#heartfirst 3

[etherealperrie]

HEARTFIRST {pt. IV}

– In which a trip down to the San Diego Naval base  to visit an old friend turns out to be more than a simple reunion, as the reader finds herself in the presence of an infuriating, cocky blonde and an old flame she thought had long fizzled out. –

Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Reader, Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Reader

Word Count: 2k

Contains: Bi!Natasha | Reader is old friends with Natasha “Phoenix” Trace | Reader has a past with Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw” | Reader has a lot of feelings about Jake “Hangman” Seresin

Warnings: lots of angst/fluff, explicit language, references to drinking/alcohol & sexual activity

A/N: Here it is! Part four! Tag-list is at the bottom, go ahead and send me a message or reply to this post if you'd like to be added for future parts of this story. Most importantly, I hope you enjoy! <3 If you'd like to go back and read part 1, you can do that here. Or, read part 2. Or 3. Also, check out my playlists for the dynamic of each guy & reader, you can do that here: Hangman x Reader & Rooster x Reader

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4:

You didn’t hear Natasha when she got home last night, your mind was too busy dreaming about Bradley. You haven’t dreamt about him in months. In fact, you’d just shaken that recurring dream where he shows up at your door, but when you run to him, eager to feel your body collide harshly with his, he disappears. All it took was last night's short reunion to bring him back to your dreamscape, placing him back at the center of your desires. However, this time when your subconscious conjured him, he was solid, his arms wrapping around your waist, his lips inches from yours. 

You awake just as his lips pressed softly against yours, the sun streaming in through the little window above Natasha’s desk, casting shadows across the linoleum floor. You groan and flop onto your stomach, pulling the closest pillow over your head. 

“You can’t be hungover,” Natasha jokes. You peek out from under the pillow, watching her do up the zipper of her flight suit. She turns from the small mirror inside the closet to face you, crossing the room to sit on the edge of the bed, coaxing the pillow off your head. Sighing, you kick the covers off your body and sit up. Her eyebrow quirks. “That’s not mine,” she observes, her eyes narrowing at the sweatshirt covering your torso. 

“No, it’s not,” you agree. “It’s Bradley’s.” Her eyes widen and she opens her mouth, but you cut her off. “And before you ask, no, nothing happened. He just gave me a ride.” 

“Uh huh, a ride,” she winks. 

You shake your head, shoving her playfully as you rise from the bed, bending over to stretch your back. “I swear, it was just a ride in his pick up truck.” 

“Be careful, if you get caught, you become a registered sex offender.” 

You look up at her, your face void of any enthusiasm. She returns your stare with a smirk, winking. You roll your eyes and lunge forward to swipe your tennis shoes from their spot at the end of the bed. 

“I’m going for a run, see you when I get back?” 

She shrugs. “I’m flying a course with Bob, Payback, and Rooster all morning, part of the new training, so if not today, then tonight – Hard Deck?” 

“Do you guys go anywhere else?” 

“You wanted the full Top Gun experience, didn’t you?” 

You just nod and wish her luck, quickly exchanging your pajama bottoms for running shorts, slipping your shoes on and heading out the door.

The run you planned was short lived on account of the finicky weather. Unlike the past few days, the early morning cloud cover never broke, the fog dense on the beach as you tried to push through it, the vapor soaking through your clothes. You wondered what might become of Natasha’s training as you made your way back to base, looking up for a sign of her, but there wasn’t a jet in the sky. 

So, you wound up back near the common room, your foot inching over the threshold as you check both ways down the long hallway before committing your crime. The tension in your shoulders eases at the sight of the empty halls and you enter the quiet room, your stomach rumbling loudly. Shushing it, you wander over to the pantry, rummaging through it for something, anything.

“The rule breaker strikes again.” Hangman’s familiar voice echoes through the room. Before you get a chance to turn and address him, he’s at your side, one hand on the pantry door handle, the other lifting the cereal box you’d just picked from the shelf out of your hands. “And this time she’s after the Cheerios.” 

“My tax dollars pay you, these are just as much mine as they are yours,” you snap, turning to face him. Heat rises to your cheeks at the sight of him, completely shirtless, a pair of black sweatpants hanging low on his hips. His chest and abdomen are sculpted as if out of marble, every tan ripple and muscle on display for you. 

A light chuckle brings you back to reality, your neck snapping back up to meet his gaze, a lazy smile on his lips. He’d caught you ogling. Shit. It doesn’t matter, you tell yourself; you’ve done worse with him than this innocent stare. He’s gorgeous — he knows it, you know it, you could be adults about it. Even after your heated make out session. 

You snatch the cereal box back from him and he takes a few steps back, leaning against the counter to watch you search for a bowl, a spoon, and some milk. Clattering around, you huff, finally locating everything you needed after a bit of fuss. It would be easier if this Adonis wasn’t watching your every move. 

“Don’t you have anywhere else to be? Like, up in the sky?” you press, scooting him over with a flick of your wrist so you can assemble your breakfast. 

He shakes his head. “Training’s been canceled. Bad weather.” Hangman walks around the counter and settles into one of barstools directly across from you. His green eyes bore into you, his smile still ever present, the sickening combination sending your heart racing. You do your best to ignore it and lift a spoonful of cereal to your lips, chomping on it harshly to distract yourself, forcing yourself to look away from him. 

“So is the mood because you’re hangry or have you been left unsatisfied another night?” His lips curl around the word as he probes with his question, his eyes dropping to your sweatshirt.

“Why do you care?” you ask, shifting your weight from one foot to the other, settling into your right hip. 

“Well, your mood is either going to improve in just a few minutes here,” he tips his head in the direction of your cereal bowl. “Or I’m going to have to offer my services and take matters into my own hands.” 

Your choke on the milk in your mouth, shocked but not surprised at his forwardness. Swallowing, you meet his gaze and shake your head. “Why? Have you run through every other viable option here or what?” 

He chuckles, reaching up to scratch his cheek. “I always have options, sweetheart. I just know you were having a good time with me the other night, I thought you might like to keep it going.” He raises an eyebrow, taking his lip between his teeth. God, he was relentless. 

You groan, rolling your eyes. “Do you have an off button, Jake?” you mumble between bites. 

His eyes light up, widening as his name falls from your lips. His smile shifts, lifting on the right, a smug cockiness settling in as he chews his bottom lip, his eyebrow raised. “So you do remember,” he winks. 

His arrogance is almost too much to bear, his confidence boost palpable. He shifts in his chair, straightening up, flexing every muscle of his abdomen. You roll your eyes and turn away from him, placing your cereal bowl in the sink. He hums quietly, drumming his fingers against the countertop, awaiting a response. 

You sigh. “Yes, fine, I remember.” 

“I knew you wouldn’t be able to forget. No one can.” He lifts his knuckles to his lips, blowing on them and rubbing them against his chest. Cocky son of a bitch. 

“Whatever, Hangman.” You walk out of the small kitchenette and cross the room to the couch, plopping down on the leather. 

“Come on, I told you to call me Jake.” He spins around in the barstool, his eyes still on you. 

“And I told you I was drunk. It’s never gonna happen, Hangman.” You look down at the sweatshirt you’re wearing and smile, looking back to him, eager to taunt him. “I think I’ll just keep collecting these while I’m here, it’s more fun that way.” You trace your fingers over the embroidered US Navy logo, humming.

Hangman’s eyes narrow, his mouth opening to say something. The sound of voices and laughter growing closer stops him, familiar faces pouring into the room. You make a pointed smile in his direction before turning to the commotion. Natasha and Bradley are bickering about something you can’t quite figure out. Some of the other guys you met last night at the Hard Deck – Bob and Payback – follow close behind them, commenting on whatever the argument was. 

“All I’m saying is that when I say go, we have to go,” Natasha nags. 

Bradley sighs loudly, nodding. “I know, I got it, next time.” You recognize that sigh, one of discontent, one he huffs to make his annoyance known. He clearly hadn’t retired it. He used it with you a few times, mostly when you asked him to put aside his obsessing over work for just one night.  

Hangman crosses his arms, interjecting their conversation. “Rooster’s always been hesitant. It’s that kind of shit that gets you killed out there.” 

You glance at him, not fully agreeing with his statement. Bradley had never been hesitant in all the time you’d known him. There was nothing hesitant about the way he loved you – or the way he left you behind. When he knew what he wanted, he’d drop anything for it. Including you. Pushing the thoughts aside, you look back to Rooster, his eyes locked on Hangman, a look of defiance in his glare. 

“Hangman,” Bradley says, looking the man up and down with obvious distaste for his lack of public decency. Seems Hangman isn’t popular with most of the group and you couldn’t blame them. Bradley takes a step forward from where his friends linger by the door. “You look good.” His tone is dry, sarcastic, but Hangman runs with the lackluster comment. He rises from his chair, walking over to clap Rooster on the back. 

“I am good, Rooster, I’m very good.” His eyes move from Bradley to where you sit on the couch, his smile stretching as his eyes drink you in. Bradley follows his gaze, smiling something soft at you before turning his eyes back on Hangman, all of the kindness draining from his face, scowling. 

Bob mumbles something about their training, crossing the room to the kitchen and you mentally thank him for easing the tension in the room, everyone else joining in on the new topic of conversation. Natasha pushes past Bradley and sits down next to you on the couch, knocking Bradley out of his head and back to reality. Hangman returns to perch on his barstool, leaning back cooly against the counter, drinking in the commotion his simple comment caused. 

Rooster waves him off and crashes into the pillow of the couch, his knee knocking into yours as he does so. You smile and he returns it, his eyes slipping down to his sweatshirt pooling around your body. 

“Oh,” you exclaim, sitting up. “Here, you should take this back before I forget.” You slip your arms out of the sleeves and shimmy the fabric over your neck and shoulders, a chill running down your spine as you adjust to the new temperature. Your tank top gets caught as you undress, showing the smallest strip of naked skin that you quickly work to cover, tugging the top down at your sides. You feel eyes on you and you look around the room, your eyes connecting first with Bradley’s and then Hangman’s, his pupils dilating at the sight of you. It takes him a second, his mind working quickly as he watches you toss the sweatshirt to Rooster, the two of you exchanging a knowing glance. 

You notice Hangman’s posture change out of the corner of your eye, his shoulders hunching, his hand instinctively moving to the back of his neck. He mashes his lips together in a harsh line. His eyes meet yours and you look away just as quickly, avoiding his gaze.

Rooster hums, turning your attention away from Hangman. He runs his fingers over the sweatshirt and hands the fabric back to you. 

“Keep it,” he smiles. “It suits you.”

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[ilsafaaust]

kevin & sophie + heartfirst (by kelsea ballerini)

[yelena-bellova]

Heartfirst: A Ted Lasso Story - Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty: Believe

Plot: Richmond and West Ham face off in the deciding match of the season.

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: language

A/N: Well, we’re almost at the end. I wanna thank everyone who’s patiently waited for this one through my depressive waves and exhaustion. Means a lot. This one’s short and sweet, but hopefully it brings some smiles <3 Enjoy!

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The long anticipated day had arrived.

Richmond versus West Ham.

From the first crack of dawn, the entire town of Richmond was abuzz. Shops were closed, pubs were bustling, even those who didn’t care about football were showing their support. This was the highlight of the year.

Y/n was up with them, so anxious she was barely able to eat or sit or do anything but anxiously pace her apartment. The caffeine in her morning tea didn’t help either. Caring, it turned out, came with enough nerves for the whole team.

Jamie had spent the night at his place, the two of them agreeing he needed rest more than they needed time together. He’d made Y/n promise to text him when she got to the stadium so he could sneak out and see her before the match.

Y/n waited as long as possible, which was still two and a half hours ahead of the match, before getting dressed. The controversial #9 shirt was now standard uniform and she put it on with pride. She pulled out her phone and snapped a picture in the mirror, sending it to Jamie. His response was quick.

Jamie Tartt: Magic

We’re def gonna win now.

Y/n smiled, more giggly than anything else. She gathered the rest of her things and headed out.

Despite getting there early, the traffic surrounding the stadium was substantial. There were fans lining the streets, waiting for the gates to open. All along Nelson Road, you could hear the Richmond chants. Everyone was ready for a match.

Y/n parked in the staff lot and headed into the building. There wasn’t much work to do on game day. Pressers and interviews were already lined up and organized. Higgins wouldn’t even be in until right before everything started. She had time to spare.

Deciding some calm before the storm would be nice, Y/n slipped into her office. There were still a few leftover things there, books and papers and such. Some computer supplies and her chair. Eventually she’d move back in once Keeley was more settled, but for now it felt like a ghost town.

From her desk, she could hear the roar of the crowd filing into the stadium. Their cheers and collective conversation. Y/n settled into her seat and simply listened, uplifted by the enthusiasm penetrating the walls.

There was no way to know on her first day at Nelson Road what would transpire. That she would find the family she’d always longed for or the love she’d never let herself have. That she’d have a job she could take pride in. It had all come to be in spite of her best efforts and beyond what she thought she ever deserved.

A tear slipped down Y/n’s cheek. Her world was golden.

When it was finally time, she headed back downstairs, texting Jamie when she was outside the locker room. The boys’ chatter could be heard through the doors. The adrenaline was practically seeping out the cracks.

Jamie slipped out, him and Y/n sinking into a hard embrace outside the door.

“Hi,” Jamie mumbled into her shoulder.

“Hi,” Y/n giggled, running a hand over his hair.

“I like this.”

“What?”

Jamie swayed them lightly, face still buried in Y/n’s coat. “Getting to see you before a match. Don’t have to come up with excuses now.”

Y/n laughed as he moved them around, pulling back eventually to properly see Jamie. She placed her hands on his cheeks, “How’re you feeling?”

“Good,” Jamie smiled, “Good. We got this.”

“Yeah, you do,” she beamed, “Are we gonna be one of those couples that has some pre-game good luck ritual or something?”

Jamie glanced down at Y/n’s chest. The sight of her wearing his number seemed special enough. “Long as you’re wearing that, we’re set. But,” he adjusted his grip and nudged Y/n’s nose, “Can never have too much luck.”

Dipping her slightly, Jamie smiled into an easy kiss with Y/n grinning equally. It was a routine they could settle into quite comfortably.

“OI!”

Jamie startled and pulled them back up. Roy was coming out of the coach’s office and stalking towards them. When he reached them, somewhat awkwardly, Roy held out a badge to Y/n.

“It’ll get you on the pitch,” he explained, “We save ‘em for sick kids and rich pricks that want a good story to tell their rich prick friends.”

Y/n rubbed a thumb over the badge. V.I.P. Was he offering what she thought he was?

“If you distract him or I catch him tryin’ to show off for you,” Roy pointed to Jamie, “You get the fuck out of there.”

When Y/n nodded, barely hiding her smile, Roy headed back down the hall.

“I love you too, Roy,” Y/n called.

He grunted as he rounded the corner.

“Guess we’ve got his stamp of approval,” Y/n mused as she fiddled with the badge.

“Guess so,” Jamie chuckled, “You gonna do it?”

“Yeah. But I’m starting out in the box,” Y/n wrapped her arms around Jamie’s shoulders, “I am here for people other than you.”

Jamie smirked, “But mostly for me, right?”

“Tell yourself whatever you need to,” Y/n smiled against his lips, leaving one more kiss, “I love you.”

“Love you too,” Jamie replied and stole one more hug from her, “Next time I kiss you, it’s gonna be on the pitch.”

“It better be.”

Y/n stepped away, dragging her hand down Jamie’s arm and holding his fingers till they were forced by space to part. They turned away from one another, beaming.

Y/n went through the staff entrance into the stadium, melting into the crowds until she reached the elevator. She took it up to her respective level and entered the owner’s box. It was twenty minutes to game time and most guests were already in their seats. From her spot, she could see the top of Keeley’s pigtails in the front row.

“Hello,” Y/n greeted in a sing-song tone.

Keeley squealed and stood up to hug Y/n, sliding over a seat and letting Y/n settle next to Rebecca.

“You remember my dear friend, Flo, I’m sure,” Rebecca gestured to the brunette on her other side.

“Of course,” Y/n reached over and squeezed Sassy’s hand. They’d met at a staff event Rebecca had invited her best friend to.

“You have a lot of gaps to fill in,” Sassy winked theatrically, “With scandalous amounts of details.”

Y/n looked between Rebecca and Keeley, “Do you just go around broadcasting my love life to everyone?”

“You’re dating one of the most popular players in the country,” Rebecca pointed out, “It’s not going to stay a secret forever.”

If they were honest, Jamie and Y/n really hadn’t considered the publicity. Everything had come to be so suddenly that the press were the last thing they were thinking about.

“How’s he feeling?” Keeley asked.

“Good,” Y/n answered, looping her arm through Keeley’s, “Definitely no repeats of last time.”

“Good,” she nodded.

“And,” Y/n turned towards Rebecca, “Have we had any run-ins?”

Where West Ham was, Rupert followed, and everyone was eager to know how Rebecca was handling it.

“Yes, and all is well,” she smiled, only half-forcing it.

Sassy snorted from beside her best friend. Differing interactions had clearly occurred.

Nevertheless, Y/n accepted the answer, “Okay.”

Soon enough, Higgins and his wife joined the group along with Barbara. When the whole group was assembled, the Hammers and Greyhounds came onto the pitch. As they stood in front of the crowds, Richmond looked noticeably…shaken.

“Something happen?” Keeley asked.

“I don’t know. Everything seemed fine when…” Y/n shut her eyes and bit her lip, “Shit.”

Rebecca looked over, “What?”

“Beard asked me for any videos or photos I had from the season,” she explained, “He said it was for something he was putting together.”

The women took a breath, while simultaneously holding one.

The tears passed and the match started like any other. The first fifteen minutes flew by without either team scoring, which felt like some sort of victory. It was short-lived though, as by halftime, West Ham had scored twice.

Y/n found that watching a match as a player’s girlfriend was a whole new experience. Anytime Jamie made a move, she was practically out of her seat. If a Hammer looked like he was going for him, anxiety flooded her chest. Every emotion was heightened, a blessing and a curse.

When the boys headed off the pitch, there was nothing left to do but fear. No matter how hard the women tried to appear calm, each of them were sweating out the possible loss.

“That’s it,” Y/n announced once she’d grown too nervous to stay still.

“Where are you going?” Keeley asked as Y/n climbed over her legs.

“Down there.”

“I didn’t think your badge got you that far,” Rebecca half-asked.

Y/n hopped on one leg around Sassy on the aisle. “It doesn’t,” she replied, “Keep a closer eye on the printer.”

Weaving through the crowds, Y/n made her way to the staff entrance. Halftime seemed the most logical moment to sneak down. The announcers would be on break and commercials would be running.

Once she got to the pitch, she hurried along the edge, oblivious to any puzzled looks she received. Even if she was simply a passive observer, Y/n could feel a rush of energy sweep over her. She couldn’t imagine what the boys felt like every time they stepped up.

“Hey,” Will brightened up when he saw Y/n, “You made it.”

“Yeah,” Y/n squeezed his hand quickly, smiling to Nate on the other side, and settled into the empty seat. “There’s perks to being on Roy’s good side.”

The three shared a grin of anticipation before Trent leaned out of his seat and patted Y/n’s shoulder.

“Nice to see you down here,” he smiled, winking.

And the feeling that filled her, though she’d expected it to be out of place, was one of belonging. Like there was nowhere else for her than right where she was.

When the fifteen minutes were up, the Greyhounds and Hammers reentered the pitch. Jamie’s eyes went to the dugout to find Y/n looking back at him. They shared a soft smile, their eyes lighting with glee. This was a special moment.

Roy was quick to spot the spark. “I’ll fucking take you out,” he promised.

Y/n nodded, “Yes, coach.”

The boys came back with a new fire lit under them. They were playing not only like they had something to lose, but like they were actually enjoying themselves. It was a perfect combination.

Jamie got the ball to Dani, who in turn missed a shot off the goalpost. Sam took another shot at it only to recieve the same outcome. The third attempt, made by Colin, was still no dice. It wasn’t until the ball got returned to Jamie that he finally put it away, a perfect shot.

“YES!!” Y/n leapt out of her seat, throwing her fists in the air and not even bothering to hide her bias.

After the boys finished celebrating, Jamie looked straight over to Y/n, slapping his hand over his chest. It took them both straight back to Wembley.

“He’s gonna do it again,” Y/n said adamantly, settling back in next to Will.

“He’s gonna do it again,” Will repeated. Neither of their eyes moved from the pitch.

Jamie was off again, moving across the field when a West Ham player swept past him, tripping him. He rolled rather harshly into the grass.

The second he went down, Y/n was up and breathless. She had to catch herself before she ran out onto the pitch.

“Get up, get up, get up,” she whispered.

The referee rightfully called a penalty and Richmond gained a free kick. Just after it was called, Sam helped a grinning Jamie to his non-injured feet.

Y/n smirked and shook her head, “Fuck.”

While it was Jamie’s shot to take, he rolled the ball over to Dani. Dani in turn passed it to Isaac, which surprised everyone.

“Crap,” Y/n uttered.

Nate looked over, confused, “What?”

“Just…” Y/n struggled, “Guard your face.”

The knowing spectators sat at the ready as Isaac lined up the shot. He took careful steps back before surging forward and power kicking the ball. It was fast, but flew past the net and straight into the crowd. The stadium groaned with disappointment, it would have been Richmond’s assurance of victory.

“Shit,” Y/n mumbled, running her hands over her hair.

“Wait, wait, wait, guys,” Nate drew Will and Y/n’s focus upwards, “Look.”

Mike Dean was crossing the pitch to the posts. He inspected something in the net before signaling that it was indeed a goal. Isaac had just sent it through the netting.

Nate, Will and Y/n jumped out of their chairs, grabbing onto one another in a victorious embrace. Richmond wasn’t out of the ring just yet.

With stoppage time started for the grounds crew to replace the net, the Greyhounds headed to the sidelines to discuss strategy. Once enough had been said, Jamie jogged over to the dugout, making a beeline for his girlfriend.

“Hey,” he smiled, “What’d you think?”

Y/n exhaled shakily, “Yeah, we’re definitely breaking up after this because I can’t take the stress.”

Jamie laughed.

“No, seriously,” Y/n grabbed his hands, “My palms are a fucking river, my mouth’s dry. I can’t do this on a regular basis.” She pulled their intwined fingers between them, urging Jamie to look at her. “You’re brilliant.”

While his cheeks were already flush red, the hue deepened at the compliment.

“You’re a fucking menace out there, and you don’t stop being one,” Y/n practically commanded, “Because I got news for you, you’re in their fucking heads. And if there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s that once you’re in somebody’s head,” Y/n grinned, “You don’t come out.”

Y/n pressed a palm to Jamie’s cheek, the sounds of the crowd and everything around them disappearing. “You’ve got this.”

Jamie’s self-confidence wasn’t lacking, but there was something about hearing those words come from one specific person that made it shoot sky high. If Y/n believed in him, he could win the whole fucking thing.

“And you need to go now before Roy kills me,” Y/n finished.

Just as Jamie was about to tell her he loved her, their attention was drawn to the side. An indignant Rupert was marching down the field, brushing past the Greyhounds.

“I gotta…” Jamie said distractedly.

“Yeah,” Y/n slipped her hands away, Jamie headed back to the boys.

The whole team watched in shock as Rupert berated his head coach before shoving him to the ground. The stadium was stunned into near silence. An unprecedented moment.

The boys headed back out to the pitch as the ref whistled and Rupert had no choice but to leave. The crowd came back to life fully and began a rousing chorus of ‘Wanker’ to carry him off the field.

“Holy shit,” Y/n exhaled.

“What was that?” Will asked without really seeking an answer.

There was no time to look any further into it as the match restarted. There was serious hustle from Van Damme before the Hammers eventually made a goal, bringing the score to 3-2. However, one of the players was found to be offside and it returned to a tie.

Finally, it came down to the very last minute.

Jamie carried the ball to Richard, who was taken down by a Hammer, and Richmond earned a free kick. If they made it, they could take the whole thing. They just needed a really, really, big move.

As the coaches huddled, Ted looked back at the seats. “Hey, Nate,” he called, “Nate, come here.”

Hesitantly, Nate got up and joined Ted at the front. Ted called out to the boys and began pointing to the former assistant coach.

“What’s happening?” Y/n asked Will as Ted began to shout something about an Oscar.

“I don’t know,” Will mumbled.

Whatever it was, the boys seemed to understand it, and each headed to their marks. Y/n prayed that the unconventional coaching methods of Ted paid off one last time.

The ref blew the whistle and the teams set off. Sam laid the ball off to Dixon, who slid it over to Bumbercatch. Jamie, exaggeratedly, made a run for it, screaming for a pass.

For two seconds, Y/n stood wildly confused, before she spotted Sam. No player was near him. She and Will clutched onto one another.

This was it.

Bumbercatch got the ball to Sam.

Sam made a perfect goal.

The entire stadium, from field to nosebleeds, went wild. And once the ref called it, it became overwhelming.

The Greyhounds had done it.

Y/n and Will latched onto one another and jumped up and down, somewhere between tears and screams.

The pitch became flooded by the players, the coaches and the fans. Y/n didn’t secondguess her decision to run on, following the rest of the crowd. Trent and her ended up beside one another, racing up to the growing group of Greyhounds.

As she looked around, searching for anyone to congratulate, she spotted Colin, hand in hand with a man she’d never seen. Just before he dragged him into the victory circle, the mystery man spotted Y/n and smiled.

“I think you belong with me.”

The two shared an understanding look, Y/n’s eyes flicking briefly to Colin, who looked ecstatic.

“I think I do,” Y/n smiled back, grabbing the extended hand and racing off with them.

The whole team was locked in an embrace, surrounding a dancing Ted. They cheered and chanted and fell into one another. All the while, Y/n and Colin’s beau held onto one another, letting their other halves enjoy their moment.

Jamie, however, was already searching around frantically. The second they made eye contact, he and Y/n were snaking through and past their friends to get to one another.

Jamie threw his arms around her, lifting Y/n up and spinning her around. Y/n’s eyes began to water as the full emotion of their magnificent win sunk in.

“You did it,” she cheered as they spun.

Jamie set her down finally, took one good look and pulled Y/n in for an earth shattering kiss. The one they’d both been waiting to share longer than they even knew.

When they eventually pulled back, breathless and giddy, all the joys around them seemed to amplify. Naturally, Jamie and Y/n ran straight back into the team huddle. Once the boys saw Y/n, she got passed around from body to body in big sweaty hugs. Even Roy swept her into a firm embrace.

There was singing, there was chanting, there was so much pure happiness. After a season filled with so many trials and tribulations, the Greyhounds had earned their perfect moment in time. And it was glorious.

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Heartfirst Taglist: @lalla-04p @optimisticsandwichgladiator @makingmunson94 @taytaylala12 @storysimp @sokkigarden @lightninginab0ttle @poohkie90 @alipap3 @verra-nerevarine @shineforever19 @spaceagechimera @burnafter-reading @qardasngan @cyberpvnk-enthusiast @sogoodtoheritsvicious @buckybarnex @angelsunflxwer @blueanfield @thewildestwonderland @sablecities @oxxolovemelikeyoudooxxo @strawberryacethingz @mentalistfan @tortilla-maria1 @katdahlali @for-fuck-sake-im-alive @glitterquadricorn @jamieolivia27 @imvibin69 @katlizada @lil-tracys @fanaticalfantasist @heyitz-julia @cactajuice @peachyy-tea @notalxx @rockchickrebel @anxiety-prime-max @mentalistfan @loveforaugust @jellycolors @actuallybarb @heletsmelovehim @lovinnscarletknight @imfalling-inlove @leslieiscrying @meg-ro @littlemisssunshine192 @beboldbebravethings @maydayfigment @spencerreidsbookclub @dream-alittlebiggerdarling @lemoonandlestars @im-a-weirdo-for-life @mindless-rock (tags cont. in comments ❤️)

[redroses07]

My Masterlist.

Fics!

Outer Banks:

JJ Maybank Dating Headcanons

Forgotten Breakfast // JJ Maybank

American Horror Story:

AHS Boys Cuddling Headcanons

Tate Langdon // Enemies to lovers Headcanons

F**k It I Love You // Michael Langdon

Young Sheldon:

Meeting His Family // Georgie Cooper

The Black Phone:

Real First Date // Vance Hopper

Stranger Things:

Detention // Mike Wheeler

Lazy Summer Days // Mike Wheeler

Nightmares // Mike Wheeler

Jake Webber and Johnnie Guilbert:

Heartfirst // Johnnie Guilbert

Heartfirst // Johnnie Guilbert pt. 2

Agents of Shield:

Day Off // Deke Shaw

Star Wars:

Coming soon!!

Mood Boards <3

Outer Banks:

Rafe Cameron Dating Aesthetic

Jake and Johnnie:

Johnnie Guilbert Dating Aesthetic

Taylor Swift:

The Last Great American Dynasty

The Archer

Agents of Shield:

Daisy Johnson/Quake Aesthetic

Deke Shaw Dating Aesthetic

American Horror Story

Kit Walker Dating Aesthetic

[luucypevensie]

🐰 + my beloved goddaughter Thea!!

THANK YOU FAE MY BELOVED! @carmens-garden my love also asked for her beloved goddaughter as well!

1. Their berserk button: Thea HATES it when people say “like” before a sentence all the time because it’s not proper grammar and it makes you sound really valley girl-esque

2. Why their name was chosen: Thea’s beloved paternal grandmother’s middle name is Dorothea, and Robert wanted to honor his mother. It just so helped that Marjorie loved the name, and wanted to honor Ginny as well

3. Their favorite 2020s song: HEARTFIRST by Kelsea Ballerini

4. Their biggest fear: Thea’s biggest fear is that her eating disorder will come back and destroy her physically and mentally (which it very nearly did in s2)

5. One turn-on of theirs: Proper etiquette (don’t ask her why, but seeing Finn act like a total gentleman at a family dinner at her house REALLY got her going)

6. Their go-to sleepover activities: Painting everyone’s nails and drinking hot chocolate while watching old movies

7. What candle they’d get at Bath & Body Works: Definitely the Vanilla Bean candles (always a classic like Thea)

8. A moment where they reached their breaking point: You would think it would be seeing Finn and Quinn cheating, but no, it was actually when she broke up with her jerk of an ex because she found out he was cheating on her. It was at that moment that the gears started shifting in Thea’s mind that she will never be enough for somebody, causing her eating disorder to come back full force

9. Whether they’re organized or slobby: This is the girl who has the most beautiful handwriting known to mankind AND who is the best tutor at McKinley. Of course she’s organized!

10. Their favorite feature about themselves: Her inner strength

[jakeperalta]

subject to change!!

my beloved comfort album <3

the first song from this album I heard: heartfirst

do I own the album?: this has actually just reminded me that my mum was getting the vinyl for my birthday and she preordered it from our local record shop then I haven't heard anything since so I need to chase that up hahaha but in short: not yet but I will!

my favourite song: universe 🥰

my least favourite song: I love the whole album but if I were to pick one then maybe you're drunk go home?

a song I didn't like at first, but now do: subject to change grew on me so much!

a song I used to like, but now don't: I still love them all <3

my favourite lyric: "I think that showing up is good enough for me" is a real mantra lyric for me, same with "the right and the hard thing are sometimes the same"

overall rating out of 10: 9.5

send me an album!

[chlodoll]

my top albums (and songs) of 2022 (with some links to my fav performances 😆)

1. le sserafim - antifragile | the live performances are so damn good! | antifragile, impurities, good parts

2. sabrina carpenter - emails i can’t send | i love when i can just depend on an artist to always put out good albums | nonsense, tornado warnings, bad for business, already over, emails i can’t send, because I liked a boy 

3. 4*town - turning red ost | this boy group is everything | nobody like u 

4. red velvet -  birthday | a hit after some misses | bye bye, on a ride

5. sza - sos | it just came out but idc | nobody gets me, f2f, conceited, shirt, gone girl, kill bill, smoking on my ex pack, good days, blind

6. beyoncé - renaissance | hey, look at us! who would’ve thought? not me! now if only we could get the visuals... | church girl, america has a problem, alien superstar, cozy, plastic off the sofa, virgo’s groove, energy 

7. taylor swift - midnights | here i am again riding for one of blondies albums | lavender haze, paris, sweet nothing, glitch, bigger than the whole sky

8. rm - indigo | it feels like the last archive of my 20s too... damn | closer, wildflower, yun, still life, change pt.2, lonely

9. flo - the lead | i have loved seeing their rise this year | cardboard box, immature, summertime

10. nayeon - im nayeon | my girl! | love countdown, candyfloss, no problem, pop!, sunset

11. summer walker - still over it | it came out in 2021, i know, but i really wasn’t vibing until 2022 | circus, bitter, insane, no love, 4th baby mama, 

12. new jeans - new jeans | i got my braids and i’ve been flipping my hair like they do in attention all the time haha | hype boy, hurt, attention

13. jhope - jack in the box | this is so him... and i saw it performed live?! | arson, safety zone, more, what if 

14. encanto ost | i was so scared this would get on my spotify wrapped lolll | what else can i do?, we don’t talk about bruno, surface pressure

15. harry styles - harry’s house | no one is more disappointed than me, but he did something here | satellite, daydreaming, keep driving, late night talking, daylight 

16. euphoria ost | shut up i know... and when s3 comes out i will be back playing the songs everyday | all for us, still don’t know my name, formula, nate growing up, forever, i’m tired, elliot’s song 

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other songs i was obsessed with: 

black panther: wakanda forever - con la brisa (foudequesh), alone (burna boy) interlude (stormzy), no woman no cry (tems) | bts - run bts, yet to come, left and right (jungkook and charlie puth), stay alive (jungkook), the astronaut (jin), bad decisions, dreamers (jungkook) | chlöe - treat me, surprise | fka twigs - jealousy (feat. rema), oh my love, tears in the club (feat. the weeknd), papi bones (feat. shygirl)  | glorilla - tomorrow (with cardi b) | gracie abrams - block me out, better  | ice spice - bikini bottom | ive - love dive, after like | jessie ware - free yourself | latto - it’s givin, sunshine, big energy, wheelie (feat. 21 savage), like a thug (feat. lil durk) | loona - pale blue dot | kelsea ballerini - heartfirst | marren morris - circles around this town, background music | megan thee stallion - budget (feat. latto), not nice, her, plan b, sweetest pie (with dua lipa) | muni long - hrs & hrs | omar apollo - want u around (feat. ruel), hijo de su madre, tamagotchi, archetype, hey boy (feat. kali uchis) | paramore - this is why | red velvet - bamboleo, beg for me | stayc - run2u, same same | suki waterhouse - moves, good looking | taeyeon - some nights, sirens, invu, weekend, timeless | twice - talk that talk, brave

[kelsxaballerini]

kelseaballerini: heartfirst tour leg 3 kicks off tonight. santa barbara, can't wait for y'all.

[rebelrayne]

one thing about me i-listen-to-a-lot-of-country-music-and-it-is-very-stereotypical-because-i-live-in-america-in-a-country-area but thank you @irishbelle34 and @lasswithumor for tagging me 🤍

anyway - my favorite 15 songs right now

1 bless the broken road - rascal flatts

2 rewind - rascal flatts (my fic 'rewind' was based on this song)

3 what hurts the most - rascal flatts

4 these days - rascal flatts

5 jesus can - austin french (yes, it's very near and dear - i sang over and over in the o.r. when my kid was born at 29 weeks)

6 while you're at it - alana springsteen

7 tequila talkin' - jimmie allen

8 my wish - rascal flatts (makes me cry every time)

9 hello summer - danielle bradbery (my fic 'and the day after that, too' was based on this song)

10 one thing right - marshmello & kane brown

11 trying not to - alana springsteen

12 heartfirst - kelsea ballerini

13 for what it's worth - breland

14 i hate love songs - kelsea ballerini (my fic 'but lately...' was based on this song)

15 this is us - jimmie allen & noah cyrus

i have no idea who has been tagged now so i'm sorry if i double tag i looked and tried not to lol @aislinnstanaka @csmicletters @caitkaminski @doulyeah @fujihime-litg @longbobmckenzie @mercedesdecorazon @mrsbsmooth @oliverslove @queen-of-boops @thoracic-orchid @willkimurashat but no pressure - it was honestly hard after naming 10

[etherealperrie]

HEARTFIRST {pt. III}

– In which a trip down to the San Diego Naval base  to visit an old friend turns out to be more than a simple reunion, as the reader finds herself in the presence of an infuriating, cocky blonde and an old flame she thought had long fizzled out. –

Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Reader, Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Reader

Word Count: 1.6k

Contains: Bi!Natasha | Reader is old friends with Natasha “Phoenix” Trace | Reader has a past with Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw” | Reader has a lot of feelings about Jake “Hangman” Seresin

Warnings: lots of angst/fluff, explicit language, references to drinking/alcohol & sexual activity

A/N: Here it is! Part three (it's heavy on Rooster x Reader for this part)! Tag-list is at the bottom, go ahead and send me a message or reply to this post if you'd like to be added for future parts of this story. Most importantly, I hope you enjoy! <3 If you'd like to go back and read part 1, you can do that here. Or, read part 2.

...

3:

Even in only the low light of the moon you know it’s him. Bradley. Your heart lifts as a sinking feeling settles in your stomach, your mind unsure of what to do or what to think. He slams the truck door shut roughly, giving the truck one swift, hard smack. The truck was – for lack of better terms – a piece of shit. It was on its last leg back when you were dating, or so you thought. It lasted him longer than you expected. 

Whistling, he tucks his aviators into the small chest pocket of the pastel Hawaiian print shirt he’s wearing. The muted peaches and greens light up his tanned complexion even in the dark. His light brown hair is messier than normal, the short curls frizzy from the humidity of the night. He looks beautiful, of course, someone like Bradley never faltered in that department.

Part of you wants to run to him, but the logical part of you stops that idea from going any farther before it even has a chance to develop. As far as you know, he doesn’t know you’re here. You can only imagine his reaction if you popped up out of nowhere after a year and a half on his home base. He never looked back after the breakup, never reached out, never checked in. It was obvious that he didn’t think about you as much as you did him. 

You slip around the corner of the building, not wanting to be found. Things would be easier that way. A perfect plan. Well, almost perfect.

It’s hard to make anything out at night, especially the two tin trash cans behind the bar. You knock into them, the metal clattering loudly as one tips over into the other, glass bottles spilling out onto the deck. 

“Of course,” you grumble to no one, tossing your hands up towards the sky in exasperation. Just, perfect. You think about running, leaving the mess behind, but you can’t. You could blame it on some raccoons, but your guilty conscience would never recover. Cursing, you bend down to pick up the bottles, scooping them up in your arms. 

Footsteps grow closer, Rooster’s listless whistling coming to a stop. His head peers around the corner, his eyes widening at the sight of you. He calls your name out into the night, picking up his pace to a slow jog, closing the space between you. 

The sound of your name on his lips, the way his mouth wraps around each syllable with such ease even after all this time, makes your heart flutter and sends a signal to the back of your knees, making you weak. You lock your knees, clear your throat, and toss the bottles into the still standing tin, smoothing the front of your blouse. Rooster stops just in front of you, his breath rolling out into the clear night, all of his striking features coming into focus. 

“What are you doing here?” he asks, his eyes scanning your face. He looks down, taking in the sight of you standing before him, almost unsure if what he’s seeing is real. 

“Natasha invited me out for a bit, we haven’t seen each other in a long time.” Your eyes move across his face and down his body with the same ferocity, worried he might just dissipate into the night, as if he’s a mirage. 

Rooster nods, swallowing. “You could say the same for us.” 

“Yeah, I – uh – was worried I’d run into you at some point. I thought about calling to warn you.” You let out a light laugh, hoping it would ease some of the tension or make him smile. It doesn’t. 

“You should’ve.” 

“You wouldn’t have answered.” 

“You don’t know that.” His eyes soften as he speaks.

“Come on Bradley, it’s okay. I’ll stay out of your hair, we don’t have to do this,” you gesture at the space between you with your finger. “You should go, your friends are waiting for you. I’m headed back anyways.” 

He glances down at his watch, knitting his brow together. “Already? A little early for you, if my memory serves.”  He looks back at you, a small smile crawling across his lips. There it is. You push down the feeling of heat rising in your cheeks, your heart thumping in your chest. No. You won’t fall for it again. 

“I’m a guest, I have to be on my best behavior. Wouldn’t want to stand in anyone’s way of rising up through the ranks. Wouldn’t want to be a distraction.” The word tastes bitter as you say it, but it’s too late to take it back. His face contorts, twisting up with hurt. You know it’s a low blow. 

He sucks his teeth and nods, feeling the sting of your words. You watch him think over his next move, the deafening silence threatening to overtake the sound of the waves crashing on the shore nearby. His eyes glint under the moon, the low light turning them from deep brown to a sparkling amber. He sighs. 

“I can catch up with everyone tomorrow. Let me drive you back.” 

“I don’t know, do you think she can make it any further?” you tease, referring to his truck. He laughs softly and you’re surprised he hasn’t reeled back from you yet. Maybe he’d been wishing for a moment like this, too. Despite the awkward start, it feels natural – normal – to banter with him again. 

“Come on, she still runs like a dream. Get in and you’ll see.” He pulls his keys from his pocket, jangling them in the space between you. The tinkling metal sounds almost hopeful.

You want to say no, but he’s here – in front of you – something you never thought would happen, only hoped. So you don’t. You follow the pull of your heart, ignoring your mind yelling at you: no, no, no.  

The drive back to base is mostly quiet, neither one of you sure of what you want to say. It feels nice though, the silent familiarity. You watch him from the passenger seat, being careful to keep him in your periphery, not wanting to turn yourself to him and expose your desire to just drink him in unabashedly. His right hand rests firmly on the stick shift, while the left has a loose grip on the steering wheel, his fingers drumming a makeshift beat against the sunbaked leather. You remember when his hand used to rest on your thigh instead, his thumb tracing small circles over your skin. You hum at the memory, catching his attention, his eyes slipping from the road to you for half a second.

The summer night breeze blows through the windows, blowing your hair in all directions, that evening chill settling into you. 

“You cold?” Bradley asks.

You shake your head, teeth chattering. 

“Well that’ll give you away,” he taunts. He shifts in his seat, reaching behind himself in search of something. A few seconds later he turns up with a sweatshirt and holds it out to you. “Here.” He sets the bundle of fabric in your lap. 

“Really, I’m fine,” you insist. “We’re almost back, I can wait and borrow Natasha’s.” 

“Just put on the damn sweatshirt,” he sighs. 

You roll your eyes and slip the fabric over your head, the sweatshirt pooling around you, the sleeves dangling past your fingertips. You snuggle into the soft cotton blend, the familiar woodsy scent of his cologne mixed with the spice of his deodorant wafts around you, delighting your senses.

“Better?” 

“Mhmm,” you hum, breathing him in. 

“Don’t get any ideas about stealing it, I really like this one,” he glances at you, “almost as much as the one I know you still have.” 

“That jacket may or may not have been burned in a beach bonfire a couple of months ago.” 

“Shit, I was hoping I could get that one back.”

“Too little, too late Bradshaw.” 

He groans, the truck lurching to a stop as he pulls up in front of the building. He shifts the gear into park and cuts the engine, leaning back, his head hanging lazily as he turns to face you. His eyes light up at the image of you in his sweatshirt, damn, he missed that view. 

You start to take the jacket off, slipping your arms out of the sleeves, but he stops you, placing a hand on your bicep. 

“What? You want this one back, don’t you?” you mock, looking up at him.  

“Just, keep warm for now.” 

“Okay,” you say slowly, studying his face for an explanation. You come up short, unsure of what he’s really thinking. “Thanks.” 

There’s a beat of silence before you unlock the passenger side door and push it open, reaching back to unbuckle yourself, stepping out of the truck in one swift motion. Rooster just watches you, his head hanging low, his lips parted as if he wants to say something, but he doesn’t. 

“Well, goodnight.” You shut the door and smile, turning on your heel towards the building. 

“Hey, wait,” he shouts out the open window. You spin around, meeting his gaze, your chest lifting, that all-too-familiar feeling of hope fluttering in your stomach. “It’s good to see you, thanks for letting me drive you back.”

“Thanks for the ride, Bradshaw.” You return his smile. “And the sweatshirt,” you taunt, pulling at the fabric. He shakes his head. You spin back around and wave him off, the sound of his laugh muffled as his engine roars back to life.

Tag List: @arianna-bradshaw @n3ssm0nique @blue-aconite @supernaturaldawning @revolution-starter @saramaple @bittergomez @coco-loco-nut @unluckymonaghan @jointherebellion215

[lizortech]

tagged by my fave @thegunlady, here’s five songs i currently have on repeat:

1. last man in the world by the band camino

2. your needs, my needs by noah kahan

3. heartfirst by kelsea ballerini

4. halfway by twentylove

5. featuring mark hoppus by hot mulligan

honourable mentions go to: ceilings by lizzy mcalpine, anakin by the rions, dial drunk by noah kahan and hits different by taylor swift

[yelena-bellova]

Finally going through my tags and found this one!! Thanks for this one @buckychristwrites ❤️

rules: make a 24-hour poll with the names of your wips, let it run, then write one sentence for every vote the winner got.

tagging two of my fellow writers: @darkroastjoel @hopefulromances

[midnight-star-world]

#CountryMusic

MSR 11-19-22 Midnight Star Report 11-19-22

So today I will be bringing you the Top 20 Country Music Songs for the week of 11/19/22 with the help of both CMT (Country Music Television), the Billboard Country Music Airplay Charts, & even myself. So let's get started right now.

Number 20 belongs to Lee Brice who is dropping 1 spot this week - Soul.

Number 19 belongs to Dustin Lynch who is dropping 5 spots this week - Party mode.

Number 18 belongs to Carly Pearce who is new to the list this week - What he didn't do.

Number 17 belongs to Lainey Wilson who is new to the list this week - Heart like a truck.

Number 16 belongs to Kelsea Ballerini who is moving up 2 spots this week - HEARTFIRST.

Number 15 belongs to Ingrid Andress with Sam Hunt who are dropping 11 spots this week - Wishful drinking.

Number 14 belongs to Jackson Dean who is dropping 9 spots this week - Don't come lookin'.

Number 13 belongs to Kane Brown featuring Katelyn Brown who are moving up 2 spots this week - Thank God.

Number 12 belongs to Jordan Davis who is moving up 4 spots this week - What my world spins around.

Number 11 belongs to Nate Smith who is moving up 1 spot this week - Whiskey on you.

Number 10 belongs to the Zac Brown band who are staying in the same spot as last week - Out in the middle.

Number 9 belongs to Gabby Barrett who is dropping 1 spot this week - Pick me up.

Number 8 belongs to Luke Combs who is moving up 9 spots this week - The kind of love we make.

Number 7 belongs to Jimmie Allen who is moving up 2 spots this week - Down home.

Number 6 belongs to Luke Bryan who is moving up 1 spot this week - Country on.

Number 5 belongs to Bailey Zimmerman who is moving up 1 spot this week - Fall in love.

Number 4 belongs to Tyler Hubbard who is dropping 3 spots this week - 5 foot 9.

Number 3 belongs to Cole Swindell who is staying in the same spot as last week - She had me at heads Carolina.

Number 2 belongs to Thomas Rhett featuring Riley Green who are moving up 11 spots this week - Half of me.

Number 1 belongs to Morgan Wallen who is moving up 1 spot this week to regain the top - You proof.

And that's a wrap for the Top 20 Country Music Songs with the help of both CMT (Country Music Television), the Billboard Country Music Airplay Charts, & even myself. Thanks as always goes out to both CMT, & the Billboard Country Music Airplay Charts for doing their weekly Country Music Song Countdowns. And thanks as well goes out to you for taking the time to read this weekly list. See ya all next time.

[priochebun]

🎶✨when u get this u have to put 5 songs u actually listen to, publicly. then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool)🎶✨

Wahh~ first ask ^^ hehehehe

1. Heartfirst - Kelsea Ballerini

2. Maybe in Another Life - Caitlyn Smith

3. Everytime - Britney Spears

(A song where she actually gets to show her singing ability)

4. Happiness - Taylor Swift

5. Literally anything from the Cruella soundtrack<3

A landmark first ask thank you <3

[heartofindie]

Top 10 ✨ Week ending in 07/10

Hey everyone! This week’s top 10 is full of amazing songs! Taking the number one spot for this week is Scott McCreery with his song “Damn Strait.” Following right behind is Kelsea Ballerini with “Heartfirst” and in spot number 3 is Carrie Underwood with “Velvet Heartbreak.”

Be sure to vote for your favorites by emailing your votes to heartofindieradio@gmail.com

See you next week!

Check out this week’s playlist here: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/4K187ywe7yMUnifQvUr4Hj?si=ad84535349904818

[jansses]