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THE INTERVIEW

katsuki x reader

synopsis: katsuki won’t do interviews for anyone. well, anyone that isn’t you.

this is part two of the first hockey boys katsuki post which you can find here

after the interaction at the bar, you and katsuki had been seeing more and more of each other, not only on a professional level, but a personal one as well. in public he'd answer your questions dead last during the press conferences, but you waited each time. knowing that when it was over he wouldn’t leave your side at that bar.

it didn’t take long for the two of you to start dating. you knew you liked him, and he liked you.

the two of you never made your relationship known to the public, due to the small fear you had of it interfering with your job. katsuki never minded, as long as you came home with him at the end of the day he wasn't going to complain.

so five months later here you were, in bed with one of the best hockey players in the league, trying to escape his need to cuddle.

buzz. buzz. buzz.

"get your damn phone will ya?" katsuki mumbled, pressing his eyes shut. you let out a long sigh eyes opening slowly.

"i would if you weren't holding me down like a damn paperweight" he only grumbled loosening his arm around your torso. you couldn’t help but giggle picking up the phone.

“don’t worry my baby. i’ll make it up to you”

“shut up” this made him fully let go and turn his body around. you couldn’t help but fully burst out in laughter at his dramatics before you answered your phone.

“hello?” you rubbed off the sleep that still clouded your eyes.

“y/n, sorry to call you this early but we’re going to need to have a meeting quickly. i hope you don’t mind”

you contained the groan you wanted to let out and opted for a small sigh instead “i’ll be there in an hour” hanging up you turned back to your boyfriend placing your chin in his shoulder.

“i gotta go to work kats”

he grumbled something before turning around to fully face you “this is the one day i don’t gotta go to practice and now they’re callin’ you in? what the hell?”

“i know it sucks, but i’ll be back as soon as possible ‘kay? it’s just a meeting then i should be done” you pulled him in for a kiss which he sleepily returned.

“ugh your breath-“

“shut the fuck up”

even through your teasing he couldn’t help but smirk a little. you got out of the bed opening up his closet. he had opened up a space for you knowing that you might have to get up and go. you picked out something that was comfortable, but still work appropriate. you didn’t plan on staying long anyways.

by the time you exited the closet you were quickly putting on lipstick and looking in the nearest mirror you could find. at this point, katsuki had gotten up and made his way over to you.

“you look nice”

he placed kisses at the crook of your neck, which you were trying not let get to you. cause if you did you would not be getting to work.

“thanks!” you put some earrings in trying not to tilt your head too much where he could have more leverage over you. once they were in you turned around making his head snap back up “i will be back. please remind me cause you know how i could stay there for hours” cupping his cheeks you pulled him in for one last kiss which left a lipstick stain, but you weren’t going to be the one to tell him that.

when you arrived at the station you said your casual hello’s before making your way into one of the conference rooms. luckily, there was already a coffee sitting there waiting for you. ever since you had drawn more attention for the station you’ve been getting some more positive attention.

“hello sir” you greeted your boss with a smile going to sit down across from him. he smiled back at you his teeth practically shining from all the whitening his does.

“there she is! sorry for calling you in on such short notice. i know you probably have errands to attend to" you only shrugged going to take a sip of your coffee "the reason i called you up is because we need something big. we've been getting attention from the players and that's good, but the season is almost over, and we can't just rely on those press conferences anymore. we need something bigger. remember those locker room interviews i was talking about? i was wondering if you could score one with any of the teammates. if you could pull it off, do it with bakugo. he seems to do strangely well with you"

your eyes flit up to meet his. you thought that you could get away with the press conferences for at least the rest of the season. katsuki and you never really delved too dead into work conversation. you'd always hit him with the little 'how was work' and his response never failed, 'y/n you were there'. that was all you would really do. you didn't want him to think that you were with him just to get information out of him, so you never said much about what your boss asked you to do.

"that should be okay with you right? i mean you are our star reporter"

clearing your throat you nodded "i should be able to pull something through. is this all? not to be rude, but i do have some plans for the rest of the day"

he shook his head standing up from his chair "that's all i got for ya" he walked over to give your hand a firm shake "thanks for being so cooperative. shoot me an email when you've got something" with that, he was out of the door.

your keys clanged against the ceramic bowl you made on one of you and katsuki's date nights. he had made one too, you just use it to keep your rings in. katsuki stood in the kitchen already starting prep on some dinner for later. you slipped off your shoes going over to stand next to him.

"how was your meeting?" he asked using a knife to scrape vegetables into a bowl. all you could do was shrug and hop onto the island counter.

"it was okay" you watched as his back muscles flexed along with his movements. katsuki was good on the ice for sure, but in the kitchen? it was like everything he touched was approved by God himself. after he had made your favorite meal after a long day you had never gone back to cooking yourself.

katsuki finished with the last of the vegetables before walking over to you. both hands rested by your thighs, which you wrapped around his waist bringing him closer “hello handsome” you went to lean in but to your surprise he dodged.

he must’ve noticed the offended look that crossed your face “tell me what’s up”

“nothing is up! i just wanted a kiss!”

“don’t lie to me. i just can tell something is wrong. don’t ask how, just tell me so i can help. don’t want you moping around the house bringin’ the mood down”

“weird way of saying you care” your fingers went up to play with some of his hair.

“i do care. that’s why i’m asking”

a small pout formed on your lips as you thought “i don’t want this to ruin what we have. i don’t want you to think im using you or anything, cause i’m not. i love you kat,” if you being upset before didn’t concern him enough this definitely did “my boss is asking me to get a locker room interview with someone on the team-“

“i’ll do it”

it was so quick you could’ve missed it. he didn’t look upset, or even angry. katsuki just shrugged as if it was an every day occurrence. as if he doesn’t brush off every single one on one interview there is. no, you’ve seriously seen him delete the emails before even opening them. fucking spam is what he calls them.

your eyebrows furrowed together at his words “you’re- you’re sure about this?”

“yeah why not. you’re definitely the one doing the interview right? plus if you don’t want it to be with me i’ll force one of the other extras to do it. they fuckin’ love the attention.. was that it?”

“i’ll be doing the interview for sure, and that was it”

he leaned down finally giving you the kiss you wanted along with a small ‘love you’ at the very end.

when he kissed you, there was an unusual feeling on his bottom lip. pulling away you put your thumb over his lip feeling out the bump.

"what the fuck? do you have herpes or some shit?"

katsuki pulled away with an offended expression "no i don't have fuckin' herpes! and if i did, i would've gotten it from your dumbass!"

"well i don't have herpes so where did the herpes bump come from?"

"stop calling it that!"

your stomach was hurting from laughter and katsuki was trying not to give in to your stupid jokes "i got it from that game yesterday. it's starting to swell up a bit" you tilted your head letting your thumb graze over it again.

"babe, you've gotta stop fighting. i don't want to mistake you for having STDs again-"

"is this your weird way of saying you care?"

"i do care"

the two of you stared at each other for a good minute, neither backing down until he let out a huff "fine. can't believe you're doin' this to me" he grumbled going to walk away into the bedroom “come get into some more comfortable clothes. i want to lay down to make up for this morning"

katsuki had a game the next day, so of course you sat right behind the bench where the team sat. it was a close match the whole game. tensions were high between both of the teams, and everyone could feel it. all throughout there was one player on the other team that was really pissing katsuki off, and you could tell from where you were sitting. the way he would skate quickly away from him every time he would get close. the way he would make the whole bench shake every time he sat down in rotations.

there was no physical contact made from either side. not until katsuki scored a goal for his team which must've aggravated the other enough to the point of bodychecking katsuki, hard.

the crowd egged the players actions on with ‘oooohs’ and ‘oh shits!’

now katsuki was livid. you could see him doing a quick turn around to face the player again, but suddenly stopped himself.

katsuki shook his head, and skated away.

the whole crowed murmured in confusion, the player who instigated it was confused. hell, you were even confused.

the day katsuki bakugou refused a fight has finally come.

after the game had finished, and everyone cleared out of the locker room, the station got it set up for the interview. you had taken katsuki into the coach’s office to explain how it was going to go down “so it’s not like a regular locker room interview. it’s going to be like a podcast episode. people eat those up nowadays so this is gonna be good-“

“hm” he was half listening to whatever you were saying. his face was buried in your neck and hands pulled you in by your waist. the blinds were closed and the door was shut, so there was a fifty-fifty chance you could’ve gotten caught, and he was willing to take it.

you decided explaining any more would be useless. all of it going through one ear and out the other. so you moved your hands up the back of his shirt making him shiver slightly “you did good today. i saw your goals”

“thanks baby” he whispered back placing soft kisses along your neck “we can go home after this right?”

“right after, then take a hot bath”

“then let’s get this over with” hesitantly, he pulled away from you going to open the door. you could tell how the game wore him out by how his shoulders sagged slightly, and his hair was a mess. hand going to his shoulder you stopped him “hey, we can do this another day”

he shook his head grabbing one of his baseball caps “nah i’m fine. turn this shit on” nodding you got into you seat. he settled into his but couldn’t help but watched as you fixed your appearance looking into one of the screens nearby. fixing your lipstick because he accidentally smeared it from the after game kiss. the way you straightened out your clothes because of the way he relaxed onto you like a pillow. he loved seeing the evidence of his love all over you, even if nobody knew.

man, he was starting to regret agreeing to keeping this secret.

“are you ready mr. bakugo?” you asked as if you didn’t even know him.

“yeah ‘m ready”

the interview was going smoothly for the most part. you asked him questions and he either gave you one of his famous snarky remarks, or an actual thought out answer. the topic of conversation had turned onto the events of today’s game, and you had questions already lined up in your head.

“so mr. bakugo you had a good game today with you and your teammates pulling in yet another victory. though i’m sure everyone is wondering why you didn’t involve yourself in the fight today. i mean that player was being pretty hostile”

katsuki shrugged pulling the mic away from his mouth a bit “my girl doesn’t like when i fight”

your eyebrow raised at his statement. the team behind the cameras ears perked up at the new information.

“your girl? you- you have a girlfriend?”

his eyes flit up to yours trying to contain his budding smirk “yeah i do. congratulations, you’re the first people to publicly know. other than the team”

“if you don’t mind me asking. how long have you and your girlfriend been together?”

“almost six months”

“so almost half a year. she must have something special if she could tie you down”

both of you were now smiling at each other. it wasn’t shocking that you were smiling, but katsuki? hell must’ve frozen over.

“yeah she’s special as hell, and pretty. might put a ring on her finger one of these days if that’s what she wants” he adjusted the mic once more “people might say that’s quick, but i say when you know you know. why waste time?”

you had choked on your spit causing a coughing fit. katsuki covered his face to hide the fact that he was chuckling at your misfortune. once you pulled yourself together you shook your head “i’m sorry about that. i don’t know what happened”

“don’t worry about it”

“well thank you so much mr. bakugo for doing this interview with us. you’ve been amazing”

he mumbled out a ‘you’re welcome’ before the cameras stopped rolling. you got up quickly making sure the crew had everything they needed before you made your way outside. both you and katsuki had driven your own cars here so you would simply meet him at home.

by the time he had gotten there you had already run the bath and gotten in. you could hear the soft pats of his clothes hitting the floor as he made his way into the bathroom. carefully, he slipped into the tub behind you, muscles instantly relaxing. the two of you sat in comfortable silence for a while. just basking in the warmth of the tub.

“you’re good at your job”

“thanks” you looked over your shoulder to see that his head was tilted back. his adam’s apple bobbed a little because of your movements.

“whatcha starin’ at me for?”

“cause your pretty. and i want to know if you meant what you said”

his one eye opened to look over at you “what did i say?”

katsuki knew what he said. he just wanted to be able to hear his words become yours.

“that you wanted to marry me”

he closed his eye again moving his arms to wrap around your body. they pulled you close with ease enveloping you in more warmth.

“i meant every fuckin’ word”

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#honeipie #anime #bnha x reader #mha #writing #x reader #bnha bakugou #drabble #katsuki #bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugo x reader #katsuki x y/n #hockey au #katsuki bakugo mha #bakugou x reader #katsuki x reader #katsuki x you #bnha

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wosowrites · 1 year

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Winter Olympian (Jessie Fleming x Reader)

warnings: none

a/n: i’m pretty sure the last winter olympic games were in 2022. based off this request:

prompt: in which jessie is dating a hockey player and is watching her in the olympics along with her chelsea teammates when the reader gets injured.

You and Jessie had been together since 2020. It was honestly a miracle that you guys hadn’t met before, having both been Canadian and having been to London, Ontario at the same time, multiple times. But you only met by some coincidence in the plane going to Vancouver from England. You had been in England for hockey, and Jessie to meet different head coaches and check out facilities. She was still in University. You were in England for a hockey competition that had ended up getting cancelled due to an outbreak. Your teammates had stayed in London, but you wanted to go back to Canada and university.

It had been the splat middle of the pandemic, and only necessary flights were scheduled, and it so happened that you and Jessie were sitting, with one free seat in between you, on a plane to Canada. You had both started talking, and then you realized everything you had in common. Canada natives, olympians, high level athletes. The rest was history.

Jessie sat in her living room with relatively the whole Chelsea team. Over the years, you had become close friends with the girls, even though you lived in Canada to play hockey professionally. The room had never been more crowded. On Jessie’s couch in-front of her flatscreen TV was magda, pernille, guro, sam, niahm and herself. On the floor at their feet sat Millie, Kadeisha, Fran, Ann- Kat and Zecira. And then across the room, chairs from the dinner table had been scattered across the TV area, seating Maren, Joanna, Lauren, Jess, and Emily. It was fully. Very full.

The game started with the national anthem and the shake of hands, as soccer does. But things went different quickly. The game was full of contact, even more because it was an olympic final between USA and Canada. Jessie watched, concentrating hard. "Jesus!" Magda yelled as a player for body slammed against the walls of the rink. "It’s fine, Magda. It’s hockey." Jessie muttered absent mindedly.

In the second period, it was 2-1 for USA and you got a penalty. A player pushed you hard against the glass and you completely abandoned your stick, going over and pushing her onto the ice. A fight broke out, your team holding you back and the opposite team yelling in your face. The ref put you in the box for the two minute penalty. You took your helmet off and looked around in annoyance as you sat in the box, chewing on your mouth guard.

"Damn Fleming. Every time I see her do that mouth guard thing I remember that our little quiet JFlem pulled her." Sam teased, making her blush red. You did look good. Slightly sweaty, tangled hair and stressed eyes did nothing to your charm.

It was only three minutes after you got let out from your penalty that you got taken down. Obviously, the girl you had pushed has held a grudge. As you skated with the puck and body checked you, sending your body flying sideways into the panels.

Your left leg collided with the panel, and you knew something was wrong immediately. It was the way your knee bent backwards and you screamed before you could stop yourself. The ref didn’t stop the play immediately much to the yells and cries of your teammates. By the time the ref blew the whistle, you were sobbing in pain on the ground.

"Holy shit! Ref! Why isn’t he calling that what the hell!" Jessie yelled, standing up and screaming at the TV as the camera panned on you, your body on the ground and your leg stuck out strangely. "That looks broken…" Ann Kat whispered to Z who nodded. "Shit. Shit." Jessie sweared, sitting down and putting her head between her hands. "Hey, she’ll be okay. She will be okay." Magda said, rubbing her hand on Jessie’s back. The freckled Canadian just nodded slowly.

The medics came and got you off the rink quickly, there was no way you could keep playing. You cried as you went off the rink, your helmet abandoned behind you. Your teammates patted you on the back and you just had to tell them to keep going.

But there was nothing you could do. You sat in the medical examiners room, your gear being taken off and your body examined. And thirty minutes later, you heard the final whistle and knew that USA had won gold. You cried, more for the loss than for your leg. You knew a broke leg meant you would be out for a while, and if you were out you could stay in London with Jessie. But loosing the gold medal match… that hurt more than a broken leg ever could.

One week later.

A nice stewardess rolled you out of the plane in a wheelchair as you held your crutches and your bag. You guys talked as she brought you to the area where your luggage would be, and where Jessie would be.

As you entered the large space, you spotted her right away. It was hard not too considering the entire chelsea team was there. Tears filled your eyes as you told the woman wheeling you you were good here. You stood up carefully and Jessie rushed up to you and hugged you tightly, then kissing you a couple of times. "I’m so sorry. I’m sorry." Jessie said. "You did so good. You played so well." Jessie said to you lovingly. "I’m okay. It’s okay. I’m here with you now." You said, holding her to you and kissing her again. "And the whole chelsea team apparently." You laughed, waving at the girls. "Yeah they all insisted to come. You scared the shit out of me during that game babe." Jessie said gently.

You smiled at her as a way of apologizing but she quickly ushered you to sit down and wheeled you towards the girls who greeted you as the Chelsea girls do. Loudly.

#woso fic #woso imagine #woso x reader #woso #chelsea fcw #jessie fleming #sam kerr #magda eriksson

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mattybraps10 · 6 months

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He Could Be The One | Trevor Zegras x Reader

Summary: After a long day of travelling, y/n and the guys settle in to watch a movie.

Word Count: ~916

By: M

part one | part three

PART TWO: Dinner and a Movie

Trevor's room is the complete opposite of what I was expecting. Instead of piles of dirty clothes and the occasional empty water bottle thrown on the ground, everything was neatly put in its place, freshly cleaned clothes folded on the edge of the pristinely made bed, waiting to be put away. I put my bag on the floor and start unpacking the essentials. I walk into the bathroom, surprised to see that Trevor does not in fact use a 9-in-1 shampoo, conditioner, body wash, etc. Instead, he has a variety of products, ranging from shampoo and conditioner to a step-by-step skin care routine. I placed my dopp kit on the counter next to the sink, carefully arranging my skin care products beside his. I then placed my hairbrush on the counter alongside my toothbrush and toothpaste, humming Wildest Dreams by Taylor Swift to myself. I look up into the mirror, surprised to see Trevor leaning on the door frame behind me.

"Oh! How long have you been there?" I ask, completely startled.

"Not long at all actually... I was just going to ask if you wanted to come down for dinner. Jamie and Jack ordered pizza." He smiles, stepping back to let me through the door.

"Yeah! That sounds great thanks!" I say, starting down the stairs, looking over my shoulder to see him following close behind me.

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"Thanks for getting my favorite pizza!" I say to Jack, helping him load the dishwasher.

"Of course y/n. I know how picky you are." He laughs, shoving me playfully with his shoulder.

I laugh, throwing my head back and once again noticing Trevor staring at me over the back of the couch.

"Guys. Time for a movie!" He calls, when he realizes I've noticed his stare.

"Ugh... Fine. But, I am not watching Parent Trap with you again." Jack says, addressing me.

My favorite movie has been The Parent Trap with Lindsay Lohan from before I can remember. Every time we sit down to watch a movie, it's the first suggestion I bring to the table. I remember when Jack finally gave in and let us watch it, only to become annoyed when he realized I had the whole thing memorized. Naturally, I quoted the movie back to him as we watched.

"Ok whatever." I reply rolling my eyes and walking over to take my place beside Jamie on the couch.

Before I can sit down, however, Jack rushes in front of me practically throwing himself onto the couch.

"Sorry! This seat's taken!" Jack says, looking up at me as if he didn't just steal my spot.

He turns towards the empty spot on the couch between Trevor and Jamie. I laugh to myself thinking there's no way Jack's gonna leave me to sit with Trevor, but, he makes no move to stand, and instead starts laughing at me. I roll my eyes at him, taking my seat next to Trevor and scooting way too close to Jamie.

"Ok, since you got to pick your seat, I get to pick the movie..." I start.

"Um- No. Actually I get to pick the movie, since I have to room with you." Trevor sneers, cutting me off.

"Well, actually... I think that's a great idea." I nod to him, deciding to be nice for once.

"You... What?" He says, shocked that I could say such a thing.

"You heard me." I reply with a smirk on my face.

After a long debate between Trevor and Jamie over who gets to actually use the remote to turn on the movie, Trevor wins and picks 10 Things I Hate About You.

The opening credits start, and as Kat's song starts blasting from her car drowning out the girls next to her, I turn to Trevor curious as to why he picked one of my favorite romantic comedies of all time.

"Trevor... Why did you pick this movie? It doesn't really strike me as something you would watch..."

"Oh? What? Because I play hockey I can't like romantic movies? You're so stereotypical." He rolls his eyes, turning back to the movie and muttering about something I can't quite hear.

We all watch the movie in silence, laughing when appropriate. By the time Kat is dancing on the table at Bogey Lowenstein's party, my eyes have become heavy. After a long day of travelling, I find myself drifting off to sleep leaning my head on the thing closest to me, which just so happens to be the shoulder of an unsuspecting Trevor Zegras. He jumps a bit, but, I am so tired that I don't really care. I nestle my head into his shoulder as he wraps his arm around me, pulling me close. I drift in and out of consciousness for the rest of the movie, tuning into snippets of conversations between Jamie, Jack, and Trevor.

"Trevor. Did you really pick 10 Things I Hate About You because you like it?" Jack asks curious to know why the movie was chosen.

"I- Uh- Well... No. I actually chose it because I remember watching it with y/n for her 15th birthday..." He sighs.

"OH MY GOD DUDE!" Jamie wheezes. "YOU-" I drift off again.

I wake up to a strong set of arms carrying me upstairs. All I feel is the warmth of a chest, and I nestle in, taking in the familiar scent.

"Ok, n/n. Time for bed." The voice says, gently placing my head against a soft pillow, and tucking me under the blanket. I drift off to sleep happy to be in a comfortable bed surrounded by a sweet honey-filled scent.

#trevor zegras #trevor zegras x reader #hockey fanfiction

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zaftikat · 1 year

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State of the Kat – March 2023

It's probably time for a game design update since I've not talked much about it lately. I've got 4 major projects in the air right now, each progressing at different rates. I was close to having two of them become playable skeletons, but… game design burnout hit me hard in February (and that's ok)! My output between October and January was unsustainable, and Feb was the right time for a break. I took some time off of game design.

I spent that time getting much better at fighting games (much better does not mean good). There is a lot to the gameplay loop and act of practice in fighting games, and so much of it is fine-tuned to work really well. In particular, I was practising a lot of Them's Fightin' Herds. I fell in love with how the magic system works. Learning from that, I churned those crunchy bits of design around in my head, and nervously pecked at some ideas like a chicken on her first day at a farm sanctuary. So let's talk about the game that got me back to design (and the state of the other 3 projects) after the cut.

Noora Rose of Monkeys Paw Games tweeted

Tabletop role-playing games would be much better if, instead of the G standing for "games," it stood for Gamera.

and I was like, "fuck yeah, what if it did stand for Gamera?" Then, something clicked. With @efangamez's (sorry for the tag) Trans Destruction Jam going on, the idea for a game where trans people can turn into kaiju and get to destroy the mansion of a certain bigoted children's author was formed. As I tried to figure out how that would work mechanically, the hours of fighting games I had saturated my brain with said "remember Godzilla Destroy All Monster Melee?" and a PVE fighter sprung forth.

What was originally supposed to have been a cathartic lyric game started to shape itself into a game with combo decay, and super meter. As this morphed further into an increasingly crunch focused fighter, I realized it had to be GM-ful, and for sure needed a segment of play for downtime/RP. So what was supposed to be a straight forward romp had turned into a complex design project.

I'm happy to say that over the last 2 weeks, this game has taken shape into some of my absolute best mechanical design work. Instead of HP and Stats, you have a shared pool of invested resource points that are spent across multiple game actions, with an eye for risk/reward balance. Normals combo together in a really satisfying way, and lead into specials and supers just like the kind of combo loop you would expect from a 2d fighter. Beam attacks (a kaiju essential) work almost exactly like the Magic system in Them's Fightin' Herds. It all feels really satisfying as a gameplay loop. I'm looking forward to this game finally being in a state for playtesting, because hitting a perfect combo feels like you just flattened a city block (which you very well may have).

But that's not all i've been working on recently. I've also got 2 different sitcom games in the works. One is based on Letterkenny, and uses the firebrands framework. The other is based on Frasier and uses a failure first resolution system that I'm tentatively calling Crane. Crane will eventually be an SRD for anyone and everyone to use with credit. The idea was that all games using the system would be called "Crane Games" as a little silly play on words :3. Hello, I'm Listening is a game set in 90s Seattle that pits players against their characters own foibles in a quest for their happily ever after. This game is currently fully playable apart from the engine I'm working on to create "sets" which borrows some ideas from the Wanderhome location generation system to actualize locations where our characters can get into devastatingly embarrassing situations. The Letterkenny inspired Firebrands hack called Kenmare, Ontario uses the faction system to put Hicks, Skids, and Hockey Players into the messy and romantic situations you'd expect from Firebrands games. I currently have 3 mini-games designed for this, with more on the way as the inspiration comes to me. But, that's not all. I've also included what I consider to be the most comprehensive guide to developing a hockey nickname ever included in a TTRPG. When this hits shelves (and by that I mean itch) you're gonna have a blast solving small town problems, ferda. I mentioned a 4th game in the introduction, but this is running kinda long already, so I'll keep that short. I've got another trans TTRPG in the works where you play as magical girls. It's got procedurally generated dungeons where you take on a Madoka Magica-esque unreality maze, and at the centre save the soul of someone tormented by despair. It melds tarot card story games with crunchy dungeon crawls to give you a really rad experience, but I'm gonna be honest, this game is ambitious and is probably years away. I'll update you on this one if anything changes.

#indie ttrpgs #ttrpg #ttrpg design #game design #kaiju #letterkenny #frasier #fighting games

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oceangirl24 · 1 year

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Tag Game! Here We Go Again

I'm enjoying these way too much. However, I did just spend an hour working on the first chapter of Saudade, so I feel like I earned this. lol

I got hit twice by @mrsmungus and @tsunderewatermelon so I'm doing them all.

My Words: Sick, prove, lay, choke, touch, dangle, drift, sample, cold, never, honest

Your Words: sport, behead, steel, build, buffet

Tagging everyone pretty much (no pressure of course): @mrsmungus @mikaharuka @tsunderewatermelon @writingpotato07 @winterlovesong1 @hylianjo @lena-hills and anyone who wants to jump in.

Autumn in Philadelphia

Lay: “Whoa! Does this stuff stink!” Shawn exclaimed waving his hand in front of his face. He wrinkled his nose in repulsion at the acrid-smelling concoction he and Cory had created. The bathroom was a mess— tubes and capless bottles lay all over the counter and floor.

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AiP: The Return

Dangle: She then gave Dylan a sly side glance, curious if he knew anything about the sport at all. She told him, “Daddy knows a bunch of the pros on the Rangers and Islanders and plays in one of the men’s leagues at my home rink when he can. He’s got a mean clapper. Everyone says so. He goes top shelf at least once in almost every game and I’ve seen him let loose a few Howizters, too. Put him in a barn burner and he’ll show you what a dangler he is. He’s a real beaut.” She waited expectantly to see if he understood anything she’d said. Her hockey knowledge rivaled her figure skating knowledge, and she was just a bit smug about it.

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Prove: “Prove you’re not boring.”

Jon gave him an apprehensive glare. He said nothing.

“See!” Shawn said to Audrey holding his hands out towards Jon. “He won’t even say anything! He’s boring.”

“Fine,” the teacher snapped. “What do you want me to do?”

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Choke: As he watched Kat fawn over Jon and completely ignore him, Shawn was eating the coleslaw that had been in the back of the refrigerator for three weeks. It was as offensive and detestable as the woman in his home, but he didn’t need to eat much of it. He just had to choke down a couple of spoonfuls. Just before Audrey was due to come over, his stomach began to complain loudly at his poor choice of food.

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Drift: Katherine always assumed that if Jon ever got married, and that was a very big if, it would be very late in life. And if he had kids, it would be one at the most with someone he wasn’t with anymore. She imagined him to be very successful in his career while still drifting from relationship to relationship.

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Honest: Shawn frowned. “Give me your honest opinion: what do you think Ms. Tompkins is up to?”

“Honestly? I don’t know yet. But I have this really bad feeling when she’s around.”

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Sample- no sample so I went with portion: Jon spent his Sunday afternoon on the phone trying to reach the administrators of the schools the new hires came from. Five files lay out on his desk in front him. All five were incomplete. Credentials were missing with portions of the resumes redacted. Jon had never seen educator profiles like these in his career.

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AiP: Saudade (Unpublished WIP- extra long snippet cause I'm excited. lol)

Cold: “I remember her offerin' to go home with you when you were released to be your private nurse.”

Jon shook his head. “I don’t remember any of that.”

“Yeah, well,” Shawn rubbed his hands together as though he was suddenly cold. “I didn’t hear you tell her no or anythin' so I kinda thought you were into her. And since I was still upset about you and Audrey, I sorta left without seein' you.”

A look of sadness washed over Jon’s face as he sat back against the elevated bed. “Why would you think that I’d be flirtin' with my nurse right after comin’ out of a coma?”

Shawn shrugged his face reddening with embarrassment. “Well, Chet told me that when he came down to see you, he saw the nurse all over you and you were clearly enjoyin' it.”

He caught the look of confusion and outrage on Jon’s face as he continued, “Chet said it was the same woman he saw you with at the beginnin’ of the school year.”

“What?!” was all Jon could say.

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Never: “He said he saw you guys at the Sunoco gas station at the edge of town. She was all over you and he said you were really into her, that you-“

“Shawn,” Jon held up his hand to stop him. “That was no blonde at the Sunoco station- that was Audrey.”

“What?!”

“Yeah, that was Audrey. She came down a couple of times to see me right at the beginning of the school year, but we almost got caught together by one of the board members, so she stopped comin’ down and I went up to see her. There was never a blonde, not at the gas station and not at the hospital. And Chet never came to see me.”

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Sick Day

Sick: "I don't do sick, Aud," Jon leaned again the door frame again. "I have a hard enough time taking care of myself when I'm sick. I don't know how to take care of a kid! You remember that cold I had in January?"

"Yes, I do. And I'm very thankful colds only last a week. I was this close..." she put her thumb and forefinger up to his nose. There was little space between her fingers. "To requesting another cooperating teacher to finish my student teaching with."

"And you wanna leave Shawn with me?"

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Touch: Audrey quietly walked behind the couch. Her heart was full of emotion and affection for them both. She leaned over the couch and lightly put the back of her hand on Shawn's forehead. The teen's brow was cool to the touch. She pulled the blanket up around his shoulders and tucked it under his chin. She watched him for a while, smiling to herself. Then she turned her attention to the man next to him and found that he was watching her through half-open eyes.

#word tag #tag game #writing tag game #boy meets world fanfiction #snippets #wip fanfiction #sneek peek #shawn hunter #jonathan turner

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ladylooch · 10 months

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Omg bless that anon that gave us Jack and lucie content. I’ve been dyinggg to see them interact lmao imagine him having to watch BOTH lucie and lio? Lio’s going crazy trying to impress Jack with his hockey skills (Jack is trying really hard to make sure he doesn’t hurt himself, timo would KILL him) meanwhile he’s got to keep his eye on lucie because she keeps sneaking off to go open her candy stash

Ahhh the chaos 🤣

"Lio!" Jack screams down the ice, watching the little kid barrel as hard as he can towards the net. "Slow down, dude! You can barely stop." Jack's gloved hands go to his helmet, eyes wide as he watches Lio tumble close to the boards. There is enough snow on the ice that he barely taps into the wall. "Oh my god. Why did I agree to this?" He mumbles, skating down to Lio and glancing at the rink door to see if this kid's dad is done with his shit yet.

"Again!" Lio screams as he pops back up. "I'm gonna do a spin move this time."

"Please don't." Jack whispers, but Lio is already gone. He glances to the bench where Lucie is was. Shit! "Lee, where is Lu?"

"Dunno." Lio calls, heading towards the net again. This time he wipes out at the blue line. He looks up at jack, pink tinging his cheeks.

"Yeah, now you look like your dad out here." Jack jokes, tapping his shin pad. Lucie comes bopping back in with a king sized Kit Kat bar. "Dude I got into so much trouble last time I gave you candy. Your mom still hasn't forgiven me."

"She didn't like the tattoo." Lucie corrects him with judgement.

"Something tells me that won't be the last tattoo your parents don't like." Lucie looks back at him innocently, not understanding the joke.

"Can we go to McDonald's? I'm bored."

"No. Your dad's will be out any minute."

Little does Jack know, Nico and Timo are watching them from behind the glass of the inner observation area, laughing at how prepared Jack insisted he was for becoming a dad soon.

"Next time we should give him Liv and Kenz too." Timo suggests, popping a few nuts into his mouth.

"Ehh, we gotta be careful with him. He might end up running."

"If he can survive Luc and Lio, he can survive a newborn."

"What should their reward be for their reign of terror?"

They both contemplate for a minute then say at the same time "McDonald's."

#Lio & Lucie

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recallthename · 5 months

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I need everyone who follows me to understand how FUCKING INSANE Connor Bedard is. HOLY SHIT.

#Kat does hockey #source: am at the game tonight and just watched him score a Michigan

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provokedgoalie · 1 year

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I wasn't officially tagged but I saw @donttelltheelff do this & I wanted to take a crack at it <3 I'll tag @puckssbunny @future-kat-lady @paulie-the-penguin @robindrake13 @girlwiththenegantattoo @rotten-home @mikkomacko @holdingpenalty

what book are you currently reading? - good girl, bad blood by holly jackson :)

favourite movie you saw in theatres this past year? - I don't think I've been in the past year 😅

what do you usually wear? - around the house: pj/sweatpants & a shirt or long sleeve. out: ripped jeans, shirt & my converse

how tall are you? - about 5'4" I think. it's been a while since I've been measured tbh.

what's your star sign & do you share a birthday with a celebrity or historical event? - I'm a Scorpio & I actually share a bday with Hurricanes hockey player Brett Pesce 🤙🏽

do you go by your name or a nickname? - I go by my name.

did you grow up to become what you wanted to be as a child? - lol no

are you in a relationship? if not, who is your crush if you have one? - nope. does hockey players count as a crush lmao

what is something you're good at vs something you're bad at? - I'm good at writing poetry??? uh & I'm bad at.... math?? yeah hated it in hs

dogs or cats? - I like both :) but I guess I lean more towards dogs?? there's always this (I'm assuming lab) dog in our neighborhood that sleeps in the sun & it's so cute

if you draw/write/create in any way, what's your favourite picture/line/etc. from something you created in the last year? - I couldn't choose just one! but these two: ❤️ & ❤️

what is something you would like to create content for? - I really want to get back into learning to draw & do some fanart. lowkey wanna draw some hockey boys

what's something you're currently obsessed with? - ...hockey 🙈 sorry to my non sports moots..

what's something you were excited about this past year that turned out to be disappointing? - I didn't get to go to this hockey game I wanted to attend because I had to work :c (like why did we have to stay open for that thanksgiving week??)

what's a hidden talent of yours? - I can wiggle my right ear??

are you religious? - nope. (although I do follow the greek god hades. I haven't been super active in my practice, sadly. I also long since rejected christianity, but am still forced to attend church with family)

what's something you wish to have at the moment? fucking rest. I'm tired of going to work. tired of kids. my energy is like draining by minute

#c #about me

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ilyasorokinn · 3 years

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the heartbreak season series

these series are all standalones but are all interconnected. sorry if that's confusing. feel free to ask questions. each series will drop once the previous series is done. so, once waves if completed, then the next series will drop.

i got this idea after re-reading @spine-buster series "the storm before the calm" and my creative writing brain just started working. also, a big thank you for @fallinallincurls & @vicbug74 for letting me come to you and rant.

weekly wednesday updates

as stated above, this series can be read in any order, but this is the order i would read it in, just cause it’s the publishing order.

the waves series (completed)

the dandelions series (ongoing)

𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 ― andrei svechnikov

❝ 'cause i'm in a field of dandelions wishing on everyone that you'll be mine, mine ❞ ― ruth b

the "dandelions" playlist

TRIGGER WARNINGS: coming soon

aurora darling, best friend to colorado avalanche's erik johnson, katerina foley-johnson, uprooted her entire life in dallas to raleigh, north carolina after getting offered a better teaching job. after a bad breakup, she decided it was time to move, and move on from the guy.

she moved to a new state with every intention of focusing on her, and swearing off all men, especially hockey players, but carolina had other plans.

after accidentally ending up in the same bar as the carolina hurricanes and meeting andrei svechnikov (and turning him down), andrei makes it his mission to change her mind.

prologue

chapter one

𝐖𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐒 ― erik johnson

❝ it’s comes and goes in waves, it always does ❞ ― dean lewis

the "waves" playlist

TRIGGER WARNINGS: domestic abuse, abuse, drug addiction/use, alcohol abuse/addiction, childhood abandonment, parental trauma

katerina foley, or kat, was a person who didn't like the dwell on the past. she grew up with not the best parents and childhood, so she tried to forget.

she put her past behind her and moved to colorado at the age of 18. she had no idea what she wanted to do, so she started out simply as a bartender.

erik johnson had the opposite. he grew up in a loving family and knew when his next meal was coming. he went to good schools and made a career for himself.

so, when he drunkenly stumbled into a bar with his friends and saw the pretty bartender serving up drinks, he decided to shoot his shot.

prologue

chapter one

chapter two

chapter three

chapter four

chapter five

chapter six

chapter seven

chapter eight

chapter nine

chapter ten

chapter eleven

chapter twelve

chapter thirteen

chapter fourteen

epilogue

the timeline is a little confusing, so here’s a post that should help out with any confusion.

add yourself to the taglist!

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differenttriumphdragon · 3 years

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Warioware Headcanons

Orbulon's drastic design change between G&W and Gold was because he noticed the prevalence of Cute Mascot Characters on advertising and such and deduced that looking "cuter" would make world domination easier. (That and he gained a bit of weight from stuffing his face with burgers.)

His voice actually didn't change at all; he just needed translation software to communicate up until Gold.

Speaking of which, Dribble and Spitz totally figured out that the "hot girl" they picked up that one time was Orby, or at least an alien in disguise, from the second he started "talkin' in 3D" (Dribble's words after the fact).

Spitz and Forthington are brothers, and it absolutely shows in their engineering skills: Spitz can make anything a taxi, and Forthington can make anything a plane.

The Taxi Two once challenged the Air Ralliers to 2-on-2 Air Hockey, but Dribble and Forthington got so heated that they broke the machine without conceding a single point.

Ashley is 13, Penny and Cricket are 15, and Mona is 17. 18-Volt, however, really IS older than 9-Volt...by one year.

Ashley thinks her theme song is cringe nowadays, but Red still likes it. He once tried to say that Ashley's just in her Teenage Angst phase, but shut up immediately after noticing her glaring daggers at him.

Ashley did indeed show up to the next potluck, but she insisted it was just for the food. (Red knew better than to point out her lie.)

Yes, they're friends, but Orbulon is still a little wary of being left alone with Ashley or Red.

Red's translation skills extend to reading other people's feelings; he's especially good with Ashley's, since he basically raised her himself.

Speaking of parents, nobody knows anything about Penny's, not even Penny herself. There's a rumor going around that Crygor cloned himself to make her as a way of passing on his inventing genius. Penny, for her part, is satisfied with the family she has.

Also speaking of parents, Mona's "pets" are actually legally her adopted children, and she treats them as such. She often goes to Joe and 5-Volt for advice on raising them right.

Orbulon is dreadful with small children. Kat and Ana respect him for treating them like adults, but put him in front of a baby and he'll be absolutely hopeless. (This is the REAL reason why he's the worst character for "Rock The Baby".)

Shortly after 13-Amp lost to 18-Volt, Penny coincidentally ran into her at school and cajoled her into being her and Ashley's friend. 13-Amp does not know the two work with 9 and 18 yet.

#warioware #orbulon #dribble #spitz #forthington #ashley #penny crygor #young cricket #mona #18-volt #9 volt #red #dr crygor #5 volt #13-amp

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kiarcheo · 2 years

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Sisters Are Doin’ It For Themselves 3/5

Can read on ao3 too

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‘Crap.’

‘What?’

‘How upset would you be if I missed your birthday dinner?’ Anne asks Anna, grimacing. ‘Kat is coming over.’

She had forgotten about it. Or better. She hadn’t realised the two things would coincide.

'So what? Invite her! She can come too!’ Anna doesn’t see the problem at all.

‘Really?’

‘Sure! I like her.’

‘Good.’ Anne relaxes, relieved. ‘You can't be in my life if you don’t like her.’

‘This is for you.’ Kat hands Anna a gift bag.

‘You shouldn’t have but thank you.’

‘It’s nothing big, Anne didn’t give me much notice.’

‘This is amazing! Can’t imagine if you had more time!’ Anna reveals the framed cloth embroidered with her name and surrounded by a German flag, a dog, a hockey stick, and crossed fork, spoon, and knife. ‘How did you know?’

‘I listen to Anne.’ Because, boy, she talks about her. Kat never even had to ask because she had all the info already available.

‘This is so good,’ Cathy praises as she looks at it more closely. ‘How did you do it? How did you learn?’

‘Well, mamá Lina is great at drawing and she taught me a bit. And then I had to find something to do with mum too.’

Well, her mamá suggested it, saying that her mum would like to spend time with her doing something practical too, and Kat had only been happy to do so. And it made sense to her child’s mind, that her mum would be sad and feel left out if she spent all her time with her mamá. She didn’t like when Anne had to be at home with her siblings either.

‘Embroidery, cross-stitching, knitting, sewing...she knows it all.’

‘They are both great with their hands.’ Anne wiggles her eyebrows.

‘Eww!’ Kat slaps her arm. ‘Those are my mums!’ She shakes her head as if to remove the thought. ‘Anyway, it’s quite relaxing.’

Anne scoffs. ‘Not really. But she is a great teacher. And knitting is not that bad.’

‘We had epic needles fights,’ Kat recalls.

Anne nods with a fond smile. ‘Too bad they wouldn’t let us use them for scratching when we had our casts on.’

‘I bet you two were holy terrors,’ Anna comments as the girls beam at each other while reminiscing.

‘Were??’ they ask at the same time, acting affronted.

‘You excited?’

Cathy snorts at Anna’s question. Anne is one skip short of bouncing off the walls. She has been talking about the visit for days.

‘I know it has been just a couple of months, since they came to help Kat move in, but I missed them.’

‘I think that’s cute.’

‘Is your sister going to be here?’

Now it’s Anna’s turn to snicker at Cathy’s attempt to sound disinterested.

‘Uh?’

‘Is Kat coming too?’ Anna takes pity on her friend and repeats the question for her.

On The Ride starts playing.

‘Spoken it into existence!’ Anne winks at her, bringing her phone to her ear.

‘Hey. Okay.’ She immediately hangs up. ‘She is there.’ She points out.

‘Mamá! Mum!’ They can hear Kat’s voice as they walk towards her.

‘And there are the ‘rents.’

‘You’re acting as if you hadn’t seen them in ages,’ Anne comments once they are close.

Kat releases Jane. ‘I won’t hug you then, since I saw you two days ago.’

‘Shut up and hug me.’

Kat does so, picking her up and twirling her around for good measure.

‘So unfair you get to be taller,’ Anne grumbles, as usual, when she is put down.

‘I won the genetic lottery,’ Kat replies quite smugly – again, as usual.

‘Yes, you did,’ Cathy mutters under her breath, earning herself an elbow in the ribs courtesy of Anna. The yelp she lets out catches Anne’s attention.

‘Right!’ Anne turns to them. ‘This is mamá Lina–’

‘Catherine.’ Cathy holds out her hand. 'Cathy,’ she amends at the weird looks she is getting from her friends who had never once heard her referring to herself by her full name.

‘Anna.’ Once again she comes to her friend’s rescue, providing a distraction.

‘– and this is mum Jane.’

‘Anne told us a lot about you,’ both Jane and Anna say at the same time, prompting laughter.

Then Jane turns to Anne. ‘Well? No hugs for us?’

Anne bounces towards them and draws both women into a bear hug.

‘That’s better,’ Jane states, contented. She keeps an arm around Anne’s shoulders once they disentangle.

‘Do you have any plans?’ Catalina asks Anna and Cathy.

‘Going home?’ Anna looks over at her flatmate, who nods in confirmation.

‘Why don’t you join us for lunch?’

‘We don’t want to intrude.’

‘It would be our pleasure, really,’ Jane reassures them.

‘We’d like to know you better,’ Catalina adds, ‘and you can tell us what Anne has been up to.’

‘Why not Kat?’ Anne asks.

‘Because Kat call us every day. And they are your friends,’ Jane replies.

‘Or did you mean why not ask Kat?’ Catalina interjects, before giving Anne a look that says ‘are you really asking that?’

Anne beams proudly. ‘Kat would never tell on me.’

‘Please feel free to tell me if I’m being indiscreet,’ Jane addresses Anna and Cathy, but also sends a glance towards Anne, hoping she will intervene if her friends are too polite to say so, ‘but what are you plans for Christmas?’

‘We’re just going to stay here.’

Jane shares a look with Catalina, who gives a small nod. ‘We would like to extend an invitation then.’

‘Oh, no, no, we couldn’t.’

‘We’re serious. We would be happy to have you over.’

‘They are used to take in strays, if that’s what you’re worried about,’ Kat tells them, seeing the struggle on their faces, she imagines between wanting to accept and spend Christmas with friends and not wanting to intrude on family time.

‘Are you calling me a bitch?’

‘I did not. But you certainly could use a muzzle from time to time,’ Kat deadpans, looking at Anne.

‘Come on, I haven’t bitten you in ages!’

‘What??’

‘It’s a sign of affection!’ Anne defends herself.

‘I meant to keep your mouth shut. Which as you’re proving right now, you could really use.’

‘Is this what we were missing so much?’ Catalina asks her wife, before turning to the other two girls who are looking on amused. ‘Anyway, if you want to see more of these antics, you’re more than welcome to join us for Christmas. It’s quite lowkey, just us–’

‘Are–’ Anne starts, interrupting her.

‘Yes, they are coming.’

‘Oh joy,’ Anne mutters.

‘Must we do this every single year?’ Jane asks with a sigh.

‘One can only hope that one day the answer will be different.’

‘You love George,’ Catalina reminds her.

‘Yes, I love him,’ Anne stresses the pronoun. ‘What I don’t like is his...whatever.’

‘Wife,’ Jane says. ‘You know perfectly well that she is his wife.’

‘Unfortunately.’

‘God help the fool who falls in love with Kat,’ Catalina murmurs.

‘Or worse, the fool Kat falls in love with,’ Jane adds.

‘No, Anne, before you ask, there is nobody.’ Kat sends a glare towards her mothers for bringing up the topic. ‘Not after you scared away my last two girlfriends.’

‘Anyone who can be scared that easily into letting you go doesn’t deserve you in the first place.’

‘I agree with Anne.’

‘Of course, you do,’ Catalina whispers. Not to say that her wife fomented Anne’s protective streak...but her wife fomented Anne’s protective streak. And rewarded it.

‘Anyway, my non-existent romantic life aside,’ Kat tries to change the subject and get them back on track. ‘Lowkey Christmas. We just...eat a lot of food and play games.’ She stops to think about it. ‘That’s mostly it.’

‘You don’t have to decide now. Just think about it.’ Catalina smiles at them. ‘No obligations.’

‘Please tell me you’ll be coming!’ Anne pleads with her friends once the parents leave. ‘If only to give me a respite from Jane.’

‘Really nice Annie!’ Kat elbows her. ‘Jane is George’s wife,’ she adds seeing the confusion on their faces.

‘Even her name is troublesome,’ Anne complains. ‘Had to have the same name as mum.’

‘It’s not like she had a choice,’ Kat replies. It’s clearly a well-rehearsed argument between them. ‘And you could call her Rocky like I do.’ She then turns to Anna and Cathy. ‘She is nice, if you give her a chance,’ she tells them, not wanting them to have preconceived notions about the woman without ever having met her.

‘And you’re always defending her,’ Anne grumbles.

‘You know you’re my favourite.’ Kat kisses her cheek. ‘Always been, always will be.’

‘You know you don’t have to, right? Not only there is more than a month to go,’ Kat says as they walk around the shopping centre, Cathy having asked for her help with Christmas shopping, ‘but my mums don’t expect you to bring them gifts. You could show up with a bottle of wine for all they care. Even without that probably.’

Kat frowns, hearing Cathy muttering something about making a good impression.

‘Cathy…do you like Anne?’ She asks cautiously. ‘As in…do you have a crush on her?’ She clarifies. They are friends, so she obviously likes her.

‘What? No!’

Kat breathes a sigh of relief. Not just because she might like Cathy. Possibly more than just as friends. But also because she knows Anne likes Anna, and Anna likes Anne, not that they are any wiser….but when they do realise that…Cathy would just end up heartbroken. And their friendship potentially damaged.

‘Why would you think so?’ Cathy asks, looking genuinely puzzled by her assumption.

Kat shrugs. ‘You’re putting an awful lot of effort into finding perfect gifts for them....it made more sense if you wanted to impress them because they are important to Anne.’

‘Does it look like I’m trying too hard to win them over because I like their daughter?’

‘That’s what you’re doing?’

‘Hopefully.’

‘But you said–’

‘I did.’ Cathy looks at her, hopeful little smile on her lips, waiting for her to get it.

‘You like me?’ Kat breathes out when she finally does.

‘Very much.’

‘And you asked me to come today to buy gifts to impress my mums?’ she asks, almost to make sure that she is understanding the situation correctly.

‘Who knows them better than you?’ Kat nods. Cathy has a point there. ‘And I get to spend time with you.’

‘That’s nice.’

‘Yeah?’ For the first time Cathy seems insecure. ‘I mean, I know it’s not like I need their permission to date you, but–’

‘Whose permission do you need?’

‘Yours?’

‘Good answer.’

Cathy relaxes. Then she chuckles, ‘For a moment I thought whether I should say Anne.’

‘I bet she would love that.’ Kat shakes her head fondly. ‘I adore her, but no. But if you tell her that, you could win some points.’

‘She is not going to kill me, right?’ Cathy sounds worried for a moment. She knows how protective Anne is.

‘Perhaps we could wait a bit before telling her? See how it goes?’

She can see what Anne (and her mum) means when she says that anyone deciding she is ‘too much work’ just because she has a slightly overprotective best friend (and worst of all, anyone who doesn’t even tell her that is the reason, but makes it seems like it’s somehow her fault instead) does not deserve her and is not worth the tears. It doesn’t mean it didn’t hurt though.

‘I’d like to get to know you better, like, just the two of us, before having Anne insisting on chaperoning us everywhere.’

‘Just to be clear. Are you saying you would like to go on a date with me?’

‘Yes.’

‘Yes!’ Cathy exclaims, giving a little hop. ‘I mean,’ she tries to compose herself. ‘Yes. Thank you.’

‘You’re so cute.’

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himbeaux-on-ice · 2 years

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Things I have learned since falling into hockey that are mostly unrelated to hockey: where Montreal actually is, that US and Canadian Kit Kat’s are different, and several other random geographical and other facts

did u learn the kitkat thing from like Friday’s episode of the SDP because that was ALSO news to me too! like wtf, does it TASTE different? does it look the same? also where did u think Montreal was I’m deeply curious lmao

#asks #dragonsthough101

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jostyriggslover96 · 3 years

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What could go wrong? Pt. 6

AN: Hope you enjoy part 6! Warning, this part contains smut! So grateful for all the love I’ve been getting for this story. My inbox is always open if you want to chat about the story, or hockey, or really whatever! Keep an eye out for a Nolan story soon and maybe even a Brock Boeser blurb!

Smut and nsfw content are 18+, minors DNI

Pt.7

What could go wrong? Pt.6

You groaned as you felt an arm on your shoulder shaking you awake. You curled up under the warm comforter and slapped the hand away.

“Go away, I’m sleeping,” you mumbled tiredly. You heard Jamie chuckle somewhere behind you, and felt the bed dip as he moved to sit on it. “Seriously Jam, you kept me up half the night,” you moaned out.

“What can I say? Seeing you in victory green does something to me,” he whispered in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. His hand gently grazed your thigh as his fingers danced over the lace of your panties and played with the hem of his t-shirt that you had thrown on at some point during the night.

“I’m not fucking you before your morning skate if that’s where you’re going with this, I’m too tired,” you whined, still refusing to open your eyes. Jamie chuckled once again as you huffed and slapped his hand away before you go too turned on to resist him.

“That’s not why I’m waking you up.”

“Well, what do you want then Benn?”

“I just wanted to tell you that I’m leaving for practice, text me what you want for breakfast and I’ll pick it up on my way home,” he said before brushing some stray hairs off your cheek and kissing you on the cheek.

“You’re the best Jam,” you murmured, still teetering between the sleep and consciousness. You felt Jamie’s weight leave the bed and you assumed he had left for practice. You cuddled further into the sheets and sighed.

“Love you babe,” Jamie whispered as he was leaving the room. You froze, he obviously assumed that you were asleep again because he softly shut the bedroom door. Your eyes shot open as you rolled on your back and stared up at the ceiling. Your cheek was burning from where he had kissed you just moments ago, your fingers brushed your cheek as you smiled.

“He loves me,” you whisper to yourself, sitting there drinking in the moment. “Holy shit! He loves me,” you gasped realizing the weight of what those words meant. Your hand shot out to find your phone on the bedside table. After fumbling to grab your phone for a few seconds you finally grabbed it narrowly avoiding knocking it onto the floor. You dialed Kat quickly because you knew she would answer at, oh god, 8am.

“Hello!” Kats voice greeted you, you smiled for a second before quickly remembering your panic.

“Kat! You need to get Soph,” you whined to your friend through the phone.

“Okay, let me see if she’s awake. What’s wrong?”

“I’ll tell you when you have her too.” You waited for a few moments as it sounded like Kat was waking up Sophie.

“Okay, we’re both here love,” Kat called back through the phone.

“Well speaking of love…guess who apparently loves me?”

“Oh god, if Tyler called you and told you that he loved you I’m going to smack that boy,” you heard Sophie mutter tiredly on the other end.

“Jamie! Jamie said he loves me,” you shouted into the other end, both panicked and excited at the prospect of Jamie loving you.

“What? Tell me everything!” Kat shouted through the phone.

“Well, he woke me up and I told him I wasn’t sleeping with him because I was too tired from last night—”

“Right, yes, we know you have incredible sex with the captain…get to the love you part,” Sophie said pushing you to get to the good part of the story.

“Okay, we all listen to your graphic descriptions of sex with Rig, so simmer down there,” Kat pointed out.

“Anyways, then he told me he would pick up breakfast for me on his way home, and just as he was leaving I heard him mutter that he loved me,” you sighed as you recounted the whole interaction.

“Wait, so did he like say it right to you or did he just say it in passing?” Kat asked.

“He said it in passing, I think he thought I was asleep and didn’t think I’d hear.”

“This is great, like we love to see it,” Sophie exclaimed cheerfully from the other end.

“But it’s so soon you guys!” you whined.

“I mean yes it is, but who cares?” Kat asked, as wild as she was at times she was always the voice of reason in your life.

“I care! I’m the one who’d get hurt if it blew up in my face,” you grumbled.

“Hey, you can’t let every shitty past relationship deter you from something that could be amazing for you,” Sophie said in her sweet reassuring tone that had gotten you through many crises before.

“I’m so scared though,” you said, your voice shaking as you became emotional at the thought of the realities that came with loving someone.

“I know honey, I think you need to talk to Jamie about this when you’re ready. You’ll never know if you don’t give it a shot, but you also have to let him know where you’re at too,” Kat told you soothingly.

“Ugh, why are you guys the best? You always know what to say,” you smiled into the phone, finally feeling a little calmer about what Jamie had said to you that morning. You would talk to him when you felt ready.

“It’s because we love you!” Sophie and Kat called through the phone in joking tones.

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To say you were nervous to be sitting with the WAG’s at the game tonight was a huge understatement, you were practically vibrating you were so nervous. Luckily Jamie was driving you to the game, so you didn’t have to worry about finding parking, which always stressed you out. That did mean you had to go to the game earlier than you normally would, but that also meant that Jamie could show you to the WAG box before he started getting ready for the game. Jamie was driving while you were silently bouncing your knee and staring out the window, what if all the other girlfriends hated you? That was a genuine concern, you weren’t sure how you’d fit in with everyone else. Suddenly you felt a hand on your knee snapping you out of your thoughts. You glanced over to see Jamie smiling at you as he pulled up at a red light near the arena.

“Hey, it’ll be fine babe, we talked about this,” Jamie said while brushing his hand up your thigh to your hand, taking it in his own. You nodded silently, quickly looking away from Jamie. He squeezed your hand gently causing you to turn back and look at him, his eyes boring into your own. “Talk to me babe, what’s on your mind?”

“It’s stupid Jamie, really,” you said, trying to wave him off. It probably was stupid, you didn’t want to bother Jamie with your issues when he had a game to prepare for.

“Y/N no its not, I want to talk about whatever’s bothering you. That’s was boyfriends do babe.”

“Well….what if they hate me Jam?”

“Babe, I don’t think anyone could hate you,” he chuckled as he started moving as the light had turned green.

“You’d be surprised by how mean women can be,” you scoffed.

“Well, you’ve met some of them already at parties right? You know Fanny and Alandra, I’m sure they’ll introduce you to everyone,” he reasoned with you as he pulled into his spot by the players entrance. He made some good points, you could just stick with the girls you already knew, but who thinks rationally like that when they’re nervous?

“Okay, when you put it like that you make it seem less scary, but what if some of them have heard that I went out with Tyler too? They’ll probably think I’m chasing anyone on the team.”

“Who cares if they’ve heard? You’re with me and I lov—I care about you a lot, that’s what matters here,” he smiled at you reassuringly as you both got out of his car. He walked around the car to you and wrapped an arm around your waist.

“Hey Jam,” you stopped walking, and looked up at him. “I really care about you too!” He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to your lips, making you blush. You both walked into the arena together and Jamie led you up to the WAG box before wishing you luck and heading down to the locker room. You timidly open the door to the box and noticed some of the other ladies were already there. You noticed Fanny over in the corner and waved at her, as you made your way over to her.

“Hey, glad you’re joining us tonight!” Fanny said while pulling you in for a hug. “You found the box okay?”

“Yeah, Jamie helped me find it before heading to the locker room,” you explained as a couple of women gathered around, curious about the newcomer in the group.

“You’re here with Jamie Benn? He never brings girls to games with him,” one of the women commented.

“Hi, I’m Y/N….Jamie’s girlfriend,” you said extending your hand to shake hers and the other woman standing beside her.

“I’m Andrea, Ben’s wife. This is Allie, Andrew’s wife. Nice to meet you!”

“You must be pretty special to Jamie, we haven’t seen him bring anyone here in a long time,” Allie commented as she offered you some wine. You gladly accepted the wine, hoping to calm your nerves a bit.

“He’s pretty special to me too,” you said feeling your cheeks get warmer at the mention of Jamie.

“Awe, you’re blushing! That’s so sweet, I used to do that all the time whenever people would ask me about Ben,” Andrea mentioned as you all took a seat and continued to chat. You told them how you had met Jamie, and they asked you all about work and school. They all promised to come visit you at Starbucks some day because they wanted you to make them a great drink. You chatted for what felt like a while, and they introduced you to everyone else that was coming into the suite before the game started. You were so pleasantly surprised that everyone was so nice, you were expecting at least someone to be rude. But everyone was extremely welcoming, and you felt like you already fit in with the group of women. Just as the game was about to start, everyone was settling into their seats and getting excited for what everyone hoped would be a win for the Stars. Suddenly the door to the suite opened, and a gorgeous blonde walked into the suite. You thought everyone was here, so you weren’t sure who she was. She smiled at everyone and walked over to the group, taking the open seat by Fanny who was to your left. Everyone was watching her with surprised eyes, waiting to hear who she was.

“Hi everyone! I’m Jesse, Tyler’s girlfriend,” she smiled as she extended her hand to greet everyone. You almost choked on your wine, and were trying to mask your shock as you shook her hand, forcing yourself to smile. Fanny shot you surprised eyes, clearly as shocked as you were. You shrugged your shoulders at her, not sure what to say at all.

“So how long have you and Tyler been together?” Andrea asked from the other side of you.

“Oh, we’ve been together for about four months. We met at the club I work at downtown,” Jesse explained as the other women asked her more questions. You silently excused yourself and made your way out of the suite to get some air. You pulled your phone out of your pocket and immediately messaged the group chat you had with Kat, Sophie, and Emma. The door opened softly beside you and you glanced over to see Fanny coming out of the suite. You wiped your eyes, feeling tears pooling in your eyes that you initially didn’t even know were there.

“Are you okay?” she asked you softly.

“I’m fine,” you tried to fake a smile but couldn’t.

“John told me a little about you, Jamie, and Tyler….are you sure you’re okay?”

You looked over at her and saw her kind smile, you shook your head silently as you tried to muster up the words to explain how you were feeling. She held her arms out for you, and you accepted the hug from your new friend. “I think I’m just shocked. Like we went on a date a month ago and he never once mentioned a girlfriend,” you sighed, rubbing your temples.

“He’s never mentioned her once to any of the guys that I know of, who knows? Maybe they have been dating for four months or maybe he’s just pissed you’re with Jamie.”

“Why would he get her to lie about that for me?”

“Tyler isn’t used to girls who say no to him, he doesn’t deal with rejection well from what I know.”

“Ugh, I’m so pissed at him!”

“That’s totally understandable, but don’t let this ruin your night okay? Let’s go back in there and enjoy the game, enjoy watching your man play! We’ll give Tyler shit later okay?”

You nodded and went back into the suite with Fanny to enjoy the rest of the game. Dallas was playing LA tonight, and ended up winning 4-1. Jamie scored a goal and got two more assists, it was a great game for him and you couldn’t wait to congratulate him. You made your way down to the locker room with some of the other women and waited in the family room for the guys to finish up with their post-game routines. The guys slowly started filing into the room and greeting their significant others, you anxiously waited for Jamie to join them. You saw John enter the room and make his way over to Fanny, who you were waiting with. He greeted her with a kiss, and Fanny formally introduced you to him. As you were chatting with John about Jamie, you felt a hand on the small of your back. You glanced over to see Jamie smiling down at you, you smiled and wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Great game baby,” you pressed your lips to his cheek, unsure of how he would feel about PDA in front of the team. He turned his head to capture your lips in his for a smouldering kiss that made you weak in the knees.

“You have a good time?” Jamie asked as you pulled away from the kiss, slightly embarrassed by the kiss that could’ve easily gotten more heated in front of his other teammates. You nodded excitedly, as you pulled away from his embrace to acknowledge the other people you were standing with.

“We took good care of her Jamie,” Fanny smiled and squeezed your hand. Jamie smiled down at you and opened his mouth to say something but was cut off by a high pitch shriek. Everyone glanced over to see what the commotion was about, turns out Jesse was just excited to see Tyler. Practically throwing herself into his arms and loudly exclaimed that he was the best player on the ice tonight. Jamie raised his eyebrows and glanced at you. You rolled your eyes and shook your head.

“You don’t want to know,” you muttered to him quietly.

“Oh, that’s Tyler’s girlfriend Jesse…who he has been dating for four months apparently,” Fanny informed John and Jamie who were just as curious as everyone else in the room. Jamie looked down at you, eyes practically popping out of his head. He stepped away from you and looked like he was stepping towards Tyler when you grabbed his arm and yanked him back to you.

“Stop, he’s not worth it Jam,” you whispered to him and he nodded silently, not letting go of any of the tension he was clearly feeling about the situation. Fanny suggested getting out of there before things got anymore awkward. You all agreed, and decided to meet at one of the boys’ favourite spots to celebrate wins.

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Most of the guys came out with their wives or girlfriends, although you noticed Jamie O wasn’t around. You had a pretty good idea of where he was because Kat had texted you that she was staying at your place tonight because she thought her place was going to be too loud. You and Jamie stuck around for a few drinks, but clearly Jamie’s mind was somewhere else because you had to keep pushing his hand away as it kept finding in between your thighs. You were trying to listen to something Andrea Bishop was saying about something hilarious Ben did when they were dating, but you were finding it too hard to focus because Jamie was stroking the inside of your thighs sending shivers down your spine. You glanced over at Jamie, sending him a warning look as you turned back to Andrea. He continued toying with you under the table while no one was looking, you had to bite your lip to stifle a moan as his fingers brushed your jean covered center. You looked over your shoulder to see Jamie smirking, and pretending to listen intently to Andrea.

“You need to stop,” you whispered in his ear, leaning even closer to him so that none of his teammates would over hear. He smirked at you innocently.

“Stop what?” he quipped.

“Stop turning me on when we can’t finish this here.”

“What can I say? Seeing you in my jersey turns me on,” he shrugged and took a sip of his beer.

“Well if you keep teasing me, we’re going to need to go soon.”

“Finish your wine,” he pointed to your half full glass and started to down his beer. Just as you were both grabbing your coats and getting ready to stand up to leave you saw one of his teammates pointing to the bar.

“Who’s taking Seguin home tonight?” you heard Ben Bishop ask. Everyone sighed, and you gathered this was fairly routine. You followed their gaze to the bar, where Tyler was clearly obliterated and stumbling around. Jamie stood up and helped you up from your seat.

“We’re heading out, Y/N has an early class tomorrow,” Jamie said as he placed his hand on the small of your back, causing you to shiver at his touch.

“Sure, that’s why you’re heading out. Have fun, and be safe kids,” Ben called as everyone smirked at you and Jamie as he pulled you away from his teammates. You felt yourself blushing as Jamie was pulling you out of the bar, his grip tight on your hand. You stumbled out of the bar and into the cold Dallas air as he walked to his vehicle. He stopped to open your door and helped you, you smiled as he shut your door and made his way around to the driver’s side. He sped off from the bar and was gripping the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles were white. You reached over and played with the hair that had curled around his ear, he hummed at the sensation.

“I think they all know what you’re taking me home for,” you chuckled as you gently tugged on his hair. He practically growled at you in response.

“I really don’t care about that right now, all I care about is getting you home and onto my bed,” his eyes never left the road, but you were certain that you were in for a wild ride tonight.

“Oh yeah?” you teased as you reached down to palm him through his jeans. He was already hard and straining against his suit pants.

“Don’t start something you can’t finish here,” he warned as you continued to rub him through his pants. He grabbed your wrist suddenly and squeezed it firmly. “Don’t tease me baby,” his voice was rough, you were already wet at the thought of him fucking you when you got home. He reached over the console and undid the button on your jeans easily. His fingers dipped below your waistline and into your lace underwear. You whimpered as he ran a finger through your slick folds. “So wet already baby,” he smirked as he plunged a finger inside you. You instinctively squeezed your legs shut at the sensation.

“Jam,” you moaned as he pulled his finger out of you and tapped your thigh, so you would spread your legs again.

“Spread your legs baby.” Normally you would have protested but you were so frustrated by all of his teasing all evening the you unzipped your jeans and spread your legs for him willingly. He rubbed soft circles on your clit as your head fell back. Your hand instinctively found its way to his hair and you pulled on it softly. You whimpered as he pressed more firmly against your clit, spreading your legs even more for him. “What do you need baby? Use your words for me.”

You weren’t even focused on the road anymore, and had no idea how Jamie was focused on his driving at all. You whimpered as his fingers slid through your folds again. “Please Jamie!”

“Please what?” he smirked at you. You squeezed your eyes shut and he ran his fingers back and forth through your folds.

“I need your fingers, please!” you whined as he finally gave you what you wanted. He slid two fingers inside you and started pumping them fiercely. “Jamie, harder!” you cried out, feeling the heat pool in your stomach. You were so much closer than you expected, he’d barely even touched you. You didn’t even noticed that Jamie had pulled into his driveway, you were too focused on chasing your high. Jamie put the car in park and undid his seatbelt, leaning over the console with his other hand. He slid a third finger into you and started rubbing firm circles around your clit with his other hand. “Oh god, Jamie.”

“You close baby?” he whispered in your ear as he continued to pump his fingers inside you. Your hips bucked to meet his hands, and you nodded your head, pulling his hair hard as you started to unravel. “I want you to cum for me baby,” he nipped your ear as you moaned into his neck. You placed your hand over his and guided him in rubbing your clit faster, which quickly put you over the edge.

“Fuck Jamie!” you cried out as you clenched around his fingers. He continued pumping his fingers through your orgasm as you bucked your hips to meet his hand once again. Once you came down from your high he pulled his fingers out and brought them to his lips to clean your juices off them. You moaned at the loss of contact and reached across the car to take his face in yours, smashing your lips on his. You moaned as you tasted your juices on his lips.

“So fucking sweet baby,” he muttered against your lips.

“Jamie,” you mumbled against his lips. “I need you to take me inside and fuck me right now,” you demanded before tugging his lip with your teeth.

“As you wish,” he smiled as he pulled away. You quickly tore the seat belt off and made your way out of the car. You waited as Jamie fumbled with his keys to get inside. You wrapped your arms around his waist and slipped one of your hands into his pants, slowly stroking his hard cock as he continued to fumble with the lock. He growled as he finally ripped the door open. Before you even knew what was happening you were pinned against the front door. “Take your pants off,” he demanded as he undid his belt and pushed his pants and boxers down, kicking them off his ankles. You complied quickly as you pushed your pants and underwear down and stepped out of them. Your fingers were starting to lift the jersey as he grabbed your wrist, “Jersey stays on, want my number on your back while I fuck you.” You whimpered as you dropped the jersey and reached for his dress shirt, starting to fumble with the buttons on the shirt.

“Shirt off Benn,” you mumbled as your arm wrapped around his neck pulling his lips down to yours. You’re lips connected in a bruising kiss as Jamie ripped his shirt open and threw it on the floor. He wrapped his arms around your legs and hoisted you up to wrap them around his waist. He took his cock in his hand and tapped the head again your clit, you moaned loudly as your head smacked against the door. “Jamie, I need you inside me now.”

“Let’s go to the bedroom.”

“No, I need you right now, I want to feel you.”

“You sure, no condom?” he asked gingerly looking into your eyes. You nodded your head and bit your lip as he slowly pushed into you. You both groaned as he bottomed out inside of you, he wasted no time and started roughly slamming into you, your hips hitting the door with each thrust. You pulled him closer to you with your legs, and he gripped your hips even tighter, surely leaving behind bruises.

“You feel so good baby, taking my cock so well,” he groaned as he bit down on your neck hard. You cried out as he slammed into you relentlessly, both of you chasing your highs. Sometimes sex with Jamie was painstakingly slow and deep, and sometimes it was rough and fast. Tonight, it didn’t matter, you were both so close to your highs. Jamie pulled out and slammed back in, hitting you in the spot that made you see stars. You dug your nails into his back and scraped them down his spine, causing him to moan against your neck.

“Fuck, Jamie right there,” you cried out as he hit the spot again. He paused for a second and adjusted his grip on your hips before slamming into you again hard, your head falling back as you cried out.

“Right there baby?”

“Yes! Jamie—fuck!” you screamed out as he slammed into you over and over again. “Look at me baby,” he ordered. You squeezed your eyes shut for a second before opening them again and looking into his dark eyes. You were practically in tears from ecstasy at this point. “I want you to cum for me baby, cum on my cock while I fuck you in my jersey,” he whispered as he reached between the two of you and flicked your clit. Between that and him continuing to slam into you, hitting the perfect spot each time, you fell apart within seconds.

“Jamie!” you screamed loudly as you came, not caring how loud you were being at this point. Jamie thrusted into you a few more times, before you clenched around him tightly and he emptied himself inside of you. You hummed softly as he filled you with his warm cum. He slowed his movements for a minute, both of you catching your breath. “You need to score more often, because that was amazing,” you muttered as your head fell against his shoulder.

“What do you say I take you to the bedroom and make you cum again to match how many points I got tonight?”

“Well I can’t argue with that logic,” you chuckled softly as he started to carry you away from the front entry way and to his bedroom. Little did the two of you know that someone was waiting outside Jamie’s front door, getting ready to knock when he heard you screaming Jamie’s name. Tyler had drunkenly decided to take a cab to Jamie’s place to see if you were there, but when he heard you moaning Jamie’s name in pleasure his blood ran cold. He was instantly sober as he stepped away from the door and stumbled back to the cab, more determined than ever to make you his.

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You were tiredly reading notes in the binder at work the next day, trying to focus on what notes the other supervisors had left for you, but were struggling to stay focused due to your sheer exhaustion and the ache between your legs. Jamie and you had gone at it most of the night, before finally falling asleep after 4am. Understandably at 10am you were exhausted. You weren’t paying much attention to what you were reading or what was happening in the store when you felt a hand on your elbow. You glanced up at Kat who nodded her head towards the tills, you glanced over to see Tyler. Tyler looked rough to say the least, his hair was a mess, and he looked like he barely slept. You assumed he went even harder last night after you left the bar.

“Can we talk?” he asked, a tone of desperation to your voice.

“I’m at work Tyler,” you sighed as you gestured to the floor around you. Kat placed a hand on your back and poked you in the side.

“We’re fine here for a while,” she said as she practically pushed you off the floor. You sighed and undid your green apron, throwing it on the pastry cart as you walked around the counter.

“Let’s go sit,” you said as you gestured to the table in the corner of the café, fittingly it was the table you first saw Jamie at. Tyler followed you and sat down across from you, nervously running his hands through his hair. “What do you want Tyler? Shouldn’t you be with your girlfriend?”

“Y/N, I’m sorry,” he pleaded. You rolled your eyes at his continued apologies.

“I’ve heard it before Tyler, I don’t care anymore.”

“Please Y/N, I think I’m in love with you.”

“So, let me get this straight…you have a girlfriend and still asked me out and fucked me at your house, while still knowing that she was waiting for you. Where did she think you were that night?”

“I wasn’t really with her then.”

“Oh, come on Tyler. She said you’ve been together for four months!”

“Barely, we hooked up a few times, but I promise it stopped when we had our date.”

“Wow, I’m so glad you stopped fucking her when you got to fuck me. Tyler, seriously what do you want from me?”

“Y/N, I’m in love with you.”

“Tyler, you barely know me!”

“I want to know you better if you’ll let me.”

“You know I’m with Jamie, come on.”

“Y/N, I can’t stop thinking about your laugh, or your smile, or how you moaned when I made you cum,” he said while trying to reach across the table and grab your hand. You pulled your hand away from his and turned in your chair, getting ready to stand up.

“I really don’t have time for this Tyler. It’s not fair to me, or Jamie, or Jesse. You need you get over it,” you said while standing from your chair. “I’m sorry Tyler, I’m with Jamie and nothing is going to change that.” He quickly stood up from his chair and before you could react he pulled in for a kiss. You instantly pushed him away as soon as you felt his lips in yours. “What the hell Tyler?” you said while stepping away from him.

“I just needed to feel your lips again.”

“What the fuck are you trying to pull here?”

“I want you back, and I don’t care what it costs.”

“What do you mean?” you questioned, he was acting extremely weird and you were hoping that Kat would come and save you from this uncomfortable conversation soon. You glanced around Tyler’s shoulder and made eyes with Kat behind the counter. She nodded and started coming off the floor to where you were.

“Let’s just say, Jamie might know we kissed.”

“What’re you talking about?”

“I told him that we kissed and we’re getting together.”

“Why would you do that?” you practically shouted, and thanked the stars that the café was empty, so people didn’t have to see this scene unfold.

“Because I want you, I heard you screaming for him last night. You should be screaming my name, not his.”

“I don’t want to scream your name, I fucking love him you asshole. Leave me the fuck alone, I don’t want to hear from you again,” you shouted as you pushed past him and made your way to Kat.

“You love him?” he called after you.

“Not that it’s any of your business, but I do. He knows how to treat a woman,” you said as you made your way across the floor and pushed the door to the back open. You needed to get to your phone to talk to Jamie. You stopped for a second and noticed you were shaking. You turned around and poked your head out of the backroom to see Kat talking to Tyler.

“Look, you need to go. You can’t stay here, don’t make this any worse than it already is,” Kat firmly explained to Tyler, who appeared to be tearing up now. You watched as he shoved his hands in his pockets and left the store without another word.

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New Generation: Meet the Kids

I know many of you have been waiting patiently for anything New Generation related, and I am happy to say I have finally completed a list of the NG kids! I hope you enjoy reading about my little characters, and I can’t wait to write a few little stories about them.

A few shoutouts first. To all of you who have contributed to the characters’ personalities by sending in messages to my inbox, thank you. You have all made this series possible. I did my best to incorporate my own vision of the NG kids as well as your ideas to create something fun for us all. Second, a big shoutout to @pepeu-stuff for inspiring me. They have gone out of their way to draw a few characters (Farrah, Ezra, etc.) with their own interpretation and have inspired some of the traits for my characters. I truly cherish all of you, and I hope you enjoy the NG kids as much as I do.

A/N: Also, this is just a fanfiction. I tried my best to incorporate Crüe’s and GNR’s personalities into their ‘children’ but we all know kids can 100% be completely different from their parents. 🤗

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Meet the Sixx Kids

Nash Sixx

Nash Sixx is the nineteen-year-old son of Nikki Sixx. He has dark hair and blue eyes with specks of green and a jawline most men would kill for. Like his father, he has an outgoing personality and a killer smirk that’s manipulated people into giving him what he wants more than once. He’s a college student that is studying music education, as he would like to be a music teacher. One of his best friends is Declan Rose, and he’s taught Declan a few tips and tricks when it comes to schmoozing the ladies. He’s also a big partier, and loves having his friends and cousins over to his college apartment. Nash’s favorite pastime though is sitting around the bonfire, glass of whiskey in his hand, while his father tells him stories of life on the road with Mötley Crüe.

Harlow Sixx

Harlow Sixx is the six-year-old daughter of Nikki Sixx. She has dark brown hair with clear blue eyes and free-spirited energy. Harlow and Penelope Lee are a package deal and will go nowhere without each other. She’s creative by nature, and sometimes will paint during rainy days. For a six year-old, Harlow is ridiculously intelligent. And just like her father, she has interests in photography and art.

Colby Sixx

Colby Sixx is the two-year-old son of Nikki Sixx. He has Nikki’s natural light brown hair and light blue-gray eyes. He loves finger painting with his sister, playing with toy cars, and putting together puzzles.

Meet the Lee Kids

Penelope ‘Penny’ Lee

Penelope ‘Penny’ Lee is the five-year-old daughter of Tommy Lee. She’s a little girl with wavy brown hair (usually in pigtails with little bows attached), big brown eyes, a love for bright pink tutus, and has a bubbly, outgoing personality. She’s the spitting image of her father, and she has him wrapped around her tiny little finger. Penny Lee enjoys her dolls, her teddy bears, and tea parties. She’s been raised to be an independent child and loves exploring nature and making pretty flower bouquets. Penelope can be friends with anyone, and at five-years-old, she’s already shutting down the bullies who make fun of the other kids at preschool.

Meet the Mars Kids

Dillion Mars

Dillon Mars is the seventeen-year-old son of Mick Mars. He’s tall, lanky, with soft brown hair, blue eyes, and a sarcastic attitude. He’s not as quiet as his father, but he has his moments. Dillion tries not to take life too seriously, which is why he and Isaac Stradlin get along extremely well. Dillion has no interest in school, although he’s extremely smart in math and science. He’s president of his school’s mathletes club though he was pressured by his teachers and hates disappointing others. Most of his time is spent on the living room aimlessly playing his guitar, Luckily, Dillon did not inherit his father’s bone disease, but he is a huge vodka drinker and occasionally will smoke cigarettes with the Stradlin twins and Ryan McKagan.

Meet the Neil Kids

Katerina ‘Kat’ Neil

Katerina ‘Kat’ Neil is the eighteen-year-old daughter of Vince Neil. Kat’s thin blonde hair is usually styled straight or into two space buns on the top of her head with a few pieces framing her face. Green eyes the color of emeralds, she’s the chick every girl wants to be, and the girl every guy wants to be with. Katerina is friendly to all, but she’ll never let anyone take advantage of her kindness. As a senior in high school, she takes pride in being the captain of the cheerleading team, a lead choreographer in the dance club, and the president of the drama club. While the most popular girl in high school could have any boy she wanted, there’s only one boy that Katerina has ever been interested in. Unfortunately, that boy is Declan Rose, the son of her father’s arch enemy, Axl Rose.

Carson Neil

Carson Neil is the fifteen-year-old son of Vince Neil. Carson’s shoulder length blonde hair resembles his father’s, and he was gifted with a singing voice that could cure the world’s problems. He’s mature for his age, which is why most of his friends are a few years older than him. Carson can be a bit stuck up though and a bit of a prima donna. When he’s not busy rehearsing lines for his school's theater productions, Carson is confined to his room blasting Aerosmith, Ozzy Osborne, and writing his own lyrics to songs he’ll never share.

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Meet the Rose Kids

Declan Rose

Declan Rose is the eighteen-year-old son of Axl Rose. He’s the spitting image of his father, except with shorter ginger hair with longer pieces framing his freckled face. Declan is unique in the fact that he refuses to follow in his father’s footsteps. While he enjoys listening to rock and his father’s old vinyl collection, Declan prefers hip-hop and rap music, much to his father’s dismay. Like Axl, Declan is extremely intelligent, and would decide to major in philosophy or psychology in college. He also does have his father’s temper, and while sometimes his father was misunderstood, Declan is lucky to have Katerina Neil around. She calms him down and supports his true personality, even if they have to keep their relationship hidden from their parents.

Easton Rose

Easton Rose is the eight-year-old son of Axl Rose. Easton was lucky enough to inherit his father’s hair color, but instead of the long locks, Easton’s hair is shorter and usually styled with gel. The eight-year-old is as stubborn as they come with a hyper and fiery personality to match his hair. He’s an athletic young boy who is also extremely personable and will talk to anyone. He’s impatient, especially when he wants his older brother Declan to help him with homework or play baseball in the backyard with his best friends Logan Adler and Hunter McKagan. Easton is a little flirt and has no problem charming ladies of any age. Easton also has a big crush on his brother’s girlfriend, Kat.

Calla Rose

Calla Rose is the five-year-old daughter of Axl Rose, and she is the queen of the household. Calla is the only child with blonde hair, but every now and again Axl dyes pieces of her pink (with temporary spray on hair color of course) to match the large gemstone on the tiara she wears around the house. Calla Rose is quite shy around other people, and it takes her a good twenty minutes before she’s able to muster up the courage to play with other children in preschool. Axl Rose is fully wrapped around his daughter’s finger, and it’s not shocking to catch them in the midst of coloring, ballet dancing, or playing with dolls.

Willa Rose

Willa Rose is the four-month-old daughter of Axl Rose. She’s a chubby baby with ginger hair and big hazel eyes. She loves making faces at her big sister and listening to her daddy as he sings her to sleep at night.

Meet the McKagan Kids

Ryan McKagan

Ryan McKagan is the sixteen-year-old son of Duff McKagan. If teenage girls could use one word to describe this boy, it’s this: heartthrob. He’s tall with wavy blonde hair and a welcoming smile, it’s no wonder the girls in high school drool over him. Ryan can be found exercising (as he’s a hockey player) or running around his neighborhood five days out of the week. Ryan does smoke cigarettes and drinks on occasion, much to his father’s disapproval. Ryan tries not to take life too seriously and would have definitely picked up on some of his dad’s lame jokes. Around his neck is the letter ‘F’ attached to a gold chain as it’s the first initial of his girlfriend’s name, Farrah. Even if they have a rough relationship (thanks to Ryan being a typical flirt around other girls) he’s confident Farrah is the girl for him, so he never takes the necklace off. While Ryan didn’t necessarily inherit many of his father’s traits, what he did receive is the ability to sing. His father has taught him how to play guitar, and they’ll sit on the porch outside in the fall, singing and strumming to Guns N’ Roses old songs.

Hunter McKagan

Hunter is the seven-year-old son of Duff McKagan. Hunter’s hair is darker than his older brother’s, but lightens up in the sun. The seven-year-old boy loves to swim and skateboard (lessons are provided for free by Dillon Mars, Issac Stradlin, and Ezra Hudson), and he’s an absolute terror when he chases his family around the house shooting Nerf gun darts at them. He’s also the reason Duff cannot find his cowboy hats, as Hunter will usually steal them and wear them throughout the day.

Meet the Hudson Kids

Ezra Hudson

Ezra Hudson is the eighteen-year-old son of Saul ‘Slash’ Hudson. Ezra is a bit shorter than his father, and yet could be his brother. Ezra was blessed with the most beautiful curls, and unlike his father he usually keeps them out of his face with headbands or ponytails. Ezra doesn’t have just one style, either. Somedays, he’ll dress head to toe in leather. Other days he prefers flannels and jeans, or button ups and khakis. Ezra is definitely a gamer. He also enjoys hiking, fishing, and hunting. He’s also into music, but is still learning how to play acoustic guitar. College is not in the cards for Ezra, as his dream is to form his own band. As for Ezra’s love life, he’s a total chick magnet. Unfortunately, he’s invisible to the only girl he wants: Isabel Stradlin.

Mali Hudson

Mali is the six-year-old daughter of Saul ‘Slash’ Hudson. She and her sister Maya were also blessed with their father’s glorious curly hair, and they’re damn proud of it. Mali’s hair is only to her shoulders, which is how you can tell twin from twin. At just six-years-old, little Mali has a plethora of hobbies such as origami, bracelet making, and flower pressing. Many of her crafts are given to either her parents or Farrah Adler.

Maya Hudson

Maya is the six-year-old daughter (also the oldest twin between herself and Mali) of Saul ‘Slash’ Hudson. Maya has no problem wearing identical outfits with her sister, but their personalities couldn’t be more opposite. Maya loves to wrestle with her older brother and cousins (especially Declan who refuses to wrestle back for fear of hurting her) as well as having interests in dinosaurs, rock climbing, karate, and reptiles (she convinced her family to adopt two snakes and a lizard).

Meet the Stradlin Kids

Isaac Stradlin

Issac Stradlin is the seventeen-year-old son of Izzy Stradlin. With dark shaggy hair, bright eyes, sharp jaw and toned body, Isaac comes off as intimidating at first glance. He can be intense about the things he is passionate about (music, poetry, history) but more often than not Isaac is laidback and easygoing. Isaac’s musical knowledge comes from what his father has taught him through the years, and he’s incredibly talented when it comes to playing instruments such as guitar, drums, keyboard, flute, and trumpet. He doesn’t particularly enjoy his father’s dark and gloomy style of dress that includes black jeans, black button ups, and even black hats, as he feels more comfortable in sweatpants and tank tops. As Isaac is the only boy that doesn’t mind babysitting and playing with the little girls, he has accidentally found himself a fan club whose members consist of Penny Lee, Calla Rose, Harlow Sixx, and twins Mali and Maya Hudson.

Isabel Stradlin

Isabel Stradlin is the seventeen-year-old daughter of Izzy Stradlin and the younger of the two between her and her twin brother, Isaac. Isabel marches to the beat of her own drum and has what most would call a ‘bone to pick with the world’ attitude. Isabel has had many different styles, but her current wardrobe is grunge. Isabel considers herself a humanitarian, constantly joining in protests while simultaneously volunteering at homeless shelters and soup kitchens. Because of her compassionate heart, it’s no secret that she and Farrah Adler are inseparable. Isabel would inherit her father’s artistic ability, but her art would range from pottery to graffiti portraits.

Meet the Adler Kids

Farrah Adler

Farrah Adler is the sixteen-year-old daughter of Steven Adler. Her blonde hair is mostly straight with a few layers here and there, and she has the same vibrant and playful eyes as her father. Farrah’s style is mostly hippie influenced (but on occasion she can rock a leather jacket and bandana), and she has more of a laid back personality, something she absolutely did NOT get from her dad. As someone who treasures the beauty of the Earth and its creatures, Farrah would join in rallies such as ‘save the sea turtles’ and volunteer at animal hospitals, where she discovered her calling as a veterinarian. Oh, and she’s 100% vegetarian. Farrah has a peaceful aura, so it shouldn’t come as a surprise that she enjoys yoga, astrology, essential oils, journaling, and smoking weed. She also has an on-again-off-again relationship with Ryan McKagan, who she drags to many wildlife rallies.

Logan Adler

Logan Adler is the nine-year-old son of Steven Adler. He has wavy blonde hair past his neck, playful gray eyes, and a love for drumming. Logan inherited his father’s happy-go-lucky spirit, and loves to meddle into his sister’s business when he’s not playing sports or building legos. He definitely is the class clown and loves being the center of attention, which usually results in him being sent to the principal’s office. He’s a jokester, a prankster, and loves getting into trouble.

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