Sinbad X Reader Stories

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67 "you're bleeding all over my carpet." + 100 "You can only suffer through me whining so much until you get up and make me a sandwich." + 6 "I need a place to stay." + 21 "I'm bulletproof...but please don't shoot me."

A/N: This is a request for Music_Is_Life_118, hope you like it! (It wouldn't let me write it correctly, sorry). Sorry, I haven't been updating much, I've been into the show more than Magi lately and then I got caught up in writing something for it... Anyway, It might be hard to update more often because my family and I are moving to a new house and we have a month to pack everything. I promise we're not getting kicked out or evicted, this is our own decision. I'll try my best to continue updating as much as I can.

Anyway, Enjoy~
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You walked through your empty apartment, trying to get yourself tired to finally be able to get some sleep. You sighed as you noticed it wasn't working.

You were going to walk back to your bedroom and spend yet another all-nighter until a knock on the door startled you. Who would be here at this hour?

You slowly walked into the kitchen and grabbed a gun that your father gave you hidden in a drawer. You loaded it and proceeded to make your way to the door.

When you got there you yanked it open and pointed the gun at whoever it was. The person gave a startled yelp and looked to see... Sinbad?!

"What the hell are you doing here?!" You exclaimed.

He held his hands over his head "I'm bulletproof...but please don't shoot me." 

"What. Do. You. Want?!"

"I need a place to stay..." He got on his hand's knees as if begging. You lowered the gun and glared at him.

"No." You answered. 

"Please, Y/N! I'm begging you!" He said.

"No way! I thought I said I didn't want to be caught in this line of work," you responded.

"Please only for tonight!"

That's when you noticed the blood running down his hand. You felt sympathetic and decided to let him in.

"Fine."

He smiled and thanked you, making himself at home. Then you noticed the blood began to drip down.

"You're bleeding all over my carpet," you said monotonically.

"Ah! Sorry Y/N," he grabbed his hand in an attempt to stop it. You sighed and went to get a first aid kit. You came back and he was sitting on the couch, you sat next to him and proceeded to clean the wound.

"So, what happened this time?"

"Ja'far and I were looking the new shipments that came in and Kou, our rival gang, came in and found our hideout. Then after that gun fight ensued, everyone is fine by the way, some men of Kou were killed."

You clenched your fists, that was the biggest reason as to why you hated that like of work. People always died and horrid things. Another reason is because if you got involved with Sinbad in a romantic relationship, you'd have a target on your back.

It was hard to always reject your feelings, but that was the way to go if you wanted to keep Sinbad happy.

"So, how did you get hurt?" You asked.

"One of their men grazed me, but it's fine."

"Damnit Sinbad! IT'S NOT FINE! DO YOU UNDERSTAND THE KIND OF WORK YOU'RE DOING! IT'S NOT FINE, IT'S NOT OKAY! YOU GOT HURT! AND THIS IS NOT THE FIRST TIME! WHOSE TO SAY IT WON'T HAPPEN AGAIN, BUT WORSE?!"

Sinbad was about to speak until your cut him off. "BECAUSE OF THIS SHIT I'VE HAD TO PRETEND MY FEELINGS WEREN'T REAL*! THAT I HATED YOU!-" you collapsed to the ground- "even though that's just a big filthy lie..." Tears ran down your cheeks and you began shaking uncontrollably.

Sinbad came to hug you, but you stopped him. "DON'T TOUCH ME!" You yelled. He looked at you sympathetically and hugged you anyway.

"I'm sorry. I've been feeling the same way, but you'd never give me a chance. I thought you hated my guts-" he chuckled- "I promise to keep you safe, no matter what happens. You'll be okay..."

You cried into his shoulder and clenched your fists into the coat. "Damn you..." You cried.

"Not like I haven't heard that before..." He chuckled. You rolled your eyes.

"Hey, Y/N?"

"Hmm?"

"I'm hungry."

You pushed him off and walked off "way to ruin a tender moment," you said.

"Come on, Y/N~" he then proceeded to whine for 10 minutes, as you began to work on something on your laptop.

"You can only suffer through me whining so much until you get up and make me a sandwich."

"I'm not getting up! Now buzz off!"

"Please~"

"No!"