#whilst screaming how much you hate the teams

[blingblong55]

Late-night needs- Price, Ghost & Rudy NSFW

A/N: I will never get over how hot Rudy's nose is in this picture

Based on a request:

-Phone sex with Rudy plz! - Any CoD man to the Badjhur audio of phone sex, pleasee -Hi Kasper i just want to start off by saying I LOVE ur fics and since i know you don't deny our requts can yoiu pleasee do Price and Ghosr to number three of the Kinktober event your doing? it can be separate and to an f reader. Thank you Kasper!!

F!Reader, phone!sex, smut, MDNI, 18+

A/N: This reminded me of Sweet by Cigarettes After Sex for some reason, not the entire song, obvi

He had been away for three months and lately, all the frustration started to build up, so, he called you.

Price:

It was late at night for him and your recent bikini picture had stirred some much-needed release for him.

He looked at your picture and began to stroke his cock but it was not enough so he called you, all you needed was to see through the screen the not-so-well-hidden tip of his cock.

"Hi, darling, I know, I know....yes my love but right now I need for you to obey, yes?...perfect."

He loved to command you, and he slowly made you touch yourself for him. His left hand held his phone whilst the other began to wank his ever-needy cock.

"Now, slaps your tits, love...oh yes...just like that," he had a grin on his lips. Enjoyed how he can be so far from you but still bring both of you pleasure.

He loves to watch you get absolutely destroyed and he also likes the idea of you recording yourself and fucking two fingers inside of you.

As you continued to show him your pussy, how you grabbed a dildo and began to fuck yourself with it, he began to moan, his head thrown back.

"Just like that, keep that up, doll," he said between groans.

One thing he disliked about his job is how anytime he needs a quick fuck you aren't around and hates how some men on the team have heard him wank off.

As you moaned louder, his seed fell out of his dick and onto his hands, creating a sticky white mess.

He loves to send you pictures, so once he hung up, he sent a video of his mess.

Playing with his own cum and then slapping his cock to the sides, knowing you'll call later for more of this fun.

Ghost:

He sends you multiple videos of his erection with texts that plead for you to answer his call.

Once you answer, he sets his phone up, sitting back on his chair and then watching as you play with your cunt.

His head rolls back and all that he can hear in his darkened room are your moans and his heavy breathing.

You try and get all angles for him, knowing that it's what he's needed.

"Fuck, lovie, moan more, let me hear your moans," his voice was deep and harsh.

By some point you take out the dildo that was his exact measurements, he knew it would come in handy when he was gone.

He watched you intently, a grin on his face as you screamed his name.

And he was proud that he trained you enough to only moan his name, even when he was far from home.

"Faster, let me see your tits bounce...yes...just like that, don't stop~" he moans and then as you whimpered, he nods. You cum on the dildo and he cums with you

His seed all over his fingers, he shows them to you, "look at what you made me do, R/N," his voice hinting at his smile.

Rudy:

It was rare for him to call but once he showed you his bulge, you couldn't resist and ended up helping him.

He was always so sweet, except for when it came to helping his erection, that needed immediate attention and a rough side of him.

You tased him, only for him to make you spank yourself hard.

He made you touch your thighs and then slowly remove your panties, leaving you exposed to the camera.

"I want to watch you as I stroke myself, princess," he ushers out. His strokes increase as you moan his name, screaming every now and then as you wait for him to let you come.

"Fuck, mi amor, just like that...oh yes mi princesa, you can take it." He moans and watches as you grind on the pillow, your tits bouncing and the vibrator making you scream in pleasure.

"Show me that pretty pussy of yours," he manspreads, his cock hard and the tip swollen. You fingered yourself on camera and he chuckles.

"Oh....aren't you candy for my eyes, mi amor," he spits on his hand and strokes faster.

His cum leaks everywhere and then, because he knows you like it, he licks his hands. "Taste yourself too, mi amor," he whispers and grabs his phone.

"aren't you an obedient little angel," he smiles and you lay in bed exhausted

A/N: no idea if this is HC anymore...ya girl can't sleep rn

Tags: @liyanahelena @sharkssharkssharkssharks @simpxxslutxx @thatgoblin @zensshawty @amygaster004 @jamesrifftapes @uvosbtccc

[nymphie66]

"God Bless America"

Part Two

Part Three

Author's notes: This is my first fic on this blog, so wish me luck.

Soldier boy x f!reader; Warnings: Dark fic, we're ignoring the roe v wade turnover, mentions of abortion, mentions of sex, mentions of cheating.

Description: You fall pregnant with your team member (boyfriend) Soldier Boy's baby. He's obsessed with you and would love nothing more than to lock you down in a suburban home. Unfortunately, you're a modern woman and fed up of his whoring ways - and a supe at that. So instead of panicking when that test comes back positive you decide to remind Ben of what freedom America has granted you

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Five times he had called you, and five times you had hung up on him. The wind was blowing in your hair as you drove down the highway, pop tunes blasting as you sang your wretched little heart out to them. You drove a classic open-top chevy, something that only Vought money could buy, the only upside to them exploiting your powers. The positive pregnancy test was stuffed in your bag, and you smiled as you remembered taking a picture of it and sending it off. It had been 36 hours since you went MIA, though Vought didn't really care, they knew a certain someone would sort you out.

That certain someone was desperately trying to get ahold of you, after receiving the picture of your positive pregnancy test and the words "guess you'll have to break it to your whores that you are more fertile than you think"

The other women meant nothing, Ben had assured you, simple blips in his dedication to you. You understood, to begin with, that he was a man with a large appetite, and you didn't mind. Your relationship had blossomed on this mutual understanding, that each had insatiable desires that sometimes required external satisfiers. That was until a few months in when Ben had restricted that understanding. Asked you to be his and only his. Which you complied with, as long as he did the same. And he did- or at least he swore he did. And you believed him, because who wouldn't believe America's golden boy?

You were happy, genuinely happy. Lost in the belief of love and adoration until you called Ben's hotel room and another woman picked up. Though after her voice all you could hear was your beloved's harsh scolding of her for picking up and the sound of a body flying across the room. That's when you knew, when the belief broke, and to think you had the test right there in your hands, that you were daresay excited over your next chapter with him.

He had always told you, how good you would look with his baby, how nobody else was worthy of carrying his child. You used protection, even if he didn't and were never worried that his lustful promises would come true. But then they did, nothing is perfect after all.

You threw the phone across the room, your abilities causing it to smash through the bedroom wall and then the next one. A heart once filled with joy and love suddenly soured into hate and revenge.

That's when you sent the picture and the message, and quickly hopped into your car, speeding down the highway, screaming to whatever heartbreak anthem was playing, your phone incessantly ringing.

Eventually, after perhaps the tenth ring, you decided to pick up, and in a sickly sweet - yet slightly psychotic, voice you answered him.

"Hello, Ben, Honey, whatever is the matter?'

"Are you fucking out of your mind woman!? Why the hell weren't you picking up!?" He was pissed off and that only widened your smile.

"So sorry honey, I was just preoccupied, you know its not safe to use a phone whilst driving."

"Well you better be driving your ass over here, we have much to fucking talk about."

"I would hate to third wheel though, I mean it wouldn't be fair to- ha! do you even know her name?" There was a silence which confirmed your suspicions, at least he had maintained that they meant nothing to him. "Anyway, I have to go I'm almost at the clinic."

"Clinic? You're going to get a scan? I want to be there I want to-"

"A scan?" You laughed cruelly, eyes on the road as you overtook various civilians. "No, no Ben, I'm getting an abortion, honey."

"The fuck you are that is my child-"

"And my body! Isn't it amazing what women can do in the modern age? As much as you can whore out your body to any woman with a pulse, I can get mine sorted out by a lovely doctor with a warm smile." You wish you could be there to see his face, as his world crashed down around him just as yours had moments ago. You knew how badly he wanted a child, how badly he wanted a child with you, and you could take that all away from him. "Just a simple procedure and our chemical mishap can be erased. God bless America."

"If you even fucking step foot in that goddamn clinic I will make you regret the moment you ever even fucking spoke those fucking words to me." Ben threatened down the phone and you felt a chill go down your spine, he was more serious than you were. But the enjoyment you got from tormenting him, from hurting him like he had hurt you outweighed any form of sense and you decided to take it a step further.

"Ben you're so right. I won't step foot into a clinic I swear." You put an extra essence of dumb innocence into your words that continued into your next sentence, ignorant of Ben's sigh of relief over the phone. "I'll just go to another man's bed - a real man's, and have him fuck that baby out of me.``

You heard a crushing noise before the line went dead, and you laughed happily. In reality, you had no idea what you were going to do with the foetus, but you knew that first, you had to get a check on your health. Who knew what you and Ben had created, hopefully, nothing like homelander but you wanted to check. Which was what brought you to a nondescript hospital, in an average town, and checked in under the boring cover name Vought had given you for such a scenario - that of needing medical attention whilst laying low.

The lovely doctor with the predicted warm smile told you everything was fine and that you were 12 weeks along, close out of the danger zone but not too far gone that certain options were ruled out. You could do whatever you wanted.

You thanked her and as you gathered your belongings, you couldn't help but put a hand to your abdomen. The thought of life inside you wasn't as repulsive as previously thought, in fact, the more you thought about it the more you assured yourself that you could handle a baby, Ben's involvement or not. You were going to keep the child - but he didn't know that.

Which is why when you left the hospital, you felt a sudden arm around your waist and cuffs placed on your wrists - power subduing ones, and you were quickly shoved into the back of the van. The encounter lasting no more than 20 seconds.

When you managed to look up at your assailant you weren't surprised to see him, Ben. His hair was ragged, his suit had evidently been hastily put on and his eyes were wild. It was one of the few times you actually found yourself scared of him.

You scampered to the back of the van, until your back hit its cool metal walls and there was nowhere else to go. Ben chuckled, darkly as he approached you, a lopsided grin on his face.

"I knew you wouldn't baby, I knew it." He said though it was more reassurance to himself than anything. You looked up at him with a fury, unwilling to submit to his arrogance.

"I still can Ben-" Your words were quickly cut off by his gloved grip around your neck as he hoisted you upwards towards him. You choked and pried at his hand, but it was no use. He was much, much stronger than you.

"It's cute that you think you have the privilege of free will in this situation." He laughed and he relaxed his grip on your neck, not enough for you to be comfortable but enough that his grip would still leave a mark. He jerked you closer towards him, your foreheads resting against each other. "I know I've been bad, baby, I do. And I'm sorry - you hear that? I'm fucking sorry. But I'm here now. Here for you, and for them."

With that, he placed his free hand on your stomach and looked down as he did it. A genuine smile on his face. You continued to struggle but you really were no match for him, not when you were like this. He looked at you and you tried not to recoil at his evident pride and satisfaction that he had you, right where he wanted you.

"We're going to have a happy family, baby. Just you wait."

[sc0tters]

All Bark No Bite | Ethan Edwards

summary: you and Ethan have disliked each other from the moment you met. so what happens when you connect with some old friends from high school that just so happen to be on the other team that send Ethan the wrong idea?

request: yes/no

warnings: sexual themes, p in v, thigh riding, minor mention of spanking, use of a Polaroid camera whilst having sex, swearing, use of the nickname brat and princess once or twice, use of y/n once too.

word count: 2.6k

authors note: wrote this last night after a rugby game, was running on three hours of sleep and pure excitement after the all blacks won… very much did love writing about Ethan and this was actually meant to be up yesterday but I literally got home at 1 in the morning. this request was highly detailed so I hope I did it justice!

You hated him.

Your and Ethan's little rivalry went back all the way to the first day of freshman year when he took your drink order at the coffee shop on campus because he had the same order and was late.

From that day on you hoped that he would rot in hell.

The hockey team were put in the middle of it all though when you joined the team as the new photographer. When you saw his face you were ready to quit, but you needed Coach Naurato's signature at the end of the season in order to pass the first year of your degree thus you stayed.

But that didn't mean that it was all cordial. The screaming matches you two would have were so frequent to the point where you two were not allowed in the same room together alone, not that either of you were ever going to complain about that.

So when you two hadn't said a single thing to each other in over two weeks, you were practically on cloud nine. You were at the top in all of your classes, you had a fuck buddy in Mark, and Ethan hadn't done anything to screw either of those two things up.

Ethan hated what you and Mark were, not only because of the fact that he said a wall with your bed buddy but also because the sounds of your moans had quickly become the only material he could use to jack-off to.

Just last night after hearing you leave the sophomore house when he dozed off to sleep Ethan was met with a harsh surprise, that was a dream about you.

He had to admit that he knew most of the image of you was true, he had seen your lacy thong that landed up in Marks washing and one time when you were in your office at the Yost you accidentally spilt a smoothie down your white shirt. Despite shutting the door, you had forgotten to shut the blinds by the window you had inside the office. That meant when Ethan walked past he was giving a front row seat to watch you get semi undressed. He knew it was wrong how his mouth watered at the sight of your blue bra but it just looked like it was made for your breasts.

Even though it was game day at the Yost, Ethan avoided you like the plague as he attempted to get that image out of his mind.

That's why it was so confusing to you when the conversation you were having with two of the Ohio state players was cut short by the Canadian. He had been glaring at the two boys unaware that you were catching up with them because the three of you went to high school together.

You wanted to slap that glare off of Ethan's face but as the players from Ohio were scattered around you knew that you would get in trouble if you did indeed hit him.

So instead when you saw he had his bag ready to go you dragged him to your office. It was far away enough from the main parts of the players areas so that nobody would hear you two.

You shut the door behind you and was ready to unleash your full fury at him "what the hell was that?" You both spoke at the same time.

Ethan was quicker to let out a scoff "you wanna tell me?" He asked taking a step towards you "fucking touching them like that." The boy added as you were now against your table as you tried to avoid being too close to him.

Yeah you had hugged both boys but that was because you hadn't seen them since the previous year "green is not a good colour for you," you pointed out with a laugh as he was acting rather jealous.

The comment made him roll his eyes "could you maybe not be a little brat for one second?" He cocked his head as he had now pushed you onto the table.

You knew that you were teetering on a fine line with him "what are you going to do if I don't?" The smirk was clear on your face and it only became more evident when his own facial expressions hardened.

He wanted to do it, he wanted to show you but Mark was acting like a mental blocker. Sure it was stupid but Ethan was a man of bro code "knew you'd be all bark and no bite." You mumbled shaking your head as you moved your hand to his chest to move past him.

That seemed to press the on button in the boys head as his hand cupped your cheek, and before you both knew it he was now kissing you.

It took you a second before you kissed him back causing what quickly became a fight between your tongues that you lost when Ethan placed a slap on your ass. The gesture was small but it brought a moan out of you and he felt it in his shorts.

The sounds that he had heard so much from the room next door was now right in front of him.

The Canadian pulled you towards the couch as he sat down letting you land on top of him "let's get this off of you," he motioned to the strings of your sweatpants as you nodded quickly pulling the gray pants off.

The boy looked at the sight as he released out a groan "look at you in these pretty little panties," he mumbled as he rested his hand on hip as he wanted to move your hoodie that was hiding the fabric.

As his fingers dug in that bone it caused you to grind against his thigh, eliciting another moan from you.

It caught Ethan off guard as he looked up at you "you like that?" He asked as he brushed the loose strands of your hair behind your ear.

You placed your hands on his shoulders "yeah," you moaned as you leaned forward to kiss him again.

His hands didn't let up as he continued to help you reach what you both hoped was your high "god you’re wet,” Ethan’s head fell back as the fabric on his thigh was quickly becoming soaked.

When his head dropped you took the opportunity to kiss his neck making the effort to draw hickeys on the area.

He squeezed your thighs as he moved his hand back to your ass to place another smack on it “been waiting to have you like this.” The hockey player confessed as he watched you smile.

It was a shit eating grin “you must have been so jealous of Mark then pretty boy.” You cooed letting out a sigh as your mouth formed an o shape.

Ethan scoffed at the mention of his housemate “that mouth of yours is going to get you in some hot water,” he warned as he pushed his lips into a thin line.

In the best of times you said some things that you probably weren’t meant to “it’s not like you’re going to do anything about it.” You teased, reminding him of what you had said earlier “all bark. No bite,” you pecked his lips between the two sentences as you bit the inside of your cheek trying your best to suppress a moan when the boy forced your hips into his thigh.

He knew he shouldn’t have reacted because you were simply trying to get under his skin “up,” Ethan placed you next to him on the couch as he began to unbuckle his pants.

You furrowed your eyebrows as you were left speechless “you got condoms princess?” The Canadian asked as he as he knew that he had none in his bag.

The sound of your laughter could be heard as you nodded getting up to grab the box that was in a drawer. Ethan thought that you had kept them because you and Mark had slept together before on this couch. When in fact one of the freshmen asked you to get him some once, not wanting to know what size Rutger was you just told him to grab what he needed from the drawer.

Ethan had kicked his pants off and had now caught the attention of your camera that was sat on the table next to the couch.

He met you in the middle of the room in nothing more than his boxers “let’s get this off of you,” the hockey player muttered as he tugged at the end of your hoodie. You lifted up your arms in an attempt to help his efforts “you knew you were gonna get fucked today didn’t ya?” He groaned seeing that you were in a matching set.

A smirk was evident on your face, “Mark usually fucks me real good after a big win,” that was the honest truth, Mark always landed up back in your dorm after a powerful team performance “lay down pretty boy,” your voice was soft as you sent him a smile.

The Canadian scoffed “what makes you think that you’re in charge?” He asked still listening to you.

He watched as you rolled the condom over his cock “thought brats always get what they want?” You showed him that you weren’t going to let him forget about what he called you.

You smiled as you straddled over his thighs using his cock to tease your clit before you slid onto it “fuck,” you groaned as his hands found their familiar home on your hips “taking me so well,” his breath was hot against the shell of your neck as he helped you fuck yourself on him.

The sound of skin slapping could have been heard from anyone in that hallway but thankfully all of the umich players were far too focused on celebrating the big win.

Ethan was bigger than Mark which was honestly really surprising to you because you always thought that the Canadian screamed small dick energy.

But as he managed to hit spots that Mark could only ever scratch “so good,” your eyes screwed shut as Ethan wrapped his lips around your nipple.

He sucked at your breast letting his hand massage the other one “E,” you moaned as your fingers raked through his hair slightly pulling at it “wanna take a picture of you,” you confessed letting your thoughts be voiced.

You were honestly surprised that you were able to form that coherent sentence as you could feel the coil in your stomach that was getting tighter by the second.

It was weird, usually your camera was only something that you used for the team on the ice or during funny moments. This was fitting under neither category “here I was thinking that I was the one with no bite.” Ethan watched as you reached over to grab the Polaroid camera that was next to your big camera. The boy was able to use this moment to fuck you at a different angle almost causing you to land flat on your face by the surprise movement “it’s my job to be the little shit,” you mumbled sending him a glare.

Ethan let out a laugh “sorry princess,” he apologised and attempted to make it up to your by leaving a trail of kisses from your jaw back down to your breasts.

As his face was nuzzled between the two you took the moment to take that picture letting out a whimper as he looked back up at you “my turn,” the hockey player reached out with one hand to grab the camera and used his other to rub his thumb over your clit.

Your head fell back and it caused him to get the perfect picture. As the piece of film came out he knew that the image of your scrunched up face trailing down to your breasts that were quickly becoming more visibly marked by the second was you to be one that was going to live in his wallet.

For safe keeping’s of course but also for a little bit of material that he could use as he pleased.

He liked how he was pulling moans out of your mouth quicker than he had ever heard Mark do it.

Ethan knew that it was wrong but subconsciously he had made a competition within himself to outcompete the boy that he had heard you with so many times already.

It was like if the Canadian could make you feel better than his Michigan born teammate then maybe you’d cut things out with Mark then.

Maybe even you’d pick Ethan up as a fuck buddy instead.

But he was pulled from his thoughts as you clenched around him practically sucking the life out of his cock as he was brought back to reality “you’re so good to me,” you cooed as the attention to your clit was bringing you ever so closer to your high.

He placed a soft kiss to your collar bone “you wanna be a good girl and come for me?” He asked just increasing the rate of which his thumb rubbed the sensitive nub as you began to bounce your hips against him.

The coil in your stomach was so tight that it almost hurt “fuck me wow!” You yelled as your whole body shook as you even felt the orgasm in your toes.

Thankfully for you the boy was right behind you as you throbbing and clenching around him spurred on his orgasm, causing him to mumble a string of so good as he helped you ride out your high.

You found the energy in yourself to move off of him as your body collapsed on the couch next to him but thankfully on the side that didn’t have the now fully processed photos.

Because we can’t have those getting damaged now can we?

Ethan smiled as he ran his fingers through your hair “we should go that again some other time,” he proposed causing you to let out a giggle as it was the first thing that he had said to you after sex.

You looked at him leaning in to peck his lips as you were still in that fucked out state “my pretty little brat,” the Canadian mumbled as he brushed your hair out of your face.

As you leaned forward to grab your hoodie his phone went off with a string of notifications “someone’s popular,” you teased sending him a smile.

Ethan let out a laugh “I could say the same thing to you,” he had a giant smirk on his face as he flipped his phone around to you.

Mark 🛑 you know where y/n is? saw you with her earlier

Your face turned red as you had totally forgotten about the fact that you and Mark were actually meant to do some work for a class after the game.

So you let out a groan as you tried to get up “I gotta go,” you announced as you pulled your sweatpants over your legs not bothering to find your panties as you figured that you could leave them as a memento for the Canadian.

You were grateful that you had a spare pair of slides in the office as you didn’t feel like putting on your airforces “you can let yourself out right?” You asked as you grabbed the photo of him and your phone.

Speechless all Ethan could do was nod.

He clearly thought that your evening went down worse than his did.

Maybe this wasn’t meant to happen again.

[vinvantae]

Unmasked

9/16

<<< previous part

Word count - 3.5k

Both Bahrain and Saudi Arabia were what felt like near perfect starts for the team - only Max outscoring you both in the second race of the season, so going into Australia you felt confident. You were hoping that continuing to perform like this, the team would finally break and talk to you about Thirty, and whilst that conversation was currently benched, you’d managed to get a 2-on-1 meeting with Mattia about you and Charles.

Sure the relationship was still fresh but you wanted to let him know sooner rather than later that their media co-ordinated relationship had turned into something more, that you had very real feelings for your teammate. The Monaco native kissed the back of your hand softly as you waited for the team principal to join you. “What do you think is going to happen?”

“I’m not sure, but they were the ones who put us together… so…” you giggled, leaning over to kiss him.

You heard the door open and close behind you. “Hmm, I had a feeling that was what this is about, your little show had become a bit too convincing.”

Your boss circled the desk and sat in his chair, clasping his hands in front of him as he studied you both - the way Charles’ thumb brushed over the back of your hand, the way you look more relaxed than you had in years.

“Well yeah, it’s kind of not fake anymore.” You chuckled softly. “And well, we’re not planning on breaking up any time soon so we wanted to know how you wanted to proceed.”

He pressed his lips into a line as he thought, eyes flickering between you both. “This is a conversation I’d already planned to have, as I said - your acting was getting too good. For now, we’ve decided to continue to use your relationship as a distraction from you being Thirty until we think of something else. While we know the media has zeroed in on you being a woman, the laundry list of potential candidates is still long and we’d like to keep you as close to the bottom as possible.”

“Speaking of Thirty, I-”

“We’re not having that conversation. Not now. Keep performing and we’ll have that meeting.”

Charles watched as your jaw clenched and you slumped back into your chair - he hated the way they were using your reveal as a carrot on a stick, encouraging you to keep racing. You were a talent without the blackmail, and it was frustrating to both of you; Charles knew he could try and step in and argue your case but Mattia wouldn’t hear a word of it without the rest of Team Thirty to back him up. He simply stood up and placed his hand on the small of your back as you both exited the room. “I’m sorry, mon amour.”

“I know, I know…” You sighed, looking up to face him. “Hey, at least they’re chill about us, right?”

Your teammate smiled softly as you lifted your hand to cup the back of his neck, gently brushing your thumb across his skin. His eyes flickered across your face before leaning in to press a chaste kiss to your lips. “We best get going, free practice starts soon.”

Once you stepped into the paddock again, you were fully clad in your racewear - bouncing a little on your feet as you tried to warm yourself up ready for the weekend to begin. As much as you didn’t want to let Mattia and the rest of the team hold your reveal over your head depending on your results, getting the job done was still important. You had a championship to win and with Charles currently ahead of you, everything was to play for.

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To say you were fuming was an understatement. After a piss poor qualifying and car issues putting you in 9th and hard tires relegating you to 14th at the start, you didn’t think it could get any worse. But with only the first lap of the race complete, you fucked it completely and slid across the track, off into the travel at the exit of turn 10.

You didn’t stay for a second longer in the garage than you had to, slamming the door of your driver’s room and screaming into a pillow. It was a stupid mistake, you couldn’t blame anyone but yourself for it - you’d gone too hot into the chicane and ruined your own race. You turned on the TV to catch the rest of the race, too nosey to not know how everyone else was getting on but it only frustrates you further.

The gap between you and Charles in championship only grew with your teammate getting his second win of the season, Max also not finishing the race. The Monegasque had 71 points to your measly 33 and you wanted to be happy for him, you did, but it was bittersweet watching him lift the trophy above his head and you hadn’t even finished the race, let alone got on the podium.

You watched with a straight face as he sprayed Carlos and George down with the champagne, his face a contrast to yours - a smile that would usually brighten your day but it didn’t help at all. Instead you opted to flick off the TV and flop back on your sofa - just letting your eyes closed shut.

However, getting a moment of peace was not to be when your handler and PR manager practically ripped the door off of the seams to come into your room, their faces paled.

“What? Did I do something wrong?” You frowned, sitting up.

“…we’ve got a problem.”

******

*****

This time in Mattia’s office, you were outnumbered. Charles was still down in the garage, celebrating with the team but you were being stared down by the team principal and the two members of Team Thirty who had burst into your room not even moments ago. The public reaction to you not being at the barricade to congratulate Charles was… negative, to say the least. It was the third time you’d not been there for his podium and despite someone posting a photo from your behalf on your instagram story showing you were watching from hospitality, it wasn’t enough.

His die-hard fans were starting to hate you. You weren’t good enough for Charles.

It wasn’t the effect on your mental health that this character assassination that Team Thirty was concerned about, it was the public reaction to you being revealed. All this was doing was making them question everything you’d been working towards.

“I’m not sure how you expect me to be in two places at once.” You grumbled. “Sure, today I could’ve been there but the first two races I was with him on the podium.”

“We know.” Your handler sighed, the last few months had aged him - the once jet black hair he sported now featured more than a few greys and his frown lines had deepened. “So, we’ve always tried to avoid this but, if you both finish on the podium in the next race, we’ll have to bring in a body double.”

You frowned. “…how’s… in what world would that work?”

“At Imola, the cars will be parking on the track at the end of the race - and whilst Charles is talking to the press, we will get you inside, changed and out the front while your double goes on the podium.”

A groan left your lips and you ran a hand over your face. “Why don’t you just let me-“

Your handler agent slammed his hand down on the desk, making you cower back in your chair and the two other men in the room’s eyes widened. “Everything is on the line, y/n, don’t you understand?”

He didn’t give you even a second to protest before he seemingly magicked your contract out of thin air and placed it on the desk in front of you. “We have done nothing but try to protect you, why can’t you see that? This contract was put in place to make sure you had a racing experience without the stigma of being a woman… revealing you now? After all this negativity about you being Charles’ girlfriend?”

The man tutted and leant in closer, and you swallowed heavily - your breath caught in your throat as his dark eyes flickered across your face. “You have no right to fight for a reveal after your piss-poor performance today. Charles is a race winner, you haven’t won us a championship in years… you’re lucky to even have a seat.”

Mattia and your PR manager stayed silent, letting the words hang heavy in the air - you wanted to fight back, give them a piece of your mind but you couldn’t help but think he was right. Instead, you simply excused yourself from the room and went to the last possible place they would think to look for you and thankfully, the person you were hoping to see was standing right outside.

“What do you mean you lost her?” Charles frowned, stood in your driver’s room with your handler who was pacing nervously. He’d come up to check on you after your DNF to make sure you weren’t blaming yourself too hard but instead he was met with a very stressed looking staffer.

“We had a bit of a disagreement and I haven’t seen her since.” The man admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. “And it would be too suspicious if I put out a MIA memo for some random staffer so we’ve just had people keeping an eye out.”

Your teammate shook his head. “You are unbelievable, mate.”

Before the staffer could get another word out, Charles left the room - he couldn’t even call you, your phone was currently stuffed in his pocket after he saw it left on the side table in your room. He could feel the panic bubbling in his chest as he walked through the paddock, every flash of red catching his eye. Clearly, he wasn’t doing a very good job of hiding his stress because more than one person tried to stop and ask him if he was okay and as much as he was grateful people seemed to care, you were still at the forefront of his mind. Where the hell were you?

He was moments away from shouting out your name when a firm hand was placed on his shoulder - Charles turned to say he was fine but when he was met with the dark eyes of Carlos he simply frowned. He felt himself deflate, his eyes desperate as he looked at his rival.

“She’s with Max.” He said quietly, and almost immediately Charles could feel his heartbeat ease. “Because the last place people would think to look is with Redbull, no?”

“Did you see her? Is she okay?” His volume matched the Spaniard’s as they walked in the direction of the Redbull Motorhome, noone batting an eye at the two drivers chatting away - nothing out of the ordinary. “How did she even get in wearing her kit?”

Carlos shook his head. “I didn’t see her, Max texted me that they were together so I don’t really know how or why she’s in there but I saw the panicked look on your face and guessed you didn’t know either… definitely won’t be able to sneak you in.”

The Monegasque nodded. “Can you tell her I’m out here… please?”

The Redbull driver gave him a gentle smile and another friendly pat on the shoulder before disappearing inside the navy blue motorhome - leaving Charles feeling very out of place standing outside of somewhere he definitely shouldn’t be. Thankfully, he didn’t have too much time to overthink before you stepped out of the motorhome, still clad in your Ferrari polo. He took your biceps in his hands and studied your features, eyes puffy and nose as red as your team wear- those bastards.

The driver pulled you into his chest and pressed a kiss to the top of your head, shielding you from prying eyes. Max wasn’t too far behind you, a sorry smile on his face. “Thanks for looking out for her.”

“Wouldn’t hesitate.” The Dutchman said. “But, you might want to get her out of her before too many people notice.”

Charles’ nodded and guided you out of the paddock, doing his best to keep you tucked into his side as to avoid too many prying eyes. Unlike other races, he simply waved at fans - allowing you to keep your head ducked down beneath your Ferrari cap as you head to the carpark, still not speaking a word. It wasn’t a comfortable silence, Charles could feel the weight of it dragging you both down. He locked eyes with Sebastian across the parking lot and the older driver gave him a concerned frown as he watched the young Monegasque help you into the car.

He waved his phone a little at Charles and the Ferrari driver nodded before slipping into the driver’s seat. Charles would be sure to ring Sebastian later but right now you were his priority - you sat slumped in the passenger seat, playing with the skin around your fingers. He’d seen you defeated before but there was something else going on here, he could just feel it.

“Y/n…”

“Can we just get out of here?” You finally met his eyes as a single tear rolled down your cheek. “Please.”

He didn’t even hesitate, driving as quickly but as safely as he could back to the hotel - ushering you into your shared room where you didn’t even hesitate to yank your polo over your head and throw it across the room before dropping to your knees and sobbing into your hands. You felt an intense guilt about breaking down like this in front of Charles when he’d such an amazing weekend - you felt like you were taking away from his accomplishments.

But when you felt his knees brush yours and his strong arms wrap around you, you simply melted into his chest - gripping onto him for dear life as you cried. You felt so betrayed by your team, you’d given them years of your life and your handler had just thrown it back in your face like it was nothing.

“Cherie… talk to me.” He whispered, rubbing his hand up and down your back.

You grumbled into his chest. “I-I… your fans hate me. So if… If we get on the podium in the next race they’re swapping me with a body double so I can meet you at the barricade. Like a good girlfriend”

Charles scoffed, pulling back to take your face in his hands, brushing his thumbs across your cheeks to wipe away some of the tears. “That is a whole new level of stupid… why can’t they just bite the bullet and-”

“Because they’re trying to protect me.” Your tone was mocking. “Because I’m not fucking good enough anymore, Charles.”

He went to speak but you shook your head and stood up, grabbing a T-shirt from your suitcase to change. You let out a pained laugh, running your hands over your face before putting the shirt on - hands shaky as you worked on the button of your trousers. “I should be grateful I even have a seat, they said… so, maybe there’s no point revealing me because by the end of the year I’m not going to be here anymore anyway.”

“Hey.” Charles grabbed at your wrist a little - you didn’t look up at him. “Don’t let them get in your head, y/n. You’re a champion… they’d be absolute fools to even think of letting you slip through their fingers.”

Your teammate could tell their words had really impacted you, your quiet thank you wasn’t convincing as you gently pulled your wrist away from his grasp. “You should call Sebastian, he’s worried about you…”

He pressed a chaste kiss to your forehead. “I’m here for you, okay? Don’t shut me out.”

“I know, I know… I… this just hurts. I at least thought they had my best interests at heart but…”

You sighed and Charles simply nodded. “I know, Cherie. They’re idiots. We’ll get you out of this soon, I promise.”

This time your thank you seemed genuine as you kissed him, a gentle smile on your face - you were eager to believe him but remained cautious. Simply getting out of the rest of your uniform and slipping into bed, the other driver not far behind. “How did you get into Redbull anyway?”

“Max just took me in, no questions asked… I honestly think he could get away with anything.” You chuckled softly, propping yourself on your elbow to look down at your boyfriend. “He didn’t even hesitate to help me, I almost feel bad we’re going to absolutely destroy him in the championship.

Charles laughed, a playful twinkle in his eyes. “There’s my girl. You do still need to call Sebastian though before he hunts us down.”

“I know, I know. I just have to be careful about what I say to him or else he’ll fly out to Italy early to burn down the headquarters.” Your cheeks flushed a little, reaching over to your nightstand to grab your phone; dialling the German’s number. “Hey Seb.”

“Hey kid, how are you doing?” His voice was gentle, you could almost picture the softening of his eyes. “You looked pretty down.”

“That’s a nice way to put it.” You laughed weakly, eyes flickering across Charles’ face. “I don’t think my reveal is going to happen any time soon…”

There was a shift in his tone of voice. “What? Why? Do you need me to go down there myself and talk to them because I will-”

“I’m not performing well enough, and the public opinion of me is apparently bad because I’m not greeting Charles at the barrier…” You explained, letting the fingers of your free hand trace across the skin of Charles’ jaw. “I’m actually worried that I won’t have a seat at all at the end of this year if I don’t start winning races.”

“Y/n, if Ferrari let you go then other teams would fight to the death for a chance to have you… they’re not idiots. They’re just threatening you so you keep feeling loyalty to them and honestly? I’m starting to doubt they deserve it.” The soft tone of his voice had returned, you could hear him chopping up something in the background. “If you’d let me, I’d like to sit down with you and go through your contract. See if we can find anything, not only as a GPDA rep but as your friend.”

You took a deep breath, your mentor always knew exactly what to say. “Thank you, Seb. I’d like that a lot.”

“Okay, well, I’ll let you get some rest. Say hi to Charles for me… he’s a good kid, I’m glad you found each other.”

Charles watched the corner of your mouth tug up into a fond smile - your eyes sparkled at the German’s words but he couldn’t hear them. “Me too. I’ll see you in Imola. Bye Seb.”

“What did he say that got you smiling like the… what's the expression… the cat that got the milk?” He hummed, making you giggle softly.

“Close, it’s cream not milk.” You said, voice fond. “He’s gonna go through my contract with me, see if there’s anything in there we could use to help me… there… there has to be something, right?”

“I really hope so… We’re gonna figure this out, okay?” His hand came up its home on your jaw, the warmth of his touch soothed you - you pressed a gentle kiss to his palm. “Me, you, Seb… Max and Lewis if it comes to it. You deserve to be celebrated.”

Charles simply let you draw shapes on his face, his chest, his neck as you studied him intently - the sunset slipped through the gap in the curtains illuminating the greens and blues of his eyes like the swirls of a watercolour painting. A beautiful ocean brimming with life and warmth, inviting you to dive in. You weren’t afraid of drowning in them, you felt safe as he looked right back at you, the gentlest smile on his face.

He observed you for a moment longer before leaning in and pressing a meaningful kiss to your lips, one you hoped would cement his words and it did. You felt more in that one kiss than any other you’d shared, any doubts you had about his feelings for you seemingly melted away in that moment. You were falling for this boy, hard.

If there was one good thing to come out of the mess that Ferrari was orchestrating; it was him.

And you were starting to think, maybe, just maybe, he was worth every second of it.

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Fluff Alphabet | Jude Bellingham

Halloween fluff alphabet Jude Bellingham This took me so long, please reblog and comment on it and I will do more fluff alphabets. Hope you like it!! Word Count: 2,300 AUTUMN - Autumn was your favourite time of the year, you loved the cold weather and getting to curl up on the sofa with a good book, a hot chocolate in your hands. With Jude laying beside you as you cuddled up whilst he was watching TV. BLACK CATS - "You know black cats are unlucky if you see them" you told him as you were watching the tv show which had black cats in. "Is it? I thought that was a joke"he laughed. "Well I'm pretty sure it is, unless I made it up" shrugging away. "No it is true, just googled it. It is unlucky, so let's not get us a black cat. I don't fancy being unlucky"

COSTUMES - You and Jude were invited to the local Halloween party, you wanted to have matching costumes with Jude. You decided you would dress up as the characters from IT. "You look amazing, we do make a good team. Look kind of sexy you know" you blushed under your red face paint. "Judeeeee, shhh" you let out a giggle as you walked into the party with all eyes turned to face you. DARKNESS - You hated the darkness, you were always so scared of it especially at night time when you were going to sleep. You always had to have a light on or having a gap in the curtains open so you could have some sort of light coming in which Jude usually disliked. "Jude it's so dark in here, please have a bit of light in here" you sighed as you made Jude turn the lights on. "Are you expecting the monsters to come in at night, I can protect you" Jude wrapped his arms around your waist as you breathed in his aftershave. EYEBALLS - You were in the mood for pranking Jude, you had created some fake eyeballs after finding an amazing tutorial on how you do it. "These eyeballs are disgusting" you grimaced as you put them in his coat pocket. "So ready to go out?" he asked as you slipped your shoes on as he put his hand in his coat pocket. "What the fuck?- no I'm gonna be sick is that slime. AN EYEBALL??! you are for it you know, wipe that smirk off of your face" you laughed as he held the eyeball in his hand. "Oh am I? like my masterpiece I made these and you'll find them all around the house" you teased. "You better not have put one in my shoe" you shrugged. "Have to find out won't ya" you winked. FILM NIGHT - You had so many Halloween films that Jude had yet to see, you had told him that he needed to be educated in films. “If they are scary I’m going” he laughed as you got the popcorn out ready to watch all the spooky films for the evening. "Just wait and see, we have a whole day to watch them" you grinned as you snuggled up and watched film after film. GHOST - Sitting in the house on Halloween night, the house was quiet and alone as Jude was in the opposite room playing FIFA as usual. Whilst you were reading your book, you felt a cold breeze coming in as you shivered, slightly confused as there were no windows open whatsoever. Next thing you know is you felt something touch you, as you screamed and threw the book up in the air Jude ran in the room. "What's going on? are you okay?" he asked you as you shook your head. "There's a ghost here" you shouted as Jude bit his lip and tried to stop himself from laughing. "You are joking I promise" he teased as you rolled your eyes straight at him. HAUNTED HOUSE - Dragging Jude to the local haunted house. "It is freezing in here, hold my hand tightly so you don't get scared or get lost" you laughed as you knew Jude was worried just as much as you were. You held it tightly as you got jumped out yet again by the staff at the haunted house. "Needs to stop doing that" you laughed as you clutched your chest as you were scared. "We aren't coming to this again, my nerves can't take it" you smirked.

INSIDE - The house was now looking all spooky, you had fluffy pumpkins everywhere as well as the ones you carved. The house was looking amazing. "I love the mini ones, they are cute" Jude smiled as you carried on putting the final touches to the decorated house. It was looking absolutely perfect and just how you wanted it.

JACK O'LANTERN - You had finished putting the final touches on the jack o'lanterns, they were looking absolutely perfect now and you had put the small candle tea lights in the pumpkin as they were lighting up. "I love them, you are so creative" you grinned as you put them out the front door as you wanted the children to see them and hope that they would look inviting to the trick or treaters.

KILLER CLOWNS - "We are not putting that clown film on right now, don't expect me to sleep a wink tonight" you screamed out as you hid your face with the pillow as you could hear the theme tune. "NO NO NO" you screamed as Jude touched your arm. "You love the clowns darling, I'll protect you" he tried to flirt with you. "No we aren't doing that as I will not be watching this" you screamed out as he tried to flirt his way out of trouble as he turned the film back over.

LANTERN - The house was pitch black, the worst time for the power to be going off. Luckily you had a lantern from a while back and you decided it would be the best time to use it. "Pass me that, I need to go and see if I can get the lights back on" he asked as you handed it back to him. "Be careful, I don't trust you to do all that shit. You aren't grown up just yet" you smirked. "Good job I can't see that smirk on your face" you rolled your eyes. "And that eye rolling too" he screamed out as he walked away with the lanterns.

MAZE - "No not that way, that way" you pointed forward as Jude stood with his hands on his hips. "No it is that way surely?" he laughed as he pointed in the opposite direction. "We are going to get so angry because we aren't going to get out of this maze if we carry on" you laughed as you wandered around yet again. "Yeah I don't fancy sleeping in the maze because we have murdered each other as we can't find our way out" you teased. "Yeah let's try and get out" you smiled as you headed out, well attempting to get out.

NIGHT - All you could hear was little children screaming as they were running around as they played out in the streets all dressed up. "This is so lovely, like a dream to be here with you and I just can't wait to do that with our little one whenever we go and have one" you smiled as you cuddled him as tight as you could. "I can't either, this sounds so perfect" Jude grinned.

OWL - You were laying in bed, seeing the bright moon as you couldn't get to sleep. All you could hear was a bird, it was playing on your mind and that was all that you could hear. Jude was peacefully sleeping beside you whilst you were wide awake, you huffed as you looked outside and heard the owl making the noise you'd heard all night. "What's up?" Jude whispered as you moved in the bed as you heard the owl making the noise. "I can hear an owl all night and it's super spooky" you mumbled as you tried to rest your head down again.

PUMPKIN PICKING - You had told Jude so many times how you wanted to go to the pumpkin picking patch, he moaned each and every time you mentioned it. You just knew you had to get that annual yearly photo even though you didn't need or want a pumpkin. But it was tradition, to make Jude put his shoes on and listen to him get all muddy for a matter of five minutes. As long as you got a cute photo you put up with his moaning.

QUEEN - "You are the queen of Halloween" you turned around as you saw Jude smiling as you had completed your 30th Halloween makeup look. You had started so many looks, you were just so excited at how this one turned out. "Aww thank you babe" you smiled as he had to pull his phone out as he took a photo of you as you were dressed as queen of hearts. "You are just incredible" he muttered as you took some more videos to upload to social media.

RIP - The amount of films you watched, the more you didn't get scared. But whenever there were gravestones involved, you hated it. You got so scared. "Why do you put these on when you don't even watch them babe" Jude asked as you rolled your eyes without even lifting your eyes off of your phone. "I am, I don't like these scenes you know I hate it" you muttered. "Halloween sometimes is just a little scary and throws me off a bit" you whispered as you gulped loudly. "Oh I am sorry you feel like that. let us put something more cheery on" he mumbled as he paused the film.

SPIDERS - Whenever there was a spider in the house, you tried to get Jude to get them down and out of the house. But Jude didn't like to tell that he absolutely hated spiders as well, hiding his pain as you both ran around the house as the spider was practically tormenting you both in your own home.

TRICK OR TREATING - You and Jude were going out with some of the boys children, Jude was desperate to take them trick and treating. Think he was more excited than they were. “You know those sweets are supposed to be for the children and not you, not sure you can get away with being a child” Jude turned and shrugged. “With my boyish young looks, I’ll always get away with it. Anyway I have to test them out just in case they are poisonous you know” he smirked. “Oh course you do” you laughed as he ran along with the children.

UNEASY - Halloween sometimes made you feel so uneasy, you were slightly nervous about going to this party as you absolutely hated the theme for some reason. "You'll be okay I promise angel, I am here with you" he whispered as he held your hand as tightly as he could as he could sense how you were feeling.

VAMPIRE - "I want to suck your blood" Jude whispered whilst you were making your dinner. "Don't be doing that whilst I have a knife in my hand because you most certainly will be doing that" you clutched your chest dramatically as you dropped the knife. "Rude babe, right shall I make dinner?" you nodded at him as you turned and faced him realising that he had fangs in. "Where do you get these things?" you laughed as he leaned in and kissed you as he tried to bite your lip with his fangs.

WAND - "Where did you get that?" you asked him as he waved his wand at you. "Oh you have always wanted to wave your wand at me" you winked. "You saucy devil you" he teased. "So why do you have that?" you asked him. "When I went to Harry Potter world I bought it, so I am going as a magician when I have our next party" you simply nodded as you just ignored him as you still had no clue he even had that wand.

XYLOPHONE - As you walked through the maze you heard the music being played. "No that is too much" you cringed. "I feel like we are in our own film that is so creepy" you laughed as you held his hand tightly. "That is so strange, I don't like it" you grabbed his hand as you tried your hardest as you made your way out of the maze as fast as you could before you could go and grab some food.

YOU - Your fourth Halloween with Jude, getting to experience one in Birmingham, Dortmund and now in Madrid. You were so lucky that you got to explore with your favourite person, you were just so happy with him. "I love doing this with you" you kissed his cheek as you posted pictures of you in all your Halloween costumes throughout the year. "I do too baby" Jude smirked as you got ready to come for your next party.

ZOMBIE - "Do you believe in zombies?" Jude randomly blurted out as you were driving him to training one morning. "Huh?" you turned to face him as the lights were changed. "Do you?" he asked again. "Not something I really think about on a normal day to day basis to be honest Jude, but i don't think I do" you replied. "Oh right? well I do and I think I'll come back as a zombie" he smirked. "Oh shit, I better say that I believe it now. I don't fancy getting taken away by a zombie" you teased him. "You do come out with some strange shit" you giggled to Jude.

[polarisjisung]

cherry flavoured

15— SWORN TO SECRECY

SYNOPSIS: y/n, the campuses notorious heartbreaker, had never been one to settle down, running from the word commitment since the concept had first been introduced to her, but one smile and a little cherry coke seems to do just the trick when she runs into captain of the dance team, park jisung

PAIRING: dancer!jisung x fem!reader

WARNING: swearing, gaslighting

NOTES: formatting this chapter has been an absolute nightmare and the written cut dont even get me started 👺 I wanted to improve it but I'm so sick of rewriting this chapter that I've given up 💀

jisung had noticed the unusual glossiness of her eyes the second he saw her, her nose slightly pink as she sniffled in the cold. he chooses to stay quiet, noticing the deep breath she forces herself to take before a smile takes over her features.

y/n was dressed appropriately for the weather in a white oversized jacket and matching skirt— something new to her usual basketball uniform or casual jeans and whatever top she could find combo. it was different, a good kind of course.

"you look gorgeous" he said

really jisung thought she looked a lot more than just plain simple gorgeous but the fear of messing things up before their date even began was far too strong for him to speak otherwise

"you too, living up to your name i see pretty boy"

jisung stifled a laugh, though his smile grew wider and his gums were on perfect display, hands gripping the wheel tightly in front of him

the car ride itself was quiet, too many thoughts flooding each of their minds to even consider conversation, but when they found themselves amidst the lights, stood at the entrance of the winter fair, conversation fell upon them with ease.

"should we go on that ride" jisung doesn't know why he suggests the ride he dreads most first, a roller coaster that spans half of the park with way too many twists and turns to be considered normal and a couple upside down moments that had his stomach flipping even whilst stood on the ground— pointing towards the queue with a slightly shaky finger

y/n gulps, "sure" suddenly regretting her choice of the city fair for her first date, although there were a thousand other stalls and much more tame rides for them to go on, she didn't want to disappoint the boy who walked beside her by saying no

the queue for the ride is comparatively short, and suddenly the two find themselves in the next group to go on.

the redhead let's her eyes trace up to latch onto the boy's, his jaw clenched when a tight lipped smile made its way onto his face, noticing how she stared his way

the uncertainty in her eyes doesn't go unnoticed by jisung as she let's her gaze flicker between the loop de loops of the roller coaster and his warm toned eyes, he smiles, more fully this time

"you don't like roller coasters do you love?" a breath of air that she hadn't known she was holding in presses past her lips, she nods, unsure

but jisung lightly holds her arm to guide them away from the rush of excited children and couples behind them, running past the now open gates of the ride to get the best seat, and towards the centre of the park

"I'm glad" he says before y/n can mutter out the apology already resting on her lips, "I don't either" he hesitates, "actually I hate them"

There's a moment of silence before the both of them break out into fits of laughter, relief washing over the two, the screams of fear and terror ringing in the air behind them, regretful eyes staring at them, who had made it away from the deathly ride just in time.

"how about we go on this one instead" this time y/n follows jisungs finger to the smaller, less overwhelming ride that causes excitement to bubble in her chest, nodding eagerly at the sight of the short queue before grabbing his hand in hers and running towards it, cute

somewhere between then and their small walk to the funnel cake stand, jisung let his hand envelope hers, interlacing his fingers with her contrastingly cold ones as they walked through the fair ground

"I've always wanted to have my first date at the fair" she sighed, letting the cool air hit her slighlty puffed out cheeks, content written over her every feature

"how come?" jisungs one hand is stuffed into the pocket of his coat, the other occupied by y/n's

"they say it's good luck" she shrugs, "apparently there's one night a year where if you come to the fair on a date, you'll never know heartbreak again" she laughs, jisung raising a brow at the odd action, a constant with the unpredictable girl beside him

"you don't believe it?"

"well not exactly, but it's more fun to believe these things are true than to waste too much time sulking that they aren't" she straightens up at the site of a warm cake being offered towards her by the lady behind the stall, quickly thanking her before focusing her attention on him again

"I heard the whole park is meant to be devoted to the architects first love" jisung takes a hold of y/n's purse subconsciously, as she offers a piece of the cake to him, "that's why they hold the fair here"

"its nice to know people arent afriad to be in love" y/n smiles, barely finding the conversation awkward and jisung hums in agreement, stripping off his jacket, unknowingly pulling the girl away from the spiral of thoughts she'd been heading down as he offers it out to her

"you're shivering" he chuckles, placing it over her shoulders, to which she thankfully beams up at him with another smile

"won't you be cold?" jisung shakes his head at the question.

he lied, there was no way he wouldn't be cold, but he didn't mind, besides he didn't get sick easily, and he knew y/n did, another fact she'd let slip somewhere during their hangouts that jisung had made a mental note of, like with most things she'd said

she was unpredictable to anyone else but jisung was beginning to hope that wouldn't be the case with him

he barely notices the way she's crouched down now, eye to eye with a teary eyed girl who desperately clutches a fluffy unicorn in her right hand, and wipes the tears running down her cheek with her left, hopeful eyes locked with y/n's

"are you lost?" the little girl nods between sobs, struggling to breathe as she chokes back on the salty droplets falling from her eyes

y/n's lips protrude into a small pout "who did you come with?"

the little girl mutters something under her breath and when y/n turns to look at jisung, she can only confirm that neither of them could understand what she had said.

a familiar voice echoes behind the two, desperately shouting, assumably in search of the young girl who had clasped y/n's free hand, running back to the blonde boy who she recognised as her older brother

jisung easily takes notice of the way y/n freezes, unmoving for the few moments after she realises who it is stood to her left, jaw slack before she clenched it shut

despite the lingering taste of cinnamon sugar on his lips jisung felt his mood turn sour at the sight of choi jiung, gripping y/n's hand more firmly and walking away before the choi could even thank them, though jisung half expected that wouldn't have hapenned in the first place considering the sinister smirk that lined his lips

"you okay love?"

she nods, not so convincingly, but enough for jisung to loosen his grip slightly

"I wasn't expecting to run into him is all"

"do you want to sit down for a bit?"

y/n shakes her head, tilting to face the ferris wheel behind them

"how about we take a ride?"

if he could blush, jisung knows he would've, though the cold doesn't let him and all he can do is nod

anyone knew what reaching the top of the ferris wheel meant, but jisung could only fiddle with the rings on his fingers, watching the fairground from above, and finally turning his gaze to y/n, who's eyes shone down with such warmth, his jacket still resting over her torso

"thank you" she whispered, leaning forward, pink lips teasingly waving in front of him

"why are you thanking me love?"

"for today, this was my first date ji and I'm glad it was with you"

jisung smiles, proud that of all her firsts in life, he'd gotten to be her first date, and he knew, he'd like to be her last too

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[theemporium]

Could I possibly request a number 46 smutty fic with Charles leclerc 👉👈 loved your Daniel fic!!!

thank you, darling!🖤this was meant to be a blurb and became 1.3k but enjoy!!

46. "leave the heels on"

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It was funny how quickly you could go from hating a person to fucking them. 

Or maybe when it came to Charles Leclerc, it was really fucking realistic. 

Securing a position as a team member in the infamous Scuderia Ferrari quickly out of university wasn’t something you expected to happen, and yet it was just how your life seemed to go. A handful of interviews and silent prayer of thanks for your supervisor pushing you to take up Italian classes to improve your resume, you found yourself working with one of the biggest and most historical teams in motorsport history. 

And eighteen months after joining the team, you finally got upgraded to join the team as they travelled from city to city with each and every race. 

That was how you came to learn that you and Ferrari’s golden boy did not get along. 

At all. 

The team found it endearing: the quarrels and arguments, the scoffs and eye rolling, the fact neither of you could stand to be alone with each other for longer than two minutes but always found your way next to each other. 

You found it to be the biggest pain in your ass. 

But being a part of the Scuderia Ferrari team meant more than late meetings and travelling the world. It also meant fancy events and over-the-top galas you were constantly having to show your face at. 

Deep down, you hated them. The dressing up in pretty dresses and glam makeup was fun the first few times, but now it just felt like a chore—all for you to stand around the bar abusing the no-limit drinks and get through a handful of awkward conversations when most people at these events just wanted to talk to the drivers themselves.

“A pretty girl like you shouldn’t look so sad.” 

The accent was thick and very Italian, the smile was something quite like charm and mischief and you were pretty sure he was just a guest. But hey, the gorgeous man in the three piece suit seemed like a far better way to kill your time than sitting at the bar alone. 

“What are you gonna do about it, handsome?”

But what you didn’t seem to notice was the piercing eyes of Ferrari’s number one trophy glaring at you from across the room. 

Now, Charles wasn’t stupid. 

Did you irritate him beyond measure? Yes. 

Did you make him want to rip his own hair out? Also yes. 

But were you also one of the most beautiful people he had ever seen in his life? Unfortunately, yes. 

Maybe that was why it pissed him off so much, why you pissed him off so much, because half the time he wasn’t sure if he wanted to tell you to fuck off or to just fuck you. He was left in some weird internal battle that drove him crazy, and usually you were the person on the receiving end of his shitty moods and snide remarks. 

And whilst the driver knew you were in no way, shape or form his, it didn’t stop the burning bitter feeling bubbling in his stomach. It didn’t stop him from downing the rest of the overpaid champagne in his flute and slamming the glass down with little care. And it did nothing to stop him from striding across the room towards you and the mystery man who was all over you, giving you little chance to say anything before he was tugging at your hand and pulling you towards the valet. 

Hissed sneers and bitter words were passed between you, which quickly became hard, sloppy kisses and wandering hands underneath clothing. In some daze of lust, want and anger, you had made it to an apartment—undoubtedly his apartment—and despite your racing heart and the voice in your head screaming this was a bad idea, you didn’t want to stop. 

“Leave them,” his voice was rough and a little husky, matching the darkened look in his eyes as he watched you from the end of the bed. Your dress was pooled at his feet, your hair was sprawled out around you from where you laid on his bed and your hand fell back to your side when he spoke. 

“Leave what?” you asked because you were a little shit, because you wanted to hear him say it. Your body hummed and sang to reach out, to touch him and undo the buttons and see the skin you caught glimpses of during race weekends. But your ego was winning out. 

“Leave the heels on, cherie,” he muttered as he shrugged off his jacket, tugging at the stupid bowtie he was forced to wear and shedding off his shirt as effortlessly as a drunk man trying to restrain himself could. 

“This some weird kink of yours, Leclerc?” you commented teasingly, watching with your painted lips tucked between your teeth as his shirt fell to the floor, his belt following and the unbuttoned trousers he had yet to take off tempting you. 

“Acting like you don’t like it?” he retorted, grinning a little at the way you fell silent as his fingers glided over your heels, along your calves and up your thighs until you were spread for him. 

“Are you going to do anything or just stare?” you muttered, your voice a little breathier than you would have liked. “I had a willing partner before you dragged me off, Leclerc, it would be a shame for this night to be a disappointing performance from you.” 

His eyes gleamed with the challenge. “Pick a number.” 

Your eyebrows furrowed. “What?”

“Pick a number,” he repeated, hooded eyes falling to the apex of your thighs as his hand reached out towards you, his thumb pressing against your clothed clit. 

Your breath shuddered. “Four.” 

“Four,” he hummed with a low chuckle, one that felt mocking and twisted but still made the coil in your lower stomach tighten. “Such a low number, not very ambitious.” 

Four. 

Fucking four. 

As it came to be, that would be the number that haunted you for the rest of the night in the best way possible. Whatever snarky remarks or digs you took at Charles, they would quickly fall flat when the boy had you shaking and moaning and begging, when he had you so fucked out that you couldn’t even bring yourself to care about stupid rivalries or the teasing comments. You just wanted him. 

“Please, please, please,” your cries muffled against the pillows, your hands clutching the sheets of the bed and your body jerking with every thrust of hips. “I-I can’t—”

“Can’t what?” Charles hissed between clenched teeth, his fingers digging into the flesh of your hips so hard that you knew there would be bruises in the morning but you didn’t care. Not when his cock was hitting spots inside you that you didn’t even realised made you feel this good. “Can’t give me one more, baby? You’ve already been so greedy, already came five times.” 

You choked out a sob, one hand reaching back for him. “Charles–”

“Shhh,” he cooed mockingly as he reached towards you, your body pressed against his chest and his hands on your hips guiding you back onto his cock. “You sound much less annoying when you’re moaning my name, cherie.” 

“Fuck,” you hissed, eyes clenched shut as your head lulled back to rest on his shoulder as his fingers brushed against your swollen clit. “Charles, I can’t anymore, I-I can’t—”

“One more for me, baby, one more,” his lustful words slurring together as you clenched around him, a sound deep and guttural escaping his mouth as he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck. “Shit, so good for me.” 

Maybe fucking someone you hated was easier than either of you thought.

And maybe it was going to become a more recurring incident than either of you ever considered.

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[the-guilty-writer]

Death by a Thousand Cuts

Request from anon: Spencer x daughter!reader (like 19/20) after the JJ confession she like storms into the BAU to confront her and basically is really mad that she told him that whilst married

“He told me, about the date. I was too young but I just remember him crying.”

“You don’t get to do that, you don’t get to choose when he matters to you and when he doesn’t. You don’t get to tell him something like that knowing you have a family and he only has me. It was a shitty thing to do. You’re so f****** selfish”

Sorry I went off I just hate that scene it was so pointless hahha

But I need some protective daughter!!!!

Spencer Reid x daughter!reader

Summary: After you hear about JJ's feelings towards your dad, you tell her the truth about how you feel about her too... and it's not friendly.

A/N: This is basically just the reader yelling… I’ll let you guys imagine how the conversation afterwards might go (this will not have a part 2). I changed the dialogue a bit to have it make more sense but kept it the same for the most part. This is also unintentionally Taylor Swift inspired. The lyric just fit so I put it in.

CW: Spoilers for S15, swearing, reader is kinda really mean to JJ (it's understandable thought)

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Trying to find a part of me you didn't take up Gave you too much but it wasn't enough But I'll be all right, it's just a thousand cuts -Taylor Swift, Death by a Thousand Cuts

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It was a conversation that you were sure you weren’t supposed to hear… honestly, it was a conversation that your Aunt Penny wasn’t supposed to hear either. You were on your weekly phone call with her when she told you about it… what JJ had said to your dad. Well, she didn’t exactly tell you as much as you could tell something was off and then you pressed until she spilled.

At first you had kept your composure- simply saying goodbye to Penny. You’d driven peacefully from your college campus to the BAU. You were pleasant while going through the security check. It wasn’t until the elevator indicated you’d reached the sixth floor of the building that your vision went red, anger burning inside you like a fire that was burning at the edge of its confinement, blood boiling in your ears.

You stepped out of the elevator and went straight through the glass doors, not even bothering to say hello to Agent Anderson as you passed him in the hall. The team was in the bullpen, all at their prospective desks, calmly working on files when you marched your storm of anger right through the office.

“You bitch!” Your voice was filled with fury as you seemingly hurdled yourself towards JJ’s desk. “You selfish little-”

Luke grabbed you hard before you could swing your fists in the direction of the blonde woman you once would have trusted with your life. You strained against the man holding you. The sounds of voices filled the bullpen and agents were getting out of their seats but no one bothered to reach for a side arm. You weren’t a real threat.

But you didn’t need a gun to kill someone.

“(Y/N)-” Your dad’s voice stuck out to you. “What happened?”

You looked at your dad for only a split second before turning your head to meet JJ’s gaze. Both of you knew what happened. You stopped your struggle against Alvez and he loosened his grip, letting you go, but your eyes never left JJ’s.

“If there’s something you need to talk about, you can do it in my office,” Emily offered, but in your feeling of anger you didn’t want help from the woman who faked her death, leaving you and your dad to mourn her only to find out she was alive seven months later.

“How could you?” The fury was beginning to taste bitter with sadness. “How could you do this to my dad? How could you do this to Will and Henry and Micheal-”

JJ cut you off. She was calmer than you, but just as loud. “You don’t get to bring my family into this-”

“Yes I do!” you screamed. “Because I actually give a shit about people! Because for ten years Will took care of me while you guys were out on cases and Henry brought me to show and tell as his older sister when he was in kindergarten and my name was one of Micheal’s first words! So yes- I do get to bring your family into this because I care about them. I care that someone loves them because that’s what they deserve! They don’t deserve to have a wife and a mother who tells another man that she’s always loved him- especially when that man is their godfather! You don’t get to say things like that when you had the chance to do it fifteen years ago!”

JJ’s eyes were filled with tears. Her voice was meek as she spoke. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Oh really?” Your laugh was humorless and dry. “Because I do. I was only four at the time, but he told me about the date. I was too young to understand what was truly going on but I just remember him crying. You had your chance, JJ. You had a choice and you decided against my dad. He’s always cared about you. You could have at least told him that he mattered.”

“Your dad matters to me-”

“No!” you cut her off this time. “You don’t get to do that- you don’t get to choose when he matters to you and when he doesn’t. You don’t get to tell him something like that knowing you have a family and he has me. It was a shitty thing to do. You’re so fucking selfish. You hurt everyone who cares about you and you don’t even see it because you’re too busy making sure everything goes the way you want it to. Fifteen years ago you made a choice and you sure as hell don't get to go back on it and damage everyone around you, especially not my dad.”

The bullpen was silent, the venom in your words lingering in the air. Having said what you needed to, you turned away and walked back towards the glass doors. Before you pushed against them, you stopped and turned to glance back.

The entire team was staring at you, utterly bewildered by the events that had just transpired. The only one who wasn’t looking at you was JJ- her eyes averted from the person who had called her out on all her bullshit, every mistake she had made, every insecurity she had now out and open for everyone to see.

And some malicious part of you was happy she was in pain.

“You know,” your voice was calm now, “my mother was a bitch, but at least she was kind enough to break my dad’s heart and leave. But you, JJ? There isn't a single part of our family- our lives- that you didn't touch. You've taken everything and it's stil not enough for you, so the rest of us have to suffer death by a thousand cuts.”

Without another word you pushed open the doors and left.

[lilacfiresoul]

slap, april 5 -- @jegulus-microfic -- 971 words

feat. regulus being distracted by james at quidditch. i mean, who can blame him?

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The only thing on Regulus’ mind is that Gryffindor cannot win this match. He doesn’t care if they win against Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw later on; it’s just that Regulus absolutely refuses to lose to James Potter of all people.

Lurking on the edge of the quidditch pitch, Regulus watches the game play out below him, scanning the area for any glimpse of that shiny gold ball whizzing through the air. But all he sees are the red and green colours of the quidditch uniforms as the Gryffindors and Slytherins dart about, accompanied by the blurs of whizzing bludgers, hit by beaters, and the quaffle passing between hands. No sign of the snitch at all.

Gritting his teeth, Regulus sits back on his broom, trying not to get irritated as Remus Lupin, his brother’s boyfriend and Potter’s friend, calls out another score for the Gryffindor team. He glances at Barty, who’s expression is thunderous, offended at the applause that erupts from the Gryffindor stands, beater bat clenched tight in his hands.

And then his eyes latch on Potter, who’s positively grinning, because Regulus has no doubt that he was the one to score that goal. Regulus wants to slap that smirk off his face. He hates it—how James practically radiates cockiness, arrogance, superiority; how a slight curve to his mouth in Regulus’ general direction makes Regulus lose his train of thought, simply as if the tracks his train was running on hadn’t been built yet; how, and he’s convinced about this, James does it more because he knows the effect it has on people.

Regulus, as much as he’d like to be, and tries so hard to be, is not immune to James Potter’s charm.

Barty’s teased him for it multiple times, from knocking the handle of his broom against Regulus’ if he’s been staring too long whilst they’re waiting for the field to be free, to making comments about James’ body under the quidditch uniforms, sly smile on his lips as Regulus glares at him. It’s uncalled for.

Speaking of Barty—below, he whacks a bludger with such force that the crack resonates throughout the pitch. It goes whizzing toward a Gryffindor chaser, who’s soaring determinedly toward the Slytherin goal post, clipping the back of her broom, causing her to drop the quaffle. A resounding cheer comes from the Slytherins.

“Looking for the snitch, Black?”

Startled, Regulus whips his head to the side, scowling when he notices James gliding up next to him. He flies so easily, almost as if it’s no effort for him. To be honest, Regulus thinks he flies the same, but seeing Potter do it, too, is annoying.

“Shouldn’t you be scoring, Potter?” he bites out, looking away before James can dazzle him with that stupid, idiotic, infuriatingly sexy smile.

“I think we’ve got it until control,” he says confidently. “You seem to be, unfortunately, on the losing side.”

Regulus rolls his eyes, snapping, “And you think that automatically means you’re going to win, do you?”

“You tell me,” comes James’ smug reply.

Still scowling, Regulus looks back at him over his shoulder, giving the Gryffindor chaser a once-over, before raising unimpressed eyes back to James’ face, where a—for fuck’s sake—smile is twitching against his lips. Against his permission, Regulus feels himself getting hot, a flush creeping up the back of his neck.

If he could strangle his broom, Regulus’ would be dead with how angrily he’s gripping it, his knuckles white like he’s holding on for dear life.

A loud cheer from the Slytherin stands eclipses Remus’ voice as he announces, “10 points to Slytherin.”

Regulus smiles triumphantly. “Well now we’re even.”

“For now,” James replies, and for a second, his gaze flicks only slightly to the right of Regulus’ ear, before it snaps back to his eyes. “You still haven’t found the snitch.”

“Neither has your seeker,” Regulus retorts. “So you’re really not as far ahead as you think—”

“Black!” someone screams, a loud, frustrated scream, and Regulus flinches, almost falling off his broom. He steadies himself just at the right time, breathing heavily. James, seeing Regulus is alright, straightens on his broom, as if he were going to try and grab Regulus before he fell.

Giving him a weird look, Regulus peers down to where Barty is, because it was his voice that was calling at him. “What?” he screams back.

His best friend is waving his arms frantically and pointing, and Regulus squints at him. If he starts to make fun of him and Potter together …

Then he hears it. A low, flickering sound, and immediately, he swerves to track it. Blazing like a small sun, Regulus spots the snitch hovering behind him on his right, its delicate filigree wings fluttering.

But just as he’s seen it, it’s off again, and Regulus stares after it, momentarily frozen. Until the red and gold robes of the Gryffindor seeker zooms past him, and he snarls, giving chase. He thinks he hears James laugh behind him, but he’s not sure.

“Looks like the two seekers have found the snitch,” Remus declares. “It’s going to be a tense battle to who wins the game. James, I think I speak for the whole of Gryffindor house when I say you should’ve distracted Regulus more.”

A roar of laughter meets Regulus’ ears from the stands, and his gaze darkens. He vows, as he and the Gryffindor seeker close in on the snitch, to never let James Potter’s smile distract him again, especially during a quidditch game.

Naturally, of course, it does. Even stars in space can’t compete against the light of the sun forever.

[blingblong55]

Obedient thing-Alejandro Vargas NSFW

Based on a request: Pet play with Alejandro 👀 --- F!Reader, MDNI, smut, 18+, pet play, dom!Alejandro, Sub!reader, rough!sex --- A/N: not too smutty but hope you like it and its an HC

Absolute fan of you riding his thigh as he keeps you collared to the leash he wraps around his calloused hands.

Can't convince me this man doesn't occasionally put you on a naughty step when you don't wear the pink panties he commands you to wear

He loves to have you sit on his lap when the men of his team are around and likes to parade you around like the pretty pup you are.

One time he had to bend you over his lap and choke you by the pink diamond collar because you were too needy that day

Another time he made you cry whilst slapping your ass over and over because you played with yourself without his permission.

He likes to breed you, cum inside your pretty cunt and whisper how pretty you'll look with a belly of his kids

Makes you wear tight dresses when out so everyone can see the bite marks on your thighs.

He makes you wait on your knees for him by the door or at times he makes you stick your tongue out whilst on your knees so he can cum in your mouth.

Your collar has 'Princesa' on it or if you have been naughty he takes it off your neck and denies all your pleas.

He hates to see his pup cry so he rewards those needy tears with kisses and cuddles.

When you are sick though, you are the centre of his universe, never lets you out of his sight and takes the collar off so he can kiss your neck and cuddle you.

Best believe that there are days when he makes you crawl around the house for him. After all only good girls listen to his every instruction.

Always makes you understand that you are his and his only when he makes you ride him.

No one can tell me that this man's favourite position isn't cowgirl. He loves to watch you play with your tits as you ride him.

Your ass has his mark mainly because when he takes you to the beach, all men and women know that you are owned by someone.

As much as he loves to fuck you senselessly if his pretty pet uses her safeword, this man is the most gentle human ever!

One time he made you scream out his name whilst he spanked you and also made you kiss him saying how much of a dirty slut you were.

It's rare, but he LOVES to make you wear a skirt and no panties on and wants to know that if you were washing the dishes, he can bend you over and fuck you from behind.

Not once has he ever gone over the board, he knows what triggers you and what are your turn-offs and I best believe he will never ever touch those subjects.

"Say it, mi amor, say who owns you." his fat cock deep inside your drenched cunt.

Fucking him has always been the best, that's why at the moment you are getting fingered and thrown around the bed. "I said, Dont. Fucking. Disobey. Me." he bites your inner thigh, your pink collar on the ground, your ass all ready and raw. His spit is already mixed within your cunt. You cry and beg. "You know you can stop it, you fucking whore," he chokes you with his bare hands, his cock now back inside of you. Your drool all over his hands and face. Mascara-stained tears smeared on your face. The pretty skirt and shirt you wore ripped and on the floor. All your holes getting abused by his meaty cock.

Tags: @liyanahelena @alxexhearts @saoirse06 @simpforfic @warningofeve

[kyushiblast]

Hiii !

May i ask for some jealousy with (separate) team star x reader ? Like their s/o is being close with someone else, or just general thoughts about it. I lack originality but there’s sooo little stuff with them

Only take the guys if all five are too much

Most importantly, have a good day ‼️

⤷ 〝 hit up. 〞

➞ pairing : giacomo , ortega , atticus , mela , & eri x gn! reader

➞ summary : team star reactions to someone hitting on you.

➞ genre : fluff

➞ cw / other : slight cursing

➞ a/n : i cannot DESCRIBE how hard i mentally screamed when i saw mela for the second time playing through pokemon violet. like please , she’s not the fire crew boss for nothing

❝ giacomo ❞

— ★ really pissed off.

— ★ of course, he’d probably try to hide it from the other person—scoffing and glaring at the other whilst behind you.

— ★ i kind of imagine him, if it were in a private place, to be blasting music anytime the other would talk just to annoy them more.

— ★ if the other tries dissing his music, he’ll probably break a fuse—especially if it was dedicated to you. but then he’ll calm down, because if he’s ever learned something from bullies, it’s that all they want is a reaction to their taunting.

— ★ doesn’t care how loud he yells in public unless it makes you uncomfortable.

— ★ giacomo would roast the person in return, hook his arm around your shoulder, and amble off with the middle finger up at the person just to spite them.

— ★ and despite looking all tough and whatnot, he’d still pleasantly kiss you on the lips afterward.

❝ ortega ❞

— ★ will roast the heck out of the other. when i tell you he is the most mischievous, best representing with a shit eating grin i mean it.

— ★ the other person’s flirting with you? get FLAMED by ortega. and he’s not even the fire type crew leader, but he is going to be ROASTING the other like there’s no tomorrow.

— ★ “sorryyy, i would battle you, but my pokémon tend to get bored in the middle of battles with low-life losers like you,” he’d say.

— ★ will cling to your arm subconsciously, pissing off the other more. and if you’re able enough, he’ll want a back ride right in front of the person.

— ★ and then after, when the person leaves as a wreck from ortega’s sharp remarks and lines, ortega would probably wave bye to them saying something like: “byee, cya never!”

— ★ finally, he’d pepper your face with kisses no matter how dorky it looks.

❝ atticus ❞

— ★ the calmest of the bunch.

— ★ will be polite with a slight twinge of annoyance in his voice.

— ★ if the person doesn’t leave, he’ll start becoming more annoyed. but since he’s not the type to stir a scene, he’ll just tenderly take your hand and walk off with you.

— ★ if the person follows, they’re just asking for trouble. POKÉMON BATTLE TIIIIIME

— ★ after drenching them with a poisonous defeat, he would say in his own atticus way that the person needs to move on.

— ★ then he’d start thanking you for not going with that other person and he’ll vent about how he hates when people are like this.

— ★ expect more scheduled dates after!!

❝ mela ❞

— ★ hot tempered. would accuse the other of trying to steal you away before stating that they have no chance.

— ★ no mercy whatsoever, except maybe for a little pity glare that screams “go away!” to the other if they seem apologetic enough.

— ★ will walk in front of you and hold out her arm protectively—maybe out of habit in her earlier years—even if you’re perfectly capable of defending yourself.

— ★ she’s dominant in the conversation. will barely let the other talk. the only thing she’ll gladly hear is their apologizing for hitting on you and/or admittance that they’re no match for her.

— ★ after, she’s miss mean-but-with-good-intentions again! she’ll tsk and deny everything if you tease her.

— ★ expect random acts of kindness after.

❝ eri ❞

— ★ the nicest. she’ll politely explain that you’re spoken for and ask for them to stop.

— ★ and if they don’t? then she’ll step it up and insist more. will point towards a pokémon battle.

— ★ she’s extra set on doing her best, especially since if she loses she’ll lose her pride of being strong for you. her pokemon seem to sense that too.

— ★ after, if she notices that the pokemon of the other seem to have a close bond to their trainer, signaling that the person’s not as bad as they show but just desperate, she’ll hype ‘em up saying something like: “i’m sure there’s someone out there fit for you!” but if it’s the opposite, she’s going to be naturally cold to them.

— ★ and as the other slumps away, she’ll hug you and ask if she did well.

— ★ she’ll take you to eat somewhere afterwards.

work of kyushiblast , please do not translate , copy , or repost here or on any other platform !!

[hannahlovesluca]

| the fic no one asked for but i had to write

| warnings: lots of cursing, reader is part of ILUNA

“i’m just going to stand over here alone..” Rosemi states, your character following behind hers “What did you say? your mic is dank as hell.”

Before Rosemi even has a chance to respond, a snowball is thrown directly at your characters face.

You didn’t even have to think to immediately know who it was.

“LUCA!” You scream whilst pressing shift and running over to him and punching his character repeatedly in the face.

With each punch, you say one word.

“eat. my. balls.”

As you were doing this, Aia jumped atop of Luca’s head and her characters body went lip.

“AHAHHAA SHE DIED!!” Luca howls, punching your character.

And behind you both, Vox and Alban are slapping each others butts. Typical NIJI collab, right?

“I need to watch a YouTube tutorial for how to live life.” Kyo’s disembodied, dank mic says whilst running past you.

The only thing you can hear (that actually makes sense) is Luca’s maniacal laughing and telling Fulgur about how Aia died.

“What’s the matter with you, Baby?” Fulgur asks Luca.

“Nothing much, hegh..”

Your character runs up to Luca’s and punches him once.

“Hey girl, sorry we couldn’t skype tonight. but, thats alright,” Luca pauses, punching your character, “see you tomorrow, girl. good night.”

Thats the last thing you hear before your screen fades to black and the first game starts.

The first game is the snowball fight.

You get placed on Red Team, and immediately start bunny-hopping around and throwing snowballs at the other team.

And, eventually, you hit Ike, and right before his mic cuts out you hear,

“FUCK YOU Y/N L/N OF NIJISANJI EN’S-”

You immediately burst out laughing, your model ceasing to move on the bottom right of the screen due to how hard you were laughing.

And as you were laughing, you get hit in the head with a snowball.

You’re not even mad though, it was too funny.

And as this game comes to an end, you’re brought back to life due to your team having won that game.

You’re still laughing as the next game starts, but it starts dying off as you analyze what game it is.

Crusty Rocks.

Within seconds, your character hops from one sinking rock to the same one as Fulgur.

“Hey, Y/N, friends right? You wouldn’t hurt the birthday boy?”

“No, never. Why would you think that?” You say before pushing him off the rocks a few seconds later.

Fulgur, not phased, just tells his chat: “Eh, I didn’t trust her anyways.”

“Anyone who betrays me I will never- AHHHHH-” Rosemi screams as her rock starts sinking down, you immediately start laughing before jumping over to her.

“Hi Rosemi-sama..” You say, punching her character once to greet her, but not push her off.

“Hi Y/N-san… you’re not gonna kill me, right?” She says, sounding slightly worried.

“Of course not, you’re my wifey, Wosemi-sama….”

You say before hitting her character once again, luckily, just before she lands in the ocean, she somehow manages to jump onto a nearby rock.

“EVBEBEHEU PLUCK YOU Y/N!!”

You start laughing maniacally once again, hearing Rosemi keep on saying the word ‘pluck’.

You watch as Nina dies at the last second, having been deserted far away from the others on a single rock that started to sink.

“Oh God, chat. I don’t think I’m going to survive TanTan.” you say, chuckling whilst the next game boots up.

Ike Eveland [NIJISANJI EN] 🔧: i hate you.

Fulgur Ovid [NIJISANJI EN] 🔧: So do I, Ike. So do I.

“Hi Fulgur, Hi Ike.” You say whilst readjusting your headphones. “Sorry for killing you both.” You say before winking and the round starts.

The first thing you hear is Luca’s chuckle as the round starts.

“Alright mate,” He keeps saying in an overdone Aussie accent.

“I actually had a nightmare about TanTan last night,” Vox says to no one directly. However you heard it.

“Please elaborate, Vox.” You say, confused whilst chucking a snowball at TanTan.

You hear Millie screaming in the background as she had not realized you needed to jump over the shock waves TanTan sends in order to survive.

“Well-” Vox starts before he gets hit in the head with a snowball. “You guys are so funny, YOU’RE SO FUCKING FUNNY-” you don’t hear the rest of Vox’s sentence as you had bunny-hopped too far away, hoping he wouldn’t figure out that you were the culprit.

However, you are able to hear when he screeches (screams?? idek know what noise he made) so loud that you’re genuinely surprised his microphone didn’t implode.

It’s only you and Luca left before Luca hits you in the head with a snowball, your body going limp afterward.

“OH YOU MOTHERFUCKER YOU THINK YOU’RE SO FU-”

You mald, aware he can’t hear you anymore.

Ike Eveland [NIJISANJI EN] 🔧: what you get LOL

“Shut up, Ike. Aren’t you streaming anyway? Why do you have mine opened?”

In a matter of seconds, Ike sends another message.

Ike Eveland [NIJISANJI EN] 🔧: not streaming. am i not allowed to support my kouhai?

You’re caught off guard by Luca screaming about how much he loves crab before the screen switches over to the theme music and Luca dancing violently.

As it switches back to the lobby, the first thing you hear is your genmate Kyo saying:

“Y/N should have won.. Luca you have some sort of rich super-power.”

You fake tears and say, “My genmate, Kyo Kaneko, loves me??”

“Don’t push it, bitch.”

[oakwave]

Van palmer x reader- tensions rising

Warnings: nothin just a little smooch 16+ babes

Description: enemies to lovers vibes

Words:1200

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Hates a strong word and not something I use for just anybody but I do hate one person and that's Van palmer. Her stupid ginger hair and freckles haunt me in my dreams,not at all attractive! Making cringy movie references every time anyone says literally anything, it's sooo annoying! Not at all interesting or cute! But I deal with it for the good of the team, the only thing more annoying then vans movie references is the constant bickering when your trying to play a game of football. Of course I never start it, Van hates me as much as I hate her, if not more so. Me and Natalie are in the locker rooms getting ready to play when Van and tai start snickering as us before barging into me as they walk past, "bitch" I mumble as she moves away from us. "Why do you two hate each other so much anyway, it kinda came out of no where" Natalie speaks. She's kinda right me and Van used to be friends, not even that long ago before she started acting all mean and better then me, i actually started to like her before all this, I assumed it was because she got friends with tai and I became friends with Nat so she just didn't need me anymore but really I'm not sure. "I don't even know she just hates my guts" I reply sounding slightly sadder then I meant to, i dont really want to let Nat into the labyrinth that is mine and vans relationship. "Yeah I'm sure" the blond speaks back sarcastically, looking at me curiously. " guys come on your late!" Jackie shouts through the locker room, saving me from Nats interrogation.

Everyone gathered round coach listening to him tell us about how practice was gonna run, doing a skirmish (meaning a practice game) so we get put into two groups, unfortunately me and nat got split up and she was on vans team, meanwhile tai was on mine. We all got into position and coach martinez blew the whistle. We'd played for a while when I got the ball I'm on attack so I ran with it getting into the box and getting ready to strike, I pretended to kick the ball one way, leading to van leaping towards that side, before moving  and hitting it in the other side of the net, successfully scoring! Everyone on my team ran towards me and cheered whilst tai rolled her eyes and Nat smiled at me. It was all going great until a certain redhead started screaming about how I'm a "fucking cheat" and cant play soccer. Usually this wouldn't have bothered me but come on she's been bitching all day, I walked over to her before saying "god sore looser much?" To the very angry goalie. She started toward me "oh yeah well at least I'm not the one who cries whenever she gets out on a team without her fuck buddy" she screams, making me confused as Nat and Lottie came between us, coach blowing the whistle loudly to get our attention. "Y/l/N, PALMER GO GET CHANGED YOU'RE DONE FOR THE DAY UNTIL YOU CAN WORK AS A TEAM" he booms.

I sigh before heading towards the locker rooms, Van trailing behind me. When we get through the doors I can't help but ask "what did you mean back there about the fuck buddy thing?" I question directed at the red head sat on the bench. "Oh what you think no one can see what's going on between you and Nat" she spits. "Huh?" I say starting to giggle, does she think there's something going on between me and Nat? "We're just friends, honestly" I say. " and for the record I don't cry when we get put on different teams, I just don't like being put on a team with people who hate me with no backup". She looks up at me, now it's her turn to question " your seriously just friends? And what do you mean people who don't like you, has someone said something?" she starts becoming almost protective. "Yeah you Van, and taissa. You've both been pretty mean to me you know". "Yeah well you haven't exactly been the easiest to deal with either", now I can't really argue with that. " okay fair, what even happened to us, we used to be like best friends" I say, feeling a little sad that the girl whom I not only loved as a friend but I really started to like more then that. " I didn't think you like me anymore and to be fair you did kinda replace me with Nat" "not really you kinda replaced me with tai, and anyway didn't you think Nat and i where dating or even just fucking, can I not be friends with you and someone else, or better yet fuck someone else; that's not even interfering with us or our dynamic" i state laughing a little, did she really think I was replacing her?. She stares at the ground before opening her mouth "y/n" she whispers, "Van" I whisper back smiling at her before realising she's being serious. She stands and come closer to me. "I couldn't be friends and think you where messing around with someone else, I got jealous I'm sorry. I started being mean to you because of it and that wasn't fair." She stops and I start to take everything she just said in "I get it if your mad I should've just told you I liked you or kept my feelings to myself and dealt with them this wasn't on you" she finishes. "Van I-I like you too, I was mean to you in retaliation, I didn't want to like you when you where being all sucky" a smile creeps up on her face, "I was kinda sucky huh", "oh absolutely" I state giggling at her. She comes closer to me and holds my waist, I look up at her, resting my hands on her shoulders. " how about we try this again?" She says smirking, "I'd love that I say"closing the gap between us, her soft lips meeting mine. We walk backwards a bit until my back meets the cold metal of the lockers, making me sigh a bit, our lips never leaving each other. Vans hands start to explore my body, untucking my shirt before making their way up my rib cage and meeting my bra. I tangle my hands in her hair, making her groan. "AND here I was thinking you two hated each other" jackie shouts down the locker room, alerting us of her presence and making us pull apart (reluctantly). I wipe my mouth quickly, Van doing the same, feeling my cheeks burn up. "Coach sent me here to make sure you two hadn't torn each other apart, looks like I got here just in time thought right?" "Okayyy enough" van replies going red herself. "Anyway now you've put aside your differences and seem to finally be 'working as a team'" she states using air quotes, " you can come to the last half an hour" Jackie finishes. "Cooool" I say, secretly wishing me and Van could finish what we started. And begin to follow her to the pitch, Van right behind me, both still red, exchanging a final glance.

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Helllloooooo, this one's a little spicier then the last. Let me know you're thoughts requests are open!!! <3.

Part 2 here

First time publishing on tumblr any tips or recommendations welcome <3

Please don’t copy any of my work as it is my own and it is copyrighted thanks xxx

[mopeymi]

You Have Terrible Morals and Obligations - Soap/Ghost

Official Part 3

TW: Cursing

Soap saw it coming. The day Price would call them into his office and announce what he so dreaded hearing. He just didn’t think it’d be today, exactly a year from when he joined the Task Force and first fist-bumped “The Ghost’s” shoulder. Exactly a year from when his life would change for the better and he would be surrounded by people that genuinely loved him.

Gaz sat to his right, eyes scanning the files on Price’s desk with evident alarm.

“Boys,” Price sighed as he leaned forward, throwing a file their way. It had a red, stamped ‘classified’ on the side, “That’s the official report. I’m sure you know what it is.”

The room was silent. Gaz and Soap could only stare at the Manila folder, both afraid to pick it up and read the information.

Everything felt distant. Like that feeling when you’ve had one to many and life feels meaningless. In that folder sat the final report for Ghost: MIA is what they put down. Missing In Action.

Ghost; Hardened, capable, trained, MI-fucking-A. Soap wanted to cry. To kick and scream and throw things. They could’ve done more if Price had given them the chance. There was a reason they were a part of an elite Task Force and it wasn’t to sit around whilst a team member’s life is -was?- at stake.

Soap knew not to be angry with Price, though, especially since he had known Ghost the longest. The two were the founding members of the 141 and it was obvious how much Price thought of Ghost as a son.

The three took to mourning the loss in their own ways. Price became a workaholic, spending hours on end in his office writing and typing reports. His bourbon supply had significantly reduced, but neither boys made a comment on it.

Gaz went to visit his family again, returning within a week seemingly at peace with what happened. Soap could still see the sadness in his eyes at times, slightly shiny, but he would blink it away quickly. Gaz and Price had begun spending more time together as well, their spirits seemingly increasing in the time they talked.

Soap, of course, took it the hardest. He shut everyone out, solely training and sleeping. He was unhealthy, however, since he quit eating normal meals. No matter what Price and Gaz did, he never became himself again.

His cheerful and bright personality became dull and hardened. He didn’t joke anymore, rarely talking in general. You used to be able to find him gallivanting across base, all smiles and strut. Now he was either in his barracks or the gym, only doing his duties when necessary.

Price couldn’t take it anymore. He took it upon himself to contact one of the therapists on base, giving the woman all of Soap’s information and scheduling him an appointment.

Soap didn’t take it too well when Price told him it was a direct order. He scowled at the older man, saying it was a breach of liberty, but Price couldn’t give two shits. Soap went where he was ordered like a good little soldier.

He expected to hate it, having to talk about himself and his ‘problems’ (As Price apparently described them.) The therapist was very nice, however. She spoke with a calming voice, none of her words sounded demeaning. She made Soap feel understood and heard and seen.

After two months of bi-weekly appointments, she released him back to full duty - Which Price had taken him off of once he called the therapist.

Soap was invigorated, smiling again and joking with recruits. Moral was boosted once more and progress soared shortly after. The base felt normal again. Everything was back to normal.

Price had a mission set up for the Task Force, some random drug op back in Mexico. Once Soap saw Ale and Rudy, it was like old times. They never once asked where Ghost was, Soap figured Price told them beforehand, and he was grateful for it.

He had learned to love what he had and not think about what was lost, and that’s what he had been doing. Especially after the drug op when Price allowed him two weeks vacation. Of course he spent the time wreaking havoc in Las Almas with none other than Los Vaqueros.

He couldn’t help but feel a small ache in his chest, however. Before Ghost had gone on his last mission, they had talked about coming back to visit the two ‘cowboys’. It took some convincing on Soap’s end in all honesty, but Ghost was never against the idea.

He thinks Simon would’ve loved it. How beautiful the market looked at night, lit up with the different stalls. The way the stars shone down on the city, perfect viewing on the rooftop of where Soap was staying.

When he was walking around the market stalls on his last day, there was an elderly woman selling handmade masks to children. He took an interest in them, walking over to inspect what she had.

When he returned from Mexico, he started brandishing a red skull mask on every mission. No one questioned him.

Okay so that’s all the basic setup to the story that I had in my first little drabble. Now to the REAL drama 😈

(Fluff on the way soon I promise, I still love you and I hope you’ll love me even after what’s going to come. 💕🌹)

[specialbrewbutterbeer]

Hi again, sorry for another request but I was reading what you would write and I thought of either hangman or rooster with sister reader (could have an age gap but it’s up to you) and she wanted to be a fighter pilot like her older brother when she grew up. They could be talking to the others and he tells them she died (it’s up to you, ignore this is your uncomfortable :)

Sister!Reader Who Wants To Be A Pilot Like Her Older Brother (Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw & Jake 'Hangman' Seresin)

TW: Angst! Super Angsty! Mentions death of a sibling, death of a parent, dangerous situations, hospital environments and sudden/unexpected deaths and greif

AN: I tried out this as a new format, not sure how it went but quite liked it- I'd love some feedback on how you found it and if you enjoyed it?

REQUESTS

MASTERLIST

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Jake 'Hangman' Seresin

- Jake is pretty open about his family

- And I mean OPEN

- If he tried to say that the guys haven't heard every story about how annoying it was growing up as the second eldest of four sons, he'd be lying

- Usually it was when everyone was swapping stories in the bar

- Lighthearted memories of being told he was gonna be a big brother again

- Screaming and crying about it

- Water fights in summer

- Him and his older brother chasing the others round with the hosepipe and a super soaker

- Launching baseballs at eachother's heads

- How he once threw one at his youngest brother

- How he'd dodged it

- How it'd gone through the kitchen window

- How angry his Mom had been when it landed in the sink whilst she did the dishes

- About how much his brothers sulked when he joined the Navy

- How his parents sent updates on all his siblings when he was away

- Pictures of them going to senior prom

- When his youngest brother made capitain of the school basketball team

- A picture of the second youngest brother in hospital with a broken arm

- Because he'd driven Jake's car (which he'd given to him with strict instructions not to damage it) into a ditch

- How his eldest brother was a real estate agent but how none of them would let him forget that he watched Practical Magic on VHS over and over in 2000 and told everyone he wanted to be a witch when he grew up

- It was clear that they were very typical

- Very happy

- But if you got him drunk enough

- And it were the right time of year

- He'd slip up

- 'Oh yeah- all five of us!'

- 'Joey, me, Ronnie, Cole and- and... That's us!'

- No one payed much attention to it

- He was being drunk

- Miscounting

- Forgetting

- Slurring his words a little

- Until finally

- One night

- Someone asked

- 'So- got other family in the military?'

- And he went awful quiet

- Sat back in his chair

- And all the words came tumbling out of his mouth

- 'Well- I did.'

- 'My baby sister.'

- 'I don't talk about her but, she was born when I was about seven, she was my favourite- well I was her favourite. She never left me alone.'

- 'She was real smart, a real sweetie and her favourite thing in the whole world was our grandma's cherry pie.'

- He'd laughed

- He was in his own nostalgic world now

- The others just wondered how she'd never come up before

- But they listened patiently

- No one dared interrupt, in case he stopped

- '(Y/n) should have gone to an Ivy league school- but no.'

- 'She told me she wanted to be a pilot, just like I was.'

- 'She told me she looked up to me, and she really did wanna do it.'

- 'God knows why- why she looked up at me, not Joey the valedictorian or Cole the sports star or even Ronnie! I know Mom busted him selling weed to his friends from the treehouse in our yard- but- damn! He at least made pretty good money doing that!'

- 'But I sat down, and I helped her fill everything out and we dropped it off at the mailbox at the end of the street. And she got in.'

- 'I never saw her more excited than that. And she was pretty well pumped up when she was voted prom queen.'

- It was then that Jake went quite again for a few minutes.

- 'She was real good.'

- 'She was real good at everything she did.'

- 'Hell- I hate to say it but she was probably better than me, certainly better than I was straight out of the academy.'

- 'Umm- She was unlucky though.'

- 'Just, about a week before she should have been done with all her training- I don't know. Something went wrong.'

- The look on his face was of some kind of latent sadness.

- He wasn't a vulnerable man.

- To see him this way, hear him talk honestly- without showboating, properly with guard down

- That was a rare and privileged experience

- And everyone sat around the table knew it

- 'Within 24 hours the whole family were there. and she was awake- talking- fine and perky as ever.'

- 'She just kept saying how she was bored in hospital, she was so worried she wasn't gonna be able to complete training.'

- 'I didn't really know what was going on, none of us kids knew how serious it was. We thought cos she was talking, awake and everything she was gonna be fine. No one told us what was goin on.'

- That last sentence was said with real anger and followed by the sound of his fist banging on the table.

- 'We just laughed at her and tried to be like normal. We thought she was gonna be fine.'

- 'But I remember Mom telling her that she'd had surgery to take fragments of her skull out of her brain.'

- 'I think maybe I knew then that it wasn't gonna be fine.'

- 'It wasn't gonna be fine like they said.'

- 'I didn't know she was gonna have a bleed on the brain and die in the OR as they tried to stop it though.'

- 'I didn't think it was gonna be that bad.'

- 'She probably knew nothing about it either."

- His heart sank.

- Speaking those words, in such a blunt way. That was the only way he could say them.

- It got it over with quickly

- He ground his teeth as he sat there

- Like he'd finally spilled a secret

- He almost wished they hadn't let him go on

- But he'd said it now

- And felt weird about it

- 'I'd headed back to work. When it happened.'

- 'I only got a few days leave- and since she seemed... Alright- I left.'

- 'I was the only one not in the room.'

- 'I was the one who put her there though.'

- 'Never should have let her do it.'

- 'I guess stupidity is in the genes though. She shouldn't have looked up to me- of all folk.'

- 'I miss her.'

- '(Y/n) was my baby sister, my responsibility.'

- 'And she would have beat all you suckers in a dogfight any day of the week!"

- He laughed.

- He was the only one who did.

- After that, there was some scrap of thought spared for Hangman, some mild sympathy.

- That callsign suddenly seemed slightly morbid

- Considering his need to take the blame.

- Maybe even some respect for having told the story too

- But (Y/n) came up in stories after that

- Like the missing link she filled the gaps

- How she got her brothers back by filling a super soaker with koolaid that stained them all blue for days

- How it had been her baby bottles their Mom had been cleaning in the sink

- How she'd sobbed and sobbed on the morning he left

- How he and his brothers had managed to make some calls around their small town to their old classmates, to ensure that their classmates younger siblings voted (Y/n) prom queen

- How she and Cole had had fallen out in highschool so badly that she had quit the cheer squad because they were refusing to talk and seeing eachother at every game whilst he was capitain annoyed her

- How Ronnie had put the car in a ditch going to pick (Y/n) up from a house party she wasn't supposed to be at

- How bitterly Joey had complained when their Dad made him remove his VHS copy of Practical Magic from the player and replace it with a Sesame Street tape for (Y/n)

- And how they'd all been so relieved when they had a sister, not another brother.

- She was all of their favorites.

- Even with her flaws.

- She was cocky and arrogant

- Argumentative

- Witty

- Sharp

- She was great

- She was all too much like her brothers

- And that's why they liked her.

- All of the guys,

- Rooster, Bob, Phoenix, Coyote and the rest,

- Decided that they were glad he'd told them about her

- He was happy when he talked about his family

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Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw

- Bradley constantly talked about his family.

- Mom, Dad, Sister

- She was born just before her Dad had died

- They were close siblings

- Very close

- He lived and breathed for them

- His family

- He talked about how the receptionist in the foyer wore the same hairspray that his Mom had

- How he could tell by the smell of it

- It reminded him of sitting on her lap when she did her hair and make up in the morning.

- He talked about how he bought a Ford Bronco because his Dad had one

- How he had taken a picture of his Dad's to the dealership and the salesman had helped him figure out which colour matched the best

- It reminded him of being a kid, before it broke down and was scrapped

- He talked about his sister

- How great she was

- It didn't remind him of anything

- He spoke about her often

- And as if she were still alive

- No one ever guessed that wasn't the truth

- Even those who had known him before her death

- Who had even met her in passing

- Once or twice worked with her

- News like that usually travelled fast

- But it had been a bit hush hush because it had to be investigated by a panel of experts to see who's wrong doing it had been

- It had been a year

- Just over

- The report had been issued a few months before

- He could speak about it quite freely now

- But he couldn't find it in himself to do so

- So he just talked like she was still around

- To the extent that he made up a deployment overseas for her to be on

- It wasn't until Maverick overheard him talking about her one evening

- And just looked at him

- 'Bradley?'

- He'd spoken with total empathy and near enough pity

- He didn't know this was what Bradley had been doing

- It was then that his face fell

- He knew he had to give the game away

- Quietly he spoke

- Almost forgetting the friends he was surrounded by

- 'Mav, I don't know how else to deal with it-'

- His godfather just look at him.

- 'All my life I've had to deal with talking about my family, in the past tense.'

- 'She was the last one I had left.'

- 'I can't hear anymore 'I'm sorry's. I don't want anymore condolence cards.'

- 'I don't want that Mav.'

- Then he sighed

- And looked up

- 'Last September, she crashed.'

- 'Into the ocean just off of the coast of Cuba.'

- He stopped there

- Just thinking

- 'Nose dived right into the water.'

- 'Her WSO ejected, survived.'

- He paused, glance for almost a full beat at Maverick, then spoke as it transpired that Pete couldn't hold the eye contact.

- 'She didn't.'

- The silence in the room was tangible.

- Mav sat down beside his godson

- He knew every detail

- He'd made sure he'd known every detail

- He and Ice had pawed for days over every report before they were even released

- It was yet another illegal favour Tom gifted Pete.

- He relived her father's death through hers, and Bradley was experiencing it first hand for the first time

- Both felt intense guilt

- Another Bradshaw plunged into the freezing cold water

- Another one pulled out with no life left in em

- Another Bradshaw dead

- Fullstop

- She was gone

- Just like that

- 'They said she was coming into land on a carrier, went wrong.'

- 'It was probably instant.'

- 'I don't know if they just told me that to make me feel better or if it's true.'

- 'I hope it's true.'

- 'They said it was probably her mistake, and she almost definitely knew it was her own mistake, because she didn't eject.'

- 'She was fighting it all the way down.'

- 'It was a stupid thing to do.'

- 'Her WSO broke their back, probably won't walk again- but they'll live.'

- 'And they'll live a good, proper life.'

- 'She was just- Stubborn.'

- 'I don't know.'

- He finally felt like he was done talking.

- No-one quite knew what to say.

- A couple hearts were particularly heavy,

- Those that'd worked with her enough to know she was a good woman.

- But mostly the outpouring was for him.

- The fact that he'd never spoken about it.

- His relationship with Maverick was still healing, and yet was the only vent for the matter.

- That, they all knew, couldn't have been easy.

- 'She was a good pilot.'

- Mav spoke to fill in the silence.

- 'Really good.'

- 'Quick, technical.'

- 'And she loved it. Probably more than most people.'

- 'She just loved the flying- would have suited air shows, acrobatic stuff- more than the Navy.'

- Bradley gave a laugh and nodded.

- 'She was too clever and a show off.'

- 'She always liked the stories stupid stuff you and Dad used to get up to.'

- 'She wanted that.'

- Mav looked up at his Godson, a bittersweet sense of pride that his Goddaughter had thought his and her Father's relationship was something good enough to aspire to.

- A very different attitude from her brother.

- They had kept in contact.

- Not as much as she would have liked to

- And more than her brother thought Mav deserved

- But he wouldn't stop her

- And she kept enough distance as not to upset her brother

- And after they did make things up again

- They didn't get the chance before the crash to be together as a family again

- After all that Bradley and Pete had been through on that mission

- All the times they could have been killed out there in a far off land

- The multitudes of opportunities for them to be the ones to ruin the chance at playing at happy families

- To ruin the chance of coming home to their girl

- And she crashes and dies

- In what should have been a survivable accident

- on a routine exercise just miles off of the coast of her home

- 'She always thought she'd get to have that kind of fun, those kinds of friends for life.'

- 'I was the serious one.'

- Bradley smiled.

- 'I just-'

- The smile quickly faded.

- He wasn't ready to think back fondly yet.

- 'I don't understand why she didn't eject.'

- He spoke quietly.

- 'I don't know why she'd keep trying to save the thing'

- Mav sat there looking at his boy.

- A large, handsome man

- Who had come to regard as a son

- And who now reminded him of a boy again

- As he sat there

- Nursing a bottle of beer

- He'd seen reports that Bradley hadn't

- He knew that the WSO involved had given statements that said she'd told them to eject

- They'd expected her to follow

- But she didn't

- That the examination of the wreckage showed no signs of her even attempting to

- It couldn't even be put down to a failed ejection

- It was just...

- A fatal miscalculation?

- A misdiagnosis that she thought she could solve?

- But she knew it was dangerous.

- She knew it and told her WSO to eject

- The words he'd told his RIO all those years ago

- He'd seen her records

- He knew she had a history of hesitancy when it came to mock ejection tests

- She'd failed some of those tests three times over before she finally got the nerve

- He didn't want to tell Bradley that

- And he knew Bradley didn't want to dig that deep into the official verdict

- Bradley just knew it was 'pilot error'

- He didn't need to know more

- He didn't want Bradley to think that his baby sisters last thoughts were probably abject terror

- Images of her Father's fate

- Too scared too eject

- Maybe even too proud to admit she'd made a mistake that was going to be terminal for her jet

- Maybe she really did think she could save it

- And maybe Pete felt guilty more than ever before

- That all those years ago

- A Bradshaw ejecting from a stricken jet and dying, had killed another by making her too fearful of doing the same.

- And if Goose was his fault

- By extension so was she

- But there had to be some comfort to be had

- Maybe that she was with her Mother and Father

- Up there

- Forever in the sky she loved

- Neither of the two men were religious

- But to think they were all three together

- And one day they'd meet them all again

- That was a comfort

- And there was always a prayer, to whatever God that might hear them, that history never repeat itself again

- And there was always a thought spared for her and her parents

- And Bradley would eventually feel freed to speak about her

- And Pete would eventually feel freed to speak about Goose

- Even though it would take many years before either of them could speak with pride again about Goose or (Y/n)

- And somehow there was healing to be had and to be had together

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Message In A Bottle (BC 21)

Ben Chilwell x reader

Warnings: fluff, in its extreme version

Summary: She’s feeling like a face in the crowd. But she’s reaching for him, terrified

“If he scores, you go down an kiss him!” Mason told me watching his team play against Arsenal at their home Stadium.

“No way! Can’t do that” I shook my head disapprovingly to his request or more appropriately, demand.

“But why? It will be the perfect moment. It’s now or never” he’s nudging me playfully

“Don’t do this to me Mase. You know I’m too scared. Plus, what if he gets mad and pushes me away in front of a thousand people?”

"Have I ever let you down?" the Chelsea midfielder raised his eyebrows at me

Its true. Whatever Mason says, happens. But what if this time things changed? What if Ben prefers only my friendship, rather than something more. I would hate myself if our relationship and what we've built all those years broke down, because of my pure stupidity.

"It's different this time. Things don't always go as planned. If I do it and then Ben stops talking to me, it will be my final straw. And I will blame you forever."

"You won't blame me, because nothing bad will happen. Plus, you love me too much to hate me, Y/N. I need you to trust me one last time."

I have always looked up to Ben. I don't often believe that the 'perfect people' exist, but when it comes to him, I fully support that. In all my living years, I have never met a more special man and human besides Chilly.

Since we were little kids, my heart would flutter, every time I was around his presence. I enjoyed being surrounded by him and get to spend time. Even if it was a few minutes.Sadly, during high school I kept some distance. Due to his relationships and football career starting, I didn't want to be a burden. He knew I always rooted for him quietly and was his biggest supporter.

I respected his partners and time away from me, even if that hurt me deeply. Moving on was extremely difficult, but my heart kept saying that I needed to stay. Although what if this time never arrived? What if I kept on loving him until my very last breath?

"You aren't there to see the look on his face when you can't make it to the games. You don't see how happy he is, preparing new celebrations, in case of possible goals, wanting to be dedicated to you?" Mason looks me deeply in the eyes, and I know that the words coming out of his mouth are more than honest.

"They don't mean anything more than pure friendly love. I do believe what you're saying Mase, but I think you've misinterpreted the signs."

"I will let you see for yourself. Just have faith in my words."

Second half is almost done. Ben has assisted in the two goals the blues have scored. It's currently 2-2 and Stamford Bridge is handing by a thin thread. They all crave a final goal against the gunners.

My eyes fall on the clock which says 89. Only one more minute. All are looking between the ball, the clock and the head Chelsea coach. This win is a necessity now.

The ball shockingly falls once more to Ben's feet, immediately running towards the Arsenal net, whilst all the players are chanting him. Nothing is an obstacle. A small scream escapes his mouth as the ball touches the back of the net, escaping Ramsdale's embrace.

"AND THE THREE POINTS ARE AWARED TO THE BLUES OF LONDON, WITH CHILWELL HANDING THE CROWN! WHAT A THRILLING GOAL" the commentators scream out of happiness!

Me and Mason get up to hug each other, still smiling at all the players on the pitch. Mount turns my head to Ben's direction, only to witness my favourite person, looking at me, celebrating by shaping the letter of my first name with his fingers.

I have never felt my smile growing bigger than this. It feels very surreal. What if Mason was right? What if Ben felt the same way towards me too?

"Sophia is going to Kai. I think this is your cue to go to someone that may be waiting for you" Mason winks at me, eyeing at his fellow teammate.

I take a deep breath and run down to the pitch behind Sophia. She was the second person who encouraged me to go and express my feelings to Ben. Before stoping at Kai's direction she turns around and hugs me tightly.

"Everything will be more than great honey! I believe in you! Both of you"

I give her a soft smile and repay the hug. I wave at Kai and give him a thumbs up, as he was also one of today's scorers. He nods playfully as he mouth at me

"He is waiting for you"

Nervousness increases and my legs are trembling. I want to run away but at the same time I wanna run towards Ben. My heart takes over and so I run at the direction of my best friend, whose arms are wide open, waiting for me to jump into him.

I climb on his body and wrap myself around him. This hug feels homely and heartwarming. Ben never misses to make me happy. The happiest woman on earth. I wouldn't change his embrace for anything in the world. Nothing and no one can ever change how I feel about Ben. Like I said, he is the perfect man.

"My favourite goalscorer back on the sheet! I am immensely proud of you" I whisper in his ear.

My legs are still around his wait. He refuses to let me go. And I don't want him to either.

"It means the world to me that you came and saw this goal. Because it's for you" his sparkly green eyes are smiling at me, as his lips are too.

"Ben" is all I manage to say before words stop coming out of my mouth. I can hear my heart thumping so loud, it would surely come out of my chest any time soon.

I waste little time and pull his lower my face closer to his, connecting our lips into a kiss, in which I express every single feeling I have towards Ben. Love, adoration, admiration.

He seems taken aback at first but doesn't shy out and kisses me back, without tearing us apart a single second. I will say that I was surprised but surely extremely thankful.

"I think this kiss was a greater gift than my goal. Another dream that came true today"

I smile flatly, caressing his reddened cheeks and slightly sweaty messy hair. No matter how Ben looked or was, I only cared about the man which was hiding inside him. The kid I grew up with and fell for.

"I love you to the moon and back and to Saturn and Venus and the whole galaxy." the words escaping his lips were few I was dying to hear my entire life. And it was like I died and came back to life.

"You just granted my biggest Benjamin. I love you for infinity. Whether you score goals or not. Thank you"