#but like if they could write we could have good shit

[puckinghischier]

Surprise…?

Luke Hughes x fem!reader

summary: anon request for luke getting hurt during a game

notes: y’all i think i struggle writing luke for some reason. i just never seem to really like what i write when i write for him. wtf am i doing wrong 😩

[3.3k]

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There weren’t many times you regretted moving to Jersey, but right now was one of them. The constant traffic within the city wasn’t something that usually got under your skin, but today it was the absolute bane of your existence. Of course, you were in a hurry. A big one. You had approximately thirty minutes until puck drop, and you needed to get there before that puck hit that ice. No exceptions. You hadn’t told Luke what you were doing, so he probably already expected you to be there, wondering why you’re not in your usual seat for warm-ups.

As if he could hear your thoughts, your phone buzzed with a message from Luke, not being able to read what it said while trying to weave in and out of traffic.

“Quinn, can you see what Luke just sent. And then tell him I’m on my way. I don’t want him worrying that I’m not showing tonight,” you ask the Hughes brother currently in your passenger seat.

Quinn grabbed your phone from the cupholder, listening to you rattle off your passcode so he can open Luke’s message.

“He asked where you were, and if you were already there. Wanted to know why you weren’t in your seat for warm ups,” Quinn reads the message, looking to you for an answer.

“Tell him I’m just running late. Be there before puck drop. And tell him I love him and good luck.”

You hear the sound of Quinn typing your reply as you increase your speed, cursing the people who want to drive below the speed limit in the fast lane. This is what you get for trying to be a good girlfriend and surprise your boyfriend and his brother. You get stuck on the road with New Jersey’s worst drivers.

In your defense, you were supposed to already be safely at the arena in your seats, but Quinn’s airline had different plans. His flight being delayed by three hours gave you barely enough time to run and grab him from the airport and make it back to the Rock before the hockey game started. The only thing saving your ass right now is the fact that if you can just get there, you can go through the player entrance and avoid the crowds trying to get in at the last minute.

“If you don’t calm down and drive like a sane person, we’re never going to get there. We’ll be squashed on the side of the road,” Quinn scolds you, grasping what your dad always called the ‘oh shit’ handles.

“If I can just get around these idiots in front of me we’ll be fine. We’re almost at our exit, then I just have to pull around back and we’re in,” you tell him, once again pressing the gas pedal a little harder.

Quinn stays silent the rest of the drive, closing his eyes once you start speeding around the other cars on the freeway, finally getting to the right exit and rushing to the underground parking that the players always park in. You pull your car into the spot next to Jack’s car, barely even turning the car off before you’re jumping out and sprinting to the entrance.

“C’mon, Quinn! I know you can move faster than that! We only have a few minutes! Move it!” You yell over your shoulder, Quinn barely having gotten out of the car.

“Remind me to never let you drive ever again,” is all he says as he catches up to you, looking a little greener than before.

The two of you make it inside the arena with no issues, sprinting to your seats just as the national anthem finishes, both teams sending their starting lines out on the ice.

You had managed to snag Quinn a seat next to you, asking the team’s manager for a favor to help surprise their rookie defenseman. With no hesitation, he handed you a ticket and a locker room pass for Quinn, knowing how homesick Luke had been lately. You had thanked him a million times, asking him to keep it a secret from both Jack and Luke, not wanting either one of them to know until the day of. He gave you his word, and was also the reason you were given access to the player parking for the night, not wanting Quinn to be ambushed by fans going through the regular entrance.

You felt your heart rate start to slow once you were both situated in your seats, glad that you had made it in time. Neither Jack nor Luke had looked over and noticed you yet, wondering if they were going to clock Quinn before they took their stances on the ice.

Your question was soon answered as Jack looked back and saw you, waving and turning to get Luke’s attention before he did a double take, noticing the brunette sitting to you left. Quinn gave a small wave, flashing his younger brother a smile as you watched Jack’s eyes widen, mouth curving into beaming smile. Luke had turned back, looking in your direction, a relieved smile on his face once he noticed you were finally in your spot, eyes too focused on your figure to notice Quinn’s next to you. It wasn’t until he looked over at Jack and followed his gaze that he finally noticed his oldest brother in the crowd, a Devil’s hat on his head.

Luke’s eyes flicked over to you once again, mouthing ‘what the fuck?’ to you, your only response a shrug of the shoulders and a smirk on your face.

The two brothers quickly focused their attention to the officials on the ice, lowered into their stances, waiting for the puck to drop onto the ice.

“You know they’re going to compete now, right?” Quinn says as he elbows you to get your attention.

“Why would they compete? They’re literally playing for the same team. It doesn’t matter who scores as long as the team wins,” you respond, confused at Quinn’s words.

“It matters now. They do the same thing when mom or dad come to watch them. They want the praise. They want to be able to out perform the other so they can brag about it to me after the game,” Quinn clarifies.

“I don’t know about that. Jack’s been good about trying to set Luke up for success all year, I think they’ll surprise you.”

Quinn gives you a skeptical look, not believing your words, but lets it go otherwise; his attention quickly stolen by the sound of the puck hitting the ice, followed by clashing sticks and skates scraping against the frozen floor.

Much to your surprise, Quinn proved to be right. All throughout the first period, the two brothers fought to get the puck, sometimes even fighting against one another. You noticed the odd looks from their teammates, Nico even skating over to Jack during a tv timeout to ask him what was up, not having seen the pair act like this before. You kept throwing glares at Luke, trying to tell him to knock it off, that they’re playing for the same team, but he wouldn’t look at you for more than a few seconds at a time.

As the second period started, the competition between Jack and Luke had nearly ceased to exist. You assumed they got their asses chewed in the locker room during the intermission, noting how their coach seemed to watch them like a hawk. Once the brothers started actually playing together instead of against one another, the Devil’s were scoring goals left and right, putting up four goals before the end of the second period, one Luke’s and two being Jack’s.

With only three minutes left in the second period, Luke was attempting to get possession of the puck from behind the net, fighting two of the opposing players for the black piece of rubber. He lost control of the puck, and in a moment of frustration, pushed one of the enemy players in the back, wanting out of the sandwich they had put him in. The player he pushed fell forward onto the ice, drawing a penalty on Luke. The official had blown the whistle, stopping gameplay, when Luke looked over at him, frustrated at the call.

What Luke didn’t see was the player who had gotten the puck come skating up behind him at full speed, pushing Luke so hard his skates came out from under him, causing him to land on the ice on his back. He was angled just enough, though, that his body slid at high speed straight into the bottom of the wall a few feet away, head bouncing off the boards along the ice.

You were on your feet immediately, hands flying to the glass in front of you, begging for him to get up. Quinn jumped to his feet next to you, placing a hand on your shoulder, whether to comfort you or himself, you don’t know. Jack leaves his spot on the bench to skate over to his brother, falling to his knees on the ice, hovering above Luke.

Luke hadn’t moved yet. Not a foot twitch, a roll over in pain, or a thumbs up to let anyone know he’s okay. He’s laying lifeless on the ice, trainers calling his name, careful not to touch his head or neck. Your hand flies to cover your mouth, a sob making its way out of you when you noticed the stretcher being put on stand-by near the tunnel. Everything feels like it’s in slow motion, time stopped as Luke continues to lay, unmoving. Quinn tries to move you back from the glass, averting your attention from the scene in front of you, but your eyes are glued to Luke’s body.

You thought you imagined the twitch of his foot, thinking it was where the medics were tapping his leg, trying to coax him awake. When you finally see his body try to roll over, you let out the breath that you didn’t even know you were holding. Your relief was short-lived, however, when you hear the scream that makes its way out of Luke’s throat. You’re not sure which one hurt worse, him lying there not moving or the scream of agony that’s currently echoing through the arena.

Your knees start to give out, eyes blurring from the tears falling down your face. Quinn catches you as you slide down the glass, holding your sobbing figure in a crouched position.

“Quinn, gotta go. Gotta go, locker rooms,” you manage to say between sobs, trying to stand and make your way out of the stands.

“Okay, yeah, let’s go. Let’s get you out of here.”

The fans watch as Quinn guides you out of your seats and up the stairs. Most of them familiar with you, you and Luke not being super private with your relationship. A lot of them are still shouting obscenities at the player who went after Luke, demanding he be suspended. Some of them give you sad smiles as you pass, hoping your rookie is okay.

You finally reach the entrance to the training room, knowing this is where they’ll have taken him before they decide if he needs a hospital or not. You can hear them in there talking to him, unsure if you should enter yet or wait on someone to come out and get you. You stand at the doors, staring into space, when Quinn decides to speak up.

“He’s gonna be fine, Y/N. Probably a gnarly bruise, and likely a concussion, but it could’ve been worse. I know its scary, but I promise, he’s going to be okay. Might not even miss more than a game or two.”

All you can do is nod at the words, unable to do much else at the moment. You try to give a small smile, but you think it comes across as more of a grimace. You turn your head when you hear the door to the training room opens, revealing one of the team trainers.

“Oh, good, you’re already down here. He’s asking for you. Wants you to know he’s awake and okay. Nothing’s broken, just banged up and a mild concussion. Probably going to have him follow up with a doctor tomorrow, but for now he just needs rest. You can go ahead and go in. He won’t be playing the rest of the night,” the man in front of you finishes stepping aside so you can walk through the open door.

You turn back to look at Quinn, seeing if he’s going to come with you.

“I’ll just give you two a minute first. Go ahead, I’ll be right behind you,” he tells you, wanting a minute to process his own emotions before seeing his baby brother.

You nod and turn to walk into the training room, following the trainer down a short hallway before turning the corner into a room with three different treatment tables, Luke’s long body taking up the farthest one. His head is laying back on a pillow, a large ice pack taped to his right shoulder. His gear is laying in a pile on the floor next to him, completely bare from the waist up. As you get closer, you can see the already purple skin forming in the exposed parts of his shoulder and upper arm. You gasp quietly at the bruised skin, causing Luke’s head to snap up at the sound.

“Hey, pretty girl,” he rasps out, voice raw from his screams earlier.

You stop on the side of the bed opposite to his injury, unable to say anything yet. Tears still streaming down your face, looking him over for any other signs of injury.

“Hey, no need to cry, angel. I’m okay, see. Just a little bruise. Nothing to be worried about. You should see the other guy,” he tries to joke, being told he left a dent in the wall where he hit.

You glare at him through your tears, unhappy with his weak attempt at joke.

“Okay, yeah, maybe not the time to joke just yet,” he brings the hand on his good arm up to rub the back of his neck, looking away from your tear-stained face.

“You were unconscious, Luke…you weren’t moving,” is all you managed, staring at his injured shoulder.

“I know, baby, I know. But I’m awake now, see?” he gestures towards his body with his good arm. “I’m just fine. Yapping ability unaffected,” he once again tries to bring a smile to your face, this time it almost works.

“God, Luke, if you could’ve heard the scream you let out. It was the worst sound I’ve ever heard in my life. I thought my heart was going to rip in two right there on the spot. I don’t ever want to hear the sound again,” you finally look at his face, noting the small cut on his forehead, you assume from his helmet.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry you had to witness all of it. I can’t imagine how it must’ve looked. If the roles were reversed, I don’t think I would have been able to keep myself from trying to climb over the glass to get to you. But I promise, sweetheart, I’m fine. Told me as long as my head’s fine I should only have to miss two games to let the bruise run its course,” he grabs your hand, rubbing small circles with his thumb.

“It was just so scary, Luke,” you sniffle, closing your eyes for a brief moment. You finally start to calm down now that his hand is in yours.

“I know. But now you get to play doctor and take care of me for a few days. Kiss all my boo boo’s better,” Luke wiggles his eyebrows at you, finally earning that laugh he’s been trying to get out of you since you walked in.

“That was probably one of the ickiest things you’ve ever said to me,” you laugh with Luke, fake gagging for dramatic effect.

Luke opens his mouth to say something else, but the the doors to the training room open, cutting him off. The familiar sound of skates against the floor making their way towards the two of you. Jack turns the corner, a frantic look in his eyes until he lands on Luke, awake and sitting up.

“I’m going to kill you for scaring me like that,” Jack points a finger, glaring at his younger brother. “I mean, why the fuck did you hit him, Luke! What were you thinking? You know how these guys are, they’re begging for any excuse to fight! They don’t care if you’re a 20 something rookie, they’re gonna hit back, dumbass!” Jack yells at Luke, throwing his arms around in frustration.

Luke winces at the volume of Jack’s voice, his ears sensitive to loud noises right now. Before you can get the words out to tell Jack to be quieter, Quinn enters the room and does it for you.

“Jack, be quiet for fuck’s sake. He has a concussion; you yelling at him is only going to make it worse. Yell at him later.”

“Well, it was stupid, Q. What he did was stupid,” Jack says in a normal tone of voice, still angry.  

“Don’t act like you’ve never done anything stupid on the ice before. Just because you never get caught when you hit people doesn’t mean you don’t do it,” Quinn walks over to stand beside Jack at the end of the table.

“You good, Moose? Looked pretty nasty out there from where I was sitting. Scared us, man,” Quinn asks Luke, tapping him on the foot. You note the redness of Quinn’s eyes, knowing how much he cares for both of his brothers. The whole situation shook him up, too, you were just too worried about Luke to notice at the time.

“Yeah, m’alright. Head hurts. Shoulder feels like it’s been run over by the ‘boni, but other than that I got off pretty clean. Nothing’s broken. Have to miss two games at least, more if my head ain’t right,” Luke answers Quinn, moving his hand so he can thread his fingers through yours.

“Your head’s never been right, Moose,” Jack says, causing Luke to roll his eyes.

Quinn leans over to bump his shoulder into Jack’s, shaking his head, unimpressed with his joke.

“Wait,” Luke starts, causing everyone to look up at him. “Are we just not going to address the fact that Quinn randomly showed up to the game tonight?”

“Yeah, how did you get here. Shouldn’t you be in Vancouver right now?” Jack adds, looking over at his older brother suspiciously.

Quinn looks over to you, causing the other two Hughes to shift their gaze your way.

“Surprise?” you say as a question, not knowing what to do with all the eyes in the room on you.

“You did this?” You look over at Luke, still nearly eye level with him, even as he’s propped up on the table beside you.

“Well, I know you’ve been struggling with adjusting to life here lately, and you were feeling pretty homesick, so I figured it would be nice for you to have both of your brothers in Jersey for a night or two,” you shrug your shoulders, not seeing the big deal with your actions.

“Tried to get your parents here, too, but they couldn’t leave work right now. They sent their love and apologies, though. Promised me they’d be at a game as soon as they could,” you added, wishing you could’ve had all the Hughes here tonight.

“I….I don’t know what to say,” Luke looks at you, so much affection in his eyes it makes you squirm.

“Well, a thank you would be a nice start,” you joke.

“Thank you. I love you. So much. If I could lean over to kiss you right now I would,” Luke brings your hand up to his mouth, placing a kiss on the back of your hand clasped in his.

“Please, for the love of god, don’t make me witness anything else painful tonight,” Jack interrupts the moment, earning a slap to the back of the head from Quinn.

“Don’t you have a game to go finish, jackass?”

“Oh, shit, yeah,” Jack jumps, forgetting about the last period that’s about to start. “See you at home, Moose, Q. You, too, Y/N. Assume you’re staying over to help take care of the patient, yeah?” He nods his head towards the injured one in the room.

“Yeah, I’ll be there. Be safe, Jack. Good luck,” you wave as he turns to leave.

“I’ll go pull the car around, be back in a few to help you get this ole’ goon out of here,” Quinn announces before leaving you and Luke alone once more.

“So, you’re really going to stay over? Play nurse for me?” Luke asks, looking at you with puppy dog eyes, batting his eyelashes.

“Of course I’m staying over. I can’t trust Jack to make sure you’re not up and around doing something stupid when you’re supposed to be resting.”

“So, if you’re going to play nurse, does this mean we can stop on the way home and get you one of those sexy nurse outfits?” Luke asks, eyes hopeful.

“Maybe they should’ve just left you out there unconscious on the ice, you were less annoying that way,” you fire back, smiling at the laugh Luke let out, thanking your lucky stars your boy is okay.

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[slutt4ellie]

Fated hearts starts with fire

(Will most likely have more then one part!!)

Ellie Williams x Reader

Moving to a new city is tough, but it’s even harder when your roommate is a dick.

Summery: You moved out of your childhood town to peruse writing in NYC. While apartment searching you ended up finding a place 10 minutes off your campus, the one down side is you had to share it with a complete stranger.

Warnings -> Ellie’s just a complete dick, for good reasons! (sorta) / Alcohol usage / Mean!Ellie / Mean!Reader (sorta idk!) / I explained the clothes the reader is wearing twice but it doesn’t describe the reader being masc or fem! / WILL BE A SLOW BURN! / (Eventual smut ) / mention of previous relationships / toxic relationships /(Lmk if I missed anything else!)

WC: 4k!!

(Not Proofread!!)

DAILY CLICK 🇵🇸

You were beyond fucking nervous. 

You grew up in a small town since childhood and you’re currently standing outside your apartment in one of the biggest cities in America. New York City. 

Your parents thought you were “foolish” for chasing an imaginary dream which was writing. They constantly let you know that too, telling you most authors and writers go unnoticed by people with a greater talent and following.

Regardless it didn’t stop you from applying to a university in New York, and once you got in, you assumed it was a sign to pack up and leave the small city you called home for 18 years. 

Getting into one of your dream schools, packing up and leaving your parents, that was a few weeks ago and now you’re standing outside your two bedroom apartment. That’s right, two bedroom fucking aparment, it definitely wasn’t your ideal choice but when you saw an ad posted for a shared apartment for about 1.5k a month, you couldn’t exactly pass. 

Rent was already fucking expessive and now that you live in New York finding a place to live for under 3k well that was nearly impossible. So you quickly passed on the opportunity and decided you needed to step out for once and meet a new person, that being your roommate. 

You didn’t really know much about them other than the fact she was a girl, I mean you exchanged a few messages but to be honest she was dry, she only wanted a roommate because she couldn’t afford the apartment on her own and the person that previously lived with her had to move back to their hometown.

The fact she was a girl actually shared some comfort, I mean if it was a guy you would have been fine but trying to find something to relate on probably would have eventually killed you. 

So here you are, standing outside your new apartment with a key that the receptionist gave you, after you explained you were a new tenant that was moving. You weren’t a huge “people person", you had a few friends in high school which you still talk to often but other than that you were a homebody. You decided to nervously knock before entering the apartment which on the contrary seemed stupid since it was now also your apartment but it almost seemed respectful.

A voice followed the knock “Yeah it’s open you can come in!” That was your cue to open the door and your eyes were quickly met with peircing green ones. The girl had auburn haired with freckles that trailed her face, and a tiny scar on her eyebrow. “Who are you?” The girl said harshly looking you up and down which genuinely made you uncomfortable, but it’s not something you decide to mention. “I-I’m your roommate we talked. I’m-” You nervously held out your hand to shake which led the auburn haired girl to shake her head “I don’t have to know your name, we’re roommates, not friends.” Harsh, is all you could think. You just uncomfortably nod your head and let out a slight “Right.”

She just looks at the few boxes you had on the transport trolley and focuses her attention back on the tv as she plops back down on the couch. “Your room is down the hall on the left. Just put your shit there.” She sighs. 

I mean she's not the nicest person you’ve ever met but as of now you're sorta intruding on her space so you’d like to give her the benefit of the doubt and say that’s why she seems to be on edge with your presence..!

It took you only a few hours to get your room setup. Since you moved pretty from your hometown you didn’t have the luxury of taking big things. Like your bed, mattress, shit like that. So you had a room, but the normal committees that come with a bedroom unfortunately didn’t apply. 

You also knew you had to get food considering you had nothing, you just took an assumption that the auburn hair girl wasn’t going to be suddenly sharing and giving you a helping hand allowing you to take something to eat. 

You got dressed throwing on a jacket and jeans to accommodate for the coldish weather that was taking place in NYC right now. But as you leave your room and walk down the hallway you notice the girl now has a friend sitting beside her on the couch. The person who you’re assuming is her friend has long brunette hair, brown doe eyes, and a nice smile. “Ellie just come onnnnn! Come to the party, forget about Cat and actually go out!” Okay so the auburn haired girl's name is Ellie, looks like her mysterious persona is now gone. You thought to yourself. 

And you must have been staring for to long because Ellies green eyes now meet yours and your face flushes red as she speaks “Can I fucking help you?” As Ellie finishes her sentence the brunette nudges her hard muttering something along the lines of “You don’t always have to be a dick!”

Now that you feel your self respect has gone since you were caught staring like a deer in headlights, you just shake your head fast, and incredibly embarrassed. This ultimately leads you to leave the apartment fast just as fast as you entered and go to the closest grocery store you could possibly find..

That whole interaction had to be at least an hour or so ago because when you entered the apartment both hands cuffing grocery bags it was completely empty, the fact that Ellie and the brunette were talking about some party had you come to the conscience that they most likely went to it, which to be fair you weren’t exactly complaining. You’re almost sure Ellie hates you anyway so the fact you didn’t have to deal with her almost felt like a breath of fresh air. 

After putting away the groceries you sat down on the couch and pulled out your phone. There were a few messages from your parents and your very few high school friends reaching out to see how the move went.

Mommmmmm ❤️ 

(5:30pm) - “Hey hun, checking to see how the move went! You’re officially a city girl 😎”

You

(7:32pm) - “So far so good! Settling in well!”

Mommmmmm ❤️

(7:33pm) - “How's ur roomy? Must be strange living with someone who's not me and dad. 😂”

You

(7:35pm) - “Definitely weird, but she's nice! I’m gonna make dinner love u mom ❤️”

Mommmmmm ❤️

(7:35pm) - “Love you honey! Get something in your stomach. 😘”

You knew lying to your mom was sorta shitty but if you told your mom “Yeah my roommate is kinda a dick. She wouldn’t drop it trying to convince you that you 100% would need a new apartment and you’ve already accepted that 1.5k a month is the cheapest you’re ever going to find. So lying seemed like a smooth approach to the situation. 

Dad  

(7:45pm) - Your mother let me know everything's going well with the move. Good to hear.

You

(7:47pm) - Yep! Thanks dad. 

(Read)

That was usually you the most you got from your dad, he wasn’t very “Lovey dovey” as your mom would say which you tried not to blame him, your relationship wasn’t too toxic other then the writing thing. 

One thing you have been doing is texting your friends all day letting the know about the roommate situation and everything that’s been going on. 

You 

(5:20pm)- I don't wanna move in, I don't wanna move in, I don't wanna move in, I don't wanna move in

Jess 🤗

(6:30pm) - Youll be fineeee!

Alex 🙊

(6:33pm) - yeah youll be fine! 

You

(6:34pm) - Guys actually help

(6:35pm) - Come to nyc

(6:35pm) - Come to nyc

(6:35pm) - SHE'S MEANN. 

Jess 🤗

(7:00pm) - WHO?

You

(7:10pm) - MY ROOMMATE

Alex 🙊

(7:33pm) - tf is happening? 😭

 You

(8:00pm) - fuck so when I first moved in she told me we dont have to fucking know each others names because were “Roomates and not friends” 

(8:01pm) - then I was gna go buy groceries and i accidentally stared and she she asked me if I fucking needed something

Alex 🙊

(8:33pm) - HUH? 

Jess 🤗

(8:40pm) - WHAT DID U DO?

 You

(8:44pm) - NOTHING. 

Jess 🤗

(8:40pm) - praying for u! 😁

Alex 🙊

(8:44pm) - same here girl

That was the last message you and your friends exchanged. They tried to calm you down a bit but you never had someone dislike you. You weren’t at all popular in school so you often went unnoticed which was FINE. But actually having someone dislike you and be open about the fact they actually don't enjoy your company was sorta humbling in a way?

You didn’t wanna force Ellie to like you but you didn’t understand why she already deemed that you were annoying or something.The thing you kept on going back to was the fact it was manly her space weather or not you liked it, it was almost like you were intruding and I guess if she felt that way you couldn’t blame her. 

It only took around 12 until your heard stumbling outside your apartment. It was a few seconds after when the front door opened and a man and woman let themselves in without knocking. You would have probably freaked out but the girl was the same one that was sitting on the couch with Ellie and she gave you a quick smile. “Hi” She has a very drunk Ellie on her shoulder which she quickly lets her down on the couch and picks her words back up looking straight at you “I’m Dina, this is Jesse, we're friends of Ellie.” She smiles and nudges Jesse which leads him to shake your hand softly. You followed up by telling them your name with a smile before you looked at Ellies limpish body on the couch. 

“Is she okay?” You looked at her, Ellie seemed way less hostile while she was sleeping which was refreshing. Dina almost instantly nods looking at you. “Oh yeah, she's just- she went a bit overboard tonight!” Jesse sorta chuckles “Cat situation clearly got her worked up” Your mind couldn’t help but wonder, did she fucking lose her cat or something, is that why shes so unreasonably moody. I mean it would make sense? 

You just nod looking at the pair, I mean you didn’t know what the fuck to say and this led Dina awkwardly make split eyecontact with you which followed by looking back at Jesse. “Well! We should get going It’s late and all and we got morning classes”

“Fuck tell me about it” You chuckle looking at them before talking “It was nice to meet you guys.” You smile nodding looking at them and Dina and Jesse both smile giving you a nice “Yeah you too” 

You went into your bedless room laying down a blanket against the cold wooden floor and layed a pillow right above that. Your mind wandered that night, you tried not to pay much attention to your roommate or what her friends said but you didn’t have much else to think about. Class started tomorrow and as much as you loved writing you had an undoubting feeling your professors were not going to pass up the chance to give you some insanely long ass writing assignment. So thinking about what Ellie's friends said was unfortunately on your mind.

When Jesse said “The cat situation” it had your mind go straight to the fact she probably lost her pet cat or something. But the more you thought about it, that seemed a tad bit far-fetched considering the conversion Dina was having with Ellie as they were talking on the couch “Ellie just come onnnnn! Come to the party, forget about Cat and actually go out!” you just took the benefit of the doubt and wanted to say that most people would probably say “Forget about the cat” while referring to the pet cat! I mean unless Dinas grammar is just really ass. Cat is most likely a person. 

You quickly shake your head mumbling out a quick “This is stupid” it was 1am, and you're thinking about whether your roommates' friends were talking about a real cat or a person. Fuck you need to make some friends here, because if this is how you’re going to be spending your nights it’s going to get rough quick!

The morning was groggy as your alarm woke you up. You had classes that you needed to go to and you refused to let yourself be late to the first day. You got up throwing on a pair of pants and a sweater that will make sure you’re not freezing your ass off during the day. You left your room and just to your fucking luck Ellie’s leaving her room at the exact same time leaving the both of you with weird ass awkward eye contact. You assumed she must have gotten off the couch some time throughout the night considering she's now in her bedroom. Since you were both staring for about 10 seconds Ellie finally talks. “I heard if you take a picture it will last longer?” 

You tried to shrug off the comment but each time she spoke it was like nothing nice was going to come out of her mouth. You just turned on your heel shifting your gaze from hers, going down the hallway trying your best to not give her a reaction. It was better to be the bigger person consider it feels like your literal fucking roomates with a 13 year old boy. 

“You look shitty?” She says with a slight chuckle. Well that one did hurt. Manly because you spent time this morning making sure you looked presentable for the people you were going to face in class. You didn’t understand why she said it, but whether or not it was supposed to come out as a joke it hurt. “Did I do something or are you just like this with literally everyone.” You say avoiding her gaze. 

“Like?” She says, and this is now the longest you two have had a reciprocating conversation and it’s literally just insults. “Just a fucking prick” You say grabbing your bag and a protein bar. Luckily for you this time she didn't respond, her eyebrows slightly furrowed at your comment and you can tell it definitely struck a nerve. She just leaves the kitchen island and sits on the couch. And that was your invitation to also leave. You couldn’t be bothered to pursue this conversation any longer so you left and caught a taxi to your University. 

(Ellies Pov)

Yesterday

“I don’t wanna go to a fucking party man” Ellie groans looking at Dina as she continues to beg. “Ellie just come onnnnn! Come to the party, forget about Cat and actually go out!” Ellie catches your gaze and talks directly at you “Can I fucking help you?” Ellie says getting followed up with a hard nudge from Dina “You don’t always need to be a dick!” Ellie watches as you trip over your feet stumbling out of the apartment with a red face, clearly embarrassed. “What’s your issue?” Dina says, turning Ellies concentration straight back on her. “Nothing!” Ellie says, trying to defend her shitty behaviour. “You realize you dont always have to be fucking passive” Dina says looking at Ellie, as Ellies desperately trying avoid it. “I'm not being passive?!” Dina scoffs and puts on a deep voice trying to mock her “Can I fucking help you?” Dina says, looking at Ellie. “Literally coming from the same girl who sleeps with a dinosaur stuffed animal” Dina laughs, causing Ellie to defensively shake her head. “What the fuck! No I don't!” Dina nods and talks again “Ellie just come to the party she won’t even be there!” 

“Cat suddenly doesn’t come to parties?” Ellie shakes her head looking at Dina. “She won't be at this one! Just pleaseeee!!! School is gonna start then you’re going to complain because you missed this party.” Ellie cracks out a little smile and finally nod “Fuck okay okay! 

That led Ellie to the point she is now, in a taxi with Dina and Jesse. “It’s gonna be funn!” Dina smiles reassuring Ellie, which clearly doesn’t work because Ellies shakes her head “I think we got different meanings of fun Dina.” Dina shakes her and looks at Jesse and nudges him “Jesse you convince her. “Dude just put on a smile and once we get some shots in you it will be fine. We’re gonna have fun!” Ellie just smiles at the pair and nods. “Alrightttt!” They both smile at Ellie finally cracking a smile. “Yess!” Dina says. 

The night was smooth sailing for most of the time, when Ellie got some shots in her the tenseness of the night sorta just faded and it allowed her to actually enjoy the night. Ellie even flirted with a couple girls which was rare. I mean it didn’t lead anywhere because she 100% wasn’t ready for that, but it was nice. Especially after Cat. 

And just as Ellie thought the night was going well and she was talking to a girl there was a light tap on the shoulder and she was met with the same brown eyes that she spent about a year and a half with. 

Fucking cat.  

“Hey sun..” Cat says. And Ellie couldn’t help but cringe at the words. Sun, that’s what Cat always called Ellie when they were dating, and now that they 100% weren’t dating, it sorta just felt like a fresh wound. Ellie is a bit drunk (Really drunk) but she quickly spits out some words “Don’t call me that Cat.” Cat almost seems dumbfounded at Ellies words, like she couldn’t process the fact Ellie didn’t wanna get called some corny fucking pet name. 

“Okay..sorry. It’s like I always used to call you that?-” Cat says looking at Ellie trying to meet her green eyes but Ellie refuses to make eye contact. “Yeah, fucking used to. Just fu-” Dina quickly jumps in noticing Ellies hands are clenched and that nothing well is going to resolve from this conversation. “Hey Els go get some air with Jesse!” Dina quickly suggest signalling jesse over with a tilt of her head which causes him to walk over “Go take Ellie outside real quick please” He just smiles and nods, taking Ellie by the shoulder as she stumbles over her feet.

“Cat stop trying to talk to her. It’s still fresh and you’re acting like you breaking up with her was some game, okay you two are over and you made that decision.” Dina says sternly once Ellie and Jesse are outside. And Cat shakes her head fast. “I-I’m not even acting like it was some game?” Cat says getting defensive “I said we should take a break!” Cat says looking at Dina. “Then you fucking kissed a girl infront of her!” Dina says now also getting annoyed. The fact Cat wasn’t cluing into the fact she hurt Ellie was getting old. “Leave Ellie the fuck alone Cat” Dina says leaving the house to go meet up with Jesse and Ellie. 

“Is she okay?” Dina asks, looking at Ellie as she leans her head on his shoulder. Jesse looks at Dina and shrugs. “Other than the fact she just threw up 3 times I think she's okay!” He chuckles sarcastically. “Deal with Cat?” He asks as him and Dina now hold Ellie up. “Fuck shes unsufferable, but yeah, I think she got the message this time.”

This is what leads Dina and Jesse to drag and Ellie back to her shared apartment with you. They quickly open the door without knocking and Dina instantly notices your slightly panicked face “Hi” Dina says with a very drunk Ellie on her shoulder, Dina lets down Ellie lightly on the couch and Ellies body falls limp.

This is when Dina clues in you two haven’t properly met. “I’m Dina, this is Jesse, we're friends of Ellie.” Dina smiles and nudges Jesse which leads him to shake your hand softly. Dina and Jesse quickly learned your name as you followed up by telling them with a smile before you decide to talk again.. “Is she okay?”

Dina heard how your voice was soft. She wanted to give you props for even caring considering what Ellie said earlier to you  “Oh yeah, she's just- she went a bit overboard tonight!” Jesse sorta chuckles “Cat situation clearly got her worked up” They both noticed how your eyebrows furrowed clearly thinking about something but they didn’t think it was important to mention.

Dina breaks the awkward ass silence saying “Well! We should get going It’s late and all and we got morning classes”

You nodded to her words and said “Fuck tell me about it” You smiled looking at them before talking “It was nice to meet you guys.” You smile nodding looking at them and Dina and Jesse both smile giving you a nice “Yeah you too” 

Ellie’s night was shit, she woke up on the couch around 4am and noticed Dina and Jesse were nowhere to be seen. Since she woke up at 4am she did make it back into her bedroom but regardless the next morning her hangover was horrible. As she leaves her room she notices you walk out at the exact same fucking time. Great! It was followed by an awkward stare. Ellie noticed you must have gotten up early because you were put together but she would say that. Considering her night was shitty and you both were looking at each other like a deer lost in headlights she comes up with the bright idea to say “I heard if you take a picture it will last longer?” I mean it was harsh but it was easy!

You turned on your heel without giving Ellie a reaction which left her puzzled. I mean she didn’t do it for a reaction but the fact you didn’t give her one was weird. She sees you walk to the kitchen island and grab your bag. Again Ellie’s mouth thought way faster than her thoughts. “You look shitty?” She says it with a slight chuckle. I mean she didn’t mean it but now she was curious if you would break. 

And this time you did. Your eyebrows furrowed and she saw how her words actually affected you. Your eyes just looked more sad when she said those words. “Did I do something or are you just like this with literally everyone.” Ellie quickly picks up on how you’re avoiding her gaze, which works in her favor because if you did end up making eye contact with her you would see how her eyes faltered for a split second showing an ounce of sympathy.  

“Like?” Ellie says trying to keep up this shitty tough persona which really makes her come off as “Just a fucking prick” It’s like you finished what she was thinking and she didn’t like it. Because it’s one thing to act like one but now that it was brought to her attention it was like something she just really didn’t want to hear. 

This leads Ellie to get embarrassed on the fact you actually did call her out, she quickly turns her head facing away from you which was on purpose and she sat down on the couch which faces the tv. She hears your footsteps getting closer to the door and way more distance. Then there's a final slam of the door. You’re gone now.

Ellie’s not even looking at the tv, just straight ahead, because not only does she have a new roommate. But you fully were willing to actually call her out without a second thought.

Which Ellie doesn't like. 

Part 2

A/N -> HI! I feel like I have to apologize for literally leaving for like a month but I have had almost 0 motivation to write.

School has me really busy so it’s sorta just consuming all my free time. I also realized in my first fic I rushed to get the parts out which made the whole process of making them less enjoyable!

That being said for this one i’m not going to force myself to write I’m going to do it on my accord! (but that doesn’t mean each part is gonna take like a month btw!)

I hope you guys enjoyed reading this because I did enjoy making/ coming up with the plot. And I promise in future chapters it will get more interesting 😭 (let’s also not talk about how the reader didn’t know ellie’s name till they moved in, which I know is unrealistic asf!)

This is really just to start it off making sure the plot is understandable. 🫶🏽

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[maapllee]

All The Stars~ PT.3

BAKUGOU X SECRET ADMIRER PT.3

A/N: I love this part n I love writing for y'all, you guys are so sweet. I know I said this part would come out a few weeks ago, but my kitten contacted parvo virus. I hope you guys understand :<

P.S: I'd like to add that one of the next parts will have slightly suggestive themes, nothing too descriptive.

ALL THE STARS PT.1 | ALL THE STARS PT.2

You groaned, jolting awake from what you thought was a short nap. The sun was blazing, hot on your skin now. Your head and throat throbbed- you were dehydrated and miserable. Propping yourself up on your elbows, you took in your surroundings.

Bakugou shut the door to his dorm so hard the walls shook. His muscular back rested against the wooden door. He closed his eyes, panting. The book in his hands felt like concrete, heavy and cold. Taking a deep breath, he calmed himself down. Opening the book, he took in the pages- pages and pages of sketches of himself sitting idly in class. He had to admit, you had some real talent there. He looked so calm, taking notes while resting his chin on his palm.

Meanwhile, you pulled your knees towards yourself, taking a minute to recall the past few hours. Eyes widening, you frantically searched around as you remembered you had set your sketchbook down- it would be no short of a disaster if anyone opened that book. Maybe it wasn't THAT great of an idea to carry said book out of your dorm room. Shit. Bakugou pulled Kirishima into his dorm room, his heart beating in his temples now. "Woah, I didn't think L/N would be the one who was putting those gifts in your locker! I can't say I'm surprised though, you guys are so thoughtful with each other." Kirishima nodded. "Thoughtful with wHO, I can't fuckin stand her. She's so annoying and dumb and stupid, almost stupider than Deku." Bakugou shouted, hands on his cheeks.

"Yeah, totes bro." Kirishima deadpanned, patting Bakugou's back. "So, when're ya asking her out? There are a couple good movies in the theatre or that new cafe down the street... We should ask Denki, he looks like the kinda dude to have this kinda experience", Kirishima rambled on and on, which all went over the blond's head, too busy calming the thumping in his chest, his head steaming.

Shaking his head, Bakugou took a deep breath in. "Fuck that, We have training at Ground Beta in half an hour. We'd better start heading over and warming up." Bakugou said, ushering Kirishima out of his room. Closing the door shut, He put his forehead to the cool wood at the thought of facing you at the Ground- knowing you, you must be having a panic attack at the mere thought of your sketchbook being missing- fuck- now that he thought of it, that was fucking selfish of him to do. He wondered if he could slip it into your dorm room while you were on the ground- he could fake an injury or a fever or something, he'd just have to convince Aizawa Sensei. A tough task in itself.

☾

You stood next to Uraraka at Ground Beta. You shifted your weight from one foot to another as your fingers fiddled with your hair, still anxious over how you couldn't find your sketchbook this morning. Bakugou was stretching with the boys in some distance, taking note of how you couldn't hide how anxious you were. Almost in tears, you thought about the possible scenarios. What if someone had taken your book? What if they'd shown Bakugou? What if they'd leaked it all around UA? Your hero career was as good as over.

Aizawa Sensei walked onto the ground, patting your back as he took notice of how down you were. Aizawa Sensei started reading off the pairings for training. You shook your head, taking in deep breaths while steadying yourself to get your head in the game. UA wasn't for the weak and you weren't going to let something as small as this drag you down- they were just sketches and you could always claim the book wasn't yours, un-named as the book was.

"YN/LN and Bakugou Katsuki, please make your way to the centre of Ground Beta."

You physically flinched as you grimaced at the pairing. Uraraka gave you a small push, urging you to step forward. Aizawa Sensei gave you the side eye, wondering what kind of argument you and Bakugou had again, prompting this kind of reaction from you. Little did he know, huh?

TAGLIST: @lovra974 Thanks so much for keeping up with the series~

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[leclerc-s]

the tortured poets department

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daphnejonesricciardo the tortured poets department. an anthology of new works that reflect events, opinions and sentiments from a fleeting and fatalistic moment in time - one that was both sensational and sorrowful in equal measure. this period of the author's life is now over, the chapter closed and boarded up. there is nothing to avenge, no score to settle once wounds have healed.and upon further reflection, a good number of them turned out to be self-inflicted. this writer is of firm belief that our tears become holy in the form of ink on a page. once we have spoke out saddest story, we can be free of it.

and then all that's left behind is the tortured poetry.

the tortured poets department is out now.

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danieljonesricciardo wow.

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danieljonesricciardo i'm so proud of you. i love you.

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rhysjones ARE YOU PROUD OF YOURSELF? YOU PEOPLE ARE SICK!! I AM SOBBING!!

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↳ maejonesverstappen better believe it bitch!

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isabella perez you are sick and twisted daphne jones-ricciardo

isabella perez SICK AND TWISTED!!

logan sargeant currently sobbing to florida!!!

bailey winters claiming so long london.

lando norris WHAT THE FUCK DOES THAT MEAN BAILEY?? bailey winters IT MEANS I LOVE THE SONG YOU FUCKING MUPPET!!!

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charles leclerc of course we did. it's our masterpiece.

daphne jones-ricciardo a true masterpiece. the work of five geniuses.

pierre gasly i wouldn't call charles a genius. rowan todd at least he didn't get married in vegas while he was drunk. natalia ruiz we did things a little backwards but yeah pierre!

freya vettel mick wouldn't break up with me so i could get the full experience. that's blasphemous!!

mick schumacher WHY WOULD I BREAK UP WITH YOU?? IT TOOK US TOO LONG TO GET OUR SHIT TOGETHER??

freya vettel IT'S THE RIGHT THING TO DO MICKOLAS!

zoya torres i can confirm that logan is crying to florida!!! it's on a loop in his drivers room.

arthur leclerc i don't believe my brother helped write any of this album. he's not smart enough for that.

ollie bearman why am i sobbing??

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lewis hamilton why do you people always have to drag me into things?

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sebastian vettel he's not dead??

lance stroll it's a meme seb. sebastian vettel oh okay.

pato o'ward MY NEW HYPE SONG IS DOWN BAD

isabella perez because he's down bad for gael

gael perez i will fucking fight you isabella maria perez

max jones-verstappen DOES SHE OR DOES SHE NOT HAVE A MIDDLE NAME??

oscar piastri she does. it's juliana. isabella perez OSCAR!

esteban ocon crying in club to the entire album.

charles leclerc a win for the sad bitches (me)

dulce perez the extra 15 songs destroyed me. i was already sad and then daphne had to go and kill me.

natalia leclerc can you believe charles refused to call off our engagement so i could experience the full album in all it's pain?

daphne jones-ricciardo that seems horrible. let's run away together

fernando alonso where's daniel? he's usually the first one here screaming about how he loves the album and daphne.

rhys jones crying in his room over the album. there was a solid 15 minutes where he spent screaming "did i hurt you?" to no one in particular. the cats left him and joined me instead.

rowan todd ending the album was a 10/10 but ending it with the manuscript was a 4823014/10

carlos sainz i will never recover from this.

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oscar piastri he's still crying in bella's arms.

isabella perez WE'RE CRYING TOGETHER!! pato o'ward MAKE ROOM FOR ME!! I'M COMING TO CRY!! gael perez YOU'RE IN LONG BEACH!! THEY'RE IN CHINA!! dulce perez WHEN THERE'S A WILL THERE'S A WAY BITCH!

max jones-verstappen can't believe i made it onto another daphne jones-ricciardo album. that's 4 out of 11!!

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fernando alonso daphne, i knew you were in love with me!

daniel jones-ricciardo BACK THE FUCK OFF OLD MAN!

daniel jones-ricciardo THAT'S MY FUCKING WIFE!!

daniel jones-ricciardo DAPHNE ALISON JONES-RICCIARDO I FUCKING LOVE YOU

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rhys jones we knew it would take fernando to get you back.

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bailey winters anyone who says they didn't cry is lying.

rhys jones i will go to my grave wishing i got a daphne x xnda collab.

pato o'ward I LOVE THIS ALBUM!!

pato o'ward ISA!! WE HAVE TO CRY TOGETHER TO THIS ALBUM!!

isabella perez i will always cry to this album and i'm in a happy and healthy relationship.

gael perez for once.

dulce perez says the one who broke up with his boyfriend because he was scared.

pato o'ward woah

daniel jones-ricciardo i expect all of you to be playing this album over the weeked in your garages. make me proud children.

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¡leclerc-s speaks! does the tagging actually work?? cause when i do it looks like it works but i'm not quite sure if it actually does work or not. anyways, happy ttpd release! this was supposed to come out sooner but i got distracted watching grey's anatomy.

¡disclaimer! this is in no way making assumptions about the people involved in this story, this is all fake. it is a fanfiction please don't take any of what is said seriously. this is all for entertainment purposes and as a creative outlet for me. enjoy!

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[aeomianamoure]

I wanna see emo Kai being a pervy loser!!

— emo kai being your pervy loser bestfriend to boyfriend!

warnings <3: !smut, kai corrupting reader, !dark and toxic kai, !reader is sweet but a bit of a loser as well, takes place in college, !coquette reader, ddlg themes, !plot twist, kai is a bit of a stalker in this, mentions of other txt members, reader is a crybaby, mentions of smut, actual smut, free use!

a/n <3: i have a feeling ill do better writing these type of fics :3

kai was infatuated with you; from the moment his then only friend yeonjun introduced you to him, and he fears it’s only worsen more and more over time. “so kai this is y/n, and y/n this is kai” yeonjun introduced you both to eachother, “maybe now you can stop clinging onto me” yeonjun half joked hitting kai’s shoulder passive aggressively making the younger wince grabbing his now assaulted shoulder before walking away. you’d immediately frown getting closer to kai before lightly reaching out to massaging his shoulder, “he’s such a dick, im sorry kai” you’d place a light kiss on his forming bruise making kai’s eyes widen in shock as he rapidly bow his head down to you to show his gratitude

“so i was thinking for the project i could go over your house? i’d let you come over mine but my parents said no boys allowed” you’d ask kai with a small frown and kai not being able to say no to you, he’d nod his head rapidly making you smile with a excited clap before you paid attention to your assignment again causing kai to shakes his head, but then panic runs through his head thinking about how you would react once you stepped foot in his room

kai was shocked when you started gasping and oohing over his manga collection, “you like chobits too?” you’d ask carefully pulling the manga out of his shelf with a shy smile, kai still hasn’t warmed up to speaking to you much so he nods. “i always thought i was the only one who liked this type of anime at our school” you’d giggle “hey whenever we can should watch the anime together” you’d suggest and kai sighed in relief at how you seemed to like his bedroom

what he liked most about you was your kindness, your ability to see only the good in people and not being judgmental at all; “so yeonjunnie said i need to stop hanging out with you” you’d pout as you leaped into kai’s bed starling him a bit. “what? what do you mean?” he would ask his heart racing at that comment “yeonjun said you’re weird and off putting and a total loser but i think he’s just full of it! don’t worry i defended you and told him that i’d rather be your friend than his” you’d nod your head making the black haired boy smile down at you

“what are you listening to?” you come up from behind scaring the shit of kai, “holy shit y/n don’t scare me like that!” he would roll his eyes making you giggle an apology. “im listening to yeah boy and doll face by pierce the veil” and you laugh at this, “yeonjun was right you really are an emo loser” making kai roll his eyes once again before he begins to tackle you with aggressive tiggles

valentine’s day rolled around and you were sad to say the least since kai was now where to be seen that day. everyone knew you were pretty but not exactly dateable material yet it sucked being reminded that during special days like these, that was until you were surprised with a stuffed bunny in your locker. you frown your eyebrows gently cradling it into your arms tilting your head at the pink love letter attached to its limps. you being curious you open it kinda shocked but you couldn’t deny it made you blush once you’ve read it. the letter containing dirty things like how you were being watched, how in love this mysterious stalker was with you, how you failed to notice your lacy undergarments including your stockings go missing along with your lip gloss and pink ribbon bows. how pretty you looked asleep during your after school naps in nothing but a crop top and a mini skirt. but what made you turn red the most was the explicit details about wanting to take your virginity. you couldn’t lie you were a bit scared now at how this stalker knew about you still being a virgin but still excited that somebody took an interest to you even if it was a total creep.

you couldn’t deny it to yourself anymore, you were beginning to fall for your bestfriend kai. as the love letters only became more perverted and more frequent you’d begin to imagine it was kai behind all of this. you began to sleep with the thought in your head making it appear in your dreams, you became so obsessed with the idea of kai being your stalker it became the reason why you touched yourself, with needy shameful rubs as you struggled to make yourself orgasm since you really didn’t know how to but you still tried nonetheless. but after all of that trying, you still would cry yourself to sleep because of how guilty you felt to be wishing your bestfriend who has been nothing but sweet to you to be the perv sending you those letters what’s wrong with me?

you began to ignore kai making him secretly angry with you but you didn’t notice, you were too distracted with imagining him to be your stalker and then feeling ashamed of it. you thought of that idea so much you didn’t even connect the puzzle that kai really was your stalker when you opened a very angry letter on the same day kai was angry with you, the letter containing a lot of curse words along with the very violent things your stalker wanted to do to you if you didn’t stop ignoring him making you very confused.

it wasn’t until the later that night you realized the stuffed bunny you were gifted had a camera in its left eye making you flush in embarrassment as you gently tucked it under your pink bed sheets in attempt of the person who you had hoped it was kai to be able to see you sleep better

you eventually got tired of ignoring kai and you missed him so you finally answered his hundreds of text messages and phone calls apologizing and making up some excuse for your behavior sighing in worry as kai immediately forgave you also inviting you over his room for a night of anime binging and video gaming to make up for lost time

you’d tremble at kai shifting behind you placing his hands on top of yours while you carefully held onto his extra ps5 controller in attempt of showing you how to play texas chainsaw massacre; “you also have to stay still to avoid being caught by the family y/n i know it’s a lot to remember but the more you play with me the more you’ll get used to it” kai laughs sheepishly at your pout but you nod nonetheless.

later that night, you begin to drift away to sleep failing to notice your bestfriend kai sitting up behind you violently stroking his shaft with your missing lacy panties trying his best to keep quiet but it was kinda hard to when you were this close to him. eventually you woke up but kai failed to notice seeing how he was clearly busy so you decided to take matters into your own hands and gently turn around racing him latching your tiny (he thought it was tiny) fist around his cock before bringing your lips down on it making him gasp as he opens his eyes to look down at you but he’s so far gone in pleasure he doesn’t say anything. you sigh happily drinking him in your mouth as you begin to rub your pussy through your pajama shorts you couldn’t believe your dream of letting kai use your mouth as he pleases was finally coming true

you’d blush pink as you awake in kai’s arms from last night, seeing him peacefully watch you rest before remembering what happened and immediately feeling guilty for just sucking him off like that without saying anything. “kai? im really sorry for just forcing myself on you like that it was very cruel and you’re my best friend and i shouldn’t have done that it was my first time doing something so sexual and i’m really sorry i don’t know what came over me!” you’d ramble letting tears fall down your face as you hug your bestfriend apologizing over and over again. kai’s eyes soften at your apology before he lightly cradles you into his lap holding you as he whispers, “it’s okay y/n, i know you’re just a little girl and can’t help getting all needy and wanting to use your mouth with me” and you freeze, how does he know that you like that pet name?

you and kai never really spoke about what happened that sleepover, but you do use it as a way to get yourself off. the letters from your stalker getting sweet again but you’re starting to get more grumpy with how the stalker refused to reveal himself. you let out a sigh in frustration and lay down in bed reaching down between your legs rubbing your clit for the nth time that week and begin suckling on your fingers, needly whimpering at the memory of kai telling you how pretty you looked with your mouth full of cock. you let out a weak cry and a kick of your feet at how you failed to cum though before a wicked idea pops in your head as you reach over your stuffed bunny dragging it in between your thighs as you relentlessly rub against it surprising kai as he begins to watch you and he could have swore he came untouched when he heard you whine his name

“could i have some of your ice cream?” kai spoke up as you sat behind him rewatching chobits with him and you nod feeding him some. “thanks” he’d smile “you know i love you right?” he adds on nonchalantly as he turns his attention back to the tv making your blood run cold

you guys never spoke of kai’s confession, but still remained close friends frustrating you. why hasn’t he asked me to be my boyfriend already? you’d huff your cheeks out laying down in bed drifting away to sleep then kai takes his cue and steps into your room from your window smiling down at your now sleeping state. the boy held his breathe itching closer to you lifting up your bedsheets turning you gently to your back as your eyes flutter open as you immediately felt your pussy get wet again

“kai?” you spoke up seeing kai quickly undress you both but you didn’t show any sign of denying him “shh you have no idea how long i’ve been wanting to fuck you” kai shushes you as you freeze. “you’ve been wanting to fuck me?” you’d smile a little blushing at the thought of being wanted. with a nod he speaks again, “ever since you sucked me off like that i haven’t been able to control myself i hope you’re not scared”

you’d gasp softly at the sight of your pussy being stretched around kai’s cock gently grabbing his forearm feeling him rut deeper and deeper into your gummy walls making your breath hitch. “be gentle” you’d hiccup “im.. im a virgin..” “i know”

“what? how did you know that?” your doe eyes weakly open again “you’re not really that dumb are you?” kai laughs menacingly at your wide eyes “come on baby really? you do know that i’m the one sending you all those letters right?” “the love letters?” you’d squeak. kai laughs again, moving to an angle to hit a specific spot in your stomach. “you think i write those letters to you out of love?”

you began to tear up feeling your pussy torn apart in two, “kai” you let out a dry sob “it hurts no more” you’d whine feeling overstimulated at how much you cummed that night “just one more baby yeah? just one more” kai hushed you and you whimpered feeling a knot in your stomach

“do you wanna be my girlfriend?” kai murmured half asleep and you nod. “you’re my boyfriend now right?” you’d speak up making kai laugh at you now waking up. “yes of course” he kisses you lightly making you squeal in delight

a/n: sorry if this isn’t the best 💔

#angelina’s garden ♡! #coquette #emo boyfriend #emo x coquette #txt x reader #txt #txt x y/n #txt smut #txt oneshots #txt reactions #txt headcanons #txt imagines #txt kai #yandere #yandere txt #yandere kai

[jeysmullet]

Hi hun! Could I request for a Jey fic where reader is engaged to Jey, but gets mad when she read that he had invited Sexxy Red to be his VIP guest and he makes it up to her. Smut or fluff, you decide!

Love your writing!

fuck my baby daddy.

jey uso x fiancé!fem!reader.

warnings: jey being an idiot, smut, the tiniest bit of exhibitionism (but not really), praise kink, and finally fluff!!

hope you enjoy it bookie 💋. @bebesobrielo

xoxo vaeh.

y/n l/n pov.

Upset can’t describe how i’m feeling right now. Joshua decided it would be a good idea to invite no other than mrs fuck my baby daddy herself, Sexyy Red, to be his vip guest.

“hey mrs fatu,” i heard from someone in front of me. I looked up before locking eyes with Trinity’s. I rolled my eyes laughing before shaking my head.

“girl what’s wrong, you look off?” she spoke as she sat in the chair beside me.

“you’re fucking brother in law is what’s wrong.” i sighed as i ran my hands over my face.

“lord, what did thing two do now?” she shook her head. i didn’t say anything as i just unlocked my phone before showing her the twitter post.

“sexyy red?? what the fuck do he got going on.” she semi-yelled as she read the post.

“girl he got me fucked all the way up, entirely.” i spoke as i placed my phone back into my lap.

“oh girl. i know exactly what you can do.” Trinity said before grabbing my phone &’ tweeting something.

i looked at her after she hit post and smirked as we made eye contact.

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“FUCK MY BABY DADDY??” Jon flinched as he heard his twin brother yell. Jon turned around looking at Josh with wide eyes.

“uce what the hell wrong with you, yelling in my damn ear like that.” Jon said shaking his head before having a phone shoved in his face by Josh.

Jon laughed as he saw what his brother was yelling over. his soon to be sister in law had tweeted out, “fuck my baby daddy” and Josh was freaking out.

“damn uce, what did you do?” The older twin asked as he watched his younger brother pace back and forth.

“man uce, i don’t kno-“ Jon looked at his brother trying to understand why he cut hisself off. Josh’s eyes widened as he came to a realization.

“Sexyy, that’s why.” Josh said sighing as his brother looked at him confused.

“i invited her to be my vip guest and i guess y/n found out.” Josh continued as he ran his hands down his face.

“dumbass,” Jon mumbled before getting smacked in the back of the head.

“not the time Jonathan. i need help.” Jey sighed.

“alright uce , just calm down. i’ll call trin.” Jon speaks as he pulls out his phone before going to his wife’s contact and calling her.

“hey baby,” Trinity’s voice spoke from the phone.

“hey baby, look josh-“ Jon started to speak before the phone got snatched out of his hand.

“trin please i need your help, what did i do?” Josh spoke fast as he held the phone.

“well josh, we can start off by bringing up the fact you invited sexyy red to be your vip guest without warning your fiancé and now she’s upset because she found out from twitter instead of her fiancé.”

Josh could pass out from how stupid he felt at that moment. of course he was going to tell y/n about it, he just never got the chance to.

“shit trin, what do i do to make it up to her?”

“surprise her, take her to dinner and tell her why you didn’t tell her yet i guess.”

“thanks trin, i owe you.” Josh hung up the phone before handing it back to his brother.

“i’ll be right back.” Josh grabbed his phone and sped out of their shared locker room.

Josh passed by multiple superstars on the way to the women’s locker room. Some were confused on where he was rushing to and some had an idea on what was happening.

Josh stood outside the women’s locker room before knocking. He stood there for a minute before Nia Jaxx opened the door.

“Yo can you tell y/n i need to talk to her.”

Nia nods before closing the door again, only for it to open again a few seconds later to reveal an annoyed looking y/n.

“what josh?”

“listen baby i know how this seems but i promise you i was gonna tell you but every time i tried to one of us had something to do.”

Y/n sighed as she stepped further into the hallway closing the locker room door behind her. She grabs Josh’s hand before dragging him to an empty corner.

“I know we’re busy Josh but i wish you would’ve told me instead of me finding out from twitter. you know how twitter mixes things up.”

“I know baby but please believe me. i was gonna tell you.”

“i do believe you josh.”

“oh thank God.” Josh sighed out in relief as Y/n laughs.

“well i still want to make it up to you, let me take you out to dinner after the show tonight. it’s been a while since i’ve treated you to a night out.”

“okay Josh.” Y/n says as she smiles and leans up to place her lips onto Josh’s.

Josh smirks as the two engage in a heated make out session. His hands traveled down her body before reaching her ass. He smacked it before picking her up and placing her on a crate beside them.

Y/n leans her head to the side as Josh kisses her down her neck before going back to her lips.

The two were so lost in one another that they didn’t see Jon standing at the corner. Jon cleared his throat making the two jump.

“Sorry to interrupt but we got a match Josh.” Jon stated while awkwardly looking down.

Josh turned to Y/n and picked her up off the crate before placing her on the ground.

“you good?” Josh asked her when she straightened herself out.

“yeah i’m good, go ahead so you aren’t late.”

“alright, remember dinner tonight.” Josh said as he walked over to his brother.

“i’m guessing your apology went good.” Jon laughed.

Josh shook his head before laughing.

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nobody’s pov.

Josh staggered into the hotel room before closing the door with his foot as he held Y/n in his arms.

He made his way over to the bed before slowly sitting Y/n down on the bed. He let his hands roam her body before making his way to the back of her dress unzipping it. he slid the straps off of her shoulders before pulling the rest of it off her body.

He felt the blood rush to his lower body as he saw her bare body under the dress.

“oh so you wasn’t wearing nothing under that huh? You wanted other people to see what’s mine?” Josh spoke lowly as he lowered his lips to her collarbone sucking the skin before going lower.

Y/n moaned as she felt Josh start sucking on her chest. She let her hands snake down to his head before grabbing it and playing with his hair.

The two were lost in each other as their bodies pressed together in a long and passionate embrace, the weight of the world seemed to lift off their shoulders. The disagreement from earlier fleeting from both of their minds. They moved together in a slow and tender dance, lost in each other's touch.

Josh lifted his head from Y/n’s chest before he slipped his fingers down to her core.

Josh smirked at the girl under him as he feels how wet she is.

“I got you like that mama?”

as the sentence was being spoken, Y/n felt as he brought his thumb to her clit and started rubbing it.

She felt her breath get shakey as she tried to respond to him before giving up after she felt Josh’s fingers slid into her slick. she grabbed his arm trying to push it away from her.

“why you running baby? you wasn’t running when you was rubbing all on my dick at dinner. had me hard in front of all them people.”

“Josh please.” Y/n moaned out as Josh sped up his fingers.

“please what mama? i need your words.”

“i need you baby, i need your dick.”

Josh smiled before pulling his fingers out of his fiancé and bringing them up to his mouth.

He started to line himself up with her entrance before slowly pushing himself in.

Y/n’s back arched off the bed as she felt his dick inside of her.

“you feel so good around this dick baby. this yo dick.” josh grunted as he pounded mercilessly into her.

Y/n could only sob and beg shamelessly for more, hands clawing down his back as she felt her orgasm approached fast under his skilled touch.

Y/n felt her body shake as her orgasm took over her body, gushing around her fiancés dick. Josh felt his dick start pulsing inside of her as her pussy grips him over and over again.

Josh followed Y/n soon after as his cum shoots deep in her before his body collapses on top of hers.

“I love you girl and i’m sorry i didn’t tell you earlier.” Josh lowly said as he softly slid out of her before getting up.

“I love you too Josh. I promise it’s okay.” Y/n’s eyes followed her fiancé as he walked to the bathroom before coming back out with a wet rag.

Josh walked over to y/n before cleaning her up and picking her up to take her to the bathroom.

after she finished with her business and cleaned herself again, Josh came back into the bathroom before picking her up again. He laid her on the bed and gave her the water bottle he got her while she was in the bathroom.

He placed the cover over the both of them before leaning over and turning the light off.

Y/n placed the water bottle onto the nightstand before snuggling into Josh’s chest.

#jey uso #jey uso x reader #jey uso imagine #jey uso fic #jey uso smut #my jey obsession is coming back

[ihavewierdobsessions]

What type of woman do you like!?!!? JJK edition

Okay so Nanami, Gojo, Toji, Idk who more

A/n: OH MY GOD i was trying to find out what their type would be and god the mischaracterising of these men is wild. So here’s my take on what type of woman or man they would want to date.

don’t mind any spelling mistakes i was frustrated while writing this

Nanami

So if you didn’t know Nanami is one of the few people in jjk that actually wants to find someone who he can settle down with and start a family.

i can see him wanting someone that is pretty mature.

someone who can take care of themselves and be okay with him staying at work late

Nanami is a pretty quiet man but not so quiet that he doesn’t like to have an intense conversation about some random shit

This man would like a person who isn’t afraid to put their opinion out there and to speak their mind.

He would like then on the more sunshine side but still want them to be able to have a quiet night when they just sit in the sofa, Nanami is reading a book while his partner is laying with their legs on his lap doing whatever they’re doing.

Someone who can be patient with him and give him time to get comfortable with his new life

definitely someone who can bake and will bake bread or random ass cookies when bored

Gojo

Oh wow this poor guy

I doubt he’d actually want a serious relationship considering the fact that he has a lot of problems inside

But if he would actually want one i’d see him want a person that doesn’t see him as just the strongest but as the person he is inside

I see him wanting a person who is pretty dense and doesn’t really understand that he’s flirting so it like adds to the chase a little

He would really like the thrill of trying to make them understand that he actually likes them.

Someone who would even out his bubbly personality but not someone that is like fluttershy shy

This man needs a hug so definitely a person who would be able to see through his fake confidence and just hug him telling him that it’s okay to cry when things get to hard.

AGAIN a person who will be patient with him needing time in order to get comfortable.

Toji

Oh god

This guy is sooooo mischaracterised ITS SAD

Toji WOULD NOT just see you as a sex doll like bro i doubt sex is even in his mind it’s just filled with him trying to prove to his clan that he isn’t useless.

He has been through so much abuse that he would need a person that could pull him out of the darkness is even for just a moment.

Like we saw with his wife he literally left he zenin clan to be with her, to start a new life!!!! and y’all out her saying he’d only want someone for sex!??!?

Toji needs someone that is a bit clingy and talkative but still knows when to give him space.

Someone who doesn’t mind him not talking so much and let him just listen to them talking about anything.

It would take him so long to let his guard down around them and i see him being so scared to get attached then loose them

He would like a person that can take care of him and themselves someone that’ll give him a place to truly belong.

A/n: This is just my opinion so if you don’t lien it then i’m okay with that just please don’t ignore a characters good writing just because they’re hot it annoys the shit out of me

#jjk x reader #jjk #jjk gojo #jjk fanfic #jjk headcanons #jjk spoilers #jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru #toji fushiguro #nanami kento

[simping-for-joe]

Hi! I saw you're taking requests, this might be little long one. I've been sending this request to some writers but I guess they're busy or don't like the idea.

I don't see shit like this anymore but brother's bestfriend Leon?

It can either be re4 Leon or re2 Leon, whatever you want! So basically there's age gap, a lil bit enemies to lovers and brother's bestfriend. If I could write, I'll definitely write this. So reader hates Leon, she thinks he's a fuckboy, but he's not, sure he's been with a few women but he's a cutie patootie who respects women. As for Leon, he's irritated with her because of her attitude towards him.

Maybe inexperienced reader too? Yes, she's had lots of boyfriends, but she's a daddy's girl, daddy taught her that men are the worst and that she should never chase them. She hates it when boys date her for her looks, body, etc. She wants to lose it to the one, ifykwm. Maybe if you can, include brother's reaction to them? (Not in the act, it's uo to you)

You can change some or the whole thing if you'd like, I just want to read some brother's bestfriend Leon😭

Be Somebody to Someone

Brother's Best-friend Leon Kennedy X Inexperienced! Female! reader

Implied sexual themes (I don’t know if this is a warning since nothing happens but making out but I wanted to be safe)

You come home for your brother planning to propose to his girlfriend, You end up meeting Leon Kennedy after years your older brother's best friend who grew up with.

Y/N: Honestly, I love inexperienced reader, cause I think no matter the age Leon would be so patient and sweet with them. Also I remember brother's best friend Leon used to be everywhere and I liked it. Also I'm not a huge enemies to lovers person (expect very specific cases), but I will try my best to put some hostilely in there. Thanks for your request and I hope you enjoy!

(Title from Someone to You By BANNERS)

You grab your luggage from baggage claim. A soft sigh leaving your lips, your brother was going to propose. Yet, you had been broken up with again. The minute you talked about actual commitment your boyfriends would run off. It was frustrating, and at this point you were just tired. You walk out to see your mom and dad who smile brightly upon seeing you. You get rid of those thoughts as you smile back at them, hugging them tightly.

You watch out the window as they ask you the usual questions. "How are you?" "Any guys you want us to meet?" You reply easily to those questions. It felt a little useless since you weren't the one talking about marriage.

Your relieved when you finally arrive home. Exhaustedly you head up the stairs to your room. After unpacking you lie down in your bed and fall asleep easily.

Laughter wakes you up from your nap, you sigh but head down the stairs. However as you walk down you don't just hear just your mom and dad, no there’s two additional voices.

You walk out into the kitchen and see two people sitting with your parents, Adam, your brother and... Leon Kennedy. The most annoying guy you've had to deal with in your entire life. You could have sworn that your brother and Leon had come out of the womb tied to the hip.

"Well good morning sunshine," you're brought out of your thoughts as your dad addresses you.

"Yeah..." you give a light laugh, and a forced smile.

"Couldn't even wait for me to get home to disappear again?" Adam jokes looking to you.

"Not my fault your slow as hell." You reply annoyed, you sit next to your dad.

"Missed you too sis." Adam replies laughing lightly.

"Also last I checked your girlfriend isn't Leon." You add on, crossing your arms. To which the blonde man laughed a bit.

"Jealous your brother is dating me?" He asks with a smirk as your brother laughs.

"See mom, I've been telling you for years." You gesture to the pair.

"Oh enough from you, besides we love having Leon around." Your mother tries to argue.

"We? Who's we?" You ask, looking between your family members.

"You sure are pissy today." Adam comments to which your dad gives him a look, a warning. He groans and rolls his eyes as you lean into your dad, a smug smile on your lips.

Adam goes through the plan yet again, you and Leon have to distract June his girlfriend for the day. As much as you wanted to complain, you did want this to go well for your brother.

You liked your brother's girlfriend just fine, but you didn't know her particularly well either. However, you would try.

You waited outside by the shopping outlets, when you notice Leon walking up after looking up from your phone.

"Hey," he greets you.

"Hi," you reply awkwardly and a little tense. You brush some of your hair behind your ear thinking, and look away from him.

"Jeez, you act like we're strangers." Leon tries to joke to lighten some of the tension. "So... how have you been?" He asks, rubbing the back of his neck.

"I'm... fine..." You reply hesitantly. "Just... getting through the day." You add on with a soft sigh.

"Yeah, I hear that." He chuckles a little bit. "You still dating that guy..?" He suddenly asks.

"No, and I'm not interested back off." You reply quickly, your voice snippy.

"I'm sorry? I was just asking?" He replies confused, and his tone showing some of his annoyance with your response.

"Yeah sure, the guy famous for getting into girls pants in high school." Your reply your eyes narrowed. He scoffs and opens his mouth to defend himself.

"There you guys are!" A bright female voice interrupts whatever Leon was about to say. June smiles brightly seeing you two, both of you just push past your argument and smile at her.

You take June around the outlets, letting her pull you guys into whatever store she fancies.

As you look around a clothing store you notice Leon in the men's section and sigh softly. You walk up to him, he looks to you and raises an eyebrow.

"I-I... I just wanted to say sorry for snapping at you." You say softly to him. He's quiet for a moment but nods.

"It's alright, don't worry about it." He gives you a soft smile, and you feel your cheeks get a little warmer. Was he always this attractive? "Besides it seems like relationships are a sensitive subject for you." He notes looking back through the men's shirts.

"Yeah... it's looking pretty bleak..." You sigh out thinking about it. "I mean Adam is talking about marriage and I..." You feel a gentle hand on your shoulder.

"Hey... you'll find someone." He assures you gently, his blue eyes piercing into you. "Besides most guys will know your quite the catch." He winks at you, and your cheeks become warmer.

"You guys find anything?" June asks you, causing you to jump a bit. She quickly apologies and you laugh it off. Still, you were a little shocked by your reaction to Leon. He was attractive sure, but to you he was always just your brother's friend Leon. Now, it felt a little bit different. The blonde man looks down at his phone and then back up giving you a look from which you immediately catch on.

"I don't know about you June, but I'm really hungry." You suddenly bring up to her. Leon nodding in agreement behind you.

"Oh yeah, now that you mention it I kinda am." She replies after thinking for a moment. You and Leon manage to convince her to go to the restaurant your parents and Adam were waiting at.

Dinner was nice, and it was sweet to watch your brother propose to June afterwards. You smile watching them, but feel a little sad. Your very happy for your brother and June, but you wanted that too. It was getting harder to believe that was ever going to happen, maybe your standards were too high? Were you asking too much? You tried not to let your gloomy thoughts infect the cheerful atmosphere of your brother's proposal.

The next step apparently to your parents was to have a party celebrating such a momentous occasion. That weekend there was going to be a celebratory cook out, where family and friends would be invited. Again, somehow you ended up doing things with Leon.

"Okay... we need balloons, tablecloth, tablecloth weights and serving plates." Leon reads off the list as you both enter Party City.

"Did Adam and June mention a theme?" You ask looking at the list in his hand curiously.

"Um... I don't think so..." He says trying to think it through. "I mean... does it need a theme?" He asks you with a raise eyebrow.

"I was just checking." You defend yourself raising your arms. He nods and you head through the store together. As you walk through you stop and giggle to yourself. "Maybe we should get them a Barbie themed table cloth." You suggest laughing a bit.

"Hmm... I was thinking more... super heroes?" He suggests pointing to the other tablecloth nearby.

"Oh! You are so right that is so much better!" You say with a smile both of you laughing a bit. "My mom would kill us."

"It'd be worth it though." He replies confidently. At this point you'd just point out all the funny stuff in the store to each other, that's also how you ended up with a fuzzy tiara for June and a jester hat for Adam. When questioned why you had bought those items for a cook out, you defend both Leon and yourself by saying it was on theme.

The cook out comes, and you're stuck helping your mom and dad with food. Making pasta salad, grabbing plates for your dad to put hotdogs and hamburgers on. Friends and family greet you as you run around the backyard doing things. As your parents finally get a chance to relax, you can't seem to do the same. Someone always needing your attention or asking about how you've been. It was getting exhausting and a little overwhelming at this point.

"Hey, I need something real quick." A familiar voice suddenly says, before you know it your being pulled into the part of the backyard which was more tame. Only a few people around talking, you look to Leon a little surprised.

"You... why?" You ask, trying and failing to piece it together in your head.

"You looked overwhelmed, here. Your twenty-one now right?" He asks holding out a beer to you. You huff but grab it.

"Twenty-two." You reply a little annoyed.

"Oh no, one year off!" He jokes with a smile, and you roll you eyes. However, a smile finds a way on your lips as you take a sip from the can.

You end up sitting there talking to Leon in your secluded section of the backyard. Talking about anything that came to mind, sipping your drinks.

"Okay... so are you seeing anyone?" You suddenly ask him softly. The sun was starting to go down but the party was still alive somehow.

"No, I'm not." He replies simply.

"Wait, really?" You look to him a little in disbelief. He chuckles a little as he takes another sip.

"What? You act like that's weird."

"You? Who was like the most popular guy in high school." You bring up to him. "And slept with like every girl in your grade."

"You realize you were a freshmen then right? The rumor mill was insane then." He shakes his head thinking about it.

"So..?"

"So, I didn't sleep with anyone until I was in college and had my first girlfriend." Leon explains to you, causing you to sit back a little in shock.

"Huh..." You can only reply. Taking another sip from your can as you think on this information.

"You good?" He ask with a slight laugh. You just nod softly and sigh leaning back in your chair.

"It's crazy... how fast life goes after high school..." Your voice was in a hushed tone, it could almost be mistaken for a whisper.

"Yeah..." He replies softly looking to you as you stared at the sun setting. "Hey..." He gently places a hand your shoulder. You look to him, and feel your cheeks get warm. You don't notice as a slight pink comes to his own face. He looks away struggling to find his words as he swallows.

"Did..." His blue eyes shoot back to your face. "Did you mean what you said..?" You ask, your throat and mouth dry despite the drink in your hand. "That I'll find someone... and any guy would see me as a catch?" He just nods, saying nothing more. You move your seat closer to his, unsure of where to go from here. Still, your hand moves to his grabbing it gently. Once your hand is in his, he squeezes it. "Leon..?"

"Yes..?"

"Why did you ask if I was still dating someone?"

Silence was all that filled the air for a moment, when a sigh cuts through wind.

"As bad as it sounds... I was kinda hoping you'd say no." He says softly, you finally turn to look at him again and his blue eyes meet yours. Your cheeks were bright red as your heart skips a beat. You squeeze his hand again, your eyes looking around quickly as you lean a bit closer to him.

"I-It's okay... I was hoping the same..." You admit to him, and that was all Leon seemed to need. As he gently places a hand on your cheek and closes the space between you. Kissing you with soft and gentle lips, to which you kiss him back a smile forming on your lips. "M-my room..." You say breathlessly as your lips separate for a moment. He nods in return, maybe it was the alcohol giving you some confidence but you could feel your heart racing. You two manage to not catch anyone's attention as you head back inside and into your room.

You two in a frenzy quickly shut your door behind you as he pushes you onto the bed. You kiss him back eagerly, wrapping your arms around his neck. His hands on your hips as you two kiss, his lips eventually finding your neck.

"So beautiful..." He breaths out into your neck.

"L-Leon..." You manage to get his name out through your passion.

"Yes sweetheart?" He asks softly, his chest rising and falling quickly.

"I-I... I've never..." Your face is bright red as you look to him. His eyes widened a bit and puts two and two together.

"Oh... oh!" Leon replies as he realizes. "That's okay... we don't have to do anything... okay?"

"Okay..." You reply comforted as you embrace him again, and his strong arms wrap around you. Holding you close to him though the night, his hold gentle and soothing. He holds you like if he let you go his whole world would disappear.

When you wake up the next morning you see Leon staring at you, causing your cheeks to become bright red to which he chuckles fondly.

"So cute..." He says softly gently caressing your warm cheeks with his thumb. You smile despite your embarrassment and lean into his touch. He kisses your lips gently, both of you content in the morning sunlight peaking between your curtains.

"Hey! How come Leon's car- Holy shit!" You and Leon jump when you hear Adam's voice. You turn to see his wide eyes looking into your bedroom.

"This is why you knock!" You shout at him embarrassed, your cheeks bright red. Leon chuckles softly at how red your cheeks are, despite how warm his own face was. Adam stares at you both before he sighs pinching his nose.

"Your telling dad." Is all he says as he walks away shutting the door behind him in disbelief. You sigh out and cover your face in embarrassment. Leon chuckles gently moves your hands from your face.

"I don't regret it... how about you?" He asks you, his lips in a gentle smile. His blonde bangs falling a bit in his blue eyes.

"I don't..." You reply softly looking to him. Suddenly, your romantic life didn't look so bleak that sunny morning.

#resident evil #leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #fanfic #x reader #x female reader #some angst #inexperienced #making out #no use of y/n

[respectthepetty]

GMMTV 2024 Part 2 - Hot Tops

I did this for the first part, so I'm following up with the second part. I still have no Midnight Museum 2 or gym bros BL (why?!!!!!), and I'm excluding Ossan's Love and ReVamp since we knew those were coming, but, honestly, this list could have just been one show, and if you know me, you already know what it is . . .

#1 - The Heart Killers

I'm a JoongDunk fan first, and a human second. My troublesome tykes get to be gay and do crime, this might be a Jojo show, and they get to chill next to FirstKhao.

This isn't a gym bros BL, but somehow, I still won! Who do I look at first? Khao and Joong playing criminal brothers? Dunk being a mechanic? First being a tattoo artist? Not only am I getting a YinWar heist BL this year, but now this?! The chemistry is going to be 100%, and for this gift from the BL gods, I'm watching TWO shows on my Pride Petty Watch because I. Have. Been. Blessed.

#2 - Us

Sing was looking fine with his hair, and his body, and his presence, so for me to see him in all his beauty and still scream for him to get the fuck off my screen so I could focus on the ladies means THIS IS GONNA BE GOOD! I'm still holding petty grudges against Emi for the character she played in 609 Bedtime Story and Intern in My Heart, but the second she told her boyfriend's sister to come closer . . . *bites knuckles*

#3 - Heart that Skips a Beat

I'm shocked. I am fully invested in watching this idol love story knowing damn well I hate singing and dancing in my shows. And yet, somehow, this three-minute trailer convinced me that this wasn't just an average One Direction fanfic. No. This is about to be gold-tier fanfic storytelling. These boys aren't living in the BL bubble, but in actual this-shit-is-about-to-have-consequences-for-everyone reality. Plus, it appears to be color-coded, so bring me my idols!

Honorable Mention - Hide & Sis

Jan, drenched in blood?

Yes.

Everything Else

Talking shit about any of the others is pointless because I'm going to watch them all anyway, at least the queer ones that is, so I'm just gonna write that my beef with JittiRain, who got two shows this time around, and Krist is still as strong as ever even though Be My Favorite, which was with both of them, was a great show.

But there was a lot of pink in Sweet Tooth, Good Dentist

And I like Perth x Chimon.

So whatevs. I'll be here. Watching.

#gmmtv 2024 #the heart killers #joongdunk AND firstkhao! #us the series #heart that skips a beat #I support the girls‚ the gays‚ and the goths #and strangely‚ I'm kinda get all of those

[onceuponaoneshotfanfic]

We've Been On a Winning Streak

I'll Write Your Name Chapter 6

Roy Kent x Latina!Popstar!Reader

7.9k words

Warnings: Language, alcohol, kissing, let the pining begin...

I yawned as I padded into the kitchen, pulling a sweatshirt on. Normally, Sydney would have already pulverized my door open until I gave her attention, or, more importantly, food. This morning? Nothing but silence from the needy cat. All I could do was hope she hadn’t gone and bothered-

“Morning.”

Roy Kent was sitting on my kitchen floor, Sydney on his lap. He blinked up at me, tiredness on his face as he stroked the cat’s fur. All the memories of the night before- his song, kissing him, the pride on his face as he watched me sing ‘Nothing New’- came flooding back. All I could do was offer him a little wave before opening a cupboard to get Sydney’s breakfast.

Roy cleared his throat. “I fed your cat,” he announced when he saw me grab the canned food. “Hope that’s alright. She kept meowing and shit, so I figured…”

I replaced the can and offered him a tight smile. “Thanks, Kent.” I eyed the cat, who looked far too comfortable in the footballer’s arms. Traitor. “No wonder she’s in love with you.”

“She’s pretty cool,” he chuckled, eyes on the kitty, who was staring up at him like he was catnip. His gaze flickered back to me. “D’you need me to start taking off? I’m sure you’ve got shit to do.”

Some part of me wanted to say yes, to kick him out and have my house to myself to relax after a long night.

Instead, I shook my head and leaned on the kitchen counter.

“You hungry? I can call April and have her bring us some breakfast. She usually comes over the day after the karaoke party, just to check in.”

Roy set Sydney down and joined me at the counter. “Sounds great, sunshine.”

Ignoring the nickname that was apparently mine now, I tapped away on my phone. When it started ringing, I put it on speaker, tapping my foot as I waited for her to answer.

“Hello?” April’s voice was groggy and tired. I felt kind of bad and wondered if I’d woken her up; but she was usually an early riser, I reminded myself.

“Morning, April,” I said. Roy looked at me with raised eyebrows. “Are you coming over, babes? I was hoping you’d bring me and Kent some bagel sandwiches or something.”

She yawned in response. “Um, yeah, yeah.” Something in her voice sounded on edge, as if she was dreading something. “Let me, er, shower and, um, I’ll be there in about thirty-”

“Babe, where d’you keep your kettle?”

While I was still processing the familiar voice that came through the speaker, Roy’s eyebrows nearly flew off his face. He grabbed my hand roughly and pulled it close to his face so he could bark into the speaker, “Is that fucking Tartt?”

Oh. Oh shit. I covered my mouth with my free hand to stifle my giggle. Why was Jamie Tartt at April’s place so early in the morning? The morning after the karaoke party, where they’d been flirting all night?

As if it wasn’t completely obvious.

“Oh shit,” Jamie’s voice came through the phone. “Did I just hear Roy?” His voice was louder, as if he was closer to the phone now. “Mornin’, Coach!”

Roy rolled his eyes with a massive growl. When he caught my eye and noticed the way I was desperately fighting laughter, the corner of his mouth ticked upwards in a little smirk, the kind I was quickly becoming used to. “Yeah, it’s me,” he grumbled, still holding my hand in his. “And you better not get yourself a bagel sandwich, you’re in fucking training, pretty boy.”

I quickly said goodbye to April, struggling not to chuckle at the stammering and wavering of her voice. As soon as the call disconnected, Roy let go of my hand, as though he was just noticing that he was still gripping it gently. He hopped onto the counter, his eyes playful, the way they’d been the nights we played darts and scrabble.

“So, Tartt and April,” he hummed, shaking his head.

“Tartt and April,” I repeated with a chuckle. “Good for her, honestly. She deserves a sexy little plaything. God knows I work her hard enough.”

Roy’s eyes narrowed as he stared at me. “You really think Tartt’s sexy?” There was an edge of teasing in his voice, cut with something else I couldn’t quite put my finger on.

I shrugged, curious where this conversation was headed. “I guess. He’s a good-looking guy, you know? Talented and charming. And really cocky. Honestly, he’s the kind of guy I would normally go for.”

“What about me?”

My mouth went completely dry as I blinked at Roy and his raised eyebrows. What the fuck was he asking me? “What about you, Kent?”

He shrugged, shifting his gaze to my wandering cat. “D’you think I’m sexy?”

A scoff flew out of my mouth as I scooped Sydney up. “Do you ask your real girlfriends if they think you’re sexy?”

“Fuck no,” he snorted, reaching out to pet Syd behind her ear. “I know my real girlfriends think I’m real sexy.”

“Well then.” I smirked at him, tugging Sydney out of his reach. “Guess as your fake girlfriend, I’ll say I find you fake sexy.”

A loud laugh flew out of Roy’s mouth, filling the kitchen with a full, joyful sound. “Break my fucking heart, why don’t you?” He shook his head and moved to pull down some coffee from a cupboard; it was strange how quickly he was getting to know his way around my kitchen. “April didn’t have to bring breakfast, you know.” He shrugged. “I could’ve made something.”

“Oh, Roy Kent can cook?” I jeered.

He narrowed his eyes at me as he prepared some coffee. “Wow. First, I’m not sexy, now I can’t cook. That’s it, sunshine. Next sleepover, I’m making you dinner. Then you can eat your words and my famous risotto.”

~

Roy sighed and took a sip of his beer. He should’ve known this Jamie-April thing would find a way to bite him in the ass. Going on a double date with Tartt was most definitely not his idea of a good time, but some begging from his ‘girlfriend’ to give April the opportunity to spend time with the striker and get their own pictures taken had him sitting in a club with his arm wrapped around the beautiful popstar.

“Did you want to dance?” he asked over the music, dipping his head slightly so he could bring his lips to her ear.

She shook her head and gave his arm a little squeeze. “I’m good,” she replied. “If we were out there, April wouldn’t be able to be a dirty little dancer with Jamie. She knows I’d give her such a hard time if I saw her grinding on him.” She winked at Roy. “She’s down bad for your boy, you know that?”

Roy rolled his eyes, instinctively tugging her closer. “Do not call Tartt ‘my boy’,” he scoffed.

Her eyes were bright as she opened her mouth to reply, but was interrupted by April, hurrying over in her sparkly dress and high heels. Her expression looked less like the infatuated girl Roy and Jamie had picked up and more like the harried assistant he’d met when setting up his fake relationship.

“Apes? What’s wrong?”

April pulled the popstar to her feet and said something into her ear. He saw an eyeroll and annoyance on that pretty face, before she turned to face Roy with a pout on her lips. He stood before she even started waving him over, bringing her the drink she’d left behind and ignoring for the millionth time how good she looked in the tiny black skirt and boots she wore.

“Roy, you need to act like you’re in love with me.”

Roy furrowed his brows and cocked his head at her. “Isn’t that… the plan?” he asked stupidly.

She sighed and gave her hair a stressed little touch. “Everett’s here,” she huffed. “My Everett.”

Something tugged in Roy’s stomach at those last two words. “That ratty little wannabe rockstar you used to run around with? The prick that sucker punched that poor bloke and sent him to hospital?”

A tiny smile returned to her face. “Is Roy Kent really judging someone else’s violent tendencies? Didn’t you once fight Jamie- your own teammate- on the pitch?”

“I’m not averse to violence,” he chuckled, pleased to see her grinning again. “What I am averse to is picking a fight with someone whose back is turned.” He finished his beer with one final swig. “Seriously, sunshine. You sure know how to pick ’em.” When he saw her raised eyebrow, he wrapped an arm around her and pulled her close. “Alright, fine, doting boyfriend reporting for duty.”

He swore he saw something grateful on her face as she leaned into his touch. This was part of being a good friend, Roy decided as his thumb stroked the little peek of skin between her skirt and top, smirking a little when he felt her involuntary shiver. He wondered if maybe he could tell her the truth about Keeley… she seemed like she’d be up for some conspiring. Maybe help him make Keeley jealous, if the confident blonde was even capable of such an emotion. Or at least show his ex that Roy was still a very, very good boyfriend, maybe help her consider giving him another chance-

“Fuck, there he is,” April groaned, gritting her teeth and narrowing her eyes. Roy was amused, realizing once again that the two women were more than boss and assistant; there was a genuine, intimate friendship between them. “I can’t even look at him. I’m gonna go find Jamie and get all of us another round of drinks.”

Roy was so busy watching April storm off he almost missed the approaching ex-boyfriend. But he definitely saw the dark sparkle in the man’s eye as he approached, as well as the too-tight jeans and unbuttoned shirt the man wore. Even before the guy opened his mouth, Roy knew he was going to be an absolute prick.

“Hey, beautiful,” the man hummed, waggling his eyebrows at the woman Roy now tightened his grip on. “How’ve you been? Alright after hearing about me and Cam?” His simpering little pout had to be one of the most obnoxious things Roy had ever seen, barring anything Jamie had ever done.

She sighed and looked up at Roy, holding his gaze like an anchor. “Roycito, this is Everett,” she said simply, using what Roy assumed was supposed to be her nickname for him; there was something sweet and homey about it, he thought. He wondered if he’d have to get used to hearing it. Clearly holding back a grimace, she turned back to the singer. “Ev, this is-”

“Oh, I know who you are,” Everett interrupted with a laugh, nodding at Roy. “Only been watching you my whole life.” The smirk on his face was so fucking punchable. “I think I was just learning to walk when you retired, Kent.”

Roy was used to old man jokes. Hell, he made them himself sometimes. He didn’t always mind them, not when they came from Keeley or his sister or even Jamie. But he sure as hell minded when the joke came out of such a weaselly-looking guy- Roy couldn’t bring himself to think of this as a man- who kept sneering at the popstar on Roy’s arm.

“Oh, I get it.” Roy let out a fake little laugh, as though barely registering the joke. “You’re younger than me.” He gestured towards Everett’s unbuttoned shirt. “Is that why you haven’t grown any chest hair yet, hmm? Still waiting to hit puberty then?”

A stifled giggle hit Roy’s ears as his ‘girlfriend’ buried her face in his shoulder. He fought the urge to smile, feeling a smidge of pleasure that he’d managed to make her laugh, despite the discomfort her ex obviously brought with him. Deciding to really commit to the bit, he planted a small kiss to the top of her head while stonily holding Everett’s gaze, the way he definitely would be doing if he was trying to stake his claim on her.

“Heard that new song of yours.”

Roy bit back a groan; could this guy really not take a fucking hint?

Her voice was patient. “It felt good to finally release it.” She cleared her throat. “Roy here liked it, didn’t you, babe?”

Before Roy could gush about how brilliant he thought it was- not a single fucking lie on that front- the skinny prick opened his mouth. “Guess you’ve run out of ideas, hmm? Releasing something you wrote almost a decade ago instead of something new?”

It was a good thing Roy’s hands were occupied, because he wanted to knock this guy’s lights out. Fucking really? The woman shares this personal, vulnerable song, something she’d apparently been mulling over and returning to for years, and that was what he had to say about it?

Once again, Roy marveled at her choice in men.

“I thought it was fucking brilliant,” Roy growled through gritted teeth. He’d have to apologize later for the nail marks he was probably leaving on her waist. “Probably one of the best songs I’ve ever heard, actually.” He cocked his head at the rockstar. “I’m sorry man, I can’t think of a single song of yours. Something whiny and shitty I assume?”

Everett puffed out his chest, surprisingly confident for a guy half Roy’s size. Annoyed by the mere sight of that this guy’s face, with his weak attempt at a mustache and the bags under his eyes, Roy let go of his ‘girlfriend’, ready to come to blows; maybe he was too old for this shit, fighting in a club over a girl, but he was also too old to let anyone insult the people he cared about.

And yeah, he admitted, he kind of cared about her.

Instantly, her hand was on his shoulder. “Roycito,” she said in a quiet voice with raised eyebrows. “Come on. Let’s go find April and Jamie.” She slid her hand down his arm until her fingers intertwined with his. Her eyes found the skinny rockstar, nothing but ice behind her gaze. “Tell Cam I said hello,” she said coolly. She turned and walked in the direction April had disappeared in, not letting go of Roy’s hand or looking back at the rockstar that Roy noted was definitely still watching her.

Still holding hands, the two of them maneuvered through the club and to a dark side exit. Roy allowed himself to be led out of the club into a tiny, surprisingly clean alley, the kind of spot a younger Roy Kent would definitely have taken a pretty girl like her for some heavy kissing and dirty whispering before inviting her to continue things at his place. Instead, he gulped a little as she whirled around on Roy, gazing up at him expectantly. The look on her face let Roy know that she was waiting for him to speak first.

“I could’ve taken him,” Roy grumbled, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. “Probably be good for the prick, a little vacation to hospital, some time to reflect on how to not be a piece of shit.”

She was clearly fighting the urge to laugh as she shook her head at Roy. “And then you would’ve been in the papers for fighting my ex in a club, and I’d be back to square one trying to find a new fake boyfriend.” She gave Roy’s hand a playful squeeze. “He’s not worth it, Kent.”

Her words had Roy frowning harshly. “Then why’d you date him?” he blurted out without thinking. “Why the fuck would you put energy into someone who’s ‘not worth it’?”

He regretted his judgmental words almost instantly when he saw the way her face fell and turned thoughtful. He’d meant to insult Everett, not her. But he could tell she was taking his words to heart as she finally opened her mouth, eyes on the sidewalk instead of Roy. “Because the guys that are worth it,” she said slowly, “never seem to think I’m worth it.” She nodded, more to herself, meeting his gaze again. “And guys like that-” She gestured back towards the club. “-tend to be the ones I’m left with.”

Before he could consider his words, Roy spoke softly. “I can’t imagine any fella not thinking you’re worth everything.”

Time froze in that little alleyway as she gazed at him, her hair all haloed by the light above them and her eyes reflecting his own. Roy was suddenly incredibly aware of how close she stood to him, how tightly she held his hand, how badly he wished he could make her feel better, back to the laughter they’d shared before her ex interrupted their evening.

How blurry all the lines were becoming.

“Well,” she finally said, a soft chuckle slipping past her lips. “Maybe when this is all over, you can help me find one of those fellas.” She gave Roy’s hand another little squeeze. “That’s what friends are for, right, Roycito?”

Something tugged in Roy’s chest, the same tugging that he felt when Jamie expressed interest in the popstar, the same tugging he felt seeing her ex in the club. He didn’t know what it came from, or what the fuck it meant, but he knew this probably wouldn’t be the last time he felt it.

But instead of dwelling on figuring out what it was, Roy cleared his throat and offered what he hoped was a friendly grin. “Yeah, sunshine. That’s what friends are for.”

~

Roy stared at me with wide eyes when he opened the door and found me on his porch. “You… didn’t get my text.”

“Hello to you too, Kent,” I chuckled, brushing past him as I walked into the house. “What text?”

“OH. MY. GOSH!!”

On Roy’s living room couch sat a now screaming and bouncing little blonde. I recognized her from the photos I’d seen on previous visits to Roy’s house, as well as the lockscreen on his phone. While I had a ton of nephews and nieces to keep track of, assuring Roy that he didn’t need to learn their names until he met them later that summer, he only had one sweet little human to remember: Phoebe.

Phoebe, who was now sprinting over to me with a smile so large I was surprised it didn’t bounce off her face. “You’re here!” she shrieked, bouncing on her toes. “Uncle Roy, she’s-”

“You want some water?” Roy asked me pointedly, eyes shifting towards the little girl. “Pheebs can get you a glass.”

Taking the hint, I cleared my throat and nodded. “Oh, yes, that would be great.” I offered what I hoped was my kindest smile. “Thank you so much, Phoebe.”

She looked as though God himself had spoken to her. “She knows my name,” she murmured, turning towards the kitchen in a little daze.

Immediately Roy whirled around on me. “Her mum got called into work,” he whispered quickly. “She’s with me for the night.” He glanced towards the kitchen; we could hear her rummaging around for a glass. “I… hadn’t planned on introducing you two,” he admitted. “So I had texted you asking about canceling tonight.”

My mouth was dry. Meeting each other’s friends, coworkers, and exes was one thing. But we hadn’t exactly discussed our families. Families weren’t supposed to happen, at least not until my niece’s quince. And by that time, we’d have had ample opportunity to discuss how it would go, plus the attention would be on the birthday girl rather than us. We were absolutely not ready for this.

“I can go.” It was the proper thing to offer. The right thing.

Roy held my gaze steadily, the gears in his head clearly spinning. Finally, he sighed and waved me into the house. “It’s too late now,” he chuckled wryly. “Your little fan already saw you. She’d murder me in my sleep if she found out I let you leave.” He shrugged as he led me to the couch. “Already bought everything for that risotto I promised you anyway,” he added as Phoebe padded in, holding up a glass of water like it was a sacred object.

“Thanks, Phoebe,” I said with a wink to the little girl, immediately reminded of my own nieces. “Hope it’s alright if I hang out with you and your uncle Roy tonight. I heard he’s making risotto for dinner.”

Her squeal could wake the dead. “Really? That’s perfect. We can watch a movie, Uncle Roy said we could watch the old Freaky Friday.”

I cocked an eyebrow at Roy, whose eyes sparkled ever so slightly as he took in the joy and excitement on his niece’s face. “Freaky Friday, huh?” I grinned. “I love Jodie Foster.”

Phoebe’s face wrinkled in confusion. “No, the old one. With Lindsay Lohan.”

A snort flew out of Roy’s mouth when he saw the way my face paled. “Welcome to being old,” he teased, shooting me a wink. “I’ll be sure to order you a walker and a hearing aid. Should make your concerts loads of fun.”

“Don’t you have risotto to make?”

Within a half hour, the three of us were comfortable on Roy’s couch, risotto in hand and Lindsay Lohan on the television. Phoebe sat between us, that big smile never leaving her face. She kept glancing up at me, as if she wanted to say something, but then she’d glance at Roy and then direct her attention back to the movie.

Finally, about halfway through the movie, words came out of her mouth. “Are you and Uncle Roy really dating?”

I nearly choked on my risotto. Those little eyes were gazing up at me with pure curiosity, begging me to answer the question. I looked over her head at Roy, who was staring at me with the tiniest smirk on his face, clearly nothing short of amused.

This was his niece. Why was I answering her question?

“Did your uncle Roy tell you that?” I asked slowly.

Phoebe shook her head. “My friends at school were talking about it,” she explained simply. “They’ve all been asking if it’s true and if I’ve gotten to meet you yet.” She turned to Roy. “Am I allowed to tell them we had dinner together?”

Roy nodded at me as he swallowed a bite of the ice cream we’d all grabbed after dinner. “Up to her.”

Immediately, Phoebe whirled back to me. “Sure,” I chuckled. What else was I supposed to say to those wide eyes and that chocolate-covered smile?

As soon as the movie ended, Phoebe had the remote in her hands and was queuing up another one. “Can we watch Parent Trap now?”

“It’s getting late,” I murmured, my eyes flickering to Roy. “I should be heading home.”

“You can sleep over.” Phoebe’s face was bright with excitement. “And Uncle Roy can make us pancakes in the morning!”

I blinked at Roy, who did not seem at all concerned about this idea. “Oh, well-”

“You can stay.” Roy shrugged casually. “I don’t mind.”

Clearly we were not at the point in our friendship where we could read each other’s minds yet. “Phoebe,” I said slowly, “could you go get me some more water?” The little girl scurried out with my glass, leaving me with her uncle. “I assume Phoebe sleeps in the guest room when she spends the night?”

Roy nodded. “Yeah, of-” Realization finally hit that bearded face. “Oh.” He nodded. “Fuck. Right.” He shook his head. “Sorry, I didn’t even think about that.” He scrunched his face for a moment. “You can stay,” he repeated softly. “In my room. I’ll… I’ll sleep on the floor.” He shrugged, looking up at me again. “For the job, right?”

Something in my stomach tightened at the idea of sleeping in Roy Kent’s bed. But still, I swallowed hard and nodded. “You don’t have to sleep on the floor, Kent.” His eyebrows flew up. “I mean, your knees are already messed up. Would hate to ruin your back too. Besides-” I spoke quickly as Phoebe’s footsteps approached. “-we’re adults. We can manage ourselves.”

Neither of us said another word about the matter as we settled back in for the second movie. Somewhere in the middle, Phoebe fell asleep, her head pressed against my shoulder. When Roy caught sight of his niece, he immediately cleared his throat.

“Sorry about that,” he whispered as he moved to scoop her into his arms.

I quickly shook my head and helped him gather her sleeping form. “It’s fine,” I assured him. “Want some help tucking her in?”

Roy nodded and gestured for me to follow him to the guest room, the room I’d slept in a couple times now. I quickly tugged back the blankets so Roy could lay Phoebe down on the mattress and pull them back over her. I lingered by the door, watching him make sure she was snugly in bed. When he leaned down to press a kiss to her forehead, my mind wondered about later in the summer, when he’d come with me to California. How would he be with my nieces and nephews? The boys would flip out over him, that was for sure. But wow, Roy Kent had a gentleness with Phoebe that I didn’t expect. Would he be this sweet with my nieces? I rarely introduced men to my family, and on the couple occasions I did, they didn’t interact much with my nieces and nephews. Roy would be a nice change of pace-

What the fuck? I took a step back, tearing my eyes away from the sight of Roy Kent making sure a night light was plugged in near the bed. Nope, nope. Roy would be civil and polite, maybe a little friendly with my family, but that was it. Anything more would just be confusing for them when the ‘relationship’ ended.

And we didn’t want to confuse anyone, right?

Once the guest room light was off, Roy nodded to me. “I’ll grab your bag.” He backtracked to the living room and picked up the overnight bag I’d brought, the one I usually took straight to the guest room. Instead, Roy carried it to his bedroom while I followed at a small distance.

On the few times I’d been over, Roy’s bedroom door had remained firmly shut. Now, I walked in, trying not to stare at his neatly made bed, the bed I’d be sleeping in, next to Roy. Instead, I focused on his dresser, his nightstand, his laundry basket, literally anything but the bed.

At least Roy looked just as uncomfortable as he handed me my bag. “You can change in the bathroom,” he mumbled, nodding to another closed door.

“Thanks.”

It felt way too soon when I came out and stood next to his bed, pretending not to notice the way he glanced at my bare legs. We both silently climbed into the bed, taking care not to move around too much or get too close to one another. After a pair of rushed “good nights”, we turned our backs to each other and remained silent until sleep claimed us.

I expected awkwardness. I expected silence and not being able to make eye contact.

But I didn’t expect Roy’s arm to be so warm wrapped around me in the morning.

My back was still to him, the way I’d laid the night before, but he had shifted during the night into a spooning position. And I’d apparently allowed myself to scooch back into his embrace, resting my arm on top of his.

Before I could figure out the least perceptible way to remove myself from his grip, Roy stirred, waking slowly at first, but quickly realizing the position we were in.

“Sorry,” he mumbled, removing his arm and taking his warmth with him. He sat up, rubbing his tired face with his hand. “I didn’t- I mean-”

“It’s cool,” I assured him, tightening the blankets around myself. “Don’t worry about it.”

Roy nodded absently, staring down at me for a moment. “I…” He cleared his throat and shook his head. “Pheebs is probably waking up,” he murmured, as though that was what he meant to say in the first place. “I’ll go make some pancakes.” He climbed out of bed, shaking his head, reminding me of my grandmother’s dog. “You can, uh, get dressed in here. Come out when you’re ready.” With an absent little nod, he was gone.

I laid in bed- his bed- and stared up at the ceiling. Why was my heart pounding so fast? And why was my stomach in knots? And why couldn’t I stop picturing Roy, all tender with his little niece? Why couldn’t I stop imagining the way his arms felt wrapped around me, on our dates, when he kissed me, when I woke up-

“Shit,” I groaned, grabbing one of his pillows and smothering my face with it.

Was I falling for Roy fucking Kent?

~

Roy sat on his couch, staring at the television but not really noticing the show that played on the screen. His mind was at Nelson Road, running through his lineup and plays and everything he knew about the team they’d be facing the next day. They’d had a good season, he reminded himself. Jamie and Sam were at the top of their game, and the rest of the fellas followed their lead. They were going to win, he assured himself with an absent nod. Surely, they’d win. With tomorrow’s victory they’d win the whole fucking thing.

His mobile vibrated next to him, interrupting his racing thoughts. Sunshine, the screen read. He smirked to himself, remembering when she’d grabbed his phone and changed her contact name after taking a selfie together at the Crown and Anchor, the selfie that was now her contact photo. Something in him liked seeing it light up his phone.

“Hey,” he greeted, his voice soft and gruff.

“Kent,” she hummed. “What’re you up to? Relaxing before tomorrow’s game?”

He slouched onto his couch, realizing he’d spent the last hour with a reality show playing on his screen while he paid zero attention to it. “Something like that. Yourself?”

Sydney meowed somewhere in the background. “Resting up before tomorrow’s celebrations.” Her voice was light and teasing; Roy could practically see her smile. “I’ve been partying with you Greyhounds for weeks. I can only imagine how wild you’ll all be after the big win.”

“Assuming we win,” Roy grunted.

“You’re going to win, Roycito.”

That little name brought a wide smile to his face; he wondered if she was picturing it. “You sound pretty fucking confident for someone who still calls it ‘soccer’, sunshine,” he teased.

Her twinkling laughter rang in his ear. “I’ve been watching you guys for weeks, remember? The guys are incredible, even I can see that. And I don’t know much, but from what I hear you’re a pretty amazing coach.” Her voice was gentle as she spoke. “I believe in you, Roy.”

Those five words were still flittering in Roy’s mind the next day, for the ninety minutes his team ran themselves ragged on the pitch. His voice was nearly hoarse from the nonstop shouting he’d been doing, and his eyes hurt from scarcely blinking. And fuck, his knee was starting to kill him, but he refused to sit for even a second.

But the moment the referee blew his final whistle, it was all worth it. He jumped around the pitch with his team, knee be damned, surrounded by the shouts and cheers of their ever-loyal fans. After hoisting the trophy in the air and watching the Greyhounds pass it around, Roy found himself back on the ground, wondering where Keeley had gotten to. Surely, she’d want to congratulate him, he thought. Surely-

“Roycito!”

His heart stopped for a second, seeing the most famous popstar in the world jogging towards him, confetti in her hair and a smile on her face. She threw her arms around him and pressed close to him, engulfing him in the now-familiar scent of her fruity perfume. He squeezed her tight, chuckling at the feeling of her custom Greyhounds jacket, the one with the giant number six on the back. She’d been excited to show it to him, sending him photos the moment it arrived. He had to admit- it looked damn good on her.

Knowing that there were cameras everywhere, many of them trained on him and the woman in his arms, Roy cradled her face in his hands and pulled her towards him, pressing his lips to hers gently. She smiled into the kiss, so sweetly he almost believed it. She tasted like the beer she’d probably been drinking all game long and felt so warm pressed against him. For a moment, he forgot all about the cameras, the cheers, everything but her and her taste and her smiles.

Fuck, he thought as her tongue flickered for a brief moment against his lips. If Roy wasn’t careful, he might actually start believing that this was love.

~

~

The club was pulsating with music and people dancing and drinking. Roy’s arm was loose and casual around my shoulder as we entered the party. He was clearly on cloud nine, walking lighter than I’d ever seen him. We were greeted with shouts and cheers from the Greyhounds who spotted us, who’d clearly already begun drinking. Someone shoved a shot in my hand; when I glanced over, I saw Roy had one too.

With a wide grin, the kind I didn’t know Roy could have, he tapped his little glass to mine and downed the alcohol. Unable to contain my own smile, I followed suit, shivering a little as the tequila slid down my throat.

After a few dances together, I found myself sitting in a little corner with Roy, who looked incredibly relaxed as he sipped yet another drink. He smiled at me, a little sloppy with his crooked smile and dreamy look in his eyes, and chuckled at nothing in particular.

Fuck, he was doing nothing to help this stupid little crush.

Maybe it was the alcohol in my system, or maybe it was my way of distracting myself from how damn good the man looked, but I couldn’t help the way my mouth opened and I blurted out, “Hey Kent, I’m sorry you have to spend tonight with me.”

His face was almost cartoonishly confused. “The fuck are you on about?” he scoffed, leaning forward, resting his elbows on his knees as his eyes bore into mine.

“I mean…” I shook my head. “This is a big night for you, you know? And instead of spending it with- with a real girlfriend, or someone special, you’re spending it pretending with me. It must… kind of suck. Not getting to celebrate with someone who matters to you.”

Roy frowned, thinking for a moment before opening his mouth and speaking slowly. “I’m fucking glad you’re here,” he said plainly. “You and I… we’re friends. Real friends, I think. And that means you matter to me.” He placed a hand on my knee and gave the tiniest squeeze. “So, I am celebrating with someone who matters to me. Alright?”

Thankfully, the dark lighting hid what I was sure was a furious blush. “Alright,” I conceded. “For what it’s worth, you matter to me too, Kent.” I covered his hand with mine. “I’m glad we’re friends.”

“Me too, sunshine.” He planted a kiss on my cheek. “Me too.”

~

Roy couldn’t believe how fucking happy he was. He was on top of the world, taking shots with his team, wearing these stupid matching tracksuits Keeley insisted on ordering for them, dancing with a beautiful singer. It felt like nothing could touch him; his knee could fall off for all he cared, and the next season felt ages and ages away. Hell, even the fact that there were cameras all over the place didn’t bother him. It was probably the alcohol, but for the first time he didn’t feel like he was putting any effort into the PDA he was expected to partake in. He pulled her close for dances, kissed her forehead freely, kept giving her what he was sure was the stupidest smile. And it just. Felt. Natural.

He sat with his arm around her, laughing and rolling his eyes at something stupid Jamie was saying. He snuck a glance at her, taking in the sight of her throwing her head back as giggles tumbled out of her mouth, a sight he was finding he really enjoyed.

“You two’re adorable,” Jamie slurred, shaking his head at the pair. “Seriously, don’t know the last time I saw Grandad this happy.”

Those bright eyes sparkled at Roy. “Roycito, are you happy?” she purred, peppering kisses on his warm face. Her laughter twinkled in his ear. “Shit, got some of my lipstick on you.” She reached up to wipe his cheek, but he caught her wrist.

Not knowing quite what came over him- probably the alcohol, he reasoned- he offered her his most flirtatious smirk, the one he hadn’t worn in a long fucking time. “Why don’t you add some more, sunshine?”

It was almost invisible, the way her smile faltered. For a moment, Roy sobered up, wondering if he’d gone too far, flirted too hard. But the tiny, almost imperceptible waver in her bravado quickly faded, giving way to a coy smile and batting eyelashes. “Anything for my champion.” She returned to his cheek, leaving a trail of kisses down his bearded face.

“Alright,” Jamie groaned, standing up with a slap to his thighs. “’m done being a third wheel. Gonna go find April before you two decide to put on a live sex show, ya perverts.”

Neither one of them acknowledged Jamie’s departure. Instead, she giggled in Roy’s ear as he tried not to react to how admittedly good her lips felt against his skin. After a couple firm kisses to his jaw, she pulled back, laughter tumbling past her now smudged lips.

“You’re a fucking mess,” she declared. She pulled out her phone and turned on the camera, pulling him close to show him her handiwork. Sure enough, his face was covered in her lipstick kisses. If he didn’t know any better, he’d be incredibly turned on by the idea of being marked up so brazenly. As he tried to hold back laughter, she made a silly little face and snapped a couple of pictures. Roy made a mental note to ask her to send them to him later.

They had fun together, Roy thought as he watched her giggle at the photos. And not just while drinking and taking selfies, either. Even just sitting in parks reading side by side made Roy feel… happy. Fucking content. Maybe they could try hanging out like normal people now that the season was over. No tweets or Instagram posts, no paparazzi, just two friends, enjoying each other’s company. Surely, she’d say yes, right? She agreed, they were friends now. Friends who spent the night at each other’s houses and covered each other’s faces with kisses and pretended to be in love, but friends nonetheless.

“You better post that.” Keeley plopped down beside him, smiling at the popstar. “Fucking adorable and hot. And it looks candid.” She winked at Roy. “You two’re doing a great job.”

Job. For some reason, that word hit Roy like a punch to the gut. Right, this was a job. They were going through this whole charade- because that’s what this was, a charade- for their careers. Sure, they were making the best of it by enjoying each other’s company, but at the end of the day, he needed to remember that this was work. That in a few months, they’d part ways and… what? Never speak again? Remain distant friends? Watch each other move on to real relationships? He wasn’t sure why the idea left him with a dry mouth and a twisted stomach.

Deciding he needed to shake that feeling out of himself, he gazed at Keeley, who was still grinning at him. Fuck, she looked happy, her hair wild and her face flushed from all the drinking, that Greyhounds tracksuit hugging her the way Roy wished he could. What the fuck did Keeley think when she looked at him? Did she feel the same pang, the same wistfulness? Did she see nothing but something she was glad to be done with? Or, fuck, something she wished she’d never done at all?

Keeley’s smile faltered as she glanced behind him, at the popstar who probably wasn’t used to being ignored. “You two should dance,” she suggested, nodding to the singer. “Be real cute, yeah?”

Fuck. He was so damn obvious, it was embarrassing. “Right, yeah.” Roy turned to the singer, who quickly dropped the frown she had been wearing. “Want to dance, sunshine?”

She plastered on that smile- not the cute, natural one she often wore when they hung out, but that too big, bright one that he saw when the paparazzi were around. If something was wrong, she sure as hell wasn’t talking about it. At least not with Roy.

“Let’s go, Kent,” she said flatly. “Publicist’s orders.”

No matter how silly Roy tried to be on the dancefloor, he couldn’t quite bring back her real smile. And for some reason, it was fucking killing him. After a couple of songs passed without much change, Roy felt tired of seeing this mask she wore. He excused himself and made his way over to the DJ, mumbled a few words over the music, and returned to a curious-looking popstar. At least curiosity was better than the fake smiles.

“You make a request?”

Roy shrugged, tugging her back to himself. “My guilty pleasure song,” he answered. “Whenever Phoebe plays it, i get it stuck in my head for fucking days.”

She scrunched her nose at him as she tilted her head. “What song-”

When a twangy pop tune blasted and filled the club, she threw her head back and rolled her eyes, laughter spilling from her lips.

“Kent. You fucking didn’t.”

 You're on the phone with your girlfriend, she's upsetShe's going off about something that you said'Cause she doesn't get your humor like I do

“What can I say?” Roy chuckled. “I fucking love this song.”

Whatever negativity she seemed to be feeling dissipated, giving way to soft giggles as she danced close to Roy. He couldn't help the way he gripped her hips and sang along to the song his niece frequently requested in the car; he knew every fucking word. However many times he’d heard it, he never in a million years imagined he’d be here, holding its singer close and drunkenly shouting the lyrics at each other.

And he especially never imagined he’d like it so damn much.

~

~

For the second time in the past few weeks, I sat on Keeley Jones’s couch with sunglasses on my face and coffee in my hands. This time, however, I didn’t feel an ounce of regret. Instead, I relished the fact that Roy looked as miserable as I felt after a night of drinking and dancing and celebrating with the Greyhounds. He slouched beside me as Keeley yammered on about how we’d trended on social media during and after the match, with videos and photos of us floating around on every major platform. As she gushed over a particular clip of Roy and me dancing at the team celebration, he reached over and took my coffee, helping himself to a generous gulp before slipping it back into my hand with ease.

It was scary how natural it felt.

“Now, it wasn’t all positive,” Lanie interjected. Always the optimist, my publicist. “There were of course some people that were all over that photo of Roy and Keeley-”

“The photo I took and posted,” I snorted.

Roy nudged me. “Not jealous, are you, sunshine?”

I smirked back. “You wish, Kent.”

Before he could open his mouth and retort, Keeley snapped her fingers. “Oi. There’s also the little issue of people thinking this whole thing is a PR stunt.”

“It is a PR stunt,” Roy and I said in unison.

A playful snort flew out of Lanie’s nose. “Spending enough time together, you two?” She shook her head and turned her attention back to her tablet. “Now, obviously, we know this is PR. But we need everyone else to believe this thing is the real deal.” She paused, biting her lip. “Now that Roy’s season is over, we’d like to see you two go on holiday together. Something cute, somewhere you could take lots of photos. Preferably somewhere you could be seen.”

Roy raised his eyebrows at me. “You’ve got somewhere tropical and fabulous in mind, I assume?”

I shook my head. “You pick, Kent,” I urged. “You had a long season, you just won your championship, you deserve this.” I shrugged. “Just tell me where we’re going so I know what to pack.”

A look passed between Roy and Keeley, something unreadable that made me blush and look away. Finally, Roy cleared his throat and nodded at me, a ghost of a smile on his face.

“Yeah, thanks.”

Doing my best to not stare at that little smile, reminding myself that I had no reason or excuse to kiss him in Keeley’s office in front of our publicists, I turned back to Lanie and cleared my throat. “Alright, so vacation together. What else?” I smirked. “Want me to write him an album or something?”

Instead of chuckling along like Lanie and Roy did, Keeley perked up, eyes bright and mouth wide. “That’s an amazing idea, babes!” she declared.

In an instant, Roy’s brows were furrowed. “You’re fucking joking. You can’t possibly ask her to write an album- that’s insane-”

“She doesn’t have to write one for real,��� Keeley quickly clarified. “At least, not a new one.” She turned back to me. “You don’t release every song you write, I assume? Some of them stay in, like, a vault of some kind?” When I nodded tentatively, she went on, “You could take some of those songs, rework them, play with them a bit, and bam, one love album dedicated to Mister Roy Kent, proof of your undying love for him.”

Before I could even comprehend what she had just proposed, Roy sat up, shaking his head. “Keeley. She doesn’t have to do that.” His mouth was in a straight line as he shifted to face me. “Your songs, they’re probably personal, about your life. You absolutely do not have to butcher them for me, for any of this.”

The look on Roy’s face had my tense shoulders relaxing. His voice was so firm and reassuring at the same time. With his fists balled and his face stony, he looked… protective. Protective of me and my work. It felt good, having a man in my corner- especially this man. I didn’t think anyone I’d dated before, at least recently, would shield me like that. A warmth bubbled in my chest, bringing a smile to my lips that I couldn’t quite bury.

“I can do it,” I assured him. Quickly reminding myself of the other people in the room, I directed my gaze to Lanie and Keeley. “Gimme some time. I’ll get a few songs recorded, and we can release it during the tour. I can make it work.”

While Keeley’s smile was wide and excited, Lanie’s expression was more guarded, her eyes scanning my face knowingly. “You’re sure?” she asked in that skeptical voice I knew too well.

Stealing one more glance at Roy, taking in the concern in his eyes, I nodded firmly. “I’m sure.”

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[libraford]

Can you insist everything be in writing? With the guide sheet mix up you can direct blame to whichever other boss gave you the "wrong" one and let them argue with each other rather than you. So at least there's a paper trail rather than having to rely on memory.

This does feel like a set up for constructive dismissal. Is there a competitor you could look at working with for next year? If they suddenly don't like your work you're not obligated to stay and be their punching bag.

So I can't work for a competitor because I signed a non-compete that says I have to be no longer under their employment for a year.

Part of the crit was in writing, but the rest of it was on the phone. And like... she said that she was taking the suggestions that I made, like putting me on more sports and more candids jobs and less in-school jobs, and having less time between training and our first job so we don't forget everything we learned. And I asked for there to be consistency in the guides and she made sure there's only one guide from now on.

But when I asked her for consistency in objectives she gave me a lot of non-answers. Like when she told me to slow down and I asked her what slowing down was meant to accomplish when speed and accuracy was the goal and she said that I just need to be slowing down because I was leaving hours ahead of schedule. And I said I thought that was a good thing, and she didn't give me an answer.

Like that shit was not in writing.

[tibby]

i think it's partly bc of rerecording her albums and having fans love the vault tracks that she now feels she cant leave anything on the cutting room floor just in case

i definitely think that's part of it, but - and i say this as someone who likes a majority of the vault tracks - i think it was a good thing that they were initially left on the cutting room floor. including them originally would have detracted from what the albums were trying to say.

speak now and 1989 are the best examples of this. the point of speak now was two things: taylor wanting to prove she could do it on her own, and each song referencing a specific person or scenario. with the exception of when emma falls in love (the weakest of the lot imo) and castles crumbling (which has a feature), the SNTV vault tracks are more...vague in who/what they're about. and sure, if they'd been released on the original album with the secret messages we might have more context, but that isn't something we can say for certain. speak now is the only album that's about multiple people and we can pinpoint who or what each song is referencing (except maybe sparks fly which was included for the fans, and haunted but that could be because i've never cared enough to investigate if it's about john or joe).

as for 1989, i think the vault tracks are definitely stronger than some of the songs that made the cut (as much as i love WTNY and HYGTG, they're not her best work), but i don't think they would have fit into the story she was trying to tell. whether taylor successfully made an album that is about independence and not love is up for debate, but she claims that was her intention. IION and say don't go aren't great fits for that story, especially since it was one she was trying to tell within the secret messages.

i think red's biggest problem is that it was already too long of an album (which is also part of speak now's problem). i think the red vault tracks fit the theme of all the varying degrees of love, but red TV clocks out at over two hours. it's possible that forever winter in particular was too raw a song to release at the time (has she played it live yet? i haven't kept up with eras tour that much).

and while i love the fearless vault tracks, i do wonder if including them would have earned it less acclaim. they're good songs, but fearless is by far her most polished album imo. even the deluxe tracks, which i also adore, kinda take away from how well rounded the standard album is. it's very possible it's only capped at 13 tracks because cds back then could only hold so much, but i also think that it was a better decision for the marketing of the album itself.

but now, with ttpd and the eight million versions of midnights, it's harder to find the good shit because it's surrounded by so much filler. and yeah, part of it is that some of the songs on those albums are just...not good (bejeweled my deepest enemy), but i think a culling would have greatly benefitted them. ESPECIALLY with ttpd. taylor's always been songwriter who releases stuff that could be diary entries, but at least before it was like...you at least edited this. now it just seems like we're getting every single journal entry as is. and it's tiring. 31 songs is too much. hell, 16 songs for lover was too much.

ultimately i think it comes down to the fact that she no longer gets any push back from the people she works with, and fans are both willing to accept quantity over quality and (for many swifties, but not all) there's just a refusal to criticise her work at all. and i think taylor's desire to constantly release new content (which i think is a combination of a constant need for relevancy combined with the fact she's always writing) combined with being surrounded by yes men and adoring fans is impacting her work negatively. which has been the case since lover if not earlier, but i think midnights/ttpd are her most glaring examples of it.

anyway lmao sorry this got long. sorry for never being on here and then finally showing up to have opinions about taylor swift. do you guys still think i'm hot.

#ask #anonymous

[hockeyboysimagines]

hi!! Can you do romance prompt for Arber #9 “However many years we have left, I want to spend them all with you.”

you write him so sweet🥹thanks in advance I can’t wait to read it!

Thanks for this anon! Enjoy🤍

“Hey babe? What do you want for your birthday this year?” Arber asked from behind the laptop. You would be turning 20 next month, thankfully on a weekend free of games and practices. It gave him a free and open 4 days to cram everything celebratory he could think of for his favorite girl. You deserved it and now that he knew how unserious you thought of your birthday, he wasn’t going to let you get away easy. He’s gasped and nearly had a hissy when he found out you didn’t celebrate and hadn’t for a long time, scoffing at the suggestion that you continue with that theme. “Uh. No.” He said holding up a hand to silence you “We’re celebrating your birthday.”

“Nothing.”

He rolled his eyes and shook his head “Come on. Don’t be like that. I can’t take you out at midnight, so you have to let me get you something or throw a party.”

You leaned around the doorframe from where you were folding laundry to smile mischievously “Even if I was old enough, you would take me out where? You barely make it past 8pm every night.”

You weren’t wrong.

It wasn’t uncommon for Arber to suggest watching a movie only for him to asleep within the first ten minutes of it. He still glared at you either way. You were always giving him shit for the gap between your ages, though it wasn’t huge. Arber however felt most days like he was 80 years old, and being held together with screws and tape. So while he was only 4 years older, the constant beating his body took made the gap seem wider.

“What are you saying?” He turned completely around.

“I’m saying there’s no way you’d be able to party till all hours. Midnight is way past your bedtime.”

His mouth fell open “What did you just say to me?”

“You heard me. Old man.”

You immediately regretted it because the ‘Old Man’ in question was out of his chair and across the room before you even had time to scream. In one swoop he had you airborne and then on the bed with a squeal with an “OOF.” As you landed and bounced.

“Take it back.” He said fingers digging in to your sides.

You screeched and started to kick“Never.”

An all out wrestling war had started and you were losing until you heard a loud crack.

He shot straight up eyes squeezing shut “Oh Jesus!” He yelled, chuckling as he held his lower back.

“Careful grandpa.” You gasped out as you started laughing “You don’t wanna slip a disk.”

“You-“ but you had already slid out from under him and made to run before he caught you again and pulled you down on top of him.

“Okay okay you win. You win. Oh god, I think I threw my back out.”

You started laughing and took a deep breath attempting to untangle yourself and sit upright to straddle him “So when you kick it are you gonna leave me all your stuff?”

He made a face and closed his eyes “You say the sweetest things to me.”

You gave a little giggle and reached a hand forward to rub his shoulders. He closed his eyes and groaned head falling to the side “Oh my gosh that feels fucking phenomenal.”

“Your pretty beat up here.” You said tracing a finger over the scar from his shoulder operation and the scattered bruises from the game yesterday “How many good years do you think you have left?” He smiled and let out a low chuckle, eyes still closed and rested a hand on either side of your hips.

“However many years I have left, I want to spend them all with you.” A bunch of tiny butterflies started flitting around in your stomach and you smiled very slowly as he peeked at you out of one eye “Pretty smooth eh?”

“For a guy who’s almost halfway to 50 it wasn’t bad.”

He gave your hips a squeeze “Just promise me one thing. If there’s ever a time when I can’t get it up put me out of my misery.”

You gave him a smack and then a kiss.

“Deal.”

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[misconceptionmistress]

Homecoming

Pairing: Hangman x female reader (first person (no use of Y/N)) Synopsis: Hangman arrives home early from a deployment to surprise you Word Count: 1.3k+ Warnings: smut (seriously this is 18+), mentions of masturbation, oral sex (f receiving), protected p in v sex (wrap it before you tap it y’all), multiple orgasms, Hangman is his own smut warning

This is a rewrite of an old story (combined with some other parts of other writings I've done as the original was never finished). I took a poll on who people wanted a homecoming romp with, and Jake was the winner. Sorry this has taken so long to get out! I did a brief proofread after finishing, so apologies for any mistakes or if this just sucks 🙃

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I woke up around 6AM thinking I heard something, but as I lay listening there was no noise out of the ordinary. I closed my eyes and tried to get comfortable again, rolling onto my side and stretching my leg out. My leg rubbed against something hard, and my eyes shot open immediately. I should have been alone in my bed, but there was a shirtless, green eyed, naval aviator lying next to me.

"Hi babe." Jake said quietly, and I threw my arms around him.

"What are you doing here? You weren't supposed to be home until tonight."

"I can leave and come back then if you'd like."

"Only if you want to die a slow and painful death." I said grumpily and he laughed, kissing me gently.

"Are you sure you didn't know I was coming home early?" He asked.

"How could I have?"

"Well, you've got a sexy nightie on," he started before lifting the sheet to look at me.

"I've been wearing it for 2 nights now," I laughed "but I will admit you have good timing."

"Why's that?" He asked and I slid the hem of my nightgown up, revealing my lacy black underwear.

"Well hellllooo." He replied, wiggling his eyebrows at me before pulling me back against him for a deeper kiss.

"Fuck, I missed you so much." I said as my leg wrapped over his hip, and I ran my hands up his abs.

"Same. I thought about you every night."

"Did you ever touch yourself while you thought about me?" I asked a little shyly.

"Almost every day." He replied and I groaned slightly.

"Shit." I said under my breath as my heartbeat picked up.

"Did you ever think about me in bed and get hot and have to take care of it cause you were so turned on you couldn't stand it?" He asked, running his hands up and down my sides.

"You always make me hot, Jake." I told him and I could feel his cock twitch against me.

"Good. It better only be me." He said, before crashing his lips into mine and rolling us over so he had me pinned beneath him.

My hips rolled against up his and we both groaned into the kiss.

"Jake, please..." I mumbled against his lips.

"Please what?" He asked, smirking down at me.

"You know what." I replied.

"You need this so bad, don't you baby?"

"I have for a month now..."

"Then let's get cracking." He grinned, shifting to pull my nightgown off me.

His gaze trailed lazily over me before he kissed down my middle, gently caressing his hands over my breasts as he made his way further down my body. His kisses teased the inside of my thighs until his mouth was pressed over the top of my panties, torturing and pleasing me at the same time.

“Jake,” I sighed, and he moved to pull my panties down my legs. He then spread my legs gently, kissing the inside of both my thighs before lowering his head to push his tongue against me.

I groaned as his tongue flicked across my clit; one of my hands finding its way into his hair, the other gripping the sheet on the bed.

“You’re incredible” he said with a moan, in between sliding his tongue through my folds and sucking gently on my clit.

He slipped a finger inside of me, curling it to press against my g spot.

“You’re almost ready to cum aren’t you baby? I can feel how wet you’re getting and you're clenching so tight on my finger.” he said as he added another finger, and I felt the coil in my stomach tighten. Jake was an expert at pretty much everything he took interest in, and he was very interested in my body and making me feel good.

"Please," I begged before breaking into another loud moan as he upped his pace.

“Cum for me, baby." he said, and I broke. One of my hands came off the pillow and to the back of his head, holding him to me as I started to come undone. My legs were shaking as he sucked on my clit and fingered me through my orgasm.

"Fuck! Jakeeeeeee," I moaned, "fuckkkkkkk."

"Good girl." He said with a smile.

As I came back down from my orgasm, he slipped his boxers off and reached for a condom in the bedside table. I took the packet from his hands, ripping it open and caressing a hand down his length before sliding the condom on.

"Ready?" He asked, rubbing the head of himself against my clit.

"Please" I whined, and he smirked before obliging.

As he slid into me fully my eyes rolled back in my head, and I cried out at the feelings rushing through me.

He started moving slowly, both of us groaning at the sensation.

"Fuck, Darlin, you're so tight."

"Oh god; go harder." I begged and he pushed in and out of me quicker.

"You always feel so good after I've been away. So tight and just like you've been waiting for me to stretch you out again." Jake said, sliding a hand down between us to play with my clit.

"Mmmm... Jake I needed this so bad."

"I know baby. Me too."

"Jake..." I gasped as he shifted his position and pushed up against my front wall, hitting me effectively and sending stars into my vision as he thrust hard repeatedly and rolled my clit between two long fingers.

“Do you think you can give me another one?” he asked.

“If you put in the work, yes.” I grinned and he smirked down at me.

“You’re asking for trouble now.” His head lowered to suck at my left nipple as his other hand came up to pay attention to the right. His hips were still snapping against mine rapidly.

"Fuck. Jake... baby..." I gasped, trying to get some air into my lungs as he assaulted me with pleasure. My legs shook from the effort of holding back but the fire was spreading rapidly across my body, and I knew it was a matter of seconds now. I quivered underneath him, clawing across and down his back as he pounded into me, and my second release shot through my body.

“Goddamn. I forgot how good it feels to be inside you when you let go like that. I almost blew at that babygirl.” He said roughly into my ear, and I laughed lightly.

“It’s your fault.”

“You’re welcome for that.” He kissed me gently as he continued to thrust softly into me.

“My turn.” I replied, wrapping my legs around his waist and taking him by surprise as I rolled us over and sat up in his lap.

“Fuck. You know I like it when you ride me baby.”

“I know. Lay back and enjoy it, Jake.”

I started to roll my hips slowly against his and watched his eyes slide closed at the feeling. I ran my hands over his abs and settled them on his chest for some leverage as I moved up and down over him.

“Shit.” He ground out, gripping my hips and thrusting up off the mattress to meet me. Our pace was becoming more frantic as he raced for the end.

“Just like that, Lieutenant.” I groaned, scratching my nails along his chest.

His thrusts grew sloppier each second, and he groaned above me as he came. He'd turned into a shaking, swearing mess and I loved knowing I was the one who made him that way. He pressed a kiss to my lips before rolling us, so we were laying on our sides as we tried to settle our breathing and heartrates.

“I’m gonna have to make sure I keep a shirt on around the squad.” He laughed, looking down at the scratch marks I left on his chest.

“You probably have some on your back, too.” I chuckled.

“What can I say, my girl’s an animal.” He grinned.

“Welcome home, Aviator.” I smiled as he leaned over to press a kiss to my lips.

#hangman #hangman smut #top gun maverick fic #top gun fanfiction #hangman fanfiction #jake seresin #jake hangman seresin #misconceptionmistress writes #smut fic #hangman x reader #first person fanfiction

[shakesthewizard]

Now I want to know some of your polycule dynamic ideas for the bad kids???

This is a dream come true, okay walk with me

Let's start out with a couple of what I would consider fundamental pairings. In most any configuration of the group you can think of, most if not all of these are gonna be necessary for me to really get invested.

Fabriz. Duh. Need I say more.

Fabadaine. It's my fucking roman empire and I WILL go on about it for another thousand words if you ask

Figadaine. Support women's wrongs! Going shopping! My girlfriend is a rockstar and we make out backstage! My girlfriend is the elven oracle and we make out twice because she has a vision of it happening first!

I've also got some pairings that are nice on their own, but that I don't find like, mandatory if you're gonna sell me on something.

GorgugxFig. She's so loudly angry to hide her fear; he's so quietly scared of his own anger. She made him join her band and he's probably the better musician. They're so nice to each other.

FigxKristen. Fall into temptation. Make out with the devil on your shoulder. She helps you kill your god. She becomes your devoted paladin. The ArchDevil of Rebellion pulls you into a cosmic war against the very divinity you were the Chosen One for.

Now as for larger groupings, things get pretty fun. There are so many to choose from. Like for example:

The Bad Boys. Like as a throuple. Think about it. You're the cool son of a famous pirate; you're already kicking ass at bloodrush; youre hot shit. A metalhead and a briefcase kid latch onto you like barnacles. This is so embarassing. Cut to a month later and you're all on a rooftop sharing a cigarette and looking at the stars. The briefcase kid kisses you, and metalhead is next in line. Briefcase kid is also your best friend, even without the insane new tension and the fact that he can dismantle your coolguy persona with seemingly no effort. He tastes like burnt coffee. Even ignoring how metalhead can crack skulls, but treats you with gentleness and even hesitation, like he's afraid you'll turn him down. As if. His bangs get in the way when he kisses you.

The Bad Girls as a throuple. This one feels almost too obvious for words. Three girls who are all trying so hard and failing to be normal, but from three different directions. Imagine one day seeing the uptight wizard girl with rich parents and girl who tried to convert you to fantasy mormonism on her first day both walk into school one day holding hands with that punk girl who's in a band and who has already turned like six other students gay just by being cool and pretty. Then at lunch, they're all sitting together, and the elf and the cleric both have the bard's lipstick on their lips and cheeks. The cleric looks at you. She winks. You go home confused.

Figaydadaine. Figayda I don't have to sell you on, but you can't tell me Ayda and Adaine aren't so fucking cute together it hurts. They make spells for each other! Adaine has the key to the Wizard's Synod! Adaine killed her dad with Ayda's spell. Come ON, this shit writes itself. Honestly Aydaine is so good by itself

There's also an extended world of qpr among the bad kids - Rizdaine would be a great example of this. I don't think of them as a Couple, but they are SO close and there's so much trust and intimacy there. That's a pair that cuddle while watching movies or doing mystery stuff.

qpr FigGug is another great possibility. Just take all the sweet support and kindness they already have and pry out the romance.

I think if you pitched me another pair/group I could find something interesting about it, but those are my off-the-dome thoughts. Thanks for asking!

#dimension 20 #fantasy high #adaine o'shaughnessey #fig faeth #kristen applebees #fabian seacaster #gorgug thistlespring #riz gukgak #fabadine #figadaine #fabriz #the bad kids #polyamory

[6esiree]

Part 3 for the group chat fic 👀?

When I received this I had already gotten started on the next part, I just didn’t get the opportunity to finish it until now because of homework. Literally, as soon as I decided to get back into my hobbies, uni was like “no.”

But it’s done now and that’s all that matters, yippee !! I do plan on writing more about Gen Z reader and the goofy shit they say/do, the kinda relationships they have with the other residents, and more btw. If anyone has any ideas, do lmk :)

Husk x GN! Reader: What Are We?

Summary: Part 3 to the group chat fic, except it’s mostly just the reader solidifying their relationship with Husk. The texts are at the end!!

Warnings: Uhh, a little bit spicy, but no smut. Swearing.

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As the morning rudely interrupted your slumber, the sunlight seeping through the tiny slits between the curtains and tinging your eyelids crimson, you turned your head away with a groan. The night was over already? Fuck—you seriously felt as if you’d just closed your eyes an hour ago. Husk continued snoring away on your chest, clinging onto your body while you shifted underneath him, trying to avoid the sun’s assault on your vision.

“Stop moving s’much,” Husk suddenly muttered, his morning voice catching you off-guard.

Your eyes flitted down to the older man, observing how he lifted his hips and arched his back off of your body, stretching til a ‘Pop!’ echoed in your room. His tail whipped behind him as he sighed in content, and you? Well, you could only stare at him in awe as he behaved like a typical cat, unable to believe the scene before you.

“That was so cute, what the fuck,” You said, watching as his back stiffened.

“Cute? You gotta be kidding me,” Husk said, getting up from your chest and flopping down next to you, looking absolutely disheveled from last night’s activities, “Nothin’ I do is cute—I’m a grown ass man.”

You snorted and rolled onto your side, watching how a few strands of hair on Husk’s head stood upwards. ‘What’s so funny?’ He asked, his eyes widening as you carded your fingers through his hair, attempting to tame it.

“Nothing,” You said as he looked at you in feigned disapproval, but he didn’t push you away.

In fact, Husk leaned forward, craning his neck so your hand would touch his ear instead. The corner of your mouth twitched upwards as you scratched it, admiring how easily he unraveled under your touch. Even at his best, you’d never seen him this at ease—you were glad he trusted you.

“This stays between you and I,” Husk said after a bit, reaching up to grab your hand and bring your knuckles in for a kiss, “Got it?”

You blinked, face flushed as his lips moved against your knuckles. Husk had the audacity to look up at you with a quirked brow, clearly amused by how easily he had turned the tables on you. In your defense, you were weak-minded, the way he called you babydoll traveling straight to the area between your legs.

“Yeah, sure—whatever,” You said, rolling your eyes when Husk chuckled, saying something along the lines of ‘Good—that’s what I like to hear.’

You narrowed your eyes at the cat-demon, his response dripping with smugness.

Yeah, you weren’t letting that slide. You grabbed one of your pillows and smacked him in the face with it, albeit somewhat gently. ‘What the fuck?’ Husk sputtered, swiftly casting the pillow aside and fixing to grab you, but he completely missed you as you hopped off of the bed, sending him tumbling to the ground with a loud thud.

You were so fucked.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Husk asked when you tried to seek refuge in your bathroom, catching the doorknob before you could twist the lock.

He whipped the door open and wrapped his arms around your waist, hoisting you up onto his shoulder. You yelped as he did all of this so effortlessly, tossing you back onto your bed with a toothy grin plastered on his face. In an effort to save yourself, you crawled backwards, but Husk grabbed your ankles and pulled you down, leaving you entirely at his mercy.

“Seriously? Come on, how old are ya?” Husk asked, menacingly looming over you, his claws flexing against the skin of your ankles.

“Not as old as you, that’s for sure—“ You started, but then Husk folded your legs into your chest, crying out as you realized the position he had you in: a fucking mating press.

“Babydoll, I’m the same old man who had you begging to get your hole pounded in,” Husk said, chuckling as you covered your face with a groan, embarrassed. “Or do you need a reminder, hm?”

He let go of one of your ankles, his paw trailing up your leg, past your stomach to the valley between your chest, until finally settling on your neck. Your eyes fluttered shut, feeling how his claws delicately traced where he had nipped you last night. The man reveled in the whines that slipped from your throat, his arousal making itself known by poking the inside of your thigh.

“This isn’t fair,” You said, your chest heaving in anticipation. “You’re not fair.”

“Life isn’t fair, y’know,” Husk said, leaning in to place a kiss below your ear, “But I guess I could be a little nicer to you, eh?”

“Yes,” You breathed out, craning your neck as he continued to kiss you, slowly inching closer to your mouth.

When his lips ghosted over your chin, you stared at Husk, realizing that he hadn’t kissed you last night. Would he kiss you now, or was the act too…intimate? You two had fucked, yeah, and while you wouldn’t let anybody just do that, maybe he had a different mindset. It was at this moment that you considered asking what would become of you two, and shit, that scared you.

You visibly deflated under Husk, the arousal you previously felt replaced by fear almost instantaneously. Disappointment enveloped your heart as he receded from you and relinquished your ankles—but he did so because he noticed the sudden change in your body language. Husk’s eyes frantically scoured your face, genuinely concerned.

“Hey, what’s the matter?” Husk asked, reaching out to cradle your cheek. “Did I make you uncomfortable—shit, I didn’t—“

“No! God, of course not,” You cut him off quickly.

You leaned into Husk’s touch, feeling a bit reassured over the gesture. Still, the task of asking him where you stood remained equally as daunting as before.

“I’m just—I, uh—fuck!” You sputtered, sitting up in an effort to gather your thoughts.

Husk blinked, more confused than concerned now, but he didn’t interrupt you. You turned to him, your face flushed as you decided to just blurt out the question.

“Whatarewe?” You asked, your eyes darting across his face, nervous as he looked back at you in shock.

His expression softened not even a few seconds later, however, relieved that he hadn’t made you uncomfortable.

“We can be anything you want us to be, dollface,” Husk said, an unmistakable tenderness in the smile he offered you, “Preferably, though, I would like to be yours.”

The slick bastard. Instead of using the typical ‘Be mine,’ Husk opted to say it in reverse, and fuck, did it make your stomach do summersaults. You quickly jumped onto his lap and enveloped him in a hug, unable to contain the happiness that surged through your body. He eagerly returned your hug, but the way his wings followed suit and practically cocooned the two of you put you in a state of ecstasy.

“Please kiss me,” You whispered, pulling back to look at Husk.

“Come over here,” Husk rasped, his hands sliding down to your hips, encouraging you to lean into him impossibly closer.

And you did just that, the wetness of his nose tickling your cheek as your lips finally met. You sighed, pouring the feelings you had long repressed for the sake of your friendship into the kiss. When Husk’s tongue glided against the bottom of your lip, however, you regretted your choice, especially with extermination day becoming a bi-annual event. You had each other now, though, so that’s all that mattered.

The two of you could have continued kissing all day—and perhaps a little more than that—but then your phone suddenly began to vibrate. Somebody was texting, you and Husk collectively groaning at the interruption. You had carelessly discarded it somewhere on your bed last night, so you had to part from his embrace, apologizing as you asked him to help you out.

Husk, ever the sweetheart, helped you out, quickly locating it under one of your pillows. He rolled his eyes as he handed it to you, his face flushed as he mumbled something about it being Angel Dust. Curious, you hastily unlocked your phone, seeing that you had several unread messages from the groupchat.

“No fucking way,” You said, immediately understanding Husk’s reaction.

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Angel: holy shit can it be my turn next ??

Vaggie: What are you talking about?

Angel: there is no way u didnt hear that … wtf. Y/N just got their world rocked by the bartender.

Niffty: I heard everything. The walls are too thin.

Vaggie: You guys are gross.

Sir Pentious: I didn’t hear anything, but now that I’ve been informed of their activities, I will be unable to look either of them in the eye for a while.

Angel: you all are a bunch of prudes ugh

You: Angel what the FUCK??? I am going to throttle u oh my god.

Angel: ohh kinky …want a gig at the porn studio btw ?? let me tell u, honey, u can sing!!

You: When I come downstairs rn, it’s so over for u.

Charlie: *Reacts to your message with a broken heart*

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel husk #hazbin husk #husk x reader #husk #charlie morningstar #vaggie #sir pentious #niffty