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Vegas, Baby (I Wanna Ride) ♥️

Max Verstappen x Friend!Reader

welcome to vegas baby, give me money, give me diamonds, give me rubies baby (get on your knees and beg me please to let you in me)

Tonight's a big night for the Redbull team in Las Vegas. Max Verstappen just won his 4th WDC, and you, his good friend, just won your first F2 race. After months of rising sexual tension, the line between you and Max starts blurring during a wild Vegas afterparty. Nothing beats crowning a 4th championship than passionate celebration sex, right?

Content includes: 18+ MDNI, smut, dom! Max, sub! Reader who’s playing mind games to seduce him, size kink, praise kink, cream pie, morally dubious relationship status but no cheating, drunk passionate sex with max post WDC is literally the epitome of my dreams

Max! The blonde Dutchman’s concentration shifts from one of the many post Las Vegas Grand Prix interviews he’s been coerced into to hear your familiar voice excitedly calling for him. His cute smile turns into an even more gorgeous grin as he spots you making a beeline across the media pen, long curls flying behind you. The cameras rapidly start stuttering as you practically leap into Max’s arms when he tightly hugs you back, lifting you up off the ground easily. Congratulations, Maxie! you gush excitedly, beaming up at him with genuine emotion. I’m so happy for you, you deserve this win so much!

Pink dusts the cheeks of the now 4 time world champion from your attention as he looks down at your shorter frame, his muscular arms snugly around your waist. You couldn’t care less about the sticky champagne drenching his suit, because your own RB suit is wet from your celebration of winning the F2 race earlier that day. You too, schatje, Max returns warmly, the paparazzi completely ignored. Winning your first race, in Las Vegas too, from P11? I’m so proud of you! Now you're blushing as he tousles your hair affectionately. You two are just good friends, of course, and Max is in a relationship with a model - even though it's a rather turbulent one. But the F1 gossip mill is always running rampant with rumours about your relationship with Max - especially with the overfamiliar touches you're both now leaving with lingering hands on each other.

The interviewers flock at the chance to interview the F1 and F2 champions together, who provide them with entertaining answers fueled by the 3rd G&T that Max has already started drinking from his Redbull bottle. You smirk and raise your own bottle to cheers against his, making Max’s icy blue eyes twinkle with amusement as he realises you’re very much on the same wavelength of starting celebrations early. Great minds think alike, right Maxie? you wink conspiratorially, making him laugh. The media reps are basically forgotten as the pair of you end up in your own conversation of excited yapping about adrenaline fueled moments from your races, littered with inside jokes lost to the viewers.

When his PR manager calls Max's name, trying to prevent anymore dubious scandals, the blonde looks apologetically towards you, promising that the two of you would have to celebrate properly tonight, okay? You nod eagerly as you watch him go for the rest of his media duties, your smile so wide that your cheeks almost hurt. You’re still buzzing with adrenaline of your own win, and know that your own manager won’t be happy with the pictures of you practically climbing Max to hug him, not an inch of space between you as he pulls you against him. After all, the tabloids love to speculate that there’s something more between the Redbull 3 time - now 4! - world champion and you, the rising talent in F2 with your Redbull Academy seat, and one of the very few women on the grid.

That’s how you and Max had met - on the Redbull practice circuit, the two of you the only ones wanting to practise in horrific conditions of rain and hail. He’d been curious to see another car with the familiar Bull logo out on the track, and then found himself even more curious when the helmet came off to reveal your cutely flushed face and pretty curls that fell down your back. You became fast friends, after you got along your initial awe of 3x WDC Max Verstappen casually giving you driving pointers. He was actually an incredibly humble and loyal friend, and you appreciated how much time he'd spent out of his busy schedule to help you. Meanwhile, Max found your conversation and humour so refreshing compared to other junior drivers who would suck up to him, and you were never afraid to give Max a piece of your mind with your fiery, passionate personality - similar to his. For the first time in months since he'd started dating his demanding girlfriend, who always told Max off for being too loud or making immature jokes, Max found himself genuinely relaxing and speaking freely.

So with all the time on the practise track, and then off the track when you moved to Monaco and began attending the same parties, padel games and hungover brunches with Max, it was no surprise the two of you had become good friends - with a lot of speculation from the public. Many of his fans and friends disliked his current relationship with the pretty model who constantly used Max's name for her own clout with little interest in his passion for racing and e-sim gaming. In comparison, the easy laughs and witty banter seen frequently between you and Max had many conspiring that you'd be a far better match for the F1 champion. Especially in today's Las Vegas interviews, where the growing electric chemistry was palpable to viewers even through the screen.

Of course, you'd never admit to anyone that you secretly agreed with all the gossip columns. You and Max were perfectly suited for each other - but you would never be able to tell him, especially as you didn't have the slightest idea if Max liked you back or even found you attractive since he was so outgoing and touchy with all his close friends. For the past couple of months you'd been secretly pining for him, eyeing his moody girlfriend jealously as she yanked him from celebrations to go home early. You'd starting catching yourself staring up at the gorgeous blonde with heart eyes when he'd patiently explain some new racing tactic to you. No guy could come close to Max in your mind, and you're becoming increasingly sexually frustrated as the object of your desires stayed out of your reach but you aren't hook up with anyone else. So much so that in the week before Las Vegas, you'd started having some very dirty dreams involving a tall, muscular, blonde ending training early and bending you over the hood of his car as he whispered accented Dutch in your ear. Gonna let me fuck you now, baby? You'll take all of my cock, just like I taught you, right?

You knew it was so, so wrong to secretly lust after your friend and teammate like this - especially since he was taken. But tonight, with the thrill of winning your first ever F2 race in frickin' Vegas of all places, at the same time as Max taking his 4th WDC...Well, let's just say you were feeling especially wild tonight. Taking another shot of gin as you got ready in your spacious hotel bathroom, you admire the sight of yourself in the mirror. You're lot more dressed up than usual, out of your racing suit for once . Smokey eyeshadow compliments your wide, doe eyes and long hair you’d blown out in loose curls, all to show off the main view of a tight, sparkly red minidress that pushed up your tits perfectly. You certainly looked the part of a winner out on a hunt for the best way to celebrate tonight, and your best friend agreed as she whistled when walking into the bathroom. Girl, goddamn, that dress looks insanely sexy on you! she gushed, making you shoot her a pleased smile. Trying to catch a certain someone’s attention tonight? she added with a teasing look. Don’t worry, Max won’t be able to keep his eyes off you!

You let out an embarrassed yelp and tell her to shut up, you were not into him like that! Used to your denials, your friend rolls her eyes fondly and tells you you’d been practically moaning his name when you’d been napping earlier, you little slut! She puts you out of your misery when your face goes as red as your dress by adding in that she’d heard his girlfriend wasn’t here tonight to celebrate - apparently, she was pissed he hadn’t flown her out on his private jet and he’d decided to take a break. Winking, she tells you that Max is all yours tonight! You shoo her away but your heart’s nervously skipping a beat with the news. Slipping on your impressive six inch stilettos with glittery straps circling around your legs, you make your way to the after party downstairs.

The bass is thumping, drinks easily flowing and the crowded hotel nightclub buzzing with energy tonight where many of the racing drivers and fans have come to celebrate tonight. You’d meant to go find Max when you got there, but are pulled into excited hugs by lots of your own friends and team members to congratulate you. Soon enough, a few hours have passed and you’re very pleasantly tipsy, giggling and twirling around on the dance floor with your girlfriends and quite a few guys who are running appreciative looks over your pretty figure. But when your wide doe eyes finally meet icy blue across the room, all other men are forgotten and you're making your way over in a heartbeat.

Schatje, Max greets you easily, interrupting the conversations people crowding around him were trying to start. You give him an adoring smile as you wrap your arms around those ridiculously wide shoulders of his when he pulls you into him. The alcohol you’ve both been drinking lowers your boundaries as you giggle into his ears you’ve been looking everywhere for him! He chuckles, telling you that he’d been right here, but you’d been too popular with everyone else tonight. Too busy for me now that you’re a F2 winner? he teases. You playfully push his broad chest, admiring how toned his muscles are under your freshly manicured palm. Maybe, you tease back. I only enjoy the company of drivers who are five time world champions, at least. Seen Lewis anywhere?

Max’s gorgeous blue eyes crinkle in amusement as he tips his head back to laugh, and you're staring up his thick neck, enjoying the sight of his angular jaw and plush lips with a cute freckle you wanted so desperately to kiss. Reminding yourself not to get too carried away until you had some idea how Max felt, you tugged at his biceps to indicate you wanted him to follow you. He easily took your hand in his, intertwining your fingers together as you pull him towards the second floor. This was a pretty frequent for you two, breaking off from a crowded party to yap and gossip about some drama or catch up without all eyes on you. Just as you reach the stairs, one of your team’s engineers calls out to you, giving you a tight embrace that lasts a few seconds too long to be a friendly congratulations. You don’t really notice though, too relaxed and happy, and gush your thank you’s to him as he compliments how well you drove today. He’s pretty cute, and you’re starting to get carried away in the conversation until a warm, large palm curls possessively around your curvy hips. A shiver runs up your spine as Max’s deep voice drawls out behind you that he was bored, can you two go upstairs now?

You immediately turn your focus back onto the attractive blonde, assuring him Of course, Maxie! Your arm wraps around his bicep to steady yourself as you two walk upstairs, your high heels clicking against the marble floor. Your abruptly forgotten engineer receives a rather smug smirk from Max. When you’re finally alone in a tiny powder room, small enough that you have to stand close together with the locked door but well lit by an illuminated mirror atop the counter, Max can’t resist a snarky that engineer seemed very into you.

You dismiss Max’s claims, telling him to stop joking around as you leaned into the mirror to repply your lip gloss. No, he was definitely checking you out, Max responds behind you. His already deep accent you’d always had a thing for turns even huskier. Can’t blame him though…you look fucking incredible tonight.

Desire curls in your gut as you gasp at his unexpected compliment, glancing to see Max’s blue eyes locked onto you through the mirror. The Dutchman’s gaze is sharp despite the tipsy flush on his cheeks as it wanders up your lush thighs, accentuated by your stilettos, over your juicy ass and hips before coming to meet your pretty eyes. There’s no denying the hungry expression he wears, especially as you slowly finish applying your lip gloss, drawing his attention to your tempting pink lips. He looks like a lion starving to sink his fangs into his next meal.

You swallow, suddenly feeling a little shy as you avoid his gaze, even though you'd dolled up tonight just for him. You should be saying something like that to your girlfriend, you say suddenly. Where is she, anyways? Max rolls his eyes at the reminder, unamused with the change of topic. Fuck knows, he says exasperatedly. I don’t care anymore, we’re taking a break. You turn to face him, raising an eyebrow as you coyly ask Just a break? What, she’s trying to find a billionaire because a F1 millionaire just isn’t cutting it?

Max chuckles at your not so subtle dig, knowing how you felt about his rather superficial girlfriend. But instead of letting it go, tonight you decide to continue and ask him why he was still with her? He shrugs, telling you it was just easier at this point to stay with her instead of the drama of a messy breakup, and dating hot but 2D models was what everyone expected of F1 drivers anyway.

You narrow your eyes, a little annoyed now, and step closer to Max to announce that’s stupid, since when did he do what others expect of him instead of what he wanted? Besides, he deserved a girlfriend who actually cared for him as a person, who celebrated each of his wins and losses, and on a night like tonight - well, he should be getting whatever he wanted from her, you added playfully. You’ve ended up so close that Max can feel the warmth of your soft tits pressed up against his chest, the heels you’re wearing helping your height. He can't resist admiring at the way your cleavage bounces every time you passionately speak.

Whatever I want, huh? Max murmurs lowly, his blue eyes dark with desire as he suddenly leans down, making your eyes widen and thick lashes flutter. His thumb softly brushes across your cheeks to press against your lower lip, parting your mouth slightly. He’s silent for a moment, choosing his next words carefully, and then - What if all I want is you?

You gasp, both with excitement and shock at the realisation that Max returned your feelings. A coy smile appears on your lips as you press your hands to his firm chest, leaning up to whisper into his ear that he was lucky, then, because you'd been looking for a way to congratulate him properly.

He grins wickedly as you return his hungry look, your normally sparkling eyes now sultry with desire. Oh yeah? he says lowly, large palms skimming your waist. And what were you thinking would be the proper way to say congratulations?

There’s no going back to friendship after this, the blurred line well and truly vanishing. Thank god, because you couldn’t take the sexual frustration any longer. You’d heard that the sex after winning in Vegas is really good…and since he’d ended up winning the championship, he deserved to fuck you long and hard, right?

Max’s breath hitches at your offer, his already semi erect cock hardening. Fuck, schatje, he breathes, his lips so close to yours they’re almost touching. That mouth of yours…I didn’t know it could be so dirty. Makes me want to ruin it. You smile with faux innocence, batting your lashes up at him. Why don’t you, Max? Ruin me, then.

That’s all it takes for his lips to lock into yours, a gentle first kiss between friends quickly turning into a sloppy, heated make out that has you drooling against him. Been wanting to do this forever, Max groans in between deep kisses. You giggle, asking him what his girlfriend would think of that. Who? Max says, looking genuinely confused as he leans in again to slide his tongue in to explore your mouth. Oh, the ex? You laugh into the kiss, knowing any other woman would be out of the picture by the time you’ve shown Max just how he deserved to be treated tonight.

Suddenly you’re being lifted up easily to sit on the marble counter, squealing at his impressive strength. He greedily presses against you, your lush thighs parting easily around his narrow waist. It’s a good thing the club’s bass is so loud, otherwise any passerbys would hear the wet, sensual moans of you passionately making out. Max’s bear paws of hands squeeze your thighs and plump ass firmly, making your minidress ride up so he could feel your dampening panties as you start grinding against his impressive bulge through his jeans. Fuck, schatje, you’re already this wet? Max breathes, blue eyes blown with desire when he pulls back for a second as you both pant. Only for you, Maxie you say adoringly, running manicured hands along his broad shoulders and into his soft, blonde locks. Whatever you want tonight, remember? So tell me, what would the world champion like next?

Max inhales sharply at your obedient words, at how you’re looking up at his darkened blue eyes with so much devotion. It fills him with an inexplicable need to have you all to himself, not just tonight but every night from now. You decide to give him a gentle nudge, guiding his large palms to cup your full breasts through your dress. You keep looking at my chest, Maxie. Do you want to see what’s underneath my dress? Max’s jaw drops open as you help his fingers tug down your neckline, letting it fall to your waist and leaving you half dressed in a lacy navy blue bra.

My favourite colour, Max says absentmindedly, too distracted with the heavenly vision in front of him. When you giggle and tell him you know, that’s why you wore it! he groans lowly, yanking the lace down so your full breasts lay exposed to his hungry gaze. So fucking pretty, he breathes, you look so good in my colours, schatje.

You can’t respond because you’re moaning again from his thick fingers squeezing your bouncing tits, circling your sensitive, hard nipples before latching his mouth over your areolas. Oh, Maxie! Mmm, feels so good! He hums with your tits inside his talented mouth, enjoying your sweet moans in his ears as he leaves a trail of hickeys over your chest and neck. You’re getting wetter by the second, and judging from the large, hard bulge you’re desperately humping, you’re certain Max is just as turned on as you are. But tonight’s about congratulating him, and you can’t get too distracted, tugging at the white t-shirt he’s wearing. Your turn!

Max smirks, and yanks his shirt off in half a second. Now you’re temporarily short circuiting at his broad pecs, ogling his thick upper arms and shoulders that taper down to his slim hips. You can’t resist tracing a path down his defined abs with your manicured fingers, making Max tease you with like what you see, schatje?

You shut him up as your hand comes to rest just above his belt buckle, brushing his blonde happy trail but going no further. Hmm, I’ve seen better, you tease back coyly. His jaw hardens as you come tantalisingly close to where he really wants to feel you. When he wraps his hand around yours to stop your games, you surprise him again when you bring your joined hands up to your lips. Curiosity piqued, he watched you intently as you press the pad of his pointer finger onto your swollen lips like he’d done earlier…and then part your lips to slide him inside till the knuckle. Oh, fucking hell, Max hisses lowly.

You don’t miss a beat, staring right into his eyes sultrily as you swirl your tongue around his thick finger, letting him imagine what else your drooling, wet mouth could do. He swallows when you release him with a pop, only to oh so innocently bat your lashes at him to say did he have anything bigger for you to lick?

Max has a hand tangled in your curls instantly, pushing your all too willing body down onto your knees as he swears, saying if he’d known you were going to be such a good girl for him he’d have fucked you months ago. You whine desperately, making him completely entranced as you press soft kisses to his clothed erection. He unbuckles himself for you, the small room silent except for the clinking of metal making both of you impatient. You gasp when his generously sized cock emerges from his Calvin Klein boxers, his pink tip resting right in front of you. He almost cums right there when you look up at him with those wide doe eyes, the very picture of innocence but your filthy words anything but. It-it’s so big, Maxie. Even larger than what I’d dreamed about.

And then you’re messily kissing up and down his engorged shaft, smearing your lipgloss all over as you pant and drool over his length. Oh my fucking god, Max groans, head slamming into the door behind him. That mouth of yours, baby- Jesus fucking Christ.

He’s rendereded speechless when you begin suckling on his hypersensitive tip, circling it with full concentration just like you’d done with his finger. You don’t break eye contact, pulling back slightly to pump his base with two hands and blow air over his angry, swollen cockhead. Tastes so good, Maxie. ‘M gonna worship your cock tonight, just like my world champion deserves. Your throat goes completely lax as you take his impressive length all the way to the base, gurgling and drooling messily as you hollow your cheeks to suck firmly.

Fuck! Jesus, schat, baby, I’m gonna - Max is panting heavily, cheeks adorably red and flushed as he tangles his large palms into your curls. Go-gonna fuck that insane mouth of yours now, okay?

You hum in agreement, sending vibrations running down his shaft. He doesn’t waste any time then, dragging your face forward and roughly thrusting himself into your wet, slack mouth. Loud, obscene sounds of the dirty blowjob you’re performing for him are filling the air, and there’s no doubt anyone listening in the hallway would be able to tell exactly what going on behind the door. But the both of you couldn’t care less, too far gone. And if your mindblowing deepthroat hadn’t been enough, you’re whimpering in between thrusts that he’s so big, you bet he could fuck your tits at the same time as your mouth-

He doesn’t even need to process that sexy mental image because you’re now using your free hands to cup your bouncing breasts and wrap them snugly around the base of his cock, his leaking tip still thrusting in and out of your mouth. Like this, see Maxie?

Max roars in approval at the filthy display, the warmth of your soft tits sending him over the edge. Gonna cum now, he pants breathlessly. Open your mouth for me, baby, you’ll swallow it all, right?

You follow his command immediately, desperately saying please, please Maxie, wanna taste you so bad, you can cum wherever you want-

He slaps his heavy cockhead against your chubby cheeks first, and then onto your pink tongue as you poke it out, collecting drops of precum from his angry red tip. He’s meanly chuckling as you go cross eyed from his cock whacking your face, squealing with excitement. Guess the only thing that shuts you up is my cock in your mouth.

You nod eagerly, panting with your lips wide open expectantly as you stare up at him, your pretty makeup completely destroyed from the messy blowjob. The sight of you so desperate for him is what tips him over, and with a silent moan he jerks himself off to flood your mouth with a generous, creamy load. So much that you struggle to swallow it, some of it leaking out the corners of your lips to drip onto your heaving tits. But you take most of it just like you promised him, licking your lips rather sluttily before opening your mouth to show him. See, Maxie? Drank it all for you.

He yanks you up off the floor, pressing your soft jiggling chest up against his hard pecs as he rewards you with a deep kiss. Did fucking amazing, sweetheart, he sighs into you. That was definitely the best head I’ve ever gotten. You flush from his compliment, sultry eyes turning shy now from his praise. But the Dutch Lion’s appetite isn’t satiated tonight. He pulls your dress back up, wiping away your smeared gloss and smudged mascara before redressing himself. But we aren’t finished just yet, schatje, he croons as he gently untangles your curls from your dangly earrings. You bite your lip, hanging onto his each word as he says After all, you’d won in Vegas too. He’ll have to show you how good the sex is, now.

Desire darkens your bright, dazed eyes at the thought of Max finally fucking you. You bury your face in his thick neck, wrapping your arms around him as you plead for him to please take you upstairs, you needed him so bad, you couldn’t take it anymore.

He chuckles at your cute begging, discreetly leading you down the hallway that’s thankfully empty while keeping you firmly pressed to his chest. As much as he’d wiped away the streaks of mascara, any of your friends would only have to take one look to know what you’d been upto. The ride up the discreet service elevator is another test of self restraint, the camera in the corner stopping the both of you from outright debauchery. But you can’t stop weakly grinding against Max’s muscular thigh that separates your plush legs, clinging onto him as he whispers dirty things in your ear with that Dutch voice you loved. Tell me what kind of naughty dreams you’ve been having about me, he demands. And of course, you oblige, turning his ears pink and voice huskier when he finds out just what you’d been secretly pining for.

He lifts you up, your legs straddling his waist easily when you finally reach your floor, an carried you down the hallway. After you’re clumsily swiping your room card with Max’s very distracting lips leaving kisses to your throat, you find yourself inside your dark hotel room at last. The Vegas city lights stream in from the floor to ceiling windows, illuminating Max’s handsome form as he looks down to drink in the pretty sight of you. Fucking finally, Max groans, ripping his shirt and pants off in one go and kicking his shoes to the side. He wraps an arm around your waist to pick you up again and gently toss you onto the king sized bed, making you giggle excitedly as you land with a bounce. And then he’s on top of you, eyes dark and a cocky smirk on his face as he presses his warm length against your soaked panties. See what you’ve done to me, schatje? I’m already hard again. Completely ruined me for anyone else with this perfect body. He finishes his sentence with a slow roll of his hips, making you moan breathily at the contact, with your panties so wet they’re practically stuck to you and you can feel all of him.

He unzips you out of your dress, leaving heated kisses all over your body as he admires the sight of your navy lingerie set, telling you he’d buy you ten more so you could wear them for him after every race when he fucked you. You keen at his attention, at the thought that Max wants you again and again, eyes teary as you start to try and grind your hips against him. You’ll have to be patient, schatje Max says in an amused tone, sounding much more in control than the moaning, dripping mess he’s turned you into. You teased me so much after all, it’s only fair that it’s my turn now, right? He kisses your ankles softly as he unties your strappy heels, letting them fall to the floor. And then, with a strong hand on each of your delicate ankles, he hungrily takes in the sight of your dripping pussy. Your tummy flutters almost nervously in anticipation of what’s coming.

Turns out Max, just like you, always held true to his promises. You’d had to be very patient as he had his turn of teasing you mercilessly, making you cum all over his thick fingers that stretched you out and skilled tongue that found your sensitive clit almost immediately. And when he’s finally ripping the condom packet open and slapping your core with his heavy cock, you’re practically crying.Your aching pussy finally gets what she needs when you’re stuffed impossibly full as he slides in to the hilt.

The sight of you completely ruined underneath him, tits bouncing with each powerful thrust he delivers, your nails burying into his strong arms to steady yourself, unlocks a carnal desire in Max. Whatever I want, right schatje? He hums, bending down so your sweaty foreheads touch, and you nod quickly through your deep pants. Even if I wanted to fuck you raw? You’ll let me cum inside your tight little pussy, hmm?

He knows he has you right where he wants as you squeeze down on him instinctively when you imagine him inside you with no protection. Ohmygod Maxie, yes, please, fuck your cum into me, please! The Dutchman’s outright filthy request has your head spinning with desire and you’re babbling half incoherently. Pulling out momentarily and making you whine, he yanks the condom off before sinking back into your creamy hole. You both moan in pure ecstasy at the euphoric feeling of skin to skin sex.

Max fucks you in multiple positions that night, passionately into the soft mattress, meanly up against the cold window, and roughly on the plush sofa chaise with your face buried in the cushions and your red asscheeks up in the air for him to slap. Next time I win you’ll let me fuck you here, too, okay baby? he demands as he fingers your winking back hole while still thrusting into your dripping cunny. You can only let out a high pitched whine, jiggling your hips back onto his cock in approval, too fucked out to respond with words at this point. And when he finally cums, his impressive stamina outlasting yours on his second orgasm, he makes sure to sink in deep and flood your heavenly walls with his thick white release. You give him an open mouthed lazy kiss as a silent thank you for the best fuck of your entire life, hoping he got the message.

You’re pretty certain he did, because the next morning you’re awoken by a heavy length pressed up against your ass. You’d both passed out in the (thankfully clean) spare second bed after running through the shower together for five minutes to clean up the sticky mess last night. The 4th championship celebration sex was definitely record breaking , Max murmurs into your ear playfully. But it’s not complete without the slow morning after sex. You’ll let me show you now, right schat?

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A/N: WAR IS OVER THE CHILDREN ARE OUT, BIRDS SINGING CAUSE MAX IS RIGHTFULLY 4 X WDC 😭😭😭 the way all the haters were silenced. Everyone’s trying ride his dick now including skysports I love to see it, as they should

Also guys 10 followers away from 2k?!? Wtaf 😳 I’m so sorry for the delayed post, thank you for being so patient. Work has been really busy this month but going on Xmas break in a couple weeks so will have more time to post!!!! Keep sending me ur saucy asks yall I love reading them <3

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cheerleaderman · 1 month ago

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It’s spirit week at Night Raven College and most of our students aren’t really feeling the spirit. So our headmage came up with the perfect idea to solve this problem.

What better way to lift up people spirits than CHEERLEADERS!

….Absolutely not

Well that’s too bad! as the headmage made it a requirement for the event. Even the staff have to do it so get on your cheer wear and cheer on your school mates as they face many challenges.

All classes of students respected year for example 1-A vs 1-B, will be going against each other throughout the week to earn points for your class. The winning classes with the most points will get a class trophy and party. A good party Crowley promises isn’t he so kind?

Rules:

Keep it PG , no Pro-ship etc

No AI

Anyone can participate! Cards, Ocs , Canon Characters, draws , fics , etc!

There is no deadline

Be sure to Tag me and use #CheerforNRC

any questions let me know

Outfits:

Of course everyone is required to put on their Cheer wear but there are also mascot for each dorm and the school.

Must use these colors the Colors Purple, Yellow, black and white

uniform can be changed around of course here are some examples.( others are allowed to use my designs for the characters here with credit)

All Canon Characters designs here ( you are allowed to make your own designs too!)

You can make up your own logo!

MASCOTS:

[ you guys have mainly creative freedom just making sure to include the requirements some have ]

Night Raven College- Night the Raven. | Heartslabyul - Rosie , a heart with a crown and rose |

Savannaclaw- King the lion, has a scar on their left eye | Octavinelle- Ms, Witch, an octopus with a shell necklace |

Scarabia- Jas the Snake | Pomefiore- Queen Apple, a beautiful apple with a crown

Ignihyde- Spottie the three headed dog | Diasomnia- malevolent the dragon

Ramshackle- Rammy the ghost, has a top hat with a bow like Grim’s

Card background:

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Cheerleading team: Roster

I hit the max limit for tags so they will be under the roster links

AJ and Asher - @karamatsuboy-aj

Yuuna - @satoukki

Willow | groovy - @prefectrose

Yurena Yurena’s card - @ranas-twisted-wonderland

Shuu - @oya-oya-okay

Saiyuu - @quzen

Yumi Groovy | Marina | Dione - @marinahavik

El (Yuuel ) - @stxrgazingattheclouds

Kyra - @angelwishess

Yuusha - @crystallizsch

Rose - @blood-red-hummingbee

Yuura - @azriel-sama

Kupid - @sheep-gone-wild

Shoyo - @shyx-prince

Hopper - @amatsuchan-eiliniel

Józefina - @offorestsongs

Beau- @hypn0sssss

Brannan - @bunniehunn

Yuhua - @distant-velleity

Paloma and Hydris - @mhedusard

Soul - @twistedplayer16

Isabella - @skibidibabygirl

Caspian | Yuuto - @twsted-void

Victoria - @saddixie

Peony - @sabrina4400

Jovelina ( Jovie) - @jovieinramshackle

Ink - @shinysparklesapphires

Emery - @andminnequin

Eirwen - @day-dr3aming

Yuyume and Yuuko - @anonymousplant

Yuubeni | Yuubeni’s Card - @bunniehunn

Daisy - @midnightmah07

Yulia - @chillygourami

Kanae - @beneathsakurashade

Joseph - @readsrandomstuff67

Constance - @theolivetree123

April - @applecherrytea

Elio | Groovy - @sunnysidesevenup

Mina - @twtysevapr

Vil and Eislyn - @4necdote

Yuknan - @babyghoul138

Artemisia - @moonyasnow

Eira - @kwaiipootatooo

Hagi - @clovenoko

Jewel - @jewelulu

Miyuu - @gingacat

Taru - @taruruchi

Alan - @alan-without-the-an

Deliah - @slumberingrose-fandom

Fanart:

Jamil putting his hair in a high ponytail | Event drawings - @/crystallizsch

LET’S GO 2-C! | Lucky Star Death Grip - Me(cheerleaderman)

Azul drawings | Event Drawings - @/oya-oya-okay

AJ’s failed flip - @/karamatsuboy-aj

Cool girls table - @/stxrgazingattheclouds

Azul has 2 hands - @/jovieinramshackle

Floyra matching - @/angelwishess

Kyra and Ace - @/lumdays

Jackrose | cool kids table - @/blood-red-hummingbee

2-A doodles- @/anonymousplant

Hagi doing her best - @/clovenoko

Yunde - @lumdays

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It's All Shit, Ted - Chapter 5

AFC Richmond faces off against Coventry City. Will this be the match that breaks their tie streak? Can Jamie prove he has what it takes to be one of eleven?

Hope you're ready for a bit of a long one ;)

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*Mild Emetophobia warning. Mildly graphic violence*

Word count: 2967

Today marks Jamie’s first match back with the team. In just a few hours they’ll be on the pitch facing off against Coventry City, a team that has been getting better every game while Richmond has been stuck on a streak of draws. The old Jamie would be strutting through the locker room boasting about how his return would surely be followed by win after win. Instead, he’s sat at his locker, scrolling aimlessly on his phone while the rest of the lads recount stories of their night and the plans that would follow today's match.

Jamie couldn’t help but notice that the only one not participating, besides himself, was Sam. Instead, Sam was fully focused on his phone, the frown on his face wouldn't have been noticeable on anyone else, but Sam almost always had a smile on his face, his frown was as obvious as a lighthouse in a storm. The only time Jamie had seen Sam upset was when he was antagonising him, but Jamie’s been trying to stay away from Sam, trying to give him space, so why was Sam so upset? He gets his answer a little while later when Sam blacks out the Dubai Air logo on his kit.

Sam always spoke highly of his father. There were so many stories he had shared and they were always told with a large grin etched on Sam’s face. As far as Jamie could tell the bond the two of them shared was deep and incredibly sacred. He had seen Sam’s phone ring once and watched as Dad popped up, a noticeable contrast to Jamie's contact for his own father, simply put down as “dad”, quotations and all.

Sam always answered within seconds with a cheerful greeting, he would briefly leave the room, and be back with a cheerful disposition and his trademark smile. Jamie couldn't help the jealousy that would take over his mind every time he heard Sam’s phone go off. It wasn’t Sam’s fault that James Tartt Sr. didn't have a loving bone in his body and regularly chose booze over his own son, but Jamie was a little too repressed to fully address the true cause of his jealousy. Instead, he chose to belittle the kid, Sam, who traveled 3,100 miles away from his home, and from his family to play for a team that Jamie treated like dirt under shoe. Jamie was no better than his father.

Sitting at his locker, watching Isaac tape over this kit and seeing Sam sticking up for himself, Jamie can’t help but feel the jealousy he once felt for Sam slip from his shoulders and be replaced with what he thinks is pride.

“Throw me the tape?” For once, Jamie's hands aren’t shaking as stands with the whole team staring at him and his breathing is steady. He isn’t unsure of his decision at all and his body seems to finally be on the same page.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Sam’s eyes are suspicious as they scan Jamie’s. You can’t blame the kid, he hasn’t earned anyone's trust yet, especially not Sam’s, but this is the first step in trying to earn their forgiveness and besides:

“We’re a team, ain't we? Gotta wear the same kit.” ______________________________________________________________

Their impromptu protest is received about as well as you would expect, but the tongue-lashing they're bound to get from Ms.Welton will have to wait until after Coventry City finishes with them. They were able to keep up for the first half of the match and it was looking like this would end with another draw. It was a completely different story in the second half, Coventry was playing like a team possessed; their tackles were aggressive and were aiming for injuries rather than taking possession. Almost all of Richmond's starters had taken a hit so far but Jamie’s most recent was the worst.

Having just received a pass from Dani, Jamie moved up the pitch, quick to dodge their opponents. The score had held steady at 1-0 for Coventry since their first goal. If they could just get one goal there wouldn't be enough time on the clock for Coventry to regain the advantage. Jamie’s view of the goal was blocked but to his left, he could see Sam was wide-open, he readied himself to pass off the ball when he felt a boot slam into his ankle.

Time seemed to move in slow motion. He felt himself fall forward onto the player who tackled him, their heads clashing together his feet left the ground. Jamie squeezed his eyes shut as he tumbled onto the grass, it felt like he slid face-first for miles. His ears were ringing and it felt like his brain was bouncing against his skull, but the game was still going, he had to get up. He felt a hand on his shoulder as he forced himself onto his knees, turning his head to face Isaac who was leaning down to look into his eyes.

“You alright bruv?” Jamie was lucky the ringing in his ears had mostly faded or he feared he wouldn't have been able to hear his captain. He forced himself to nod, despite the sharp pain it caused behind his eyes, and tried to reassure the team, who had now surrounded him. He looked over to the Coventry player he collided with, to see that the man, now surrounded by his own team, was still lying on the pitch.

“Yeah, he’s out mate,” Colin, now squatting down beside Jamie but looking at their opponents, said while patting Jamie’s other shoulder. “Honestly, the way you two hit, I’m surprised you’re not out cold too.” They watched as the medics headed over to him with a stretcher, one breaking away from the rest to come up to Jamie.

“Mr.Tartt, quite a hit you took there. Mind if I give you a quick once over?” She must be new, the kid didn’t look older than 20 and yet here she was trying to give Jamie medical attention.

“I’m alright, just rattled my head a bit.” The lie felt like ash in Jamie’s mouth but there were only a few minutes left in the match, and he needed to be on the pitch if they wanted a chance at a tie. “Just give me a sec to get on my feet and I’ll be good to get back to the game.” He watched as the medic furrowed her brows, he could see some of his teammates giving him similar looks.

“Are you sure? I wouldn’t be surprised if you have a pretty bad concussion.” Would she just drop it? He just got back on the team, he can’t be benched already.

“Nah, believe me, it’d take a much harder hit to give me a concussion. I’ve always had a thick skull.” He can remember every time his intelligence, or lack thereof, has been brought up. Whether it be by his father, schoolyard bullies, or his own teammates, they would always mention his skull being thick in some way. He was thankful for that when it came to football though, because it was, truly, very difficult to knock him out. But this, this was a bad hit and Jamie knows that he’ll be nursing this concussion for days, but he’ll be damned if he’s going to let one bad tackle ruin all that he’s worked for.

“If you’re sure,” She turned her head to see the Coventry player being taken off the pitch. “I guess I’ll let you boys get back to it, but I strongly urge you to get checked out before you head home Mr.Tartt.” He gave her a quick salute as she got back up and headed off. Isaac offered his hand to Jamie, who gladly took it, and hoisted him back up on his feet. He could see Lasso staring at him from the side of the pitch, his mustache curved downwards, but Jamie simply waved him off and moved back into position. They only had a few minutes left and he could easily ignore the pounding in his head until it was over, it’s not like he hasn’t played with a concussion before and it certainly won’t be the last. ______________________________________________________________

Their tie streak was over. Despite Coventry easing up on the rough tackles, they still managed to get past Zoreaux, and just like that, it was over. Coventry City winning with a final score of 2-0. The first game this season that didn’t end with a draw and of course, it ended with a humiliating loss.

As the team headed through the tunnels back to the Locker room, Jamie bringing up the rear, he felt his hands begin to shake again. This time the churning in his stomach was more pressing than the pressure on his chest, as the last of the team made their way into the locker room, he ducked into the boot room and shut the door behind him. Quickly locating the bin beside the door he dropped to his knees as he expelled his meager breakfast and whatever sports drink Will had prepared that day. His eyes stung with tears and he let out a sob as he heaved once again.

The nausea soon faded as his now empty stomach cramped slightly and he tried to focus on taking deep, steady breaths. Putting the bin down beside him and leaning moving over to sit on the bench, he scrubbed at his eyes with his sleeve. They lost. They fucking lost and it’s all his fault. Before he came back they were at least able to keep up with the other teams and manage to keep the scores tied. Jamie’s first game back and they fucking lose. He can’t go out there, he knows what'll happen when he leaves the safety of the boot room. Lasso will call him into the office and he’ll be fired.

God, Ted probably won’t even bring him into the office, he’ll fire him right there in front of the team. He can see their faces now, probably staring daggers into him while he packs his bag. What if he lets Nate do it? Nate won’t hold back, he heard about Nate's “pep talk” when the team faced off against Everton last season, he’ll destroy Jamie, he bet’s the lads will love watching him be torn to shreds.

The tears are pouring down his cheeks faster than he can scrub them away and his chest is heaving with silent sobs. He tilts his head to face the ceiling to try and force the tears back into their ducts but it only manages to stuff his nose and make it harder to breathe. As he lowers his head, a box of tissues comes into view, startling him. He tracks the box up to the arm holding it and finds Will looking at him with a heartbroken expression.

“I know it would be stupid to ask if you’re okay, but is there anything I can do to help?” Will moves to sit on the bench beside him. Jamie pulls a few tissues out of the box and tries to clean his face up as much as he can.

“No, I-” He clears his throat. “No, I’m okay Will. Sorry mate, just give me a second and I’ll get out of your way.” He watches Will frown slightly before shaking his head.

“No need to apologise Jamie. Take all the time you need.” Will’s smile is so genuine, that it causes Jamie's eyes to start watering again, not enough for the tears to fall but enough to give that familiar sting.

“Why are you so nice to me?” He doesn’t realise that he said that out loud until Will's brow raises in surprise. “Sorry, it’s just- I’m not a good person but you’ve been so nice to me since I came back and I don’t understand why.” Will thinks for a moment before he answers.

“I don’t think you’re a bad person.” Jamie scoffed but Will continued. “I only met you a week ago and so far you’ve given me no reason to dislike you. If anything you’ve actually been one of the nicest people I’ve met. Nobody pays attention to the Kit Man, it’s lonely, sure, but thats the job. At least it was until you came back, you always acknowledge me in some way, even if it's just a smile and a wave, it’s still something.”

“Don’t think everyone feels the same as you when it comes to a smile from me.” He lets out a sad chuckle and hangs his head.

“You mean Coach Nate?” That forces Jamies head back up as he looks at Will. “I sorta heard him going at you the other day. I heard from the others that you and him have your own history but it’s no excuse. He’s a coach now, he’s better than that.”

“Yeah, well I’ll just stay out of his way. Maybe it's out of his system now.” He gave the room a quick once over, grimacing at the bin by his feet. “Sorry again about tossing my guts into your trash”

“Not the first time someone's thrown up in here, it takes a while to get used to the smell. At least you managed to get it in the bin, it took me forever to get Colin's puke out of the laundry bag after his birthday.” The two can’t hold back their laughter as images of an extremely hungover Colin enter their mind.

Jamie lets himself catch his breath before he decides it’s time to face the music. He’s gonna miss Will when he’s gone but he’s a good kid, he’ll be okay.

“Hey Will, can I grab your number? Then maybe we could go do lunch or something?” Just that one sentence has Jamie’s heart beating faster. He should probably address his rejection issues at some point, but one thing at a time. Before he can let his panic take over Will’s face breaks out into a smile as he rushes to pull his phone out of his pocket. Jamie’s glad that Will was smart enough to realise Jamie’s phone was still in his cubby across the hall.

“Yeah! Put your number in and I’ll text you.” He didn't think it was possible for Will’s smile to get bigger but it does, the kid is practically bouncing out of his seat.

“Well, guess I better shower and listen to whatever speech Lasso’s got queued up.” Jamie stands and wipes his now dry cheeks for a final time. “Thanks, Will.” The Kit Man returns his smile and Jamie walks across the hall to his doom.

The glares he is expecting to greet him when he walks in are nowhere to be seen, instead, the team is surrounding the TV watching as Sam answers questions from the press regarding the protest. The coaches are still in the press room with Sam, delaying the dreaded conversation regarding the match. Despite that, he can’t help but smile as he listens to Sam on the TV, talking about his home with so much pride it causes Jamie to pull out his phone and find one of the groups fighting against Ceritihium Oil that Sam mentions. He ends up reading through their website while the team moves around him. Despite their loss, the team is still in high spirits and he hears Richard saying something about a case of beers he found in the lunch room.

Jamie is so focused on his phone he doesn't realise just how much he’s zoned out until there is an open beer being waved in front of his face. He looks up to see Isaac standing in front of him.

“Up yea get Bruv, we’re celebrating.” Isaac is as stone-faced as usual but Jamie can see the faintest smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“Uh, don’t know what game you were watching Captain, but we lost.” Jamie still takes the beer from Isaac's hands and draws out a sip as he stands.

“Broke the streak though.” They both look around the room to see nothing but happy faces on all the lad's faces. No one’s mad at him? Jamie feels a smile of his own tug at his lips and he can feel that familiar sting of tears in his eyes again, but forces them down as they all break out into cheers as Sam enters the room, followed by the coaches. Jamie pulls himself together and makes his way over to where the team is explaining the celebration like Isaac had done with Jamie.

“Oi!” The room is silent and staring at Jamie as he stands beside Sam. “A toast to Sam, who did something incredible tonight. The little Nigerian pick stole my thunder.” He can’t help himself from being just a bit of a prick, it pays off when the room bursts into laughter. “No, but seriously, to Sam.” They raise their drinks and cheers to their youngest player.

“Thank you guys!” Sam wraps him in a one-armed hug which Jamie gladly returns.

“Well done, Bruv.” This time Jamie speaks quietly, only meant for Sam's ears, an olive branch of sorts. He is rewarded by the Nigerian's contagious grin.

“I appreciate it.”

“Took a lot of courage Man.” Jamie pulls his hand back to squeeze Sam’s shoulder as he looks into his eyes, trying to apologise for all he’s done while the team celebrates around them.

“It's good to have you back.” Sam looks right back and nods. It doesn’t matter what happens now. Just seeing that look in Sam’s eyes makes the whole battle to get back worth it. Jamie will fight the world if it means keeping Sam happy.

“Yeah, it's good to be back Bruv.”

Authors Note: I'm still not sure if I'm going to add a romance aspect to this fic but would you guys rather Roy/Jamie or Sam/Jamie? I love them both equally haha.

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akihabara-division03 · 1 year ago

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ARB Birthday Special: Anika Kiyozaki

~ November 22nd ~

"A girl who is going to do big things cannot let small things get to her."

“A reflection on my life all these years isn't a bad idea. So… cheers to another year of being alive? I think? Heehee. Maybe I’m at the age where I should start lying about how old I really am?”

"On second thought, maybe this’ll be the year I stop thinking about things that happened so long ago, especially when I can’t do anything about them now. Lets leave the past behind! Lets look forward to the future and the things that’ll come my way!”

Voice Lines:

“Ok, look, so unlike last year, I was actually aware that my birthday was approaching. The days pass by so quickly when I get to see so many clients throughout the day, so I kinda forget my own birthday is a thing. But today! I planned to bring some desserts from a local cafe to give out to my coworkers and my clients I met today. But I was surprised this year again! The guys over at the clinic decorated the break room and my clients brought some goodies for me today! Man, I’m so grateful to have some of the sweetest clients ever!”

“You know, I used to think that the older I get, the less I’d look forward to my birthday. But I guess the older I get, the more it hits that I’m still alive all these years later. It could’ve been all over for me, what, like thirteen or fourteen years ago now? I guess I’m aging like a good glass of wine, huh?”

“Oh, hey, Shian! Care to explain why you’re in my office and sitting in my patients’ chair when I never let you in? Oh… hehe, thanks! Hm? A present for me? Oh, how sweet!”

“… You really handed me a mug that says ‘Back & Body Hurts…’ and it’s mimicking the ‘Bath & Body Works’ logo… Thanks, girl! It’s kinda funny, actually, This might just be my new favorite mug I have! Wha— how dare you call me interests ‘stupid’… I’m gonna pretend I didn’t just see you sign that—”

“Oh, Makina! What’s up, did you need something? Wait, hold on, you’re supposed to be at school! Oh my god, you gotta stop doing this… you’re gonna age me up another seventeen years… I swear to god, you take after teenage me too much. Oh, um… thanks…?”

“… Cute! I can see that it’s Baby Groot from the Marvel movies. I mean, he’s adorable— Baby Groot is always adorable, but… what is it? Ohhh that’s so cute! You know you could’ve waited to get home to give this to me, you did not need to play hooky… oh my fucking god, no!!”

Shian Lines:

“Oh, there you are. Finally. Look, the receptionists up front let me in. I guess being in the same team as the prized therapist that will be representing Akihabara gets you a few perks. Anyway, I just dropped by to tell wish you a ‘Happy Birthday’ in person. And to hand you your present.”

“A coffee aficionado like you needs more mugs to have around the house. And I remember you have this weird thing for stupid gag gifts. They’re weird, get over it. So a Happy Birthday to you, old lady.”

Makina Lines:

“Anika, you there? Hey. Oh, be quiet, it’s not like anyone’s gonna miss me at school so who cares if I disappear for a few hours. Dude, we’re not even related, don’t give me that ‘you take after me’ crap. And you sure you want me to leave? I got your present with me right here. I had to stop by for your birthday.”

“It’s just a phone stand. But it’s Baby Groot holding your phone for you. Yeah, yeah, I’m not just here for you. I was on my way to the new arcade that opened up in town. I promise when I win some new prizes you can have them as another birthday present.”

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nfluglychristmassweater · 1 year ago

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mi6014ikepearson · 2 years ago

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A PLAN OF ACTION - “IDEA GENERATION”

idea generation has always been my favourite part of any project - as it allows your mind to run wild and imagine the brief in an infinite multitude of ways that would all be fun to explore further.

for me, my overactive and over-anxious mind often conjures up quantity over quality - with a swarm of hundreds of small ideas that when all put down on paper tend to lend elements from each other into one final big picture.

as is the case with many of the modules before this: my mind went overboard and left me with too many ideas to keep track of - and after combining elements from one another to create what I perceive as the strongest outcomes, I was still left with too many ideas..

as such I have condensed this blog post to showcase my ten favourite approaches to this brief, currently - and hope that their inclusion will help illustrate my creative process; and potentially show some of the thinking behind the plot of my future final film.

to quote the Heineken brief

“This isn’t about creating a generic advert about ‘doing good’ for the world. It’s about using its products as a tool to bring people together to spark the change they want to see.”

FILM IDEA #1 - “CELEBRATING WITH YOU, NO MATTER THE OCCASSION”

a short sequence that focuses on the little victories across different walks of life:

after a long hard day at work, developing their project, a duo of science-students leave the lab, and crack open a bottle in their dorm - celebrating their progress in their field.

at a lively party we focus in on a woman in the corner who is crying; she looks up after being consoled on the shoulder, as her friend presents her with a drink, she smiles, and the two sit together, and talk - as the camera pans out; the audio muffles, to showcase that their business is their own.

after a rugby match, the two teams clink glasses together; mouths clearly reading “good game”, as they rest up after the competitive nature of strenuous activity

we focus in on a group of lads sitting down in their flat, with a few drinks - as the door opens at the dorm party, they cheer to the arrival of their friends from another flat, carrying in more bottles.

essentially the focus will be on people coming together, creating connections that have a positive effect that betters humanity:

whether collaborating on developing cures for disease, or meeting up with your pals; William Lawsons is there as a means for celebration~

FILM IDEA #2 - “DEVELOPED WITH SCIENCE JUST FOR YOU(TH)”

a film that follows a team of highly trained scientists as they develop the formula for the perfect whiskey; ending up with the titular blend

FILM IDEA #3 - “THE BEST WHISKEY IS NOT CRAFTED BUT FOUND”

whilst exploring the great Scottish fields; an explorer marks his greatest discovery yet..

FILM IDEA #4 - “OFFERING FRESHER VIEWS IN A CONSTANTLY EVOLVING WORLD”

a satire on the state of advertising - beginning with plenty of transitional animation; showcasing a very brand-safe and corporate style - only to be interrupted by the mascot, and his crew..

we open on a set, that comprises of a wooden table; set up with a bottle of the product, a glass, and a tray of ice

the film marker snaps; as the scene number is read - and the on screen action begins, with a man in an apron professionally making a drink; using slow-motion close-ups accompanied by smooth jazz to create a very surreal experience

this montage is interrupted as a bagpipe melody begins to be heard faintly in the background, becoming louder and louder, as an animated swarm of highlanders break through the “bullshit conventions” - attacking all the corporate elements on screen (statistics, vector graphics, skip buttons, etc.)

the leader charges the screen; promising to defend the viewer from an advertisement - as a spear impales him; comedically launching him off screen

the screen cross dissolves, as the product falls against the camera lens- with the logo placement boldly on screen, as the bagpipes fade and the screen cuts to static

FILM IDEA #5 - “AN INTERNAL DISCOVERY”

a man meditates in a stream, surrounded by nature to find that the true whiskey was within him all along

we open on a tranquil autumn path, surrounded by earthy tones of oranges, reds and yellows; panning through shots of serene nature, overgrown shrubs, bountiful blooms, all untouched by human hands

we continue through our array of forest shots - with artistic close-ups of bushes, orange flowers, the warm sunlight shining between the leaves of the trees

the camera pans past the trunk of a tree; as focus draws onto a singular red-headed man, sitting tranquil in a stream

as the water flows around him, he remains meditating, unmoved by the world around him - he is at inner piece.

we take more artistic shots of the man; sitting in the stream, with the water flowing around him, droplets down his shoulders, etc.

he opens his eyes: and looks ahead, envisioning a bottle of William Lawson’s Highlander Orange in front of him

the man’s eyes widen, as his jaw drops; tearing up, with a look of pure awe in the presence of this miracle

the man excitedly swims towards the bottle and frantically opens it, drinking the spirit that resides within, exclaiming enjoyment, as he leaves his meditation spot, puts his clothes on, and enters his orange car: the logo appears on screen, composited onto his licence plate

FILM IDEA #6 - “THE LEGENDARY BOTTLE IN THE LAKE” / “CORK IN THE STONE”

a medieval series of short ads inspired by the fictional Legends from Camelot, and beyond: with stories such as the lady of the lake, the sword in the stone, etc. all with a possibility of being represented.

I like this idea as it is very visual, and allows for the pre-existing William Lawson’s style of advertising to somewhat remain in tact through the thematic similarities.

FILM IDEA #7 - “THE BATTLE OF WILLIAM LAWSON’S”

an animated battle that depicts a fictitious medieval battle that occurred in Scotland, many years ago - and is now the site of the distillery.

narration opens the scene, as we focus on a crudely drawn green field

the narration describes the gorey details of a horrific battle, as extremely amateur cartoon depictions of highlanders fight off a swarm of robots to defend their homeland

they save the day and cheer, as one of the highlanders kisses his wife

we cut to live action, as we see a man playing with toys, at his station, at the brewery - playing make believe, as his coworker stares at him forcing the two toys to kiss in disgust

the worker bashfully turns back around, and begins looking busy by pretending to type on his computer, as the screen cross-blurs and the logo appears on screen

FILM IDEA #8 - “THE LAWSON’S LIFESTYLE”

a group of annoying American tourists are showed around the woods, by a Scottish highlander, who is constantly irritated by them, after a long day he sits around the campfire and opens a bottle of William Lawson’s; which intrigues the tourists, as they drink they embody the Lawson’s spirit and become his brothers and sisters in kilts, sitting and enjoying whiskey around a campfire

FILM IDEA #9 - “THE WILD WORD OF WILLIAM LAWSON’S”

the ad takes a documentary-esque form; as we observe short snippets of the day-to-day lives of different types of whiskey drinkers in an Attenborough style voice-over

the film would showcase the different sorts of whiskey drinkers that the world has to offer: such as the illusive clean and distinguished bond type gentleman, who sips on his glass elegantly, the rugged cowboy; who slurps down whiskey, and gets it stuck in his moustache - he has evolved to wear a hat, which he has developed for protecting himself from the harsh sun and allowing his body to consume more whiskey without worries of dehydration, etc.

the point of the film is to treat drinking culture like the joke it is; and showcase how these perceived different ‘types’ of whiskey drinkers are all united in their goal, and yet are so different - and as such: much like a liquid itself, whiskey drinkers take many shapes and forms - and anyone can be one: including potentially yourself!~

FILM IDEA #10 - “MAGIC INSIDE A BOTTLE”

a fun animated advertisment that shows a bottle crack; as fun experimental imagery flies from the confines of the bottle - with the magic inside this bottle clearly unable to be fully contained

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Okey but like imagine billy being bestie with the chubby latina, like at first they hate each other but one day billy got to drunk to fight in a party and he gets knock out and the reader feels bad and helps him. Then later on they help each other and they find out that their mom/dad hits them and they have this trauma bond???💓Angst😩💓

And they love each other but in a platonic way + max also loving the reader like a big sister...

Can you make a little story pls, i just love the way you write😭💓

EYRHDJEI I GOT YOUUUU We love it when we get to bond with our friends through trauma 😩 AND THANK YOU!! Also I have a story that is almost similar like this. If you want to check it out, here you go

Also, it didn't end up being a small story 😭

Bonding [Billy Hargrove]

Billy Hargrove x Platonic! Fem! Chubby/Plus-Size! Reader

Warning: Talks about parents being abusive, abuse, fighting, blood, drinking(alcohol), throwing up, treating wonds, and Billy being a bit out of character.

You hate Billy Hargrove with all your guts. He's annoying and a man whore. Just by one look at him, you knew you'd hate him. He smokes wherever he wants and in class too. Teachers fear him because he once yelled and threatened a teacher in one of his classes. So telling on Billy is a no in the list or else you are getting your ass kicked.

Billy hated you too. He'd give you glares that pisswd you off. He'd whisper something about you to a girl and she'd laugh at the comment he made about you.

Billy has every girl on his side. How are they so blind? He'll end up sleeping with one of them and then leaving them. So stupid.

He's been at every party you've gone to. You can't even enjoy a party with your friends without them drooling all over him.

It was always him chugging down some beer, talking to a girl that is clearly taken, then fighting, winning the fight, and taking the girl to some place to fuck her. That was it. The rumor would go around on who he fucked and where he fucked them. The guy was proud.

But today, it seems it wasn't his luck.

You were enjoying your lovely drink while your friends were chit chatting when all of a sudden a guy yelled, "There is a fight!" And everyone ran outside, even you. Well, your friends dragged you. Billy was fighting with some guy who was in a different school basketball team. You knew because he had a jacket on that represented his school colors and logos.

Billy couldn't even stand still without tripping. He mostly was the one that got all the punches. At the end, Billy lost and passed out on the floor. Everyone cheered and some booed. Everyone leaves and goes back to whatever the hell they were doing and leaves Billy on the dirty floor. You looked down at him and felt bad.

Now, why were you feeling bad. You were puzzled at this. You saw his chest rise up and down gently as blood was coming out of his nose down to his bloody lip. You bit your own lip and looked away.

A. You could walk away and pretend like you never sa whim

B. Be a decent human being and help a passed out guy.

You looked around to see if anyone would help him. Seems you went with plan B.

But no one looked at your direction. You bit your lip and backed away a little, leaning on a tree. You waited and waited for someone to pick up the bloody knocked out guy, but no one approached. You wated to see if anyone of his so called "friends" would help him

As predicated, no one came. You groan and put your drink in the trash bags that were left outside. You walked up to Billy and crouched beside him.

"Hey." You called and no response. You bit the inside of your mouth and your older sisterly instinct kicked in. You start to gently shake him to see if he responds or does something. He groaned, which was a good sign. You turned and saw some guys looking at you, but they immediately looked away. You rolled your eyes and murmured, "At least help assholes." You made Billy sit up and made him lean on the trash bags. "Hey, Billy?"

"What?" Was all he could manage to let out. He slowly opens his eyes and grins as he sees you. "Oh, it's you. What brings you-" He gagged.

And before you knew it, he threw up.

Thankfully, he didn't get it on himself or you. You tried to make him get up once he was done puking. "Come on Hargrove, we have to go."

"The party hasn't ended." He says and trips, making you almost fall with him. You made him stand up straight again and lead him to your car. "It is over after that fight you lost." You say and open the car. He goes inside and closes the door. You hurried to your side and grabbed your keys. You turned on the car and made Billy put on his seatbelt. You put yours on too and drive to a Gas station.

You couldn't go home. Your Mom was there and you didn't want her to argue with you again. You didn't know where Billy lived and he looked like shit. So the Gas station was the only option. You park the car and say, "I'll be back. Don't do some stupid shit." You say and leave. You hurriedly look for water, pain killers, a first aid kit, and some snacks for you to calm yourself down. The line wasn't long, but other people had a shit ton of stuff with them and the cashier was talking to some guy. You rolled your eyes and looked outside to see, but you couldn't even see your car because some chips were blocking it.

It was soon your turn and the guy scanned your stuff. You were extremely inpatient because the guy took about 40 seconds to scan an item. "So, what brings you here?"

"To buy shit." You harshly say. He got the message and didn't ask anymore questions. You paid and grabbed your belongings that were in a plastic bag. You hurried outside and walked to your car to hear music playing from it. You opened the car and the music was much louder.

"This song is good!" Billy yells and you get in. You lower the music. Billy must have gone through your cassette tapes and found your mix. It was mostly Spanish rock songs. The one that was playing was Oye Mi Amor by Maná(let's say it came out in the 80s).

You turned on the lights in your car and said, "Billy, Look at me." You say and he gives you a puzzled look. "Why?"

"You literally have blood dripping down your nose and probably have a scar somewhere." You say as you grabbed water and washed your hands outside. You closed the door behind you and grabbed the first aid kit. "Grab some water in there and take the pill." You say and Billy looks through the bag. He grabs the small box that had a pill in it and the water.

Billy stood still as you cleaned him up. He had a split lip and the nosebleed stopped eventually.

"You're at every party." Billy says. He must be sober after that throw up that happened and with the pills helping. "Yeah. I don't like being home." You say while still concentrating.

"How come?"

"Family problems. Mom is always being a bitch while dad is always drunk and beating me or my siblings." You say and then chuckle.

"I honestly don't know why hes still with dad..." You say as yiu three the dirty bloody alcohol wipes in a trash bag. It was quite, and you cringed at what you had said. "Sorry. Too much information." You say and check how his split lip is.

"Ema told me you hate me." He says and smiles a bit. "Of course she did. She tells everyone whatever the fuck I do." You say. Ema is your friend, not your best friend. She started to change after she got with some popular boy and basically treated you like shit because of your weight.

You didn't care and hung out with your other friends. Ema soon started to change a bit after her boyfriend started to push her away whenever she clinged on to him. But you couldn't see her as someone you'd tell your secrets to. You couldn't see as a friend that youd tell her about how your parents basically fight all day and your dad beats you up if you don't do something right. She would have told the whole school.

"Why does your dad hit you?" Billy asks. You looked at his blue eyes and sigh. You sit back on your seat and sink in it.

"Because he hates me. He thinks I'm a disappointment for no reason. I'm guessing its that I look a lot like my mom…" You say and throw away the cotton balls that were on the car. "How about you? How come you are at every party?"

Billy wouldn't exactly say that it was because of his dad. That he and his dad got into fist fights. So, he says, "Same as you." You nod and go through the bag. You pulled out a pack of cookies and ate one. "So you also have family problems?"

"You could say." He says as he sits back and looks up at the car ceiling. "Having drunk parents is shitty." You say. "But here we are, drinking and partying…" You murmured.

You grabbed your purse as you walked past your arguing parents. They were arguing in Spanish and they'd bring in some English words, but mostly Spanish. Your dad was extremely drunk while your mother was furious at him for it.

"¡Tienes que parar de tomar, Antonio!" She yelled and he shook his head. "Tú no me tienes que decir nada mujer. ¡Yo mando en esta casa!" Your mom laughs sarcastically and claps. Your dad saw you and yelled your name. "[Name]! ¿Para donde vas?"

"Una Fiesta."

"Siempre con tus putas Fiestas." He says and then throws the bottle at the wall, startling you.

"What the hell is your problem!" You yelled as you looked at the broken glass.

Your mom yelled at him for throwing the bottle but he walked past her and went towards you. "No me hable así mal creada." He cups your face with one hand. "Eres una decepción [Nonmbre] [último]."

You remember what happened. You were surprised he didn't hit you. You'd guess he didn't want people to see the slap mark on your cheek and have someone call the police on him.

You bite your lip and say, "How's Max?" You ask. "How do you know about that little shit head?"

"I know some kids who hang out with her." You said and smiled as you remembered the group of kids. Mike, Will, Lucas and Dustin. You knew them because you used to be friends with Nancy during your freshman year. You'd be in the basement with them and see them play DnD while Nancy was busy with a phone call with Steve.

They still talk to you and tell you about any news they have. And Max was one of them. Dustin and Lucas have a crush on her and that her nickname is 'Mad Max'

"She's alright." You nod and turn in the car, startling Billy. "I can take you home." You say. "I can't take you to mine because mine is as shitty as yours." Billy couldn't help but chuckle at your comment.

"How come you hate me so much?" He asked. "You are a man whore, don't respect teachers, always get into fights, and you are a complete asshole." You say as you drive. "Well, I think you are an asshole for saying all that shit. But I don't give a fuck." He said and you laughed.

"I know that."

The car ride was you talking. You told Billy what all went down in your family.

Your mom and dad got married, thinking they were in love. They had you and it was all good so far. Your twin sisters were born and it started to go downhill after that.

Your dad lost his job, your mom is a stay at home wife, you just started 8th grade while your sisters were in 1st grade. Your dad started to drink and get into arguments with your mom a lot. You once defended your mom because your dad wouldn't stop hitting her and he suddenly just started saying stuff to you.

It was swear words, being called a disappointment, whore, and how he wanted a boy, not a girl. He then hit you with his belt and your mom was begging him to stop. After your dad calmed down, your mom yelled at you because of what you did. She even slapped you across the face for it. "You think I'm weak or something!" She yelled and told you to go to your room. You hurried to your sister's room and calmed them down because they were crying.

As you grew, you were mostly the one responsible for taking care of your sisters. You made them lunch, took them to school, bought groceries from some money you stole for your mom and dad, and cleaned.

Billy was listening to you the whole time. Once you stopped talking, you then chuckled and said, "What about you? What's your story?"

Billy looked outside the window and started to talk. His mom died when he was still a kid, his dad went drinking as a coping way to forget about him and his mom. Then, his dad met someone else, too quick for Billy's liking, and he met Max.

They still lived in California and visited Max from time to time. His dad would be out on his dates while he took care of Max. But his dad always came home drunk. He'd argue with him about some random shit that Billy couldn't even understand.

Billy grows and he starts to drink. He'd be out partying and doing whatever the fuck he wanted. He wanted to be far from home where he didn't have to fight his dad all the time. As soon as it was morning, he went to school, after school he went with his friends, then at 2 am he'd be home asleep.

That's when his dad and his new girlfriend decided to move in together and move to Hawkins. And that was his last straw.

You stopped the car near his house and turned it off. "Well, obviously, we both have shitty homes." You say and he chuckles. He was comfortable that you didn't feel pity for him. "But if your dad beats you up, just call me and I'll treat your beatings and help you. You and your sister." You say as you grab random people that were in your car, a pen, and write your number. You hand it out to him and he holds it.

"Ya, para fuera. I need to check up on two troublesome twins." You say you should point outside. Billy grins and walks out.

You met Max while you were shopping for groceries. You decided to make some enchiladas because your sisters have been begging you to make them some.

You, begging an amazing sister, gave in and went to buy the ingredients you needed. You walked around the fridge area when you saw the bucket of ice cream. You haven't had ice cream in what felt like ears. You opened it, grabbed the vanilla ice cream, and placed it on your cart.

"Let's get ice cream."

"Max, We just came here for some beer and eggs." You turned and saw Billy. Billy looks towards you and then grins. "Come on! Just this once and I won't ask for anything."

"What the hell did I tell you Max?"

"I'll give you some." You say as you walk towards them. Max gives you a puzzled look. She's never seen you before and thought it was weird you just told her that. "I bought a whole bucket and I'm sure my sisters will not finish this." Max looks over at Billy and he nods. "I know her. She's a friend." Max smiles and looks over at you, "When can I grab some?"

"Well, you can come to a park that is near where I live. Me and my sisters go there to eat." You say and she nods. "Can we go today?" She asked. Billy raised a brow when Max said 'we'.

"Today! At 3:30 if you can. I'm making dinner too." You say and Max looks in your cart. "What are you making?"

"Some enchiladas." You say as you start to walk and Max follows. Billy outs the beer and eggs in your cart and follows you two.

Max and you basically talked as you looked for what you needed. You two talked about music, arcade games, and about fashion. "How do you do your makeup?" She asked as she looked at your face. You had mascara and perfect eyeliner. You also had the perfect shade of lip liner with lip gloss on it. "Oh, well, I really practiced. Mostly my friends taught me how to."

Max nods and looks down at her shoes. The only really close girl friend she has is El, but El knows nothing about makeup too. Max would like to wear makeup too one day and feel pretty. "I can teach you one day." You say as you gave her a smile. You noticed that she looked sad. She probably didn't know much about makeup and she was at that age where girls want to experiment on stuff. You also knew, from what Billy said, that her mom was rarely home and she had no girl friends. She basically had no female role model.

And you wanted to change that.

"Really?" She looks up at you and you nod. "Of course. We just need to meet each other when we are free and we can give to the Mall to get you some new makeup." She giggled and nodded. "That sounds like a good idea."

"Let's go Max." Billy says and you roll your eyes. "Ugh, what an annoying brother you have Max." You say and she smiled. "You're Not wrong." She whispered and grabbed the eggs. Billy grabbed the beer and said, "Am I invited as well?"

"To what?"

"To eat dinner at the park."

"Yes you are. Just bring a thing." You say and he nods.

You did as promised to Max and went to the mall.

Billy told Max to be careful and to be home before mom and dad got home.

She simply nods and goes to your car.

You let her pick whatever songs she might like. The car ride was a little awkward. You two only talked a lot when she went to the park.

When you got to the mall, you two went straight for the makeup stores.

Max loved everything she saw. She loved the colors and how beautiful they looked.

You absolutely loved how she reacted when she saw the makeup.

Her eyes did widen and say how stupid the prices were for some little makeup. 'That's just how makeup is Max.' You told her and she put the makeup back where it was.

You started small. A small makeup palette with 6 shades, light lipstick, and maskera.

Max asked about the foundation, but you said it was too soon. "Plus, I absolutely adore your freckles. Show them off girl."

After buying her everything (which you also got her a small makeup bag), you two decide to buy some food.

You two went to buy something small, like corn dogs with a small soda. You needed space for when you made food at home.

As you two walked, Max grabbed your arm and pointed at a store. It was a photobooth. "We have to take pictures! Please!"

You gave in and took two pictures, which turned into 4, 8, 10, and 12. They were you two just goofing around with outfits.

Max needed as many pictures as possible. She wanted her wall full of amazing moments so she looked at them whenever she felt down and smiled at them.

As she looked through the pictures in the car ride, she held one up. You looked at it at a red light and smiled. "I'm keeping at least 2." You say and she holds out two.

When Max got home, she anxiously walked up to Billy and he raised a brow. "What the hell do you want Max?"

"[Name] wants to come in. Can she?" Billy looked at the clock and saw it was still very early. He sighs and nods. Max smiles and hurries outside, yells your name and you are sponsored at the front door.

"Sup." You say and Billy waves. He goes back to working out while you and Max were in her room.

"Do you have a crush on Billy?" She asked as she looked at the makeup palette. "Oh no! God no!" You cringed at the thought of it. "Then who?"

"Well, at the moment. It's no one really." You say and Max points are the color she wants.

You did her makeup and taught her how to do it herself on one side. She did get frustrated, but you told her it's fine. "We learn from the mistakes we make and try things differently." And Max nods.

"You're cool. Lucas told me about you." She says.

You smiled and said, "Me? That's a surprise. What are you and Lucas?"

"What do you mean?" She asked and you grin. "You know what I mean?"

"Ew no! We just met! Plus, he's a total loser." She says and you smile. "Mhm. Sure "

It was soon time for you to leave. Max thanked you and you nod. Billy and you talked. You told him about you and Max's adventure at the mall and he listened. He did ask if she behaved well and you'd always assure him she did.

"I'm just making sure. I don't want her bothering you."

"And she never will. I love her if she were my own sister."

He chuckled and nods. You turned around at the car and Billy notices a purple bruise on your arm. "The hell you get that from?" He asked, standing up straight. "Dad hit my arm. Nothing big. He always does this shit." You whispered, not wanting Max to hear. Billy just nods and looks behind him, checking if Max was there. But Max 's room started to play music.

"I'll see you later. Bye Billy." You say and walked to your car.

You didn't know what to do or where to go. You had a split lip and possibly a purple eye.

Your dad got into an argument with you. This time, it was because of how you only care about yourself.

"You are so fucking selfish." Your dad says as he looks at the TV. You just got home from working. "What?" You asked if you placed the grocery bag down. "You always think of yourself and not us. Where is my money?"

"What fucking money?

"Don't talk to me like that!" He yells and slams the beer bottle down on the table. You finally had enough and grabbed the broken glass on the floor. You threw it in his direction, missing on purpose. "I'm tired of you! I'm tired of mom! I'm done with your bullshit!" He stands still and his eyes widen with anger.

"I work! You don't! And mom doesn't either! She fucking borrows money! She never even gives it back! I'm so embarrassed to even be seen around you two! I'm the one who cleans, cooks, and takes care of the twins! I work too! All you do is get drunk and shit-" a sudden sharp pain was pressed on your cheek. It wasn't a slap, that you knew. It was a punch.

He kept yelling at you so many words as he cornered you. He gave you one last punch, this time hitting you near your eye.

Your mom walked out of the room and saw the situation. But she just stood there. She didn't walk up to you or help you. You knew she was scared of him. But she couldn't even protect her own daughter.

Your dad backs away as he pants. He sees your nose start to bleed. He simply walks to the fridge and grabs a beer. You grabbed your purse with your car keys and ran outside.

You drive to Billy's place as tears blurred your vision. You safely parked in front of his house and saw his dad's car wasn't there.

Max decided to put on a movie to watch with Billy. Scenes Billy didn't have any party to go to, he was put once again to babysit Max.

Billy heard a car, making Max hurry to the TV and turn it off. She runs to her room and slams the door behind her. Billy looks at the door and hears knocking. He walks up to the door and opens it.

"What the fuck happened to you!"

"Please, let me stay here for a few hours. Please." Billy bit his lip. Max screamed as she saw you and hurried to the bathroom. Billy brings you in and locks the door, closes the curtains, and turns the lights off from the living room and kitchen. He brought you into his room and you looked around. Smelled like cigarettes with cheap clones all around. You'd be pinching your nose from the smell, but it would hurt.

Max hurried in with the first aid kit and went to her room, knowing that you probably didn't want her to see.

While Billy cleaned you(the best he could become he was shaking. He didn't want to hurt you), you told him everything. How you've had enough and simply wanted to feel at peace, not worry and not get into arguments that end up with punches. Billy didn't know what to do. He didn't know what to do with you as he saw tears slide down your cheeks as he threw away the bloody cotton balls.

You luckily didn't have a black eye. But you did have a bruise on your cheek. You looked at the split lip and sigh. "I'm sorry." You say.

"Oh, shut up [Name]." Billy says. Just lay down on the damn bed and get some fucking rest. That's what you need [Name]." He says and goes to the kitchen. He looks through the cabinet of pills and grabs a glass, fills it with water and goes back. He sees you laying on the bed, quietly sobbing as you fidget with his bed sheets. "Take these." He says as he holds the pills. You sit up, take them and drink the glass of water down.

Billy sits on the edge of the bed and looks at you. "Thank you." You say. "Thank you for helping me and for making me forget about such a shitty day I had today. I don't know, it's like when I'm with my sisters, or with Max or even with you, all my worries wash away." You rant. And Billy listens.

You wanted to say how much you loved him for what he's done and you see him as a brother too. But you'll get nothing from Billy. But Billy knew already. He cared and loved you too. He had to take you in for the night. Thankfully, his parents were out and would probably be home at 6 am.

"Move over dumbass." You move a little to the side, giving Billy some room. You stayed there, looking at whatever you could till you fell asleep. Billy sighs and closes his eyes, feeling tired after the shock you gave him. Max walks in and smiles. She turns off the lights and closes the door. She goes to her own room and falls asleep.

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santoteez · 2 years ago

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Kinktober 2022 - Day One

Genre: Smut

Idol: Vernon of SEVENTEEN

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: Semi-public, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, quickie, College!AU, BasketballPlayer!Vernon, Cheerleader!Reader

Y/N climbed out of her driver's seat, duffel bag slung over her shoulder. She pried the university doors open, peering down the halls.

“Where the fuck am I supposed to go?” She whispered to herself. It was the first game of the season, and this was the first time they were up against this school in their own court, so Y/N wasn’t familiar with the building. She sighed as she looked down the empty halls once again. She was about to text the coach when she heard a toilet flush as a door swung open across the hall.

“Anya, thank God,” Y/N said, “I’ve been standing here for like 10 minutes.”

“Hey, girl! Locker room is this way. You would think they would have a security guard at the door to direct the visitors.” The raven-haired girl said, leading Y/N down the hall to a red metal door.

“The door only opens with school IDs, so someone has to let us back in if we have to pee,” Anya said, the banging echoing throughout the building.

Some shuffling was heard, and the door swung open, revealing a half-dressed cheerleader.

“Thanks, Deeana,” Anya said, letting Y/N in first.

“No problem, hey Y/N!” She stretched her arms out.

“Hey, D. I didn’t see you on campus today.” Y/N embraced the shorter girl.

“You can chat later, ladies. Y/N, let’s get in uniform.” The coach called out from around the corner.

Deeana rolled her eyes, gesturing a gun against her temples before pulling the imaginary trigger. “Let’s catch up later, Y/N.”

Finding a free bench, Y/N set her bag down, removing her sweater and leggings. Pulling her uniform out of her back, she switched into her sports bra and Spanx. Finally, she slid the platinum silver and icy blue top, complete with the Harlequin University Diamonds logo, and pleated skirt over her thick curves. Putting her hair in a half-up/half-down style with a blue and silver bow, she fished out her makeup pouch from her duffel. She kept it light, not in the mood to argue with coach about how her shimmery eyeshadow completed the look.

“Alright girls, huddle up. Coach said. “This is the first game of the season, but you know what you have to do. Let’s show them that the Diamonds are a force to be reckoned with! Make me proud!” She shouted, smiling when cheers and pom poms were heard throughout the room. They all poured out of the locker room, with Coach strategically placing a door stopper to ensure they could re-enter the room.

Cheers from the crowd could be heard as the girls made their way to the sidelines, with a couple being for Y/N and Anya specifically. The two best friends were co-captains of the team and the only juniors, whereas the other girls were all sophomores.

They watched as the home basketball team emerged from the locker room, their cheer team shouting words of encouragement.

“Cocky, aren’t they?” Deeana said as she watched one of the players from the other team winked at her.

“Just ignore them, don’t react,” Y/N whispered.

“C’mon y’all, here comes our team!” Anya shouted.

“Okay girls, you ready?” Y/N asked, smiling when she heard the collective “YEAH!”

As soon as the players stepped foot on the court, the cheer began:

Damn, it’s cold in here!

Must be that ice in the atmosphere!

Diamonds shining bright

Let’s go boys

Let’s take that win back home tonight!

The cheerleaders quieted down as the crowd continued the cheer.

Anya nudged Y/N. “Here comes lover boy.”

Y/N looked up as she locked eyes with her chestnut-haired boyfriend, Vernon. The couple started dating not too long after school started freshman year. Since then, Vernon had worked his way to team captain, with his best friend Wonwoo as his co-captain.

He winked at Y/N as he took a seat on the bench, leaning over to talk to Wonwoo.

Y/N laughed to herself as she heard the girls in the crowd fawn over her boyfriend. Girls all over campus would die for his attention, but it was no use in hoping. He only had eyes for Y/N.

The girls huddled up again as both teams headed to the locker rooms for halftime.

“Okay, ladies. This school does things a little differently. They choose their halftime performers based on which side of the gym makes the most noise. I know we aren’t used to doing full routines in a gym that isn’t ours, so if we get chosen, Y/N, Anya, and Deeana are our performers. You’re performing your unit routine, got it?” Coach said.

“It’s halftime, folks,” The announcer’s voice blared through the speakers. “It’s time to choose your halftime performers!”

After a screaming match, the announcer declared that the Harlequin Jewels would perform a halftime routine. The three girls made their way to the center of the court, ignoring the shouts of “what about the other girls?” from the opposite side.

The sounds of ‘Conceited’ by Flo Milli filled the court. The three girls performed their routine which was full of powerful, captivating moves and even double the hair flips. The entire court cheered at the end and out of the corner of her eye, Y/N saw Vernon heading back to the locker room he obviously snuck out of. She smiled in his direction, knowing he made it his mission to watch the routines every time, even if the coach got on his case about leaving the locker room.

The second half started shortly after the routine, the Harlequin Diamonds were in the lead by just a few points and were on the offense.

The hoop is open,

The net is hot,

Harlequin Diamonds

Make that shot!

The crowd roared as Vernon zoomed down the court, scoring three points. Promptly, the girls stomped as hard as they could:

Great job Vernon,

Super well done,

Come on, Diamonds

Score another one!

The game ended on time, and the Diamonds won 77-70. The girls piled into the locker room once again, taking turns using the shower stalls before changing into their post-game outfits.

The last of them had just gotten out of the shower when Anya shouted “Guys, Wonwoo said the team is going to a diner nearby to celebrate and they want us there!”

The girls cheered, excited at the chance to talk to the guys on the team.

Anya nudged Y/N. “You’re coming too, right? Don’t tell me you and Vernon have other plans.” She quipped an eyebrow.

“No other plans that I know of, so I guess we’re going.” She shrugged.

One of the girls scoffed. “Must be nice.”

“Yeah Y/N, you guys were made for each other.”

“They’re gonna get married!”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “I think you guys are skipping a few chapters. Let me get a degree first and I’ll think about it, okay?”

The room began to empty as the girls made their way out of the building to get to the diner.

“Come on, Y/N! We’re heading out!” Anya shouted.

“I know! I’m coming!”

“Hurry up before we leave you!” Anya walked off, the door shutting behind her. Y/N shoved her belongings into her bag hastily, zipping it up and slinging it over her shoulder. She had an arm out, ready to push the door open when she was suddenly yanked to the emergency stairwell.

She shouted and flailed until she was spun around and her eyes met those of her boyfriend.

“Jesus, Vernon!” She smacked his arm.

“Did I scare you?” He asked, laughing.

“What do you think?” She glared.

“Aww, baby. I’m sorry.” He pouted.

“No, you’re not.”

“I mean…A little?” He laughed as Y/N hit him again.

She turned around to leave when he grabbed her hand. “Hold on.”

“Now what?”

“Shhh.”

They watched as the cheer coach walked through the locker room before exiting.

“Is that what you wanted? She’s gone.”

Vernon hummed, pulling her closer. “I have wanted you all night. Can you blame me for wanting a moment alone?”

“What about dinner? We’re the captains, they’re gonna notice we’re not there.” She asked, breath hitching as Vernon peppered kisses along her neck.

“Our co-captains are there. I’d say we have about 15 minutes before anyone notices we’re not there.”

“Oh?” She tilted her head. “And you think you can make me cum in that time?”

Vernon smiled, biting his lip. “Give me 10, baby.”

His lips met hers while his hands wrapped around her waist. His hair tickled her forehead, still wet from the shower he just took.

“Come on, let’s go to the bench.” He said, his voice already huskier than usual.

“What? What if someone comes back?”

“This isn’t our school. None of them have access to the doors from the outside.”

“Okay, what if someone from this school comes in?”

“They won’t. They gave us the locker room for the night. Plus, they lost. I doubt they’re still lingering around.” He said, opening the door and pulling her through the threshold. “Come on, we’re on a timer.”

Chaste kisses were shared as clothing was discarded in haste. Y/N ran her hand through Vernon’s damp locks, his thick cock prodding at her entrance eliciting sharp gasps from both mouths.

“Is this what you wanted, baby? Your pretty girlfriend bouncing on top of you in the middle of the locker room?”

“Hmm, I always want you bouncing on top of me. Anywhere I can get you.” He wrapped his arms around her bare back, pulling her closer. “Watching you dance across the court makes it hard not to imagine being deep inside this pretty pussy.”

“That mouth,” Y/N tsked. “So filthy.”

“You love it when I talk to you like this.” Vernon looked up at her, his eyes two amber pools full of the love he felt for her.

He leaned back to lay against the bench, allowing Y/N to anchor herself with her hands flat on his chest as she kept a steady pace. She gasped as she felt the veins along his shaft graze her walls, his girth stretching her out deliciously. Y/N threw her head back, her heart threatening to leap out of her chest.

Vernon chuckled as she whimpered when the tip of his cock hit that spot deep inside that made silence an impossible feat. “I think being in public turns my baby on. Hm? Am I right? Are you getting off at the idea of someone knocking on that door?”

Y/N smirked. “Maybe.”

“Or maybe we should get caught. Let all those losers on the other team watch how I fuck you. Show them that your dance routines are the farthest they’ll get with you.”

“Is that jealousy I hear?” Y/N asked between heavy pants, her pace faltering.

“Maybe. Should I be jealous?” Vernon reached around her middle, tightening his grip.

“You tell me. Does it feel like you should?” She asked, her wet cunt tightening around his length, signs of her impending orgasm.

Vernon shook her head softly, before planting his feet firmly on the ground and thrusting his hips suddenly. “Thought so.”

Y/N fell forward, the sudden change in pace leaving her winded. She balanced herself on her elbows, their faces inches apart. “Vernon…” She said, breathless.

“I know, baby. Me too.” He returned her tone, planting a sloppy kiss upon her lips. “Do you need me to help you?”

She nodded frantically, the proximity of her orgasm making her delirious.

Vernon moved one of his arms from her waist and slid it between their bodies, his calloused fingers dutifully rubbing circles on her clit. “That’s it, baby. Just cum for me.”

Giving into pleasure, Y/N collapsed onto his chest, whimpers and trembling thighs left as remnants of her climax.

“Just hang in there for a little while longer, baby.” Vernon took a quick glance at his watch. “I’m almost there.”

Y/N squirmed slightly, overstimulated as her boyfriend approached his own orgasm. She let out a silent prayer when his hips suddenly stilled and he gasped.

“Hmm, I love you.” He said, his hands rubbing firm circles on her hips.

“I love you too, but we really need to get out of here,” Y/N said, groaning as she removed herself from his length.

“Relax, baby. After all, we still have time.” Vernon gestured at the clock.

Y/N turned back to Vernon, who was calmly getting dressed. “9 minutes? How did I cum so quick?” She asked, mouth agape.

“I don’t know, man. I guess I’m just that good.” Vernon shrugged, laughing when Y/N’s palm collided with his broad shoulder. “C’mon, let’s go eat.”

Vernon parked Y/N’s car in the diner lot before the couple headed in, hand in hand.

“Our star player and head cheerleader, fashionably late as always!” Wonwoo shouted and cheers erupted from the nearby tables. Wonwoo left Anya’s side momentarily to hand Vernon a drink. Y/N took the opportunity to slide into his seat.

Anya checked the time. “You’re 25 minutes late.”

“I can count, Anya.”

“Campus is a 5-minute drive away.” She continued, making the calculations in her head. “Hmm. Couldn’t wait until we got back to the dorms, huh?”

Y/N groaned. “Of course you would notice.”

“How could I not? You took an extra 20 minutes to get here.” She shook her head. “The lack of decorum.”

Y/N scoffed. “Like you wouldn’t do it if Wonwoo had the same idea?”

Anya glanced at her friend, taking a sip of her drink in response.

Y/N laughed, looking across the room at her boyfriend downing a round of shots with his best friend.

“Next time he asks, I just might do it again.”

#seventeen smut #svt smut #vernon smut #seventeen fic #kpop #kpop smut #kinktober

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hohoz · 4 years ago

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How RE Village (8) SOLVED almost every problem that I had with RE Series

Okay - a few weeks ago I made a post that was “The ones that suffer the most” where I showed and explained my main problems with Chris and Jill and the RE series in general

RE 1 is my fav game of this series and probably one of my all time favs, I player every RE there is to be played except 4 (because I dislike Leon, sry)

Recently, specially after 4, the franchise had a few problems, specially in writing/map design/lore

Resident evil 5 for example (I love this game) but it has it flaws, Chris there is only driven by anger and action - Sheva is used as a tool for lore exposition and to be Chris’s new partner

PLEASE: be aware that game at that generation didn’t have much lore - with some exceptions, like God of War 1 2 3 were a simply game with a simple lore, and the most recent GoW has evolved a little bit in the storytelling

Until we hit rock bottom in RE6 - I know a lot of people like this game, but this is only and action game, bad writing and generic stages.

Chris there is so mistreated that makes me mad (if you want to read more about this go to my other post “the ones that suffer the most”)

Until RE7 appeared, Capcom had a new engine and they wanted to do a game that was more horror like - since RE is know for being a Survival horror game.

I liked 7 - some people complained about Ethan being without emotion and others complained about the mold, a few didn’t like the FEAR vibes from Eveline.

I personally enjoyed the game, I thought RE series was going back on track, that game has it’s problems but it was really nice compared to what we had in 6.

After that game I had a conversation with my best friend and I said that I wanted a game that portrayed Umbrella’s fall since the only game that shows this is Umbrellas Chronicles (and that is most a resume of what happened)

And I said: “Bro, I wish that when they made that game, they could tie some mythological lore and human evolution before Umbrella - using Spencer, this would solve LOT OF STUFF and open new ways to handle this series”

and guess what - this happened in RE8 and kudos to the one writer that did that, i have my gratitude.

RESIDENT EVIL 8 is probably one of the BEST RE games that we had IN YEARS

And I want to address all thing that I loved in this game and do some predictions to what will happen in the next games.

“WELL WELL IF IT ISN’T ETHAN WINTERS” (The Father of the year)

My father was not a great guy... really, so I want to be the best dad ever, I really want be like Ethan - a guy who is ready to sacrifice and fight every monster in the way to save my family.

Ethan was a character that in RE7 was used to make us fell like that it was us in the Baker’s house, so that is why he didn’t had that much personality (in my opinion) but they changed that in RE8, here he has nice dialogues AND a diary

He has one of the best story line in the whole REverse, a guy that did EVERYTHING in his power to save his daughter - and you saw that playing the game, every sentence line that he delivered, he tried to save others too and even tho Chris said to him stay put ... but he couldn’t, he had to go to the altar, he had to help Chris, he had to go forward and keep going, specially after having the tools to face Heisenberg.

The plea from a father, that was his last wish, after he heard that Mia was alive he knew that someone had to stop that monster, he made a promise to his daughter “Daddy won’t let those weird fairy tale monsters get you” so he trusted Chris, to be the one that teaches his kid how to be brave and strong

I will not address Chris and Rose situation here because this is Ethans part and he deserves completely all the spotlight, his sacrifice was 100x times better than Steve (CV)/Piers(6)

My cheers to Ethan Winters - You have my respect !

Revelations -> RE8

So leaks from earlier times said that RE8 sucked and Revelations 3 was amazing

Revelations FYI is know for using old tales in RE stories

Revelations 1 - Dante’s Inferno

Revelations 2 - Frans Kafka

Revelations 3 - Dracula

But since RE8 sucked, Capcom said to the REV3 team that they could make REV3 become RE8 and they accepted

Revelations series is one of the best in the games, they handle Jill in a way that I love, Claire and even Barry - so they deserve all the spotlight for making this awesome game - you CLEARLY can see that they love this series and that they treat all the characters with the love that they deserve.

Keeping that in mind, they are the same team that made Rev 2 and in REV 2 we have this file here

So they had a plan for Jill and we can see that in RE8 - I will address that later but keep that in mind - this team cares for the old characters, they were the ones that brought Barry back to the games :V

Chris Redfield

This is a hard one, because he is my fav character and I usually have the most critics regard him, since I’ve expect a lot from Capcom

In the latest games they made him kind dumb, only muscles type of guy and an alcoholic that let all the people in his surroundings die (RE5,RE6,Vendetta)

RE6 treats him the WORST

But in RE8 he had an amazing part in the storyline, it was obvious that he wasn’t evil and they FIXED HIS EYE COLOR - FINALLY

I still don’t like the model face that much but it’s way better than 7 - so I believe Capcom, I still feel that he need more jawline

But let’s go to the most important thing - here he really feels like a squad leader and a veteran, he has his team but he is the one in the front line, he covers and ask for help when he needs, everything about his line delivery makes you feel like “Woah, this guy is a badass, he is not some stupid guy only driven by emotions”

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR FINALLY GETTING THIS RIGHT

If you remember my post about the ones that suffer the most / Jill is also in that list and I will talk about her a little bit later but if my guess is right RE8 saved her character aswell

Another thing that I enjoyed here is the fact that he is kind of a mercenary / Neo Umbrella kind of guy, even tho he is one of the founders of the BSAA

So I will give you all my score to this game:

9/10

I won’t give 10/10 because of some technical issues, the cursor lock didn’t work and mouse sensitivity was i dunno, not the best.

RE8 and the future (PREDICTIONS) - Jill Valentine, Chris Redfield, BSAA, Neo Umbrella, Ada Wong and Rosemary

First let’s look Rose

The first time I saw Rose all grown up - I thought to myself : She has the same problem as Eveline (age a lot faster than normal)

But she also absorbed Miranda’s power since the metalicite (something like this) thought that she was a better host. - so maybe she will live longer or something because I doubt that they will do a 14 years time skip.

This is not the same as Terra Save logo (Claire’s job) but it kind reminds me of it - her shoes appeared at least 3 times in this cut scene so maybe they are trying to show some hints with this

She really reminds me of Jodie (Beyond two souls, a game where a girl has a lot of power and the gov uses her in missions and stuff, but she also is learning how to be her own person)

Another thing here is that they don’t have a logo in this car, it really reminds me the car that Chris as using in RE8

This supports the theory that Chris’s organization is dealing with her instead of the BSAA, the she is a hot headed girl and that she had a lot of powers.

So here you can say that she is just a kid because she is a teenager, but what if she actually grows older really fast (like Eveline) maybe this is just 1 year later / 2 yrs later. (after RE8)

So this is the tricky part, this is Chris’s guard/soldier, someone that Chris trust to stand by her side, in my mind I do believe that Chris is kind of a father figure to her, so when this guys says this he is thinking about hot head Chris but she replies “Yeah” thinking about Ethan - (she has the mold memories, so she can actually remember Ethan’s memories)

Now let’s look at this

BSAA

So in REV1 is hinted that BSAA is not the best organization in the world, but since our heroes work there we think that they are the good guys right ?

In REV 2 (it’s important to remember that the team that created RE8 is the same from the REVELATIONS and they had this file here in REV2)

This email is from Jill and what does Jill have ? T-Virus

Wesker is a different case since he was a project and she had the vaccine but this would make a lot of sense if they had this tests with Jill to get the T-Virus

If that is the case, they explained Jill’s absence in the main games, could even explain why Chris left BSAA and opened a new window to a lot of possibilities

My Predictions:

- Chris had trouble dealing with BSAA and Jill’s case, he wanted to get her out of there, maybe he removed her from there but that resulted in him being expelled from the force

-Jill may or may not know what they are doing with her blood, but she will have a huge part in the BOW used by BSAA

-Chris is married to Jill (sorry- I had to place this here, in a perfect world he has two kids with her and they all love aunt Rose)

-Chris will hopefully be a father figure to Rose and they will be in a game together since in the end they came to get her

-Rebecca is still involved in BSAA activities (leak from new REV3) if you consider Vendetta canon, she maybe the one that used Jill’s sample of blood to create the virus soldiers

-Barry maybe retired

-I don’t think Leon will be in this game, but he will get his RE4 Rmk

- I do believe RE9 will be release after Code veronica rmk and MAYBE they will do a game about Umbrella’s Fall (Chris and Jill in Europe against Red Queen and BOWs)

But that is it, you can see a lot of elements from old RE games in RE8, they tried to do something really smart and the game felt amazing to play, that was something else and it’s been a while since a player a RE game that made me feel that way <3

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myhockeyworld87 · 3 years ago

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Not So Dangerous Liaison - Sidney Crosby - Part 27

Word Count: 3,429

POV: Reader

Warngings: Language, NSFW, Smut

Notes: Here we are again. I think you all might kill me in future chapters so for now, let’s enjoy this one...haha. As always love your feedback and Happy Reading! Let me know what you guys think.

Not So Dangerous Liaison Masterlist

It was less than two weeks after your conversation with Mario that you and Sid were traveling to Los Angeles for the All Star game. Geno and Anna were supposed to be with you, but because of an injury, they had to back out. It was better for him to rest up anyhow. For Sid, it was more work than fun, though he did have a more carefree attitude than when he's normally on the ice. The two of you did sneak in some nice alone time over the few days.

Once you were back in Pittsburgh, it was business as normal. Well, maybe normal wouldn't be the right word for you, as you were busy helping with the Stadium series game that would take place at the end of February against the Flyers. Your hours were a little later when you were in town, which Sid didn't mind as he just spent extra time on the ice or watching films while he waited for you. You insisted that you could just take separate cars, but he wouldn't hear of it. It was really quite cute of him.

The days leading up to the game were packed. The guys were doing media and squeezing in practices with their new equipment, while you worked behind the scenes with the rest of the crew setting things up. You wanted Heinz Field to feel just like PPG Arena did for them. The weather had everyone in a tither as Pittsburgh had got a bit of a warm front. Days leading up to the game saw temperatures in the seventies which was almost unheard of, for a February in Pennsylvania. In fact, on the day of the family skate, you were all literally wearing jeans and lightweight sweaters as you stood around watching the guys practice.

"Will you hold Scar for me?" Vero asked. You were watching the guys practice with the ladies today, instead of by the bench. It was a rare occurrence that you got to take a game in with them, so it was a nice change of pace. She handed baby Scarlett off to you while she bent down and put on Estelle's skates.

"Hello, sweetness," you said to the one-and-a-half-year-old, kissing her little cheeks in the process. "Do you see daddy out there?" You pointed out where Marc Andre was and Scarlett smiled.

"Hi, daddy!" She yelled, but you weren't entirely sure he could hear her, as he was all the way down in net. "Unc Sid!" She exclaimed when Sidney came by and tapped on the glass.

"Hi Scar!" He waved at her then gave you a look. One you weren't entirely sure you'd ever seen, before skating away leaving you to wonder what was going through his head. Practice ended soon thereafter and you all joined the guys out on the ice. Though most of them shed their pads due to the heat of the afternoon sun.

"Ice looked a little slushy," you commented to Sid when he skated over to you.

"It's not bad. They said the temperature's supposed to drop tonight and tomorrow so we'll be ok. Come on." He grabbed your hand pulling you out onto the ice with him. It was something you still weren't comfortable doing. Sid could literally skate circles around anyone, while you still had to concentrate if you wanted to go backward. He recognized that and always made sure he held onto you so that you wouldn't fall. "You looked good out there." He said offhandedly as you made your way around the now shiny surface of the ice.

"Huh? I wasn't doing anything. I'm pretty sure I should be saying that to you."

"That's not what I meant."

"Obviously," you said hitting him playfully and losing your balance at the same time. Sid righted you with ease so that to the casual onlooker they never would've seen you stumble.

"I meant holding Scarlett."

"Oh well, she's easy to love that's for sure. I'm going to miss them when they go." With the expansion team coming to Vegas, it was already widely known within the team that Flower would be the member they would choose. It was crushing, not only to you but to Sid as well. Your friendship with the Fleury's was one of the things you both treasured most; they were the reason you were with Sid right now. And while they would always be some of your best friends' things wouldn't be the same in Pittsburgh without them.

"I know," Sid replied wistfully. "But we've still got them for now." You skated around a few more times, before he let you go, only so that he could wrap his arms around your midsection and skate with you from behind. It was definitely intimate and you were surprised with all the media around that Sid was into such a public display of affection. Sure there had been the parades, but usually, he tried to keep your relationship out of the public eye if he could. "I just think you really looked good." He whispered in your ear.

"You've seen me in this outfit before."

"Not that, you know…" You had to crane your neck back to look at him, but you noticed he was turning a bit red and it had nothing to do with the unseasonably warm temperatures. "Holding Scarlett." He finally spit out. "It makes me think about having our own."

"OH!" The word came out a little louder than you intended. Of course, Sid had confessed that he wanted kids with you. It just seemed like something that was further away in the future and not something that he'd been thinking about recently.

"I know you're going to tell me it's too soon, and maybe you're right. I just can't help but think about it on days like today." You looked around then, watching all the guys skate with their significant others, some with kids while others had kids on the way. You could see the allure. As the two of you continued to glide around the ice, you let your mind wander to what it would be like. It was easy to picture, especially after watching Sid this summer with his Little Penguins camp. He'd be holding your son's or daughter's hands, much like Flower was doing now with Estelle, helping them navigate the ice. When Sid's hands tightened around your waist you couldn't stop yourself from wondering what it would feel like to be growing his child inside you. You found yourself relaxing more into Sid's embrace as you daydreamed about your future.

"It's definitely a nice picture," you finally sighed, letting him know that you weren't opposed to the idea.

"Yeah, yeah it is." His voice took on a dreamy quality and you knew he was imagining the same thing as you. It seemed like one minute you were caught up in your little fantasy and the next you guys were having to leave the ice and it was back to reality. Not that your reality was a bad one, you still had Sid and for now, that's all you needed.

Sid was right temperatures definitely cooled down. By game time the following day, it was barely thirty degrees and falling. You were bundled up in a coat with the team logo on it along with a matching tossle cap on your head. Sid had been mad that you hadn't worn the one all the ladies got with their guys' number on it, but you had insisted that when you were on the clock you were rooting for the entire team and not just him. At the moment you were wishing you had it so that you could put it on top of your current one. Your teeth were chattering and you kept bouncing on the balls of your feet to keep you warm.

Midway through the first Sid scored, which had you jumping up and down and cheering along with the team as well as the thousands of fans in the stadium. It did little to help get you warm and you were practically running to the locker room tunnel by end of the first. You grabbed a cup of hot tea while the players went over the first period and where they could make improvements. It went pretty much the same way in the second, even though Nick Bonino scored early the Flyers were able to cut the lead in half with a goal from Jakub Voracek. Again, you raced off to get warm as soon as the horn sounded.

Your feet were numb by the time Cully scored a goal early in the third, and though the Flyers scored on a power play, Chad Ruhwedel sealed the Pens victory with over five minutes left in play. The stadium erupted with the win, though it did little to warm you up. You stayed long enough to watch the team skate around in their little victory lap, then headed back down to the nice warm locker room.

Of course, Sid had to do media, which meant you were there even longer. He was afforded the luxury of a nice hot shower before the two of you headed home. "Can you please turn the heat up?" you whined once you were in the car. "I'm freezing."

"It was a bit cold out there, eh?" Sid commented as he turned the heat on your side of the vehicle to max.

"Ya think? I thought I was going to freeze to death when the snow started to fly."

"Babe, it's all part of outdoor hockey." He grabbed one of your hands in his. "Fuck, you are cold. You should've worn thermals or something."

"Trust me I will next time. I think it's just worse because of how beautiful it was yesterday."

"Well, as soon as we get home, we'll get you in the tub."

"Uh, yes, please." The ride through the city, while mostly traffic free, seemed endless.

"Head upstairs, babe and I'll bring you up a cup of tea as soon as I get rid of my gear." Not having to be told twice, you made your way up to your shared master bath and started running the water. You hated stripping out of your clothes, as it felt like the only warmth your body had at the moment but as soon as your toes touched the steaming water, you sighed as the warmth heated your skin. You were fully immersed up to your neck by the time Sid came up with a steaming mug full of tea. "Better?"

"A little," you answered taking a sip of the drink he'd prepared perfectly for you before setting it back down on the ledge of the tub. "Still a bit chilly."

"Well in that case." Sid started to strip out of his clothes. Divesting himself of his suit that he'd worn to the game. He folded it over the chair you used to put your makeup on, so that it didn't get any wrinkles, then made his way over to you and the tub. "Scooch up, babe." You did and he scooted in behind you, easing you back against him once he was comfortable in the water. His arms wrapped around you instantly and you felt engulfed in his heat. "This better?"

"Mmm much." You were completely content wrapped up in your boyfriend's arms with the water lapping around you both, so you rested your head against his chest. "You played really well tonight," you mused shutting your eyes and just giving yourself over to the warmth that was Sid.

"It was a lot of fun. I love playing outdoors. It's so authentic." Only Sid would put it like that, but you knew what he meant. "Though I wish you would've dressed warmer baby."

"I'm fine now." You took another long sip of tea, the temperature perfect.

Sid kissed your temple. "Good, can't have you getting sick on me."

"God no, I'll have to sleep in the guest room, if that happens."

"Why?"

"I'm not going to be responsible for getting the star player sick." You told him, turning your head so that you could look him in the eye. "You will not be missing a game because of me."

"I'd still probably end up missing a game because I wouldn't be able to sleep without you in our bed." His arms tightened around you, almost as if you were going to run off to the guest room right then. "But we're not worrying about that now, because we are definitely sleeping in the same bed tonight." His lips captured yours then, stealing your breath away and heating your body all the way to your core. You could feel his erecting grow against you as the kiss went on. It was nothing to reach behind you and wrap your fingers around his length. He moaned into your mouth, before gently sucking on your bottom lip as he broke the kiss. "You know two can play that game." His hand stole down your stomach and slipped between your folds, the water making it easy for him to caress you there. Your hand stuttered on his cock as he slid two fingers into you. Sid took the opportunity to grab your wrist with his free hand so that you could no longer manipulate him as you liked. "Lean your head back and enjoy this for a bit."

"But…"

"We'll get to that." He told you as he settled you against him once again. He shimmied his legs so that they were in between yours but only for a moment so that he could spread yours wide; your legs now splayed on either side of his. Sid's fingers continued to toy with your pussy, alternating between pumping in and out of you and rubbing circles on your clit, while his other hand tweaked your nipples into taut little peaks. Before you knew it you were panting with need, the chill of the evening game completely forgotten as Sid stoked a fire deep within you. His lips came down on the nape of your neck, his tongue driving you wild just as his fingers were. It was all too much as the water gently lapped at your skin. You felt your body gently rise into his touch, yet he held you firm working you towards that peak you craved. It didn't take long for your orgasm to hit. It washed over you like a wave cresting on the sand as your body trembled, this time not from the cold but the pleasure of Sid's touch. "You're so fucking sexy when you cum." His warm breath sent a shiver down your spine.

You were so sated you almost didn't want to move, but then you wanted him to experience the same ecstasy that you'd just felt. "We should…" you went to tell him that you should move to the bed but Sid had other plans.

"We'll be fine here, just kneel for a second." Your legs were already on either side of him, so it wasn't hard. He adjusted himself a bit, sitting more upright in the tub, before bending his knees slightly for you to lean against. You turned your head to the side to see him stroke himself a couple times, before lining himself up with your pussy. "Now just come back a little." You did as instructed; your pussy engulfing his cock as you basically sat reverse cowgirl on him. With his knees bent you leveraged yourself against them and started to ride his cock. "Fuck baby, you feel so good." His hands were on your hips making sure you wouldn't slip in the tub, but controlling your pace as well.

Water sloshed against the sides of the tub, some of it spilling over the sides. "Oh shit," you moaned out knowing that you were making a mess of the bathroom floor.

Sid could see where your thoughts were going. "Forget it, (Y/N). We'll get it later." He accentuated his words by thrusting up deep inside you. The action making you groan with desire. "That feel good, baby?"

"Yes," you cried out as he hit your g-spot again. "Right there," you panted and he hit the spot over and over again until you were convulsing around him in your second climax.

"Jesus, (Y/N)," Sid moaned as your pussy gripped him like a vice. The grip he had on your hips tightened as he rammed into your cunt. He was so close to falling off the edge and cumming with you but he wanted to hold off, make it last longer, give you one more orgasm before he sought his own pleasure. Sid slowed his thrusts then, as you relaxed momentarily against his knees. "So fucking beautiful." It took you a moment to catch your breath before you started to move again. His thrusts weren't as deep as before, giving you a moment's reprieve before he went at it again. You knew Sid, knew he could keep up this leisurely pace all night if he wanted. The water was cooling though, and even though your body was still on fire after two orgasms you had no wish to be cold again. It was then that you decided to move your hips, rocking in a motion that you knew would drive him wild. And it did. It wasn't long before he was bucking up into you again. The water going everywhere now. Some of it even hitting his designer suit which rested across the room on the chair. "Fuck, (Y/N)," he hissed out and you could tell he wouldn't last much longer at this pace. He let one hand snake around to your clit. His fingers applying just the right amount of pressure there, as he rubbed circles into the little nub.

"Sid, I'm gonna…"

"Yes, baby, yes," he groaned on the verge of hitting his peak as well. You were both there with a few thrusts. His hot cum filling you up as you quaked around him. The pleasure so intense you swore you saw stars. Sid collapsed against the back of the tub and while you wanted to follow, the position you were in did not make it that easy. It took a little maneuvering on both your parts, but soon you were back to lounging against Sid.

"We should get out." The water was definitely cooled now and this time you shivered from it.

"You still cold?"

"A little."

"Well, let's get you in bed then." The towel you had laid out was completely soaked, so you just laid it across the floor as you moved to get out of the tub. "Careful," Sid warned as you stepped out onto the shiny marble floor. You moved quickly yet cautiously to the cabinet and grabbed both of you a towel while laying down a few more to soak up the water.

You'd just finished wrapping the fluffy white towel around your body when Sid scooped you up and headed towards the bedroom. "Sid, stop! I need to clean up that mess."

"It'll dry." He must have been anticipating how the night would go for the bed was already turned down as he placed you in the middle of the mattress. He scooted in behind you, discarding his towel in one swift motion, before sweeping the covers over both of you. His hands made quick work of ridding you of the wet cloth that was helping you dry. "They say body heat is the fastest way to warm someone up."

"Hmm, is that so," you said turning in his embrace.

"Mmmhmm. I'm sure I read it somewhere."

"I'm sure you did. I'm just wondering what else this book said."

His hands were roaming up and down your back and gliding across the globes of your ass. "Oh, lots more."

You kissed his neck wanting to return the favor he had given you a while ago, then you moved to his chest before saying, "such as?" You continued your path downward over Sid's abs.

"I'm sure there was…" he sucked in a breath as you placed a warm kiss on his pelvis. "Fuck I can't think of a word."

You grinned up at him from beneath the covers. "Let me see if I can make you forget all together." Sid lost all train of thought as your lips connected with his cock. The night continued on like that for a few more hours before the two of you were so sated you could do nothing but sleep.

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maddieinwonder · 4 years ago

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A Lesson In Romance #2: Opposites Attract

Spencer Reid x Fem!BAU!Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1k

Plot: Reader keeps getting caught in rom-com situations with Spencer Reid. This time, they become friends.

A/N: I can't believe I rewrote this chapter, like, 5 times, but I'm kinda happy with the final result 😌😌😌 Again, my ask is open if you want to send me a trope request!

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Contrary to popular belief, you've watched your fair share of rom-coms. Or at least enough to understand its three-act structure, even if you didn't understand why people bought into it just yet.

Take the concept of "opposites attract" for example. Two people with completely different interests and personalities are supposedly perfect for each other because they compensate for the other's weaknesses. But it was illogical, you knew this for a fact.

Opposites attract had your college roommate crying herself to sleep when she decided to date a popular jerk-wad. Opposites attract caused your best friend to transfer schools after a cruel Valentine's Day prank. Opposites attract made your dad divorce your mum and leave you and your siblings alone at the ripe age of eleven.

But according to rom-coms, these relationships were worth it. There was nothing sweeter than a shy person complementing a loud bully, or nothing that screamed sexual tension more than a practical joker tormenting a goody-two-shoes.

For your entire life up until this point, you just didn't get it. But then you met Garcia and Morgan, and things began to make sense.

The two of them couldn't be further apart. Derek was a typical player — traditional good looks, muscular, was probably a jock in high school. Penelope, on the other hand, dressed in bright colours and even brighter hair. She seldom left her office — which, for the record, was covered wall to wall with cuteness — and cared about her technology like it was an extension of herself.

At first, you didn't understand why they were so close. They were basically polar opposites. But when one of your first cases with the BAU hit too close to home for the usually cheerful tech analyst, you watched Derek drop everything he was doing to gently support her through it.

This was enough to make you rethink your theory. And if you were being really honest, it was enough to make you yearn for something like that for yourself.

Because the thing is, you hadn't stopped thinking about the shy, awkward man you met at the coffee shop. Even more so now that you were working together, and you found out that he was a certifiable genius with an IQ of 187.

To add to your surprise, you and Spencer weren't opposites — not in any material way, at least. You couldn't say otherwise when you only knew the things that everybody else knew.

Like how the two of you had qualifications in psychology (he had a B.A., you had a PhD), loved Doctor Who (he preferred Tom Baker, but you were partial to David Tennant), and shared a favourite movie genre in science fiction, but specifically space opera (he loved Star Trek, you were nostalgic for Star Wars).

And that was just the beginning.

You begun to realise little things about him every day that you noticed in yourself. The obvious one was your coffee preferences. You pretended not to notice when the team raised their eyebrows at the three full spoons of sugar you added to your coffee everyday.

But you also noticed the way Spencer bounced his leg when he was nervous, or moved his mouth when he was reading at that unbelievable pace.

You watched him so often, in fact, that one day you found yourself doing his trademark awkward smile and you realised your silent observations had gone too far.

In reality, you hadn't spoke to him alone for more than 10 minutes since you joined the team. The two of you were always around other people for some reason or other, and after the first few weeks passed like this, the expiry on talking to him about the coffee shop incident seemingly ran out.

Then one morning, when the coffee machine at work broke down and you were beginning to think this was the start of a very bad day, a cup of coffee was gently placed in front of you.

"Good morning," Spencer greeted, pulling over the chair from his desk to sit next to you. His held his own cup of coffee in one hand.

You recognised the logo as the coffee shop where you met him. The same one you'd been avoiding since you started working here. (Ok, so maybe the reason you hadn't spoken about the incident wasn't entirely due to external forces.)

"What's this for?" You asked, as if you didn't already know.

"A peace offering," he said, locking eyes with you. "I haven't seen you at the coffee shop in three weeks, which coincides exactly with the day we met and your first day at the BAU. I've... I've come to the conclusion that you're avoiding me, but I really hope you won't."

"Why?" You asked, reaching for the warm takeaway cup.

"Because I'd like to get to know you better." He said frankly. You were glad you hadn't taken a sip yet, because you might have spit it out in shock.

In the rom-coms you watched, confessions like these usually happened to a swell of music and dimmed lights, maybe while the two main characters were dancing in each others arms. But under the fluorescent lights at the bureau, you only felt your heart swell to an imaginary soundtrack.

"So would I," you replied, smiling despite yourself. You couldn't believe you just compared a rom-com scenario to real life, but watching Spencer's smile widen at your reply made the critic in you subside. His smile was, strangely, beautiful to you now.

"You're lucky I remembered your order," he teased, his pinkish cheeks weren't beyond your notice.

"Spencer. We share the same coffee order and you have an eidetic memory," you replied dryly.

"I know," he said, and the two of you locked eyes for a moment before breaking into a bout of laughter over the absurdity of your relationship.

Unbeknownst to the two of you, the unusual sight had caught the eyes of the other members in the bullpen. But it was only the next morning when you and Spencer walked into the office with matching cups of coffee, that the team confirmed that something was definitely up.

And they were going to find out what.

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eryiss · 3 years ago

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Chapter Eleven: The Tournament

Summary: Struggling with his college finances, Freed takes a job as the wrestling team's social media operator. It would be an easy job, if it weren't for the hot, cocky, spandex clad wrestling captain. Laxus Dreyar turns Freed's live upside-down, and Freed doesn't mind at all.

Notes: Hi all. The tournament, and Ivan, is finally here, hope you all enjoy it. This one contains injuries, fighting, and likely inaccurate depictions of wrestling. Be prepared for a long one!

Links: FFN, Ao3, Previous Chapter, Next Chapter, Chapter Post

Chapter Eleven - The Tournament

Laxus could hear the crowd before he could see them. The sounds of cheering for another match came from under the door to the gym, but he didn't let it affect his mood. After the earlier events of the day, and everything he had said to the press about his father, he was riding a high of confidence and self importance. He was going to follow Freed's advice and not let Ivan affect him until he was out of the building. Two hours and this would all be over, and he wouldn't have to see his father for a hell of a long time.

Looking at the mirror attached to the wall, he assessed himself. He was wearing the team's singlet - the purple one he had worn when he first met Freed - and a set of ear guards. He adjusted the spandex slightly, smoothing out the creases and making sure the school's logo was in the centre of his chest. He was repping the school, and he needed to look good.

He was nervous. He needed to get over it.

The applause from the gym made Laxus look up, and he wrung his hands slightly in anticipation. The middle weights - Natsu, Loke and Gray - were fighting first, and as was tradition, the heavy weights didn't watch. They had heard that Gray had fought against an old rival from one of the many schools participating, Lyon, and had eventually beaten him. Loke had been fighting against a man named Scorpio, and although he'd put on a good fight, he had eventually been defeated. Natsu was fighting against someone from Ivan's team, Jackal, and the winner was going to be announced in a few moments.

It didn't matter, not really. Whether Natsu won against Ivan's team or lost, Laxus would still fight as best he could. But he couldn't help but feel that, somehow, if Natsu lost then it would be an omen for Laxus' own fight.

"You're gonna be fine," It took a moment for Laxus to realise it was Elfman speaking to him. Both he and Bickslow were in the corridor with Laxus. "You'll kick ass."

"Thanks," Laxus said under his breath. "Who are you against?"

"Some guy named Zancrow," Elfman answered, looking confident. Laxus knew it was a front; everyone knew Zancrow, and everyone knew what he was capable of. He was also part of Ivan's team, concerningly.

"You'll beat him," Laxus said firmly, wanting to give the man as much confidence as he could. He looked at Bickslow over his shoulder. "Who are you against?"

"Cobra," Bickslow grinned, clearly happy. "And, since I'm sure you wanna know, our usual wager applies."

Laxus snorted at that despite himself. Cobra, who had once been a bitter rival to the team, was now on friendlier terms. He and Bickslow had also been hooking up from time to time, and had implemented that into their own rivalry. The loser would have to wear the winner's teams' jersey as they went to bed. Bickslow had gone into far too much detail about how pissed Cobra had been while dressed in Magnolia University colours, and how it had been the best sex ever.

Bickslow was treating this just like any other tournament, and that's what Laxus needed to do. This was nothing he hadn't done before. He was a wrestler, this was a wrestling tournament - what else was there to think about?

"The winner of the match has been determined," A muffled voice, pumped through speakers, said from the gym, "The winner is Natsu Dragneel."

Laxus felt himself relax. Apparently, he had been carrying more stress about Natsu's fight than he had thought. Fucking athletes superstitions. But Natsu had proven that Ivan's team could be defeated, and that took the pressure off. Ivan was not someone who always won. Ivan could lose. Ivan would lose, because goddammit Laxus was a pro, and he knew how to fight. He could do this.

That optimism died the moment the doors to the gym opened.

Natsu, Gray and Gildarts walked through it. Rather than the obnoxious attitude that Natsu normally had after a win, he seemed pissed off. Not the regular cocky, upstart pissed off he normally was. There was genuine anger. But Laxus didn't focus on the dark expression, because Natsu had his arms slung over Gray and Gildarts' shoulders, relying on them to help him walk, with his right leg tilted in a way that made sure it wouldn't touch the floor. His ankle looked… wrong.

Laxus, Elfman and Bickslow watched with wide eyes as Natsu was taken to one of the benches that lined the corridor. A moment later, the doors opened again, and someone with a medics bag walked up to Natsu. Loke walked in a moment later.

"What the hell happened?" Bickslow asked before Loke could walk past them as well.

"The guy he was fighting against - Jackal - broke pretty much every rule in the game," Even Loke sounded angry. That was even more rare. "They think he sprained his ankle, but it might be worse."

Shit. A sprain was bad, but anything worse - anything permanent - could really fuck with Natsu's schooling. He was a first year, so he at least might have time to recover if it was bad but healing from a tear or a broken bone had ruined many athletes careers. Laxus looked to the guy, who was glaring at the floor as the medic assessed his ankle, and took a step towards him. Bickslow stopped him, pushing him back gently.

"Give him time," Bickslow said under his breath. "Coach knows what he's doing. And if he explodes on you, it'll throw you off your game."

"If his fucking ankles screwed, I should be helping him," Laxus whispered sharply. "I'm the goddamn captain."

"The coach is dealing with it. And Gray, they'll know what to do," Bickslow assured him.

Laxus wanted to argue, but Gray had an arm wrapped around Natsu's waist and was hugging his side, and Gildarts was speaking to him with that fatherly intensity that had oftentimes been directed at Laxus. Maybe Bickslow was right, even if Laxus didn't agree that he shouldn't be helping. He also felt a ridiculous feeling of guilt, as if the actions of his father's teams were his fault.

"The ref didn't let Natsu fight on his ankle, did he?" Elfman asked, and Laxus turned back to Loke.

"No, he called it off the second it happened," Loke explained. "He won by default, I think that's pissing him off more than anything. It was a pretty even match before that; think that's why Jackal did it. He was laughing with his team when I left."

"Motherfucker," Laxus muttered.

Gildarts suddenly stormed up to the four of them, standing in front of the team. He seemed angry as well - perhaps more pissed off than Laxus had ever seen him - and he grabbed both Laxus and Elfman by the backs of their necks. The grasp was gentle, but Laxus noted the tension that was coursing through him.

"Those fuckers have been pulling this shit all day," Gildarts said, and his voice was filled with a quiet rage. "The fact the refs haven't kicked their asses out is ridiculous, but they're still fighting. So, you two listen to me. If you even think you're gonna be injured, you tap out."

"Coach-" Laxus began.

"You tap out," Gildarts said again, not leaving room for argument. "Fuck this tournament, fuck your pride, and fuck the win. I know I'm not gonna convince you not to fight them at all, but goddammit you're gonna listen to me on this. These men are vicious, and they don't give a shit about the rules, and the second they think they're losing the edge they go for your weak spots. They try to hurt you, so don't let them. Tap the fuck out before they tank your futures. You both understand me?"

"Yes coach," They both said, Elfman with more honesty than Laxus.

"Good, go in," Gildarts claimed. Elfman and Bickslow walked into the gym, but Gildarts stopped Laxus. "Listen to me Dreyar, you are not gonna fuck around with this. I don't give a shit what your father says or does. Forget the shit he put you through and forget your damn pride about it."

"Like it's that fucking easy," Laxus muttered.

"Did I say you could speak, boy?" Gildarts snapped, before sighing. "It's one day, Laxus. Don't let him ruin your career because of your ego. If he starts fighting dirty, the second you realize it, you tap the fuck out."

"Yes coach," Laxus said, sighing.

"Good man," Gildarts said, slapping Laxus on the back.

Laxus took a breath then walked into the gym.

He looked around as he walked. There was only one mat set up, with rafters filled with a large and roaring crowd. Supporters from all schools participating were watching the fight taking place, applauding and booing fighting for dominance in the echoing mess of sound. The crowds were a faceless mass, but that didn't stop Laxus from scanning them, trying to find Freed. He knew that he was there somewhere, but he was drowned out in the masses of parents and friends cheering on their athletes.

Then, Laxus saw him. Not Freed, but his father.

He was standing with his team, arms crossed as he watched the match. The team surrounding him were wearing black and grey uniforms, unlike the two men on the mat, and they all looked hard faced and cruel. Ivan was the worst of them; entirely stone faced despite what his team had been doing.

With a sudden movement of his head, Ivan looked at Laxus. Their gazes matched, and Laxus couldn't seem to look away while he walked. His father was there. Right there!

Laxus wanted to punch him.

Kick him.

Beat him to hell and back until he was screaming and crying and fucking bleeding!

A hand on the small of his back kept pushing him, and Laxus let it. He looked away from his father to see that Gildarts had walked past him and was sitting at the Magnolia University area. Laxus looked over his shoulder to see who was pushing him forward - he had thought it was Gildarts - and saw Freed. Even he had a look of thunder on his face.

"Don't let him affect you," Freed said firmly. "How are you feeling?"

"Don't know," Laxus confessed, taking his seat at the side of the mat. "The hell have they been doing, you all seem ready to fucking attack 'em."

"It's tempting," Freed said under his breath, before taking his own seat, which happened to be behind Laxus'. Laxus felt hands on his shoulders, a grounding force. They started to gently massage him. "Is there any chance of me convincing you not to fight."

"I need to," Laxus said firmly, watching the fight. One of the fighters flipped the other; it was a good match.

"Then make me a promise," Freed demanded.

"I'll tap out if they start any shit," Laxus promised before Freed could say it. "Gildarts already made me swear on it."

"Good," Freed said. Then, in a sudden movement, Freed placed a kiss on the back of Laxus' neck. Laxus grinned a little at that.

His father was watching them. That stopped the grin.

There were three fights before Laxus', and they had front row seats to them all. They were good matches, none of them containing any of Ivan's team, and at some point Laxus had started to explain everything that was happening to Freed. He named all of the moves and explained why each wrestler was using them and what they hoped to gain. Laxus knew that Freed was probably aware of it all, but Laxus felt the need to start talking and not stop. It gave him a distraction, if nothing else.

The fight before Laxus' was between Bickslow and Cobra, and despite everything that had happened, Laxus managed to get into it. He cheered, applauded, and yelled at the ref for anything he didn't agree with. Bickslow was his teammate, and dammit he would support him loudly and proudly.

When the match was called, Bickslow was the victor.

"Fuck yeah," Laxus yelled, before speaking again, quieter this time. "If he has a fucking boner again, I'll kill him."

"What?" Freed laughed slightly.

"The two of them hook up after every tournament," Laxus explained. "Last time, Bix got hard during the fight. Everyone saw it, it was recorded, and the pic went viral. Well, as viral as a wrestling pic can go," Laxus grinned a little at the memory. It was almost as if this was a normal tournament. "The bastard loved it. Pretty sure he can drink for free at every college bar in the country now. Everyone wants to drink with the boner guy."

"That seems like him," Freed laughed.

"Fighting next. Laxus Dreyar against Acnologia Dokutā," The announcer said into the microphone.

Laxus took a breath to calm himself down. This was just a fight, one that he needed to get through and forget. It didn't matter that the guy had been trained by his deadbeat, scumbag father. It didn't matter that Ivan's team had apparently been pulling dirty tricks and going for nasty tactics all day; Laxus just needed to get on the mat, fight his best, and win.

He stood up, slipped in his mouth guard, and walked onto the mat. His opponent was a large, tall, and foreboding man. He was a college athlete but had the essence of a man who had lived longer and demanded authority. Laxus didn't allow himself to be intimidated.

They walked into the ring opposite each other, with the ref standing between them. Laxus could feel eyes boring into him from all angles, and the crowd fell quiet. He knew that this was the fight people had been waiting for; the grudge match between Laxus and his father's new golden boy. He couldn't let that bother him, they were just people who didn't mean anything to him.

Ivan was looking at him. He looked away when Laxus caught him, as if uninterested.

Goddammit, why did that piss Laxus off? Was there still a part of him that wanted validation?

He shook that thought away and looked at his opponent. He did what he always did and blocked out the rest of the room. It was as if shadows had enveloped the rest of the room, leaving just him, Acnologia and the ref alone. The ref went through the normal speech that Laxus had memorised by now, and Laxus offered his hand to Acnologia to shake, as was customary. His opponent looked at the hand and stepped back without shaking it.

Spurred on by the rebuttal, Laxus took his mark and got into position. Acnologia did the same, and Laxus looked him up and down. He was as muscular as Laxus was, with an impassive expression on his face. From what he knew about this man, he knew it would be a tough fight, but he could do it.

"And, begin!" The ref shouted.

They both lurched forward, grappling and struggling against each other. All of Laxus' hesitations and anxieties seemed to drown away, replaced by the familiar feeling of a man fighting him. This was his future, where he was in his element, and he could do this.

It was a difficult fight from the off. Acnologia was a brutal and strong man, and his holds were nearly impossible to get out from. Laxus wasn't a slouch either, and he was holding off the man's assaults. Laxus sprung forward, wrapping his arms around Acnologia's waist and slamming him hard against the mat. Acnologia struggled against him, and in doing so slammed an elbow into his stomach. Laxus coughed, and the action let Acnologia struggle out of his hold.

Not put off, Laxus hooked an arm between the man's legs, the other hand wrapping around his back. It was a fireman's hold, and Laxus was standing with Acnologia over his shoulders a moment later. He flung the man to the ground, his back thudding heavily against the mat.

Laxus looked down at the man, who was grinning. It was maniacal.

Acnologia jumped forward, wrapping his arms around Laxus' legs below the knee, trapping them together and taking away his balance. Laxus could only stumble, falling so that he was held over Acnologia's shoulders. He was thrown to the mat with a thud and groaned slightly at the pain of the impact.

They began to grapple with each other again, circling each other and trying to push the other closer to the edge of the mat. Laxus shot forward when he saw an opening, but Acnologia had obviously set a trap, as he sidestepped. Laxus felt arms restraining his arms, and realised he was being held in a full nelson.

That was banned in this league. The ref should be stopping it.

Boos and calls for the ref to do something filled the room, but the man was doing nothing. Laxus looked over at him to see he wasn't acting and looked… scared! The goddamn referee was scared of Acnologia! What was the fucking point of him being there then? Fuck, Laxus needed to get out of this, now!

He couldn't do anything though, he was fully restricted. Acnologia was pulling him back further and further, and only stopped when they were in the middle of the mat. Dread pooled in Laxus' stomach; Acnologia didn't want to win, he wanted to hurt Laxus.

Well, if Acnologia could fight dirty, so could Laxus.

He rammed his heel into Acnologia's knee in a backwards kick and stumbled forward. He turned immediately and tackled the man to the ground, trying to pin him. In the back of his mind, he remembered what Gildarts had told him about tapping out but fuck that. If this prick wanted to fight dirty and make a spectacle out of Laxus, then he was going to have to get a taste of his own goddamn medicine.

The rush of adrenaline died almost immediately, because Acnologia laughed. He had fallen into another trap.

Acnologia had his arms wrapped around Laxus' waist with his arms pinned by his side, and the man's strength was overwhelming. Laxus couldn't fight against the man as he was lifted up. His eyes were wide as Acnologia flipped them both over, the world blurring around them.

Laxus landed on the mat head first. The impact hit his neck.

There was a crack.

The last thing Laxus saw was Ivan's impassive face, before everything went black.

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Freed shot up from his seat the moment he saw Laxus' eyes close.

He had wanted to stop this the second he had seen the vicious look in Acnologia's eyes, but Gildarts had stopped him with a hand on his thigh to keep him seated. Freed had convinced himself that Laxus needed to do this on his own, and that he had something to prove to himself and that it wouldn't be right to get involved, but everything seemed so damn trivial now.

Laxus wasn't moving.

Yelling filled the room, and Freed hadn't been the only person to get up. Bickslow and Elfman were dragging Acnologia off of Laxus' body, pushing him away while yelling at him. Insults and demands were shouted, and wrestlers from other schools gathered behind Bickslow and Elfman to offer support when more of Ivan's team looked ready to get involved.

Freed ignored them all, running onto the mat and to Laxus' still unmoving body. The referee, who had been useless, tried to stop him, but Freed walked straight past him. He shrugged off the man's hand, and suddenly he heard Gildarts yelling.

"What the hell is the point of you if you're too scared of the competitors," Gildarts growled at the ref. "Why didn't you stop it."

Drowning the sound out, Freed fell to his knees beside Laxus' body and looked down at him in panic. He didn't know what to do - he had no idea. He'd been playing through every scenario he could think of about how today would go, and not once had he thought this would happen. It was Laxus; he had to be fine.

When Freed found himself running his hands through Laxus' hair, they came out wet.

He was bleeding.

"He needs an ambulance," Freed said, voice quiet, but it cut through the fighting between Gildarts and the ref.

"There's one on sight, kid," Gildarts said, placing a hand on his shoulder. He looked at the ref with a nasty glare. "Get 'em. Now."

The ref was running off a moment later, but Freed didn't watch him. He was cradling Laxus' hand, looking down at his unmoving body with dread and fear. Laxus was just so… still. He'd never seen him like this. Laxus was always moving; always! Even in his sleep he couldn't stay still, but on the mat, he looked so… lifeless.

"Wake up Laxus," Freed whispered desperately. "Just open your eyes. You're scaring me."

Why wouldn't he move. He should be moving!

"Laxus, please," Freed choked out a sob. "Just, please move."

"Come on kid," Gildarts said, and he tried to drag Freed away. Freed wouldn't let him. "Paramedics are here, Freed. They need space."

Freed felt himself being pulled away, and Laxus' hand dropped limply to the floor as two paramedics started to look Freed over. Freed was pulled off the mat and stood watching everything happening with a lifeless expression. It was as if the world was happening around him, and he couldn't do anything to stop it.

They were taking Laxus onto a stretcher, and Freed wanted to be there with him. He went to follow, but Gildarts stopped him again. He was saying something, probably explaining why he couldn't go with him, but Freed didn't listen.

But for a different voice, he did listen.

"So," The nasally, raspy voice appeared to Freed's left. "You're the boyfriend, are you?"

That had been the only thing that could tear Freed's eyes away from Laxus, who was being blocked by the paramedics now.

"I shouldn't be shocked," Ivan continued, looking Freed up and down slowly. It was revolting. "They say there's a queer in every family, it makes sense that it was him. Though I must admit, you're something of a disappointment. Weak."

"What did you just say?" Freed said, voice devoid of emotions.

"If he has to sleep with men, I would rather he find a man with a hint of masculinity," Ivan commented. "If he had the good manners to be fucked by someone who could make up for his shortcomings, then perhaps I could have made peace with it. Someone with an ounce of loyalty, someone with a spine. But, alas, he ended up with a… whatever it is you are."

Gildarts was yelling, but Freed couldn't hear it. Blood was rushing around his head and drowning everything else out.

With his parents, that righteous anger he had wanted had never come. It had been diluted and worn down by the lingering need he still had for their approval. The fire he should have held for them had died out, because they were his parents. But Ivan was a man that he had no loyalties for, none at all. The only word Freed could come up with was inhumane.

What else could he be? How could a man stand there, watching his only child being knocked unconscious, and not care? No; he hadn't just watched, he had facilitated it. Ivan had trained Acnologia, had made a team focused on hurting people for the sake of it, rather than celebrating the sport. And then, rather than seeing if his son was safe, he had walked over to Freed to gloat. To insult his son.

How could he do that? He could a man be so cruel? How could he keep getting away with hurting Laxus again and again?

Not anymore.

"Shut up," Freed said, looking up at Ivan. Ivan looked at him, and he seemed amused.

"Excuse me?" He asked, voice uncaringly patronising.

"I told you to shut up," Freed promised, and Ivan laughed. "You need to shut up, and leave, before I do something regrettable."

"You're going to do something regrettable, are you?" Ivan whispered, grabbing Freed's left arm and yanking him close. "You?"

"You get your damn hands off-" Gildarts began.

Freed's didn't think. His fist was flying through the air before he could stop it.

The punch cracked into Ivan's jaw with a loud thud, and the blood in Freed's ears was screaming at him. Pain reverberated down Freed's arm in ripples and he knew he should be feeling it, but he couldn't. All he could feel was a brutal, manic satisfaction. Years of his own parents shit, and the knowledge of what Ivan had done to Laxus mixed together. Blind rage took over him, and the red mist descended.

For a moment, the room seemed silent. Freed's heart beat in his skull, and he watched as Ivan staggered back. He looked shocked, then took a step forward. "You fucking prick!"

Freed lurched forward and punched him again.

Ivan was swaying on his feet, and Freed felt an adrenaline high coursing through him. No man should have this much power over Laxus; no man at all! And definitely not a man so pathetic as Ivan.

That's what he was. Pathetic. A weak, cruel bully.

"I'll fucking kill you," Ivan roared, stepping forward.

He didn't have the chance, because Freed felt every injustice flooding him. Every night of tears that he hid from his parents, every day he had wasted trying to defer to their ideas of who he should be, every cruel and unnecessary thing he had said that had cut down on his self worth. The knowledge that Ivan had done this to Laxus was too much to bear.

A roar split his lips as he punched Ivan for the third time.

Ivan staggered forward a step, stumbled back onto his ass, and collapsed onto the floor at Freed's feet.

"Fuck you," Freed whispered before spitting down at the man, hitting him right on the eye.

With the blood hammering through him, Freed stormed away and out of the gym. Fuck the tournament, fuck the cameras, fuck the man spluttering on the floor, and fuck everything. He had somewhere else to be.

——

Two Days Later

"Well, you seem to be recovering well," The nurse, Porlyusica, said as she stepped back from the bed Laxus has been trapped in for the past few days. "Which is good."

"Didn't know you cared?" Laxus laughed, but his voice was slightly strained.

He didn't have a great memory of what had happened in the tournament. He remembered the press conference, waiting in the corridor, and what he and Freed had done in the gym before. He remembered the nerves and the fear that he'd felt just before going into the tournament, but pretty much everything after that had been a blurry mess.

The hospital staff had told him more or less what happened. Acnologia has used illegal moves and fought dirty, and Laxus had been knocked out cold. The force of the blow had been so great that the skin on the back of his neck had burned away, leading to a small amount of blood loss. That hadn't been too bad of an injury and paled significantly when compared to the bad concussion he'd sustained, that had been why his body had given up. It was a bad injury, but Laxus had been thankful it hadn't been worse. At least he hadn't broken anything.

"Live or die, I couldn't care less," Porlyusica shrugged. "But this means you can have visitors, and your boyfriend has been a complete pain."

"Freed?" Laxus asked. "He okay?"

"If overwhelming stubbornness, consistent lack of respect for hospital rules, and the ability to sleep on the floor two nights in a row is okay, then yes."

"He's been sleeping here?" Laxus asked. Why hadn't he been told?

"Yes, it's incredibly annoying," She huffed, placing the clipboard with Laxus' information on it back to the edge of the bed. "Would you like me to let him in or not?"

"Yeah. Fuck yeah," Laxus nodded. Porlyusica shot him a glare, but he ignored it.

She left the room, and Laxus sat up on the bed, using the pillows as a backrest. He was only wearing a medical gown, since he apparently had to be cut out of his singlet so they could check on all the bruises he'd gained in the match to be sure none of them were more than cosmetic. He hadn't seen a mirror, but he was pretty sure that he didn't look great. He ran his hand through his hair, fidgeting slightly. He knew it was stupid for him to be nervous about seeing Freed, but he was only human.

Not only hadn't he seen Freed, he hadn't been able to talk to him. Or anyone. His phone had been left in the locker room with everything else, and nobody had been allowed to visit him, so he had no idea what had been happening outside of his ward. Most of his time had been spent worrying about Freed and how he was coping.

It was funny, He hardly had even thought about Ivan once. It put things into perspective.

The doors opened about a minute later, and Freed walked in. He looked dishevelled, tired, and- why the fuck was his wrist in a cast?

"What the fuck happened to your wrist?" Laxus demanded.

"Are you okay?" Freed asked at the same time. "Answer me first."

"I'm fine," Laxus asked, unable to look away from the cast wrapped around Freed's wrist. When Freed didn't speak, Laxus forced his gaze upwards. Freed looked annoyed and worried in equal parts. "I got a concussion and the skin on the back of my neck got damaged. I'm fine. What happened to your wrist?"

"You passed out and weren't moving," Freed said, ignoring the question. "Stop being flippant and tell me how you are."

"I'm fine," Laxus reiterated. Freed didn't look convinced, so Laxus shifted slightly in the bed so that he was pushed to one side. He patted the space to his right, inviting Freed to lie with him. Freed did it without thinking. "I get that it probably looked bad, I figured that out when everyone in this place started to treat me like glass. I'm not trying to downplay a concussion, I know that it's shitty and I'm not gonna go back to fighting like I did before until I recover, but I'm fine. I ain't fragile, I ain't broken. I'm fine."

Freed considered. He looked Laxus up and down, then placed a hand on Laxus' neck where the impact had been worse. Laxus felt something, but it wasn't painful. It was that middle ground between pain and normal pressure. Freed pushed further, harder, and Laxus still didn't react.

"Fine," Freed admitted. "I suppose they wouldn't let me in if you weren't."

"Thank you," Laxus huffed, then looked down at the cast again. "Now, fucking tell me what happened to your wrist."

"I've brought you some things," Freed deflected, not even trying to be subtle. "Well, technically the coach did it, but at my request. It's your phone and wallet, a change of clothes as well since I assumed you'd need one. Oh, and a blanket, because hospital sheets are hardly comfortable."

Laxus glared down at Freed as he reached into a large bag he'd been holding. He took his phone and allowed a soft, fluffy blanket to be tucked over the both of them, but didn't give up his unimpressed expression.

"I had to turn your phone off," Freed said, just as Laxus was going to speak. "You were getting constant phone calls and texts, and it was getting to be too much. I did write a tweet to say that you didn't have access to your phone, so the messages should have at least slowed down by now, but I feel like you should be prepared. I'm sorry that I couldn't do more for you."

"Freed," Laxus snapped, grabbing Freed's arm. "What the hell did you do to your mother fucking arm!" Freed looked away, and Laxus wanted to snarl. He would have, but Porlyusica walked in at that moment. "Porlyusica, you know what this idiot did to his arm?"

"He sprained it," She huffed. "Which was yet another reason why he shouldn't have been sleeping on the floor. Not that he would listen, of course."

"How'd you do that?" Laxus demanded looking at Freed with worry.

"You can watch it happen on YouTube," Porlyusica answered for him. "It's still 'trending', if that's the ridiculous term that's still being used."

What the hell had Laxus missed?

Pulling out his phone, Laxus tapped on the YouTube app. He quickly navigated to the tending list and, after looking over the top few, he saw the only video that might be related to Freed. It was from the College Wrestling Federation, with the title 'Drama Unfolds Between Ivan Dreyar & Son's Boyfriend.' He tapped on it, despite Freed's protest.

He had to skip past a few clips of his fight with Acnologia, and eventually the video showed Freed. Freed and Ivan. Laxus tensed, fist clenching. What the hell had his father done to Freed?

Ivan grabbed Freed's arm, and Laxus wanted to punch the fucker!

But then Freed did it. Then again. Then a third time.

Laxus watched with wide eyes as Ivan was knocked on his ass. No doubt he looked stupid, but Laxus didn't care, because he was too busy looking at Freed's thunderous face as he stormed towards the fire exit of the gym. The video cut away to some text that Laxus didn't care to read, and he slowly looked towards Freed, who was avoiding his gaze.

"I know I shouldn't have done it," Freed apologised immediately. "I know that your relationship with your father is your business, not mine. This might have made it worse, and I regret it now. But I wasn't thinking straight, all I could think about was how you were bleeding and not moving, and he didn't care, and it was all his fault. He deserved it, and I'd do it again. But I am sorry."

"You fucking kicked his ass!" Laxus exclaimed, beaming with pride and joy. He pulled Freed into a passionate kiss, silencing Freed's babbles. It only lasted a moment before a thought struck him, and he pulled away. "What if he tries to get you for assault or something?"

"He won't," Freed assured him. "Are you sure you're not angry at me? I'd understand it if you were."

"Freed, it was badass, but he's a bastard. He probably went to the police already."

"He hasn't," Freed placed a hand on Laxus' chest to calm him. "Somewhat ironically, my parents saw to that. The video made the news and they quickly paid him off, giving him enough hush money to make sure he would never pursue legal actions. Only to protect their reputation, of course, but at least it does benefit me, and I think I've tarnished their reputation to the point nothing they do can fix it."

"Oh," Laxus said. He didn't know how to feel about that.

"Is something wrong?"

"No, no it's good you won't get shit for this," Laxus shook his head. "It's just, it's fucking annoying he always gets away with shit. He was a dick, he hurt people, and your parents ended up giving him a shit load of money. Just kinda feels like he's always winning. But, that's stupid. Ignore me."

"No, I thought the same thing," Freed said, then moved out of Laxus' arms, reaching into his bag again. He placed a small stack of paper on Laxus' lap. "That's why I did this."

"What is this?" Laxus asked, picking the paper up.

"Well, you know how when you were stressed you remade my bedroom? This is my version of that," Freed explained, shifting so that he was leaning against Laxus' side, cuddling up to him. Laxus wrapped an arm around his shoulders and tugged him closer. "It's, to put it simply, an expose against your father. It contains testimonials from his old team, who didn't fall for his manipulations like his current team did. Stories of abuse and mistreatment from all of them; and more than ten of them said he tried to force steroids on them just like he did you."

"Mother fucker," Laxus growled.

"Gildarts has also said he'd be happy to go on record explaining what actually happened with his dismissal," Freed continued. "I haven't contacted anyone about publishing it yet, of course. It's entirely up to you whether anything comes of this, but I know that this is enough to tank his career and ruin him for good. It's up to you."

Laxus, who had been skim reading the report, looked up at Freed. "You wrote this?"

"I did," Freed nodded. Laxus was quickly reminded that Freed only took photography as his minor. His major was in journalism.

"Then I trust you did it well. I wanna have it published," Laxus felt right saying it. There was no doubt about it; Ivan needed to have this happen. "Is it that easy though? Can we just give it to a newspaper and hope they print it?"

"Well, do you remember the reporter who asked you about your father in the conference?" Freed asked, and Laxus nodded. "He's called Jellal Fernandes. He wasn't just looking for drama, he apparently has been trying to gather evidence against your father for a long while. He came to the hospital, and we spoke for a while. When you get past his general personality, he's not so bad. But, more importantly, he works for the Magnolia Post."

"Shit," Laxus whistled. "That's big. You trust him?"

"I do," Freed nodded. "He's a reputable journalist, and, truth be told, this wasn't our first interaction. In fact, the first thing he said to me was that he enjoyed my previous performance."

"He saw your stripping?" Laxus barked, and Freed laughed.

"Not that one," Freed promised. "He was one of the guests at my engagement party and saw me explode at everyone. Not only didn't he not write about it, but he said that he was impressed. Perhaps he was just trying to make me like him, but he seems to genuinely focus on the truth in his work, so I would have trusted him either way."

Laxus nodded slightly. "I'll trust him if you do. Do whatever you need to do."

"Okay," Freed nodded, then placed the report back into his bag. "You're sure you're feeling okay?"

"Yes, idiot," Laxus assured him by burying his face into the crook of Freed's neck.

They rested like that for a while, and Laxus found his hand trailing over Freed's stomach absentmindedly. He had been devoid of the man's presence for two days and - considering they stuck to each other like glue at the house - Laxus felt like he had been entirely short changed by Freed's absence, and he needed to remedy the fact. And, it was nice to have Freed so close to him, no matter the situation.

Without meaning to, Laxus' hands slid between the bottom of Freed's shirt, and he frowned when he did. That didn't feel like skin. It felt like… No way!

Slowly, Laxus slid Freed's shirt up, and grinned wide at what he saw. Freed avoided his gaze again, and his cheeks were flaming red. Laxus' stomach was a churning mess of delight, because under his clothes, Freed was wearing Laxus' old singlet again.

"Don't even say anything," Freed snapped. Laxus didn't, and Freed apparently couldn't deal with the silence. "Look, you told me that it used to be your lucky charm, right? You outgrew it, but I thought that, given how superstitious athletes could be, it made sense for one of us to wear it just in case it gave you any luck at all. I haven't been home since I got here, and honestly, I forgot about it. Shut up."

Laxus hadn't said anything. He had thought about a lot of things he could say.

That it was cute how embarrassed Freed was.

That it made Laxus feel warm inside that Freed had thought about that.

That Freed beating his father up while wearing a singlet with Laxus' name on the ass was the hottest thing Laxus could think of.

He didn't say any of those things though.

"Freed, I fuckin' love you," He gasped the words out.

"W-What?" Freed stuttered.

"I love you so fucking much," Laxus confessed, and leant down to kiss Freed deep and slow.

It was right, all of this was so right. Of course, he loved this man, who wouldn't. Freed had to know that Laxus adored everything about him, and that he was so madly and deeply in love with him that he would do anything to make him feel good. Freed, as far as Laxus was concerned, was perfection. He could only hope that the kiss was showing all of that, because Laxus didn't know the words to say it.

Freed pulled away, looking dazed and delighted in equal parts. His eyes were flickering all over Laxus' face, and then a beaming smile split open his lips.

"I love you too."

That was all Laxus had ever needed to hear. He pulled Freed onto his lap, sat up and wrapped his arms around the man's waist, before kissing him again. He loved this man, and he was loved in return. What else could he want - what else was there to say - this was all he had ever needed.

They loved each other, and all their worries fell away.

#Fraxus #freed justine #laxus dreyar #freed x laxus #fairy tail #Modern AU #College AU #Wrestling AU #Fanfic #Multi chapter #Word Count: 7k

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thatshithurted8 · 4 years ago

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Kiss Cam

Summary: Rafe takes reader out on a date to see her first ever hockey game. However, feelings are revealed when they are shown on the jumbotron for the kiss cam.

Pairing: Rafe x !PogueReader!

Word Count: 4.1k

Flashbacks are in italics!

A/N I know Rafe is a horrible character and person in the show, but he has so much potential for character development and I love Drew. So I decided to write a fluffy fic to show off Rafe’s soft side that he doesn’t show often.

Never in a million years would you believe anyone if they told you a year ago that you would have a massive crush on Rafe Cameron. You would simply laugh in their face and walk away. However, that all changed one night when you were working a night shift at the 24 hour diner.

You internally groan to yourself when you come out from the kitchen after cleaning up the empty tables. Sitting in a booth on the other side of the diner was Topper, Kelce and Rafe.

Normally this wouldn’t be a problem. After all the diner was 24 hours, but you didn’t want to deal with the spoiled Kooks and the shit they tended to pull. You walk over to the only occupied table in the quiet diner with a closed mouth smile on your face as you pull out your note pad from your apron.

“Hey guys what can I get for you guys to drink?” You ask, causing the three boys to look at you. They were all intoxicated and were wanting something to eat to ease their late night munchies.

“We don’t need anything to drink Y/N.” Topper says putting a half empty bottle of vodka on the table in front of him, causing him and Kelce to snicker. Rafe would’ve laughed along with his friends, but he was starting to sober up and he was dreading going home as his father would ridicule him in the morning for ditching his responsibilities and partying instead.

You let out a sigh knowing the shit show has just begun. “Uh Topper you can’t bring outside drinks in here.”

The blond rolls his eyes and brings the bottle to his lips, letting the alcohol fall into his mouth and down his throat, before handing it to Kelce who does the same.

“If you aren’t going to respect the diners rules then I’m going to have to ask you guys politely to leave.” You say starting to get more annoyed by the second.

“Aweh come on Y/N lighten up and have some.” Topper slurs while waving the glass bottle in your face.

You open your mouth to ask them to leave, but Rafe beat you to it. “Topper fuck off and leave her alone.”

Both you and Topper furrow your eyebrows in confusion at the boys comment. You’ve never really spoken to Rafe before, but you know all about his notorious reputation so hearing him stand up for you left you dumbfounded. Anxiety was washing over Rafe and he was done with his friends immature tendencies for the night.

“Come on man we’re just having some fun.” Topper slurs.

Rafe didn’t want to be there and he could tell neither did you. “Let’s just go.” He says stepping out of the booth, his friends instinctively following him.

You watch as Kelce and Topper stumble to the exit while passing each other the bottle of vodka before looking back at Rafe who was opening up his wallet. Rafe pulls out sixty dollars and places it on the table despite the group of teens not ordering anything.

“For dealing with our bullshit.” He says looking at you with dilated eyes before walking out of the diner with his friends.

Ever since that night you and Rafe started to run into each other more and more often. It seemed like every party you would attend he would be there too and vice versa. Eventually one night you both started talking to each other, drunk out of your minds.

“Nice costume.” Rafe says sitting down beside you on the couch, refrencing your referee costume. You were wearing a long sleeve striped shirt with a helmet and all, the only thing you were missing were skates.

You look over at the boy beside you and smirk at what he was wearing. Rafe was wearing a North Carolina Hurricane jersey and was accompanied by a stick. A part of you was envious of the Kook beside you. Being a Pogue meant a lot of things, but mainly was that you didn’t come from wealth, nor did you have a lot of money. So seeing him wearing a jersey with your favourite hockey teams logo on it made you a tiny bit jealous. You’ve always wanted one, but jerseys were ridiculously expensive.

“Which player are you? Slavin? Staal? Aho? Fleury?” You ask naming off some of the players that play for the Canes.

Rafe’s eyes almost pop out of his head when he realizes you watch hockey. “You like the Canes too?”

You roll your eyes and move closer to Rafe due to the loud music. “Uh duh.”

With that being said you and Rafe Cameron spent the rest of the night talking about hockey and getting to know each other. It turned out that you two actually had a lot more in common than you initially thought. Rafe was also showing you a side of him that not a lot of people saw, but this only made you realize that you judged the misunderstood boy too soon.

After the Halloween party at Kelce’s, Rafe would show up to the diner more often just to see you. He eventually would ask you to hang out and watch the Canes play on his flat screen tv at his house. Since you were such a big fan of the Hurricanes you couldn’t turn down his offer, especially knowing the reception at your house wasn’t good so you couldn’t watch it there. Both yours and Rafe’s love for the sport led to him surprising you one night.

“Come on come on!” You yell standing in front of the tv. Rafe stayed sitting on the couch leaning forward while watching you and the screen.

You two watch intently as a player on the Boston Bruins skated towards your goalie in a breakaway, two Hurricane players speeding after him in desperation to get the puck out of his possession.

However, they were too late as the Bruins player shoots the puck and scores, winning the game in overtime.

“Fuck this shit!” You groan walking back to the couch and collapsing dramatically beside Rafe.

Rafe also sits back in defeat, but he wasn’t as nearly as upset as you were. That mainly had to do with the surprise he had for you. “Aweh it’s okay Y/N they’ll beat em next time.” Rafe coos leaning over and wrapping his arms around you, but you push his arms away sulking.

“I fucking hate the Bruins!” You exclaim standing up to go on another rant about how much you despised the team. Rafe was all too familiar with your rant about your least favourite team in the league, but he would never stop you from venting. After all, he thought it was so cute how worked up you got about hockey.

After getting to know you Rafe realized that he was starting to catch feelings for you which said a lot considering he didn’t feel much anymore. It scared him at first when his palms would get sweaty or his stomach would flutter whenever he was around you, but he realized all he wanted was to see you happy. Which leads to the surprise he had planned for you.

“I know what will cheer you up. Stay here.” Rafe says standing up and grabbing the empty popcorn bowl.

You sit back down on the couch with a huff while you waited for the boy you were starting to fall for to return. However, your thoughts were clouded by the game that just happened. It made you frustrated since they were so close to winning and the team you hated most were the ones to win instead.

Rafe walks back into the living room without the popcorn bowl and his hands behind his back. You furrow your eyebrows in confusion, thinking he was just going to get you more popcorn to cheer you up.

The brunette walks over to you and sits back down. You look at him expectantly as he shows you what is behind his back. Your eyes instantly widen and your mouth falls open. In between Rafe’s fingers were two tickets to a North Carolina Hurricane game.

“Surprise!” He says gracing a rare smile on his lips.

“No fucking way!” You scream, covering your mouth. Good thing you two were the only ones home or Ward would have your head for being so loud.

Rafe hands the tickets to you causing your breath to hitch in shock. “You’re playing with me.” You say looking down at the tickets in your hands then back up at Rafe.

He smirks and shakes his head. “I know you’ve never been to a game and have wanted to always go.”

You quickly place the tickets to your first ever NHL game on the coffee table before tackling the boy in front of you, causing him to laugh and his heart to skip a beat at the touch.

“Thank you so much Rafe.” You say before placing a soft kiss on his cheek then sitting back up to examine the tickets with admoration.

A week and a half has gone by and the day you have been anticipating for has finally come. Currently you and Rafe were trying to find a parking spot at PNC Arena. You two left early that morning from the Outer Banks ensuring you guys would get there early that way you could look around.

Rafe finally finds a parking spot and grabs a back pack from the back seat after he parks. You watch as he pulls out two Canes jerseys one for you and one for him.

“It’s a little big, but you can’t go to a hockey game and not wear a jersey.” He says passing one of his jerseys to you. You blush and your heart skips a beat at Rafe’s sweet gesture.

You both put the jerseys on and you put on your Hurricane beanie, the only memorabilia you did own before getting out of his truck. After locking the truck Rafe turns to look at you, his hat flipped backwards and he couldn’t stop the thoughts running through his mind. You looked so good wearing his jersey, but he wondered what you would look like wearing it with nothing underneath?

He shakes the dirty thoughts out of his head as you two start to walk towards the doors of the arena. Your excitement was practically radiating off of you with every step you took. Rafe loved how happy you were, especially knowing it was because of him.

Earlier that morning before he picked you up, Rafe was debating on hitting a line to ease his nerves, but he ultimately decided against it. Simply because he doesn’t want you to see that side of him. The side of him that everyone gossiped about. The side of him that made him the black sheep of the Cameron family. The side of him that made him a fuck up with no future.

You guys go through security pretty quickly, but Rafe could tell your mood faltered slightly when you saw the crowded hallways of the arena. Despite being early there were still large crowds of people walking around, trying to find their seats.

“Here hold my hand.” He says bending down to your ear so you could hear over the loud chatter of Canes fans and Tampa Bay fans alike.

Your guys’ hands intertwine, causing heat to rush to your face. His hand was so big and rough in contrast to yours, but you liked it. As you two walk around the arena and through crowds of people Rafe runs his thumb softly on your skin in a soothing motion.

After walking around the large arena for a bit you find a photo booth and you instantly drag Rafe over to it, causing the tall boy to groan. You push the curtain out of the way, stepping in with Rafe following after you.

“Was this made for a child? Holy shit.” He remarks noticing how small the seat was. Both of you couldn’t fit on it which resorted in Rafe pulling you onto his lap, causing the butterflies in your stomach to flutter.

You click a few buttons and enter in a two dollar bill despite Rafe’s objections of paying for the picture stub. The camera starts to count down from 3 and you wrap an arm around Rafe’s neck.

“Silly face!” You exclaim, sticking out your tongue and crossing your eyes. Rafe copies you and sticks his tongue out, but he turns his head making it look like he was about to lick your cheek. The camera flashes signalling the first picture was taken.

Rafe pulls you closer to him as the camera counts down again. Just before the camera flashes he licks your cheek causing you to start laughing while trying to wipe his saliva off of you.

“Rafe!” You exclaim while laughing, realizing that was the second picture.

He simply shrugs his shoulders with a smile on his face then turns his attention to the camera that was counting down. Without hesitating you turn your head and place one of your hands on the other side of his face. You place your lips softly on his flushed cheek as the camera flashes, taking the third picture.

Deciding to copy you Rafe does the same thing as the last picture, except he was kissing your cheek this time. After the fourth picture was taken he pulls away, but you two stare into each others eyes, both flustered by what you two just did.

Your eyes glance down to his lips then back to his eyes. Rafe slowly moves in and so do you to the point your lips are inches away from each other and his minty breath was fanning against your mouth.

Just as you were about to eliminate the distance between you two the camera flashes, taking the last picture, causing you to turn your attention to the slot that the pictures come out of.

You reach forward, your arm still wrapped around Rafe’s shoulders and pick up the freshly printed pictures. Both of you analyze the pictures which made your hearts skip a beat at the same time. You put the photo stubs into your purse before getting out of the photo booth and entangling your hands again.

As you two walk around the arena, exploring while the smell of popcorn and cotton candy filled your senses, Rafe noticed you eyeing a stuffed animal every time you guys walked by a merchandise stand. He finally pulls you over towards one and picks up the stuffed animal.

“Do you want one?” He asks handing the plushy of the teams mascot, Stormy over to you.

You smile down at the stuffed animal in your hands, but you put it back onto the display stand with wide eyes once you saw the price. Forty dollars just for a stuffed animal, it was ridiculous. You had other expenses to take care of back at home. You couldn’t go around spending your money every time you wanted something, even though you wished you could.

Rafe furrows his eyebrows and picks it back up, looking at the price before walking over to the cash register.

“Rafe it’s too expensive I’ll find something cheaper.” You say pulling him towards you before he could get to the check out.

“You’ve been eyeing this ever since we got here. I’ll just buy it for you.” He says turning back around, but you stop him again. Him noticing the little things made you blush, but you weren’t going to allow him to buy it for you. He’s already spent a shit ton of money on you with getting the tickets and gas to the arena.

“No it’s okay.” You say trying to grab it from him to put it back, but he simply raises it above your head. You groan and step onto your tipy toes to try and grab it, but he just raises it higher, an amused smile present on his face.

The brunette walks over to the check out with the stuffed animal over his head while you continue to try to grab it from him. However, your attempts fail and Rafe ends up spending forty dollars on a stuffed animal for you.

He hands it to you with a satisfied smile on his face, but you try your best to pretend you were annoyed that he didn’t listen. After all you didn’t want him spending his money on you. However, Rafe looked so happy with his actions that you weren’t going to put up a stink.

“Thank you.” You say softly then hugging the stuffed animal of the ice hog.

“Anything for you.” Rafe says before he grabs your hand and you two continue to walk around. You spot Stormy the ice hog aka the teams mascot aka the life size version of your new stuffed animal. You squeal and speed walk over to the person wearing the costume, while dragging a laughing Rafe.

You hand your phone over to Rafe and walk over to Stormy. You wrap your arms around the fuzzy mascot while looking at the camera with a smile going from ear to ear. Rafe snaps a few pictures, but seeing you smile like that made his heart race.

After your photo op with Stormy you walk over to Rafe while a little kid runs into the mascots arms. “Lets get a picture together.” You say before asking a middle aged lady to take a photo of you two.

Rafe wraps his arm around you and you place one of your hands on his chest. You two smile into the camera before retrieving your phone back from the nice lady.

“Thank you.” You say smiling to her.

“You guys are a cute couple.” She says looking between you two then walking away.

Both you and Rafe blush and heat washes over your guys bodies. However, you quickly distract yourself from the sensation by looking at the pictures that were taken. The first picture was both of you smiling at the camera, causing you to smile at how cute Rafe looked. The second picture you were smiling into the camera, your hand still on Rafe’s chest. However, he was looking down at you with love and admiration. Which only made your heart beat faster.

The second period was about to end and Carolina was down by two. This didn’t make Rafe happy whatsoever especially since the referees were clearly favouring the other team. It was sort of comedic seeing Rafe so angry considering you were usually the one to get emotionally invested in the games. But seeing Rafe get so angry and worked up made you feel a certain type of way.

The buzzer goes off signalling the end of the second period. As players skate off of the ice and fans go to get food and use the wash room an exasperated Rafe cups his hands around his mouth while standing.

“Hey ref’s are you pregnant? Cause you missed two periods!” The boy yells at the refs getting off of the ice before sitting back down beside you annoyed. You and the fans around you guys start to laugh at his comment. Hearing your laugh makes Rafe feel better and shortly after a small smile is present on his face.

“I’ve never seen you so upset over a game.” You say to him.

“Well the refs are making shitty calls and besides I want them to win for my girl.” He says looking around the arena and placing his large hand on your thigh.

My girl. The butterflies in your stomach seem to be doing somersaults at his words. Too flustered to say anything you simply place your head on Rafe’s shoulder, inhaling his scent while playing with his fingers.

The loud music in the arena lowers causing both of you to direct your attention to the jumbotron that was flashing every colour or the rainbow.

“And now ladies and gentlemen, it’s time for the kiss cam!” The announcer says throughout the speakers.

Rafe snuggles closer to you as the kiss cam falls onto an elderly couple. The husband didn’t notice he was being filmed and being put onto display in front of thousands of people before his wife pointed out the jumbotron.

The two kiss, causing the crowd to cheer and hoot for the older couple. You smile at this, hoping that one day you can find a love that is as lasting as theirs.

The next couple the kiss cam lands on is two young adults. Both of them notice right away and the crowd cheers them on. However, they both shake their heads in disgust while the guy mouths “She’s my sister.” This causes the crowd and both you and Rafe to laugh.

As you both watch intently for the camera to land on it’s next target your stomach drops when you see you and Rafe being projected onto the large screen.

You lift your head off of Rafe’s shoulder then look at him while laughing comfortably. A nervous smile is plastered across Rafe’s face, but as the crowds cheering gets louder the boy beside you starts to lean in.

The crowd goes crazy seeing your lips just mere inches from each other. You both stare into each others eyes, the shouting around you drowning out. Despite being in front of a crowd of thousands of people it felt like it was just you and Rafe.

“Can I?” He asks looking down at your lips before meeting your gaze once again.

You simply nod your head yes and Rafe wastes no time in placing his lips onto yours. The crowd erupts with more screams, cheers and wolf whistles. You kiss him back, placing your hand on his shoulder.

The kiss was soft, but yet so passionate and so telling of how each other felt. You’re the first to pull away, the camera still focused on you two. Without any hesitation you lean in kissing Rafe once again.

This time the kiss was deeper and Rafe caresses his hand against your cheek. The crowd cheers one last time before the camera moves onto it’s next unsuspecting victims. Rafe swipes his tongue along your bottom lip and you gladly give him access to your mouth, allowing the kiss to become deeper. However, you both pull away for a breath of air. Your guys’ surroundings set in as you do this.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for awhile.” Rafe says truthfully, sitting back and placing his hand back onto your thigh.

“Me too.” You softly say resting your head back onto his shoulder with a warm heart.

Rafe knew it was going to be a long day considering he had to drive three hours to the hockey arena and another three hours back to the cut and figure eight. Although, he didn’t expect you to pass out basically right away. After all, you spent a lot of time working night shifts at the diner.

With you being fast asleep it gave Rafe a lot of time to think to himself and he came to a lot of realizations. For starters he didn’t know if he was comfortable that you worked basically by yourself so late at night most of the times.

This worried him because the diner you worked at was a hangout place for both Pogues and Kooks alike, which means any one could walk in without seeming out of place. That being said Rafe’s anxious mind made him come up with a scenerio in his head where Barry would walk into the diner late at night, realize you were friends with him and do something to you since he still hasn’t payed him back.

But every time an intrusive thought slithered it’s way into his mind you would stir in your seat, causing Rafe to redirect his attention to you then back to the road. It was like you were trying to tell him to stop overthinking things.

After three hours of listening to the radio and his thoughts Rafe finally turns off of the highway and drives into Outer Banks. He stops at a stop light, the red light illuminating your face in the dark.

Rafe couldn’t help but admire you. You looked so peaceful resting your head against the window, while cuddling the stuffed animal he bought you. Rafe moves his thumb across your thigh in a soothing manner, but instantly hisses when the car behind him honks.

The brunette steps on the gas since the light turned green, but he makes sure to give the car behind him the finger. He didn’t want them waking you up.

With just a few minutes left in the car ride Rafe comes to one final realization for the night.

He was in love with you.

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Secret - Rafe Cameron

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Words: 3.9k+

Type: Fluff & Smut

Summary: Pogue!Y/N and Rafe have been dating for over a year and she has been keeping it a secret ever since.

Warnings: Fem!Reader. Quite bad writing, if you’re expecting an amazing smut, I’m sorry in advance. Mentions of Alcohol. Mentions of cheating (Sarah & Topper). IF YOU ARE MINOR, PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS!!

DO NOT REPOST, REWRITE OR TRANSLATE ANY OF MY WORK!

Part 2

Imagine how your life would be if you were a pogue and worked at a restaurant part time (which also does cater for many events in the island) yet dated a member of the richest family in the whole Outer Banks.

Now, that would be the big talk of the island, right?

Unless they didn’t know a thing.

And that is your reality. Nobody knows that you date Rafe, and you’re quite proud of how you two have been able to hide every single interaction.

Yes, there were very close calls a few times, but there was never once a day where you two were close to being caught.

Working as a waitress and caterer for most of the Cameron’s events was always a good enough justification for the two of you to be talking. So, nobody suspected a thing.

Not even Sarah. And not only are you insanely close (which is also bad for your friendship with the pogues), you don’t even know how many times you’ve slept over.

She never cared enough for her brother to know who sleeps with in his bed, so that worked in your favor as well.

“Wait, mom” You say while dragging the white box over in the back of your family’s car, “Weren’t we supposed to take the sliders in two boxes instead of a big one?”

As your mom studied you while deep in thought to check if you’re right, you lean on the side of the car as your phone starts to vibrate on your back pocket.

You pull it out to check who it is, and you decide to ignore it since it’s JJ asking if there’s any scraps from the food you’re taking to the Midsummers’ event.

“I think Rose told me yesterday by the phone that it could be one box” Your mom says, “We just have to be careful so that they don’t ‘look smushed’”

You grin at the sight of your mom air quoting the Rose’s words with a small annoyed look. Not that your mom doesn’t like Rose. She can’t, she’s her biggest client. And also gives amazing tips at the end of each event. But she is indeed annoying.

“That’s fine then” You say while shrugging.

“Can you go grab the last box while I go through everything?”

“Yeah, of course”

You run back in the house and go in the kitchen to get the last white box filled to the top with food. You don’t even know what you’re carrying sometimes.

You do have the curiosity to peek and check the delicious, yet cold food that your mom and her coworkers prepared. But ever since you tried to peek at the deserts and instead you saw a bunch of uncooked marinated meat. You never had the desire to do it again.

The disappointment was just too big.

You close the trunk once the last box is well put away and secured and walk all the way back to the driver’s seat.

“You have all the lists with you, right?” You check with your mom before driving off.

“Yes, Y/N. I will not forget them again”

(…)

“Rose, my dear, how are you?” Your mom asks right as she spots the blonde woman standing at the front of the mansion.

“I’m great, how are you?” Rose answers with a slightly less excited tone.

You jump out of the car as two men start walking towards it to help carrying everything to the back, where the event is going to take place.

“Y/N, I didn’t even see you there” Rose says as you open the trunk.

You look up at her and give her a small smile, followed by a whispered ‘hi’. You tell the workers where to take the white boxes with the desserts and you grab one with the raw meat (to be grilled later).

“Sarah is in the back, helping with the last decorations, if you want to go talk to her” Rose tells you as you walk past her, and you give her another small smile.

“Thank you”

You walk in the mansion and start to make your way to the backyard, finding Sarah standing on top of a ladder.

“Y/N!” She shouts as you walk out to stand beside her ladder, “What’s in the box?”

“Just… You know…” You start while looking up at her, “Food”

“Oh, come on! Let me just peek!”

“Nop”

You walk away from Sarah as she almost throws herself off the ladder to reach you faster. You make your way over to Heyward, Pope’s dad, but also one of the best cooks in all the rich events.

“I brough you the meats” You say with a playful tone as you’re close enough for him to hear you.

“Thank you, sweetheart” He says with a smile, finding what you said quite funny.

“Oh” Sarah says as she gets close to you, “It’s raw meat? I almost fell off of there and ran this whole backyard for raw meat?”

“Yes, Sarah Cameron” You say with a smile, “You sure did”

Once Heyward is done with storing the meat close to the griller, you turn back to the house, in hopes to get back to work, and Sarah lays her arm over your shoulders.

“How’s your day going?” She asks you.

“Going well, even though I would’ve preferred to stay home and watch a show on Netflix” You admit as you walk up the porch, “What about you?”

“It’s going great, I’m actually excited to this year’s Midsummers. Are you going to stay here the whole night?”

“As a worker, yeah”

“What? But I want to have some fun with you” Sarah says, sounding deeply saddened, “Can we at least share a drink? Like the old days” (old days aka last year)

“At the back, with all the waiters. Sure” You say with a smile.

Sarah groans loudly beside you as you keep walking towards the front door to look for your mom.

“Where’s the rest of your family?” You ask Sarah.

“Getting ready at home. Dad’s going to get here later than everyone since Rose still has to go home and change. Rafe, I believe, is coming in with the guys. And Wheezie… I have no idea, honestly”

“Oh okay”

“Why? Are you choosing me over one of my siblings?” She asks playfully.

“I mean…” You start, making her glare at you, “Wheezie is superior out of all of you”

Sarah gasps loudly but soon erupts into laugher as she almost chokes in her own spit. Once she regains her energy and composure, she speaks again.

“At least you didn’t say Rafe”

You breathe in at her words, holding back any physical way to show your distress over them and smile a bit.

“Yeah”

(…)

Two hours went by and the once empty mansion is now filled with all the rich families from the island. You have spent most of your time checking on all the boxes of food and other things, such as the small bags that each guest will take home (filled with seasonal dried flowers and overly expensive snacks).

Rose has always been a fan of these small bags, which means that she’s also overly obsessed with them being perfect and just like she imagined them.

And yes, you are just one of the caters, but since your mom is friends with Rose, your services are also brought up and offered in conversations many times as a ‘thank you for choosing us’.

You’re quickly surrounded with people wearing expensive, yet beautiful, dresses and suits.

Some of them mistaking you for a waitress and requesting drinks, in which you answered with a ‘sure’ before running to nearest waiter.

You’re wearing a white t-shirt tucked in your light purple cargo pants (color picked by Rose). The logo of your mom’s business is printed on the back of your shirt. And even with that, it still makes you stand out as much as the other colorful guests.

“Take this to the back, please” You hear someone say to the team of waiters behind you.

You snap back to reality and restart counting the bags laying on the table. As soon as you reach the last five, a wave of clapper fills your ears.

You look over your shoulder and the Cameron family walks down the white porch confidently.

Your eyes travel from Rose, all the away over to Wheezie, admiring the floral dress that her mom had chosen for her.

Rafe walks out behind Sarah, his eyes glued to the ground, ignoring the clapping around him (probably finding it an exaggeration). You hold your gasp at the sight of how amazing he looks, and before you could admire him for any longer, your mom screams for you.

“Y/N” Your mom calls, and you look back at her, “Can you give your opinion on something?”

You walk over to her, looking at the many drinks that are stored with the marinated meats.

“Don’t you think that this way too much alcohol for just the food that we’re doing out here?”

“Yeah, but Heyward might need more than we think” You say while shrugging, “You know how he is with his recipes”

She nods before answering.

“I’m starting to think his big secret ingredient is just alcohol. We’re just too drunk to taste it”

You roll your eyes at your mom’s dry joke and she chuckles at your expression.

“Sarah! Hi, sweetheart” Your mom says, looking at the person behind you.

“Hi, Mrs. Y/L/N. How’s everything going so far?” Sarah asks with a smile, being as cheerful and nice as your mother.

“Going great. You look amazing, by the way”

“Oh, why, thank you”

You stay in the middle of the conversation for a little bit more and your eyes travel through the guests, trying to see if someone needs something.

You find Rafe leaning back on the railing of the porch while talking to Kelce, Topper and two other friends; he looks somewhat entertained, which surprised you.

“Can I steal Y/N for a minute?” Sarah asks.

“Of course, she has done so much work so far. She’s free to go” Your mom answers.

Sarah pulls you by the hand with her to the middle of the party and starts taking you inside of the house.

“I need to tell you something very important” She says to you.

“A new gossip?”

“No. A new update in my life”

You two walk faster up the porch and you slow down, letting go of Sarah’s hand, when Kie notices you.

“Hi” She says with a smile.

You two share a small and quick hug and Sarah stands by you awkwardly, not wanting to disrupt your moment with her ex best friend. Kie looks her way and her eyebrows lift in annoyance.

“Will you be working all night?” She asks and you nod, “That’s a bummer, I wanted to hang out with you more”

“Me too. Once I find another free time tonight, I’ll try to find you”

“I’ll wait for that” She says with a smile, “Now go, I’m sure she needs to talk to you”

You look back at Sarah, who isn’t even bothering enough to give the dirty look back, and you grab her hand again, as a way to say, ‘let’s go’.

You two walk past the guys, that didn’t even notice you (or at least that’s what you think), and go find somewhere quiet to talk.

“Please don’t judge me for what I’m going to say to you” She starts, “It’s something very recent and unexpected”

Once you nod, she blurs it all out.

“John B?” You ask with a confused look, “You’re dating John B?”

“Not dating-dating” She corrects, “We’re… something”

“So, almost dating” You conclude, and she sighs, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that. I’m just shocked. But why now? Didn’t he work for your dad for years?”

“Yeah, but I didn’t exactly know him at the time” She explains, “You’re not mad at me, are you?”

“Of course not,” You say, and she sighs in relief. “But, Sarah- What about Topper?”

“I’ll break up with him”

Those words hit you like a train almost. Over the year you’ve been dating Rafe, Topper and you have started an amazing friendship. He would always help you find excuses when you would be almost found with Rafe, or something of the sort.

And one thing you know about him, is how much he actually cares for Sarah.

Not that you want to pressure Sarah into continuing a relationship with Top just because you’re friends with him. Of course not. You just think he deserves a good explanation on why everything is going on, and not just a simple ‘I don’t want to date you anymore’. And Sarah is extremely bad at that.

But yeah, you don’t know what is going on in their relationship, therefore, you can’t judge Sarah’s actions all that much.

“You won’t tell him, right?” Sarah asks you, snapping you back to reality, “I know you two are friends but, I want to be the one telling him”

“Of course. I won’t say a thing”

(…)

“Y/N!” You hear someone scream from behind you, “I’ve missed you”

You look at the person, to find Topper, exactly where he was previously with Rafe and Kelce. But this time, he’s only with Kelce.

“I’ve missed you too” You say with a small smile, walking towards them, “Where’s Rafe?”

“Getting a drink, I think”

Topper lays his arm over your shoulders and pulls you in closer to him.

“How’s the event going for you?” He asks.

“Fantastic” You sarcastically answer.

“It’s not going that well for us either” Kelce adds, “These events are always so boring”

You agree with him with a nod and someone appears next to you, Rafe. You eye him up and down, admiring the suit that was chosen for him, and he looks down at you.

“Shouldn’t you be working, Y/L/N?” He asks teasingly and Topper chuckles beside you.

“Fuck off, would you?”

A smile appears in his face and he looks up to look through the large amount of people.

“Where’s my sister?” He asks when looking back down.

You look at him confused.

“Drinking somewhere, why?”

“Inside?” He asks and you look at Topper and Kelce even more confused, trying to find some answers for his questions.

“Yes?”

“Can you show me?”

You blink at him a few times in silence while looking at him and slowly nod. You lean way from Topper and start walking towards the door you just walked off.

“Have fuuuun” Kelce sings and you look back at him.

Something in your mind clicks and you feel like the dumbest person alive. You look back at Rafe and he’s straight up laughing at your dumbfounded face.

“Oh my god” You whisper to yourself and keep walking.

You two walk back inside the room, filled with a lot of waiters chaotically working and some richer parents having their drink in the silence.

Some look up at Rafe and recognized him. They tried to start a conversation, which never goes past ‘hi’, but nothing that they’re used to getting for the young adult/teen rich kids.

His eyes stay glued on the ground as you two walk, sometimes carelessly looking up at your ass, which looks marvelous in those pants.

“Upstairs” He says so low that you almost don’t even hear him.

You two walk quickly up the stairs and as soon as you start making your way to one of the many empty rooms in the mansion.

Rafe’s arm circles your waist and pulls you against him as he holds your face with his other hand, pressing kisses all over your face.

Your giggles fill the hallway, echoing through the walls, and he makes a turn so the two of you enter a room. As he struggles to open the door, you turn around in his arms and smile up at him. He smiles back and pushes you in the room.

The door closes behind him and your lips touch right on that same second.

Right outside of the door and at the top of the stairs stands a lost JJ, looking for Sarah so he can finally give John B’s little note.

Or should he say Vlad?

They’re weird.

Rafe pulls your t-shirt from inside your pants and his hands attach to your skin under it. Goosebumps erupt through your skin as his cold skin touch yours. You get rid of his bowtie in a quick tug and start unbuttoning the first buttons of his dress shirt.

JJ walks through the hallways, kicking the ground in boredom, and looks at all the closed doors.

Should he peek inside each one?

But there are so many.

Rafe’s expensive blazer hits the ground and he picks you up once you pull away from the kiss. He sits you on top of the desk and pulls away to help you take off your shoes.

As they hit the ground loudly, your hands clasp into his cheeks and you pull him for another soft kiss.

Rafe smiles into the kiss and pushes you to lay down on the desk. He throws the unused notebooks, pens and blank books onto the ground, making you chuckle at his desperation.

JJ lifts his head at the loud noise and looks through the closed doors confused.

What in the hell was that?

“JJ?” Kie asks and JJ jumps at the sudden sound.

“Jesus Christ” He says while laying his hand over his chest.

“What are you doing here?”

He can’t tell her that he’s here to give something to Sarah. Especially that that something was given to him by John B.

“Uhm… Looking for…” He starts, itching the back of his head, “Pope and Y/N”

“Oh, Pope is with his dad in the backyard and I’m also looking for Y/N”

JJ nods at her words while biting the inside of his cheek and Kiara continues to stare, expecting him to say something else.

Once you unbutton the last button of his shirt, your hands move over to Rafe’s abs and up his chest softly. His kisses on your neck are slow and loving, his hands do most of the work, getting rid of your clothes.

As the zipper of your pants is heard, he moves up to kiss your lips again. His hand slides in your pants and underwear and you moan into the kiss.

“Why are you up here?” JJ asks.

“Looking for Y/N?” Kie answers.

Didn’t she just tell him that?

“Right. Of course,”

Rafe’s finger moves in circular motions over your clit and you moan louder as he does it. He pulls away from the kiss and smirks down at you as he also moves his hands away.

As you were getting ready to protest your distress, he grabs the top of your pants and tugs them down with your underwear.

Once they hit the floor, you ‘help’ him unbutton his pants and they easily fall down when past his thighs. You lick your lips and Rafe pulls you back to your laying position.

“As much as I would love you if you did that. We don’t have much time” He whispers into your lips and you nod.

Your shirt had fallen down from you sitting up, so it covered most of your naked body, but Rafe was quick to lay you back and get a grip onto your hips, bringing them right to the end of the table.

You gasp loudly at the feeling of his boxers against you and before he stands up, he moves down and presses a wet kiss on the inside of your thigh.

He stands back up and you wrap your legs around his hips so he can come closer. He smiles down at you and positions his hands on top of the elastic of his boxers, making you bite your lip at the simple sigh of his bulge.

“Maybe we should go check downstairs, this is empty” Kie says, noticing that JJ won’t say anything else.

“How do you know? All the doors are closed”

“Well, I don’t see Y/N closing herself in a room when she’s working” She says, “Let’s go”

JJ nods and as soon as Kie turns around, he starts following her back to the stairs.

On half of their back down, Sarah appears, very much to JJ’s relief but Kie’s annoyance.

“What were you two doing upstairs?” She asks.

“Nothing you deserve to know” Kie answers.

Sarah rolls her eyes and continues to go up the stairs as Kie mocks her voice and movements while making her way down them. JJ uses their hatred to his advantage and in a quick movement shoves the small piece of paper in Sarah’s hand.

“Oh fuck, Rafe” You moan out loud, back arching in pleasure as Rafe hisses out loud.

Rafe thrusts into you once more, slowly picking up his pace. His eyes move from down to your face. He brings one of his hands up and covers your mouth, before speeding up.

You moan into his hand and grip into his wrist, closing your eyes.

“Open your eyes baby, come on” Rafe says in a deep voice and you do as told.

His hand moves down over your neck and as soon as he wraps his hand around it, a malicious smile grows on his face.

“What is this?” Sarah asks to JJ.

“Vlad told me to give this to you” He answers, winking at her and running off to follow Kie out of there.

Sarah opens the piece of paper confused yet excited and smiles down at it.

She continues to walk upstairs discreetly, planning on just to go check on her makeup in the bathroom before going to see John B.

And as she continues to make her way up the stairs, her big and white flowy dress is noticeable enough.

“Fuck-” Rafe whispers and your grip intensifies on his arm.

The pleasure was getting easily out of control for you, and as soon he lifts his other hand off your hip and brings it down, starting to play with your clit. Bringing you over the moon.

“Rafe- Clos-” You try to say out loud but fail horribly with not only the pleasure but also the pressure on your neck.

“Come for me, baby”

His words were literally the only thing that you needed, his hand moves away from your throat and covers your mouth, letting air back into your lungs but isolating your possible sounds.

The pleasure hits you with an amazing strength, erupting all through your body. Your eyes roll back with the intense feeling and Rafe groans loudly at how tight you feel.

Sarah walks down the hallway without a care in the world, in hopes that she’ll find the bathroom, she had found last year, quickly.

“Sarah! What are you doing here?!” Topper shouts from the other side of the hallway.

She looks back at him, annoyed expression over her face at the unnecessary volume.

“Do you have to scream?!” She screams back just as loud.

Rafe groans against the crook of your neck as he comes off his high, the only thing you two could hear was both of you heavily breathing.

Your fingers run through Rafe’s hair as he places sweet kisses from your neck to your lips.

“What are you doing up here?” Topper’s voice sounds from the hallway.

The two of you quickly sit up as a reflex and look at each other with widen eyes.

You are fucked.

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Quite literally. I’m so sorry that this smut is so trash! I’m actually trying, I promise. I’m just not a natural, I guess.

#rafe cameron x reader #drew starkey x reader #rafe cameron imagines #rafe cameron imagine #outer banks rafe

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ohheyitsokay · 4 years ago

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opening weekend

part 1 of the ‘hey batter batter’ series

pairing: Francisco Morales (Frankie, Catfish) x reader

wordcount: 1.9k

warnings: none (yet)

summary: it’s a Triple Frontier baseball AU! That no one but me and @beautyagegoodnesssize asked for but I’m telling you... just give it a try. Trust me, you don’t need to know anything about baseball.

In this chapter, the groundwork for the series is laid: Frankie is a catcher, and your grandpa is the biggest fan of his team.

It was a beautiful day for a baseball game.

The sun was warm on the back of you neck and it was the bottom of the fourth. It was loud with chatter and announcements, music and cheers, and there were flashing advertisements and seas of merchandise – a typical opening weekend. If you were being honest, it wasn’t really your thing. Or it was, but it shouldn’t have been.

The man beside you was beaming with absolute joy, barely sitting as he leaned forward eagerly as if hoping desperately that it would bring him onto the field with the players.

It was always like this, every few weeks, every summer for years. His name was James, and years and years ago you’d grown close and he’d shared the single constant in his life: the game, and his team. It became your way to stay close, throughout all the chaos of the world, you always made time to make it to as many home games as you could to sit by his side and hear his stories and soak up the wonder in his eyes as he watched the ball and the bats and the sun on the grass. Season passes were his gift to you every year, and today was more exciting than normal, because it was finally time to pay him back.

He loved this team. Of course, it was constantly changing, but for such an old man, he could remember all their names and numbers and statistics. He collected the cards and loved the boys so much it was almost like they were his grandkids.

“No autographs,” he would tell you. “They’re already giving us their best, who are we to ask for more?” and you would melt a little, inside. He was careful not to idolize them, clicking his tongue when bad headlines would come out, constantly reminding you they were just humans, “Just boys! Leave them alone! They’re figuring it out,” he’d say, angrily. It made you laugh, how much he cared about them, and it warmed you heart.

“You want some nachos, Jimbo?”you asked, standing as the ads played and the mascots ran out into the field for extra entertainment. “They’ve got some picked jalapeños with your name on ‘em.” He squinted up at you and you shifted, blocking the sun from his sweet, wrinkled face. A nod and a smile was all you needed before you caught his hand, reminding him to let you pay. You shuffled towards the steps, trying to avoid the drinks and snacks and knees of the people in your row, whispering excuse me’s and apologies. Once you made it to the outsides of the arena, you ducked behind one of the looking pillars, checking your phone before making your way to the quieter, less commercialized area. A security guard checked your phone and ID, and you were ushered into a large office, show awards and photos and expensive amenities filling it to the brim. A man was leaning against a impossibly giant desk, an air of hurry about him, and he shook your hand.

After hasty introductions, you jogged his memory, reminding him that you had submitted an application and been chosen by the board to have your grandfather honored by the team, and today was the day.

He nodded absentmindedly and began to wave you off, ears listening to other words, you were sure. They assured you a team of security would come and escort him to the meeting area when it was time and you said quick thank-you's before stopping.

“Sir, one last thing,” you stood your ground against the rush, determined to be heard. “He’s not just a crazy fan, he’s a sweet old man. I know this is routine for you guys but…” finally, the man in the suit met your eyes. “Please remember how special this is to him.” And he nodded, a swallow pushing down his throat, making his Adam’s apple bob. You didn’t mean to make him uncomfortable, but this was important to you.

As you walked back, you got the biggest tray of nachos you could find, and tried not to trip over your own shoes.

It was a beautiful day.

Frankie was hot and sweaty and tired and having a great time. It was the first real game of the season and he hadn’t gotten sick of the noise… Just yet. People were cheering, spirits were high, and for now, Santi was pitching right into his glove.

Just outside the dugout, he and the others paused, hearing the announcer powering up for something unique. Normally, they tuned it all out, but for these, it was basically required that they pay attention.

“Ladies and gentlemen, today with us we have a very special –” he blared, but it faded to the background. Francisco had been told, with everyone this morning, that the board had chosen a submission of a dedicated fan to honor, someone they’d all have to say hello to, but he hadn’t expected… this.

All over the screens around him and front and center of the megatron was a shocked but beaming elderly man. He wasn’t screaming, or decked head to toe in merch, just smiling, with a tshirt design Frankie barely recognized from years and years ago. It had been washed enough times the team’s logo was barely visible, and that alone was awesome. More importantly, he was tugging at the hand of the most beautiful woman Frankie had maybe ever seen.

Of course, he’d seen lots of beautiful people, it was one of the stranger side effects of his job, but you… were something else. Maybe it was the joy on your face as you nodded, eyes fixed on your grandfather, maybe it was the way the sunlight was hitting your hair just right either way, his heart did a little flip in his chest, and on his shoulders the padding felt suddenly light. He was at loathe to put on his helmet, knowing the face cage would obstruct his view of you, but then you were gone, the ads replacing your face, and one of his friends was giving him a shove towards his corner.

It wasn’t until a ball was mere feet from his face that he remembered he was supposed to be catching it.

Catch, catch, walk, sit, swing, hit, run, walk, sit. Repeat.

And then in a daze, he was making his way to the locker room, with a crowd of trudging cleats and sweaty scents, the roar of the crowds behind him.

Claps on shoulders, showers, and banter passed, and they all filed like sheep into a big, open room. The energy was different, though, less strained than it might have been, if it were an obsessive teenager, or an arrogant know it all.

Frankie’s ear pricked when he heard one of his teammates say, “Hope that girl comes along, she was hot,” all jokes and winks and maybe a crude hand motion or two. There was a twist in his gut, which was absolutely ridiculous, but he didn’t have time to ponder it, because suddenly the door was opening again and there you were.

The main event, of course, was the kindly man at your side, and Frankie tried to seem natural and he strained to see around his friends.

The news reporter was chattering, and he was vaguely aware that everyone was watching the manager give his speech – everyone but him and you. He watched, transfixed, as you tenderly tucked your abuelo's hand into your elbow.

Frankie was busy thinking he’d never quite felt so comfortable in this room before, never seen someone who made him wish he was at the front of the crowd, when your eyes were suddenly in his.

You gave him a half-smile and your fingers wiggled in the tiniest of waves.

It was just for him, not everyone else, and Frankie gulped, too pleased and too shocked to react properly.

When it was his turn to talk to the pair of you, Frankie felt more nervous than he had this morning, walking onto the field. He didn’t even know your name – something he begrudged the staff – and yet he was somehow aching to make a good impression, on you both. But then your abuelito stole his hat and ruffled his hair and he was grinning, and it was a beautiful day.

When he walked back to the lockers, he was pretty sure his heart stayed right in that room, somewhere next to a beaming little old man.

The two of you went separate ways but not at all the same as you’d been that morning.

Frankie ducked out of the after party at Tom's bnb. The boys were rambunctious and loud and more importantly they kept talking about you and he just didn’t want to hear any of it.

The memory of the little wave of your hand was burrowing into his chest, into his stomach, feeding him like food after a long, hot summer day.

Santiago’s footsteps were familiar, even off the sand and the grass of the field. His hand was warm on Frankie’s shoulder, pulling him slowly back to reality.

“Everything okay, hermano?” His voice was equal parts genuine and teasing.

Frankie shrugged. What could he say? He didn’t even know your name, and even if he did, so what? It's not like his mind had already created a scenario in which he'd chased after you in the long, curved corridors and you had beamed, happy to see him, and touched his hand with yours.

It’s not like he was kicking himself for letting you walk out the door without trying, anything. Not like he hated hearing the other guys joke about how innocent and sweet you looked. He certainly couldn’t explain how possessive he felt over a girl he’d only sort of met.

So he ignored the thump in his chest and just looked a the stars and shrugged.

As for you, James was seated next to you, trying to start sentences and getting overwhelmed with joy. Your hands slid over the steering wheel, listening to him as much as you could, filling in the ends, mind still on the handsome player who’s eyes had followed you through from over the sea shoulders and hats.

“What’s on your mind, honey?” he asked, pulling you back to reality.

You hummed noncommittally in response. Lying to him was absolutely out of the question so you pondered your options, while he watched you, amused.

“What’s the name of the catcher?” you asked, finally, feeling heat in your face as you remembers his broad shoulders and the twitch in his hands.

His laugh was adorable and mischievous and you felt almost silly. You weren’t a little girl watching t-ball, after all, that was a real, actual man.

A real man with dark, deep eyes, and tan skin and fluffy curls.

You shook your head.

“Never… mind.” He was also undoubtedly also a man with a life and a girlfriend or wife, and no lingering thoughts of you.

James laughed again and dropped the subject.

But you walked him into his home and he grasped your hand with newfound determination. He winked and whispered and you felt a thump in your chest.

“Francisco Morales.”

translations:

abluelo: grandfather

abuelito: literally, little grandfather, it’s affectionate

hermano: brother

taglist: @fangirl-316 @scribbledghost

#francisco morales #francisco morales x reader #francisco morales x you #frankie x you #frankie x reader #catfish x you #triple frontier #baseball au #triple frontier baseball au #maybe i don't know people

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