Team 141 was glad to have a puffin medic on the team. Your flight was a huge asset, and you fit right in taking care of the team.
But Ghost noticed that you were mocking them. You always stood next to him with his arms crossed, leaning your back on the wall just like him. If he uncrossed his arms, you would follow suit moments later.
You tried to wear your gear like Johnny, carry your weapon like Kyle, and you even tried standing like Price sometimes too. You would study how they moved, mimicking it for yourself and puffing with pride whenever you got it right.
"Do you like copying us, birdie?" Ghost asks, tilting his head at you. You blink at him in surprise, tilting your head back at him the exact same way. "Oh, don't pretend you aren't doing it. You're doing it right now." He huffs, and you let out a chirp of realization.
"Oh! I wasn't trying to mock you, puffins mimick those they are close to. It helps us form a better flock." You explain happily, wings ruffling as you spoke. "The more I act like you, the more you can trust that I pay attention to you and will help." Ghost couldn't help but chuckle a little at your unwavering enthusiasm, patting your head with a heavy hand.
"Okay, Puff. Just don't stand too close too me, the rookies might not be able to tell us apart."
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black fem! reader x (popular athlete)! cameron cade ⋆˚࿔ ‧˚꒰somewhat fluff? sadness? relationship issues? idk I wanted to write an argument lol?? (different universe/different from the other stories ive wrote with him btw) ‧୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ might go back n add sum stuff, ignore typos <3
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The argument would start small. It always did, over nothing.
When you didn't see Cameron for awhile your thoughts started to get loud. You would see him on the tv, playing with his team, doing interviews, or meeting new people. You were happy for him of course, he was killing it, everyone knew it, and yeah, you were proud. He’d worked his ass off for this, always had.
But, you worried anyway. Because even the best athletes have bad days. Injuries happen, games get rough, people twist words, fans get, too comfy.
You stood in the bathroom fixing your hair, just to keep yourself busy. You had on one of his t-shirts, still familiar with the scent of him. You've been waiting all night for him, but no text, or call. Just the same message from 3 days ago. You put your phone down and go back to putting your hair up. It was getting late and you were tired. So, you just start getting ready for bed.
As you finish bruhsing your teeth, you hear the front door open, along with keys jingling. You finish up and start walking to the kitchen. As you walk in he already half way through the door.
"No its fine you can stay where ever you was at" you say lightly folding your arms. He lifts his head, annoyance already forming.
"Don't start nothing, happy to see you too. Brought you sum food" he says finally locking the door. He places the bag of food on the counter. He then walks over to you and leans down, he tries to plant a small kiss on your cheek but you turn your head away. He sucks his teeth, shaking his head, and strides toward the bathroom like he owns the place. “Mad already, huh?” he calls over his shoulder, voice low and teasing.
"You gone for awhile, everything alright?" You asked while following his steps. It was a double meaning in the question you asked. One, where the hell were you? Two, who were you with?
“I’m good… thanks, baby,” he mutters, voice low, a little rough around the edges from practice
He drops his bag on the floor, one thing at a time, but then he notices you. Arms crossed, eyes sharp, still standing there, pissed.
A smirk tugs at his lips, and he tilts his head, teasing just enough. “You just gonna stand there and watch me?” he murmurs, voice playful. “You gonna watch me undress?”
You roll your eyes, trying to hide the small rush that hits your chest anyway.
"Ain't nothing I haven't seen before," you reply shrugging staring at him. "Unless you hiding something" you press.
"What am I gonna hide underneath my shirt y/n?" He asks annoyed. He then starts removing his shirt, he pulls his arms out and drops the shirt on the ground. He pulls it off, and you can’t help but eye his broad shoulders. He moves like he knows exactly how to get under your skin. He then gets to unbuttoning his pants. "Ion care if you stay in here, atleast close the door for me" he asks.
"When you finish playing strip tease with yourself, I wanna talk to you" is all you say before walking out and closing the door. He mutters something slick underneath his breathe before turning on the shower.
A few minutes went by and you finally heard him come back out. He wore a loose tee with some sweats, the kind that hung just right. He came walking over to you, you could still smell his soap from the shower he used.
“You said you’d call,” you said quietly.
“I was busy,” he muttered, voice low but steady. “Couldn’t answer the phone, you know this.”
“You’re always busy when it’s me, but you never too busy for everything else.” You snapped, harshness bubbling up despite yourself. Sometimes, it was true, he wouldn’t call or text when he was out. Not that you thought he was cheating. You didn’t.
He exhaled sharply, jaw tightening. “Why you always gotta make everything a problem? I just got back. I aint trynna argue with you"
The words hit harder than they should.
“Because you act like I don’t matter until you feel like showing up"
“Don’t. Don’t do that shit,” Cameron said, voice suddenly serious.
It made you pause. Just for a second.
“You should’ve just kept doing your thing and left me out of it,” you continued, shaking your head. “Why even drag me into this mess? You think I like sitting here wondering where the hell you are half the time?”
Cameron looked away, running a hand down the back of his neck. “You don’t know what you’re talking about,” he muttered. He clearly wasn't in the mood to hear anymore bitching, his coaches already covered thag.
“Oh, I don’t?” you spit back immediately. “Then explain it to me, Cade.”
He looked up, eyes darker now, sharp, frustration simmering under the surface. “I said don’t,” he repeated, slower this time.
He started stepping toward the door like he usually did when he needed a moment to cool off.
Something in your chest snapped.
“Oh, so that’s it?” you yelled. “You’re just gonna walk out again?”
He muttered something under his breath, grabbing his phone and keys, and started for the door. “Going for a walk, I’m not doing this tonight. You can sit and eat"
Before you could think, your hand shot out, grabbing his arm and yanking him back. He stumbled slightly, chest brushing yours.
His jaw clenched, shoulders stiff, tension in every inch of him. You held him there, grip firm, making your point without hurting him.
“Then don’t,” you shouted. “Stop acting like leaving is the only thing you know how to do.”
He froze. For a second, the room was still except for your heavy breaths.
Cameron looked down at your hand on his arm, then back at you. His eyes were darker now, sharp and intense, frustration simmering but not the kind of anger you expected.
“You done?” he asked quietly, low and steady, the dangerous edge making your chest tighten.
“Yeah,” you said, crossing your arms, heart racing. “Pack your shit and go then.”
You stormed toward the bedroom, shoving the door hard enough to hit the wall. Footsteps followed immediately.
“I’m not going anywhere,” Cameron snapped, irritation sharp in his voice. “Don’t fucking touch anything.”
But you ignored him.
You marched to the corner where his duffel sat and started grabbing whatever you could—shirts, hoodies, anything. The fabric bunched in your fists as you shoved it roughly into the bag.
Cam moved fast. Before you could grab the next thing, his hand closed around your wrist, pulling you back from the pile. The hoodie slipped from your grip as he snatched it away.
“I just said don’t touch anything,” he said, voice low, jaw tight.
You yanked your hand free. “Well you know what, Cade?” you yelled. “I don’t give a fuck about what you just said. When have you ever given a fuck about what I say?”
Cameron stared at you, jaw tight, then let out a short, humorless scoff.
“You done?” he asked again.
Your eyes widened. “Yeah im fucking done, anything you got to say?"
“Yeah. You ain't done. You yelling, throwing my shit around,” he said flatly, grabbing the hoodie from your hands again. “Let it out before I handle you."
You snapped. “That’s really all you have to say?”
He stepped closer, voice dropping low, controlled. “You really want me to argue with you? Is that what this is? Or you just wanna argue for the sake of arguing?”
You stepped closer, heart racing. “What I want,” you spat, “is for you to actually give a shit about what I say. Not just show up when it’s convenient for you.”
Cameron’s eyes darkened, a flash of frustration running through them. Before you could react, he grabbed your wrist, pulling you slightly forward until your chest almost pressed against his.
“I do care,” he muttered, voice tight, low.
“Do you?” you hissed, twisting free. “Because it sure doesn’t look like it. You act like I don’t exist while you do your own thing.”
His jaw tightened. “Well, doing my own thing is helping your pretty little ass stay happy, ain’t it?” He said a little harsh, giving you a quick, firm pat on your butt, just enough to make his point.
"And how do I act? You think I don’t treat you well?” he asks, his voice changing to a soft tone.
“Treat me well?” you snapped. “You disappear, ignore me, then come back all good n shit. You act like I’m the problem"
Before you can pull away, Cameron steps forward and starts pushing you back against the wall. Not hard enough to hurt, never. But enough so that you just focus on him. Your back hits the drywall and your breath hitches. His chest is just inches from yours, looming over you, eyes dark and sharp.
“You think this is a game?” he mutters, voice low, dangerous. “All the yelling, all the throwing shit around, coaches being on my ass all the fucking time… you think I like it?”
You try to push him back, hands against his chest, but he doesn’t budge. Instead, he leans a fraction closer, keeping you right against the wall. The heat of him presses against you, the tension electric.
“I don't. But I stay. I stay doing what the fuck I gotta do, just for you,” he says lowly. “I don’t walk out. I don’t leave. I stay because I choose to. And right now? You not going nowhere. Neither am I.”
He lets go of your arms, but he doesn’t step back. Still close. You can feel him, his warmth pressing just enough, the tension lingering in the air.
“So… chill with all that, alright?” he mutters, voice low but steady. “You know I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.”
You stare at him, chest still tight, shoulders loosening just slightly. You let out a quiet sigh. You knew you did too much. You freaked out and for nothing.
“All I’m asking,” you mumble, “is for a text now and then.”
Cameron tilts his head, eyes softening just a fraction. “I do,” he says slowly, nodding.
You roll your eyes, about to snap at him again, but he cuts you off, his tone promising.
“But, I’ll send you more texts. N stuff” he mutters. He then leans in close, "Cuz I know you be missing me so much, you cant help it huh?"
You pause, looking at him. Your anger is fading, leaving only that familiar mix of frustration and heat that always lingers after a fight with him. He shifts slightly, standing close enough that you feel the warmth of his body, the subtle press of his presence reminding you who he is, he’s not leaving, not now, not ever.
You finally let your arms fall to your sides, exhaling. “Fine,” you murmur, just barely loud enough for him to hear. “Love you” you say quiet.
“What’s that now?” he asks, smiling, getting to your level. “I ain’t hear you”
“Don’t push it. I’m still mad,” you say, pushing him lightly.
"Mhm be mad, let's eat. Arguing with you the food probably cold."
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Heyyy I wanted to write a small blurb of something, I got something new ideas coming innnnnn, thanks for reading 💗
dating connor bedard would be wanting to steal a pair of his long pants (shoutout the lululemon deal) and NEVER finding any because a majority of his bottoms are shorts because he’s obsessed with them and will wear shorts even if it’s snowing. you have to convince him (and he’s extremely stubborn, always saying that “it was colder in regina and i was fine”) to put the shorts away AT LEAST for outside. one time you took most of his shorts, except for the couple pairs he only wears in the house, and hid them in a suitcase somewhere. he had attitude the whole day (including at the rink as frank texted you saying he was complaining). you have managed to stop him wearing shorts in the winter, but even if it’s the day before november he’ll still wear them. (don’t get me wrong, you love the sight of him in shorts, but you don’t want him to freeze to death or get a cold even though he’s adamant he never has and never will)
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Fall October 2019
Briar had her phone in one hand, Chick-fil-A lemonade in the other, and her attitude somewhere between “don’t talk to me” and “try me if you want to.”
Joe had seen her like this before. Once or twice. But not like this. All day she’d been snapping at him and everybody else. In the car, at lunch, on campus. Every time he asked what was wrong, she’d just roll those dark eyes and mumble, “I’m fine.”
Except her tone made it very clear she wasn’t.
Joe, whos usually calm had reached his limit.
By the time they got to her dorm—fourth floor, cinderblock walls, decor hung up with care— he shut the door behind them and leaned against it.
“Alright,” he said, voice low but firm. “Enough.”
She glanced over at him, one brow raised. “Enough what?”
“This,” he gestured at her, at the scowl she’d been wearing like war paint. “Whatever this is. You’ve been biting my head off all damn day, and I’ve asked what’s wrong five times.”
She crossed her arms, bracelets clinking against each other. “I told you I’m fine, Bestie.”
He took a step closer, eyes narrowing just a little. “No don’t bestie me now. You told me nothing. And I’m done guessing. Either tell me what’s wrong so I can fix it, or stop acting like a fucking brat.”
Her mouth fell open. A brat?
If looks could kill, Joe would’ve been on the floor.
Briar huffed, turned her back to him. “You can’t fix it,” she muttered, voice small now, fingers picking at a loose thread on her ripped jeans.
“Try me, Pretty Girl” he said immediately.
That tone—steady, almost daring—made her jaw clench. Her sharp tongue wanted to come out swinging. But she just groaned instead, dragging both hands down her face.
“It’s stupid.”
“I’m only gonna ask you one more time,” Joe said, stepping forward until he was right in front of her. “Spit it out.”
A whimper escaped her lips before she could stop it, her thighs clenching tighter, rubbing her pussy against the seam of her jeans for friction. The agitation boiled over into pure want, her usual cocky smile hidden behind bitten lips. Joe's proximity made her clit throb.
Oh.
He smirks.
“You know? You can’t get what you want acting like a brat. Gotta tell me what you want.” He says teasingly.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about Big Head.” She says trying to deflect attention away from her obvious reaction.
“Tell me bestie. When’s the last time you got some act right?” He says backing her fully against the wall.
She thinks. Real hard. It’s been a little while. A month.
“A month ago. Wasn’t even good.” She mumbles looking away.
He chuckles lowly grabbing her chin for her to look at him.
“That would explain why you’re walking around mad at the world. You need somebody who knows what they’re doing to fuck that pussy til you cry.”
Her eyes widened.
He smirks.
“Joe!” She says shocked.
“Cut the bullshit Briar. Based on how you reacted when I spoke to you a little bit ago, lets me know you want me to get you together. All you gotta do is ask me.”
He says leaning down, his breath on her neck. She is trembling. His cologne making her dizzy. She can’t think straight.
“Fuck me. Please.” She whimpers avoiding eye contact.
“Tell me how you want it baby.” He says grabbing her chin making her look at him. She shutters staring right up into his blue eyes.
Only one thing is running through her mind. Her bent over this twin xl bed while her bestfriend fucks her senseless into the mattress.
Backshots.
He is kissing on her neck awaiting her answer.
“Backshots.” She breathes out.
He licks his lips.
“I can do that. Gimme a kiss first.” His lips grazing hers.
She feels the heat pooling in her panties. She is impatient. But she leans up closing the kiss between them anyway. He wastes no time deepening it. Hand on the back of her neck.
His smirk turned predatory, eyes flashing with triumph.
“That's my pretty girl,” he growled.
His free hand shooting out to grab her hips, fingers digging into her soft curves with bruising force. He spun her around in one fluid motion, pushing her chest against the wall, her braids whipping across her back.
The cool plaster hit her nipples through her top, hardening them instantly, and she gasped, arching her ass out toward him instinctively. Joe's body pressed flush against her from behind, his hard dick grinding into her ass through their clothes, thick and insistent.
“Been waiting for you to admit it.”
he murmured against her ear, his breath hot on her neck as he yanked her crop top up, exposing her bare back.
His hands roamed greedily, one sliding under her bra to pinch her nipple, pinching until she moaned.
The other popped the button on her jeans, shoving them down her thick thighs along with her panties, the fabric pooling at her ankles. Cool air hit her wet pussy, and she shivered, spreading her legs wider, her bratty attitude melting into needy submission.
Joe's fingers traced her slick folds, dipping in to feel how soaked she was. “Fuck, Baby, you're dripping for me” He slapped her ass cheek hard, the sting making her yelp and push back, her ass jiggling.
She felt his zipper rasp down, then the hot, heavy weight of his dick springing free, the thick head nudging her entrance. Her mind raced-friends to lovers, this was it, the tension snapping like a rubber band.
“Please, Bestie,” she begged, no more brattiness, just pure want. “Fuck me deep.”
Gripping her hips with both hands he thrusts forward, burying his dick, balls-deep in her tight pussy in one brutal stroke. Briar cried out, the stretch burning so good, her walls clenching around him as he bottomed out.
“Shit you’re tight.” He groans tangling a hand in her braids to yank her head back, arching her spine as he pounded harder.
“Take it, brat. This what you needed right? Somebody to fuck you real good?” His other hand reached around, fingers finding her clit, rubbing rough circles that made her knees buckle.
She moaned, loud and unrestrained, her breath breaking free in gasps. The pressure built fast, her pussy fluttering around him, but he didn't let up, fucking her like he owned her-deep, relentless thrusts that hit her g-spot every time.
“Yes, fuck, Joe, please- harder,mmmm- right there, right there” she panted, surrendering completely her body to his command. He growled in response, hips snapping faster.
Sweat slicked their skin, her curves bouncing with each impact, and she felt him swell inside her, close but not done.
Joe's thrusts against the wall grew even more savage, each one jolting Briar’s body forward, her full tits scraping the rough plaster. Her pussy clenched around his thick dick, the slick sounds of her arousal mixing with her ragged moans.
“Not done with you yet, Briar,” he growled, his voice rough with lust. He spun her around once more, shoving her onto the mattress face-down. The springs creaked under her curvy frame as he slammed her down, her braids splaying across the pillows.
Her ass jiggled from the impact, still high in the air, her jeans tangled around her ankles. She kicked them off frantically, spreading her thick thighs wide, her wet pussy exposed and aching for him to fill it again.
Joe kicked off his own pants, his dick bobbing heavy and veined, glistening with her juices. He climbed onto the bed behind her, grabbing her hips to yank her ass up higher. Without warning, he lined up and drove his dick back into her pussy in one brutal thrust, bottoming out so deep she felt him in her guts. “Fuck!” Briar cried out loud, her voice echoing off the dorm walls, no holding back now.
The stretch burned deliciously, her walls fluttering around his girth as he started pounding her hard, the bedframe slamming against the wall with rhythmic thuds.
Her knees trembled beneath her, digging into the mattress as his hips snapped forward relentlessly. Each backshot sent shockwaves through her curves, her ass cheeks rippling from the force, her arms clutching the sheets. “Joe-oh shit, yes!' she screamed, her smile twisting into a gasp of pure ecstasy.
The agitation from earlier was gone, replaced by this raw, desperate need, her body surrendering to his dominance. Friends no more-this was lovers, fucking like animals, his cock owning every inch of her tight pussy.
But her knees couldn't take it. They buckled under the brutal onslaught, her legs giving out as a particularly deep thrust hit her g-spot, making stars burst behind her eyelids.
Briar collapsed forward onto her stomach with a muffled cry, her face pressing into the pillow, but Joe didn't stop. “That's it, take it all,” he snarled, his weight shifting as he lay fully on her back, pinning her down with his athletic build. His chest pressed against her bare skin, sweat-slick and hot, trapping her beneath him like prey.
He hooked one of her knees up with his arm, bending it toward her chest to open her up even more. The new angle let him grind deeper, his cock dragging against her inner walls, the head nudging her cervix with every slow, deliberate roll of his hips. Her breath hitched, her pussy pulsating around him, the pressure building unbearably.
“Baby, you're so fucking deep.” she whimpered, her voice muffled, but he just chuckled darkly, his free hand sliding up to grab hers.
His fingers intertwined with hers, gripping tight, almost painfully, holding her hand down against the mattress as he pounded slow but hard into her. The bed rocked now, her bent knee giving him leverage to fuck her harder, his balls slapping against her clit with wet smacks.
Briar’s body jolted with each impact, her thighs quivering, nipples hard and scraping the sheets. She squeezed his hand back, the connection intimate amid the roughness, fueling the shift from teasing besties to this-him dominating her completely, her bratty fire tamed by his dick.
Joe's mouth hovered next to her ear, his hot breath fanning her skin as he whispered filth, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down her spine. “You like that, don't you, Briar? You taking your best friend's dick like a good little slut. Been testing me all day with that attitude, but now you're just my fucktoy, creaming all over me.”
His words dripped with dominance, each one punctuated by a grinding thrust that made her clit throb.
“Gonna fill this tight little pussy up, make you scream my name so the whole dorm knows you're mine. Beg for it, brat-tell me how bad you need my cum deep in your guts.”
Briar’s desperation spiked, her submission total as his whispers fueled the fire in her core.
“Please yes. I- I want it. Please cum in me Joe.”
Her pussy clenched harder, the orgasm coiling tight, but he kept her on the edge, grinding slow then slamming hard, his grip on her hand unyielding. Sweat dripped from his brow onto her back, mixing with hers, the room thick with the scent of sex-musky and raw.
Her mascara is running from the tears of pleasure pricking her eyes, but she didn't care; all that mattered was his cock stretching her, owning her, the tension between them finally exploding into this endless, filthy rhythm.
He nipped at her earlobe, whispering more.
“That's right, squeeze that pussy around me. You're so wet for me, aren't you? My dick breaking you down.” Another deep grind, his hips circling to hit every sensitive spot, and she arched as much as she could under his weight, her cries growing louder, body trembling on the brink.
His thrusts get sloppy. He’s close. She is too.
He lets out a low grunt. Almost primal.
“Cum for me baby.” He demands.
She whimpers.
Her vision is blurry. Hearing gone. She lets go. Her scream muffled by the pillow.
He thrusts a few more times and cums deep in her. He is breathless, wheezing, whimpering from the sensitivity.
“Oh baby that was so good. You did so good for me.” He whispers in her ear.
He slides out both of them hissing. She is shaking. Eyes slow blinking. Breathing ragged. He kisses her lips and goes to her bathroom to get a rag.
After cleaning them both up he gets backs in bed pulling her close.
“Are we still best friends after this?” She asks giggling, her body still buzzing.
He looks at her and kisses her. Deep, sloppy, wet.
He pulls away.
“No. I’m not about to deal with you being a brat cus you need some dick. Bestie we go together.” He says with a smirk.
She giggles. “Real bad”
A/n: this took me so long because people kept calling me even though my phone is on DND. Enjoy this nasty freaky shit.
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💭 your favourite driver secured a spot on the podium for the final race, yeay! of course you have to post your live reaction on twt but there’s a troll who wouldn’t stop spamming your notifications (boooo) and things somehow took on an interesting turn …
warnings : harsh language, inaccurate portrayal of the enhypen members (and some overused jokes)
a/n : this is a super short and random drabble i thought of and i wanted to play around with what i wanna write. likes and reblogs are very much appreciated, thank you for the supports <3
