call-sign-jinx - Tumblr blog

call-sign-jinx · 27 days ago

Text

Theodore Nott X Reader - What of it?

summary - you and theo were best friends. but when you both got accepted into hogwarts but sorted into different house. you made a promise to each other to stay together. after theo made new friends he broke his promise. now you and theo compete against each in quidditch and academically. until he badly hurts you in a match. will he change his ways? or stay the same person he now is?

warnings - the war did not happen, arguing, mentions of injury, mentions of hurting, slight hufflepuff hate, fluff

Main Masterlist Theodore Nott Masterlist

a/n - this is based off of this ask, hope y'all enjoy becos i LUV this idea. ta ta my lovelies! xx

theodore nott x fem!reader

Nott and I had a history. We used to be best friends. Our houses were very close to each other growing up. And we were both accepted into Hogwarts when we were 11. He had run to my house and banged on the door 'til somebody answered to see if I had gotten a letter as well. We were so excited to go to school together. We hoped, prayed and begged that the universe would put us into the same house as soon as we were in the castle.

When Nott was placed in Slytherin and I was placed in Ravenclaw, we both promised each other we'd still hang out together every chance we could.

We both kept our promise. Until he became close friends with Malfoy. That's when the time he'd spend with me began to fade into less and less amounts. Until we never saw each other outside of lesson.

Now, I'm glad he didn't keep his promise. He's turned into a right dickhead ever since he became friends with Malfoy. We're in 7th year now, he hangs out with Malfoy and his lot. And I'm friends with the Weasley twins, Luna Lovegood and Delilah Halifax from my Quidditch team, we also share a room along with Luna. Although I only have 4 friends, I'm fine with it. I like when my circle is small.

It's lunchtime in the Great Hall and all of us are sat together. Although we're only supposed to sit at our House tables, the twins sit with me, Luna and Delilah at the Ravenclaw table. Delilah couldn't have lunch with us today, she decided to get some extra practice before the game later today.

"So Y/N, you ready to get beat at our Quidditch match on Friday?" I shake my head and laugh at Fred's cocky behaviour.

"That's if we beat Slytherin today first. So you should be the ones getting ready to lose cause Slytherin is an easy obstacle to get over." Fred and George mock fear and huddle together. That's until they both had disgusted looks on their faces.

I turned to see who they were giving dirty looks to, and it was perfectly understandable. It was Nott, Malfoy and Zabini. Nott and Malfoy had disgusted looks on their faces while Zabini didn't show any emotion at all. Sometimes I wondered if he was a robot.

"You seriously think you can beat us? We're ten times better than you even if we had only three people on our team." Malfoy laughs at us, Nott along with him. God, they were so annoying.

"That's rich seeing as you got beaten by Hufflepuff last month, and not to be rude to them but we know how bad they are." Malfoy and Nott stopped laughing. Obviously struck a nerve there.

"They cheated, of course they were going to beat us if they were cheating." Hufflepuff did not cheat baring in mind. Nott looked me up and down with utter distaste all over his face. I put my middle finger up at him and turned back to Fred and George.

"It doesn't matter who wins, it's just a game." Luna says to the Slytherin boys, trying to diffuse the situation. They look at her and burst out laughing.

"Oh pipe down Loony Lovegood, go chase some fargles or whatever you call them." Nott's words make Luna look down in embarrassment.

I stand up from the bench and get toe to toe with Nott. I was pissed. I'm fine him picking on me but when he picks on Luna. That's when I get pissed off.

"You better walk away Nott, or I swear to God." I looked at him with pure hate. My nostrils were flared, jaw and fists clenched, my back rigid, shoulders pulled back. He smirked then scoffed at me. What a prick.

"Come on, wasting our time on freaks like them." And with that, they turned away from us and walked to their table. I sat back down with Luna and the twins, and fake gagged.

"Cannot believe I used to be mates with him." The twins laughed while Luna smiled and then continued reading The Quibble.

"I can't either, you're the complete opposite of him. He's a massive dickhead, and you're not." I laughed at George's statement. But when I actually thought about it. I always wondered how and why he became like this. I mean, a lot can happen in 7 years but he changed drastically in the first year and has stayed the same since.

-------------------------------------------------------

It was 5 minutes before the match started between Ravenclaw and Slytherin. I was quite nervous, I really wanted to win this game. I had my broom in hand and was practicing my breathing techniques to calm me down. I felt a hand on my shoulder and it was Delilah, one of my closest friends on the Quidditch team.

"You're going to be amazing Y/N, don't freak out. You're literally one of our best players." I gave Delilah a tight lipped smile and that's when I heard the music, signaling for us all to come out and onto the pitch.

Ravenclaw flew up first and we all took positions, I was a beater. Then Slytherin followed and did the same, Nott was a beater as well. I just knew he'll try to pull the little trick he did our last match against each other.

Last match, he got one of the Slytherin girls to put a jinx on my broom, causing my broom to try and throw me off of it, but I had a firm grip and luckily I didn't go flying.

The whistle blew, starting the game. I still couldn't get control of my breathing, I don't know what was wrong with me today. I focused as much as I could.

The game was going quite well for us, the score was 50-30 to Ravenclaw. To put it simply we were winning. No one on our team had gotten hit by a bludger, pushed off their broomstick or anything like that. Yet.

I saw a bludger going straight towards Delilah so I flew over to her as fast as I could and successfully hit it in a different direction. She nodded her head at me with a smile but the smile soon turned to fear.

"Y/N! Look-" Before she could finish her sentence I was hit in the head very hard with something and was knocked clean out.

--------------------------------------

I wake up in the medical wing, I had no idea how I got here and looked around to see if I could ask anyone what happened. Until I saw the twins, practically running to my bed.

"Blimey Y/N we thought you had died. Took a right hit didn't you?" Fred said, with that cheeky smile he and George always have on their faces.

"Did Ravenclaw win?" Was the first thing I said. God I sound like a right weirdo only caring about a game. Fred and George laughed.

"Jesus Y/N, that's the first thing you think about when you wake up?" I gave George a look and Fred elbowed him slightly while trying to hold back a grin.

"But yes, you did win. And Ravenclaw beat Gryffindor as well." I was confused. It's past Friday? How long have I been out for?

"Wait... What even happened? And how long have I been out?" I felt a sharp pain in the back of my head and realised my arm was in a sling.

"Nott hit a bludger to the back of your head. You were out in seconds. Then you went falling and falling and then you hit the ground and you'd be able to hear the sound it made from Luna's house." George explained to me, my eyes widened. What the fuck? I get that Nott and I don't like each other but that is low, even for him.

"And you were out for about 2 weeks. You've never been hurt that long it was like a bloody coma." Fred piped up. He then paused, as if he wanted to say something.

"What? Tell me." George and Fred looked to each other, silently asking each other if they should tell me.

"Nott visited you every day after the match." They both answered in unison. I didn't know how to react. Why would he visit me?

"Did you ever ask him why?" They both shook their head 'no' in unison.

"Didn't want to get a bludger to the head like you did Trouble." Fred's words made me giggle. But the question always stuck in the back of my head for the rest of the day.

Why?

------------------------------------------

It's been around three days since I woke up from my 'mini coma,' as the twins call it. Madame Pomfrey told me that I shouldn't go to Quidditch practice or move my arm until the potion she gave me wears off. Delilah checked up on me whenever she could though, she was very kind.

Luna has been by my side ever since I was allowed to go back to attending my lessons, said she "wanted to protect me." Bless her soul.

She was walking me to my potions lesson, which was second period, because she had a free period and had nothing else to do. While I was walking and checking my bag for everything I needed, she was skipping alongside me looking at the walls and everything around her. She was in her own little world.

When we finally got to the room I had to be in, dread filled my whole entire body. Snape had changed the seating plan and had placed me next to Nott. How wonderful.

I said bye to Luna and walked into the room, Nott was already there. And he was staring at me. God I really hope he doesn't take the piss cause after what he did I won't care that he visited me.

I sat down in my seat next to Nott and got my books and quill out. There was such an uncomfortable silence between us but I did not want to talk to him at all.

Snape began teaching his lesson like usual, until he said that we were making a potion. In the pairs we were placed in. Meaning I was paired with Nott. Could my day get any fucking worse?

We had to make a Wit-Sharpening potion. This is probably what I missed cause what the fuck even is that? And that is when I realised we had to talk to each other.

"You know what to do?" Nott finally piped up. Damn, didn't think he'd actually talk to me unless it was something rude.

"Not at all if I'm being honest." Nott nodded in response. I just stayed sat in my seat and let him make the potion, only passing him things if they were too far out of his reach.

The lesson went by quickly, thank God. And it was also break, so I'd be meeting the twins, Luna and Delilah in our usual spot at the courtyard.

When I reached the courtyard, all of them were already there and my usual seat on the bench was still vacant. Buzzing.

"Hey there girly." Delilah greeted me as she walked up to me and gave me a hug. We both pulled away at the same time.

"First day back going good?" My face answered her question. I looked exhausted and annoyed at the same time.

"Snape changed the seating plan so I have to sit next to the biggest dickhead I've ever had the displeasure of meeting." She immediately knew who it was and let out a slight chuckle.

We both then headed over to Luna and the twins and enjoyed our break. The twins were playing pranks on people, me and Delilah were talking about anything and everything, and Luna was reading an unnamed book. This is how we liked it. Although we were focused on different things, it was still spending time together.

Break then ended so we all had to go to our lessons. Luna and George had DAD, Delilah had Transfiguration, and me and Fred had a free period, luckily.

On our walk back to the courtyard, something popped into my head. And my first thought was to ask Fred.

"Why do you think Nott visited me? Do you think it's just because he felt bad?" Fred raised a brow at me, confused as to why I would even care.

"If you want to find that out, Trouble, you'll have to ask him for that. I groaned. I just wanted to find out without talking to him.

"Why do you want to know anyway? Think he likes you?" Fred gasped and put his hands on his mouth, when he finally took them off his mouth he asked, "Or do you like him?" I slapped Fred on the shoulder and gave him a dirty look. Of course I didn't like him, did I? All I think about is him, but only because he's a prick and all he does is be a dickhead towards me. That's what I told myself anyway.

"I don't know to be honest, it's just... In the past few years, he hasn't cared about a single thing I do. And now I find out he visited me every day while I was in the hospital wing." Fred nodded in understanding and we left it at that.

We finally made it back to the courtyard and sat down on our bench. But, as soon as me and Fred settled down in the courtyard after walking everyone to their lessons, Fred got called to Professor McGonagall's office. Great, he's going to be forever if it's McGonagall. Now I have to spend 2 hours on my own.

I thought I'd just walk around the castle and try and find a new place I haven't been to yet, but I've been everywhere we possibly could go when I used to skip lessons with the twins.

When I turned round a corner, I saw Nott, just leaning against a wall and smoking a cigarette. Gross. That's when Fred's words played back in my head. "You'll have to ask him for that." Maybe I should. Before I could even make a decision my feet were already walking me over to him.

He saw me, put out his cigarette, put his hands in his pockets then turned his body to face me fully.

"What? Want to argue with me bout some-" I cut him off before he could even say something snarky, which earned an annoyed look from him.

"Why did you visit me in the hospital wing?" His face went a shade lighter. He thought no one except Madame Pomfrey had seen him and he had asked her to keep it between them. Then he thought. The twins.

"What of it? It's a need to know basis anyway Y/L/N." With that he turned around and began to walk away. No. Now that I'm here, doing this, he is not walking away until I get an answer. I began to walk at a fast pace to keep up with him.

"Well I need to know, so tell me." It was hard trying to keep up with him, he had such big fucking strides it was hard to keep up.

"No. You don't." It went back and forth like this for around 3 minutes until I heard him groan and was then pushed into an empty classroom. He had locked the door when I had realised we were in a classroom and I was leaning against a desk.

"Why do you want to know so badly? This is the most you've talked to me in years and it's about me visiting you in the hospital wing?" I subconsciously scoffed. Why the fuck was he acting like I had been the cause for the end of our friendship?

"Well I'd have talked to you more if you had let me. But no, Theodore Nott is way too fucking good for me to speak to. You are the reason we stopped talking in 1st year. I tried and tried to keep our friendship, but you were too busy becoming bum buddies with fucking Malfoy. So just answer my fucking question so I can leave." Nott rolled his eyes at me, acting as if I had done something wrong.

"We are not bum buddies." I scoffed at him and raised a brow. I stepped away from the desk and took a step closer to him.

"That's all you got from what I said? God you really have fucking changed. Dickhead." Nott began to get pissed off. His eyebrows lowered and nostrils flared.

"Now just fucking tell me why you visited me." I kept repeating it to piss him off. He ran his hand over his face and looked like he was about to lose it.

"Fine!" His voice boomed throughout the classroom. I took a step back, my eyes wide. I had never heard him shout before.

"You want to know why I visited you? Because I care about you, more than you can imagine and I felt so fucking bad for hitting you with that bludger. I didn't even mean to! And before you ask how come I only just cared now I haven't stopped caring about you. Even when we weren't friends. And it's because I love you! I have ever since start of 1st year." What the fuck? My eyes widened even more and my jaw dropped. Well that was a bombshell and a half.

"I thought we hated each other. And why didn't you tell me this sooner?" Nott laughed, but had a sad look on his face. He took a few steps towards me, we were now toe to toe.

"Because I'd rather you hate me and talk to me, than for you to not talk to me or acknowledge me at all." I felt horrible. All these years. He hadn't hated me, but he had loved me instead. My heart shattered, I had never felt so horrible more than I do right now in my entire life.

"Oh Theo..." I wrapped my arms around his neck and hugged him tight. I didn't know what else to do. He didn't reciprocate for a few seconds but then I felt him slowly start to hug me back. We stood like that for God knows how long.

We then both pulled away and just looked at each other. I had forgotten how beautiful he actually was. His eyes were a beautiful shade of blue-grey. His hair fell perfectly on his face. His jawline had looked like it was carved by angels. He grew up to be bloody gorgeous.

"I'm sorry... Y/N..." Never in my whole entire life had I heard Theodore Nott apologise. Not once. And now the first time I hear it, it's to me.

"I wish you had told me sooner Theo..." My hands move from his neck to the sides of his face. He gave me a small smile and a slight chuckle.

"How could I have told you? I fucked it up for myself. Especially when I said all those things to your friends..." I rolled my eyes, he raised a brow at me in confusion.

"If you just apologise, and actually mean it, then I'm sure they'll forgive you. They don't hold grudges once someone has apologised and realised what they've done." Theo sighed with relief. He looked to the side, as if he was thinking proper hard.

"What?" His eyes come back straight to mine, his face looks like he wants to say something but doesn't know if he should or not.

"So what are we then?" The question took me aback. I didn't know how to answer that.

"Well... I don't know..." I paused, trying to make a plan in my head. "If anything can we just take it slow? Need to wrap my mind around all this." We both giggled. We both looked up to each other and just stared.

I felt myself moving closer to him, and I could see him doing the same. We both paused until our lips were centimetres apart.

"Fuck taking things slow." And with that our lips crashed together. His hands took place on my waist and he squeezed it. My hands were still on his face so I tried to pull him impossibly closer than he already was. My arm hurt slightly, even though Madame Pomfrey told me not to move it I ignored it anyway. The kiss was passionate, but soft at the same time. I think Theo couldn't decide whether to be gentle or not. We both pulled away for air, I opened my eyes and couldn't help but smile.

"I'm sorry Y/N/N, I mean it. I truly am." I hadn't heard that nickname in years. Only Theo used to call me that. It was reserved only for him, I told everyone else who used it the same.

"It's okay Theo, I was just as bad as you." We both laughed and then hugged each other.

Did not think my first day back would go like this.

#harry potter #hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry #hogwarts houses #wizarding world #theo nott #theodore nott #theo nott x reader #theo nott x you #theodore nott x you #theodore nott x reader #theo nott fluff #theo nott x y/n

356 notes · View notes

call-sign-jinx · 28 days ago

Note

hi! pls could you write a theo nott fanfic where they have been best friends since they were kids but when y/n and theo got separated into diff houses they grew apart and eventually started to hate each other? and now they are on different quidditch teams and they are in a match against each other and then theo badly hurts y/n in the match and shes passed out for a few days, and he visits her any time he can and then y/n's friend (can be any character from the house you place them in) tells y/n and then she confronts him? you can make him react to it any way you want. thanks!!

ofccccc! i'll start writing it now! you can click here once i've posted and linked it! ta ta xx

#harry potter #hogwarts houses #hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry #wizarding world #theodore nott #theodore nott x reader #theodore nott x you #theo nott x you #theo nott x reader #theo nott #theo nott fluff #theo nott x y/n

14 notes · View notes

call-sign-jinx · 28 days ago

Text

Aaron Hotchner

smut=✮, fluff=❀, angst= ☁︎

Oneshots

Reckless☁︎(ish)

Series

#criminal minds x reader #criminal minds fic #criminal minds #aaron hotch x reader #ssa aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner

11 notes · View notes

call-sign-jinx · 28 days ago

Text

Aaron Hotchner - Reckless

summary - you disobey hotch's orders, which results in a very heated argument between the two of you in his office.

warnings - hotch is not with haley, mentions of fire, mentions of guns, slight mentions of violence, confessing (u have to rlly squint to see it)

Main Masterlist Aaron Hotchner Masterlist

a/n - hiya girlies! i have only just realised how gorgeous hotch actually is, so i wanted to write this before i get writer's block becos i just know im gonna get it at some point. ta ta my lovelies! requests r open! xx

aaron hotchner x fem!reader

I never thought I had fit in with the BAU, albeit I had only been part of the team for 2 months, everyone just had that connection. And I didn't. I hated it, I always cracked jokes, tried to lighten the mood. Sometimes they laughed, but one person who never even smiled was Aaron Hotchner.

We were working a case down in Vidalia, Georgia. There was a serial killer who targeted blonde girls aged between 5 and 8. This guy was good. He never left the crime scene messy, always tidied up after himself without leaving a trace of evidence.

But around a day ago, he had slipped up. He left a picture of a house with a family of four in front of it. A mother, father, teenage boy and a little girl who looked around 6 or 7 years old. It had a date on the back of it - 14th June 1988.

This was big, the UnSub could be one of the men in this picture, we assume the teenage boy.

"They're the O'Driscolls. Tragic what happened to them." One of the local police say as they look over my shoulder at the picture.

"You knew of them?" I turned to the police officer and raised a brow. She nodded her head with a sad look on her face.

"Yeah, I was friends with the little girl, Frankie. Her older brother, Jack, always creeped me out. Always stayed to himself, barely came out of his room. And when he did, he'd bully Frankie." She shivered as she recalled the memory of them.

"Then the fire happened. All of them except Jack died, he got put in the foster system and no one has seen him since. Except around a week ago. He looked pretty angry." I furrowed my brows at the woman.

"And you didn't think to inform us?" Aaron then made his way over to us and took the picture from my hands.

"Can you tell us where he lives? Or where we could possibly find him?" The woman nodded then told Hotch that he had a shack he used to go to as a kid about 3 miles West from where we were.#

We immediately headed to the shack, put bullet-proof vests on and split up to go through different entrances to check the shack. I booted the door in before Hotch signaled for us to and pointed my gun at Jack as soon as I saw him.

"FBI! Get down on the ground and put your hands on you head!" Jack did as he was told, and I cuffed him after. I turned to see Hotch giving me the dirtiest glare I had ever seen. I was going to get rinsed when we get back to Quantico.

We took him in for questioning, we only had 72 hours to prove that he was guilty. We tried and tried but he wouldn't break. Until we had 30 minutes of the 72 hours left. I then went into the interrogation room where he was and showed him the picture. His body language immediately changed.

"You know what I think Jack?" I raised my brows at him, using a condescending tone.

"What?" Jack replied in a monotone voice, he leaned back in his chair and sighed in annoyance.

"I think you were jealous of your little sister. As soon as she was born, you hated her because all the attention shifted from you to her. Mummy and Daddy didn't care about you anymore. And because you were so angry about this, you started the fire that killed your family. You ended up in the foster system, and eventually ended back where you started." Jack suddenly became angry. His nostrils flared, jaw clenched, fists tightly clenched, eyes squinting and glaring right at me.

"Shut. Up." His breathing became jagged. His brows furrowed and raised and he purses his lips.

"And when all your memories started to come back you got angry from the memory of your parents and little sister. So you used all these little girls as a substitute for your sister. And you have the buried underneath the shack we found you in!" Jack slammed his hands down on the table and stood up. He leaned slightly closer to me.

"They're not buried under the shack! They're under my mom and dad's house!" He spat at me quicker than he could stop himself. I smirked at him and crossed my arms.

"Thank you." I looked to the mirror in the interrogation room to which I know Hotch was behind the whole time.

I walked out of the interrogation room and burst into the room. They were all astonished, we hadn't gotten anything out of him in nearly the whole 3 days we held him.

"Good job." Aaron said monotonously. He was still pissed. We then processed him and everyone got on the jet back home.

The ride home was silent, everyone could tell Hotch was pissed. This wasn’t good. Not only did I already not fit in, Hotch was pissed with me now.

——————————————————————————

I was sat in Hotch’s office. He told me to wait there while he sorted some things out. I was nervous. I started biting the skin off my lips, twirling my hair and tapping my foot on the floor.

My body stiffened and breath caught in my throat when I heard the door open then close shut. Was he going to shout? Suspend me? Fire me? All these questions running through my head, but he hadn't said a word when he sat down in his chair.

All he did was glare. Eyebrows knit together, mouth straight, nostrils relaxed. He wasn't pleased with me at all. I'm surely fucked now.

"How stupid are you?" My jaw went slack. I've never heard him speak like this to anyone in the team before after they disobeyed orders.

"How stupid do you have to be to go guns blazing into a house with a potential serial killer inside and just hope for him to not attack you straight away? Why do you have to be so reckless?" Tears began to brim my eyes, I haven't been shouted at like this since high school.

"Well?!" He stood up and placed his hands on the desk. His glare pointing straight at me. I didn't know what to say. My mouth kept opening and closing, every time I thought of what to say but dismissed it as it wouldn't diffuse the situation.

"I'm sorry, sir. It was a spur of the moment. It will not happen again." I looked down at my palms, picking the skin at my fingernails. I began to tap my foot on the floor faster, get more and more anxious. I only did it to prove myself to the team. I didn't mean to cause any harm.

"What if he had shot you? Stabbed you? Set a trap? You would've been seriously hurt and I don't know what I'd do if-" He stopped himself dead in his tracks. He straightened his posture and his mouth was in a very tight straight line. I looked up to him, confusion painted on my face.

"What?" The tears began to stop, I realised he actually cares about me. I never suspected he actually did.

"I care for every member of my team. It wouldn't be good if you had gotten hurt. You need to be more careful. You may leave now." I hesitated for a second, wanting to ask him what he meant exactly. But instead I nodded my head, got up and walked out of the office.

Aaron Hotchner, the guy who never smiles, cares about me?

#criminal minds x reader #criminal minds fic #criminal minds #bau team #aaron hotchner #ssa aaron hotchner #aaron hotch hotchner #aaron hotch x reader #criminal minds fandom

88 notes · View notes

call-sign-jinx · 28 days ago

Text

Endless Love (Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw) - Chapter 1

summary - Y/N Y/L/N and Bradley Bradshaw have had a rivalry ever since they both attended the same academy. Every chance they took, they always tried to one up each other. One day, Bradley takes the rivalry too far and Y/N ends up in the hospital with serious injuries. Will it make Y/N want to get him back twice as worse? Or will it make her realise that this rivalry between them is childish?

warnings - swearing, enemies to lovers, mention of serious injury, traumatic episodes, reader traumatised from what happened, smut, slowburn, seizures, flashbacks

Main Masterlist Bradley ”Rooster” Bradshaw Masterlist

a/n - hello my lovelies! this is not the original first chapter becos i was a knobhead and accodentally deleted it so i'm going have to rewrite it ahaha. anyways, ta ta! xx

I had moved to San Diego from Manchester, England to get into the academy that would lead me to entering Top Gun. That was 2 years ago. I am now officially part of the Top Gun and I am dead fucking proud.

However, the first official day at Top Gun is tomorrow. Everyone who was accepted made a group chat and we all arranged to go to The Hard Deck to meet everyone and break the ice.

I'm driving in my red Toyota S2000, There It Go by Juelz Santana blasting through my speakers and the roof down. I've began to enjoy living in America, although I do miss my home back in Manchester.

I finally arrive at The Hard Deck, park my car, put the roof up and lock the doors. I make my way to the door, but suddenly two tall and muscular men burst through the door carrying a slightly smaller man. I pay them no mind and go into the bar.

I look around and when I see the khaki uniforms that we all have to wear I made my way over. I looked around the group and saw a woman with dark hair pulled back into a bun and brown eyes. I sighed in relief and made my way over to her.

"Thank god that there's another woman, I could not deal with all the testosterone on my own." The woman chuckled as she stook her hand out for me to shake.

"I'm Phoenix, you can call me Nat if you want though." I shake her hand a give her a warm smile.

"I'm Vandal, but you can call me Y/N." After making some small talk with her I buy a double whiskey from the bar and make my way back to Nat.

"What do we have here?" A cocky and arrogant voice boomed throughout the room. I turned to look at who it was and saw a tanned, blonde man standing in front of me and Nat.

"Vandal. You?" I raise a brow at him, I could tell he was the type of guy to immediately thinking he is the best out of all of us.

"Hangman. But you can call me Jake." He winked at me and I fake gagged at him. The smile faltered slightly but then he took a step closer to me and aligned his mouth to my ear.

"Just know you're missing out on one hell of a night Sugar." Nat punched him in his shoulder lightly and he flinched back.

"Back off Bagman, you're more passed around than a cigarette." Me and Nat laugh and he mocks hurt. He puts his hand on his chest and fake cries.

"Words hurt Phoenix." After actually talking to some of them, the door bursts open. Everyone turns to the door to look whose made such a ruckus.

Bradley fucking Bradshaw. Great.

We make eye contact and he smirks. He weaves through the crowd until he's about 3 feet in front of me. I could smell his shitty cologne from here, God it smelled disgusting.

"What are you doing here Shortcake?" That nickname made my stomach churn. He was so fucking aggravating.

"Well, seeing as I'm a damn good pilot, they asked me to join Top Gun. What you doing ere? Seeing what could've been?" I raise my eyebrow and curl my lip at him.

We always had a rivalry every since I joined the same academy as he did. We immediately started this sort of rivalry type thing. Well, he started it. Never found out why he never liked me.

"Actually, Sweetheart. I was asked to come to Top Gun as well." He had the smuggest look on his face I wanted to punch it right off. Prick.

"Well that's surprising, didn't know they'd let just about anyone into Top Gun." Bradshaw rolled his eyes and walked away to go meet the other guys.

"I sense some tension." Nat said in a sing-songy voice. Oh God not her too.

"Absolutely not, I do not like him one single bit. And he feels the same way about me." Nat raised a brow with a cheeky side-smile.

"Then what is going on between you two? Did one of you not call the other back?" Nat asked in a slight baby voice while pouting.

"We've just never liked each other, we always try to one up each other all the time. He treats it as a game, but I just want to be the best." Nat nodded and still had the side smile on her face.

"I just know you two are eventually going to go home together. It always happens like that." My eyes become as wide as golf balls. Absolutely not! Never! I told myself as I practically choked on my drink.

"Absolutely not! Now instead, let's enjoy our night before we have to wake up at the break of fucking dawn tomorrow." Nat nods in agreement as we head over to the bar.

This is going to be a long few weeks. Especially with Bradshaw here.

27 notes · View notes

call-sign-jinx · 29 days ago

Text

Dave Lizewski

smut=✮, fluff=❀, angst= ☁︎

Oneshots

Limerence❀

Athlete!Reader Headcannons

Series

#dave lizewski #kick ass #david lizewski fluff #aaron taylor johnson #aaron johnson

5 notes · View notes

call-sign-jinx · 29 days ago

Text

Dave Lizewski - Limerence

summary - when you and dave are paired up for an english project, he asks you a question which makes you squirm

warnings - possible stalking? idk sorry, basic fluff,

Main Masterlist Dave Lizewski Masterlist

a/n - hiya gyals, i have been trying to find more than just 3 decent dave fanfics so i jus decided to write my own, ta ta my lovelies! xx

dave lizewski x fem!reader

Limerence. Noun. Meaning: the state of being infatuated or obsessed with another person, typically experienced involuntarily and characterised by a strong desire for reciprocation of one's feelings but not primarily for a sexual relationship.

This is the feeling I get when I think of Dave Lizewski. Nobody in school cares about him at all. They don't even look at him. Which I'm glad about because that means I get him all to myself. But he never looks at me. God I just want him to look at me, notice me, speak to me, something. But i get nothing.

It still baffles me how no one has tried to ask him out before. He is absolutely beautiful. In fact, ineffable. His brown curls frame his face amazingly. His blue eyes I could look into all day. And god his voice, it could lull me to sleep effortlessly. And his humour, he makes me silently laugh every time I overhear him say something at lunch to his friends.

My friends think I'm weird for thinking he's attractive. They call him a nerd and a weirdo because he reads comic books at that little cafe every day. But that's because they don't see what I see. And it's because they don't look at him as much as I do.

I have almost every class with him, because I found out which classes he chose and switched to them. And those lessons that I needed to get higher grades for, I studied as hard as I could so that I'd be able to move to Dave's classes. My friends call me a stalker but I just want to be closer to him.

Me and my friends are sitting at our usual table which I chose because it was right behind the table Dave usually sits at. My friends never noticed, not caring about anything other than their lunch and the conversations they're having. I never listen, I just look at Dave's features and try to hear what he's talking about. I see his friend turn around to look at me then says something to Dave.

Dave then leans to the side to look at me and I immediately hide my face with a book and blush so furiously you'd mistake me for a tomato. That was fucking embarrassing, I'd been staring that long his friend pointed it out to him. Fuck.

----------------------------------------

I was in AP English, one of the classes I had to get my grades up for. I sat a seat to the left from Dave. I don't know what Ms. Somerset was talking about because all I was doing was doodling and trying to catch glances at Dave, while trying not to be obvious at the same time. But my ears perked up when I heard about a project we'd be doing in pairs. I prayed to God or whoever is up there that I'd be paired with Dave.

"Okay, I'm going to list the people that are going to be in pairs together. First, Holly you're with George. Grace with Vanessa. Zach with Jake. Y/N with Dave..." The teachers voice faded away as soon as I heard. My prayers had been answered. Thank you God!

I turned my head to look at Dave and he was already looking at me, we both smiled at each other then turned back towards the teacher.

"The project is going to be a presentation about the analysis of any piece of literature you want to do. Do it however you want it just needs to be a PowerPoint slideshow. Now everyone go sit with your partner and begin planning your presentations." Everyone got up and joined their partner and Dave came over and sat next to me.

"I never knew you were in AP English Y/N..." He felt a bit embarrassed after admitting that. A blush creeped up onto my face, well that's a bit embarrassing.

"I changed to this class about 5 months ago, I just never talk because none of my friends are in this class." I gave him a shy smile as Ms. Somerset handed us some coloured pens and a piece of paper to make a plan.

"You're in my Chem, Bio and Physics as well now that I think about it. And my History, Computer Science and Design Tech. You're in all my classes and I never noticed you before. Except at lunch or breaks, or when we walk home the same way. Don't you live a couple blocks from me?" Fuck... What if he connects the dots? And if he does what if he thinks I'm a freak?

"I wouldn't know, sorry." I gave him an awkward laugh and looked down to the paper.

"So what piece of literature should we choose? We could do something by Jane Austen, Shakespeare, Fitzgerald, Mark Twain?" It shocked me that Dave knew all those writers, mainly because all I've seen or heard about him reading was comic books.

"I say we do Emma by Jane Austen. I've read it a hundred times and I've already analysed it anyway so we just have to put it onto the presentation." Dave agreed and we planned out our presentation for the rest of the class.

When the bell rang, I gathered all my things and exited the classroom to go home. When I was a few steps out of the classroom, I heard someone call my name. It was Dave.

"I-I thought you could have my number, so that we can arrange to meet at each other's houses to work on the project. O-or we could work on it at the library. Whatever y-you're comfortable with." My heart could practically explode. Not only was he giving me his number, he was also possibly inviting over to his house!

"Yeah that'd be great." I gave him a bright smile. "We could go back to my house now? So that we can get the project over and done with, I hate having things that aren't finished yet."

"R-right now?" His cheeks flush a light pink. His eyes dart from my eyes to everything else around us.

"Yeah, you don't have to come over if you don't want to I don't want to make you uncomfortable." Fuck, I already feel like I'm screwing it up with him.

"N-no it's fine, I just didn't think you'd want me there. But yeah, let's go now." Inside, I was practically exploding. I have never felt such happiness until now. I fucking love Ms. Somerset!

We began walking out the school when my friends saw me walking with Dave. I saw them whispering and giggling to each other.

"Hey Y/N! What are you doing with him?" I felt anger run through me, why the fuck are they taking the piss out of him?

"We have a project we need to do so he's coming over to my house after school." I fake smiled at them and as soon as I turned away from them I had a disgusted look on my face. "Sorry about them Dave."

-------------------------------

As we came into my house, my dad immediately came into the hall and gave me a hug. He then turned to Dave and sized him up. I could see Dave squirming so I broke the silence.

"Dad, this is Dave. We're doing a project together in English." My dad narrowed his eyes at Dave and then his eyes widened with realisation and went to shake Dave's hand.

"So you're the Dave my princess talks about all the time!" I wanted the ground to swallow me whole and get the hell away from here. I've never wanted to be thrown into space in my whole entire life.

Dave looked at me in confusion and saw my uncomfortable demeanor.

"Right we're going upstairs, love you." I then dragged myself upstairs, Dave following close behind me and I led him to my room.

I sat myself at my desk and watched Dave as he looked around my room. I had vinyl records stuck to the wall along with different posters and tapestries. Fairy lights lined the frame of my bed. I also had a little table with a record player and a shelf specifically for my favourite records.

"Your room is really nice Y/N. I like your posters and lights." I looked around my room, I never actually took notice of it in all honesty.

"Thank you. I decorated it myself, I even designed the layout of my room when my dad helped build this place." Dave looked fascinated. I don't even know why.

"That's so cool, you got to choose how your room was shaped ad everything?" It was cute how he was so excited about something as little as room design.

"Yeah, plus my room is the biggest in the house. My dad let me have it cause he said he's barely going to be in his anyways cause he's working all the time. Surprised he's actually home right now." Dave smiled at me and looked around my room before we silently began our project.

I couldn't believe that Dave fucking Lizewski was in my room! I've liked him ever since I first saw him when I moved here in Sophomore year. As he was doing his work, I couldn't help but stare. He was so beautiful. The way his curls fell on his face, the way he slightly stuck out his tongue when he was concentrating on reading something. I was so lost in staring at him I didn't even realise that he was calling my name.

"Y/N!" I shook my head to get myself out of the trance I was in, he caught me fucking staring. Great.

"Yeah?" He smiled as he shook his head at me, not in a misdemeaning way though, in a "I find it kinda cute" way.

"What exactly are we analysing from Emma?" I went to sit down next to him on my bed and read what he was reading.

"I think we should analyse how Jane Austen represents class types within all the characters and how they act towards each other." I then looked to Dave who was already looking at me.

"Your eyes are really pretty..." Why the fuck did I just say that? Out of everything to come out of my mouth that is what I say? Dave's face turns a bright shade of red.

"Th-thank you, I really like your hair..." I had purple streaks in my hair. My dad screamed at me when he saw, but he then found them actually pretty.

"Thank you, when I first dyed it my dad went ballistic. Eventually he warmed up to them." Dave smiled at me, in a way I couldn't decipher.

"Do you like me?... Y/N?" Those words make my heart stop. Fuck. He's realised. He probably found out about me switching classes just to be with him, me staring at him all the time, my friends call it an obsession.

"Where did that come from?" I chuckle, trying to play it off.

"I've heard your friends talk about it, Todd told me today that you were staring at me. So I thought I'd ask you." This was actually quite bold of him, he always just stuck to either being quiet or just talking quietly with Todd and Marty.

"You find me weird don't you?" I leaned away from him, I didn't want him to look at me. Before right now, that was all I had hoped for and now it's the last thing I want.

"No, not at all actually. I find it cute. At first I was worried you wanted to kill me or something but when I saw your face light up when Ms. Somerset paired us up I had a feeling it wasn't because you wanted to kill me." Dave chuckled slightly, he smiled with only one side of his mouth and he looked so cute doing it.

"I thought I could actually hide it, guess I can't. I do like you Dave, and I know you have a crush on Katie so it's fine we can just pretend this never-" Dave cut me off by pressing his lips against mine. At first I was completely shocked but then I kissed him back. Oh my god I'm kissing Dave Lizewski!

I cupped his cheeks and pulled him on top of me and his hand found place on my waist. He didn't kiss me roughly like a couple guys have done before. He was gentle, more caring than lustful.

We both then pulled away and Dave had a big goofy smile, he was adorable.

"I don't like Katie, I mean I used to. But that was until I started seeing you sit next to our table at lunch and see you walk down the hallways with your friends..." A billion fireworks were going off in my head. I have never been happier.

"W-would you wanna go out on a date with me?" Oh my god, he wants to go out on a date with me!

"I would love to." I had a massive grin on my face. My dreams had come true.

#kick ass #dave lizewski #aaron johnson #aaron taylor johnson #atj #dave lizewski x reader #dave lizewski fluff #david lizewski fluff #david lizewski

86 notes · View notes

call-sign-jinx · 29 days ago

Text

hello everyone who reads my stuff! I know I have posted masterlists with keys and the posted stuff doesn’t have a key but I will get to that but for now ur gonna have to bare with me 😂😂 anyways ta ta my lovelies xx

#top gun #top gun fanfic #top gun fanfiction #top gun imagines #top gun maverick #hank voight fluff #jay halstead fluff #marvel #harry potter #teen wolf #call of duty #bullet train 2022 #criminal minds fic #chicago med #chicago pd #kick ass #x men #american assassin #the red sea diving resort

2 notes · View notes

call-sign-jinx · 29 days ago

Text

John Price

smut=✮, fluff=❀, angst= ☁︎

Oneshots

I Don’t Want To Lose You❀

Series

#john price #captain john price #john price fluff #call of duty #cod modern warfare #modern warfare #captain johnathan price #captain price

25 notes · View notes

call-sign-jinx · 29 days ago

Text

Cpt. John Price X Reader - I don’t want to lose you.

summary - when you go on a mission you see someone from your past, when you go out of your way to save them it almost costs you and price your lives.

warnings - mentions of war, war flashbacks, PTSD, violence, meltdowns, unaliving, vivid imaging of violence, mentions of torture

Main Masterlist John Price Masterlist

a/n - i am british so when i say first floor it's the second floor for US readers xx

john price x fem!reader

I had been in Task Force 141 for around 3 months now. I had gotten closest with Gaz, Soap and Ghost. The only reason I had gotten close with Ghost is because he had heard me screaming from a bad dream about my time in Iraq.

We were sort of a tight knit group, that didn't really let others in on our "games". We tended to do things just the four of us. Plus Price, our captain. God he was an image. I've never ever liked facial hair on a man until I met him. And his eyes look absolutely ethereal. They're a sort of hazel or green colour and looking into them makes my heart melt.

Anyway, that's all besides the point. We're on our way to a serious and dangerous mission. Price briefed us earlier and we have to infiltrate an Iraqi base for information on a very dangerous and intelligent extremist group.

The fact that we had to go to Iraq brought back memories. Very bad memories. On the jet to Jordan - right next to Iraq - I felt my palms become sweaty and my breathing become jagged. I cannot be doing this on the way to the mission. Luckily, Ghost was right next to my and held my hand for reassurance. He was the only one who knew about my time in Iraq. Well everyone did, but Ghost really knew.

I begin to take deep breaths and close my eyes, after repeating this a few times I had finally calmed down. I looked around the jet and Price had his brows furrowed as his eyes darted between me and Ghost. I dismissed it and focused on my breathing.

------------------------------------------

We have finally arrived in Jordan and are now getting into RG-33 SOCOM Vehicles. Luckily, one was all we needed as we only had 6 of us for this mission - me, Ghost, Gaz, Soap, Keller and Price.

As we got closer and closer to the base in Iraq, the pit in my stomach grew bigger and bigger. I pushed all my thoughts and memories down until I became calm. This isn't what the mission needed. Isn't what anyone on the Task Force needed.

We had finally arrived at a location close-by to the base and gathered behind our vehicle. Price had put a map of the base against the RG-33, the map had red dots to represent the entries, blue dots to represent the computer rooms (where we'd be getting the info from) and green dots to represent where we will make our exits.

"Ghost, Soap, you enter through the South West entry and go up through the South bound stairwell, get the information form Room F304 on the first floor then come out of the closest window you can. Gaz, Keller, you go through the North East entry and go up through the East bound stairwell go to Room S215, get as much information as you can from the computers and exit via the North bound stairwell. Y/L/N, you're with me. We'll go up through the North West entry, go up the West bound stairwell, grab what we need from T680 and exit via the North bound stairwell, the same as Gaz and Keller. Everyone got that?" Everyone nodded in agreement or said "Yes sir."

As everyone split into the pairs Price gave them, I went up to Price as we were in a pair. He looked up to me after checking he had all the PPE (Personal Protective Equipment) he needed and gave me a tight smile.

"You're going to be fine Y/L/N, you don't need to worry." I was confused as I had no idea how he knew. "And before you ask I saw you in the jet, I wanted to ask what was wrong but Ghost helped you before I could. Now let's go, we've got a mission to do."

Me and Price began our journey to the base and found our entry. We checked the area for any enemies patrolling the area and silently took out the ones who saw us before they could say anything. I got to the door and picked the lock and carefully opened the door. We looked around the corridor for anyone but didn't see anyone. We carefully made our way up the West bound stairwell and finally made it up to the room we needed to find.

Price tried the door and it was unlocked, he meticulously opened the door and the room was filled with computers, we scanned the area for anyone and there was no sign of people in the room. We went to one of the computers put a hard drive into the PC and downloaded every single piece of information off of that computer.

As the hard drive was downloading final bits and pieces of information, I heard screaming. Specifically, a boy screaming. I looked to Price and silently begged him for us to go get him.

"We can't Y/L/N, it may jeopardise the mission. I'm sorry..." He looked genuinely remorseful. But that didn't stop me. I immediately darted for the source of the screaming. Price decided he had no choice but to follow me, I could tell I was gonna get an arse whooping as soon as we get back from this mission.

The screaming got louder and louder until I finally reached the room where the screaming was coming from. I picked the lock of the door and kicked it open and pointed my gun in the room. There were two men in the room, one man had the boy's arm in his hand, his grip looked uncomfortable and way too tight for my liking. The other man was actually videoing, maybe for a ransom video.

"Put the boy down!" I shouted at them as I aimed for their heads. The men, who were obviously unarmed, put their hands in the air and stepped away from the boy. I ran over to the boy and got down to his level.

"Are you okay honey? Have they been hurting you?" I was checking the boy for any cuts and bruises until I noticed a birth mark on his neck, a very weirdly shaped birthmark that was very familiar. My mind immediately flashed back to Iraq.

When I was in Iraq, I was captured and tortured for information. When they were done with me they threw me in a cell along with a mother and her baby, Suleiman. He was a beautiful and surprisingly healthy baby boy. And he had a birthmark on his neck.

One day, after I was tortured and then thrown back into the cell, the mother was hysterically sobbing and screaming. When I calmed her down she said to me, "They took my baby boy! They snatched him right from my arms!"

I swore to that lady that I would break out of here and find her baby boy for her, a few days later she was killed and I never forgave myself for not fulfilling my promise.

I looked to Price with horror on my face. Tears began to brim my eyes and my jaw locked shut. I couldn't help the memories of the little boy, Suleiman, and the promise I made his mother.

"I know this child Price. We need to get him out of here now." I grabbed the little boy in my arms and we headed for our exit. But as soon as we got to the North bound stairwell, it was covered with Iraqi soldiers. I told Suleiman to go and find a man by the name of Ghost and gave him directions and that he'd be safe with him. Suleiman began to run as fast as possible.

Price and I pulled our guns out and began to shoot at them until the stairwell was clear. As we descended the stairs, we must've missed one as a man grabbed me and put a gun to my head. I yelped out Price's name and he immediately pointed his gun at the man.

"Let her go!" Price's voice was filled with rage, and so were his eyes. they had grown so dark you couldn't see the hazel-greenish colour of them anymore, just black.

"She has our information, she can either give it to me or suffer the consequences." He pressed the gun harder into the side of my temple.

I began to panic, memories came flooding back and I was beginning to lose sight of what we have to do. My only goal is to either kill this man or somehow get away. But he is a lot bigger than me. And when I say a lot I mean a lot.

"Put the gun down now!" His voice echoed in the empty hallway. The hallways, rooms and stairwells seemed quiet. Too quiet. My eyes widened as I realised.

"Price! Go! It's a trap!" As soon as I had said that the floors underneath us exploded with a loud boom. Fire began to spread, floors fell apart, and we were going to die if we didn't get out now.

I acted quickly by stomping on the man's foot, elbowing his face grabbing his gun and shooting him. I quickly grabbed Price's hand and led him to the South bound stairwell hoping that it wouldn't be destroyed. It was. We then tried to East bound stairwell and the West bound stairwell, they were both destroyed.

I looked out a close by window and there was a building that was still intact. We had to jump across. It was a risky jump but it was the only option we seemed to have left.

"Price, we're going to have to jump across to that building and get to the ground floor through that roof door." I showed him the building and he nodded.

"You go first." I told Price, he looked at me with worry and anger. He shook his head.

"Fine, but you better follow me close behind, can't lose a soldier like you." He patted my shoulder before taking a runup to the window and successfully. He stood, eagerly waiting for me to jump across as well.

As I began to run up to the window, someone hit my in the face with a gun. Price saw and didn't know what to do, he couldn't get back up to the building but he couldn't just leave me either.

"Y/L/N!" He ran to the building's edge and tried to get a better look. A woman walked up to the window and laughed at Price.

"She's going to die where her true life started, in Iraq. And the information you stole will die here with her!" Price got ahold of his gun and pointed it at the woman.

"Give her to me or I'll shoot!" All the woman did was laugh.

"You better go now or you'll die along with us!" Price reigned fire on her but missed as she ducked down until the window. When he ran out of bullets she stood back up straight, but holding a dead man's switch in her hand.

Before she could even speak, Price saw a hand drag her down and he slightly hears grappling and groaning until all he can hear is the roaring fires down below and the infrastructure of the building falling apart.

The next thing he sees is a bag being thrown and me flying through the window and the rest of the building being destroyed by an explosion.

Price grabbed the bag and ushered me to the roof door as we had finally escaped. We made our way to the stairwell and as soon as we exited the building it exploded. We made our way back to the RG-33, where the others were worriedly waiting for us.

Ghost and Soap immediately ran up to us and checked me for anything on my face. I looked past them and saw the boy with a blanket around him. I quickly made my way to him.

"Are you okay Suleiman?" The boy was silent, of course he would be. He also looked scared after I called him by his name.

"Suleiman, I knew your mother, Amneh, a long time ago when you were just a baby. You're safe with us now, I promise." He nodded and we all got into the vehicle, Suleiman sat down with me and I wrapped my arm around him. When we got back into Jordan, a man was waiting with a few of our men. He quickly ran up to Suleiman and held him in his arms. The boy backed away from him immediately.

We reunited Suleiman with his older brother and father and then boarded the jet back home. I immediately lay down on the seats and anticipated how much Price was going to rinse me for saving Suleiman.

-------------------------------------

We were now back on our base in England. Soap, Gaz and Keller were celebrating another successful mission while me and Ghost sat on one of the couches in the "common room" as they all call it.

"You did good saving that little boy today. Even though Price is going to absolutely murder you for almost dying and 'jeopardising' the mission." I chuckled before I took a sip of my drink.

"I was with that little boy and his mother back when I was captured in Iraq y'know?" My mood completely changed as memories came back. "They took her little boy away from her, he was only a baby at the time, and I told her that I would get us both out of there and get her boy back. They killed her a week later. And I never fulfilled the promise I made her... It kills me every day to know they will never see each other again..." Ghost put his arm around my shoulder and rubbed my arm as a way of comforting me.

Price then entered the room and his eyes immediately darted to me. He did not look happy at all.

"Y/L/N. My office. Now." He didn't raise his voice. You knew you were in shit with Price when he didn't even raise his voice.

I got up from the couch and followed Price to his office. When we got inside he ordered me to sit down in the chair in front of his desk.

"Do you know how stupid that was? Apart from saving that boy's life you could've risked mine and yours! That was absolutely irresponsible!" I didn't even mutter a word, I just wanted to let him let out his anger before I spoke.

"You have nearly died 3 times today! Three times! Do you know how upset the team would be? I would be? If you had lost your life? What went through your fucking head?! All for that little boy!" Now I was angry, how the fuck could he be so insensitive?

"I made a promise to a mother in Iraq... That I would bring her baby boy back to her after he was taken away from her... And that boy that I saved today, was that baby boy." Price's eyes widened. His mouth opened and closed, he had no clue what to say.

"Y/N... I'm sorry I-" I cut him off before he could speak, anger running through my veins now.

"You should be sorry! I made a promise to a woman in Iraq and if I couldn't keep it for her I'd keep it for their family that searched far and wide for the both of them. That boy's father and brother had to find out that woman had fucking died today! So yeah! You should be fucking sorry."

I was nose to nose with Price now. There was a deafening silence and a heavy atmosphere around us now. You could cut the tension with a knife.

"I didn't know... what you went through in Iraq... I'm sorry." He seriously meant the apology this time. I could tell, the look of remorse on his face made me upset.

"It's just... I don't know what all of us... what I would do if you had died. I don't want to lose you." He looked down to the floor, not wanting to look me in the eye.

"Are you saying you care about me Captain?" I raise an eyebrow and smirk at him. His eyes immediately dart to mine and his mouth contorts to form a straight thin line.

"Yes, I do Y/N. What of it?" He straightened his posture, towering over me. It made me quite flustered.

"Just wondering Captain." I look down to the ground in hopes he doesn't see my face going slightly red. This was not how I planned this to go in my head.

"You wondering cause you feel the same sweetheart? I've heard what you say about me to Soap. It's no secret to me anymore." He took a step towards me, our chests now touching. The lack of distance made blood run to my cheeks.

"That was a private conversation Captain." Price chuckled, he raised his hand to put under my chin so that I would look up at him.

"You aren't denying it though are you?" His smirk only grew as my face grew redder and redder. I shifted my weight from one foot to the other. Why the fuck am I being like this? I shouldn't be, I am a fucking soldier not some little school girl with a crush.

"No..." I gather up the courage to look at him and he has this certain look in his eyes. Something like want, or desire.

"Good." And before I could say anything he cupped my cheeks in his hands and connected our lips. It was exactly like how I imagined it. It was warm, passionate yet soft and fucking amazing.

He backed me up against the closest wall and presses his body against mine. The kiss grew deeper when he put his knee between my legs and I gasped so he took the chance to swipe his tongue against my lips and into my mouth.

It grew sloppier and sloppier as we both got more desperate. One of his hands travelled down to my waist and squeezed it which made me yelp into his mouth.

We both finally pulled away for air and he looked at me with care and want mixed into one.

"I have wanted to do that every since I laid my eyes on you sweetheart."

#john price fluff #captain john price #john price #captain price #price cod #captain johnathan price #call of duty #cod #cod modern warfare

27 notes · View notes