ago with Leo, Finn was there too. Watching them together was weird because I’ve never seen Finn act like that with anyone except…” Logan pauses and takes a drink. “Anyway, I ended up having a really nice talk with Clay while sitting on a counter and drinking some hot alcoholic drink that I can’t remember the name of. He was really nice and actually listened and understood why and what I was talking about. I think we are on the road to being friends now and it feels like a boulder has been lifted off my shoulders.” 

“That’s really great. I never thought you’d ever get along with him.” Benji smiles at Logan and pats his shoulder before getting up to go get another drink. 

“I still feel really bad when I talk to him.” Logan looks up at Thomas and he honestly doesn’t know how to respond to that, so he does the only thing he really knows how to. He pulls Logan into a tight hug and for once, Logan doesn’t struggle to pull away. 

“He wants to get to know you, Logan. He wants to be your friend. Just let him.” Logan sighs, sounding a bit sadder than he was earlier. 

“Can I tell you something?” They pull away, Thomas keeping his hand on one of Logan’s shoulders. 

“Of course you can, I’m always here for you… Brother-in-law.” That makes Logan roll his eyes and smile.

“She’s never gonna fall for you. Anyway, So… You know Clay’s brother.”

“Yeah, he’s my teammate. Funny as hell too.” 

“Well, he and I have kinda been flirting and umm.”

“Did you sleep with him? Not gonna lie, I could see you two together.”

“No! We haven’t slept together, but we have made out and I think I’m really starting to like him. Do you think I should go for it?” Logan has so much wanting in his eyes and the expression on his face contradicts that by looking worried. 

“If you feel in your heart that Leo is someone you want to be with, then I don’t see an issue with you dating him.”

“But, I’ve never been with a guy before. I mean I almost dated someone else but I rejected them because I was scared that the media would tear us apart.”

“Well, as we see from Clay and Finn the media doesn’t care and I don’t think many people in the league even really bat an eye at two guys being together. Lucky for us, we don’t live in the early days.” 

“Maybe I’ll go over to his place tonight, just to talk some things over. Also, I’ve never been inside his apartment and I’m curious to see just how Swedish it is.” Logan smiles a little, relaxing enough that the tension leaves his shoulder. Thomas takes his hand off him and crosses his arms on the table. 

“It’ll all work out in the end.”

#leo knut #finn o'hara #sweater weather #logan tremblay #o’knutzy #lumosinlove #the major league #coast to coast #clayton bruss #remus lupin #sirius black #regulus black #thomas walker #noelle tremblay #jackson nadeau #evgenia kanaeva

[shutupptara]

Just Brandon pounding a beer at the Mariners game x

#Brandon tanev #chris driedger #jamie oleksiak #haydn fleury #jordan eberle #seattle kraken #mark giordano #can we talk about how good he looks in a baseball jersey #I wanna get drunk w him so bad #I think Chris is his new boyfriend

[erodasfishtacos]

do you think MLB h would be at the all star game @ coors field rn looking fine as hell 👀

umm yes. last one of the night. i like this one 😌

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When they announce his name in the stadium of nearly 100,000 people, he strides up to the stage with a cocky smile and unbothered strut.

He stands up there with them as they introduce all eight, give them a fist bump as they’re all a little nervous to play against one of the most arguable best players in history.

For the first round, Harry has a wide, arrogant smirk as he hits home run after home run until the buzzer is ringing.

He knocked the first person out 27 to 19. Easy as fucking cake.

There’s a cute moment when they break so the other players can set up for their turn and the cameras focus on YN and the kids.

YN and all the kids are in matching jerseys for their dad. Easton and Cash, of course, are making funny faces at the camera. Ezra nuzzles his face shyly into his mother’s side to hide. Briar is just relaxing a sling on her mum’s chest.

The announcer echoes through the stadium, “In the audience, we have recording-breaking Harry Styles’ family tonight. Three boys and a fairly new baby girl.”

The second announcer chimes in, “Yeah, I don’t know if the crowd knows this but he’s been with his wife since sophomore year of college, pre-major leagues.”

“Worked out well for her, huh? I gotta say that those three boys look like little clones of their father,” The one chuckles as Easton and Cash dance around as Ezra continues to hide.

“I agree, hopefully they can play like him too,” The other adds.

Nobody in the crowd misses how Harry’s eyes twinkle as he looks at the mega screen while his family is displayed.

A interviewer with a microphone steps over to the family, she puts the object down at the kids level, “Are you guys excited to see your dad play?”

Easton puts his mouth much too close, YN pulls him back a bit, “Yeah, he’s gonna win ‘cause he’s the best out there!”

Cash squeezes in next to him, “He’s gonna kick ass!”

YN smacks her hand against her forehead with embarrassment as Harry barks out a loud laugh on the field - watching so fucking fondly.

Easton sneaks back in, “He’s not suppose to say that!”

The crowd is cracking up, the woman pushes the mic towards Ezra who is eyeing it up curiously, hesitantly he leans forward and squeals, “I love my daddy.”

The whole stadium erupts in laughs and coos at how cute the little one is.

Harry is holding back a laugh as he blows them a few kisses, god - his babies were fucking perfect.

The second round is just as good for Styles which really shouldn’t be a surprise, everyone knew he had this competition in the bag.

Afterwards, he points up at his wife, and mouths, “this is all for you, mama.”

And like…how does every girl not fall for this man?

Well they do and they are green with envy of YN.

After the buzzer rings on the third round and the crowd explodes with cheers and claps of Harry’s victory.

Well, he just keeps the cocky ass smile like he knew he was going to win the whole time and when the first interviewer chases up to him, he gives an answer as such.

“Harry! How do you feel about winning The Homerun Derby?” He presses a mic into close to his face.

With a shit-eating grin, he shrugs and lazily says, “S’not really a surprise I won, y’know?”

And that’s also why some many people hate him.

“Do you see yourself coming back next year to play again?”

“I totally would as long as the other players coming in are okay with losing,” Harry flashes him a confident squint before a small human then another are nearly toppling him over.

Little chants of ‘Daddy!’ as Easton and Cash tug as his baseball pants, he squat down, “Y’have fun watching, my loves?”

“Did you win?” Cash shouts excitedly, having no idea of what actually was going on as he looks around with wide eyes.

Then there is another squeak of, “Daddy! Missed you!”

Ezra is motioning for his father to pick him up.

Harry chuckles with adoration, scooping his son up onto his hip, “Hi, my lil’ lovebug. Y’like watchin’ daddy play?”

He nods, laying his head on his father’s shoulder, and YN appears with a drowsy Briar, safe and warm in the soft sling.

“Good job, baby-“

“Oi! Get your fuckin’ cameras out of my kid’s faces!” Harry bellows angrily when a photographer gets too close to Easton and Cash.

“Just taking some pictures, bro,” The guy mumbles with embarrassment before backing up.

“And I said to back the fuck away from my children, bro,” He repeats firmly, bring his boys closer to his body.

Briar is blinking curiously up at her father, he can’t help but lean forward and coos, “Hi, m’gorgeous girl.”

She smiles a toothless grin up at him and he is instantly taking the carrier from YN, and slipping the sling over his own chest.

It’s quite comical to see Harry Styles - best player in the league, winner of the derby - toting a infant around in a polka sling as he talks to interviewers.

When he gets sick of the questions, he shrugs and says, “M’sorry guys, the baby say she’s done with interviews for the night.”

Then he just trots off.

When he finally has a moment with his wife, she presses a soft kiss to his lips, “I am so so proud of you, baby.”

He steals a few more slow ones, smiling against her lips when he feels Briar tugging at a button on his jersey, “S’all to impress you, mama.”

“I’m impressed. Best baseball player, best husband, best dad…” she trails off sweetly, rubbing a bit of dirt from his cheek.

“Don’t make me get emotional,” He laughs with a few watery tears welling in his eyes as he quickly scrubs them away.

“I love you,” She murmurs, eyes sincere and devoted.

“I love you more than anythin’,” Harry tells her seriously, “None of this means anything without you, mama.”

#mlb!harry blurbs #mlb!harry masterlist #mlb!harry #mlbrry

[not-the-apple-pie-please]

Random headcanons for every state

Alabama: has a secret collection of Cardi B, Lizzo, and Cupcakke albums. They will likely never see the light of day but Alabama likes them so eh.

Alaska: has a giant dog who he named Tiny because he thought it was funny. Cannot cook.

Arizona: collects license plates, sometimes straight off the vehicle it belonged to. Also collects pieces of petrified wood

Arkansas: the only personality trait of this man is wingman and that means that he will stand in the crowd and do nothing when you get beat up. Likes guns, dogs, and women. Very boring. 3/10

California: Super photogenic but cannot ever sleep, super lonely (duh) and is a vtuber

Colorado: makes fun of Utah for not being able to handle spice, is lactose intolerant and also allergic to gluten

Connecticut: got kicked out of his house once due to noise complaints and just started living on a yacht about 30 feet offshore in protest.

Delaware: has never been in a plane and is a sentimental old man who definitely has an old record collection

Florida: we already know too much about him, he's an open book.

Georgia: Once Florida thought it would be funny if he replaced his coffee with an energy drink to see what would happen, by brewing his coffee with straight red Bull. I'll let you guess how that ended.

Hawai'i: has never ever ever ever been to DC, but regularly wins the cruise lotteries and burns them out of spite.

Idaho: everything he eats has potatoes in it, everything. He once bought some fake beef because it was supposedly made out of potatoes. He has since stopped his only potato diet and now eats chicken every once in a while.

Illinois: has an obsession with Legos, and has definitely built a model of every house he's ever lived in.

Indiana: owns a fridge just entirely full of ranch. And soy milk. No one opens it.

Iowa: he's forgotten by the states a lot, more so than Wyoming, and as such has way more human buddies. He's a real killer at parties.

Kansas: whenever he gets hurt and starts bleeding, it is the duty of everyone in the surrounding premise to tell "ITS BLEEDING KANSAS" and he hates it.

Kentucky: is one of 3 states who had a human bride at one point, Virginia being deaf and mute. He was sad to watch her go, but he's kicking. Has horse wallpaper on all his walls.

Louisiana: cannot drive for shit, but it's okay because he manages to sneak alcohol anywhere.

Maine: His idea of a good time is sitting quietly and listening to the birds, but what actually happens is pretty much exactly the "This is fine" comic

Maryland: when that lady tried to copyright the word Hon, he joined in on the protests, calls District his "amputated third arm".

Massachusetts: has 3 degrees and uses none of them

Michigan: has a strange ability to tell different sodas apart just by taste, can tell the difference between fanta and crush, store brands and coke, can tell what additional flavors are in a drink without even looking at the label.

Minnesota: learned how to draw charicatures on a whim and has done one for every state and is working on one for Canada.

Mississippi: because he gets blamed for everything, he's been to jail at least 7 times, 6 if you don't count the DUI.

Missouri: has a passion for plants, surprisingly. He can grow whatever plant you give him, and has no problem keeping it alive. Just don't ask him to take a picture of it, he can't operate technology.

Montana: Tells ghost stories to his neighbors, which don't exist. He's a ghost. There's no one there.

Nebraska: for a while in the 1800s his house burned down and he was forced to run amok in the fields eating only corn. This is where the Midwest gothic comes from. It's Nebraska.

Nevada: has wicked cool scars on his arms of the nuclear bomb tests, you should ask to see it's pretty nifty.

New Hampshire: the whole "Live Free or Die" thing is really just a facade. He's all talk and no bite. Couldn't hit you with a baseball bat if you paid him.

New Jersey: Despite the bad smell, has the best hygiene out of everyone, and if he didn't smell bad, would smell like a perfume store sampler garbage can.

New Mexico: Has at least 14 Alien pillows, blankets, and assorted items. Tried to live in a Hot Air Balloon for a while.

New York: Does not own a car, despite popular belief.

North Carolina: likes airplanes. A lot. He lives in a renovated airplane shed, and still has an old 1930s crop duster he keeps for "reasons". It's really cool.

North Dakota: wasn't really a state until the 70s, and no one knew until south Dakota wouldn't shut up about it. He's the chiller of the two, but that's not saying much.

Ohio: Ohio is tattooed across his back and he doesn't remember how it got there.

Oklahoma: also collects license plates, but legally. Also collects signed footballs.

Oregon: is totally gay for Idaho but that's beside the point. His favorite school subject is astronomy, and knows every ones star signs.

Pennsylvania: is called Papa because he is like a cool dad. And by that I mean he goes too fast, drinks too much, and laughs too hard. He's a national treasure. Protect this man.

Rhode island: Canonically he's really short, but that's because he's basically been stuck at 13 years old for 250 years. He can drive because at this point it would just be stupid to not let him.

South Carolina: learned how to say "barbeque" in every language just to say his is better than North Carolinas. Hates women.

South Dakota: Proudly claims that he is over 100 years older than North Dakota (not really a lie?) Also is on the drugs. All the time. All the drugs.

Tennessee: the kind of person to carry around a guitar and badger people for a song to play. Despite being the state of volunteers, will never be the one to volunteer to bring food to meetings.

Texas: when he moved into the statehouse, he was given a normal bed, complained that he wouldn't fit until they managed to convince him that it was bigger than all the others.

Utah: has had 2 wives, seperated by about 130 years, and has now fathered 11 children. Loves the grid system and will preach about it more than the church, has served like 7-8 missions now.

Vermont: although he loves his organic sweets and syrup, he could care less about bread and can't tell sourdough from wheat.

Virginia: massive child, raised like 4 states and claims none of them. Used to be the leader of the states but have that role to DC when he could. Is a child and argues with everyone.

Washington: once he took a holiday down south and couldn't last 10 minutes outside the airport because of the heat.

West Virginia: the next time someone tells him John Denver was actually singing about Virginia he's gonna hit them over the head with a banjo.

Wisconsin: every so often he pulls an Alaska and vanishes into the woods for weeks on end. Most of the hunting trophies on display in the statehouse are his.

Wyoming: used to own a ranch in the 80s, but got spooked by the horror movies and scary stories coming out and sold it. He regrets it very much now.

#ben brainard #welcome to the statehouse #welcome to the table #wttt #wttsh

[soulwillower]

stealing the show • bill denbrough

(bill denbrough x reader smut)

requested:  yeah! can bill get jealous because like a guy is flirting with the reader but he tries to act non-chalant about it but like she knows so she just freaking teases him about if by flirting right back until he snaps    +    baseball!bill smut?? girlfriend!reader goes to see bills baseball game and maybe one of his teammates flirt w/her and he gets all jealous and possessive?? and they do it in his car and she discovers his praise kink?

warnings: swearing, smut, unprotected sex, praise kink, jealous bill, baseball bill, car sex, unedited!

thank u @nate-isnt-great for requesting AND helping me w it ily 

[losers + reader are in college, 20+.]

3k words

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it's hot out.

the blistering sun seems to boil the air down near the pitch as you sit on the bleachers, leaning forward slightly as you try not to let the scorching metal burn the bare skin of your thighs. the weather was fine enough that you were able to slip on a little sundress; any other article of clothing would have just been too much to wear in the heat. 

but, honestly, you'd still come down to the university ball fields in rain or shine as long as you got to see bill. 

he's out there right now, standing in the dirt; tall and smirking, whispering something to the third baseman as another strike is called by the umpire. the game is a blowout, there's no doubt that your team will win with a lead of 12-7 in the last inning, so you're happy as you sip on your lemonade and watch your boyfriend finish out the inning at shortstop. 

it's only ten more minutes until the teams are shaking hands, bill and his teammates jumping on each other and messing around, bringing a smile to your lips as you finally stand and relieve yourself of the burn of the hot bleachers. 

as you usually do, you're leaning against the chain link fence next to the dugout for bill to come out before he meets with the other team captain and the coach to do a quick recap before leaving for the day. 

he's sweaty and laughing as you traipse up to him, hands falling on his chest as you press a kiss sweetly to his lips. "y/n, thanks for coming." he whispers into your hair as you wrap your arms around his neck. he's still holding his bat bag in one arm so you pull back, shrugging, "you know i'd never miss it for the world." 

he beams at that, cheeks warm, eyes squinting in the sun. “you look beautiful. you’re stealing the show, as usual.” he says with a smile. it makes you beam, butterflies fluttering in your chest. 

“you’re joking, bill!” you say, swatting his chest as he pulls you into his side. “you’re the star of this team, you know it.” 

shrugging he gestures out to the expanse of left field, "d'you see that hit i had? it w-was almost over." he grimaces, shaking his head in disappointment. you nearly laugh, fingers toying with the hair on the nape of his neck as you admire his features. "bill, it was a triple, and an rbi. you're ridiculous." 

he sighs, "i just want to impress my baby." he teases, laughing slightly. you laugh too, kissing him again, this time his hand falling low on your back, fingers grazing the top of your ass. 

you pull back when the wolf whistles are interrupted by the head coach calling bill's last name, and you wipe your lips with a grin as he shakes his head, dropping his things and turning to return to the field. you giggle as he leaves, and you lean back against the fence as you begin to wait for him, intending on driving home to his dorm with him. 

"y/n!" calls a name from the dugout, and you crane your neck, hoping the voice calling you was bill's best friend on the team, stan. 

instead you walk over to find oliver, the right fielder, and you smile. "hey, oliver, good job today." you say, walking towards him and sipping on the drink in your hand. he shrugs, "thanks, it wasn't anything too special." he says, bashful smile on his lips. "guess our team just has a lucky charm." he says, brow raising suggestively.

 it makes you chuckle, quickly registering that the rest of the team, including stan and bill, are doing after-game maintenance, and oliver's sporting the same ice wrap that stan has on his shoulder. “you guys don’t need a lucky charm.” you counter. 

you tilt your head, "forgive me, don't pitchers and catchers usually get the ice wraps?" you ask genuinely. he laughs, shaking his head, "you're cute. yeah, you're right, that's why bill has one usually. he started pitching today and stan finished, so they both get priority but the athletic trainer gave me one, thinks i hurt my elbow tendon trying to pick the guy off at third." 

you let out a soft, "oh," before your eyes flicker to bill and stan. "makes sense. i hope your elbow is okay." 

but you're momentarily distracted, because bill's untucked his jersey and lifted the bottom of it to wipe his face, exposing his toned abdomen and smooth skin and you feel hot, hotter than before. 

you bite your lip, mind suddenly trying to recall if you had a condom in your bag today or not. you snap out of it quick as oliver hums, bringing you back to the present. 

"i'm sure it'd feel better with a little kiss." he says with a smirk. you laugh lightly, annoyed with his flirting but deciding you can use this to your advantage. looking back to bill, who's finished with his field work and is starting to make his way toward you, you hum. "i don't know, stan seems like he'd be willing to give you a kiss. for the sake of the team, of course.” you joke. 

"cute and funny. what don't you have goin' for you?" he asks, and you're sure you look as shocked as you feel. though you're shocked at the bold audacity oliver has to try and flirt with you, it must come across as being flushed or flustered by his compliment. 

"oh, please, you probably say that to all the girls who come across this dugout."  "only the hot ones. honest." oliver says with a smirk, drawing an 'x' over his heart with his bat-gloved finger. 

you roll your eyes with a grin, speaking loud enough for bill to hear, just to be a tease, "well, color me flattered. you're quite the smooth talker." 

bill's messing with his keys as he starts to zip up his bag down on the other side of the dugout. he barely bats an eye, huffing as a way to acknowledge that he heard your flirts, but he's never the one to be obviously jealous in front of people. 

"no, i'm not. you're just easy to talk to, y/n. it's nice of you to come to our games all the time. bill, maybe you should watch out, your girl is stealing your show." 

bill chuckles, looking non-chalant. "she steals the show no matter where she goes." his jaw is clenched though, and you see through his façade. your stomach coils in affection for him, and you decide to tease him a little bit. 

you smile, laying your hand lightly on oliver’s arm in a friendly way. "well, i have to come down here to check out all the hot talent." you say with a wink. bill's walking up to you by now, bat bag hanging off one shoulder, eyes narrowed. you bite your lip, looking at his face, how attractive he is...

"what, like you can't just look in the mirror?" oliver grins. you roll your eyes, "you're quite a flirt." you say gently, smile on your face. bill looks pissed as he gently wraps his arm around your shoulders. he smells like he just put on fresh deoderant and oliver looks to him. 

"sheesh, denbrough, your girl is bad.” he then turns to you, “y/n, you gotta let me take you out sometime, show you what you're missing." 

you laugh, shaking your head, "you're ridiculous." you mutter, hand sliding into bill's as he brushes past. "oliver. she's not going out with you." he says coldly. you're pulled after him, biting your lip as you follow him out of the dugout. 

"aw, c'mon, denbrough, i was just kiddin'!" he calls after you as you follow bill towards his car. "bye, y/n!" he calls, and just as the cherry on top, you turn and wave to oliver as you and bill walk away. 

you're laughing as you follow him, but bill's face shows no emotion, and you bite your lip. you hope he knows it was just fun and games - he's done the same to you before, after all. it's fun to tease each other. 

"bill," you insist as he tugs you towards his car. "-we don't need to talk about it." he says, brows drawn. you lift one of your own, "then why do i feel like i'm about to be shut out? he was just joking around. if i was uncomfortable i would have told him to fuck off." you say. 

but then you're being pressed against the side of the car, bill's chest flush against yours. "i'm not gonna shut you out." he mutters, eyes stuck on your lips before he tugs your neck toward his, pulling you into a deep, passionate kiss. he pulls back just as you thread your fingers through his hair, "-but you need to stop being such a t-tease." he adds. 

shivers run down your spine as bill's fingers find your warm skin, right below the hem of your dress before he tugs up your leg, kissing you again. breath leaves your body as you surge up against his strong kiss, his hand squeezing the back of your thigh and trailing up towards your ass. 

you tug it down lightly, pulling away. "bill, people will see." you mutter with a shy grin. he looks at you, "what, now you care?" he asks, and you flush more, biting your lip. he steps away from you and opens the door to the backseat, smirking. "after you, then." 

a slap falls to your ass as you crawl into the backseat and you smile, turning just as he moves between your legs, lips catching yours heatedly. "you're mine." he mutters against your lips, already rutting his hips against yours and making you mewl lightly. 

"i know," you say, tugging his hair. “you want to do this right now? even though we could get caught?” you say breathlessly, hands tangled in his hair. "how else is oliver going to remember that you're mine?” he says, staring at your lips. your stomach drops a bit, butterflies fluttering and making you shiver. even after dating bill for a while, he still makes you flush. 

“then let’s go, denbrough.” you say, pulling him down by the neck in desperation. he smirks into the kiss, kissing you so deeply you see stars. his hands hike up your dress around your hips, hands caressing your inner thighs. 

“you think it’d be hot if i fuck you in his car, huh?” he whispers quietly in your ear. your eyes roll back as his fingers rub tight, teasing circles over your core, a fire slowly being lit. you only whimper a bit, biting your lip. “y-yes.” you gasp then, as he slips a finger into you.

he still watches you intently, curling his finger slightly and making you whimper as you try to spit out your words. it makes you turn bright red. your throat gets dry. “p-please.” you say, cheeks feeling hot with need. the windows are starting to fog up in the car as he slowly slides the underwear down from your legs, kissing the skin as he goes. you’re breathing shakily and then he’s bringing his eyes up to you before lifting up the skirt of your dress and disappearing from your sight. 

you gasp in pleasure as you feel bill’s tongue dart out and lick a bold, flat stripe up your heat. “fuck,” you whisper, your hands moving from gripping the seat you’ve laid on to pulling up your dress, lacing your fingers through bill's auburn locks. 

but then, he presses a kiss to your clit and leans back, smirking at you as you stare at him. "wh-" 

"you weren't good enough for a reward. flirting with my teammates." he says, jaw clenching. "did you think that was cute?" 

you moan as he starts to tease your clit with his finger, agonizingly slowly. "did you?" he asks again. the car is hot, almost as hot as it is outside, and his skin is warm and just as slicked with sweat as yours. you bite your lip, moving your hips to try and feel some relief for the arousal seeping through you. 

"jus wanted you, bill. i'm sorry." you mutter, feeling flushed and desperate. he hums, shaking his head. "you're mine." he states, and you nod, suppressing a moan as one of his fingers dips into you just to pull back out. "how can i prove it to you?" you ask, lifting a brow and biting your lip, eyes falling to his hard-on. he shakes his head, though, hand falling to lay you against the seat fully. 

"no. i want to be inside of you." he mutters, kissing your lips, leaving you feeling feverish. "now." 

and then you're both fumbling, desperately palming him and undoing his belt, pulling him out of his pants, and then bill pushing you back to lay again. "you'll be good for me." he says, and it's not a question. his jaw is clenched, eyes bright with lust and hair mussed from where your fingers had found purchase not seconds ago. 

“yes, bill. please, please.” you mutter, cheeks red. you hear him chuckle and you open your eyes as he starts to push into you, his cock stretching you out.  "fuck!“ you hiss in pleasure, hands grasping his shoulder as he bottoms out.

he starts to move after only a mere second, hitting the perfect angle that makes you groan his name into his shoulder as his snaps snap against yours. your back rubs agaisnt the hot leather of the seat, your face being hit by the boiling sun through the window, but you don't care because it feels so good. he moans into your lips, catching you in a heated kiss as he thrusts into you. "bill, fuck, you feel so good.” you gasp out, whimpering as he pushes your dress up further, fingers tweaking your nipple. 

he groans,  watching as your body moves with the rocking of his hips, licking his lips. “baby.” he mutters, hands gripping your hips tightly as he pounds into you. “you’re mine.”

you nod as he hits a new angle inside you and you know you’re very close again. “yes, i’m yours, bill.” you mumble, blissed out as he rolls his hips hard against yours.

his head dips down to take one of your nipples into his mouth, tongue swiping over the bud and making you gasp as he palms the other one. he moves his hips and you roll your eyes back slightly as you shut them. “bill, i’m close.” you whimper. he chuckles, “already?” you can only nod desperately, clawing at his shoulders to stabilize yourself as he fucks you into the backseat, every movement bringing you steadily to the brink. 

you squeeze his hair lightly as you whimper, the feeling euphoric as your toes curl. his name falls from your lips every few seconds as he thrusts into you, hitting deeply, the coil in your stomach about to release. “bill, please, i’m gonna cum.” you mutter, eyes closed and chest rising and falling.

"good." he says, spitting on your clit, thumb following to rub it, making you arch your back, clenching around him tight as you near your high. 

“how’s that feel?” he mutters, and you feel like you’re on fire. “fuck- bill, so good. feels s'good.” you mutter. he hums, cheeks red as he moans, and you grin - you can tell he likes hearing how good he makes you feel. 

"could oliver make you feel like this?" he mutters, and you feel yourself flush, because he's never been so jealous in bed before. it adds to your arousal and you moan out, "no, only you, bill." 

he bites down on your neck, hands roaming your body, squeezing your ass, pinning down your shoulder as he leans back, changing the angle and making you moan even louder. 

“bill, please, it feels so good, don't stop,” you start to beg, arm coming to wrap around his neck as you shake. following your pull, he falls on top of you again, humming against your chest and you moan loudly - loud enough that if someone were passing by the car they’d certainly know - and clench around him. “c'mon, y/n," he whispers, eyes glinting with pride. “cum for me.”

you’re shaking and moaning his name as you finally hit your high. your breathing stutters as he starts to thrust slower, milking you through your orgasm, one hand on the seat near your head and other hand soothing your hair. your eyes are pressed shut as you clench through your high. “fuck, bill.” you whimper. he's kissing you. "so pretty, and all mine." he mutters against your lips. 

"i'm yours, bill," you moan into his ear, eyes screwed shut in pleasure. "you feel so good." 

and then he's cumming, too, moaning as he spills into you, both of your hearts slamming against the others, chests pressed together. he pulls you in for another kiss and you sigh into it, feeling full and fucked out. "i love you." he says against your lips, and you smile. "i love you, too." 

"i need a shower." is all bill says as he pulls out of you, a laugh escaping his lips. you giggle, sitting up, legs feeling like jelly as bill opens the door, exiting the car and then pulling you out, too - just to find oliver and their other teammate, jason, walking towards their cars a few feet away.

 you stare at them, wide-eyed, trying to smooth down your hair, and you realize that bill's still trying to re-do his belt on his uniform. they stare back and oliver clears his throat, clearly shocked and definitely aware of what you and bill had just done. you grin as bill mutters, "see you later, man." and his face has a wide smirk, the other two boys looking shocked. 

you're embarrassed, but as bill pulls you into his side and kisses your forehead with a shit-eating smirk, you decide you don't really care. "let's go take that shower, hm?" you mumble, kissing him softly before sliding into the passenger seat. 

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[athenakyle]

Fratboy Jeongguk Drabbles: And I Love You 3000

Sometime during sophomore year...

Taehyung’s already a little drunk when you bump into him and he throws his arms around you in celebration, “Selfie!” he all but shrieks before giving you 2 seconds to appear somewhat normal as he smooshes his cheek to yours, taking a photo.

“Good game today Taehyung!” you laugh as you hug him back, “That double play you made in the 7th inning was amazing!”

“You saw that?” He looks genuinely surprised.

“Of course I did! How could anyone who was there have missed it?” You look at him like he’s crazy.

“You were at the game?”

You nod, “I wouldn’t have missed it for the world!”

“I thought Guk said you couldn’t make it, that you were flying home today.” His alcohol induced brain seems to slowly catch up with his words. “Wait… if you’re here you didn’t fly home this morning!”

At that you blush, heat filling your cheeks, “I may have intentionally missed my flight.” You admit, causing Tae to chuckle. “I couldn’t bring myself to miss Guk’s championship game. Although I doubt he saw me there, I wasn’t able to sit in my normal seat.”

He grins, “Looks like Guk is going to get to check off everything on his bucket list.”

At that you cock your head to the side, reminding Tae of a curious kitten, “What bucket list?”

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------Pushing through the sea of people you head towards Jeongguk's room, thinking he may have ducked in for some quiet, despite is frat boy jock status, he still got painfully shy at the most inopportune times.

You had just rounded the corner when you see his door open, and Pang Mina steps out, Jeongguk behind her. Jumping back so you aren’t seen, you peek once more and see Mina wrap her arms around Jeongguk, his hands falling to her waist as she pulls him closer. Not wanting to see anymore, you turn and leave, wondering why it hurt so much to see him with her.

It takes you a few minutes to exit the house, friends stopping you along the way to wish you a great summer, and although you return their affection warmly, once you’re outside you can no longer hide your disappointment.

When you find Yoongi waiting by the curb, he immediately knows something’s wrong. “What happened?”

“It’s nothing,” you shake your head, “I just couldn’t find him.” You shrug and Yoongi knows you well enough to let it go, for now.

“Alright,” he offers a soft smile, knowing you’ll tell him eventually, “after you.” He opens the door for you to slide into the awaiting cab.

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------

Jeongguk is sulking in his room when Taehyung flings the door open, “Gukkie’s got his first kiss!” he exclaims, his cell phone held up, flash on, clearly filming whatever he thought he was crashing in on.

“What the fuck dude?” Jeongguk holds a hand up to block the obnoxiously bright light.

“Where’s y/n?” Tae looks around the small room as if he could have missed seeing another person in the room.

The younger male scoffs, “What are you talking about? She left this morning remember?”

“No she didn’t,” Taehyung turns his phone off, “I just saw her in the living room, she was trying to find you.”

At this the star pitcher rolls his eyes, “You’re drunk.”

“Yes,” Tae doesn’t deny it, “but I’m not wrong,” he scrolls through his phone for the selfie he had taken earlier, “she said she skipped out on her flight, she didn’t want miss your” he wiggles his eyebrows, “big championship game.” He shows the photo to Jeongguk, who’s eyes go wide at the screen.

Your face smooshed uncomfortably close to Tae's, but there's a bright smile lighting up your features that makes his heart skip. From the angle he can see that you’re wearing one of the baseball jersey’s that the school sells to support the team, and he hopes that it’s his number 97 that’s emblazoned on the back.

“I told her you were probably in your room, she headed this way to find you.”

“When?”

“I dunno, maybe 5 minutes ago?”

“Shit.” Jeongguk stands, “Mina was here 5 minutes ago, I didn’t see y/n.”

Tae wanders to the window as the bright yellow cab catches his eye, “Well she might have seen the two of you,” he points to the car that you’re getting into.

“No!” Jeongguk throws open the window and climbs out, (thankful for the first time that noobs get relegated to the first floor), racing after the cab carrying you away from him.

The cab makes it to the end of the street before the driver notices Jeongguk running after it, “Um, should we be concerned that one of the frat boys appears to be chasing us?” he meets your eyes in the rearview mirror before sliding to Yoongi’s, “You stealing his girl?” he teases.

You whip around to peer out the review window as Yoongi release a sound that can only be described as disgust. Your heart soars at the sight of Jeongguk chasing the cab.

“Can you please pull over?” you plead with the cabby who smiles and does as you request.

Hope flares to life in Jeongguk’s chest as he sees the cab pull over and the door fly open. He doesn’t slow down until he’s standing in front of you, resting a hand on the trunk, panting and out of breath as you gaze at him with a gentle curiousness in your eyes.

“I expected the university’s star athlete to be in better shape than this,” you tease as you wait for him to catch his breath. He sends a playful glare your way causing you to giggle as you feel your face heat up when he stands to his full height, causing you to look up at him.

“You were going to leave without saying goodbye?” he sounds wounded that you would even consider leaving him without a word.

“I can’t exactly miss another flight home Guk, my parents would send the national guard.” Your comment causes Jeongguk to chuckle, not knowing you were entirely serious.

Silence descends on the two of you as you each unknowingly struggle with wanting to say more, but unsure of how to proceed.

You cave first, “Taehyung told me about your list of goals.”

His eyes go wide as his cheeks tinge pink, “He told you that?”

You nod, “Let’s see, pitch a no-hitter, have your name in lights, and kiss a pretty girl.” You tick them off with your fingers. Avoiding his gaze you look over his shoulder, to where you can still hear the faint sounds of the frat party that rages on, “Congratulations, Mina’s really pretty.” You offer him a diplomatic smile before looking away, “Good game today Jeongguk.” You spare him one more glance before you move towards the cab.

His hand on your wrist stops you.

“She’s popular, pretty and she wanted to kiss me,” he tugs you gently, “she’s everything I thought I wanted.” The words hurt, but you can’t bring yourself to disentangle yourself just yet, “Except, she wasn’t you.” You turn around, eyes meeting his, “She wasn’t you, y/n.”

“What?”

“She wasn’t you,” he closes the gap and tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear, “and I couldn’t.”

“You didn’t kiss her?” you voice is soft, barely above a whisper as your brain processes the implications of his words.

“No,” he shakes his head, “I waited 19 years for this kiss, and I didn’t want to waste it.” He bites his lip, nerves coursing through him, “I’ll wait another 19 if that’s what it takes for my first kiss to be with you.” He admits as you stare up at him.

Before he can process what’s happening, you’re surging up on your toes, wrapping your arms around him and pressing your lips to his.

You giggle when you pull back and he chases your lips, his eyes still closed. “You may be able to wait that long, Gukkie, but I can’t.”

His eyes open as he smiles down at you, “I’ve wanted this for so long.” He whispers before cupping your cheek and sealing your lips to his one more time.

“Alright love birds, that’s enough.” Yoongi’s voice breaks through the night, and you pull back from Jeongguk heat flaring in your cheeks. “We still have a plane to catch.”

Jeongguk places one last lingering peck to your lips, “Call me when you land?”

You nod, “I promise.”

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