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salmonskinrolltf · 3 months

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Soulmates 2

[Here's a sequel of sorts to my previous story Soulmates (you don't need to have read it to understand this story). With thanks to @guytransformedforever, @beardobession, @tf-vigilante, @maletransformationlover, @clevertreephilosopher, @scorpionofredsand, and @maletffanatic for providing the photos used as inspiration.]

Hello, my name is Tyler. This is me:

And this is my roommate, Dylan:

Now look, I don’t have a problem with gay people. My cousin is a lesbian. And Dylan is a great roommate. Stays out of my way when we’re not gymming together, but is always down to hang when I need someone to talk to. I just wish he would be less in my face with all his gay shit. Rainbow flags everywhere, blasting Ariana Grande at all hours, constantly bringing new Grindr hookups back to the apartment but giving me side-eye when I ogle women. It’s just… too much for me.

Here’s the thing. I might actually be able to change that. I have this friend Evan, who I’ve wingmanned for on a few occasions over the past year. One night, when we were getting drunk together, he shared his secret with me. He has a magic gift. He clasped my hand and said “tomorrow, you will wake up and have this magic too.” And sure enough, the next day I could feel a tingle coursing through my veins, and I automatically had the knowledge of how to channel it.

Now I have the ability to change somebody’s future. I can’t fiddle with anything that’s innate or has already happened to them. Like, I can’t just make Dylan straight. But I can shape his future decisions or actions, and my magic will make alterations to speed the process along. Like if I made him decide to work out more, he would basically become a muscle beast within the week. Not that I’d do that. I still gotta be the alpha here. I just want to make him a little more… palatable. Someone cool to kick back with all the time, even if he sucks dick. Let’s see... I think I know what will work.

TOMORROW, DYLAN WILL BECOME OBSESSED WITH SPORTS

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Hello, my name is Dylan:

Sports are my LIFE. I never cared about them much growing up, but about a month ago I felt the urge to join my local queer volleyball team and never looked back. It became my everything. It’s been great exercise, but on top of playing volleyball and getting totally jacked off of it, I’ve loved the sense of camaraderie. I love my team. So much so that I even pierced my nipples on a dare when we lost the semifinals. My teammate River also recommended I stop dyeing my hair, and I think the look is really working for me. For some reason, even though it’s only been a month, my hair has grown out significantly since then. Was the red dye stunting its growth or something? Anyway. I also feel like my roommate Tyler and I have really bonded. We’ve been watching baseball games together and I think he appreciates how into it I am. He says he’s excited to bro out while watching football together in the fall.

I love Tyler, but here’s the thing. Maybe I love him too much. I’ve always had this huge crush on him, and no matter how many random Grindr hookups I try to distract myself with, I just can’t stop hoping that one day he’ll give up women for good and decide he loves me. Especially now that we’re spending all this time together, bumping chests when our team wins and shit.

I know us getting together is never going to happen, but I have this… temptation. I was born with a gift. Or maybe I wasn’t. Something my twink friend Paul told me made me think maybe he had something to do with it. Anyway, I have the ability to reshape someone’s past. I change just one thing about their past, and everything about their present just ripples forward to reflect that change. It’s a delicate art. Changing something big can have huge effects that are totally unpredictable. It’s a major temptation to make Tyler gay, but who knows how he’d turn out. Plus, I think that’s just too invasive.

But… Maybe I could change something small about him. Something that would make him less my type, and allow me to move on and focus on finding a boyfriend who would actually be into me. I’m into nice guys. I really love how kind and caring he is. And come on, he’s a FIREFIGHTER. So maybe I can try…

TYLER GREW UP SELFISH AND SPOILED

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What’s up, I’m Tyler.

You dig the jacket? Yeah, I’m still a firefighter, I’m just off duty. But babes dig whatever look I rock, you know what I mean? I get what I want, and what I want is a lot of one night stands. I know how to get ‘em, too. I’m so glad I made the decision to grow this beard out a year ago, it’s opened so many doors for me. And opened a lot of legs.

I’m getting what I want from Dylan, too. Finally, I have a roommate who’s willing to grab brews and watch the game with me. But I think I fucked up when I changed him. Queer volleyball isn’t exactly “sports,” at least not in my book. I thought he’d come out like a linebacker or something! I mean, nipple rings were never part of the plan. The gay guys seem to really go for them, too, so he’s got an even steadier stream of Grindr hookups coming in and out of the place.

On top of that, I’m a little sick of his shit. He’s always giving me lip about stupid stuff like leaving my dishes in the sink or dropping my unwashed uniform on the bathroom floor. He says it’s unsanitary. Like his parade of twinks aren’t dying to sniff that shit anyway. He just doesn’t get it. I think his volleyball teammates are a bad influence too. They’re all so obsessed with aesthetic and anti-hetero rhetoric. I still can’t make him straight, but I can definitely make him less… annoying.

TOMORROW, DYLAN WILL START HANGING OUT WITH MORE STRAIGHT PEOPLE WHO WILL HELP HIM STOP WORRYING ABOUT STUPID SHIT AND BE LESS PRISSY, WELL-GROOMED, AND UPTIGHT

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Yo, I’m Dylan.

Yeah, I cut my hair shorter than the last time you saw me. The upkeep was just getting to be too much, y’know? A couple weeks ago, about the time I dumped that lame-ass volleyball team I was on, I just got bored with shaving every day, too. I invested in a trimmer and now I rock the stubble look, and it’s working for me. I’ve gained a bit of weight since then, and it’s all for the better because I joined my local football league. Having a few extra beers with my new buds afterward just adds to my potential as a linebacker, anyway.

I thought hanging out with more straight people would make me get used to their vibe and kinda inoculate me against Tyler, but I’m still totally obsessed with him. He’s more of a bad boy now, but I’m finding that less unappealing than I used to. Plus, he’s still parading around in his uniform all the time. I can’t help it! I’ve jerked off more times that I can count to his Mr. June photos in the local firefighter calendar.

Whenever I see his mom, she’s constantly going on about how, out of all his Tonka toys growing up, the fire truck was always his favorite. She thinks that’s why he grew up to be a firefighter. Maybe I can change that core memory into something a little more… disreputable. That would definitely make him not my type anymore. I hope.

TYLER’S FAVORITE TOY GROWING UP WAS A TONKA MOTORCYCLE

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Fuckin’ A, man, I’m Tyler.

God, I love my hog. She’s a beaut, ain’t she? My parents wanted me to grow up to be a doctor or a lawyer or a firefighter or some shit, but all I ever wanted to do was ride my hog. Chicks want to ride my hog too, and I let them. As long as they don’t go near my bike! Hahaha, get it? Fuck, I love life. Let me take another drag on this stogie real quick.

Where was I? Oh yeah, my roommate, Dylan. I wish I didn’t have to room with anyone, but my boss at the garage keeps refusing to promote me. I should knock him around one of these days, see if that changes his mind. Anyway, sure, Dylan isn’t so much of a priss anymore. He doesn’t give me shit if I leave my grease-stained clothes on the couch or light up when we’re watching a football game.

But I wanted him to be straight-acting, you know? I tried to train him up as my wingman but he wore a super gay shirt with all these see-through holes to the party, and all the chicks kept their eyes on him the whole time! Fucker. Why can’t he be more like his brother? I’ve seen pictures. That dude is a full on redneck slob, got a Confederate tattoo and everything. I know they had the same backwater-ass trailer trash upbringing, why can’t he be rougher around the edges? You know what… maybe he can!

TOMORROW, DYLAN WILL REALIZE HE WANTS TO EMBRACE HIS WHITE TRASH UPBRINGING

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Hey y’all, I’m Dylan.

Hoo-ee, life has been good lately. I dunno why I resisted my good ol’ boy roots for so long. This goatee really makes me look rugged, dunnit? Also the chest hair. So grabbable. I decided to stop shaving my body, and poof! There it went. A full rug, within like two days I reckon. Like a sign from God. This is how I was always meant to be.

I know I was trying to push away my crush on Tyler by making him not my type, but what’s the fuckin’ point? I need someone who can handle me, and this hot as fuck biker dude I’ve created might be the only one who can handle me at this point. I ride ‘em rough and bareback, just like the horses back home, and weak city dudes just can’t handle it.

Will he be the same if he’s not straight? Maybe not. But as long as he can take my eight inches, I’ll keep him around. I vaguely remember having some sort of compunction about changing him so drastically, but I’m too horny to remember what it was.

Fuck it.

TYLER WAS BORN GAY

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Uh… hi. I’m Tyler. Who are you again?

Sorry, I’m pretty forgetful. Daddy Dylan says I don’t gotta remember shit though, as long as I let him ride me as rough and as long as he likes. He’ll do all the rest for me. He tells me where to go, what to do, who to do. There are so many nice, hot guys who are willing to pay our rent if I turn a few tricks. I love it.

I’ve been like this as long as I can remember. My mom and dad kicked me out when I was 18, in my senior year of high school. I was caught sucking my English teacher’s dick behind the locker rooms. I never went to college after that, but it’s not like I was getting good grades anyway. Sucking Mr. Brentmon’s cock wasn’t for my health, you know. He had a nice juicy one, too. I still dream about it sometimes.

What was I saying? Oh yeah, I took up with this biker gang for a while after getting kicked out. I’ve always had a thing for bikers. But once they got through using my ass, they got bored. It was hard for a while, but now things are oh, so easy. I get all the dick I could ever want. I have a roof over my head, and no job to worry about. All I do is go to the gym and eat and fuck and I never have to think. Dylan said he might take me out muddin’ sometime too. I don’t know what that is, but anything Dylan does is fun. Fuck, I love the way his goatee tickles my skin when he kisses me, so rough, so manly. Way manlier than I’ve ever been. It’s so fucking hot. I love how he takes care of me.

I really have no complaints. I wouldn’t change anything about my life, even if I could remember how…

#roommates #straight to gay #masculinization #biker #redneck #jock #IQ drain

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astonmartingf · 27 days

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TOAST ; LH44

— lewis wins the 2020 world driver’s championship, party ensues leaving lewis (with the help of nico) responsible for taking care of drunk you. and a little bit of the morning after.

amgf reader is drunk, and finally the plot is moving, see nico is one conniving bitch (lovingly) and we love that for him 👍

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His apartment is messy, the smell of alcohol lingers as remnants of the party are left around the apartment. Lewis walked out the remainder of his guests, calling taxis for them.

At the time, Nico stayed behind looking after you, clearing alcohol bottles and placing things back where they belong. “YN, do you want to get on the sofa at least?” Nico watches you sprawled on the floor, mumbling incoherently.

“Lewis… Nico? Did Lewis leave me?” Your eyes still closed, pouting as you roll around his carpeted floor. “I want… can— I want Lewis.”

Nico raised his brows, smiling to himself, he’s known you at the same time as Lewis, and he knows how long you’ve known each other. It would be an understatement to say that he wasn’t waiting for this moment.

When would be the time he’ll stop playing wingman and finally be the third-wheel he was always waiting for. Nico knew your friendship with Lewis is one of a kind— he knew that look. The way Lewis looked at you, he could gaze and stare at you for hours.

“Lewis is with the other guests downstairs, the party is over YN, we’re cleaning up. Do you want to help us out?” Scrunching your nose in disgust you snuggled closer to the foot of the couch.

“Leave me alone Nico! I want Lewis.” Nico scoffed at your sharp words— he knew not to take these at heart though, you’re drunk, and clearly Nico is teasing the shit out of you. You’d probably cry the moment you realized what you said.

And on cue, Nico could hear the sniffles escaping your nose, “I’m sorry Nico. I’m such a bad friend. I miss you hanging out with you and Lewis. I want to be friends with you again, are you mad at us? Are you mad at me?”

At first Nico laughs teasing you, but then as you went on, he realized how much this meant to you. And it was— you may be drunk but your relationship with Nico has been something that’s on your mind. Seeing him celebrating with you and Lewis made you miss him more.

“YN darling, come here.” This time it was Nico who comforted you, pulling you up to face him as he wiped the tears falling down your eyes. “Have you talked to Lewis about this?”

You shake your head, frantically wiping your own tears away, “I don’t talk to Lewis about you, because I know he misses you if not more than I do. But what else can I do about it? I chose to stay with him, instead of being a good friend to both of you.”

Nico shakes his head pulling you in for a hug, rubbing your shoulders in the hopes of calming you down before Lewis arrives. “It’s not your fault darling, I think we both know that. None that happened is your fault— I’m not sorry that I walked away, but then I realized that I would be leaving everyone, and that included you. You’re a good friend YN, thank you for taking care of Lewis all those times.”

“You… you don’t… hate me?” Your voice is still shaky, breathing in and out arms wrapped around Nico, afraid of letting him go. Nico pats your head in comfort, before wrapping his arms around you for a hug. “I don’t hate you YN. Don’t worry, okay?”

“Let’s go now…” Lewis heaves, carrying you to his bedroom. Nico left earlier after cleaning up the remainder of the trash scattered on the floor. Lewis wanted to ask what happened before he arrived, evident at the dried tears around your eyes but seeing as you were deeply sleeping, he decided to let it go.

“I hope you had fun YN, seeing as you skipped cleaning duties with me and Nico. What a mess.” Lewis shakes his head, talking to himself as he props you up in his bed, waiting for you to shuffle in a more comfortable position.

Throwing on an oversized shirt over you before unzipping your thankfully, strapless shirt, Lewis removes your shoes, folding them on his bedside table. Removing your pants, Lewis tucks you in the covers, not before taking a few items from the bathroom.

Your night time routine— Lewis puts on a Roscoe headband on your head, a gift he gave you years ago, as he starts cleaning your face. Bringina basin of warm water over, he wipes your face in between the steps he remembers by heart after seeing you do the same to him all those years along.

“I talked to Nico earlier, I didn’t know you felt that way. Maybe next time you’ll have a chance to visit them. We literally live right next to them— if you told me, I would let you. Why are you hiding these things from me?” Talking to himself, Lewis couldn’t help but think back on his conversation with Nico when Mercedes announced that they’d be the drivers for the upcoming 2013 season.

“I can’t believe I got jealous of Nico back then, I guess I was a bad friend to both of you. How did you manage to put up with me all these years? How come you never left me? I don’t want you to leave YN. I’m going to try my best to be the one you deserve.”

Lewis stands up, after drying your face. Closing the lights off on the bedside table, leaving a small kiss on your face before leaving the room.

A groan leaves your lips, head bursting in different directions. What the hell happened last night? You remember rolling on the ground with Nico, and now you’re in Lewis’ bedroom. At least you’re conscious enough to be aware of your own surroundings— that, and you didn't forget where you are.

Yawning, you look for your phone to check the time. Jumping out of the bed, the second thing you noticed was your outfit, you tilt your head thinking how Lewis must’ve changed you in pajamas the night before. Scratching your head, you feel the Roscoe headband on your head deducing the events that happened last night, a small smile building up in your lips. You leave his room onto the kitchen, spotting Lewis asleep on the couch.

You find your phone on the kitchen counter while preparing breakfast for you and Lewis, opening it, the buzz of notifications pop up one by one including one from Nico— you pause on your tracks.

Opening your gallery, you scroll through the photos you took of last night. A video of you and Lewis spraying champagne on each other, a video of Bono, Lewis and Nico dancing, blurred photos of Lewis and Nico, even photos of you and Nico. Exiting your gallery, you open your messages.

#f1 x reader #f1 fluff #f1 imagine #lewis hamilton x reader #lewis hamilton imagine #lewis hamilton fluff

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ohkkotsuu · 9 months

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𝐈𝐁𝐓 — 𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐁𝐅 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆! choso kamo.

ৎ୭ PAIRING: choso kamo x gender neutral reader (they/them pronouns used, unspecified anatomy)

ৎ୭ ABOUT: your boyfriend never experienced many things from the normal human world, as a half-curse. he's fully convinced that he needs to be a better boyfriend. so, he'll do his best to be the best for you. he sets some rules to be a boyfriend, a good one.

ৎ୭ CW/TW: SFW. choso is just so sweet i wanna bite him, overprotective behavior (a bit), choso is a simp and he wants to marry you, this is really just him being head over heels for you, choso calls you some petnames, itadori and nobara are mentioned (not as a couple)! fluff. straight up fluff. i just wrote a lot of him being silly about you lololol maybe this will become a series?? with other characters maybe. also, please, if you enjoy it, tell me about it! i would love to interact more with reblogs and comments from you all.

CHOSO never knew what to expect from the future, always being surprised by the violent turns in his life. lose two of his brothers, find a new brother — and certainly, he hadn't expected to have his heart so deeply won by you. nor win yours back. a sweetness of fate after so much sourness, which he hoped to make it last.

so choso became your partner (apparently, a modern term is boyfriend, so that works too). however, he has no idea how to be a good boyfriend. that makes choso resort to the best wingman he knows, an expert in people and relationships — his brother, yuuji itadori.

and it's from there that choso actively engages in what yuuji called “intensive boyfriend training”.

said training consists in watching hours of romantic movies, flipping through cliché books with good male leads, even retorting to reading shojo manga to know how to act romantic. yuuji even enlisted the help of a friend, nobara, so they only have quality content for training. no toxic male leads, no weird unconsensual stuff. only the best examples so he could become the best boyfriend. choso wants to know everything about how a guy should act to be a good boyfriend. after all, you're his world, and you deserve the best and the best only.

curses acquire information from the brain of the vessel they inhabit, but choso himself has no relationship experience. Centuries of his life were focused solely on protecting his siblings, and that is still one of his priorities — but, another priority is also you. he sets down some personal rules to himself, just so he can guide his heart through this whole “being a good boyfriend” thing.

his number one rule is never lie to you. never. doesn't matter the circumstances, choso will absolutely always be truthful and honest with you. relationships are based on trust, love and sharing. you are the person who showed him that there are ways to love someone beyond platonic — and, in return, you'll have his heart and he'll have yours. you are a partner for life in his eyes, and he would trust you with everything.

he's always truthful about things: where he's been, who he's been with, how he's feeling, he doesn't hide anything. choso even overshares every now and then. in his eyes, there is not even a single reason to lie to you. originally, he hesitated at the question of “how are you?” if he wasn't doing alright. choso wanted to be your white knight, the one who could protect you and his brothers without having to be weak. he slowly opened up as he realized it wasn't wrong to be weak. another valuable lesson you taught him.

if he is not feeling well, he will be sincere and say that he is not feeling well. choso will usually asks for what he wants — hold your hand, cuddle, kisses, anything really. he is also very honest when you ask for outfit opinions, for example — he admires how different colors suit you, how different types of fabrics of many different looks adorn your body. you usually need to call him more than once.

“choso.”

“hm? yes, baby?”

his heart skips a beat when he sees your smile. “you're staring. did you like this one?”

unfortunately, his opinion for visuals isn't exactly helpful, per say. he thinks everything look pretty in you, and he'll be very straightforward about it, because it's never about the attires you wear for him, no — you are insanely perfect. you're what makes this clothes pretty, not the opposite. you are what makes his world more worth living.

“I love everything you wear. you look amazing in everything.” the corners of his mouth lift up a bit as he give you the usual lovey-dovey stare.

you giggle a bit, unable to stop yourself from thinking that he's just so cute, staring at you like that. as if you were the moon and the stars. or even more than that.

“thanks, choso, but we've been here for half an hour. I need help to pick an outfit.”

the second rule he sets for himself is to protect you and care for you. he's absolutely never taking you anywhere risky. he'll do anything to be sure you're safe — anything he can. choso is always off guard for you, you make him feel safer than ever. but he's not relaxing about other things.

he would never forgive himself if you were hurt because he's too relaxed. he doesn't always have to be perfect, he knows, but he will still give every last drop of his own blood for your safety and your smile.

he's always keeping an eye out for suspicious people or cursed energy. if any signs of danger appear, he is ready to catch you on his arms, bridal style, and just run away to get you somewhere safe — which has already created some situations that are as embarrassing as they are amusing. another option is him entering on this intimidating mode, if not the immediate fight response.

he also doesn't like curses, even weak ones, around you. he acquired the habit of killing them immediately, being careful not to splash the purple blood of the spirits on you. he also carries around a tissue, either to wipe his face if a drop or two has spilled or to wipe his hand — he would never hold your hand while his is dirty like that. this is his version of “boyfriend who kills bugs for you” (to be fair, he would kill bugs too, if they're bothering you). choso was surprised when he learned that this is something boyfriends do for their partners, watching it on a romance series where a guy kills a bug when his love interest was too scared to do the same.

he's protective, but he's trying to be careful not to scare you or be creepy. he pulls you by your waist, always so gentle, staring daggers at a guy at the mall, scaring him away.

“choso.” he turns his head to you, and his eyes soften immediately. “what are you doing?”

“that man was staring at you.” he says, a bit grumpy. you only giggle and lean in to give him a kiss on the cheek — something that makes his face pink and a soft smile creeps it's way into his expression.

“thank you. but you didn't had to scare him, I know that guy. he's an acquaintance of mine.”

“oh. should I get rid of him?” he asks.

“choso, no, that's not what I meant—”

the third rule is something he made up seeing romantic movies: be a gentleman. he was doing that already, by taking care of you, showing his love, but according to yuuji and nobara, people love when their boyfriend is kind and does stuff for them. which made choso really confused.

“people get..impressed, when their loved ones show affection and minimum care or respect?” he can't really understand it, but if it's what will make him a better boyfriend, he'll become the most cliche of a gentleman.

(he's totally unaware that he is one already, and that no one was expecting him to do more).

so he looks for all kinds of opportunities to do something for you. place your orders in stores if you are too shy to do so, carry your shopping bags for you, put his coat over your shoulders when it's cold.

the “problem” is that it becomes something on a medium-large scale. you don't carry anything around choso, he carries everything for you. even small bags. the only thing with you should be a purse or backpack (if you wear any of those), and even with that he offers to carry it for you.

then there comes a day when you two are walking and choso stops. before you can ask him what's wrong, he picks you up on his arms. you cling to his shoulders with a surprised yelp. one of his arms is under your legs and the other supporting your back like a groom carrying his bride — as he hopes that one day, he will be that to you. and much more.

he just carries you for a few moments more without even complaining. he never complains. he loves carrying you, doing things for you, and you weight nothing to him.

“choso, what are you doing? what was that for?” he looks down at you.

“there was a mud puddle in the way, dear. if you crossed it, you would get your shoes dirty.” he explains nonchalantly, with you still on his arms. he seems ready to put you down, if you ask for it.

you both know he would have you bridal-style on his arms for a whole day if you let him.

hearing your giggle makes his heart flutter. although, one of his eyebrows raise softly.

“choso, we could have just skirted around the puddle.”

“oh.” he hadn't thought of that.

the fourth and final rule is never forget. he should never forget anything about you or involving you. dating anniversary, your birthday, this man has it engraved on his memory. he understands that these are special days not only for human customs, but for him personally — after all, your dating anniversary is a celebration of one of the happiest days of his life. the day you and him became a couple.

he certainly thinks that day would only be surpassed by your future wedding anniversary. but these things can wait. the wedding can wait. he's happy just by being with you.

it memorizes all your preferences, from the simplest to the most complicated. he knows what kind of movies you like, which series you hate, which food you prefer for every situation. he has your favorite brands decorated so he can get those for you. choso memorized all your orders in coffee shops or diners so he can order for you, too. it also learns if you have allergies.

sometimes he can't really believe that humans have such organisms. resist some diseases, but if you eat a tomato being allergic, something like this kill a human? impressive.

if you are in a situation where another person is hanging out with you and they ask for something “wrong”, choso will politely correct them.

“no, actually, they're allergic to those.”

“my partner asked for this, actually.”

people may think he's being arrogant, by correcting everyone about what you want — but what surprises everyone, even you, is that he always get it right. he knows your gift preference: what items you like the most, or, if you like it, handmade gifts. he learns how to do those for you.

with a lot of help from the internet, yuuji and some moral support from nobara, choso sucefully made you a bracelet. he hands it to you carefully, a bit scared that you won't like it. it's one of those bracelets with letters on it, it reads:

“cho loves you”. you look at him, and he seems shy. this is the first time he actually made something instead of buying something.

“ran out of letters, so there was no way to have another S and O.” his tone is a bit apologetical, and his cheeks are pink. “I made it for you.”

before he can say anything else, you pull him for a gentle, sweet kiss. even such lovely action knocks the breath out of his lungs and makes his head spin. your smile when you lean back makes choso think he's in heaven.

“thank you, choso. I loved it, I loved it so much! help me put it on?” you ask with those cute puppy dog eyes.

and of course you could put the bracelet on for yourself, you both know it. but he accepts any excuse to touch you, and you want to see him do it. while he helps you with your new jewelry, it reminds you of the day he slipped a dating ring on your finger.

“done, baby.” he says softly, eyes laying on the bracelet and moving to your hand, where a ring that matches his adorn one of your fingers. his fingertips touches it softly and he smiles, whispering: “I'll marry you someday.”

“what was that, choso?”

“nothing.” he looks away, embarrassed. but in a way, you both know it: it's a promise.

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softspiderling · 3 months

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elle’s archive

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we always find a way (to make it out alive) ➵ beacon hills holds a lot of bad memories for you. you’re still not sure how you let yourself be persuaded to go back.

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but I need your lips on mine ➵ derek hale is a mystery you have yet to solve

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જ⁀➴fics

songs about girls (like you) ➵ Jake has finally returned from his mission.

how do you love somebody else? ➵ the one where you and Jake are exes.

get like me ➵ the one where you defend Jake’s honor.

five kisses ➵ five kisses with Jake

never knew (that I could fall so hard) ➵ You and Jake are friends. Just friends

── ࣪˖ ࣪ ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ── wingman's best friend universe ── ࣪˖ ࣪ ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ──

all the fics below are part of the same universe, but can be read as stand-alone fics!

hooked from hour one ➵ the one where you share a mutual friend, but are unaware of it

baby, you down? ➵ your best friend is a naval aviator, but apparently so is the guy you’ve been dating? Yeah, funny how life works.

cruel existence ➵ you get hurt at work and Jake spirals

-ˏˋ. bradley "rooster" bradshaw ˊˎ-

જ⁀➴ drabbles

you're married (but in secret)

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summer days (drifting away) ➵ Bradley bumped into you at the beach and then just keeps doing it

speak now (or forever hold your peace) ➵ it’s supposed to be the happiest day of your life.

cross my heart (hope to die) ➵ it’s easy to fall in love with Rooster. It’s a bit harder to be in love with him.

-ˏˋ. natasha "phoenix" trace ˊˎ-

you're married but in secret

-ˏˋ. pete "maverick" mitchell ˊˎ-

he likes you (but in an annoying way)

do you believe in love at first sight (or should I walk by again) ➵ the one where you keep running into Maverick.

-ˏˋ. tom holland ˊˎ-

you mocha me crazy ➵ an encounter at a coffee shop leaves you with more than a cup full of coffee

summer days ➵ it’s just one of those rare summer mornings. They were Tom’s favorite

five signs you’re too close to your boss ➵ you liked being the personal assistant of the CEO of Holland Enterprises. But sometimes you wondered if you were too close to your boss.

dance your worries away ➵ when you signed up for a beginners ballroom dancing class with your boyfriend, you hadn’t expected to be standing without a dancing partner. But then again, life has a funny way of working out

things you left unsaid ➵ having casual sex with Tom despite having feelings for him? What could go wrong?

put in love and don’t give up ➵ honestly, you never pegged Tom for the kind of guy that ghosts people, but here you are. Ghosted.

will you find me (afterlife) ➵ the five stages of grief start with denial and it didn’t seem like Tom was going leave that stage anytime soon.

honest feelings and bad timing | Teaser | One | Two ➵ It’s always been you, Tom and Harrison. A package deal. But sometimes things change.

swanky fortune ➵ when you clicked the ‘donate’ button on the GoFundMe page, you never would have expected to actually win. But are you going to take advantage of the opportunity or will you embarrass yourself in front of your celebrity crush?

of broken promises and heartbreak ➵ It’s been six years since you and Tom broke up, six years since you’ve last seen each other. A lot has happened, Tom got insanely famous, making countless billion dollar movies, attending one red-carpet event after the other. But now he was attending one event, he wasn’t sure he was ready for. Your wedding. And he wasn’t attending as your groom.

-ˏˋ. peter parker ˊˎ-

need a ride? ➵ just because you were at a country club, doesn’t mean you had to behave well

Talk To A Stranger! ➵ you liked talking to strangers. Well, when it’s not in real life, that is.

no air ➵ Short breath, panic flooding through the veins, sweat trickling down the sides. Peter knew the symptoms of a panic attack just all too well after a fight with a certain villain from space. Didn’t mean he knew how to prevent them, though. Luckily, you were by his side to help.

heavy burden ➵ you liked to live your life like you want it, but there was always someone who stood in the way of that. Always.

#stiles stilinski #derek hale #jake seresin #bradley bradshaw #tom holland #peter parker #hangman x reader #jake seresin x reader #bradley bradshaw x reader #rooster x reader #stiles x reader #derek hale x reader #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland x reader

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earthtooz · 1 year

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·˚ ༘ 𝙉𝘼𝙂𝙄 𝘽𝙁 𝙃𝙀𝘼𝘿𝘾𝘼𝙉𝙊𝙉𝙎

─ ❛ i want to try... to put in some effort ❜

# warnings: minimal hurt/comfort, 2k words of pure fluff and brain dumping, hope u enjoy :p lmk if there are other warnings ! reo and isagi appear

# a/n: SECOND FIC OF THE DAY ??? guys i'm on a roll... check out the rin one i posted earlier MWAHAH (pls)

gamer boyfriend gamer boyfriend gamer boyfriend 🤣🤣🤣

hc that reo set y’all up.

the duo saw you at a café that reo frequents and by extension, one that nagi frequents too.

it was love at first sight with nagi immediately being fascinated by you, and reo, being the amazing wingman he is, notices the heart eyes that immediately appear on the expression of his usually nonchalant friend.

then reo said ‘lemme make your miserable life better’ and walked over to you and told you his friend found you hot.

nagi kind of just stood there in shock, appalled by reo’s shamelessness and even more shocked when you looked him in the eye and smiled.

love at first sight >>>

nagi likes to incorporate you into all aspects of his life.

i mean he only has three things in life that he consistently does which is soccer, gaming, and existing 😐😐

but he still likes you incorporate you into everything in his life <3

soccer? he makes sure to get you premium seats in every match to watch him- bring your friends if you’d like, he can make it all happen, so long as you're there to watch him :p

he becomes more motivated to practice when you’re there.

gaming? he plays games with you, teaches you how to play, likes to have you there when gaming as well.

existing? he eats, sleeps, brushes his teeth, washes the dishes, cleans the house, etc, with you. he’s attached to your hip and refuses to leave you alone so long as it’s within the perimeters of your home.

sometimes, when you two are soccer-ing, gaming, or existing together, nagi also gets upset is you try to leave :( like naurrrr come back…

love language of touch and quality time 🙄

is happiest when he’s touching you somehow.

and naturally, by touching you, he spends time with you so this is a win-win situation for nagi.

and because he literally can’t exist without having you by his side, it therefore means he gets to embrace you however he likes- a win-win situation!

award for most annoying boyfriend ??? it’s got nagi seishiro’s name engraved.

his social media is so low-effort too 😭 �� namely his instagram, he's not active on twitter or tiktok that much and when he is, it's for promos that his manager has uploaded.

occasionally, you make a couples' tiktok here and there and those get a lot of traction.

basically; it's not until you came along that his social media presence increased.

before on instagram, it would be just square pictures of him standing with his hands in his pockets from an atrocious angle, some of them had the nasty-ass Instagram filters over them too like boy…

the captions were worse. so much worse.

now he posts photos YOU take 💪 but majority of his feed is photos with you, photos from official photographers during matches, or photos taken after he wins a game :3

his private instagram is much more exciting though:

ynsoneandonlysimp tell me i look hot

megu_megu looking submissive and breedable 👍 ╰┈➤ ynsoneandonlysimp only for yn tho ╰┈➤ yn pls don't say this

nagi isn't jealous but he is, to a certain degree, possessive.

it's not to a point that it's overbearing since he believes you are your own person, but y'know, if he catches someone flirting with you or looking at you a little too long, he gets an urge to hide you away from the world, or kiss you silly until the whole world knows.

he just wants others to know that you’re his and he’s yours, a fact that’s not going to change any time soon.

it's easy to calm him down though!

his pacifism and calmness is actually one of the traits you love about him + how stubborn he is about it.

sometimes ☝️ this is the main reason why he can keep his head on his shoulders - for all things beside soccer.

but,,, one of the traits that have caused the worst conflict between you two is his laziness and how impassive he is towards a lot of things. although he is low maintenance, he is also low effort.

it's not terribly bothersome, it's just that if he doesn't care about something, nagi expects you not too either. but when it comes to what he does care about, nagi expects you too as well.

and you're not reo, you're not persuasive enough to lug a 190cm man to do what you want - nor are you that willing to compromise for him, like a certain purple-haired is.

you had a fight over this – his insistence on always getting what he wants and never listening to what you want, whether it be going on dates, how you should spend your time together; all couple things that deserved to be equally contributed towards - it was getting tiresome after a while of only fulfilling nagi’s wishes.

in addition to that, nagi is absolute shit at communication because of his laziness, so when you tell him that you'd appreciate a few texts to let you know what time he's coming home, he just shrugs you off.

"nagi, where are you?" you ask quietly in the phone, standing outside the restaurant that you'd booked a reservation at for the night, where nagi promised he’d meet you after a day of errands and practice.

“i’m still at practice, sorry, but i don’t think i can make it,” he mutters. in the distance, you can hear isagi and reo.

a part of you sours, hardening with annoyance. “oh. couldn’t you have told me earlier?” you try your best to hide the irritation out of your tone, really, you do, but you have limits and boundaries, and nagi was beginning to tread real close, especially after making you wait without bothering to tell you.

“hey, what’s the big deal? i didn’t really want to go to that restaurant anyways.”

“are you kidding? couldn’t you have also told me this earlier as well?”

“why are you getting worked up over this? it’s just dinner, i can bring home some takeout on the way or something.”

part of you quells in fury at his dismissive attitude and it worsens with how he tries to play it off that it’s no big deal. your boyfriend has ditched you for a date at a restaurant that you personally love, and not only that, reasoned that he didn’t care much for it anyway, making you feel like shit for even suggesting this place anyways.

with a scoff, you hang up on him before things can escalate and you’re spewing shit out of your mouth that will only damage you more. standing outside the restaurant, you’re trying to keep your cool, resisting the urge to throw your phone at something. you don’t want to go home, not yet, not when you took your time to look good and dress to impress.

nagi, on the other hand, looks at his phone with confusion, now staring at his locked homescreen.

“who was that?” isagi calls out the moment he notices the white-haired has hung up.

“y/n,” he replies, the confusion still laced in his expression.

“oh, why didn’t you let us say hi?” reo asks, jogging over to his long-time friend. isagi follows, hugging the ball by his side.

“i was about to but then y/n just hung up on me.”

only the purple-haired provides a reaction, eyes widening. “uh, nagi, what did you do?”

“i told y/n i can’t make it to a reservation we have tonight because i’m too busy practicing.”

“hey, why didn’t you tell us you had a date tonight?” isagi quizzes, quirking a brow. “if we knew we wouldn’t have asked you to stay behind!”

“it’s fine, i didn’t want to go to the place y/n booked either.”

reo’s eyes widen with panic as he grabs his best friend by the shoulders and shakes him. “and you told y/n that?”

“yeah? what’s the matter?”

isagi too, now looks baffled. what could isagi know that nagi doesn’t? “you are in big trouble, boy,” to which reo nods in agreement, “go home right now and make it up to y/n.”

“wait- what? what did i do?”

“we’ll tell you later- just, go get y/n’s favourite cake from that bakery we always go to and apologise!”

nagi does exactly as the purple-haired suggests, making it back home in no time. yet, when he pulls into the driveway of your shared home, he then notices your car right behind his, pulling up to a spot beside him. he gets out to walk over to the driver’s side of your car, waiting for the engine to quiet down, signalling it safe for him to then open the door for you.

“where did you come from? why are you just coming home n-” the words die on nagi’s throat when you step out of the car, still glammed up in your outfit that you wore just for him. he eyes you up and down appreciatively before meeting your gaze, “this is what i missed out on?” there's a little disbelief in his tone. nagi's beginning to loathe himself for missing out on how stunning you are for some ball?

you shrug non-committedly, shutting your door for him as you murmur out a ‘yeah, i guess it is’. he tenses at the nonchalance in your tone, shivering as he watched you walk away. the cake box suddenly weighs a lot more in his hand.

“wait- y/n!” he calls out, jogging after you whilst you fiddle with the keys, trying to find the one that unlocks your front door.

that night, there’s a lot of apologies, sweet nothings, and praise murmured between the two of you. safe to say, nagi buying the whole cake instead of mere slices of your favourite worked in his favour and he needs to text reo to say ‘thanks’.

he does improve as your relationship progresses. sure he’s lazy but he also values you as a partner and a companion, and he’s considerate enough to not let the ship sink because his own doing.

ANYWAYS 😁😁 back to the headcanons:

whenever you are (jokingly or actually) mad at him, you always threaten destrouing his gaming consoles. it’s nothing more than empty threats, nagi knows that and because he’s relatively unconcerned, it’s more than enough to end whatever petty fight you were going through because he just pulls out some unprovoked comment.

nagi loves making couples tiktoks with u 😐 u r that couple that makes people comment ‘aww so cute 😍 blocked.’ or ‘the highway looking good rn 🤣’

he also loves taking candids of you and as someone who is on his phone 24/7, he can take a lot of candids !!!

what your boyf doesn’t know is that he unconsciously helped you love yourself a little more from all angles - in both physical and non-physical ways. nagi thinks the world of you so it’s wrong for you to think otherwise :(( if you thought yourself to be mediocre then what does that make him? what does that make everyone else? no one can compare to you <3

hc that nagi is lowkey into photography? he has so many cameras, from digitals, to films, to actual cameras, there is not a time where he isn’t taking a photo of you.

his screen time alarms you like babes … this is worrying.

but you love him regardless.

obviously since meeting you it’s fallen a little. in saying that, you don’t try to discourage him from games whatsoever. in fact, you indulge him in it, feeding him his favourite snacks, a couple fruit pieces, ask him how his level is going - nagi’s so very grateful that you’re not trying to take him away from the one consistent thing in his life.

he loves u so much <3 if someone else took u away, nagi wouldn’t know what to do :<

OKAY BUT HOW DOES HE NOT HAVE SHIT EYESIGHT!!! you truly marvel at him everyday because he really is god’s favourite 😭

also now that he is a #maturedmaninlove, his favourite dates with you are beach dates bc he can lie in the sun like a cat whilst you take care of him, and afterwards, he can teach you to skate on the cement whilst the sun is setting. although you’re struggling, nagi still thinks you look beautiful, especially in the golden rays of daybreak.

additionally, he likes going on dates where you make things for one another. whether it’s pottery, painting, whatever, so long as you both get to walk away with something made by the other, nagi is SO happy.

ofc arcade dates and game nights are something he will never grow out of… but he’s starting to warm up to nights where you need to book reservations at restaurants. although he doesn’t fancy the idea of dressing up in a suit and formal attire, he does love the idea of admiring you all night, so long as he gets to show you off, he’s perfectly neutral.

nagi likes to text you updates about his day. you could be sitting next to each other, distracted with other things then he’d just text you a ‘lol look at this meme i just saw’.

you: ‘we’re sitting next to each other rn… that’s funny’

him: ‘don’t lie, i didn’t hear you laugh’

you: ‘try harder then’

him: ‘what a hoe got to do to make someone laugh nowadays :(‘

you: ‘you hardly get bitches, don’t think you’re a hoe 💀 ’

him: ‘babygrill :(((‘

you: ‘yeah this relationship isn’t going to work.’

he’ll then lunge at you and pin you to the couch with his weight, huffing when your laughter echoes through the air. at least he made you laugh.

look idk where this post ended up heading, but moral of the story, nagi seishiro as your bf >>>>>>>>>

i’ll take five please !!!!

#don't take this too seriously #he's just so CUTE <3 #nagi x reader #nagi fluff #nagi seishiro x reader #seishiro x reader #nagi x you #nagi drabble #blue lock x reader #blue lock nagi x reader #blue lock drabble #blue lock fluff #bllk fluff

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lowkeyrobin · 16 days

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hiii!! you are literally blessing tumblr rn with your trevor fics omg... anyways!! i was wondering if i could request a trevor spengler x fem!reader in which reader comes in with a ghost issue and the ghostbusters have to help her and almost immediately trevor wants to impress her with his "skills"... i think that would be super cute!! just her explaining the situation with the ghost and trevor is trying to act all cool and collected.. i hope that makes sense!!! thank you so much!

awe thank you!! glad to be serving you guys ; and yeah ofc ! only thing is I only write gn readers so I apologize for that, but I don't think I referenced pronouns or anything referring to gender at all so 👍 ; thank you for requesting and I hope you enjoy

TREVOR SPENGLER ; impression

summary ; Trevor trying to win you over with his "skills" and knowledge of being a ghostbuster

warnings ; language

word count ; 665

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"It's in the kitchen" You say, leaning against the door as you close it behind Trevor and Phoebe. Callie and Gary look to the kids, silently asking if they could do it on their own.

The pair nod, letting the adults sit on the stairs in front of the door. You lead the teens into the kitchen, showing them Slimer, eating everything out of your fridge.

"Fourth time this month. It stayed long enough for me to able to call" You inform quietly, watching Trevor beside you nod, Phoebe looking on with a bit of disgust and confusion. "He's a nice little guy, but I can't afford it in this economy"

"Yeah, we can take care of that for you," the boy replies, a quiet tone shaping his words so as not to scare the ghoulish creature raiding your fridge. He looks over at you, clearly a look in his eyes like he wanted to impress you for some reason.

Phoebe rolls her eyes and grabs a trap off the side of her proton pack, handing it to Trevor. "Go on, impress them"

"I'm not-" Trevor quickly speaks, then sighs, "Whatever"

He quietly sets up the trap, avoiding Slimer, now sitting on the floor, infecting the floorboards with its green goop. He stands back, crouched down in the doorway, foot on the lever of the trap. The proton thrower rests in his arms, finger on the trigger as he tries to lure Slimer toward the trap, hidden behind the doorway.

Unfortunately, the plan didn't work how Trevor wanted, now covered in green slime.

"Shit" He mumbles, wiping the goo off of his face.

You chuckle with a little smile, looking to Phoebe who gave you that "make him stop" look.

"Sorry, uh.." Trevor awkwardly says, gathering the trap to hand it back to Phoebe. "That obviously didn't go how it was intended"

"It was still impressive, I've never seen someone with so much patience try to do this before" You say, purposefully trying to boost his ego.

He smiles, "Yeah, uh, well... I'll clean all this up for you." He wipes some more slime off of himself, trying to move it to the floor for easier cleaning. "Uh, where's your mop?"

You point to a closet in the hallway, leading him to the cleaning supplies. Phoebe pulls you away, telling Trevor that you needed to speak with Callie and Gary for a moment.

"You've got an impressive son out there, ma'am," you say with a smile, quickly catching focus of her kind and comforting presence. "He's a real gem"

"Oh, yeah" She smiles, "He's a special one. Kind boy, I swear"

Phoebe looks at her mom with the same look. "Are you trying to wingman for Trevor?"

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"This is the power level indicator, and that's the intensification button, to like, up the anti, yknow?" Trevor explains, showing you how the proton thrower worked, trying to find any sense of interest in your eyes.

Luckily, your facial expression showed that clearly, as you were actually paying attention to him and the explanation of how his gear worked. You nod in response to him, trying to think of a question to ask to not make things weird.

"So, like, what do protons do? Like, to ghosts?"

"Oh!" He smiles, thanking whatever force was out there that you asked a question he could answer. "Basically-"

"Basically, he wants to go on a date with you" Phoebe quickly buts in, walking past with a smug smile for Trevor.

He quickly looks back to you, eyes widened. "Uh, don't listen to her!"

"I mean, I'd like that," you shrugged. "I'm impressed. That's what you wanted, right? I'll go out with you"

He blinks a few times, trying to make sure he'd heard you correctly. "Uh, oh my God, uhm, okay!" He nods. "Did I actually impress you?"

You smile and nod, giving him the answer he wanted, and you knew was the truth.

"You owe me twenty dollars, Phoebe!"

#lowkeyrobin #ghostbusters frozen empire #ghostbusters afterlife #ghostbusters x reader #trevor spengler #trevor spengler x reader #finn wolfhard x reader #finn wolfhard #gender neutral reader #gn reader #they/them reader #gn! reader

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lcandothisallday · 11 months

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Court Side Butterflies Part 1 - Jack Harlow x f!reader

this actually SUCKS but oh well. Might make a part 2

photo credit to @a-moment-captured !!

You walk under the tunnel with your best friend, making your way through the swarms of people to get your court side seat. Your best friend was dating a player on the Boston Celtics—Jaylen Brown to be exact, which warranted the both of you sitting court side to support her man.

With it being a game 7, you knew this game was going to be tense and you only hoped the Celtics would win so that your best friend could celebrate with her boyfriend. If it were up to you, you didn’t really care who wins—only wishing for an exciting game.

“I’m gonna go speak with Jaylen real quick,” your friend mused. “Wish him luck and all.” You nod and smirk at your love sick friend. “Wish him luck for me too!” you exclaim as she walks away.

There was still about 15 minutes until the game officially started so you decided to take your seat and chill on your phone in the meantime.

While you’re scrolling through Instagram, two quite large people walk in front of you—one of them nearly stepping on your toes.

“Oh sweetheart I’m sorry!” the man exclaimed. “Did I step on your toes?—”

You look up at the bald man and shake your head with a laugh. “No no you’re good,” you reassure. Your line of sight trails to see the man going to take a seat next to him, your eyes going slightly wide when you realize it was Jack Harlow.

Jack’s dad sits next you, prompting him to make small talk. “Routing for the Celtics?”

“Yeah,” you confirm with a nod. “Here with my best friend—she’s dating Jaylen so I guess I gotta be supportive of the both of them,” you joke.

“Oh—are you not a basketball fan?” he chuckled in question.

“I am! It’s just been a long day,” you laugh.

“Jeez Dad—leave the poor girl alone. Probably doesn’t wanna talk to you all night,” Jack teased, causing his Dad to scoff playfully and for you to giggle.

“Jack,” he introduced, extending his hand towards you. “Y/N. It’s nice to meet you…and your Dad ” you reply with a smile.

Jack’s Dad smiled at the interaction before he leaned in close to his son, his voice low. “Wanna sit next to her?” he whispered in question. “She’s pretty—maybe you could get her number,” he mused, playing wingman.

Jack’s face heated up, his cheeks blushing with a tint of red. “Uh…not now. It’ll be too obvious. Plus she’s a model…to many eyes on us,” he whispered back a bit bashfully. He couldn’t deny that you were indeed beautiful and he would’ve loved the opportunity to talk more and get to know you— but there were simply too many eyes and cameras around to risk any annoying rumours that frankly he didn’t wanna deal with.

Soon enough, your friend makes her way back to her seat, leaning in close with a knowing smirk. “Jayson asked about youuuu,” she hummed matter of factly which Jack couldn’t help but overhear. While he loved Jayson and considered him a friend, the jealousy still bubbled within him. He knew it wasn't warranted--after all he barely knew you but it didn't stop his feelings.

He was still intrigued to hear your response so he sat quietly, his dad also unknowingly doing the same.

You scoff at your friends remark. “He's too hot and cold with me...until he wants to commit then I'm not doing anything," you shrug.

You friend groaned, “oh come on y/n! He likes you—you like him—the sex is great apparently—”

“Oh my god!” you interrupt exclaiming. “Shut up! Just please shut up,” you groan, shaking your head in embarrassment. “That’s not something you can say in public with media and fans everywhere,” you mutter lowly.

Your friend shrugged. “I just want you to be happy.”

“How about I worry about that and you worry about cheering on your boyfriend,” you deadpan.

“Suite yourself.”

You sit quietly for the remainder of quarter, your arms crossed as you stared ahead with a stoic expression. You loved your friend but she can be a bit much at times.

When half time finally came around, your friend got up to comfort Jaylen for being down a couple points. “You coming?”she asked, more so wanting to know if you were going to talk to Jayson.

“Nah—I’m gonna stick here.” She simply nodded and headed off.

“Your friend seems like a handful,” Brian spoke to you with a chuckle, causing Jack’s eyes to widen. “Dad!” he scolded.

You however thought it was funny and began laughing. “She…she really is. I’m sorry you guys had to um…hear that,” you breath out shyly.

Jack licked his lips with a kind smile. “Don’t worry about it…my best friend Urban would’ve said worse,” he mused, trying to lighten the mood.

“Ok good to know it’s a universal experience,” you hum.

Brian smirked. “Hm—why don’t you two kiddos go grab us some drinks?” he suggested. Jack’s head snapped towards his dad, glaring at him while his cheeks turned red.

“Yeah why not,” you replied.

You and Jack walked side by side to the concession stand, him walking with his hands awkwardly in his pocket. “Your dad is very nice,” you began.

Jack scoffed playfully. “Nah—he’s tryna play matchmaker,” he laughed, shaking his head shamefully.

“Ohhhh I see,” you hum teasingly. “I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t working,” you confess, your cheeks burning up.

Jack grinned. “Damn—might need to have him work his magic more often,” he hummed.

You scoff in feigned offence. “Only if it works in my favour. Wouldn’t want him helping you get other girls.”

“Oh so you’re territorial huh?”

“What if I am?” you taunt in question.

“Fuuuck,” he laughed, his dimple appearing as he ran his hand through his hair. “I cant lie—that’s hot.”

“So tell me…if I ask you out,” Jack began nervously as he scratching the back of his neck. “Am I gonna have to worry about Jayson and his ‘great sex?’”

“I’m not seeing him anymore.”

Jack shook his head. “That’s not what you implied back there…if he committed…are you gonna commit back?” he asked, reiterating what you said to your friend earlier.

You sighed. “I’m sure I could ask you the same thing—with all the girls around you,” you point out.

“Nahhh—don’t do that. Don’t gaslight me and twist it back on me,” Jack laughed while shaking his head. “When you figure it out—I really would love to take you out…maybe even show you what great sex really is,” he smirked.

“Deal.”

#jack harlow #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow blurb #jack harlow imagines #jack harlow x y/n #jack harlow fluff #jack harlow x you #jackharlow

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sixosix · 1 year

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nishinoya yuu loves his teammates.

he adores shouyou, yamaguchi, and kageyama. (tsukishima is only slowly growing on him.) point is, he loves his junior teammates dearly, and would gladly win and lose every tournament if it means just being with them.

but right now? it almost doesn’t feel that way.

you shift nervously, hoping hinata wouldn’t turn around and see the almost poisonous glare nishinoya is drilling on the back of his head. you can see the smoke coming from his ears.

“um.” you feel sweat trickle down the side of your face on hinata’s behalf. “hinata-kun…”

“huh?” says hinata, so painfully oblivious. he tilts his head, asking, “is that a no? it’s okay if you don’t know how to, i can teach you!”

someone gasps from the sidelines.

an unreadable look passes over nishinoya’s face. you almost laugh at how much he’s resembling a disgruntled kitten.

“i know how to, hinata-kun, it’s just that—”

“shouyou,” says nishinoya sternly, a shadow cast across his face, “please stop flirting with the love of my life.”

hinata’s face drains of color so fast you almost reach out in case he faints right then and there. “nishinoya-senpai!” he cries, horrified, “is it against the—the bro… bro… conduct…? contract?”

“the bro code,” yamaguchi helpfully supplies.

“the bro code!” hinata continues. “is it against the bro code to teach someone’s significant other volleyball?”

“it is very intimate,” tanaka agrees, nodding. “i wouldn’t cross that line even on those damn city boys!”

“since when was there a bro code?” sugawara wonders.

“what’s a bro code?” kageyama looks lost, and a little miffed he’s missing out on what seems to be another rule about volleyball he doesn’t know.

“because!” nishinoya yells, catching the attention of just about everyone in the court. “because i don’t want any of you wooing y/n-chan! only i get to look cool in front of y/n, okay? not even you, shouyou.”

hinata nods, taking his mistake seriously.

“yuu,” you laugh, exasperated and hopelessly fond, “there’s no need for all that. only you look the coolest in my eyes.”

nishinoya freezes, jaw hanging wide open. it is impossible, realistically, but everyone watches in awe as an arrow in the shape of a heart strikes him right on his chest.

“y-y/n…” he sobs, sprinting over to you until you’re tackled. but you’re too used to his antics so you just hold him up awkwardly, unfazed. “i love you! would you really let me teach you volleyball?”

this seems extremely important for nishinoya, so you play along and pretend to consider it. “hmm, i don’t know,” you muse, and nishinoya holds his breath. “are you a good teacher?”

“he is!” tanaka agrees immediately, the number one wingman.

“nishinoya-senpai is the best teacher!” and hinata means it, too. “you’re so lucky, y/n-san!”

“i’m touched to have this honor, then,” you laugh.

“i love you guys! i’m treating you ice cream tomorrow!” nishinoya continues sobbing and preening from the praise. he turns to you, pointing with a finger. “i’m not going to make you regret choosing me!”

you find it sweet that nishinoya is more than happy to let you in on his favorite sport. he seems overjoyed of the thought of you and volleyball combined. “of course, yuu. i’m looking forward to it.”

this is so stupid HAHAHA i swear it’s like i forgot how to write anymore. i didnt even want to do my fancy format bc i cant think of a title for this

is this a good time to post? no. am i gonna do it anyway so i can slowly make my way back to the algorithm before posting longer fics even though this’ll flop? absolutely yes.

#606:HQ #606:KRSN #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #hq fluff #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu drabbles #nishinoya yuu x reader #nishinoya yuu x you #yuu nishinoya x reader #nishinoya x reader #nishinoya fluff #nishinoya fanfiction

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sinimake · 5 months

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Part 3 of my Johnshi headcanons !!!

In my previous headcanon, i said Kenshi loves nature and hiking so Johnny often takes them on vacations around the world for Kenshi to enjoy and he even bought a private jet so that Sento doesn't have to go throught TSAs

Johnny has many big celebrity friends and it specially amazes Raiden and Kung Lao like what do you mean you know Lady Gaga? Fyi, We had a game night at her place last month

Johnny learns japanese. While he's not entirely fluent, his accent is immaculate. Locals always get shocked to see a very handsome white guy speaking their language like he's born to do that

^ also Johnny does the most of talking to strangers in Japan bc people get scared when Kenshi approaches them

They both try to go incognito on the streets but Johnny gets always stopped by people, not bc he's recognized, but people are just mesmerized by him

^ one time, a salesman tried to hire him at those male maid cafes and Johnny called Kenshi Ojousama (princess) for whole day to tease him

Johnny and Kenshi at Hanabi festival! Wearing yukatas! Playing matsuri games! And watching fireworks! Kenshi even wins prizes for Johnny in the festival games bc that's what couple do, and Kenshi has never done it for anyone before

Kenshi has a sister, Akane! She operates as the head of their clan and also a skilled swordswoman.

^ Johnny and Akane are menace combined. Kenshi cannot have a minute of peace when they visit his home

While Kenshi's family is always pleasant. Johnny's is not so much. Johnny mom is a shrewd looking woman, and Kenshi was nervous to meet her first bc of her being a cop and him being an ex gangster. But they came to like each other later. Johnny's dad is distant and obviously judgemental of both of them, but he's apprehensive of Kenshi's past enough to hold his tongue for unwanted comments. On the flip side, Johnny's brother? Not so much. He can hope to god that he won't run into the wrong side of Sento, accidentally

They have a small private wedding that represents both of their culture. Liu Kang is their wedding officiant bc he's literally their creator n everything but Johnny and Kenshi thought it would be funny since Liu Kang has put so much effort in them that he's essentially their wingman

Obviously, Kung Lao is Johnny’s bestman and Raiden is Kenshi's

They had to beg Baraka for at least 5 months to come to their wedding, and he finally concedes when Kenshi tells him how much of a good friend and companion he was during their mission to Outworld and they can't imagine their special day without him

They both walk down the aisle, holding hands, and Smoke cried real tears at that

Johnny's manager worked overtime to make sure there will be no paparazzi, and the only official pictures to public are posted on Johnny's instagram. Those are the first ever pics of Kenshi's face valiantly shown, and he's smiling at Johnny with so much love

Johnny's vow includes: "You saved my life. It's yours to keep now."

#johnshi #johnny x kenshi #johnshi headcanon #johnny cage #kenshi takahashi #mk1 2023 #mk1 #mortal kombat #mortal kombat 2023

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eisa-core · 4 months

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[GOING SEVENTEEN] HIDE N SEEK ep. 53

SEVENTEEN's signature chase game 'HIDE N SEEK' is back 🤫

???: isn't it like... better than 'MOUSEBUSTERS?'

What awaits at the end after a crazily genius round of hiding and seeking? 😎

[Rules] - [Divide into two teams of six and switch roles for each round]

The first team had been formed, Dino as leader only had the support of Daisy while the others (Minghao, Woozi, Mingyu, Seokmin, Vernon) were forced to join. Never a day will pass where Daisy and Dino do not play each other's wingman.

«We will definitely win» - The opposing team led by Seungkwan was already starting to provoke Dino. «I don't know what it is but I get competitive with him» - Dino rolled his eyes as he shrugged his shoulders, starting a typical BooChan scene in GoSe.

At the beginning of the first round Dino and the "Not Logical" team had to deal with hiding objects and then finding the hiding team.

«Is it camouflage?» - Mingyu was trying to hide the megaphone as best he could. «It sticks out tho» - Daisy had joined him in hiding the objects, as well as Vernon who was standing next to the two of them. «Yeah it's too clean, clean and new» - Mingyu was holding the object, squaring its details until he pressed the power button which made, of course, noise.

«What's wrong with you?» - Vernon and Daisy said in unison, giving a side-eye to Mingyu who stood still to take the rebukes of the other two. Daisy hurriedly went to hide other random items: a poster board, a stuffed animal, a pillow. «Guys, it's time to go» - Dino shouted as soon as the staff began to keep track of the time available before the offense team Hot Pack advanced in looking for the items, but also to hide.

«Do you think they will find the objects?» - Minghao asked while waiting for the opposing team to hide. «I don't think so, Woozi and I did our best» - «Me too!» - Mingyu added, catching his second side-eye of the day.

«Okay, let's go! No wait, Daisy and Mingyu stay here with me, without fighting, the others will do all the work. You know, the beauty of having so many members» - Dino lay down in one of those lounge chairs inside this huge indoor playground, with Daisy on his right and Mingyu on his left, while the others split up to look for members of the opposing team.

«There's one there» - Daisy had seen very well one of the boys hiding behind some bushes and pointed him out without much gesture to Dokyeom who had approached them. «He's hiding there» - She continued to give directions. Do you want to know on whom? Jeonghan. He was hiding but knew he had been seen and begged for silence and not to go chasing after him.

[It's so good to see you]

«Should we chase him?» - Dokyeom looked at the three members who were relaxing. «No, leave him» - Dino replied as he closed his eyes, thus not seeing that Daisy and Dokyeom had already set off running in hopes of catching Jeonghan. «My soldiers are working hard» was the last thing he said before the shift ended. [Creative and funny moments].

[Round 2]

«I need to warm up» - Minghao said as he waited for the other team to hide the items, already inventing a way not to be found. He got under a box, all crouched down. «He fits!» - «He looks like a luggage!» - The others laughed at his choice of imaginative hiding while Daisy covered her face in embarrassment. He's her boyfriend after all. «I'll try it» - Minghao chuckled and once the go to hide had been given, he took Daisy by the hand wanting her help. «Put the box on me please» - They were close to Wonwoo who, unable to play, also laughed at the hiding places. «Alright, don't let them find you right away» [Spoiler: he is found right away] - Daisy placed the box on him not before giving him a kiss hidden by the cameramen.

«Why am I so happy about this?» - Daisy jumped as she looked for a good hiding place; She enjoyed games like that. She initially decided to hide by crouching behind a pillar, but once Joshua found Minghao she changed her mind.

She sat in the chairs placed next to Wonwoo, where those who were found also sat, including not only Minghao, but also Dino, DK, and Woozi: They had no hope of winning. «Did they find you?» - Minghao turned to her mimicking the words, since Jeonghan was there to guard them, but she waved off. «I'm hungry» - so she pretended to be caught by sitting there. «Want some?» - The guard Jeonghan pulled out some chips from his pocket which Daisy took in her hand to open but met Dino's gaze. «Give it to me» - «Here you go boss» - Daisy laughed and then Dino in turn handed the chips to Minghao, who had a lost look. «You take it» - Dino laughed even more and at that moment Daisy decided to release everyone by touching her hand first to Minghao's [A free woman] [Freedom is contagious] «You're free! You haven't got me yet!» - «Get her!» - Jeonghan shouted shocked at being teased.

- [Staff] «Here are the final results»

[Team Hot Pack 1pt; Team Not Logical 0pt]

«Team Hot Pack won against Team Not Logical» - Seungkwan was all too pleased to have defeated Dino after nearly 3 hours of recording. «Too bad» - «We tried so hard actually» - «Knew it» - were the comments of DK, Minghao and Mingyu instead. But not Daisy.

After the recording was finally over, and everyone had gone to take off their microphones and change, she approached Kim Hyunseok, the director of Going Seventeen. «Hyunseok-nim, I heard things earlier: when I was hiding, Jeonghan and Hoshi were talking about photos they took but airdropped with each other! Please check them I swear I heard so but don't tell them now or they will torture me all the time!!!» - What Daisy had heard was true, she was also conflicted about unmasking them during the announcement of the results but it was already funny to her that way!

What will happen to the Seungkwan Team after the spy reveals these secrets?

ー☆ ͏

oc's masterlist.

going seventeen.

#eisa-core #oc daisyhwang #seventeen female oc #seventeen 14th member #seventeenxoc #seventeen female member #kpop oc #svt x oc #svt 14th member #14 member of seventeen #14th member of seventeen au #14th member of seventeen #seventeen 14th member au #seventeen oc #seventeen au #seventeen female addition #oc: daisyhwang

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disneyprincemuke · 3 months

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DO YOU- 😭😭 DO YOU THINK—

THEA DO YOU THINK THAT 😭😭😭 HAVING BABY SARGEANT W HIM IN THE PADDOCK WOULD HELP 😭😭😭😭 LOGAN MAKE FRIENDS 😭😭😭😭

MAX COMING UP TO HIM W PENELOPE AND 😭😭😭 P ASKING IF BABY CAN PLAY SO 😭 MAX AND LOGAN SIT DOWN SOMEWHERE WHILE THE GIRLS PLAY AND 😭😭 DISCUSS THE LAST RACE AND NOW LOGAN 😭😭😭 HAS ONE MORE FRIEND

KMAG AND LAURA BUT LAURAS A BIT TOO SMALL TO PLAY YET 😭😭 KMAG JUST COMES UP AND IS LIKE ASKING FOR ADVICE ON HOW TO DEAL W THE TERRIBLE TWOS OR SMN 😭😭 AND THEN THEYRE LIKE “haha hope we beat u in the championship good luck tho” AND NOW 😭😭 NOW LOGAN HAS TWO MORE FRIENDS

CHECO AND CAROLA AND THE KIDS 😭😭😭 COME OVER AND JUST OFFER THEIR SUPPORT TO MUM AND LOGAN 😭😭😭😭 “from what we can see you’re doing such a good job with baby” AND CHECO PULLS LOGAN 😭😭 TO THE SIDE AND SAYS “i know it’s hard everyday you’re away from your kids, but she’s so proud of you.” AND NOW 😭😭😭 LOGAN HAS THREE MORE FRIENDS 😭😭😭😭😭

thea i’m in tears

—🎀

did u just call me thea 🤭

THE PLAYDATES W ALL THE BABIES OMG??? atp baby sgt is just a wingman to make her dad many friends 🤭🤭🤭🤭 and i LOVE it bc it’s a win-win situation!

#disneyprincemuke asks #dpm x 🎀

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viiiiiiiiiin · 1 month

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JAJSJSJDJSD HELL YEAH

Sanji with bff reader who's trying to be his wingman and failing pls (either because sanji is really bad at picking up ladies or the reader is horrendous at wingmanning, heck maybe even both, you decide)

Next Time: Sanji and Wingman Reader

Includes: Sanji , Male Reader , Strawhats

A / N: STOP I LOVE THIS. LOSERS BEING BESTIES FR !!! I hope u don't mind that I chose male reader. I don't write much of them and I want a variety :) enjoy ! Sorry it's short @@

"Cmon Sanji ! You got this ! Do what we rehearsed !" You gave him a thumbs up and a toothy grin. The blonde haired gentleman nodded in return as you took your place behind the door.

Another failed attempt , you assumed by the way his head was hung downwards. You walked over to him and patted his back gently. "It's okay , Ji. You'll get 'er next time !" You laughed and threw your arm around his muscular shoulder.

"Maybe I should try a different pickup line. What do ya got , Reader ?" He asked , grabbing a notepad from seemingly nowhere.

"Ooh ! Ooh ! How about this ! Pretend to spill a drink and be like 'I tripped over my feelings for you . . .' That's gotta win Nami over for sure !" You spun around and grabbed out a poster board.

"What about something about tangerines ? 'You heart is as sweet and sour as a Tangerine' as you kiss her hand. That's gotta make her swoon !" The fact that both of you were so bad at picking up women honestly made the crew feel a bit bad. Why Sanji listened to your advice , the world will never know.

"How about for Robin - Chwan !" He said , spinning as he spoke of the dark haired diva. You placed a finger to your chin , deep in thought. Maybe a dark pun ? Maybe a history pun ? Before you could think , you spoke.

"Ooh ! How about 'you stole my heart like Doflamingo stole Dressrosa . . .' Thats gotta woo her !" You jumped up and down and smiled widely. "What if I gave her something as I said that ?? Or you could help me trip for the pick up line with Nami - Swan !" Sanji rambled as he swirled around , a love tornado of lust was what he was.

"Ooh ! Great idea !! You're so smart !!" Sanji closed his notepad and you both walked over to the ginger. She raised an eyebrow and you pushed Sanji , fake acting like you did it by accident. "Oh no ! I'm sooo sorry Sanji !" You snickered , watching as he fell to his strong knees.

"I tripped over my love for you , mademoiselle . . ~" He spoke smoothly , a perverted grin on his pale face. Nami picked up the book she was reading and smacked both of you in the head.

"That one sucked ! At least be mote creative !" With that , she stomped away and left the both of you with massive bumps on your heads. You both groaned and sat up.

"Fuck , another failure. I'm sorry , Ji. I'll figure somethin' out." You scratched your aching head snd looked sadly at the devastated cook. "Maybe you just haven't met the right girl ! Try flirting when we get to the next island !"

Your suggestion didn't go unheard. As you approached an island to restock supplies , you snd Sanji ran out to the nearest bar. "Try buying her a drink and saying she's as sweet as it ! Or I could spill it on you and you could say your love for her spilled over you !" You suggested as the both of you dashed to the nearest bar.

"Yeahh !! I got this !!"

He does not got it. You spilled the drink and it got ALL over his slacks and the ground. You both ended up being kicked out for causing a disturbance and made all the women laugh at yalls failed attempt at seducing a possible suitor.

You both walked out , dejected at the last failed attempt. You sighed dramatically and fell to the ground. "I'm sorry , Ji ! Next time !"

Next time. How many more 'next time's can he take ? You both were seemingly made to be best friends. One horrendous at flirting and the other horrendous at wingmanning. Next time , next time , next time. Would there be a next time ?

#one piece #op #reader insert #x reader #one piece x you #fluff #vixenwrites #sanji x reader #vinsmoke sanji #black leg sanji #sanji #one piece sanji #one piece x male reader #male reader #male y/n #one piece strawhats #straw hat pirates #best friends #vixens100followersspecial

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notroosterbradshaw · 1 year

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Prompt 88: Kisses in which ‘i’ll kiss you right now to prove i don’t feel anything for you’‘ but the kiss proves the opposite.

PROMPT: 88. kisses in which ‘i’ll kiss you right now to prove i don’t feel anything for you’‘ but the kiss proves the opposite

thank you for this, Mak and @gretagerwigsmuse , fluff awaits!

The teasing was relentless.

And exhausting.

"Just ask her out, Rooster. Keep up your MO and someone else may swoop in while you're nestled all snug on your perch," Hangman catcalled as Rooster hoisted the ball down the beach into his tummy to shut him the fuck up. Rooster enjoyed seeing Hangman doubled over, a delighted smirk gracing his features.

God, if there was a more annoying motherfucker, Rooster had yet to find them.

Needing a time out and spotting you up the beach, Rooster sighed. It didn't make anything easier, no one was ever going to understand your friendship - he cherished it. It was purely platonic, non-sexual, he was your wingman, and you were his. All above board, just how you both liked it.

"Hey, you guys look like you're having fun," you smiled as Bradley trotted back down the beach, sweat and sand laced with his sunscreen, skin glistening as he collapsed on your beach towel. You hid your laugh at the dare he and Javy had given each other to find the tightest jeans they had and make jorts out of them for the day out.

You couldn't think of anything more uncomfy than wet, sandy jeans glued to your body. You handed him a beer from the cooler beside you. "Thank you," he said gratefully. "We gonna get you out there? Phoenix and Halo are having a go."

"Would rather die that play with you meatheads, but thank you," you laughed quietly as he grinned, and rolled to his back, hitched on his elbow, taking a welcome sip from the cool bottle.

"Who's winning?"

"Not a fuckin' clue," he admitted. "I'm just trying to bury Hangman," he wriggled his eyebrows as you laughed.

"I figured. Got him good before.”

"Yeah," Bradley grinned proudly. “Was fun.”

"I'm sure he did something to deserve it."

"Always," he confirmed.

"You can't be the bigger person?" you teased as he grinned wider.

"Nope," Rooster admitted, pulling a deep swill from the bottle. "Being the nice guy never got me anywhere before."

"What's he baiting you with?" you dared ask.

"You, the usual. Jesus Christ, he will never get off my ass about you," Rooster said like it was absolutely no big deal to him.

"Me?" you frowned, adjusting your shades over your eyes so you could watch him. It gave you heart palpitations to think his friends were on his case about you. You hoped and prayed it didn't make Rooster resent them, or you, though.

"They think we should date. They don't get it."

No shit, you thought dismally.

Argh, it was like a dagger to the heart. You knew Rooster had absolutely zero attraction to you. He loved that you were one of the guys. He loved that you could give him advice on the girls he fucked around with. He loved that you could drink whiskey together and talk shit all hours. The big problem was... Rooster didn't feel the way you did and he had absolutely no clue that you'd been keen on him for months (years) and it was starting to take its toll in a multitude of facets of your life.

"It's just so childish and ridiculous."

"Completely childish," you repeated and slowly added, "Ridiculous."

But it was no lie. Thinking about Bradley Bradshaw's lips, body and what it could do for you had started taking up a tremendous amount of your daydreams. Watching him lay beside you, looking like he did, only made you uncomfy.

"Maybe I’ll kiss you right now to prove I don’t feel anything for you," Rooster sipped his beer with a laugh. "Show them all we're just friends and maybe they will get off my ass."

"I don't think you need to do that - " you said as Rooster sat up and moved to his knees.

"No, seriously. We're friends, just imagine it's like kissing your brother," he said with a giggle, pulling your sunnies from your face as he tossed his glasses with yours. He was giddy, maybe even a little excited, to prove his hypothesis correct, you realised as he bounced a little. "Ready?"

"Not real - " you started but it was too late. He licked his lips and his soft mouth was on yours. It was just how you imagined it, even if there was more - oops, there you go. Tongue. Tongue?! You pulled away carefully as he apologised profusely.

"Oh, my God, I'm so sorry," Rooster said, urgently. He jumped away from you like he'd been electrified. You were embarrassed beyond belief - your first kiss with Rooster and it repulsed him.

"It's cool," you told him, grabbing your glasses and excusing yourself to take a dip in the water. Maybe a rip would catch you and drag you out, never to be seen again. Would certainly solve a lot of the problems you were currently facing and Rooster's kiss only compounded it.

He was repulsed by you, it was devastating to consider as your toes felt the first cool laps of water hit them. Anything to soothe your scorching body and you made your way out to your hips, the energy of the waves nothing like the energy coursing through your veins. His lips were so sweet, so soft. His tasted like his beer, but it was forgivable. His tongue was like velvet, you definitely didn't expect that. Soft, curious and everything you wanted your first kiss with him to be... except his reaction.

Letting the waves push you around a bit, you felt strong arms circle your middle and soft lips caress your shoulder. "Look at me and kiss me again," Bradley's voice begged softly. Demanding, a little deeper than usual. You turned to face him, his sunglasses still off his face and glaring with the afternoon sun. "Your lips felt so good," he breathed, his hands cool against you as he pulled you to him, he lifted you, your legs lifted in the weightlessness of the ocean and wrapped them around his middle.

"It'll change everything," you confided.

"Your kiss has already changed me," he breathed, his lips lowering to yours again. He knew he had you scared and surprised, but it didn’t stop him. He needed to know that your kiss felt as right as the first time. His hazel eyes fluttered closed as you tasted salt on his lips this time from the ocean spray. He adjusted his hips, nudging you to keep you close as his lips melded with yours, warm and wet. “More,” he whispered against your lips, opening his mouth to you, his teeth gently nipping your lips. His slippery tongue traced your lips and you eagerly greeted him, his tongue dancing with yours.

His large hands pressed wide against your back, feeling as much skin as he could learn quickly. His nose bumped against yours as he deepened the kiss and you finally reached around him, wrapping your arms around his neck. He took it to slide his hands lower, hold your hips and pressed you further into his chest.

“Oh my God,” you managed as he did cease, his lips leaving yours and pressing gentle, feather-light touches across your cheeks to your jaw and into our pulse. “Bradley,” you sighed deeply through your nose. Your fingers pressed into his hair, grabbing at the curls as he moaned his mouth moving back to yours.

“Why didn’t you tell me it would feel this good?” he demanded you.

“You needed to find out yourself,” you told him, head falling back as he kissed down your throat, licking and leaving a trail of saliva as the waves pushed into you but he kept you steady. “I was just waiting for you.”

“How long?”

“Months, years, always,” you confided as he groaned and met your lips again, all the politeness had left as your grip around him tightened. You could hear cheering and whooping from the beach and while you were embarrassed, you’d do anything to desperately cling on to the remains of this kiss. You reluctantly pulled back from him, twirling wet ringlets around your fingers. “Now what?”

“Everything,” he figured, with a smile, his lips wet and swollen. “And Jesus, I cannot wait to kiss the rest.”

A/N: the tag list no longer exists. To keep up to date, give @notroosterbradshaw-library a follow x

#notroosterbradshaw #rooster #rooster x reader #rooster x you #rooster imagine #rooster fanfic #rooster fluff #rooster fic #top gun fanfiction #bradley bradshaw fanfiction #bradley bradshaw #bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster bradshaw

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moonkkives · 2 years

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— ( RACES & OLD RITUALS! )

pairing: max verstappen x driver fem!reader

summary: max has always been your good luck charm, just as much as you are his.

warning: so fluffy, gianpiero wingman😔, max is crazy in love

word count: 1.1k

them: this is what falling in love feels like by jvke

author’s note: im in my max feels after his win today at the hungary gp (baby boy was so happy!!🥺🧡) so i whipped this out in like half an hour. sorry if it’s not good but my brain is literally fried due to uni. more and better things to come for sure!!

taglist at the end, if anyone is interested please don’t hesitate to ask! (also, requests are currently open!)

“i seriously feel like i see you more on this side than on your own garage” gianpiero deadpanned, not even looking up from the endless amount of data sheets he was absorbing before the race.

you couldn’t help but laugh at gp’s monote voice, “that’s because my presence brings you an infinite amount of joy.” you said with a teasing smile, making him and the rest of the race engineers that were huddled around the table laugh as well.

gp rolled his eyes, an amused look on his face. “would you please get out of my garage? i already have enough dutch to go around.”

you feigned a gasp, “hey! i’m the better kind of dutch!”

before you fell into a tangent, gp waved you off with a growing smile on his face. “yeah, yeah, whatever. the not-so-good kind of dutch is in his drivers room.”

you said goodbye to gianpiero and the rest of the guys, before making your way to max’s room. a few people smiled at you on the way there, as everyone was used to having you on this side of the garage; same goes for max when he’s on yours.

the rest of max’s team loved having you there, since it was very hard to miss the way the dutch guy perked up when he had you around. everyone always shared knowing looks when max’s could keep his eyes off of yours and how he followed you around like a lost puppy, smiling at anything and everything you said.

gp always fake gagged at your guy’s cheesiness, but truthfully he was very impatient about someone, anyone, making a move on the other. being one of max’s biggest confidente, he knew more than he let on; so, anytime he’d catched his arm wrapped around your waist or word spread around that a picture of you two had gone viral, the smallest smile filled with pride graced his face.

both yours and max’s media team were your guy’s number one fans. they always seemed to catch the perfect pictures to make fans go crazy, and have squealed and ‘awed’ an absurd amount of time when showing the rest of the team pictures they’ve taken of max and you when you weren’t even looking.

“do you think today is the day?” tom, verstappen's performance engineer asked, partly joking, but with hopefulness as well.

gp could only chuckle. “as if.”

as you absently made your way through the garage, you came in contact with a hard chest. you felt max’s chest vibrate as he let out a small chuckle with his hands automatically coming to your waist to stabilize you.

“oh” he said, raising a brow. max’s eyes lit up at your presence. “came here to steal information?”

you poked his shoulder, his hands still around your waist, “don’t need it. i am, in fact, quicker than you on the straights.” you referred to last week’s race debrief.

he hummed. “that’s debatable. but you do, in fact, open too wide at many corners.”

you gasped. “i do not!”

he mocked your gasp in a exaggerated manner, “i do not!” he copied you in a highly pitched tone.

you laughed at that, and max could help look at you with warm eyes, completely mesmerized. a smile grew on his lips at the sound of your laugh a the sparkle of your eyes. he could almost hear gianpiero’a voice on his head.

he’s so, utterly, fucked. and whipped.

the small little bubble you both had created suddenly disappeared at the voice of your performance coach calling your name from the outside of the garage, “time’s up. we need to do a quick brief.”

you turned at the sound of his voice and nodded at him in acknowledgment. “i’ll be right up!”

since the beginning of your f1 career, max and you developed a ritual that you guys did before every race. even before you signed with redbull and were part of mclaren, you always made sure to find each other in the sea of people. you had never gone a race without finding each other and max often refers to you a his good luck charm.

for the past two years with you in red bull and max as your next door neighbor, things were much easier.

now facing each other, max’s arms left your waist and extended his palms in front of you with a knowing smile. you smiled at the gesture, joining your hands with his’ with your fingers interlocking in what for you was a very familiar touch.

people often joked max and you were born holding hands together, but you truly believe your palms had molded into the shape of his. hand in hand, he brought your hands close to his lips and deposited a soft kiss on them, “see you on the other side.” max’s bright blue eyes beamed at you.

you mirrored his smile and equaled the gesture, bringing your joined hands towards you and kissing your knuckles. well, more his than yours.

not intentionally, of course.

“see you on the other side.” you answered. max squeezed your hands one final time, before your hands left his.

you were already missing his soft skin pressed against yours as you turned around and left for your garage, which was right besides his. just like he had always been; right beside you.

max eyes were glued to your back whilst watching you disappear. the boy-ish smile only left his face when he felt gianpiero give him a firm pay on the back.

“okay lover boy, don’t get all gooey with me now. time to race.”

later you would find out that the media team had snapped a few pictures of you at the perfect time; one of you with your hands intertwined and leveled up to both of your chins,you looking down and your fingers and max’s warm gaze never leaving tour face. there was another one similar but with max kissing your knuckles and then you doing the same.

all three pictures were posted with the caption:

“red bull’s good luck charms = 🦁🧡 + 🐯🧡”

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You’re a Wonder

Part 1

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Rooster x Kazansky!Reader

Warnings: Alcohol, Swearing, Mentions of death

Request: Nope

Word Count: 7.7k (she’s kind of a long one sorry babes)

Synopsis: Y/n “Wonder” Kazansky is called back to Top Gun for a mission. It’s your first team mission in years, due to an accident in the past that left you shaken and scarred. This pretty much follows the events of the movie but with some changes and additions! One being you of course, dear reader.

A/N: Hello lovely people! This is my first multi-chapter Top Gun story and I am literally so so excited! I hope you enjoy! :D

You watch as Hangman throws his darts at the board, each one landing in the center. Next to him, Coyote lets out a scoff and covers Hangman’s eyes as he throws the final dart, and just like all the others, it lands in the dead center.

Hangman laughs and smacks Coyote’s hand. You roll your eyes, “No fucking way, man.”

Looking over at you as he picks up his beer, Hangman raises his eyebrows, “Oh? What makes you say, Wonder?”

“You’ve got to be cheating somehow, I swear.” You say, knocking back the rest of your drink. You frown down at the now empty cup and excuse yourself from the two in your company.

You walk over to the bar and place the glass on the counter, waving at Penny as she heads over, “Could I bother you for another, please?” You ask as she takes your cup.

Chuckling, she tosses her towel over her shoulder, “Like you could ever be a bother, Y/n.” You smile at her as she turns to get the ingredients for you drink.

“Ah, it seems that I need more limes. Excuse me, my dear.” She says to you before heading to the back. You let out a hum and drum your fingers on the counter as you look around.

It’s getting later in the evening and the bar is starting to fill up. You lean back and smooth out your khaki shirt, the uniform making you subconsciously sit a little taller.

Turning to the side, you feel a small gasp of surprise leave your mouth as you lock eyes with none other than Pete “Maverick” Mitchell.

His eyes go wide as a smile grows on his face, “Y/n?” He asks as you let out a laugh, “Holy shit. Hey, Mav.” You say as you walk into his already open arms. You hug him tightly before pulling away and shaking your head, “The hell are you doing here?”

Grinning, he shrugs, “Well, I could ask you the same thing but I’m pretty sure I already know.” As Maverick speaks he leans back and just stares at you for a moment. You notice and chuckle as you hold your arms out to the side, tilting your head down a little.

“Gosh, I haven’t seen you in years, kid.” He sighs, shaking his head.

Taking the seat next to him, you nod, “Yeah. I’ve been pretty busy.”

“No kidding,” Maverick says, “What- was it your graduation that I saw you last?”

You reach over and give his shoulder a light shove, “Absolutely not! That was way long ago. You’re age is showing, Pops.” He laughs at the comment, running a hand through his hair, “Glad to see that that nickname hasn’t gone away.”

“Did you think it would?” You ask, leaning your arms on the counter as you settle more comfortably into your seat.

With a shake of his head, Maverick spins his cup on the counter a bit, “No. I’m glad it didn’t. But it also has caused a bit of an issue, you know.”

“How so?” You ask, though you have a feeling about what he means.

“Well,” Maverick takes a drink of his beer, “Your dad and I have been in a three decade long debate on who’s the better wingman. But now the debate has shifted to which one of us you like more.”

You laugh, leaning back in your seat, “Oh my gosh, you two. Well, I love you both and you’re practically married at this point so I’d say it’s a pretty even tie.” You say, but then make a face, “Though I think Dad is a little more above you, as he did give me my wings.”

Maverick snaps his fingers, “I knew it.”

You clap a hand on his shoulder and give it a squeeze, “Aw don’t be too sad about it. He was always going to win.”

That gets a laugh out of him, “That’s fair.”

As you watch him, you realize just how much you missed him. Maverick has been in your life for as long as you can remember. Hell, Ice had even made him your Godfather. He had been there for every little thing in your life, and wow was it so good to see him again.

“Okay but seriously,” You start as you snap out of your little daze, “What are you doing here?”

He smiles at you, “Hmm. That’s classified.”

“Ah,” You hum, “It wouldn’t have anything to do with my dad, would it?”

Maverick’s smile only grows, “That’s... also classified.”

“Oh you’re no fun.” You scoff, a chuckle rattling your chest, “Ah well, keep your secrets. I have a feeling I’ll see you around soon enough.”

“I’m sure you will.” He returns.

Just as you're about to make your departure, Penny returns with your drink that you had completely forgotten about, “Sorry that took so long, kiddo. Jimmy must have misplaced the limes when taking care of shipment.” She says as she slides it over to you.

You gladly accept it, “It’s no problem, Penny. Besides, it gave me a chance to catch up with good ol’ Mav, here.”

“Oh, is that so?” Penny asks, sending a playful look to Maverick that you don’t miss. You smile at the two before looking over and noticing Phoenix entering the bar, followed by two aviators that you recognize from the academy.

“Well,” You state, standing up with your drink in hand, “It was really nice to see you again, Mav. But my friends just got here and just like you, I haven’t seen them in quite a while.” As you speak, a look of confusion grows on Maverick’s face as he glances over to where you walked over from.

He gives you a questioning look, “Were you not already with your friends?” He asks.

You laugh, “Who? Hangman? Absolutely not. Coyote, yeah. But not Seresin.”

Maverick makes a face, “That bad, huh?”

“I have a feeling you’ll find out.” You say with a grin.

“I’m sure I will.” Maverick agrees, glancing over to the growing group of aviators surrounding the pool table. You reach over and give Maverick’s shoulder a squeeze, “See you around.”

You turn to go but then look back, “Oh, and Penny-” You motion to Maverick’s phone on the bar. Penny gasps and a smile grows on her face as she walks over and rings the bell.

Everyone in the bar cheers and Maverick smiles even though it is very evident how confused he is. You hide your laugh behind your hand.

“What... is happening?” Maverick asks Penny, who simply just steps to the side to reveal her famous rule sign. In reading it, Maverick lets out a breathy laugh and looks to you, “Really, Wonder?”

You shrug, “Rules are rules, but thanks for the drink, Pops!” You say as you raise your drink to him before turning on your heel and heading over to your friends.

All you hear is Maverick’s defeated laughter as you walk away.

“No way- Wonder!” You’ve barely joined the group before Phoenix is colliding with you, her arms wrapping around you in a bone crushing hug. You return it, a wide smile on your face, “Hey, Phoenix!”

She pulls back and gives your shoulders a shake, “I haven’t seen you in forever, how have you been, babe?” She asks, the nickname making you chuckle.

You throw your arm over her shoulders and let out a breath, “Oh I’ve been good, honey, just flyin’ the skies.” The exchange between you two comes so natural.

Though she was a couple of years ahead of you, the two of you were inseparable during your academy days. People would often joke that you sounded like an old married couple with how you spoke to each other.

“I can’t believe we’re all here right now. This is nuts.” Phoenix says as she looks around the group, shaking her head in disbelief.

You nod along with her words, “Yeah... just seems like we’re missing someone.”

As if on cue, you look off to the side and see none other than Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw walking into the bar, signature sunglasses covering his eyes.

“Bradshaw,” Hangman says as he leans on his pool stick, “As I live and breathe.”

Rooster heads over and gives the man a grin, “Hangman,” He greets, “You look... good.”

“Oh, I am good,” Hangman says as he lines up his pool cue, “I’m very good.”

“Eugh, either get a room or move over,” Phoenix says as she nudges past Hangman to get to Rooster. She lands a punch on his shoulder, “This is how I find out your state side?” She asks accusingly.

Rooster shrugs, a smile tugging at his lips, “Yeah, it was a bit of a short notice.”

Phoenix sighs, “Shut up.”

You laugh as she winks at you before focusing back to the game of pool. Pulling your attention away from your friend, you find your eyes locking with Rooster’s.

The two of you take a step towards each other. You stare into his eyes, and he stares back, both of your faces expressionless.

“Bradshaw.” You speak first.

“Kazansky.” He responds.

There’s a beat of silence between you two before a wide smile grows on your face, at the same time as Rooster’s. You step forward and pull him into a tight hug, “It’s good to see you, man.” You say before pulling away.

“Good to see you too, Wonder.” He says, his hand straying on your arm for just a moment before falling to his side. A part of you wishes it hadn’t left so soon.

Hangman’s clearing of his throat pulls your attention away from the curly haired man, “So... Phoenix, you gonna introduce us to your friends?” He asks, a grin tugging at his mouth.

Rolling her eyes, Phoenix crosses her arms, “Fellas, this here’s Bagman.”

“Hangman, actually.” He corrects.

“Whatever.” Phoenix says, clearly unphased, “And behind him is Coyote.”

You watch as Coyote waves at the two behind Phoenix, who return the action.

“Guys-” Phoenix motions to the men behind her.

“I’m Payback.” You recognize the one to her right as he speaks.

“Fanboy.” You recognize him too. They had been at the academy the same time as you but you never really got the chance to get to know them since they were a couple of years ahead. The only thing you did know is that they were damn good pilots.

In fact, all of you were.

“Oh!” Phoenix breaks you from your thoughts, “I don’t think you guys have quite met Wonder yet. Not since before graduation, at least.”

You lean your back on the bar as you wave at them with a smile.

“Her and Bradshaw graduated a little bit after us.” Phoenix explains, “Making them first and second in their class.”

Fanboy takes a step towards you, squinting at your name, “Kazansky?” He asks, looking up at you, “As in, Admiral Kazansky?”

You nod, “The very same.”

“You’re his kid?” Payback asks, surprise showing in his eyes.

“That I am, boys.” You respond, taking a sip of your drink.

Payback lets out an excited laugh, “Holy shit. Y’know, I’ve heard stories about your flying, Wonder.”

“All good things, I hope?” You ask, a smile growing on your face as a little heat rises in your cheeks at the sudden attention.

Fanboy nudges Rooster with his elbow, “Hey, you’ve flown with her, yeah? Do the stories live up?” Rooster only nods as he glances at you with a smile.

You see an inkling of pride glisten in his eyes as you speak, “Yeah he did.” You pat his shoulder, “And he was up in the air when I beat his ass. Every. Single. Time.”

A chorus of oooh’s floods through the group, causing Rooster to run a hand down his face as a laugh shakes his shoulders, “Always a competition with you, Wonder.”

Your laughter brings you to miss step a bit and you find yourself bumping into someone next to you. “Shit, sorry!” You say as you turn, only to be met with yet another aviator in khakis, “Oh hey, what’s up?” You wave at him.

He waves back with a small smile, a cup of peanuts in his other hand.

“When did you get here?” Hangman asks, his attention now on the man.

You glance over to him as he answers, “Oh, I’ve been here the whole time.”

Hangman hums, “Ah, a stealth pilot.”

“Weapons service officer, a-actually.” The man responds, wiping crumbs off of his lap as he fidgets in his seat.

“One with clearly no sense of humor...” Hangman mutters. You shoot him a look and he holds his hands up in defense after catching it.

Phoenix heads over, “What do they call you?” She asks him.

He looks up at her, his eyes going slightly wider, which honestly you didn’t think was possible, “Uh, Bob.”

"No, your callsign.” Fanboy says from where he stands next to Payback.

Bob swallows and looks around awkwardly, “...Bob.”

“Wait, you’re Bob Floyd? My new back seater?” Phoenix questions as she eyes him up and down.

Nodding a little aggressively, Bob answers, “Y-yeah. I guess I am.”

Phoenix grins at him and hands him a pool cue, “Alright. Let’s see what you’ve got then.”

Bob takes the stick, clearly excited but unsure. You notice him still sitting however and give him a little shove to his feet, “Go on, she won’t bite.” You tell him as he grins at you before going over to the pool table.

You sip on your drink as you watch the game continue, politely declining when Coyote tries to get you to join.

“You backing down from the chance to beat someone’s ass? Unheard of.” Rooster says from next to you, earning him a light shove.

“I’m not always looking for a competition, you know.”

“Bullshit,” Rooster tries to cover up the word with a cough into his fist.

You roll your eyes and turn to say more, but your eye catches more aviators entering the bar, “Holy shit.” Your remark causes the others to look up.

Fanboy lets out a low whistle, “Is that... Harvard? Yale? Man, they’ve got everyone here.”

You turn back to the group, confused, “The hell kind of mission is this?”

“That’s not the question we should be asking,” Phoenix says, her arms crossed, “Whatever this mission is... it’s brought in the best of the best. So if we’re all here, who the hell are they going to get to teach us?”

Her question leaves the others in silence as they take a moment to think. You turn over your shoulder and glance at Maverick, the gears turning in your head, “I’ve got an idea..”

“What was that, Wonder?” Phoenix asks. You snap back to her, shaking your head, “Nothing. Just a hunch.”

“Oh, don’t tell me that the Admiral’s daughter has insight on the mission.” Hangman says, earning him a glare from you.

You get up and push at his shoulder, “Nope. I know as much as you do- besides, I don’t even think my dad knows I’ve been called in.” Leaning back against the bar, you shrug, “I just have a feeling, is all.”

“Do share with the class?” Hangman motions for you to continue.

You squint at him for a moment, “Hmm. No.”

“What? Why?” Hangman asks, clearly flabbergasted. You take a drink, “Because you’ll find out tomorrow, Bagman.”

Shaking his head, Hangman lines up his cue once more, “Unbelievable.”

His muttering is drowned out as you turn in your seat, resting your arms on the cool countertop.

You take a long sip of your drink, which was honestly mostly just juice, as Penny was very aware of your early call time and absolute hatred for mornings.

Bless her, you think as you notice Rooster walk up next to you. He leans his back on the bar, his body turned away from you.

“So...” He starts, nudging you a bit with his elbow, “I hear you’ve been going on a lot of solo missions?”

You nod and lean back so you can see his face, “You’ve heard right.”

He pulls his gaze away from the game of pool, his face suddenly serious, “Still flying alone then?”

You find it hard to swallow the lump forming in your throat as you stare into his eyes. The mixes of browns show nothing but concern, something that you hadn’t expected. Not yet, at least.

You offer him a soft smile, “Yeah. Still flying alone.”

He places his hand on your shoulder. It’s warm and comforting against your skin, “Are you okay?”

You take a moment to breathe in deeply and then slowly release, “I’m doing better.” You tell him.

“Do you want to talk about it?” He asks, his voice so full of care and caution that it makes your chest tighten. You look forward for a moment before leaning in closer to him as your voice lowers, “Bradley... you’re a good friend- one of the closest I’ve got. You’ve been there for me through thick and thin, but...”

You pull away just a bit, just enough to fully look at him. And so he can look at you, “I don’t want to talk about this right now. Not with you, not with anyone. Not ever.”

His face pulls in such a way that it makes you want to take your words back immediately, but you know you can’t. You’ve never talked about what happened. You’ve never been able to say it out loud. You don’t think you’ll ever be able to.

He reaches down and takes your hand in his, giving it a squeeze, “You’ll need to talk about it eventually...”

You turn back to your drink, suddenly wishing it were stronger, “...I know, but not today.” You say simply, your hand still clasped in his. He takes a step to be closer to you, and you’re thankful for him to just be near you.

Looking up from your hands, you lock eyes with Maverick. He’s giving you a concerned look, which you can do nothing but shoot him a small smile to ease his obvious worry. He returns one of his own before his eyes flick over to Rooster.

In that moment, you’re thankful that Rooster has his back still turned to the man, unaware of the holes that are practically being burned into the back of his head with how Maverick is looking at him.

With a squeeze to your hand, Rooster suddenly leans down and whispers in your ear, “I know what’ll cheer you up.” He says before heading over to the juke box. You turn and watch him unplug it before he walks over to the piano.

A wide smile grows on your face as his fingers begin to move over the keys. The others notice and Phoenix grabs your hand, “Come on!” She says as she pulls you over to Rooster.

Your hand subconsciously slides across his back as you make your way next to him just as he begins to play Great Balls of Fire, his hands moving so effortlessly across the keys.

The words to the song fill the room as everyone begins singing them at the top of their lungs. You feel your heart beat faster and your body fill with nothing but absolute joy as you yell the lyrics.

You don’t know why you’re all here. You don’t know what this mission is about or what’s in store for all of you. But what you do know in this moment is that this is a damn good song and you absolutely adore the people that are singing it with you.

Waking up to the sound of your alarm made you want to rip it out of the wall and chuck it out onto the tarmac so that it would be run over by a plane taking off. But you didn’t. Instead, you rolled over and turned it off, before literally dragging yourself out of bed to get ready.

The process of getting ready went by in a haze, the movements so natural to you that you could do them in your sleep. God, wouldn’t that be amazing.

Before you knew it, you were sitting down behind Rooster as you all filed into the hangar for your first day. Rooster had made a comment about how you looked like hell and all it had earned him was a not so friendly hand motion from you and your overly tired brain.

Only when Warlock stood in front of you all did you finally feel yourself wake up. He addressed you all and explained the mission that you were brought in for.

“Your instructor is a Top Gun graduate, with real world experience,” Warlock continues. You turn as your hear footsteps nearing you, “This is Captain Pete Mitchell. Callsign: Maverick.”

As he passes by, you can’t help the smile that tugs at your lips. I was right, you think. Your smile fades just as quickly as it comes when you notice how rigid Rooster’s shoulders go, and how he won’t meet Maverick’s gaze as he takes the podium.

“Hello,” Maverick starts. You don’t really hear what he says as you watch Rooster turn his head to the side, his hands clasped tightly on the table in front of him. You glance up as Maverick holds up the manual you had spent countless nights poured over, “I’m sure you all know this inside and out, right?” He asks.

A chorus of yes’s and a couple of damn right’s fill the air. You nod along with everyone, but then feel a truck full of confusion slam right into you as Maverick proceeds to through the text in the trash.

“Well forget it.” He says.

Sorry, what? you think.

“When you’re up there,” Maverick points to the sky, “nothing from a book is going to help you do what you need to do. All you need to do is to trust your instincts, and go.”

There’s a beat of silence as Maverick’s gaze drifts over all of those before him, “Don’t think. Just do.”

You let out a huff of a breath, tapping the pencil in your hand against the book that you were now supposed to just forget.

Maverick nods and faces everyone with a smile, “Alright. Let’s see what you can do.”

After doing checks on your jet, you headed over to Phoenix, who was kneeling on the ground next to hers. You engage in a friendly conversation before noticing that her eyes have drifted to something behind you. You follow it and find Rooster and Maverick in what seems to be a not so friendly conversation.

You let out a long sigh, a part of you having wondered how long it would be before those two would start at it.

As Rooster walks away from Maverick, you turn back to Phoenix, who is looking at you, “What is going on between those two?” She asks.

You purse your lips and opt for a shrug, “I’m not one to say.”

Phoenix nods slowly and stands up, brushing her hands off on her pants, “Well, I hope that they can amend whatever is between them before the mission.”

“I hope so, too.” You agree, though knowing what you know, you aren’t sure that it’s very possible.

Rolling your shoulders out, you reach over and give Phoenix’s arm a squeeze, “Have fun up there, dear.”

She grins at you, “You know I will, honey.”

You give her a little two finger salute before turning on your heel and heading towards your own jet. Running your hand over the nose of it, your entire body lights up with adrenaline. As you climb the ladder and sit down, securing your straps, your excitement only grows.

God you love flying.

Maverick had had you all warm up before splitting you up into pairs and having those not flying back at the hangar listening in. Right now, you were sitting by the radio as Payback and Fanboy took to the sky with Rooster as their wingman.

“Good morning, Aviators, this is your Captain speaking.” Maverick’s voice filters through the radio and you can’t help but roll your eyes as he continues. He explains that they’ll be doing dog fighting exercises, with him as the one they need to try and evade and shoot down.

“Hey, Mav, how about we put some skin in the game?” Payback asks, his voice light.

“What were you thinking?” Maverick returns.

“How about... 200 pushups?” Payback’s answer makes you groan. From next to you, Bob pushes his glasses up his nose, “He’s going to kill us.”

You lean back and cross your arms, “No kidding.”

“That’s a lot of pushups.” Maverick’s voice crackles over the radio.

“Yeah, well it wouldn’t really be a challenge then, would it?” Fanboy questions, the laughter evident in how he speaks.

There’s a beat of silence before Maverick chuckles, “Alright kids, let’s go.”

You learn forward in your seat as you hear Maverick take the team by surprise, their yelling immediate. It seems to happen so fast, how Rooster covers for Fanboy and Payback, only to be taken out by Maverick a moment later.

As the fight is called to an end, you frown. You could practically feel Rooster’s anger towards Maverick through the radio, and you’d be lying if you said it didn’t worry you.

The next to go are Phoenix and Bob with Hangman. You stand next to Rooster as he leans on his hands by the radio, muttering a, “Watch your back, Phoenix.”

Your leg bounces relentlessly as you listen in, only to hear Phoenix and Bob get shot down within minutes, having been left to hang out to dry by none other than Hangman himself.

He sure does know how to live up to his name.

You can’t help the slight chuckle that rises from your throat when Hangman asks Phoenix if she sees Maverick, only for her to respond with, “I’m dead dickhead.”

“See you in the afterlife, Bagman.” Bob puts in, just as Hangman is taken out by Maverick.

The groans that fill the room cause you to drop your head into your hands. Damn, Maverick was good. You knew that but still, what the hell.

Next are Hangman and Rooster, a duo that you had a bad feeling about. Your feeling was only proved when Hangman proceeded to speak, “So, Rooster. Do you mind if I ask you a personal question?”

“Would it matter if I did?” Rooster sounds very clearly uninterested in whatever it is Hangman has to say. The other, though, doesn’t seem to catch on. Or, maybe he does, and he just doesn’t care.

You’re pretty sure it’s the latter.

“What’s the deal with you and Maverick?” And bam, there it is. You sigh, your fingers coming up to pinch at the bridge of your nose.

“That’s really none of your business.” Rooster says, the annoyance evident in his voice, “Where is he, anyway?”

“Been here the whole time.” Maverick’s voice crackles through. You walk over to the window and peer out, just barely being able to see the three jets in the distance. You watch as Maverick flies up until he’s on top of Rooster, looking down at him from an inverted position, “Can you see me now?”

Maverick is met with silence, which he fills with an exasperated, “Come on, let’s get this over with.” Your stomach quite literally drops as you watch the two planes fly down in a spiral.

“What is with these two?” Hangman asks, no doubt confused as everyone else.

“The hell are they doing?” Fanboy asks from where he stands next to you. Shaking your head, you cross your arms, “Being children.” You state.

As they fly down, your annoyance grows into worry as they break the hard deck. You look over and share a concerned look with Bob. What the actual fuck, is all you can think as the two grow closer to the ground.

Their yelling is drowned out by the sound of the radio telling them to pull up. Pull up. Pull up.

Maverick is the one that pulls away first, followed by Rooster just as he was about to nosedive into the ground. Their pointless fight ends with Maverick taking the kill, once again triumphing over Rooster.

You let out a breath, your knuckles having gone white at your sides from how tightly you were clenching your fists. You don’t even wait to hear what Maverick says before you’re storming out of the room and towards the tarmac.

You hear feet run after you and you don’t even have to turn to know who it is, “Wonder, wait up!” Phoenix calls as she comes up next to you. She places her hand on your arm, “Hey, where are you going?”

Your feet come to a halt and you turn to her, “To go tell that little shit that he can’t get away with pulling stupid stunts like that just because he’s angry at Maverick.”

“What is he even mad about?” Phoenix asks, clearly as annoyed as you by this entire situation. You sigh and run your hand down your face, “Why don’t you come with me and ask him yourself?”

She does. The two of you stand off to the side as Rooster finishes his pushups. The moment he’s done, you're walking over ready to confront him.

“What the hell was that up there?” Phoenix asks as Rooster sits back, his head down, “Don’t worry about it.” He sounds close to tears as he speaks, not looking up to meet either of your gazes.

“Look,” Phoenix kneels down next to him, “I’m going on this mission, but if you pull a stunt like that again and get kicked out, then you leave us flying with Hangman.”

You see Rooster process this, but all he does is focus on pulling at the skin around his finger nails. You take a step towards him but remain standing, “Why did you do it?”

You already know the answer, but Phoenix doesn’t. Rooster still won’t lift his head, “He pulled my papers. Set my career back four years.”

“What?” Phoenix asks, her voice dripping with disbelief, “Why would he do that?”

Rooster looks over his shoulder at the setting sun, his head shaking, “I don’t know.”

Letting out a breath, Phoenix squeezes his shoulder, “Okay. I’m not going to just tell you to get over it because... I know I wouldn’t. But what I will say is to try and move past it for right now. Focus on the mission, not who’s teaching it.”

She rises to her feet, Rooster still opting to look at anything but the people before him. But he does nod in acknowledgement to her words.

That seems to be good enough for her, “Alright. I’ll see you around.” She pats your arm before turning and heading back inside.

You stay where you are, still looking at the defeated man before you.

“You gonna scold me too?” Rooster asks, his voice dry.

Though he isn’t looking, you shake your head, “No. I was going to ask if you wanted to get a drink.”

That gets him to finally look up at you. He meets your eye for the first time since you came out here, and he is visibly confused.

You scoff and offer your hand to him, “C’mon, Bradshaw.” He stares at it for a moment before taking it, his hand fitting into your own like a puzzle piece.

An hour or so later, the two of you are sitting in a booth at the Hard Deck, a couple of beers in each. You’re laughing over a story you’re telling from your first few years at the academy.

“Yeah, we flew those planes in such a way that I’m pretty sure if our instructor had actually seen us, he would have had a stroke on the spot.” You chuckle as you take a drink, “God, I’ve never been yelled at like that before.”

Looking over the brim of your cup, you can see the flush of Rooster’s cheeks as he laughs, “Yeah,” you continue, “-and to this day I still have no fucking clue what he was actually saying. Just that he was piiiissed.”

“Oh God, it was always you getting into the most trouble.” He sighs, finishing off his drink and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

You lean back into the booth, “Yeah... Y’know I think when I joined a lot of people expected me to be like this, carbon copy of my dad or something. But no, I was the furthest thing from it.”

“You ended up being more like Maverick than anything.” Rooster points out, his eyebrows raised at you. You shake your pointer finger at him, “That I did. And I was breaking rules left and right, so much so that I’m honestly really surprised they didn’t kick me out.”

Rooster scoffs, “They wouldn’t. They saw how good of a pilot you are.”

“Psh, sure.” You wave him off, “For how often we got into trouble and how they yelled at and ridiculed us... we all still knew how much they loved us.”

Rooster’s mouth drops open, “Dude, everyone loved you.”

“No they didn’t.” You protest as you take a long drink.

“Uh, yeah they did. They either loved you, wanted to be you, or wanted to fuck you.”

You ball up a napkin and throw it at him, “Eugh, don’t be gross!”

He holds his hands up in defense as he laughs, “Okay, okay. But seriously, you guys were like this weird little infamous group that everyone wanted to be apart of.”

You reach across the table and poke at his shoulder, “Hey, you were apart of our group, too.”

Rooster shakes his head but a fond smile finds its home on his face, “Nah, not until waaay later.”

“Whatever, you were always a part of it in my eyes.” You say as you push your cup over to him. He gladly takes it and finishes the drink off, nodding at you in thanks.

You lean forward and rest your chin on your hands, “Yeah... gosh, what a time. Me, Ace, Ghost... and Comet. They were something else, huh?”

Rooster hums in agreement, his hands playing with the napkin that you threw at him earlier. You clear your throat and scratch at the back of your neck, “You know... I think about them every time I go up in the air. About everything we did together. All of us.”

Looking up at you, Rooster reaches across the table and you see the hesitation in the ways his fingers twitch before he gently takes a hold of your hand, “Do you still think about him?”

You stare down at your hands, at the way his thumb is softly circling around your knuckle. You nod and smile a little at him. With your free hand, you reach under your shirt and pull out your dog tags. Shifting them in your hand, you reveal to Rooster that Comet’s tags are on the same chain as yours.

“Him especially.” You say, your voice quiet as your throat tightens, “He’s always with me... still flying.”

“He’s still flying...” Rooster repeats, the softness in his voice bringing tears to your eyes that you didn’t welcome. You look off to the side, every part of you hoping that he didn’t notice.

He did. But he didn’t say anything. Instead, he held your hand just that much tighter and began telling stories of his own. Before you knew it, you were laughing again.

After a drink and countless stories more, you both decided that it was time to call it a night. As you walked out of the bar, he had his arm slung across you shoulders, your arm wrapped around his waist.

It was something so natural for the two of you. Wanting nothing more than to just be in the company of one another and know that the other is there. It was something that you truly cherished about your friendship.

“I could’ve stayed in there all night but wow these call times are insane.” You groan.

Rooster chuckles as you near his Bronco, his arm falling from your shoulders in favor of opening the door for you, “Why thank you, kind sir.” You say as you slide into the seat. He gives you a wink before making his way to the drivers side.

The music is loud the minute the car starts, and it only grows louder as he drives. The cool summer night air feels so good on your skin and you close your eyes, allowing yourself to forget everything for just a moment.

Just one moment.

“You never really were a fan of mornings.” Rooster’s voice breaks you from your thoughts. You look over to him and shake your head, “Nope, never.”

You shift to get more comfortable, “You’d think with being in the navy for so long that I’d get used to it but nah, I think it only grew my hatred for mornings more.”

“Most people become used to it, but not you?” He asks as he glances over to you.

“Absolutely not.” You run a hand down your face, “In fact, I think somehow it had the opposite effect.”

Rooster laughs at your inconvenience as he drives. Jerk, you think, but there’s still a smile tugging at your lips. You look over at him as you both fall into comfortable silence. His curly hair blows in the wind and his skin seems to glow under the moon. As he drives, you notice how at ease and just completely himself he looks. It’s nice... and kind of hot.

It’s unfair for someone to just look like that naturally, you can’t help but think. You shake your head at the thought, only then noticing that Rooster is looking back at you, having parked the car at your destination.

“Enjoying the view, Kazansky?” He asks, a playful grin on his face.

“Eh,” You say, a chuckle in your throat, “Could be better.”

That gets a laugh out of him. A good laugh, the type that makes his head fall back and his hand come up to his chest. God do you love making him laugh.

The next day is the same as before. Maverick continues to nail every single jet he flies against, sending every pilot down to their fate of 200 pushups in the blazing heat of the sun.

When you finally hear your name called to go up, you make a promise to not let him do to you what he’s done to everyone else. Or rather, you just really don’t want to do pushups. Why are those even a thing. Absolutely terrible.

Moments later, you’re up in the air with Phoenix and Bob, the three of you looking around for the captain.

“Oh Captain, my Captain...” You call in a sing song voice, your eyes scanning the terrain below you. Your head is off to the side when you feel your entire jet get flung off center, “Holy shit!” You shout as you put on your mask and clip it into place.

“The hell!” Phoenix calls as she steadies her jet.

“Morning aviators.” Maverick says to the three of you, “How are we feeling?”

You look back and see his plane behind you, taunting you. You snap forward, “Like I’m about to really enjoy seeing your ass do 200 pushups.” As you speak, you go off to the side until you’re covering Phoenix’s tail.

“Oh, a little cocky there aren’t we, Wonder.” Maverick tells you.

“Not cocky, Mav.” You state, your eyes constantly watching the man as he flies around you, as if he were a shark circling his prey, “Is that so?” He asks.

You let out a deep breath, “Haven’t you learned yet not to get into a fight with a Kazansky while in the air?” You say to him.

“Ooooh...” Phoenix's voice comes from her plane. You smile as your eyes flick over to her and Bob’s jet before focusing back on Maverick, who is laughing, “I’ve been told I’ll never learn.”

“I think today we’re going to change that.” You say, your hands firmly gripped on the yoke.

You can hear the smile in Maverick’s voice, “Let’s just see how this goes, shall we?”

As he speaks, you find him just a little off to the side of your two planes, “Phoenix, on your six.” You tell her.

“I see him.” She responds, “How we lookin’ Bob?”

“Like we’re ready to kick a fossil’s butt.” Bob replies.

You can’t help the wide smile that grows on your face under your mask, “Alright then, let’s show this old timer what we can do.” Right as you finish talking, the two of your planes break apart, leaving Maverick to choose which one to follow.

“Oh, leaving your wingman uncovered, are we? Who are you, Hangman?” Maverick quips as he turns and follows Phoenix. You feel your mouth drop open, “Low blow, Mav.”

He chuckles, “Hey, I’m just getting back at you for the old man jokes.”

You stifle a laugh, “Fair enough. But we’re just having a little fun out here.” You say as you pull on your lever and ascend, the pressure pushing you back into your seat. Your body is then lurching forward as you increase speed, following behind Maverick.

His movements are sporadic yet you can’t help but admire the control he has as he moves his jet to avoid your line of fire. You watch him closely and turn when he does, “Phoenix break left!” You shout at her. As she does you drop and fly out from under Maverick’s jet, placing yourself in between him, and Phoenix and Bob.

“Wonder just saved your ass, Phoenix. Now it’ll cost her.” Maverick says, the confidence in his voice only pushing forward your want to beat him at his own game.

“Oh!” You shout at him, “Who’s cocky now?” You yell out as you break right, Maverick following you. He’s close to you, but not close enough.

You tightly grip the controls as you watch him out of the corner of your eye, awaiting his next move. As he moves it feels as though he’s almost playing with you. Your growing annoyance is replaced with surprise as he suddenly shoots off in front of you. In the way he moves you know what he’s about to do.

You’ve seen it a thousand times and heard your dad’s stories of it a thousand more. You can already sense the infamous cobra maneuver before he even does it. In an instant, just as you anticipated, he breaks and flies right over head.

With a shout, you break along with him and pull back. Your entire body moves to the side as you turn and line up your planes. You see his head snap to the side, the surprise evident in his eyes for the split second that you see them.

In your next breath, you’re pulling up and flipping your plane over his. You see his head follow you just as you break and flip your plane back upright, landing directly behind him. Even before your plane fully settles in, you lock onto his jet and the tone is going off in your headset.

“WHOO!!” You scream, a little surprised in yourself for pulling it off, “Mav is dead!” You cheer, your hand reaching up to take off your mask as a victorious laugh rips from your chest.

You hear Phoenix and Bob practically screaming in your ear and look over to see their plane, both of them inside going absolutely ballistic, “That was insane, Wonder!” Bob yells to you.

You do a little spin motion of your hand to him before looking off to the right to Maverick. He is staring at you, his mouth hanging open, “Where the hell did you learn to fly like that?”

“Where do you think?” You ask, reaching up to tap your name plate. Maverick shakes his head and chuckles, “Of course.”

You smile widely at him, “How about we go see Hondo about some pushups, Mav.” You say to him, earning a not so kind hand motion from the man.

Laughing, you pull your plane off to the side and head back to the tarmac. As you come in for landing, you can see all the others running out.

The second your jet touches the ground, you jump out and are met with a crushing hug from both Phoenix and Bob. The three of you cling onto each other and jump in a circle like little kids, “That was fucking awesome!” Phoenix cheers.

“Hell yeah it was!” You shout as the three of you pull apart. Just as you're out of their hold, you feel yourself being lifted off of the ground and spun around. A yell of surprise escapes you, quickly followed by a fit of laughter as your brought back down, the arms around your waist releasing you.

You turn quickly and find that it was Rooster. He’s staring at you with a smile and a look that makes you feel like you could fight the fucking sun and win. As you stare at him it feels as if it’s just the two of you. Just you and him. He steps forward and looks as though he’s about to say something, but is interrupted as the others crowd around you.

Hangman and Coyote are shaking your shoulders and everyone’s cheering so much that it feels like you might as well have just solved world hunger or something. “WOOHOO!” You yell, both Fanboy and Payback yelling it with you.

You stumble slightly due to your laughter but a familiar hand is grabbing onto your own as you recenter yourself. Your eyes meet Rooster’s once more and the two of you share a look before throwing your head’s back and yelling a joint, “Whoooh! Great Balls of Fire!”

He pulls you into a hug and doesn’t release you completely as you all make your way back to the hangar. His arm is across your shoulders and yours is wrapped around his waist, a mirror of the night before, and it just feels so right.

As you walk, you look over and see Maverick getting started on his pushups, Hondo counting them out for him. You smile and give him a two finger salute in passing him.

He shakes his head but you can still see the smile on his face.

God does it feel good to win.

A/N: end of chapter one!!! woohoo!! I had so much fun writing this and can't wait to write more!! :D

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