#based on that one drag race video

[thewiglesswonder]

[wileys-russo]

can i request something with alexia x reader based off one if the videos post win. the one where olga tried scoring on alexia but instead of missing reader makes it and then copies alexias celebration

goalscorer II a.putellas

you weren't sure whose hand would break first, yours or albas, with the way you both had a death grip on one another as the extra time slowly ticked down to zero and it felt as though the entire stadium held its breath.

then finally, the whistle.

for a brief moment it was like time stood still as the players raced onto the pitch, your body on fire as every hair stood on end and the ground beneath your feet vibrated with the thunderous roar of a stadium full of culers.

then arms were thrown around your neck as alexia's family all screamed happily and exchanged hugs, your own parents sat in the row behind forever supportive of your fiancé since the moment you'd taken her home to meet them.

you blinked and suddenly snapped back into reality, the screams deafening in your ear as you were drowned in affection from the elated putellas-segura family surrounding you.

your heart swelled with pride as you finally caught alexia's eye, a beaming grin flashed your way and both her hands waving before she was called over for the trophy and medal ceremony.

eventually you were all ushered down toward the front of the barrier, eli and alba going first as they engulfed your fiance in bear hugs, both women with tears streaming down their faces as alexia rolled her eyes playfully and squeezed them tighter.

with a nudge in the back from her uncle and a wink you were next, two strong hands helping you over the barrier as your feet touched the pitch and your eyes remained locked with the blonde grinning down at you.

time once more seemed to stop and suddenly it was just the two of you, your congratulations and how proud you were murmured over and over in her ear as finally your arms wrapped around one another and you'd never felt safer than being within them.

you let out a laugh as you were held tighter and lifted momentarily up into their air, spun around for a moment as alexia's forehead pressed against yours, lips just grazing your cheek both of you well aware that despite the intimacy of your embrace it was anything but a private moment.

"taking your captain title to a new level mi amor." you teased, tugging at the barcelona flag draped around her shoulders like a makeshift cape, reeling in the very slight blush which coated her cheeks at your words which you knew if you called her out on she would dismiss as flush from running around.

"captain catalunya, hero of barcelona." you grinned, kissing her cheek and stepping away for a moment to allow some of her childhood friends to rush in and express their own congratulations, dragged away by alba to speak with your own parents and eli.

"no i did not!" you denied with bright red cheeks as your father embellished a story of how the first time you'd watched one of alexia's games with them at home you'd almost thrown the remote through the screen when your girlfriend at the time was fouled.

"stop laughing! you'll just encourage him." you shoved alba who only threw her head back as you playfully shot your grinning father a glare, relaxing as familiar arms looped around your waist and a chin settled on your shoulder.

"hola amor." the soft raspy murmur as a subtle kiss was placed on your jaw and you melted backwards into your lovers touch as praise for her showered down from those around you.

"hermana! we were just talking about the time that-" alba started as you kicked at her causing the girl to gasp and shove you, alexia's hand shooting out to swat her sisters away and a warning look set in her features as alba rolled her eyes and stuck her tongue out, turning around to converse elsewhere.

"aye go speak to maría's parents, mami take him away por favor he has had too much sun!" you groaned catching the teasing look on your fathers face and nodding behind them where your second parents milled around happily, your childhood best friend nowhere in sight.

though it wasn't long before she made an appearance, bursting out of the tunnel yelling at the top of her lungs, brandishing her little barcelona flag that had acted like an emotional support throughout her injury.

you'd tried scheming with ingrid to get rid of it after mapi started to sleep with it in the bed and then almost took your eye out waving it around like a mad woman as you sat beside her at a game, alexia almost snapping it herself after seeing the deep purple bruise under your right eye where your best friend had accidentally poked you with it.

but watching the childlike joy twinkle brightly in her eyes as she raced around like an overgrown toddler, chased by lucy's neice and nephew you couldn't help but smile and shake your head.

"maybe she will retire the flag now we are four for four this season and she will be back on the pitch soon." alexia chuckled, still hugging you tightly as you grinned, leaning your head back to catch her eye as she winked.

"at least it has been a distraction from her making us say thank you every time we go out with her and ingrid." you rolled your eyes, turning in her hold to face your girlfriend who hummed.

it had indeed been mapi who introduced the two of you after a game years ago, a friendship blossoming between you and alexia long before a relationship. but despite that the tattooed defender relished in the ego boost felt from telling anyone with ears that it was all thanks to her that you two were together.

"can you imagine her speech at the wedding?" you sighed with a shake of your head, alexia letting go of you to fiddle about with the flag tied around her, picking at the knot.

"i remember the day they first met, because it was all thanks to me that we are even gathered here today! chica's...you are so welcome." alexia mocked making you laugh as she pulled the flag off.

"maybe i can get her so drunk she will pass out before the speeches?" you suggested, your fiancé instead draping the flag around you and tying it loosely over your shoulders.

"a perfect plan cari." the blonde winked, squeezing your shoulders. "who is captain catalunya now?" the footballer teased, tugging at your new cape and glancing over your head where her name was called for more photos.

"go amor, i'll find you later." you promised, squeezing her hands as she nodded and pulled you into another tight hug, lips grazing the side of your head as you softly rubbed her back and begrudgingly let go, her figure retreating into the swarm of people on the pitch.

you were mid conversation with some of the other girls families, stood beside alba and twisting around your engagement ring on your finger when she struck.

"campeones! campeones! campeones!" you hurtled forward nearly barreling over jana's parents as a body launched themselves onto you, legs wrapping around your torso as panos hurried to steady you.

"gracias! lo siento." you thanked the goalkeeper before profusely apologising to jana's parents as the young midfielder was busy doubled over laughing, your cheeks bright red at the disruption.

"mierda!" the brunette swore as you wrenched her legs off, causing her to drop promptly onto the ground with a wince, jana falling to the floor laughing even harder as alba joined in and mapi glared up at you with a huff.

"algunos bienvenidos. is that a way to greet your best friend!" the girl pouted as you rolled your eyes and pulled her back to her feet. "maría!" you groaned as once more she launched onto you, this time in another forceful koala hug but from the front.

"campeones de europa!" the girl threw her head back and screamed, a smile unable to stay off your face as you held her thighs and she grabbed your cheeks, kissing your forehead over and over with a repeated loud mwah noise.

"vale vale!" you laughed, dropping her again though this time she remained on her feet, the two of you hugging normally as you told her how proud you were. "i did not even play idiota!" the older girl shoved your head as the two of you pulled away.

"no, but your contributions to the team morale and being their biggest supporter even not on the pitch mean just as much. you know that, sí?" you promised, tone softening as did the defenders face. "gracias mi chica." the girl smiled, kissing your cheek and waving her flag around which she snatched up off the ground.

"if you poke her eye with that flag again león we are going to have a problem." you smiled as your fiance slotted herself in behind you again, a warning look at the tattooed footballer in front of you making mapi roll her eyes.

"tan dramática her eye healed fine! and she almost broke my flag." the girl cradled the piece of cloth and plastic tenderly in her arms, stroking it like you might a newborn making you roll your eyes.

"oh i am so sorry my poor face nearly broke your stupid flag maría." you shook your head feeling alexia chuckle as her body vibrated against your back. "gracias, now was that so hard?" mapi smiled as you lunged for her and she raced off.

"idiota." you rolled your eyes allowing alexia to lead you away back toward where your families were milling about.

"mi amor." you looked up from speaking with your mother, raising an eyebrow to your fiance who held up a tiny football in her hands with a suggestive grin.

"really?" you chuckled, but sighing in acceptance when her grin didn't drop, gesturing for her to give you the ball as she rolled it to you and backed into goal.

"vamos bebé, score a goal! if you can." the blonde teased in challenge. "what do i get when i score putellas?" you questioned crossing your arms, foot resting on top of the small childrens football.

"if you score, anything you want preciosa." alexia grinned cockily as you rolled your eyes and backed up a few steps. "remember to kick the ball and not the air amor!" your fiance continued to tease.

"vamos captain barça, maybe we will get you a job as the water girl for the team!" you turned to shoot your best friend a murderous glare as her face paled and she scurried off to find ingrid no doubt, her much better other half.

spurred on by the lack of faith from your loved ones, even your own father joining in with alexia's teasings, you took one more step back and lurched forward.

you made sure to do exactly as you'd watched your fiance do a million times in your backyard, driving your foot forward and following through, the ball zooming forward at a pace alexia clearly didn't anticipate as it shot past her.

you let out a cheer and pumped your fist in the air, racing around in a circle and grabbing the bottom of your alexia's jersey intending to tug it off exactly the way the blonde had an hour prior after her own goal.

"ale!" you laughed as a strong arm wrapped around your waist and another swatted your hand away. "mi amor you are ruining my celebration." you tutted with a shake of her head and a sigh.

"my celebration, and you are keeping that shirt on!" your fiance warned as you rolled your eyes and she teasingly flicked your ear. "oh wait-" you pushed away from her as she looked on curiously.

you cleared your throat and took a dramatic bow, a few onlookers clapping and cheering making you grin and alexia now the one to roll her eyes. "mm hilarious princesa."

"i thought so. now cariño...what was that about anything i wanted?"

[starkwlkr]

cherry flavoured | sebastian vettel

sebastian vettel x reporter!reader

based on the video of iker casillas and his gf during the 2010 world cup

she’s a long one <3 this was finished at 2:30 AM so I’m sorry if there’s any mistakes (please do not request for part 2)

Abu Dhabi Grand Prix 2010

It was the last race of the season and you were nervous, especially for Sebastian. It was down to Fernando, Mark, Sebastian and Lewis, one of them was going to be them champion. It was your job to cover the race and conduct interviews before and after so this gave you a chance to speak with Sebastian and wish him luck. The media didn’t know about your relationship that had just become official a month ago.

Sebastian had asked you out before the Japanese Grand Prix. That day, you decided to make a deal with him. If he won, you would go to dinner with him. After 53 laps, Sebastian secured a win and a date with you.

While you finished up your interview with Lewis, Sebastian stood patiently to the side. He kept his eye on you, staring at how you talked with such confidence and passion. He loved how expressive you were, sometimes talking with your hands. After letting Lewis go so he could prepare for the race, it was Sebastian’s turn. He happily joined you.

“Hello Sebastian, how are you?” You asked, knowing already how he felt, but you had to do your job. The night before, you stayed in Sebastian’s room, that’s when he told you how nervous he was feeling.

“Good, excited, happy.” He replied, smiling at you.

“Well I won’t keep you here for very long—”

“Why not? I enjoy talking to you.” Sebastian interrupted. His smirk was making you weak and all you wanted was to drag him into a room and let him have his way with you, but you couldn’t at least not now.

Several questions later, Sebastian was still giving you that look making it hard for you to concentrate. It was the same look he gave you the night before when you and him were in his hotel room ripping each other’s clothes off.

“Alright, good luck Seb . . astian, sebastian sorry.” You apologized.

All Sebastian did was laugh at your mistake. Since nobody apart from Mark knew about your relationship, you couldn’t call him Seb. He nodded then mumbled an ‘I love you’ and left. You really hoped nobody could read his lips since you were still live.

You understood that Sebastian needed to concentrate before the race so you didn’t bother him. Soon, the race had started, almost instantly on lap 1, a crash happened. After the race restarted, you watched Sebastian keep his p1 position. When it came to the final lap, everyone was silent in the Red Bull garage where you were watching the race from. Sebastian crossed the finish line, but you still had to wait for the other four cars.

Lewis came in second then came Jenson. After confirming, it was clear that Sebastian had become world champion.

You and the team members of Red Bull made it to the podium ceremony. The German nation anthem played as Sebastian soaked in the moment. He had made history by becoming the youngest world champion. After the national anthem finished, he tried to look for you in the crowd. When he finally did, he winked at you. Again, he was making you feel all sorts of emotions.

After the podium celebrations and posing for photos, the three drivers had to do threat post race interviews. You were in charge of being the first to interview the new world champion.

In the media pen, Sebastian spotted you getting ready for your interview. When you were done, he walked up to you with the biggest smile on his face.

“Congratulations Sebastian. How was it up there on the podium?” You asked.

“It was a dream, but now it’s reality.” Sebastian replied. “I just wanna thank all the people that supported me and you of course, you’ve been there for me.”

You weren’t sure how to respond to that. Was Sebastian about to reveal your relationship?

“Well congratulations again, go celebrate this historic win—” Before you could finish your sentence, Sebastian placed both of his hands on your cheeks and brought you closer to him, placing a kiss on your lips. You could taste the champagne that had been poured of him by Jenson and Lewis. From the distance, Jenson cheered, making everyone turn their attention towards you and Sebastian.

Sebastian didn’t care that you were still live. All he wanted was to celebrate with his girlfriend. “I love you.” He mumbled against your lips. When he finally pulled away, he licked his lips. “Cherry, my favorite.” He smirked.

“You’re the worst.” You laughed. “I love you too, champ. Go, I’ll see you soon.” You practically had to push him away from you so you could continue with more interviews.

“I’ll wait for you!” He yelled as he walked away.

Then Jenson made his way to you since you were going to interview him next. “Do I get one as well?” He teased.

Of course you and Sebastian celebrated, how could you not? He had made history. After the famous kiss, you were sure that you were going to get fired, but nothing ever happened. You did get a warning to not do it again, which Sebastian reminded the FIA that it was his idea not yours resulting in him getting a warning too.

Over the years, you were there when Sebastian won, when he lost, when he moved to Ferrari. You comforted him when he realized he would never win a championship with Ferrari.

During the summer break of the 2019 season, you and Sebastian decided to get married. It was an intimate wedding with only close friends and family attending. The night of your wedding, Sebastian promised you that he would take you anywhere for a while so you could spend your honeymoon. Of course being an F1 driver and a reporter, it didn’t go as planned as a global pandemic hit. You assured Sebastian that you weren’t mad, you had traveled almost everywhere with him anyway.

After the 2020 season ended, Sebastian was now with Aston Martin. He had only secured one podium finish with the team, but you were still more than happy for him.

One day after media day had finished for the 2021 French Grand Prix, you and Sebastian were in the Aston Martin motorhome having lunch. You were talking about a new piece of furniture you wanted when your phone vibrated. You checked it and saw a picture of your friend’s baby that she had sent you.

“Look, remember my friend Jane? That’s her baby girl, aw she’s so adorable.” You showed Sebastian a picture of the baby. “I need to tell her to stop sending pictures or I might get baby fever.”

“It wouldn’t be such a bad thing, right?” Sebastian asked. “We’ve been together for eleven years, married for two.“

“I did always dream of being a mother. It would be fun to play dress up with our daughter or play with you cars with our son. Can you imagine that? They would call me mom . . holy shit.”

Sebastian thought about it. He was in his mid thirties, he already won four titles, that was enough for him.

“I guess this plays into what I’m about to talk to you next. . . I didn’t renew a contract for 2023 with sky sports.” You said.

“Are you going somewhere else?” He questioned.

“No, I didn’t sign anything with anyone. I just thought that it’s time for me to step back. Give someone younger their moment.” You replied. You made the decision a while ago even before the 2021 season started.

“But you love your job.”

“I can’t stay here forever, Seb.”

All day Sebastian had thought about your words. He couldn’t stay in formula 1 forever either. The younger generation had to have a go too.

At the end of the 2021 season, Sebastian had told you the news that he would be retiring at the end of the next season like you. You were sure him retiring was the result of your conversation, but he assured you that even before that he had considered retirement.

“So when are you going to announce it?” You asked.

“Soon. I want to enjoy winter break with you first.”

You and Sebastian spent the holidays in your home in Switzerland surrounded by family and friends. You weren’t even sure how it happened since you and Sebastian spent most of your time at home, but both of you ended up testing positive for covid. You assumed you contracted the virus when you went out for groceries.

The 2022 season had started and you and your husband were stuck at home quarantining. It wasn’t bad, it was just a normal day except you had medicine and empty tissue boxes scattered around the floor.

“Do you need another blanket, liebe?” Sebastian asked you. He touched your forehead feeling it not as hot as before.

You two were in your bedroom watching the Bahrain Grand Prix. You didn’t expect this to be the start of your last season, but at least you were with Sebastian.

“I’m okay, I’m thirsty though.” You sat up as Sebastian walked to the kitchen to get you a glass of water. Once he returned, he saw how sad you looked as you watch the race.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m going to miss it, but I’m happy that I get to be home with you.” You smiled weakly at him.

“We can visit whenever we want, liebe, and then one day we can visit with the kids.” Sebastian replied. “Here, drink.” He handed you the glass of water.

Soon enough, you and Sebastian were good to return back to the paddock. You felt refreshed and ready to officially start the season. You did your interviews, greeted your colleagues and then made your way to the Aston Martin garage where you were going to watch the race.

By lap 24, Sebastian was out. It broke your heart to see it, it was his first race back and he didn’t get a chance to finish it. He arrived back to the garage in a Marshall’s scooter making it a funny moment despite his dnf. He looked for you first.

“Are you okay?” You asked, running your hand through his messy hair.

“Good.” Was all that he said.

After doing some post race interviews, Sebastian waited for you in the Aston Martin motorhome. When you arrived, you noticed a plate of fruit and berries on the table. “I figured you didn’t get a break all day so eat. I made sure to get plenty of pineapple and strawberries.” He moved the plate closer to you.

“Thanks, it wasn’t that stressful today. Hopefully the next race is better for us.” You said once you sat down and started to eat the fruit. “No cherries today?”

“You and your cherries. Not today, liebe.” Sebastian grabbed a strawberry from the plate.

Eventually it was time to announce to the world of motorsports and media that Sebastian and you were retiring. You announced it first with a lengthy post on instagram with pictures of when you first started to now, you even posted the famous kiss that Sebastian gave you in 2010.

You received lots of comments and messages from family, friends and colleagues. It was nice to feel loved by them. The next day, it was Sebastian’s turn to announce his retirement. It started with him making an Instagram account then posting a video.

“I hereby announce my retirement from formula one by the end of the 2022 season.”

Abu Dhabi Grand Prix 2022

You felt a giant wave of deja vu. Here you were back in Abu Dhabi only this time it would be the official last Grand Prix for you and Sebastian. You would still visit like Sebastian mentioned, but it wouldn’t feel the same.

You walked into the paddock with Sebastian holding your hand. You were greeted by photographers, fans that wanted to get pictures with Sebastian and several members of other teams that wanted to congratulate you and your husband on retirement.

First you went to the Aston Martin motorhome again since you were a bit tired. You sat at a table in the corner. For a couple of weeks now, you were keeping a secret from Sebastian. Your friend, Jane, was the only one who knew since she had gone through a similar experience.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Sebastian asked as he noticed the tired look on you. “Want something to eat?”

“No I’m okay, I promise. It’s still too early for me to function I guess.” You dismissed it. “I’ll catch up with you later, I’m sure you have lots of people waiting for you.”

“They can wait. If you need me here then I’m staying, end of discussion.” He was about to sit down next to you, but you stopped him.

“Seb, no. I mean it, I am fine. Go.” You demanded.

Before he left, Sebastian placed a kiss on your lips. When he pulled away, he frowned. “Is that coconut? I thought you were going to wear the cherry one.”

“Change of plans.” You smiled. “Go, the team needs you.”

“Be careful, I’ll see you later.” He placed one more kiss on your lips. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” You reply as you watch Sebastian walk out. “I can just imagine how protective he’s going to be about you, baby.” You spoke to yourself as you looked down to your stomach.

You found out you were pregnant when Jane was visiting you in Switzerland. You had gone out to eat for brunch at a nice little restaurant. Immediately after arriving, the smell of eggs made you run to the nearest bathroom and vomit in the toilet. Jane had ran after you making sure you were okay.

“Fuck . . It’s the smell.” You confirmed.

“Babe, when was the last time you had your period?”

Jane’s question made you think back to your vacation with Sebastian a couple months ago. You and Sebastian couldn’t keep your hands off of each other.

After taking a pregnancy test, it was confirmed that you were pregnant. You called your doctor to schedule an appointment. Sebastian wasn’t home so you didn’t have to worry about him walking in on you holding a pregnancy test. You weren’t sure how you were going to tell him, but you knew that he would be the happiest man on earth.

You were assigned to interview Sebastian immediately after the race while on the track. You were told that it would be a special moment for you two seeing as you were both leaving. Apparently Sebastian didn’t know this so that was another secret kept from him.

Sebastian stood beside you as he got ready. You held his helmet, your name printed on the side in a small font. “Remember when I won back in 2010?”

“No, remind me again?” You joked. “Of course I do. It was the night you kissed me in front of thousands of people on live tv.”

“It would be a shame if we didn’t recreate that.” He teased. “You know . . . for historical reasons.”

“I don’t want to get in trouble on my last day.”

“You’re no fun.” Seb rolled his eyes playfully. “Kiss for good luck?”

You then kissed the top of his helmet and shoved it in his hands. “Good luck.” You were about to leave, but Sebastian grabbed your hand and brought you back to him. “Fine.” You kissed him as if your life depended on it.

“I was hoping you changed your lipgloss to cherry.” Mumbled Sebastian after pulling away from you.

“You’ll live.” You gave him a chaste kiss then waited for him to put his balaclava. “I love you and I’m so fucking proud of you.”

Soon, the race was starting. Sebastian had started from P9. It was an exciting and emotional race for you and Sebastian. You didn’t want it to end, but you knew that Sebastian’s time in f1 was over.

By the end of the 58 laps, Sebastian had scored his last point in formula 1. You were content with the result even if he only scored one point. You were then directed to the track with a camera man and microphone in hand. As Sebastian did donuts on the track, you took your phone out to record his last moments. When he finished, you put away your phone. You didn’t even notice you were crying until a marshal gave you a tissue.

You thanked him and cleaned up as Sebastian made his way out the car to wave at the fans. Eventually Sebastian made his way towards you without his helmet and his racing suit hanging from his waist. You couldn’t start the interview without hugging him first so that’s what you did. Like in 2010, the camera filmed you and Sebastian as you embraced. You could hear the crowd cheering.

“You did so well. You made me cry.” You mumbled as Sebastian kissed your temple.

“You look pretty when you cry.” He let go of you since you needed to start the interview. He fixed your hair, tucking a strand behind your ear.

“Sebastian, wow, first off congratulations on your incredible career.” You began.

“I don’t know what to say. I feel a bit empty to be honest, it’s been a big weekend.” He looked at the crowd who were sad to see him go. He gave a speech that made you cry even more, which you blamed on the hormones. “I can say that you were always with me in the bad times and good times. Thank you for sticking with me.”

“Always.” You said, completely forgetting you were holding the microphone so the whole audience heard you.

Sebastian then thanked the fans for the messages and support he’s been receiving. It only made you want to cry even more so thankfully your interview was coming to an end.

“Congratulations, Seb. You deserve it.” You said and with that you and your husband hugged once more. “You’re coming home.” You sighed.

“You don’t sound too happy.” He teased.

“I am, trust me. That means you can help move some stuff around and redecorate the guest room.” You let go of Sebastian, but you still held his hand.

“Why would we need to redecorate the guest room?” He questioned.

“Because that’s our baby’s room.”

“Our baby? Really? You mean it?” His lips turned into a smile that he couldn’t wipe off. “When did you find out?”

“Weeks ago. I’m letting you know right now that if you ever make eggs around me, I will vomit so let’s not do that.” You laughed as Seb brought you in for a kiss.

Again, Jenson was cheering in the background like he did in 2010.

When Sebastian pulled away, he smirked. You had changed your lipgloss after all. “Cherry, my favorite.”

[aviscarrentals]

i want to play a (racing) game

a series of f1 fics based off of some of my favorite horror movies

charles leclerc- the shining

you, your boyfriend, and a bunch of friends decide to spend your winter break together in a giant hotel. what could go wrong?

max verstappen- it

after years away from your hometown, derry, you suddenly receive an urgent call from your long-forgotten childhood friend, alex, that leads to you returning to the very place you swore you would never face again

carlos sainz- a quiet place

after losing everything you know when the world fell into apocalypse due to the invasion of alien-like monsters with some very sharp ears, you find a new family in the other survivors

lando norris- scary movie (saw parody)

you wake up next to a stranger in a dimly lit room chained to a chair, which is bolted to the floor. luckily, the situation turns out to be more humorous than terrifying (may or may not be 100% based off of the jerma episode of generation loss LOL)

fernando alonso- freaky

you wake up in the body of a middle aged man. but not just any man. a man who also happens to be a wanted serial killer.

george russell- the purge

you and your best friend alex's annoying best friend, george, have to work together to survive the purge night (lily's also there)

pierre gasly- unfriended

you and your friends video call every friday night to hang out together. unfortunately, an angry spirit has decided it wants to spend some time with you guys as well...

mick schumacher- fnaf

after countless failed attempts, you've finally found yourself a new job! the bad news is, it's a night shift and you're scared of the dark. so, naturally, you drag your boyfriend along with you.

alex albon- child's play

when you and your boyfriend unexpectedly have to take in your young niece, you two struggle to make a connection with the little girl. maybe splurging on the cool new doll she's been wanting will fix that.

yuki tsunoda- final destination

what do you do when some random guy that you've never spoken to before tells you he's seen visions of you dying? what do you do when it turns out he was right and death is pretty pissed off?

oscar piastri- the menu

you and your husband have worked non-stop to build a successful, stable life for yourselves. you two really deserve a break. how about a fancy dinner on a remote island prepared by one of the most revered chefs in the entire culinary world?

ollie bearman- scary stories to tell in the dark

it's the final halloween before you have to move away from your hometown and your best friends since birth. hopefully you can make it a night to remember.

lance stroll- the cabin in the woods

you and your boyfriend decide to invite some friends to spend the weekend in a little log cabin in the forest as a way to momentarily retreat from your stressful lives. well you definitely won't be getting any rest this weekend, that's for sure.

logan sargeant- scream (aka yelp)

an eerie masked killer has made its way into your town and is slowly picking kids off one by one. who could it be? is there anyone you can trust? prologue chapter 1

liam lawson- happy death day

happy birthday! i hope you're excited because this will be the longest day(s?) of your life

sebastian vettel- the texas chainsaw massacre

it's summer, which of course means it's time for a roadtrip! unfortunately, you and your friends decided to visit texas, usa, where everything's bound to go wrong (because it's texas, usa)

kimi raikkonen- would you rather

desperate times call for desperate measures, although at this point desperate would be an understatement. so when the perfect opportunity falls right into your lap, who are you to turn it down?

jenson button- halloween

it's halloween! the spookiest day of the year. even though you don't bother participating in silly little holiday celebrations, there are some traditions you can't ignore…

mark webber- 28 days later

the world has gone to shit. even so, you're doing everything you can to survive, despite how hard it is on your own. maybe it would be better if you formed a team?

[letsgetrowdy43]

Not strong enough (Rowan's Version)—

reader x usntdp u18 2018-19 team

Based on the song "Not Strong Enough" by Boy Genius

Warnings: Sexism & Men (they deserve the tw)

Ro's 1000 follower celly

Au Masterlist!!

"Black hole opened in the kitchen, every clock's a different time. It would only take the energy to fix it, I don't know why I am"

“She’s the glue,” Jack grinned and looked over to Cole who smiled back at him, “every team has that person who keeps the group together, and for us, she’s that person.” “She’s our everything really” Trevor interjected as the interviewer nodded her head.

The woman wore a red blazer, in her hands were a few cue cards, messy handwriting full of questions covered the tiny pieces of paper as she grinned at the boys sitting on the couch in front of her.

“How about her game? Explain it to me,” she smiled as Alex sat up. “She’s electric, elegant almost with how agile she is,” the other boys nodded, “her IQ is above all, and her playmaking is so effortless.”

“We wouldn’t be half the team without her,” Cole added. “These accomplishments are because of her, none of these records or wins would’ve happened if she wasn’t in that locker room,” Jack finishes off the interview with a grin as the camera shuts off and the industrial lighting goes out.

“That was an amazing boys, thank you,” the cameraman and director said as he shooed the boys out of the room.

★★

"The way I am, not strong enough to be your man, I try, I can't stop staring at the ceiling fan and, spinning out about things that haven't happened. Breathing in and out"

Y/n watched her interview with tears, a huff leaving her lips as she stared at the ceiling in defeat. “What about the boys? You find them cute?” The woman in the red blazer said with a chuckle.

The cue cards of in-depth questions were nowhere to be seen as the teenage girl sat on the couch in her Team USA jersey. Embarrassment filled her face as she looked behind the camera to see the direct, wondering how on earth this question was even real.

“These boys are like my brothers,” she smiled, tone a little peeved as she stared at her hands, “they are my team, the ones I go to battle for.” A semi smile worked its way into her face as she thought back to the past years with the boys, and how life-changing this team has been for her and for her game, “on the ice we are dynamic, and off the ice, they are my best friends,” she answered honestly

That’s about as far as she could make it into the video before having to turn it off.

The boys received such beautiful questions and were given the opportunity to share such meaningful words. While on the other hand, she was painted out to be some narrative

It was total bullshit.

★★

"Drag racing through the canyon, singing "Boys Don't Cry" Do you see us getting scraped up off the pavement? I don't know why I am"

“Give ‘em hell my girl,” was always Ellen’s words to the teen before she stepped on any ice, whether it be a game or a practice. It held such a strong sentiment, and Ellen was such a strong role model in her life.

They were also the first words said to her the moment she got the call inviting her out to the draft combine in Buffalo, her billet mother pulling her into her arms hug as she cried into Ellen’s arms “I’m so proud of you y/n,” she whispered as the tears subsided with the entrance of the boys who had been waiting for this moment.

“Are those good tears or bad tears?” Alex asked as y/n wiped them away. “Good ones,” she croaked as both Jack and Alex lunged at her.

Not only was this the biggest moment of her life, but this was also one of the biggest moments in female hockey history. The first-ever teenage girl prospect in an all-male league, it was overwhelming, but it was the first step in the direction of change.

★★

"The way I am, not strong enough to be your man, I lie, I am just lowering your expectations. Half a mind that keeps the other second-guessing, close my eyes and count"

“A female prospect?” The interviewer mumbled as he looked through his list of draftees. “It’s progressive,” another man with a clipboard mumbled with a shrug as he sipped his coffee.

“It’s unorthodox,” another person mumbled as one of the interns left to go and fetch the girl from the next room over, “politics and sports don’t coexist,” he added causing a few chuckles around the table.

The only female interviewer tapped her pen on the wooden table, her brows raised and her anger levels starting to rise as she looked at all of the men in the room. “You are making decisions for a billion-dollar company, every single decision and movement you make is due to the outcome of the political climate,” she said hastily before the door opened and all of the people in the room stood to greet the young prospect

The older woman’s hand was the first one out for the young girl to shake as she greeted her with a warm smile and a firm handshake. “Please take a seat, we’re so glad to get the chance to sit down with you!”

★★

"Always an angel, never a god. Always an angel, never a god"

Draft day had to of been the most stressful day ever, the NHL reached out a few weeks prior hoping to include her in their “Welcome to NHL” mini-documentary about her experience on the draft day.

Her hand shook as she stared at herself in the mirror, a small smile on her lips as she looked towards the camera. “Ready to make history?” She mumbled as she looked back at herself she fixed her lavender suit jacket.

"Always an angel, never a god. Always an angel, never a god"

Jack pulled her in for a hug as she got down to the bus, his hand cradling the back of her head as he held her tightly, “I can’t believe this is real,” he mumbled as she pulled away with a proud smile.

The second her heels hit that red carpet she was immediately anxious, she spun the gold ring on her thumb as Quinn and her older brother each patted her on the shoulder and sought out to find their designated entrance as she went through the carpet and the media.

“This colour is beautiful,” the interviewer said as she took in the bold outfit. “The man who designed the suit was very adamant that it was my colour,” she mumbled as she unbuttoned the loose-fitting Jacket.

The interviewer grinned, “As most draftees do, are there any little things about this suit that make it personal?” The girl opened her blazer to showcase a listen of names written in a deep shade of violet on the inside of her suit lining, “these are all of the women in my life who have pushed and haven’t received the recognition that they deserve,” her fingers ran over the writing as she smiled.

“These are the women and the role models who have fought for me to be in this place today, and have given me this opportunity to make history,” she nodded and unveiled the other side. A tiny embroidered quote that said “give ‘em hell,” was sewn into the other side, little flowers decorating the message as the interviewer grinned.

“And this is an ode to the woman who went above and beyond, and fought for me to be in this position,” she smiled as the interviewer wished her luck and sent her on her way

"Always an angel, never a god. Always an angel, never a god"

“Hold my hand,” she whispered to her dad, the man pulling the cell phone out of her hand to get her off Twitter for a moment, “people hate me,” she frowned as she looked at her father who shook her head. “People are afraid of change, you are strong you have worked harder than any of the boys in this room,” he whispered as her eyes filled with tears, nodding slowly as she leaned her head against his shoulder, “you are so worthy of greatness, and it'll come when the time is right,” he finished as her attention turned to Gary Bettman who was beginning to walk across the stage.

The boos began, and so did the anxiety.

"Always an angel, never a god. Always an angel, never a god"

One by one her teammates were picked off, proud smiles on her face as they each stopped by her to thank her for everything.

She sent each one of them off with a hug and some choked-up words as they made their way to the stage to live out their dreams. And one by one her dream slowly crumbled, like a glass castle that had been shattered, as the Blues picked their final pick on the second day in the seventh round Y/n felt the emotion rip through her. But instead of cracking, she held her head high and walked out of the arena with the entirety of her family behind her.

The second she was away from the cameras and the fresh air hit her lungs she began to crack.

A sob ripped through her as she sat on the curb, her hands pulling at the roots of her hair, “I was supposed to- I was supposed to make a difference,” she cried as a hand ran over her back. “I'm sorry sweet girl,” Ellen's soft voice sounded as the tears kept coming.

“I worked so much harder than the boys, I trained my ass off, I sat through the sexist interviews, but none of it will ever be enough,” the cries grew louder and louder as she leaned against the woman. “I did everything I could, and I will never meet my dreams,” she said defeated as Ellen held her tightly.

“I know baby, it's unfair, you deserve it just as much as the boys” she whispered, tears staring in her own eyes as she watched the girl who had been a daughter to her shake with a look of distraught on her face.

The girl wiped the underneath of her eyes, her fist finally unclenching as she sniffled, “I will never be enough,” she whispered and looked up to see the photographer taking a photo from across the street too which she just shook her head and sighed.

★★

"I don't know why I am the way I am, there's something in the static, I think I've been having revelations. Comin' to, in the front seat, nearly empty skip the exit to our old street and go home"

The draft had come and gone, and the boys each headed off to the new destinations in their lives. She ended up in Minnesota, as a freshman on the women's hockey team. Division one college hockey had always been on her list of things she wanted to experience, and it was everything she imagined.

It was slow, life slowed right down when she stopped putting that pressure on herself to always be the very best. The girls were sweet, but they knew what she had gone through during the summer, some a little envious, some a little sorrowful to know the struggles that she'd endured in the pursuit of her possible professional career.

The boys called often, to tell her about the little things, shared what their lives now entitled, whether it be in the league, or in university, wanting their favourite girl to know that they were always thinking of her.

Jack was a constant call in her life, a rookie who now carried the burden of being one of the potential greats. "It's really not all as great as they paint it out to be," he mumbled tiredly. It kind of felt like a stab in the heart sometimes, for him to be so ignorant to the pressure she had been other previously and then tell her that maybe she was lucky she would never get to experience the so-called 'torture' he was experiencing.

"Jack, do you know how badly I would kill to be in your shoes right now, to be worthy enough to prove myself to an entire league," she scoffed as the tears started, "do you know how much I wanted that, do you know how much I pushed myself to make it to that draft and then to be turned away after all of that work?" "I know," he sighed. "I don't think you do, 'cause at the end of the day you're calling me to complain about an amazing opportunity," she huffed as she heard the sniffles on the other end, heart squeezing a bit knowing that she was being hard on him.

"I'm sorry, it's just you have such talent, you're just in a slump J," he hummed in agreeance on the other end, "and you're gonna do such amazing things, you just need to push through it." "Should I give 'em hell?" "You need to raise Hell J," she finished her pep talk as he whispered a quiet Thank you and then hung up.

★★

"Go home alone"

She remembers the phone call so clearly, sitting in her dorm in her junior year, moving in only a few days prior as she started to get ready for her classes.

the phone rang twice before she answered the call, and an unknown number appeared on the screen as she stared at the random digits. "Hello?" "Is this Y/n L/n?" "This her," she said with a clear voice, brows furrowed as she held the phone a little away from her face to see if maybe she now recognized the number.

"Great! This is Tom Fitzgerald, GM of the New Jersey Devils," her heart dropped, and she sat up quickly as she looked at her roommate with wide eyes, "we would like to invite you to Jersey for the weekend, Lindy Ruff would like to meet you and have a chat about some sort of deal!" "Of course, I'm free whenever," her hand covered her mouth in shock as she felt the slight tremor of her hands, "thank you for this opportunity Sir," the man hung up the phone as she stared at her screen with wide eyes.

A smile rested on her face as a notification popped up.

My turn to tell you to raise hell! 😈❤️

Jack's number appeared just above the message as she looked up to her roommate. "Holy shit"

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Kinda scared to post this 🫣

[wheelsgoroundincircles]

1970 Dodge Challenger

The legend returns: Unveiling the powerful 1970 Dodge Challenger ‘Black Ghost’ with its iconic HEMI V8 engine

Posted on March 4, 2024

Emerging from its mysterious past as a street drag racer piloted by a police officer, the 1970 Dodge Challenger “Black Ghost” has now claimed the title of the most coveted classic Mopar.

Honoring its legacy, Dodge has introduced a contemporary tribute based on the 2023 Challenger Hellcat Redeye Widebody. In addition to this homage, the enigmatic “Black Ghost” is gearing up for its moment in the spotlight at an upcoming auction.

Captivating audiences at Kissimmee 2023 in January, the “Black Ghost” was proudly displayed alongside its contemporary counterpart. For those eager to witness its numbers-matching 426-cubic-inch (7.0-liter) HEMI V8 come to life, YouTube’s “DtRockstar1” recently shared footage of the legendary vehicle making its grand appearance at a few classic car events.

Although the video doesn’t showcase drag racing or burnouts, the striking all-black 1970 Challenger, now road-worthy after years in storage, is a breathtaking sight. Remarkably, the car remains in near-original condition, save for a few upgrades like a rebuilt brake booster, new carbs, radiator, master cylinder, and tires.

But what truly sets the “Black Ghost” apart from other classic cars, and how did it earn its intriguing moniker?

The original owner, Godfrey Qualls, was a Detroit police officer by day and a secretive drag racer by night. Risking his career, he would make unexpected appearances at local gatherings, dominate quarter-mile races, and then mysteriously vanish.

While Godfrey’s Challenger wasn’t entirely stock during its racing heyday, he kept modifications minimal, opting for a muffler delete, an aftermarket coil, and slick rear tires on stock wheels.

The HEMI V8’s impressive 425-horsepower output was more than enough for him to claim countless victories before disappearing for good in 1975. By then, the “Black Ghost” had already secured its legendary status in Detroit.

The enigmatic Challenger driver’s true identity remained a secret for decades until Godfrey revealed his thrilling drag-racing tales to his son, Gregory. Inheriting the car when his father passed away, Gregory brought the “Black Ghost” to light in 2017, sharing the astounding story of officer Qualls and his legendary vehicle.

Beyond its captivating history, this Mopar is an exceptional rarity from the golden age of muscle cars. Of the nearly 77,000 Challengers sold in 1970, a mere 356 were equipped with the formidable 426-cubic-inch HEMI V8. Godfrey’s choice of a four-speed manual gearbox further refines the car’s status to one of just 136 produced.

But the exclusivity doesn’t end there. With the added SE package, it’s one of only 60 Challengers ordered with the bundle. Considering the color and other options, it’s possible that fewer than 10 such examples were ever made.

In summary, this Challenger is the epitome of rarity, boasting a captivating story worthy of a book. It stands as a highly collectible classic that could very well be more valuable than any other 1970 Challenger in existence.

[death-himself]

bored at work again so have some random-ass PJO/HOO headcanons

Percy has a service dog named Icarus, he named it that because it’s a black lab that got “burnt by the sun”

Leo was born without sweat glands, his body naturally regulates his body temperature so he has no need for them

he also has trouble telling temperature in general, he could sit in an 120 degree F room and not realize

Annabeth walks with a cane and ankle brace from her time in Tartarus, because walking on that broken ankle through that place would definitely cause some permanent damage

Nico has hypoglycemia and always carries candy or gatorade around just in case

Nico’s autistic, Leo’s autistic with ADHD

Frank is trans and the Blessing of Mars thing was Mars giving him free testosterone

Annabeth is non-binary and goes by all pronouns, they also watch a lot of videos of drag kings to learn how to draw on a beard

Annabeth and Percy watch Rupaul’s Drag Race

Leo is asexual gray-panromantic, also maybe genderqueer but still goes by he/him

Nico has a skeleton dog for a service dog because living animals are scared of him, her name is Ira based off this one fanfic I read

Nico also collects ghost cats, he just finds dead cats on the side of the road and just goes “new pet :D”

Leo has double below-knee amputations because of this one dream I had years ago, he makes his own prosthetics

He’s also the main prosthetist at camp, all he charges is the price of the materials and food from his restaurant of choice

[eldritcmor]

Hey look! It's incorrect quotes time

Storm: Graves had an unfortunate come to Jesus meeting

Graves: you pushed me down the stairs

Storm: you didn't get to meet Jesus

--

Someone: *uses Storm's full name*

Storm: *running and hiding cause oh shit*

Price: wait your telling me that's all I had to do.

--

Soap: I feel unsafe.

Storm: *hands soap a knife*

Gaz: well now I feel unsafe

Storm: *hands Gaz a knife*

Price: *just opens his mouth to speak*

Storm: *hands him a knife* can't feel unsafe with a knife in hand.

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Ghost: *watching storm book it away from the los vaqueros base with like half the base chasing them* what did they do?

Gaz: something stupid

Storm: *after replacing all hot sauce with ghost pepper sauce* shit shit shit

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Ghost: Have you guys seen Storm?

Gaz, Price, Soap: nope

Ghost: okay then *walks away*

Storm 5 minutes later: *drops from the ceiling only to get full on body slammed by ghost*

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Storm: *driving down the highway and sees a cop. Starts speeding up*

Price: kid! What are you doing, kid?!

Storm: having a little fun *is racing a cop*

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Storm: *Dancing around the kitchen, shirtless, with the broom. Like it's a rave while music blasts from their phone*

Price: *walking in to get a midnight coffee* kid, what the fuck?

Storm: *who hasn't stopped dancing* what? It's this or be alone with my thoughts while the bread bakes.

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Ghost: *after witnessing storm have a panic attack* do you...want a hug?

Storm: you and I both know that will be uncomfortable as hell. I would like a fight.

Price: *walks in on them beating the crap out of each other.*

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Graves: now we play the most dangerous game!

Storm: cattle prod tag!

Graves: the fuck is that.

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Storm: *part of a drag show as a drag king at a club*

König: *recognizing them and taking vid*

Storm: *definitely trying to swipe his phone* delete it delete it

König: *has already sent the video to soap*

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Storm: I wanna fight, do you wanna fight?

Ghost: I wouldn't mind one.

Storm: good. 2am the Denny's parking lot. Don't tell dad.

Ghost: you mean price.

Storm: yeah, dad.

-- Gaz: my name is nuuugget and I'm a big fat chiiiicken. Dammit. Soap: *trying not to laugh* Storm got you singing it -- Laswell: *Uses storm's full legal name to reprimand them* Storm: *immediately* yes ma'am, no ma'am, no it wont happen again ma'am. Price: Holy shit, the kid can be respectful. -- Storm: *Staring down another eldritch kid from their home town* The eldritch: Field Storm: Trees *Both nod and simply move on* soap: *fully expecting a fight* what? -- Storm: *picking up a screwdriver and throwing it so hard it sticks out from the doorframe out of anger* Ghost: but can you do it with a knife? Soap: Please don't encourage them -- Alejandro: *watching storm haul a full rack of cow ribs towards the base's kitchen* Should I be concerned? Price: *glancing up from the paperwork for the next op* Oh, not at all. Storm is benched due to some shenanigans. Your men will eat like kings. Alejandro: why? Price: because and I quote. "If I cant stab you in the ribs, I can still make a rack of ribs to stab" They stress cook. It's great.

[blorbocedes]

It's probably time to admit Nico's monaco based youtuber days are over 🥲

in 2023 he only posted 1 video, 8 months ago. In 2022, when he got his rimac his videos popped off among car enthusiasts with over a million views (he was the very first! that's where the monaco based youtuber headline came from lol) and he promised a bunch of stuff he was gonna film with it, like drag racing and 0-1s accelerations but he never did. nicotube was always a passion project, he never did ads or sponsors. in 2017/2018 he was using it to find his post f1 career footing, those videos were more car porn, driving around in fancy sportscars, vlogs of boats or even f1 race vlogs and recaps, starting his own karting team (which kimi antonelli raced in!), and finally dipping his toes into sustainability with greentech festival. he started doing one hour podcast sessions with f1 and then other notable figures, which really popped off during covid. also doing f1 simulator races of every track and talking about the best ways/corners to drive and optimise the track. even tracks he never drove, like he did the sim for Miami in 2022, but not vegas. f1 is ofc his childhood love, he talks about the sport and his career fondly but even that with his sky commentary duties he only attends like 5 races, and no more race vlogs or his driver rankings of the season.

these days, his most used social media is linkedin actually. he's big on tech, startups, and specifically sustainability. esp with Rosberg Philanthropies where he's funding scholarships to phd grads in Oxford who research in sustainability and environmentally friendly tech. so making videos of ferrari car porn doesn't really align with the brand unless it's to promote electric cars.

does that mean his YouTube channel is over? no. I wouldn't be surprised if he drops another video whenever he feels like it, but the olden days of a bunch of sleekly produced videos every other week are long gone. he's moved past it and gotten into other projects he cares about and knowing the rosbergs I wouldn't be surprised if he slowly transitions into more projects where he's not the public facing front of it anymore.

I loved nicotube. i probably wouldn't be as big of a fan if I hadn't discovered it because it allowed a glimpse into nico outside of f1 driver, outside of sky sports narrative, just nico rosberg the person who is genuine in his enthusiasm of explaining how car wings work, who is cringe and funny and endearing and embarrassing. there's some absolute gems there. I'm sad there won't be more but hey, people change and people grow. 🥹 nico especially f1 fandom at large likes to box into unchanging, fixed category, like he was f1 driver til 2016, then monaco youtuber from 2017-♾️, but that's not exactly true and I'm acknowledging one of the changes.

[greenscreen-dress]

Hhheeeeheheh I love these skins so much I CANNOT wait to see them in-video... But until then here's my ranking of them, long rambly full thoughts below.

Also here's the tierlist!

Ultimate Slayage: no discussion these 2 are the best. Every single one of Sausage's skins are a smash hit & this one is no exception, it's just so well done. The eye make-up the little tied shirt thing the HUGE extravagant sunflower, contrasted by those big clomping boots... The GENDER of it all aough I love him.

& Pix of course. Pix my guy just STUNNING. Idk about the other skins but this one is very likely made by Pix himself (bc of a thing he tweeted) & that makes it all the more impressive bc it's just?? So good??? The floor-length the off-the-shoulder sleeves leading into long gloves(?), the corset-y bits with golden buttons or lacing up the front, the BRIGHT BLUE bodice bits which (based off the colour) are definitely Ancient Capitollian Dodo feathers or inspired by them at least... It's just a masterpiece. The only comment I might have is maybe make sure you match your foundation right, Pix... But I've also decided he's in a full white lace/mesh bodysuit under the dress so. ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

Surprised &/or Delighted: honestly this category fits all of them purely bc I don't think anyone expected these ^^. Oli & Jimmy are in here specifically because, while they're not my ultimate brain-frothing faves, these dresses are extremely good adaptations/elevations of their regular skins— Oli's especially looks so natural on him bc it's in exactly the same glitzy faux-medieval style as his bard outfit. The purple is a staple colour with him, fits the royalty theme, & somehow looks both elegant and like a Halloween costume with its bright shade & tinsel-like gold trims. It's silly and fantastic and VERY Oli Orionsound. Cannot wait for him to play the fainting damsel-in-distress at every occasion <3

Jimmy's is plainer but just as faithful to his sheriff skin: off-the-shoulder sleeves appear to be a theme with these skins and they look amazing on everyone, Katherine is so epic if this was her Royal doing. Jimmy looks AMAZING in a long jean(?) skirt & the slit just elevates it even more... I am beginning to notice I have a Thing for long skirts and big boots ^^;. This is going to look stunning with the hat, and just plain adorable at Jimmy's current height.

Fits the brief: ok so these skins are fantastic and I LOVE the colour on both of them, but there's not as much tying them to their Empires... fWhip's goblin skin is so intricate with that embroidered waistcoat & bright primary colours so it's a shame to lose that, though the plain red looks very elegant on him & the shape of the dress stands out from the other skins in a very fun way. It's definitely between the 2 categories and I will likely be swayed by the first bit of fanart I come across for it, but for now: yeah.

Joey's is the opposite case, where it fits the brief and the simplicity of it not only looks good but makes some sense (semi-broke pirate usually wearing tattered sailor's garb). I just wish it had gone a bit further to match Joey's big personality. The slit and shape is lovely (as is the neckliiii— wait where does that neckline end? /pos), but what about some more gold, or prismarine accents? Fishnet gloves, or stockings striped like his shirt? It just feels like it could go much further, & maybe fanart will push it there for me. Also I'm removing points for no dress + epic pirate boots /j

Expected more: oh this skin... Yeah I'm not blown away by it. The colours that are present are very nice but there just aren't enough of them, and the shape... The cutaways at the hip are very nice, but Girl. That is a tank top. & for some reason the skirt refuses to register as one in my brain despite the pretty gradient. With the vibes of Chromia I'm picturing Scott in something shorter and frillier, high-heeled boots, feathered hat and cape— real Barbie and the 3 Musketeers kind of vibe basically. I need to draw that. Definitely more colours though, that's the first step. Bi-coloured bodice, tie-dye skirt with petticoats, a flower crown, something!! Maybe there's custom items involved to accessorise, maybe this is a temporary self-made dress while waiting on a commission, idk but I'm going to need to see some out-of-this world fanart to salvage this skin as it is. :/ Sorry Scott, sashay away.

And finally...

Joel: Joel. Joel Smallish "Massive" Beans that is a recycled MCC skin I am SURE of it. Joel this is so lazy and stupid and perfectly on-brand I love it I hate it this is peak Wish/Aliexpress cosplay. Keep it up you bastard (I still want to see / draw him in proper femme greek garb. But alas).

ANYWAY.

Big long ramble, thankye for reading this whole thing & feel free to make your own lists / yell at me for interpreting these pixels wrong. No matter my minor gripes the fact we have these looks at all and go insane over them is so so SO fun ^^

[sophie-looks-at-stuff]

Some random modern HotD headcanons :)

Hey y’all! So I kept thinking of some funny, and very specific headcanons for the HotD characters, so I decided to just make it a whole post. This will actually be my first “legit” post on here, lol! Anyways, this will include some headcanons about Aemond, Aegon II, Luke, Jace, Daemon, Rhaenyra, Helaena, etc. But hope y’all enjoy lol! :)

Ok, I am convinced that Aemond has a secret stash of tea hidden somewhere. He's even put them all in a very nice ornate, antique box. It's his guilty pleasure. He probably would have some Earl Gray, English Breakfast, maybe even some lavender mint for the evenings. He'd keep it secret because all the teas he's gotten are way too expensive, and special.

Luke is an avid Minecraft gamer. Like he's basically built Dragonstone, and the Red Keep in his server. He'll play sometimes with Jace, or maybe even Aegon. But he doesn't let them into that world. Aegon would probably blow it all up with TnT.

Speaking of gaming, I think some people are on the same page that Aegon would be some kind of gamer. He'd be up to date on all the new systems and gadgets. He'd be one of the firsts to have the PS5 when it came out. He probably plays a lot of Call of Duty. Maybe even some Valorant when he doesn't wanna fire up the PS. He'd definitely be cursing and yelling at the game, to the point where Alicent threatens to take it away.

While Rhaenyra watches her shows, House Wives, Rupaul's Drag Race, etc. Daemon pretends to be not interested, but really he's super invested. He'd be leaning against the couch, or the wall totally sucked in. And when Rhaenyra tells him to just sit down and watch with her, he's all like, "no no I don't even like this show". But then he'd say things like, "Well maybe if her gown was better made she wouldn't have been eliminated last episode".

Aegon gives me frat boy energy. And I know I'm not the first to say that lol. You already know he's planning all the parties, and picking the themes. I like to think he'd be very invested into picking the themes. They would be things like, dragon night, wear your fave dragon scale colors. Or something like, Dragonstone beach night, wear your swim suits and flip flops.

Alicent likes to knit. Or maybe crochet? It's her stress reliever activity after dealing with Aegon, and the rest of the boys. Helaena is always giving her new patterns or designs to try.

I think Alicent also likes to take the occasional Buzzfeed quiz. "If you were a cake flavor, here's what you'd be based on your star sign".

Helaena runs a very successful tik tok account. She'd post her outfits, and maybe some art or cool bugs she's found.

Aegon listens to a lot of Megan Thee Stallion and Kim Petras. He's blasting Kim Petras' Treat me like a Slut at least 5 times a day. He gets ready to it in the morning.

Aemond will get down to some Amy Winehouse.

Jace works at the local animal shelter as his summer job. He only got the job cause Rhaenyra said he needed to get out of the house. Plus Helaena also works there, so she helped him get hired.

Aemond would be a great bartender. Not with like actually interacting with customers, but he can make some great drinks. Like he's over here coming up with all these crazy cocktails. Although, like his tea obsession he keeps this on the low. He doesn't want Aegon asking him to make drinks all the time. Gods forbid he asks Aemond to bartend at one of the frat parties.

Helaena was a Monster High girl growing up.

Aemond has a motorcycle. It was his one rebellious purchase. Alicent hates it.

Luke can kick Aegon's ass in any game, video or otherwise. You name it, Call of Duty, UNO, Valorent, Go fish...

Rhaenyra has a bit of a sweet tooth, but she has to hide her candy stash, cause the boys will steal it in a heartbeat. Who would have thought Daemon would love lemon drops so much.

I really could go on forever, these are just too fun to write. But I'll leave it here for now lol.

[usermarquez]

Saw a video of Marc post Sepang 2015 press conference and he literally looks like he’s about to break into tears and have a panic attack, like Valentino Rossi I’m in your walls for what you put him through bullying a 22 year old at your big old age if 36 just cause you weren’t getting your way and Marc never got that reputation that he lost back like Marc probably couldn’t have filed for defamation and won with the way he was dragged because of valentinos delusions. And know he’s passed it on to his academy kids. Marc still talks about the effects of that to this day, like we will never now just how bad it got like people still regularly say they hope he dies even straight to his face, like I know people joke about it in a fantasy rosquez senario but irl what he did to Marc and what his fans did to Marc is disgusting and somehow he’s praised for it. He also told the media what they were saying to ianonii was wrong and in the same breath turned around and did it to Marc like I heard that he even accused Dani of riding him hard and that he expected people to get out of his way because he was in the lead of a championship like if you can’t do hard racing maybe you don’t deserve the title you say got stolen from you. I’m kinda glad Rossis last years of MotoGP was kinda his worst nightmare Marc Marquez dominating and doing it on a bike that wasn’t the best in the field something Rossi never did cause even if the 2004 Yamaha wasn’t the best bike he rode it was one of the best of that year and let’s face it his crop of actual rivals that’s could challenge him was basically non-existent whereas Marc won 2019 which was the most competitive season ever based on statistics and won it with 18 podium including 12 wins.

ALL OF THIS !!! ALL OF THIS !!!! As I said, I treat Rosquez and Post 2015 Vale as concepts in my head because otherwise if I think of Vale as a real person I might be tempted to deck him if I ever have the chance.

I think what Vale and Uccio had done at the time was completely disgusting, and no amount of RPF-fication of either of them can’t undo or change those facts.

“Oh, he’s just in his silly little mood.” Oh, fuck off, maybe focus on beating your teammate instead. And for people who came at Marc and like “You should’ve been a bigger person.” Well, fuck you. How mature could a twenty-two years old person be after hearing himself booed for something he didn’t even know. I know I would be plotting for the one responsible for it.

Also, what do you mean Vale could pull Dani aside, accused him from riding him too hard AWAY from the cameras, but Marc couldn’t get the same courtesy and instead dropping it in the middle of a press conference watched by millions of viewers. Disgusting. Completely unnecessary.

And the whole telling people off reeks of hypocrisy because when asked if he would tell fans to stop after his fans booed Marc and Jorge in Qatar 2016, all he could say was that was beyond his control. Which I know that in the end fans do as fans like, but the fact he could do that for Iannone but not Marc and Jorge was just disgusting to me I can’t find any other words than everything Vale did then as disgusting and vile.

Also, people romanticize that he passed the Marc hate to the Academy riders is so weird to me. The implication that Marc is sharing a track with people who personally hate him makes me feel so uncomfortable, I don’t want to go down that road. But, whatever.

Anyway, I don’t care if people stan Vale and Marc but I do have problems when people treat everything that happened to Marc like it was a fiction. This is something Marc has GONE THROUGH in real life. This is a real person who suffered the backlash because someone couldn’t keep his ego in check, because he couldn’t handle the realization that he couldn’t overtake IANNONE while Jorge and Marc were having the duel of their lives.

Rosquez reconciliation only works for me if Vale goes on his knees in front of international broadcast, grovels and begs Marc to forgive him, and posts the clip on all his social medias. Otherwise, Marc shouldn’t even look at that man for longer than one second.

Anyway, wow this suddenly looks like it’s turning into an anti Rosquez rambles which sounds I hate them but I actually don’t (?) I just think that sometimes Rosquez posts romanticising Sepang and 2015 and the fallout a lot and as someone who lived through it AND DID NOT enjoy it, it’s just so disconcerting. Hearing someone saying “Wow, the narrative is compelling.” knowing that that was the most unpleasant time, and did nothing except ruining a lot of people’s enjoyment of the sport…….. I didn’t even dare say I like Marc because someone would wish him dead and called me stupid.

[xuqijie]

dear karina — naive hwang hyunjin

when people hear the name, park y/n, all they ever think about is your dating scandals with men. what if, all this time, you were in love with a woman?

a/n: finally fixed the drafts!! hope everyone is doing well 🫶

you watch as the two emcees step up onto stage. the commercial break’s over and they’re about to announce the grand prize. you feel a hand squeeze yours. the grip is tight with worry and you glance over, smiling softly at the furrowed brows plastered on your co-star’s face.

“and tonight’s daesang goes to,” lee dohyun opens the envelope, “kim sejeong for spring day.” the applause is deafening as the idol-actress stands up, a look of shock passing her face rather quickly before her eyes crinkle into a smile. as she passes your aisle, you mouth out, ‘congrats.’ it fills you with pride that your previous co-star had managed to snag the grand prize of the year.

her outfit is wonderful tonight. a rose gold based dress with jewels that lined the edges, and if anyone deserved the daesang, it would be kim sejeong. she looks exceptionally pretty with the glow on her face, yet you wonder if your current co-star would look the same.

you mutter out, “you’ll win it next year, won’t you,” before standing up to clap for your friend.

“yeah,” yu jimin says absentmindedly.

a laugh leaves your lips.

“i can still win the top excellence award, right?”

you decide to humour her.

“of course, dear.”

“and you’ll cheer even harder for me, right?” there’s a fire in jimin’s eyes and you giggle softly, intertwining your fingers with hers again and bringing them up into a fighting pose.

“yes, karina.”

jimin nods firmly and sejeong gives her speech. even though it isn’t your girlfriend standing on stage right now, and even though your supposedly drama of the decade only wins one award that night(best supporting actor by kang daniel), you can’t help but feel the happiest you’ve ever been.

maybe it’s the fact that you’re standing in an auditorium with hundreds of your idols. maybe it’s because you finally feel like you belong there. but it’s probably because of the hand that’s in yours and the warmth that it provides.

it’s an indescribable feeling, your heart is racing a mile, and your head is about to explode. your hands are shaking, trembling as the music bank trophy gets passed to you.

“oh my god,” you whisper, eyes gleaming. your band members sniffle through their tears while you examine the trophy. the melody of your debut song starts playing and through their tears, your members sing. it’s a rendition filled with voice cracks, giggles and tears but you enjoy every second of it.

as the idols leave the stage, you spot some of those that you’ve trained with before. 

“y/nnie, good job,” ryujin sends you a thumbs up and you grin back, waving to the rest of the itzy members that do the same.

aespa trails behind itzy and you stutter for a second. their visuals were jaw-dropping and you definitely understand now why netizens said they were basically ai. your awed state changes when one of the members makes eye contact with you. you send a smile.

she frowns and whispers to ryujin before shooting you a withering look.

“what the hell…” you mumble out, your previously happy persona disappearing. your members seem to notice and they drag you to the centre of the stage, away from the crowd of idols.

“c’mon y/n!” jisoo, one of your members, squeals in excitement, “we got our first win today!” you smile softly but all you can focus on is the glare that yu jimin had.

k-pop rookies are getting braver: a thread.

your name trends on twitter the next day, along with karina’s. it would be another celebratory day if not for the fact you were in hot water because of what had happened during the music show.

someone had tweeted out a video of your interaction with the aespa member and in short terms, people were not happy with the way your smile fell.

why is it my fault though? you think as your manager gives you a lecture on how facial expressions could ruin your career. your members sit behind you, worried glances thrown across the room before your manager finally says.

“they want to cover this up,” his tone is solemn, “with a bigger scandal. one that people might support.”

“so what is it?” 

a pause, then, “a dating scandal, with hwang hyunjin.”

“fuck,” mia blurts out.

you agree with your main vocal. fuck.

as your manager gives more details, you stare into space. a dating scandal with hyunjin? his fans would kill you! what on earth were they thinking? and your friendship with his members would be weird, you couldn’t lose your honorary aussie membership!

“the news will get released on friday. you two will go out and get photographed by dispatch before jyp and starship releases a statement, okay? the most fans will do is, well, send death threats. but it’ll be okay. this is better than having to deal with that aespa fiasco,” he reassures you before leaving the room and you glance at your members.

“sorry for uh, getting you guys into this.”

“no, we’re a team. we’ll be here whenever you need us. at least we’re getting some news coverage,” hyerim shrugs. 

“all thanks to me,” you say dryly. 

“all thanks to you,” jisoo repeats.

you meet hyunjin in some tteokbokki stall late at night. he’s dressed in a simple jacket and jeans, he still looks handsome but you would never say that out loud in fear of his fans.

“hello hyunjin,” you greet, “i’m y/n.”

hyunjin doesn’t have a boyish charm and he reminds you of the hallway crush girls had in high school. his gaze is familiar, reminding you of yeji’s. 

“sorry we met so late, i had a schedule.”

“no it’s fine.”

you exchange awkward looks before laughing. “this is really weird, we never talked when i was still at jyp.”

hyunjin eases back into his seat, somewhat more relaxed than before and he shakes his head.

“yeah, i remember seeing you talking to felix, you looked a little intimidating back then,” hyunjin says.

“intimidating?” you raise an eyebrow.

hyunjin pops a rice cake into his mouth, “yeah. i wanted to talk to you since we’re the same age and…” he looks a little embarrassed now and you grin.

“…i don’t have a lot of friends,” he finishes shyly. 

you burst into laughter.

“i’ll invite you into the 00’ liner group chat.”

“that would be greatly appreciated.”

 all your worries of this fake relationship ruining your friendship with other idols disappear. 

“this wasn’t as bad as i thought it would be,” hyunjin says as you exit the shop. it’s almost midnight and you barely even remember the reason for your meetup.

“this was nice,” you agree, “you’re nice to talk to.”

hyunjin chuckles and rubs the back of his neck, “yeah?” 

“mhm. i wouldn’t mind doing more of this.”

“i don’t mind either,” he smiles and you think, huh, maybe this could be good.

@dispatch_korea hwang hyunjin and park y/n are dating — both companies give their statements

the two are meeting with good feelings, please continue supporting hyunjin and y/n. — jype

fans react like you assumed they would. outrage, distaste, some tweet at you, saying that they wish you the best. 

“wow, they really went crazy on you,” mia gasps, scrolling through the different social media platforms. you groan. your manager had restricted you from going online or outside for these couple of days until the news dies down again.

“yeah, definitely stay off social media right now,” hyerim instructs. you nod.

your phone beeps and you glance over. a text from hyunjin. before you can reach it, jisoo leans over and smirks, pulling your phone out of your grasp to exclaim, “how’re you feeling? everything okay? damn, is this fake or real? how did he even get your number?”

you roll your eyes.

“he’s just worried. we were both at jyp, so chan probably gave him my number.”

your group mates send you a look. a look that says, ‘are you being for real?’

you meet up with hyunjin a few more times and it’s actually going good. he seems happy when he’s with you and your chemistry is great. you’ve been texting him for a few weeks now and his comeback is coming soon.

“give me a spoiler,” you whine. hyunjin smiles at you.

“no way, jyp’s gonna kill me.”

“he wouldn’t kill a former trainee, that’s like family violence,” you joke.

hyunjin pauses and stares at you. “so is this incest?”

you gape widely at him, “what?!” he laughs so hard that he nearly falls off his chair and you can’t help but join in too. you catch a glance of the phone on the table and a message lights up the lock screen.

the silhouette’s familiar, the side profile looks so distinctive that you widen your eyes and gulp.

“oh,” hyunjin follows your eyes and smiles, “that’s a portrait i painted, pretty good right?”

“yeah.”

hyunjin grins. 

“i had a great muse.”

you nod, the more you stare at his lock screen, the more it reminds you of karina. and it’s ironic, that she’s the whole reason you’re in this situation in the first place. 

after a few minutes of silence, hyunjin gazes at you with worry.

“are you okay?”

you frown.

“i… i have to go.”

“ah.”

@dispatch_korea rookie couple hwang hyunjin and park y/n have reportedly broken up 

the two have split up due to schedule differences, reported by an insider close to both parties. netizens share their differing opinions online. some wonder if the relationship had started before former jyp trainee y/n left the company. some speculate if it was a public stunt. 

however, we hope that the two are doing well and wish for the best in their future endeavors.

TAGLIST ! @hyukasverse @elyds @yoontoonwhs @txtbrainrot @cfvgbhndun-new-blog @awkwardtoafault @myothegreat @jisooftme @j-wyoung @angelwonie @adajoemaya @nasyu-kookies

[cars-cause-why-not]

Human AU headcannon: Doc and Strip were asked to lead the parade lap at a race in their iconic cars (Doc's #51 Hudson Hornet and Strip's #43 Plymouth Superbird). Of course, they say yes and the racing world goes crazy over this.

As the pace car and drivers make their way around the track, Doc starts to get a bit nostalgic. This is technically the first time he’s driven on an actual race track since he left the racing world and even though it’s changed since then, it’s still mostly the same. So Doc decides to relive the good old days and he radios over to Strip and their conversation goes like this:

Doc: Hey Strip, starting feel nostalgic?

Strip: Yeah, a little bit

Doc: What do you say we have a little fun and drag this out for a couple of laps? Kids won’t mind.

Strip: I say that’s fabulous idea. Plus, what’re they gonna do, black flag us?

So as they pass the entrance to pit lane, they don’t get off and they continue to drive around the track. Of course everyone’s confused at first, wondering what’s going on. The parade goes around for another lap and once again, Doc and Strip don’t get off the track. At this point, everyone realizes that they’re doing this on purpose.

Of course no one tells them to get off cause you don’t tell the King and the Fabulous Hudson Hornet to get off the track. And of course, Doc and Strip are having the time of their lives and the crowd is enjoying it as well and even cheers them on.

Although a couple of drivers yell at Lightning and Cal over the radio and tell them to tell their crew chiefs to get off the track. Lightning and Cal of course say no cause 1.) they can’t communicate with them and 2.) they’re the King and the Fabulous Hudson Hornet

So as they come around the finish line again, the Piston Cup officials give both veteran drivers the black flag and at that point, Doc and Strip decide that they’ve had their fun and the next time they come to pit lane, they get off the track and the race begins with the two veterans back in their crew chief positions.

Fun fact: This is based off of a real event. Richard Petty (Strip’s VA) did the exact same thing at a race at Darlington back in 2017. He was asked to lead the parade lap in his iconic #43 and I guess he got a little nostalgic and decided to have some fun and stayed out on the track for a couple of laps. He did get off after the NASCAR officials black flagged him. Honestly, if he could, he probably would've raced with them.

Here’s the video:

[respectthepetty]

What are some of your favorite novelas, Petty? I grew up loving them too and personally I will ALWAYSSS show up for anything Fernando Colunga is in!

Anon, I'm not giving you some of my favorites. No. I'm giving you my favorite - If you know this bitch (affectionate and derogatory), you KNOW where this is going!

For all the BL people, this is why @italianpersonwithashippersheart, @lukaherehelp, and I are having no qualms about Twins or Playboyy.

Telenovelas, soap operas, y lakorns have trained us well for these shenanigans and hijinks.

Why y'all can't remember twenty-two people's names is beyond me, but I had them down the first episode.

Why y'all don't like the tonal whiplash is odd to me because for me, ten minutes on one couple is TOO MUCH TIME. Six minutes, TOP, and move on to the next one.

Someone getting stabbed in one scene then the next scene being someone celebrating at a birthday party is the way I like my shows, and don't let that person be getting stabbed AT that birthday party because that is my bread and butter.

Oh, and TWINS!

My favorite show includes all of these fine points, and it's the 1998 Mexican telenovela called

La usurpadora

Somewhere in fictional hell, Soraya Montenegro from María la del Barrio is pissed as fuck.

The plot: Paola is a rich bitch and wants to leave her husband for her evil lover but can't figure out how.

¡Sorpresa, cabrona! She meets a worker who looks just like her while on vacation or some shit.

Paulina is the other woman and she is too poor to contour. Therefore, rich bitch Paola convinces kind and caring Paulina to be her stand-in. Paola tells Paulina she will live the best life and be rich, while Paola can be free. It's a win-win.

¡MENTIRAS!

Paulina refuses! So Paola blackmails her into doing it, and with her mother dead, her fiance gone, and no job (since she was fired as part of Paola's blackmailing scheme), Paulina is forced to take the offer. This is like episode 2 out of 102.

In the next 100 episodes, we get forty-five other characters who are all important to the plot, amnesia, cheating, murder attempts, Paola pretending to be paralyzed, Paulina GOES TO PRISON, someone discovers they are actually twins (no duh!), and a crap ton of more drama.

Oh, and the car crash!

But God got Paulina, so she good. Even in the sequel when she had cancer, pero no, she was just pregnant.

The show is based on a 1971 Venezuelan telenovela that was adapted from the book La Intrusa, and has since had several remakes. One was in 2019, which made Paulina Colombian (or was she always Colombian?), and A MUSICAL THIS YEAR!

It holds a 96% rating on Rotten Tomatoes because the people know this was a 🎁🎁🎁 from God, and it is not up for debate because it featured men dancing around singing Celia Cruz's "La vida es un carnaval" y Selena's "Bidi Bidi Bom Bom." This movie is the moment.

The lead is Cuban actress Isabella Castillo Díaz who played in America and México's co-produced telenovela ¿Quién es quién?, which is basically the boy version of La usurpadora because of the twins plot. Do you see the theme?

But back to the musical, which also features Drag Race superstar, Valentina. If you know this bitch (affectionate and derogatory), you KNOW!

The 1998 version and musical both embrace the camp of it all. The music in the original 1998 version was peak telenovela, and even if you don't speak Spanish, readers, just watch the first minute of this video. I promise you it will be worth it, and it will give you three perfect examples of the *vibes* I'm always rambling about.

So, yeah, Anon, I hope this explains a lot of about my taste in BLs. I'm here for a show, not the show. Soraya understands.

[sneakersnacks]

Come Back Safe to Me

Authors Note: Hi everyone this is August, Ayo Part 2! Once I learn how to just put this link in part 1 I will definitely do so, please enjoy <3

Part 1: https://www.tumblr.com/sneakersnacks/729117150526291968/come-back-safe-to-me?source=share

Its in the early morning when I finished this, so I apologize if there are any errors. I really hope you enjoy this. There will be more to come <3 have a wonderful night everyone

*Ghost POV*

"Lieutenant Crow has been shot! Get us out of here now!" Sargent Alea calls over the radio, just as Ghost walks into the room. Price and Soap were on a call with Laswell when they got the comm.

"What did she just say?" Ghost says his voice dark.

Soap turns around in his chair, Laswell is heard over the telephone talking to Alea, "Alea evac is on the way. what happened to Crow?" Soap could see the slight panic in Ghosts eyes, he got up out of his chair and walked over to him putting a hand on his shoulder, Ghost quickly brushed him off and moved to the monitor.

"Laswell I know for a fact they have body cams on, give us a view of em'." Ghost commands.

Laswell looks at him through the screen, he could tell she was already watching it all unfold, her face was pale. "Lieutenant Riley I dont think that is a good idea." she says in response.

"Ghost, I'm sure she is fine, she always handles things. Calm down a bit." Price says to him.

Ghost in return slams his fists on the table, "Either you put up the video feed on right now or I'll do it myself." he states. every word oozing from him like venom.

Laswell does a couple of things on her end and the live feed from Alea's body cam comes up onto the monitor. She is currently running to the heli behind Pol and Gate. Ghost sees them practically dragging Crow on the heli. 'Why isn't she moving?' the panic seeps through his thoughts. Alea finally enters and turns towards Pol who is lowering Crow onto the floor. Alea walks up to Crow already performing standard medical attention.

"Crow has two GSW's one on the left lower abdomen and left shoulder, both are clean all the way through." They hear come from Alea.

You see her cut Crows shirt so she can have better access to everything and dress the wounds as much as she can. The shirt that was discarded looked like she got dunked into a lake, completely wet and darker in color because of the blood. From the camera you see Crow look up at Alea, she pulls on her arm and says something. It isn't being picked up from the mic and it kills Ghost that he cant hear your voice. He wants to climb through the screen and hold you. He knew you shouldn't have gone on this mission by yourself, he had that gut feeling about it and he couldn't have done anything to prevent from you going. Ghost sees you take a deep breath and close your eyes, he couldn't tell if youre just passed out or if that was it.

Laswell starts to panic now, Ghost can sense then tension from Price and Soap, feeling both of their eyes on him waiting to see what he is going to or how he is going to react.

"Alea! Give me a report on Crow now!" Laswell shouts. It takes a minute for her to respond.

"Shes stable, she lost a lot of blood, I am doing the best I can to keep her here with us." she responds and everyone visibly relaxes, except Ghost. Ghost slams his palm against the table knocking over coffee cups and other various items and storms out of the room.

Ghost stood by the heli pad for about three hours, just waiting for them to come back to base, he was pacing back and fourth his thoughts racing. Soap approached him and put a hand on his shoulder, trying to comfort him. Ghost knew what he was doing and he allowed him to do it.

"She will be alright." Soap said softly.

"I told Price not to let her lead this mission on her own. I had that feeling in my gut Johnny and I just let her go on her own." Ghost said, guilt racked his voice.

"Simon this isn't your fault, no one would have been able to know that this was going to way to went. You heard Alea, shes stable, she will be okay." Soap gave him a reassuring smile.

A few more minutes went by and Ghost could hear the heli approaching, he called for a med team to standby. The heli touched the ground and Ghost didn't waste a second and started to board the aircraft. Alea was still by Crow, he dipped down and picked up Crow very delicately. Your skin was very pale and the bandages that Alea wrapped around you were already starting to bleed through. The medic team followed him ad he placed her down on the stretcher. She still wasn't moving and he took a step back letting the medics do what they needed to do. They wheeled her off into one of the close by buildings.

'She promised she would be alright.'

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Crow POV~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You hurt all over and it was way too bright, the last thing you remembered was being in the helicopter with Alea, telling her your last words pretty much. You groan out in pain and slowly open your eyes, the sound of a heart monitor reached your ears.

'Crow beats death once again' you think to yourself. You open your eyes and look around, you are back at base. You've seen the inside of this med bay a little bit more than you would've liked. You looked around to the door and saw a figure with its back turn to the window, they were talking to one of the doctors. It looked like the doctor was doing most of the talking and the figure gave a slight head nod occasionally.

You sat yourself up, the doctor looks past the person and sees you getting up, they push past them and open the door. "Lieutenant Crow please stay in bed, you aren't healed enough yet." the doctor tries to gently push you back down but you wave your hand in protest.

"I have been laying down for quite enough time." you groan as you force your body to move.

"Crow lay back down." Your head snaps up and you see Ghost standing there. He moves the doctor out of the way and touches your shoulder and leans you back onto the pillow. You dont fight it.

"Right, well, Lieutenant Crow you should consider yourself lucky. You lost a lot of blood, we lost you for a bit there but you have always been a fighter and wont go down without a good tussle with death. You should recover well, give it a few weeks though. No over exerting yourself, just bed rest." the doctor states, looking down at his clipboard when he is giving you all of this information.

"When can I be in my own bed Doc?" You ask, already tired of being in this type of environment.

"If your vitals stay stable and things stay consistent you can leave by tonight." he answers, he gives a polite nod as a goodbye and leaves the room.

It hits you now that Ghost and you are by yourselves, hes standing next to your bed a few feet away from you. You look up at him and you want to say something but nothing comes out.

"You promised me you would come back fine." he voice was gruff.

"I am here fine," you say "I am here alive"

"You fucking died on me for a few minutes Crow! That is not fine!" He starts to raise his voice, hes almost shaking now. You dont respond right away, not knowing what to say.

"Id rather it be me than it be one of my teammates, I took that bullet for Pol because I wouldn't let one of my men die on my watch. Out of everyone here, you should know what my mindset was when that was happening. You would've done the same." Your tone was a little bit more harsh than you wanted but it got the point across to him. You could see it in his eyes that he was in his own turmoil right now. He knows he would've done the same thing, he was only mad because it was you. He cant lose you.

He moved closer to you and kneeled on the floor so he could look you in the eyes, his elbows leaning on the bed, "Crow, the amount of fear I felt when I saw you on the body cam feed, I have never felt that before, I have lost so many people close to me and you are the only person that made me feel true fear." he confesses.

Your hand comes up to his covered cheek, the ache of wanting to touch his skin was great but you knew that his mask was his comfort. We all wear our masks, we all have our reasons. He leaned into your hand, he took a deep breath in, inhaling your scent. The warmth that radiated through him enveloped your hand almost sending the heat through your arm.

"I'm sorry." You finally say. He shakes his head at you.

"You have nothing to apologize for, I am still learning to control my temper around you. I should be the one apologizing." he retorts back but it makes you chuckle. You have seen this man be a ruthless killer but here he is apologizing to you. "I got approval from Price already so you cant say no, when the doctor lets you leave tonight you and I will be traveling to my home. I'm not going to let you out of my sight again." he explains. Your eyes grow wide.

"I have no say in this?" You ask.

"No Love, you dont." He says as he stand up. His gloved hand touches your cheek. "Ill be back in a bit to come get you, if they dont let you out, I'm stealing you away regardless." this makes you chuckle, you shoo him away.

You lean back onto your pillow, closing your eyes. The more you thought about staying with Ghost the more your heart fluttered.

The minutes ticked by as you lay there, contemplating the turn of events. Ghost's presence, his unexpected visit, had brought a sense of comfort that began to mend the fractures of fear within you. You knew his protective nature stemmed from genuine concern, a sentiment you had seldom seen him display so openly.

As you closed your eyes, the image of Ghost kneeling beside your bed lingered in your mind. His gloved hand, so gentle despite its lethal capabilities, had left an indelible impression on your cheek. It was as if his touch carried the weight of unspoken words and emotions, words that didn't need to be voiced, feelings that transcended the boundaries of language.

You couldn't deny the warmth that had enveloped you when he mentioned taking you to his home. It was a gesture of intimacy, a silent declaration of his commitment to ensuring your well-being. In the chaotic world you both navigated, where danger lurked around every corner, this offer felt like a lifeline, a chance to find solace in each other's presence.

Your mind drifted, replaying the events that had led you to this moment. The mission, the gunshot, the darkness that had threatened to claim you. It was a stark reminder of the fragility of life, of how swiftly everything could change. But it was also a testament to the bonds forged in the crucible of conflict, the unspoken understanding between soldiers like you and Ghost.

A few hours have passed and the doctors finally gave you the okay to leave. The sound of footsteps approaching your bedside roused you from your reverie. You opened your eyes to find Ghost standing there, his mask concealing his emotions once more. But in his eyes, you saw a glimmer of something deeper, something that told you he was grappling with his own vulnerability.

"Price wants us to stop by his office before we head out." He explains. The doctor is making him push you in a wheelchair out of the med bay, its not like you could protest going anywhere anyways. You made it to the entrance of the building and Ghost helped you stand up straight, a part of you wanted to wave your hand at him indicating you could get up on your own, but alas, you let him help you anyways.

You were met with Soap, Gaz, and Alea all with big smiles on their face. "Lass look at ya!" Soap says, well practically shouts. He comes up and gives you a hug.

"Soap." Ghost piped up with a stern voice.

"Shes fine L.t, ya gotta give it to her. Shes a fighter." He huffs back, giving you one last squeeze before letting you go. Alea came up next and gave you a tight hug.

"Good to see you up and about. Pol and Gate couldn't be here, they are off on duty." She explains. You give her a small nod in understanding. You all converse and Ghost directs everyone that you two were on your way to prices office. Soap and Gaz give you a goodbye and Alea gives you a small nod following behind them.

We made it to Price, cigar smoke already filling his office even though he opened the window. "Crow, its good to see you awake. Imp sure Ghost already gave you the rundown of everything?" he speaks up.

"Yes sir, he did." You reply back. He came around the desk and put his hand on your shoulder.

"Ya did good kiddo, its time for you to rest. Gave us a scare there." His mustache raised in a smile. He eventually pulled you into a hug and you could feel a deep sigh in relief. You wrapped your arms around him.

"I'm sorry sir, didn't mean to scare you." You apologize, giving him a light squeeze as you both let go. Price has always been that father figure you seemed to have needed.

"You rest up now, Ghost will take good care of you." He smiles down at you and gives Ghost a nod. Both of you take your leave. There was a small plane waiting for you two. You had a slight frown come upon your face, you hated flying. Ghost touched the lower part of your back.

"I know you hate flying but its the only way to get to Manchester." He tried to soothe you and guide you to the stairs, he could sense your hesitancy, "It'll be alright, I'm here for you." he whispers close to your ear and you both make your way onto the small tin can of a death trap.

You are nervous to see what these next three weeks will bring.