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taystuffz 

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Rise Characterizations Pt. 2!!

In the first part I went over my character writing notes for Raph, so we're doing Leo next!!!

Leo Character Notes

Language Habits:

First the obvious, makes a lot of puns and one-liners. Think corny super hero movies

Does poke at New Jersey often in said one-liners

Mumbles/talks to himself out loud often

Starts a Lot of his sentences with, "Okay--"

Often will add on, "haha, you're hilarious", when he's trying to tease or antagonize someone

Similarly to Raph he will also verbalize his attacks/actions, "kick and punch"/"punch and kick", "land safely"/"and he sticks the landing"

Also will verbalize when he's trying to make a portal, "come on portal", "it's portal time", "portal power jitsu"

We all know "hachi machi"

Tendency to also make noises when fighting, "yah"/"wah!"/"hah!"

That little ohohoho laugh can signify as his battle cry/excitement, or his nervousness depending on context

Same case as the above with "hoh boy"

Will stutter on words to emphasize them, "l-l-l-l-lame!"

The first to jump onto an "I told you so" or "I was right"

Mixes Spanish into his sentences, most notably "bueno", "vamanos", "hermano(s)"

Messes up science terminology, "reprogramulating"

Says "indubitably" when he's up to something (which Raph recognizes)

Out of all the brothers, he does poke fun the most

Refers to himself as "Leon"

Refers to others (mostly strangers/acquaintances) as "bub"/"bud", or "chief"

Personality:

Dramatic, Leo will always play things up 110%. Sometimes this is to cover up his insecurities, to cheer up his brothers, or to annoy said brothers. Also plays into his extreme responses to stressful situations

The fun brother, aka mikey's advocate. He takes his role seriously as the face man, who keeps things fun and cool for his brothers. It's an easy role, and he gets to make his family laugh or roll their eyes. He's. Sillay

Perceptive, this is why he knows exactly what buttons to push, but he's not a great communicator when it comes to the bigger picture. This also plays into his manipulativeness that he uses to put chaos into his family (i.e. lair games), puppet villains (i.e. Big Mama) into his motives, and change the battlefield

A closet nerd, implied to remember more jupiter jim lore than the rest of his brothers and has a ready to go impression of the reptiles of planet reptilica

Competitive to a fault, he tends to get lost in the competition when it comes to his brothers. Part of his dramatism is showing off, and he's weak to being called or associated with the term "champion". Competition is a way he gauges his self worth

Has a strong desire for the inherent admiration and trust of his peers, more than outright praise (both are wanted) unlike Donnie. This damages his communication skills because he just expects his brothers to trust him while he puts on a persona of nonchalance as protection from failure

Defensive, of himself through being snippy or sarcastic, but also defensive of his brothers' own well-being. He may be the one to poke the most fun, but he's also the one to jump to his siblings' defense out of any of the brothers. Sort of an "only I can do so and so to blank" mindset

Martyr complex, prioritizes the safety of his family over his own safety

Gets attached to people he considers family Quickly, those he doesn't consider a part of his family he has little sympathy for but once that connection is there he's already ready to use his body as a shield

Freeze response, tends to freeze up in response to danger or stress. Often shown to curl into a ball or stand silently (as opposed to his constant chatter)

Miscellaneous:

The third to unlock his mystic powers

Nicknames: "baby blue" by splinter, "nardo" by donnie

Sweats an ungodly amount

Uses spit to annoy his brothers/enemies (licking an item to claim it as his, wet willies)

Can beat box

Always chooses left in mazes or when lost

Next up will be Donnie :>

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[lecsainz]

FOOTBALL GAME

parings: daniel ricciardo x kelce!reader

author note: it's official, I'm entering my NFL era... taylor swift, what have you done?!?! 😭

summary: the one where you're the younger sister of the kelces and you go to a travis game and end up meeting daniel ricciardo.

✩. . . masterlist !

Y/N is the Kelce siblings' little sister, the protected one, adored by her entire family. Her three older brothers loved to tease her whenever they could. Nonetheless, Y/N loved being the youngest, except for the overly protective nature of her brothers. Shawn, Jason, and Travis delighted in intimidating any guy who came near their sister, and this had been the story of her life. The fact that Jason and Travis were professional football players didn't help either. Despite it all, she knew her brothers just wanted her to stay safe and find the right person. And that happened in the most unlikely way.

Y/N was at the Chiefs game, just like any other game, or so she thought. She had chosen to stay in the stands; Y/N wasn't in the mood to be in the player's family area today, especially after the appearances of her supposed new sister-in-law, Taylor. The fans had become obsessed with recording and looking for the singer-songwriter there. Today, Y/N wanted a peaceful afternoon. She had never been fond of being in the spotlight and was grateful that her brothers were the stars, not her.

As Y/N settled into her seat, she couldn't help but relish the anonymity she usually enjoyed in the stands. She liked to be just another face in the crowd, free from the constant attention that came with being a Kelce. But little did she know that this particular game was about to take an unexpected turn.

The energy in the stadium was electrifying, and as the game progressed, Y/N found herself getting more and more engrossed in the action. The Chiefs were playing exceptionally well, and the crowd's excitement was contagious. Amidst the cheers and chants, she almost forgot about her desire for a quiet day.

That's when it happened. Y/N was caught up in the moment, jumping to her feet as the Chiefs scored a touchdown. As she celebrated, an unfortunate collision occurred. Out of nowhere, a cup of beer was knocked from someone's hand, drenching her from head to toe. She gasped in surprise and shock, realizing her white Chiefs jersey was now soaked.

Furious and stunned, she turned to see who was responsible for this mess, and her eyes met a face she couldn't believe – it was none other than the famous Formula 1 driver Daniel Ricciardo, who was attending the game because of his Formula 1 race in Texas.

Y/N's frustration boiled over, and she shouted, "Are you kidding me? You just ruined my jersey!" Her irritation was palpable, and the entire section fell silent as all eyes turned to her and the unsuspecting Daniel Ricciardo.

As crowd silence hung in the air, Y/N could feel her face heating up with embarrassment and anger. She had no idea who this man was, only that he was the one who had turned her game day experience into a mess. But what she didn't know was that Daniel Ricciardo was not only a Formula 1 superstar but also known for his charm and charisma.

Daniel, caught off guard by her fiery reaction, was momentarily stunned. He glanced at the drenched jersey and then back at Y/N, a sheepish grin forming on his face. "Oh, gosh, I'm so sorry," he stammered. "I was just so caught up in the game, and I... I didn't mean to do that."

Y/N couldn't help but notice that, despite the situation, Daniel had an irresistible smile. It was clear that he was genuinely apologetic, and she couldn't stay mad at him for long. Still, she didn't know who he was, and her irritation was evident in her response. "Well, an apology won't dry my jersey, will it?"

At that moment, Max Verstappen, who was seated next to Daniel, couldn't contain his laughter any longer. He burst into fits of giggles, watching the entire interaction. "Mate, you've really done it this time!" Max said between laughs.

Y/N, despite herself, found Max's laughter contagious and couldn't help but chuckle along. "I can't believe you've got your friend here laughing at your blunder," she teased Daniel, a hint of amusement in her voice.

Daniel, red-faced and still grinning, extended his hand toward her. "I'm Daniel, by the way, and I promise I'll make it up to you somehow."

Y/N accepted the hand with a half-smile. "Y/N, nice to meet you. Just don't spill anything else on me."

Max chimed in, still amused. "Well, I think you've made quite the impression, Daniel.”

Max's playful comment only added to the amusement of the moment. As Y/N and Daniel continued to converse, they discovered an unexpected chemistry between them. His initial mistake had broken the ice, and they found themselves discussing everything from their favorite sports to their shared love for adventure.

As the game progressed, Y/N's initial irritation had turned into a delightful afternoon spent in the company of a charming stranger. She had completely forgotten about her drenched jersey and the chaotic start to their interaction.

As the final whistle blew, the Chiefs emerged victorious, and the crowd erupted in cheers. Daniel leaned closer to Y/N, and with a grin, he said, "You know, I've had an eventful day, and it's all thanks to you. Can I get your number? Maybe I can make it up to you with dinner or something?"

Y/N was taken aback for a moment, not expecting such a bold move. But his sincerity and the connection they had formed throughout the game were hard to ignore. She couldn't help but smile and replied, "Sure, why not? I think I'd like to see what other trouble you can get me into."

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[impalaimagining]

Super, Super Bowl

Dean Winchester x Reader

950 words

Note: Unbeta'd, unedited. Slammed my keyboard while my kids watched Mickey Mouse. This is the result.

Dean’s man cave. The biggest television you’d ever seen, the comfiest reclining chairs you’d ever sat in, the coldest refrigerator known to man - the perfect place for a Super Bowl party. Dean was going to have the game on anyway, why not make the most of it?

Halfway through the season, headlines started popping up everywhere - about Taylor Swift. Taylor Swift. And football. 

What?

Turned out she was dating Travis Kelce, some dude from the Kansas City Chiefs. Dean watched the Kansas City games religiously, as long as he was in the bunker, or, if by some magical power of the universe, the motel TV could pick it up. The groan that escaped Dean when Taylor Swift started showing up on the screen once they publicly outed their relationship was nothing short of hilarious.

It started out small, the way you taunted and teased Dean about her being ever-present. You wore a friendship bracelet with the number 87 on it - Travis’s jersey number. You bought a beanie, white and red, like the one Taylor was seen wearing at one of the colder games. You managed to snag a Kelce jersey online during a flash sale when the Chiefs were headed to the playoffs.

It came to a head when you found a shop on Etsy selling sweatshirts that said, “in my football era” in bubbly pink lettering. Everything looked good - great, even - for the Chiefs on the path to the Super Bowl. Dean watched you open the package when you got home from the post office and with the eye-roll he gave, you were honestly a little concerned that he’d strain an orbital muscle.

“Leave me alone.” You huffed, concealing a smile.

“As long as she doesn’t show up as a surprise halftime show guest, I don’t give a damn about her.” Dean grumbled, heading toward his hideaway.

You lingered in the library, slumping down into the couch while you scrolled through endless suggested, targeted posts about Taylor Swift and her boyfriend, her boyfriend’s brother and his family, her boyfriend’s mom, the suite they’d be sitting in for the game. You name it and there was a blurb about it online. Jarring you out of your screen-induced daze, Dean’s voice rattled through the concrete halls.

“What the hell is going on in here?!”

A smirk pulled on the right side of your lips as you set your phone down beside you and painted on your best innocent face. Dean’s socked feet managed to sound as heavy as his boots as they pounded back to the library.

“Do you care to explain what exactly happened in there?” He pursed his lips, brows raised.

You shrugged, still feigning innocence. “What happened in there?” 

“Don’t get cute.” He folded his arms over his chest. “You know exactly what I’m talking about.”

“Is Sam pranking you again? I thought you two moved on from that.” You furrowed your brows in faux confusion. “Aren’t you a little old for practical jokes?”

“No, Sam - Sam doesn’t have anything to do with that monstrosity. What did you do to my man cave?!” You stood and took a step toward Dean, already wearing your new sweatshirt. “All of you are crazy. Every single on of her fans is insane.” He shook his head, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Excuse you.” You scoffed. “We’re not called fans, Dean. We’re swifties.” With an extra sway in your hips, you sauntered down the hall to the room Dean was so up-in-arms about. When you got to the door, you giggled and stood proudly before your work. “I don’t get it. What’s wrong? It looks great in here.”

Dean’s exasperation sputtered from his mouth as he searched for words to express just how ruffled his feathers were. “It’s - it’s - there’s - you deflowered the sanctity of my man cave!”

You tipped your head back with a cackle. “I what?”

“You ruined it!” Dean threw his arms out toward the walls.

Ruined it.

You scoffed. You thought you did a wonderful job of sticking to the theme. Across the room, in plain view as soon as you walked through the door, a shimmery red curtain served as the backdrop to a table. The table was covered with a Chiefs tablecloth, and on the tablecloth sat a red-mirrored disco-football. Beside the football was a charcuterie board - or boards, really. One shaped like the number eight and one shaped like the number seven. Cupcakes with gold flakes and tiny footballs stood on a tiered tower. An array of red drinks lined the lefthand side of the table - Shirley Temples, except they were sparkly too, thanks to the edible glitter you swirled into them. Hanging behind the table, strung across the shiny backdrop, you made and hung three rows of garland - garland designed to look like a friendship bracelet made from pony beads and white, lettered beads that read “IN MY,” next line, “SUPER BOWL,” last line, “ERA.” On the adjacent wall, there was another table, far less aesthetically pleasing, decked out with chips, salsa, guacamole, pretzels, dips, a crockpot full of meatballs beside a basket of rolls.

It looked fantastic.

“I don’t understand.” You walked in and twirled around, arms open. “This looks like the perfect way to celebrate the Swift Bowl.”

“WHAT?!” Dean’s eyes bulged from their sockets.

Another loud laugh escaped you as you clapped your hands together. “Dean, it’s just a football game.” You shook your head and stood beside him, both of you looking at, but with far different feelings about, the red glittery glow surrounding you. “I’ll take the decorations down tomorrow. I promise.”

Dean released a long, loud sigh and closed his eyes. “Fine, but I swear if I hear even one second of her music, I-”

“Aw, c’mon Dean.” Sam clapped Dean’s shoulder as he walked by, stepping into the man cave and dipping a chip in salsa. “You gotta just,” Sam’s face twisted as he tried to conceal a wide grin, “shake it off.”

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luke hughes x actress!reader

note: someone take capcut away from me. I haven't said this but the only reason this au exists is because i made a famous birthdays and google page for fun and was like 'i have to share this now'

Y/n L/n announce to star in Disney Pixar's live action 'Brave' amid rumours of her new romance

Posted October. 1, 2023

Just last night the fan-favourite actress for live action Merida, Y/n L/n, was confirmed. The only twenty-two year old actress has made big waves in the entertainment industry since her debut in the 2017 revival of Stephen king's 'It', playing Beverly Marsh. And has gone on to play a supporting part in Greta Gerwig's 'Little Women' and star in Ari Aster's 'Midsommar'. And as of late the actress is starring in Sofia Coppola's 'Priscilla' set to come out November. 3, 2023.

Disney's live action 'Brave' is set to come out Summer of 2024, a specific date has not yet been released. But fans are already anticipating the film, coming off of the success of live action 'The Little Mermaid'.

Y/n has been rumoured to play Merida earlier this year, rumours the actress had denied several times, after they died down. One rumour she just can't seem to get her fans to let go of though is her romance with New Jersey Devils rookie defensemen, Luke Hughes.

And we suppose the reason got that being, it was true.

L/n attended the Devil's preseason game sitting with the other wives and girlfriends of the team. Very reminiscent of friend of L/n's Taylor Swift attending the Kansas City Chiefs game just a couple days prior.

But in only a few days fans seemingly love this match, and we can't help but agree. And we wish this couple all the luck in the future.

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Y/n_updates

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Y/n_updates: Y/n and Luke Hughes leaving the game last night. love her, love them, what about you??

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InLoveWith_hughes: been a Luke fan, been a Y/n fan, i couldn't be happier

Sloan_: same!! i love them

Louis1D27: his hand placement!!

boys_genius: her hand placement!!

tswift13: there is something so special to me about her hand on his hip.

crosby_penguins87: didn't she just break up with Chris Briney?? what a slut

superache_stan: they never dated, and even if they did that doesn't make her a 'slut' hope this helps! 💗💗

Y/n_ismywife: she looks so happy 🥲

max1989: why does she look so anxious?? what happened?

jessDay: she forgot her phone! haha they went back in and came out again with it

max1989: oh good! i thought something bad happened 😅

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[kelcemenow]

Personal Foul.

Pairing Travis Kelce x Reader

Words 2103

Warnings Some strong language, mentions of violence and a big old fluffy Travis.

This anon request came through a while ago and now that I'm pretty much finished with Touchdown, I thought I would finish this to a place where I'm happy. I hope you like it! "I’m so glad you did my request absolutely loved it!! I have another request hahah fic x reader where Travis is playing and another player says a comment about the reader that makes Travis go crazy protective mode and ends up getting ejected from the game"

You settled in your seat close to the side-lines of the field at Arrowhead Stadium. The Chiefs were facing the Bengals for their first game of the season and even though it hadn’t started yet, the atmosphere was electric. You clutched at your cold beer, looking around at the sea of red and gold that was surrounding you.

Your sister, Karly, snuggled up next to you, “Oh my God, we’re super close!”

You breathed in the air, “Yeah, Travis sorted these out for us.”

“I can’t wait to see him play, apparently he’s really good.”

You smirked at her, rolling your eyes, “Yeah, he’s pretty decent.”

The noise grew louder and your eyes snapped to the field, watching for your new boyfriend to emerge onto the grass. Your seat rumbled as the announcer called his name and the thousands of people in the stadium roared for him. You were filled with an immense feeling of excitement and adoration for him, proud to call him yours.

Your heart fluttered as he jogged out, lifting his arms to encourage more noise from the fans. You smiled as he stopped to dance in the end-zone, hopefully a taste of what was to come during the game. Travis placed his hand to his lips and then raised it towards the stands, something he said he would do for you. You caught your breath knowing that you were on his mind right before the game began.

The first half of the game was fairly uneventful, the Bengals took an early lead with a touchdown in the first quarter but the Chiefs caught up within the second. You were concerned though. Travis seemed to be struggling, his focus elsewhere. You noticed a particular Bengals linebacker paying close attention to Travis, covering him often and occasionally conversing with him between plays. You kept your eyes on him the entire time, willing him to snap out of whatever mood he was in. He missed some throws, tripped up on a rush and you could see Patrick pulling him aside every now and again.

Karly didn’t seem to notice anything, thankfully she was oblivious to the rules of football and seemed to be enjoying the game regardless. You looked back towards the field as the teams left at half time to go back to the locker rooms, your eyebrows knitted together.

“Is everything okay?” Karly questioned.

You cleared your throat, “Yeah, yeah. Everything’s fine.” You said before taking a sip of your beer.

“Oh my God, you’re not pregnant, are you?” She squeaked with excitement.

You laughed, “Karly, I wouldn’t be drinking beer if I was. Besides, me and Travis have only been together for a few months, you’re a little ahead there.”

She slumped her shoulders in disappointment, “Fine. So, what is it then?”

You twisted your mouth, “Something’s up with Travis.”

“Really? Well…maybe he’s just a bit nervous, with it being his first game of the season and all?”

Your fingers rubbed against the edge of your plastic glass, the cold condensation covering your thumb, “Yeah. Maybe.”

You weren’t entirely convinced but silently hoped that he would settle during the second half and you would soon see the man that you were falling in love with back to his best.

As the third quarter began, Travis seemed to appear much calmer and more focused, but as the Chiefs were getting lined up to run a 4th down play with 2 yards in it, Travis quickly stood up from his crouched position and grabbed the jersey of Germaine Pratt, the linebacker from earlier in the game, bringing him close to his face in anger. You rose to your feet and rapidly ran your eyes across the field to figure out what was happening.

The officials blew their whistles and a flag was thrown onto the field. Travis had Germaine up to his face, his helmet clashing against his. Players, coaches and officials flooded the field and you spotted Patrick Mahomes pulling Travis away. An officials voice rang out into the stadium detailing Travis’ penalty. ‘Personal foul. Unnecessary roughness, offense, number 87. 15-yard penalty, automatic first down.’

You watched as Patrick spoke to Travis for a second before returning to the field. Travis lowered his head and made his way to the bench, removing his helmet and running his hands over his face. You craned your neck to see him, but you could barely see beyond the rows of fans. You could only just make out his arms, flailing wildly in panic as players flocked to his side, trying to calm him down. You took a deep breath, watching as the Chiefs lost the ball back to the Bengals after failing to make the 17 yards.

“Well, that was intense.” Karly said in a low voice, holding her beer up to her mouth.

You shook your head, “I don’t know what’s got him all riled up?”

“Not a good color on him, though, is it?”

Your snapped sideways to look at Karly, “We don’t know what’s going on down there.”

She took a mouthful of her beer and shrugged her shoulders, turning back to face the field. You continued to look at Travis on the bench when an increase in crowd noise diverted your attention. Chris Jones had Bengals quarterback Joe Burrow flustered and he fumbled the ball. You jumped to your feet as Nick Allegretti caught it and ran the ball for 14 yards, giving the Chiefs possession. Travis threw his helmet back on and with a confident thud on his chest, he ran out ready for the next play.

Your heart was beating out of your chest with panic, “Come on, Travis. Come on, baby. Just keep it together. Please.”

Both teams squatted down ready for the snap and your eyes were locked on Travis, who was now face to face again with Germaine. You clutched your hands up against your chest, swallowing hard as if it would eliminate the churning sensation in your stomach. Suddenly, Travis sprinted from his position, finding a space downfield and leaping into the air to catch the ball.

“Yes!” You shrieked as he made the catch and securely tucked it in his arm, your eyes following him down the field.

The crowd raised their voices as he approached the end-zone, successfully dodging Bengals on each side. You jumped slightly with excitement, watching your man’s feet pounding the grass with impressive speed as he crossed the goal line and lifted the ball into the air. Karly jumped up from her seat and threw her arms around you, screaming loud enough to make your ears ring.

The ecstasy you were feeling was slowly halted when you noticed Germaine speaking to Travis. You narrowed your eyes as you watched Travis puff out his chest and aggressively approach the linebacker.

“No, Travis!” You cried out but it was too late. He had already pushed Germaine’s shoulders with both of his hands, knocking him to the ground. Travis towered over Germaine, shouting down at him as players in both red and white crowded the pair. Another flag was thrown onto the field and a chorus of boos sang out around the stadium.

Your hands found their way to your face, covering your cheeks in despair. Patrick managed to drag Travis away but you could still see the tension in his body, the anger flowing out of him. Above the crowd noise, the official tried to read out the penalty.

‘Personal foul. Unnecessary roughness, offense, number 87. He is ejected from the game.’

Your face fell in shock as the crowd erupted, a mixture of cheers and boos. Your body was frozen to the spot as you watched Travis walk off of the field and into the tunnel, back to the locker-room. A feeling of dread washed over you as you sat back down in your seat.

Karly out her arm around you, “Well, that was shit.”

You sniffed a laugh, “Yeah, it was. I’ll speak to him after the game. Something was up with him, I’m sure of it. He wouldn’t have done that unprovoked.” You pointed a finger towards the field.

“Just hope they win this game, otherwise he’s going to be really pissed.” She squeezed you close.

The game ended as a bittersweet victory, all in thanks to 2 more touchdowns from the Chiefs, holding the lead until the final whistle. As you shuffled out of the stands, you searched for the way to the locker-rooms. Travis had gotten you clearance so you could see him after the game so as Karly waited by the bar, you showed your pass to the security guards and headed down the corridor.

You smiled at the various players whom you had met already as they passed you. Patrick threw you a wave and George Karlaftis pulled you in for a hug. “Go and cheer him up, would you? We’ve tried but nothing.” He said as he withdrew, turning away to leave the stadium.

You paused and took a deep breath before you pushed the door open, the air thick with steam and sweat. The room was empty but as you stepped further in, you saw a foot peeking out from around a corner. You waited for a moment before calling out into the room.

“Is it safe to come in?”

You heard a faint chuckle, “Of course, baby.” Followed by a couple of sniffs.

Travis was sat on a bench, his elbows resting on his knees and his head in his hands. He had already changed into a plain black t-shirt and some dark grey sweatpants, his hair slick wet. You gazed upon your boyfriend with furrowed eyebrows, his pain and anger radiating from him along with the damp heat from his shower.

“Baby-“

“I just snapped.” He looked up at you with red eyes.

You knelt down in front of him, placing your hands on top of his, “I know, I know. What happened?”

He stood up abruptly, pacing the locker-room with a frantic energy. You stayed still for a second before coming to your feet, staring into his back as he dropped his head.

“What happened, Travis?”

“That asshole Pratt, he just kept-“ His voice cracked.

You stepped closer to him, gently touching his bicep and pressing your lips to his back.

“He kept talking about you.”

You leaned your head away from him, your face filled with confusion, “What would he have to say about me?”

He turned to face you, his teeth gritted together, “That he saw your bikini pictures on your Instagram and afterwards, he had to take a cold shower. That he knows that a fine-ass woman like you could do better than a scumbag like me. That he made a bet with the team that he could make you cum 10 times in one night and he can’t wait to find out if he’s gonna win.” His voice began to shake.

You stared up at him, his face full of pain.

“I can’t have anybody talking like that about you, baby.”

You took hold of his face, staring deep into his eyes, “You cannot let them get to you, Travis. That’s all that ass-hole wanted, for you to react like that...and you did. He just wanted to distract you. This is your career and your life and it’s so important that you don’t get into trouble just for protecting me.”

“But baby-“

“Travis, you are too damn good and too damn talented. Fuck what anybody says, even if it is about me. I’m a big girl, I can take it.”

He smiled softly, his eyes filling up with tears. He exhaled quickly and took you in his arms, “I’m so sorry.”

You laughed gently into his chest, “You have nothing to be sorry for. You were just defending me, and I appreciate that. But only off of the field, okay?”

He pulled you away and gazed at you with his hazy eyes. He breathed deeply in silence for a second before nodding his head, “Okay.”

“I can’t have the man I love getting in bust-ups every game. I don’t think my nerves could take it.”

His eyes widened and he gripped your waist, “What?”

You smiled, “I’m in love with you, Travis.”

He leaned down and smashed his lips onto yours, running his hands through your hair and rubbing circles behind your ear with his thumb. You hummed into the kiss, pressing your body into his. His kisses slowly moved across your cheek and onto your neck, the words falling out of his lips and into your skin.

“I love you too, Y/N.”

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I loved this concept. Protective Travis just does something to me! I'm really enjoying getting requests...you all have such good ideas! Feel free to throw some more my way and I'll also be adding people to my Taglist for my writing, so let me know if you want me to add you!

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[m-writes-stories]

The Kansas City Couple Part 1

Takes Place During the Off Season (Mid-February to May)

Word Count: 878 words

Warnings: talk about a car accident (I think that is it please let me know if I forgot something)

Interviewer: Welcome to the new NFL based Documentary: “The Kansas City Couple.” This is a documentary about Y/N and Travis Kelce. Travis mostly got his fame during the 2020 season in which the Kansas City Chiefs won Super Bowl LIV. But the couple got the eye of the public in 2022 when Y/N posted on her Tik Tok talking about the couple’s relationship.

Y/N: Hi, my name is Y/N Kelce. In 2022 for Travis and I’s anniversary I made a slide show, and I posted part of it on tik tok. And let's just say it blew up. The video was just about how Travis and I have been friends since 2nd grade. And ever since then we have been inseparable since. Travis and I have, like I said, been friends since 2nd grade. We kinda, not really, started dating our freshman year of high school. But we were really just best friends. Our junior year, we officially started dating but it was off and on. After Christmas that year we were together and stayed together for a year. Until January of our senior year when I got in a car accident and that put a barrier between Travis and I. But we got back together in April before we graduated. Then we went to college together. And since the end of our sophomore year, of college,we have lived together. Travis and I got married in 2017, after what felt like forever of telling people it was at some point gonna happen.

Travis: I told people forever that I was gonna propose. But I never thought the time was right. I finally proposed at Christmas in 2015. I decided that it was time and she said yes. We have been together for 15 years and 5 months. When people hear that we were high school sweethearts they always say that we will get divorced soon, but that still hasn’t happened and it won’t happen. She is the best thing that has ever happened to me. I don’t think that I would be able to function as a NFL player without her. She makes sure my bag is packed each week. I pick my outfits but she checks my bag.

Interviewer: Has she had to bring things to the games that you have forgotten?

Travis: Oh 1000%. I’m pretty sure she brought extra socks at the first home game last season. She is my lifeline, she makes sure I don’t get fired.

Y/N: I brought his jersey to him one time. That he was 100% sure that he wouldn’t forget. I think I bring him something for each home game. I don’t check his bag as thoroughly for home games. For away games I spend like 2 hours checking his bag the night before he leaves. And then like another hour and a half before he leaves. I literally check every pocket and pouch, everything.

Interviewer: What would you say is the worst part about the off season?

Travis: I would say mine is the fact that I don't really have an off season. I’m still studying film. I do routine workouts. My brain is still focused on football even if we aren’t actively practicing or playing.

Y/N: I would say mine is that it feels super short. Cause it isn’t really that great of a time. Because it is like 4 months long. Which like Travis said, isn’t really an off time. It’s probably more chaotic than the actual season. Well, training camp is the most chaotic. And not just cause Travis is doing things, but I also have to get ready for the next season, basically right after the superbowl. We do as much work as we can in the off season: like work on the house, charity work, cleaning as much as possible. Because we all know I have the hardest time keeping the house clean during the season.

Travis: Yeah, like Y/N said, we don’t have a lot of time during the season for bigger projects or things we need to do. And so the off season is the best time to do that. So it makes it hard for us to really have down time. We spend a lot of time during training camp apart so we spend the off season doing projects together.

Interviewer: What is your favorite part about a game?

Travis: Besides doing what I love… I love being able to see Y/N in the stands. We spent a long time trying out different seats at Arrowhead. Trying to find the seat we can see each other the best. And we finally did. And now it makes me the happiest. Especially when I get a touchdown or a good catch and I look up and see her sitting there..

Y/N: You're gonna make me cry. My favorite part is seeing him do his favorite thing. Seeing him play and live out his dream of playing in the NFL. I remember being in high school and he always told me that he would play his heart out in the NFL for me. And now he is.

Interviewer: Alright, the next time you will see this amazing couple will be during Training Camp.

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A/N: Ok? How do we feel is it exciting? Do we like it? Give me feedback please!

Love, M

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[hollywedits]

Taylor Swift and Sabrina Carpenter arrives prior to the game between the Kansas City Chiefs and the New York Jets at MetLife Stadium on October 01, 2023 in East Rutherford, New Jersey.

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[softdykellie]

ੈ✩‧₊˚ motion sickness part i | ellie w.

next part here

PAIRING: modern!ellie x fem!reader

SUMMARY: having grown up together, everyone knew eachother in jackson. when a brooding newcomer owner to a tattoo shop comes along apparently charming her friendly florist neighbor things seem to take a turn.

WARNING: alternative universe! purposefully all lower case. multiple part series. not a very eventful beginning as ellie’s relationship with reader is slow burn but i promise it will evolve.

WORD COUNT: 716

the entire town of jackson had stopped on its tracks to peek into the blacked out windows of what used to be cat’s bakery, an exciting guessing game at every arrival of trucks unloading black leather chairs and tall unopened boxes that according to jesse made heavy noises to the shake. the owner, whoever they may be, haven’t made their way to the building yet, and all pointed towards a newcomer. jackson wasn’t used to those.

“you think it’s a woman?”

“i just hope they’re hot” dina says, getting in response a subtle glare from jesse as she poured whiskey from her expensive cabinet onto your cup. it was always on the house for her best friend, a near prayer for bankruptcy.

you chuckled before clinking your glasses together and taking a long sip to avoid the topic you knew awaited you by the way dina raised her eyebrows suggestively, squinting her eyes towards the bar’s furthest corner where abby anderson, former basketball star and current police chief, downed her own drink. the woman never wore her hair down and was an apparent fan of uniforms, having once used religiously her numbered jersey and now eternally in dark blue slacks. once upon a time there had been something between you, if you could call it that: a drunken kiss at a frat party after a winning game, all nerves and eagerness, tongue and hands. years later, dina would never let you live it down.

“i’m just saying your love life is about as interesting as jj’s and he’s two years old!” she whispered agressively before whistling for abby’s attention “oi, anderson! c’mon let us in on the secret, what’s the new shop for?”

“didn’t take you as a gossip, dina”

“well then you clearly don’t know me enough! entertain us, we won’t tell”

abby seemed to think for a minute, glancing between you and the empty bottom of her cup. with a sigh she walked over from her seat towards your spot at the barstools, the smell of fresh mint and citrus radiating off her. under the dim lighting her blonde hair still shone - nearly sparkled - at every ray, inevitably, you stared until she smirked. another bitter whiskey sip.

“some asshole’s tattoo shop” up close, that was when you took note of her bruised hand, red knuckles still somewhat clenched up. it suddenly made sense why the stoic figure was seen day drinking at her job, something to numb the pain without looking weak. still, everything seemed unlike her. hot-tempered. dina asked bluntly what you found yourself too stunned to ask: “what the fuck anderson, you punched the newcomer?”

her eyes were on you again, pale blue like a stormfront, searching your expression. abby anderson was a different kind of beauty, ragged around the edges, rough and sharpened. everyone guessed college would straighten that out of her, ivy league scholarship with the rich and powerful far enough from jackson you’d think nostalgia was a disease amongst the trophies and gpas. no one could bare look her in the eye since the career ending injury that lead her to come back, besides you. she figured that’s what kept her enthralled; not being a walking failure to at least someone in her hometown.

your staring match as over before it fully began. a swing of the door echoing bells throughout the establishment. jesse straightened his back, ready to serve, dina fixated on the hand still, abby looked down and you turned your body towards the entrance. 5”7 and fully tattooed at every visible corner of skin besides her face - oh that face - right eye stained in swollen purple. she looked no one in the eye besides dina.

“one beer please”

she caught your eye for a second, taking you in under her shuddering gaze in such precise detail you were sure all the lines and dots connected into the paiting of your face had made themselves a maze under microscope. she searched for something in you, a reaction, you barely even noticed how your breath had hitched until you ran out of air. her hand slowly reached towards your face in what appeared at first to be a cheek caress, before she tugged a leaf from behind your ear, stuck to your hair.

“you must be the flower shop girl. hi, neighbor. i’m ellie.”

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[therapycat21]

All Right Now Part 3

Travis Kelce x Famous!Reader Description: The reader catches the eye of famous footballer Travis.

Warnings: None

Social Media AU

Before I knew it, two days had passed, and Travis and I had been texting each other in between the time we were both not busy with our hectic lives. I’m standing in front of my floor-to-ceiling mirror in my closet trying to figure out the best outfit for tonight, I finally settle on one.

I give myself a once over in the mirror taking a deep breath and grabbing all of my belongings.

My Phone chimes from where it is sitting on the vanity with a message, I glance at the message to see it is Trav letting me know he is here. I take one last deep breath before heading out to my home entrance. I open the door, seeing the 6’5 football player nervously adjusting his jacket.

“Hi” I blush under his deep gaze, I smile before nervously retouching my hair. He gives a giant smile before reaching out to hug me “Hey, you look absolutely beautiful” he lets go, reaching his hand out for me to grab, I take his hand and he guides us to his car, which is probably the most beautiful car I’ve ever seen.

He opens the car door guides me into the set, shuts the door, and jogs to the other side. He starts the car and we’re off.

We pulled into a beautiful restaurant with lots of vines and twinkly lights hanging from the ceiling. Before I knew it we were eating and laughing like absolute maniacs. We had a ton more in common than I ever thought I could with someone, He makes me smile and giggle like a little girl. 

“I can’t believe you did that,” he tells me with a huge grin, I laugh “Well I can’t believe I did either but that’s what happens when you have too many drinks” I take a quick sip of my drink.

  He sets his fork down before reaching down for a small bag “By the way I have a gift for you” he smirks before setting the bag between us on the table. I swallow the rest of my drink before hesitantly reaching for the object inside the bag

“You didn’t have to get me anything, now I feel bad I didn’t get you anything” I stop before I can say anything else, I’m a little speechless. In the bag sits a bright red Chiefs jersey with his number on the back “Oh wow” I glance up at him my face shocked. He took my silence as a bad thing and tried to revert “If you don’t like it, It’s fine I can keep it.” I shake my head profusely knowing he is reading my silent response wrong. “No! No, I really like it, I guess you were right about needing a new jersey with your number on it” I smirk at him. Seeing my approval he sighs in relief. 

“Well there is another part of the gift,” he tells me, reaching into his jacket pocket, and pulling out two tickets “This is for our next home game, and I wanted to see if you’d come and sit in the box and maybe wear the jersey?” he smirks. I smile before reaching out for the tickets “I would love to go, is it okay if I bring my mom?” I question.

“Absolutely” Smiling brighter he says. The night continues on with us joking, laughing, and finding out every detail about each other. 

Before I knew it, the night was coming to a close and we were on our way back to my house, standing by the door. “It was really fun tonight, thank you for this,” I tell him in a small tone. He reaches up and touches my hair slightly “Yeah It was, I can’t wait to do it again” he smirks 

“Again?” I question smiling

 “Oh yeah, we’re definitely doing this again, end goal, me and you are end game, I’m calling it now” He smiles at me. In shock from what he said

 “End game?” I whisper in shock.

 Still smiling “Oh yeah, I already told my family, I found my end game,” he says still acting nonchalantly about what he is saying. 

I try to let it sink in on what he is saying. I smile big before reaching up and bringing my hand to his cheek, motioning his face closer to mine testing to make sure he is okay with it,  more than okay. He closes the space between us, pulling me closer by his palm cupping the back of my head. 

For the first time in my life.

I feel safe, secure, and happy.

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[hugheses]

Devils Provide Medical Update on Jack Hughes | STATEMENT

The New Jersey Devils provided the following medical update on center Jack Hughes.

In recent conversations with Jack, his family and representatives, the Devils’ athlete care staff, and Devils’ Chief Medical Officer Dr. Jonathan L. Glashow, it was determined that Jack should be held out of game action for the rest of this season and proceed with shoulder surgery.

He will undergo the surgery on April 10, which will be performed by Dr. Peter Millett in Vail, Colorado.

Hughes is expected to make a full recovery to be available for 2024 New Jersey Devils Training Camp.

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[thewritingofspencerrose]

The Dorothea Swift

"Folks, it's that time again for..."

"New NEWS," Travis Kelce is the one to finish, loud to the point that the woman on the other screen lifts her headphones slightly away from her ears.

"Today's episode features a very favorite of not only my wife, but the entire KC Chiefs system, social media manager miss Dorothea Swift! Dorothea-"

"Please Jason, just Thea, that's what everyone calls me. The last time someone called me Dorothea it was my sister when she wrote a song about missing me when I left for college," The blonde laughs, tucking a curl behind her ear.

"Or Dee Dee, that's what Mahomes calls her," Travis chimes, chuckling at the aggrivated look on the face of a woman who deals with football players for a living.

"That's because Pat took it from some friends of mine," She defends, rolling her eyes. "But it's great to be here boys. You've basically been making my job useless."

"Ah you could never be useless, babygirl," Is Travis's brilliant response, making Jason laugh.

"I can just hear the internet blowing up with that one comment, so I'm gonna save ya'll and move on," The elder brother assures, "Dorthea, what's it like being the sister of someone as famous as Taylor?"

"You see, my answer to that is going to be incredibly boring, but we've always grown up in a really down to Earth and relatively normal family. I mean, obviously Tay has been singing since I was seven and she was fourteen, so we've grown in this environment, but like, as a younger sister she's still just my annoying older sister."

"So you two are close?" Travis is the one to ask, with a knowing smile. "At least you seemed it at the game the other day."

"Yes, she and I still have sleepovers in my bed when she comes to town. My boyfriend has had to sleep on the sofa in our living room more than a few nights because of it," She explains, having to laugh.

"Ah, and would this boyfriend be the one that you've been soft launching on your instagram?"

"Dude, how do you know what soft launching is?" Travis questions his brother, laughing, Thea unable to not join in.

"My wife taught me! Laugh it up," Jason answers defensively, although his eyebrows betray his display of annoyance for what it really is, amusement. "But come on Thea, give us the insider scoop on your mystery boy that everyone is losing their minds about on the internet."

"I'm pretty sure what everyone is really losing their minds about is my sister and your brother supposedly dating after last weeks game," Thea laughs, Travis blushing madly. "Do you have anything to say about that?"

"Oh I'm a fan of this line of questioning," Jason grins, nodding excitedly about what he knows is to come.

"Me too, Jason, me too," Thea agrees, going to say something else before being interrupted by a little voice through Jason's microphone.

"Antie Dee Dee!"

The blonde woman's face turns the shade of a Chiefs jersey, both men's faces showing surprise in the turn of events that Jason's daughter Wyatt has caused. The's no way to deny that this is the first time the three have really talked if Jason's daughter already calls her Antie.

"Baby Wy," Travis is the one to respond, coming out as a groan. "You just ruined a soft launch that was a year in the making!"

"Does this mean it's time?" Jason asks, eyes dotting back and forth between the other boxes on the screen.

Rather than answering, a still red Thea gets up from her chair, disappearing from her screen only to reappear in Travis' a moment later, kissing his forehead and sitting down on his lap.

"Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, I am not in fact dating Taylor Swift, but have been dating Dorthea Swift for the last two years," He announces, smiling brightly at the screen.

"He's become close with my sister, given their proximity in age, and I've clearly become close with his family in return," Dorthea takes the chance to explain.

"Yeah, the Kid is pretty cool, I guess," Jason chimes, leaning in the the microphone as if about to tell a secret. "She better be my sister-in-law one day or I will kill my brother."

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[godsfavoritebabe]

Gameday Lay

This is based on an ask from one of my new followers. It took me the longest because well, life. But I'm so excited to put this up.

Mature

Minors skedaddle.

It was Sunday, gameday, and Shelby was back to her regular shenanigans.  She was dressing up for another Chiefs game, hoping to grab the attention of a particular tight end.  She wore a jersey and basically a thong along with Jordans, the team's colors.  She looked in the mirror and thought she looked hot, which was an understatement.  Shelby was incredibly hot and everyone thought so.  She didn’t care about what everyone thought, she only cared about what Travis thought.

Travis, who was preparing for the Sunday night game couldn’t help but allow his mind to wonder what skimpy outfit Shelby would be wearing this week.  He thought back to last week, her bright red dress tight and shiny.  The material was so soft and he wished he would’ve been able to take it off her.

Today, he played his very best. He scored a total of 3 touchdowns and sacked 2 players. I guess you could say he was showing off for his audience. Even his little dances after each touchdown gave him just the response he was looking for. 

After the win, he eyed Shelby in her skimpy outfit and felt needy. He wanted her. But they were friends and he shouldn’t want his “friend”. 

She congratulated him after his win with a tight hug and kiss on the cheek. He hugged her a little too long and allowed his hands to rest near her ass long enough to raise her eyebrows. 

“Travis Kelce, did you just grab my ass?” Shelby asks and he chuckles uncomfortably. 

“What?!” He exclaims “Nah!” 

He tried playing off his embarrassment by playfully punching her on the arm.  She tried holding back her laughter but failed miserably.  

“What’s so funny?” he asked her, and she continued to laugh.  

“You grabbed my ass then punched my arm.  It was very immature of you and hilarious,” she replies to him when her laughing finally subsides.  

“Sorry,” he states, then licks his lip casually. His eyes cover her like a blanket as he clears his throat. 

“Killa Trav!” Patrick exclaims, then jumps on his shoulders. 

“Amazing job my man! You really put it all out there!” He congratulates Travis and they hug tightly. 

“Well Kelce, I’ll see you later,” Shelby states then nods her head toward Patrick. 

“Yeah, yeah!” Travis replies and she walks toward the group of girls she came with. 

“Please get that celebratory lay,” Patrick tells Travis in an advisory tone. 

It was later that night when Travis ran into Shelby at a party that he finally decided not to tiptoe around his growing sexual feelings for her. She was sitting with a few of her friends and laughing wildly at whatever joke was told. 

“Hey,” Travis softly states and Shelby turns around. 

“Kelce,” she replies and places a hand on his shoulder. 

“I will catch up with you people in a second,” she tells her friends and gives Travis her undivided attention. 

They stepped outside and started a simple conversation. 

“Did you wanna pop by my house later?” Travis casually asks, leaning against the building. 

“Okay, yeah,” she replies “You having a little afterparty?” 

“I guess you could say that,” he replies, purposely making his voice sound deeper than it was.  

“Okay, what time?” she asks and he hesitates before replying.  

“Umm, maybe 10,” he answers and she nods.  

Ten o'clock couldn’t roll around fast enough.  When his doorbell finally rang, he was casually pouring himself his 2nd bourbon.  

He opened his front door to the vision of Shelby leaning against the doorframe with a twinkle in her eye.  

“I expected a ton of people to pop up,” Shelby states as she walks inside. “But I guess I’m early,” 

“Who said there would be a ton of people?” he replies as she sits on the long couch that looks like it would be in a minimalist painting.  

“Can I get you a drink?” he leans his head sideways and they make eye contact.  

“Am I the first girl you’ve had over at this new place?” she asks him and he shrugs.  

“You know how it is,” he begins “I’m busy. And plus, I don’t just wanna get laid,” 

“That’s right, you’re old and mature,” Shelby jokes and he sits beside her.  

“Not old, just mature and tired of the young fuckboy bullshit,” he huffs then she chuckles. 

“So if a girl wanted more than just to fuck you,” she begins then takes a breath “What would you say?” 

“Depends on the girl,” 

“Kelce, come on,” 

“Shelby,” he chuckles lightly. “You’re not gonna like how clingy I’ll be or how much I’ll wanna be with you,” 

“You don’t know that,” she tells him then stands up and walks through his house, toward his bedroom. 

“Shelby,” he groans and follows her.  She is found sitting on the edge of his king-sized bed.  It was perfectly made, a little too neatly to be true.  

“I’ve never been on your bed before,” she tells him and he sits beside her.  

“True,” 

“I like your room, it’s chill, and I like the lighting,” she observes as her eyes travel across the room.  

She walks over to the long, wide window that gave a nice view of the city.  He trails her and his hands find their way to her waist.  

“Kelce,” she softly states then turns to him.  Her eyes lock with his and her hands touch his muscular shoulders.  She tiptoes to kiss his lips.  His kiss is soft, yet firm.  His hands grip her waist as their kiss deepens.  She guides him over to his bed and he sits in front of her.  He kisses her neck as she stands between his legs.  Her hands rub his head while he removes her top.  

“Looks like you’ll be getting laid,” she states as she lifts his shirt over his head.  

“Yeah, lucky me,” he replies and their lips meet.  Their kisses intensify and he pulls her on top of him.  

“Here, let me,” he huffs as she kisses the side of his neck.  He pushes her on her back and kisses down her body.  The sight of him between her legs made her melt.  His red hair looked like fire as his tongue met her clit.  

“Oh my god,” Shelby moans loudly as his kitten licks start getting her close to finishing.  He pulls her lower body closer to his face and licks up and down her slit.  

The noises she made, got him harder by the second and when she came, he felt himself slightly unravel.  He grabbed a condom from his dresser and slid it on quickly.

He traveled up her body and kissed her lips.  She flipped them over and got on top of him.  He smiled at the view of her.  She slid herself down his length and he groaned, not expecting to feel so winded.

“Oh Shelby,” he moans as she continues to ride him.  His hands guide her hips up and down.  HIs eyes follow the bounce of her tits and her facial expressions.  

She leans her head back and moans when his fingers rub her clit. 

“Oh god,” he groans as she tightens around him.  

“Don’t do that,” he huffs

“Do what?” she asks innocently, pressing her hands down on his chest and tightening around him again.  

“Damnit Shelby,” he shouts then finishes inside her.  “You know what you did,”

“Mission accomplished,” she whispers as his hips involuntarily jab upward.  

“You did that on purpose,” he whines and she lays beside him.  

“So you won a game and got laid today,” Shelby states after a moment.  “Lucky you,” 

“Lucky me,” he repeats, then turns on his side to look at her.  

“Will you stay the night?” he asks as she sits up, holding his sheets to her chest.  

“Yeah,” she replies, then kisses his forehead.  “You obviously need me,” 

Sooooo.... I hope you guys enjoyed that!! Because I had a lot of fun writing it!! Like, reblog, comment.  Give me the whole shebang! 

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[jolenes-doppelganger]

Twisted Motives (Chpt. 2)

Larissa Weems x Fem!reader

Previous Chapter

Chapter 2: Cat and Mouse

Summary: Following Y's brief encounter with Principal Weems in the forest of Jericho, a new tension bubbles between the two women. All seems lost until both women make a tentative compromise, a sort of olive-branch in their defensive standstill, but when tragedy brings the people of the D'je tribe to their knees, Y is once again faced with the reality that no one is safe, even in the presence of someone who appears to mean well.

Established world-building is critical- Read previous chapter!

Warnings: Angst, fire related tragedy, minor character death, tragedy is the result of a race-fueled hate-crime.

Word Count: 5k words (DAMN)

The deep winter breezes that came down from Canada surged through the reservation. Rain poured down and onto the panels as Y slept. Upon waking up, the rain had disappeared, burned away by the soft golden sunshine that poured through her window panes. She lived in a small two bedroom, one bathroom cottage at the end of Birch Street, a small little road that was obscured from most of the reservation by massive clusters of birch and red maple trees. Y lived alone. Every once in a while Sierra would come spend the night, but the home was virtually empty, devoid of activity. This inactivity led to peaceful, slow-going mornings, mornings that left Y to her thoughts.

This mornings thoughts weren't peaceful, fantasy filled scenes from her most recent book idea, they were anxious, depressed rambles. Her sleep had been a mix of conscious and unconscious stresses. Chief Vera hadn't reacted well to the news of Y's possible sighting, but no one could have blamed Y. The headwinds were strong, coming westward from the coast. It would have taken an exhausting amount of strength to prevent straying that far from the safety of the reservation forests. But that wasn't what troubled Y, it was the look on Larissa's face. Had it been recognition, was it just the light that had tricked Y into misreading her facial expressions? It was complicated, a cumbersome game of memory and personal attachments. By the time Y had replayed that night for the billionth time, the scene had shifted so drastically from true memory that whatever she was chasing would ultimately be untrue, a twisted version of what really happened that night.

Y adjusted her lorid for the billionth time, relieved that she would once again be adding more layers of fabric as the moon waned. Her close call with recognition had left her both exhilarated and deeply troubled. A sighting meant scrutiny, and scrutiny would only lead to outsiders meddling in D'je affairs, poking, prodding, and ensnaring the people in barbed wire accusations and double-edged trick questions. The D'je tribe was united in these fears. It seemed Y wasn't the only close call that night. Asher, a young teenager had flown too close to the city of Jericho and sparked yet another manhunt for the Jersey Devil. The headwinds weren't to blame in his case. But he was young, it was only natural that he would be too curious, too independent, but the tribe had limited patience for such youthful eccentricities. It was reported that a team of paranormal investigators would be traveling into the city within the week, only adding to the hysteria the recent bear attacks had poured upon the sleepy town. The D'je tribe would once again sacrifice their peace, a hyper-vigilance would descend once more, preventing anyone from having the luxury of being a little careless.

But Y wasn't troubled only because of the incident. Larissa herself was a player in this game of fear and blame. It appeared that another body had been spotted upon a hilltop not two miles from the encounter between Weems and Y, a coincidence that bothered Y. True, Larissa Weems was the stunning example of a devoted community member, but the rumors never seemed to cease their badgering of the Nevermore community, no matter how respected. These whispers had reached Y before she had even left town, even in childhood had she known of the rumors of Nevermore, and the strange woman who led the school. Principal Weems was a fellow outcast, a liar, a con-artist, and the most banal and twisted of all the Nevermore freaks, these rumors had declared. Y wasn't one to believe such rumors, to so blindly follow lecherous lies, yet her fears could be described as warranted, even acceptably cautious.

Times were tough. The same sets of eyes that had pushed Y away from her beloved career had once again returned to wreak havoc on her quiet paradise, the home she had the great honor of calling her first. But such thoughts were desolate, conniving. Y wearily shook her head once more, taking a glass in hand and swallowing the various vitamins she'd been prescribed. Taking a moment to collect herself, Y glanced up at the mirror that hung in front of her dresser. The face that looked back was young, well nourished and healthy, yet the eyes were haggard; the eyes of a woman too well accustomed to hardship. Shoving the feeling of despair that threatened to bubble outward, Y slowly gathered her satchel and small backpack that served as a container for both her personal belongings and her lunch.

Making her way out of the door, Y sighed as she was greeted by the brightness of the day. The worst was already behind her.

<^*-------------------*^>

Two short knocks were all the warning Y gave before slowly opening Principal Weem's door. She was expected, and last night's events had done nothing to improve her patience. The sooner this meeting was concluded, the better. Too much time in Larissa's presence could pose to be dangerous.

"Ms. Y, I'm shocked by your assertiveness," Larissa mused, briefly glancing over a document.

Y made no reply. What good was a retort? She stood solemnly against the back of the door, waiting for the cue to come forward.

"Please, be seated," Larissa gestured, and Y became so.

"You've read the documents?"

Y glanced up at Larissa, noting the dark lines that extended below her eyes. She was tense, and distracted, and it worried Y

"At the expense of my prep-period, yes," Y nodded.

Larissa's gaze became fixed upon Y. The document was dropped, and an intense silence filled the room. Y clenched her fist. She was being too defensive.

"I've never known you to be cold, especially to someone who means well," Larissa verbosely murmured.

Y felt a twinge of guilt, like a child being reprimanded for talking back to their mother, but Y wouldn't play that game. For all she knew, Larissa was as aware of what happened the previous night as Y was. Now was not the time to let her guard down.

"I'm sorry Principal Weems, I fear I've let recent events worsen my previously frayed patience,"

Larissa nodded, and Y bit back a sigh. Both women were tense, eyeing each other with caution and a bit of scorn. Gently clasping her hands together, Larissa leveled her head, unclenching her jaw and forcing a smile.

"So, what is your tentative decision?" Larissa asked, quirking an eyebrow.

Y took a measured breath, clearing her throat.

"I have decided to return to New York following the spring semester, a decision I must insist remain permanent," Y calmly stated. "It appears that as rewarding and refreshing as this experience was, I am still inclined to the solitude of personal creation in a city I've come to accept as my home away from home,"

Larissa's smile faltered. Looking down at the document once more she sniffed, raising her eyes upwards, making blisteringly cold eye contact with Y.

"Abandoning your people so soon?"

Y was left speechless. This woman had no right to comment on Y's personal life, her personal relationships!

"I beg your pardon?" Y scoffed. "What sense of community have you mistakenly exalted against me that you would accuse me of turning my back against my own tribe, a tribe you have no claim to!" Y snapped, to the utter astonishment of Larissa.

Clenching her jaw, Larissa cursed under her breath, sniffing in disdain.

"Ms. Y, if you are this defensive to every comment I make, you will find my patience will run dry," Larissa threatened. "I meant that of your Nevermore family, the family you turn your back upon as misfortune takes a brief repose upon the steps of Nevermore!" she continued, voice slowly climbing in both volume and octave.

It was Y's nonplus that brought both women to a standstill. Y slowly mulled over Larissa's words, words sinking in as hot bile crept up her throat.

"Turn my back?" Y hissed. She loved these students, she'd been there for these students! "I have done nothing that would deem me worthy of being accused-"

"-Accuse you of what you rightfully guilty of? Well wouldn't that be an utter shame,"

Y bolted to a standing position, briefly towering over Larissa, watching as an nondescript emotion flickered over her face before she rose to her full height.

"You're running. Running from the rabble, the unceasingly pestering eyes and rumors, and hate-filled lies that have followed you since you were born, and yet you think that yours is too unique a burden to bear. My dear, you are wrong," Larissa heaved, finger situated squarely between Y's collarbones. "You belong here. I refuse to accept your absence, I have come to expect your presence like the ocean expects the pull of the moon,"

For a brief moment, Y was moved to quiet silence. Larissa's words were poetic, touching in a way most intimately caring. But glancing down, Y saw the painted nail that sat just inches away from her chest, and that brief compassion was gone.

"Tell me how you know more about my problems than myself?"

Larissa's gaze became livid, blue eyes filled with such vengeance Y felt she would become scorched if she held it for too long. Curling up her fist, Larissa took a step forward, bending forward until her blue eyes were all Y could see.

"Because I too, am a freak," Larissa croaked.

Tears bubbled up in the rims of Larissa's eyes, and Y couldn't fight the desire to avert her gaze. Slowly taking a step back, Y began to calculate her next response. This conversation should have been an easy yes or no agreement, yet they were clawing at each other's throats like rabid dogs. There would be room for a compromise later, at a future date when the world wasn't so filled with hatred, where both women could calmly come to agreement. So Y would postpone her answer.

"I will make my decision following the end of the spring semester," Y gently stated, turning back towards Larissa.

Larissa's face broke out in a wide smile, teary and relieved in a way that begrudgingly warmed Y's heart. Coming forward, Larissa closed the distance between them. Panic filled Y's mind and she made every effort to stop the embrace of the blessedly tall woman. It was tight, and warm, and messy. But it wasn't relaxing. Every fiber in Y's body screamed to push this woman away before she noticed the bulge on her back, or the unnaturally sturdy build of the lorid. It was over as quickly as it was enacted, and Y breathed a sigh of relief as her lorid remained pinned to her head.

"Sorry, I don't know what came over me," Larissa hastily apologized, "I-I don't usually go to such, erm, affectionate extents to thank fellow educators,"

"It's alright," Y gulped, "Just, never, do that again, especially-" Y trailed off.

Both women stood in awkward silence, avoiding eye-contact and searching for an end to this most unique encounter. Thoughts raced through Y's head, motives and distressed wonderings. She needed an escape, now! The soft ding of the morning school bell broke the tension, and quickly offered an escape plan for both parties. Relief flooded Y's mind and she quickly gathered up her book bag.

"I've got a class to teach, can this wait?" Y hastily asked.

"Yes, we've more to discuss, so I'll meet with you during your prep period?" Larissa nodded.

Y winced a little, headache brewing for the future pesters she would receive about the grade book. Larissa's eyes flickered in understanding.

"Oh, sorry, your papers," Larissa mumbled. "Are you available after hours?"

"Yes," Y called, halfway out the door. "Bye!" she called before making a break for her classroom.

Y left Larissa standing in her classroom, wishing she would have caught a glimpse of her expression before she'd fled.

<^*-----------------*^>

Today's classes were anything but easy-going. Y's students were on edge, jittery and excitedly swapping stories about the Jersey Devil sighting and the human remains found up in the forest. Several theories were drafted, none Y felt were very creative, but it made her prep period sweeter. In truth, the papers were just outlines of a story, the actual "assignment" part of the story piñatas. Following the end of the school day, Y patiently waited for Principal Weems to appear, but no appearance was ever made. The papers were quietly graded, and Y killed the extra time in limbo reorganizing some cabinets that remained unpacked.

Would Y have spent all night waiting? Maybe. But a pressing call from Sierra sent her home at her regular hours. A brief note was scrawled and left on her desk, should Larissa finally attend their meeting, but Y doubted she would read it. The phone call itself that drew Y from work? Another problem.

"Chief Vera has called an emergency gathering. It's bad," Sierra cried from the other end of the phone.

"Sierra, what happened?" Y solemnly asked.

Her sister just cried, and Y could make out the sound of sirens. had someone died?

"Just get here as fast as possible," Sierra pleaded

The entire drive to the reservation was tense. Barely acknowledging stop-signs and speed limits, Y's driving was reckless, hastily flicking turn signals on and off indiscriminately to the frustration of other drivers. Pulling into the reservation, Y was met with flashing lights and the drone of police sirens. An ambulance and firetruck blocked the main entrance to the reservation, so Y was forced to turn around and take the backroads. Pulling onto the gravel roads, into the neighborhood, Y gasped as she saw the giant plume of smoke that trailed up through the trees. Finding a parking spot a good 300 feet from the burning building, Y sprinted towards the mass of people that gathered around the taped off evacuation area.

The gathering hall was up in flames. Tribe members gathered around and wailed in anguish as firefighters attempted to put out the fire. Running up to the crowd, Y began to scream for her sister and her mother, scanning the crowd for their heads. A pair of hands grabbed Y's shoulder, and she turned around in shock to meet the embrace of Sierra.

"Y, oh my god," Sierra sobbed.

She was a mess, clothes hanging off her frame; she'd dressed in a hurry. Her knees and hands were singed with soot. Damn her, she shouldn't have put herself in danger!

"What happened?" Y gasped, tears filling her eyes.

"Someone set fire to the hall while Aunt Cara was taking the kindergartners on a brief tour of the moon pool," Sierra sobbed. "Someone threw in a Molotov cocktail, the place went up in flames immediately!"

Bright amber flames surged as plumes of dark smoke clouded the sky. Barriers kept the group away from their hall, men, women, children and elderly all gathered around in a group of hundreds, crying and intermittently breaking out in sorrowful refrains of song. The tribe could only watch as their most sacred ritual site slowly turned into a mass of burnt wood and soot. The carved wooden statues, the various meeting rooms, the moon pool. It was all charred. This wasn't just an attack on the lives of the people, it was an attack on their tradition, and attack on their connection to their deity, their ancestors, their very souls.

Most of the children had been pulled out by the villagers, frail bodies coughing and choking on smoke. The villagers had acted rapidly, wheeling out nebulizers to those who could barely breathe, and the rest were quickly put under the care of Dr. Mera, one of the few members of the D'je tribe that could administer medical care without facing scrutiny of the general public. Y watched in horror as a firefighter rushed in to pull out the last two boys. Their wings were bound under their clothes, but their lorids hung loose. The firefighters immediately moved to remove the excess fabric, but they were stopped by Naver, a nurse and part-time first responder. She was the only member of the tribe allowed past the yellow tape, a small mercy.

Instead of removing fabric, Naver simply poured cold water over their faces and directed the first responders to wheel the boys into the small hospital that lay on the other side of the big field separating the gathering hall from the houses and other buildings on the reservation. Y could see the confusion in the faces of the first responders, but they didn't argue with the orders of Naver. Under no circumstances were the children to be taken to local hospitals, this she had made clear. Sufficient medical care could be provided on the reservation, and so it would be. The secret of the D'je people would not be uncovered today. Even if they had to forcefully remove their young from the grasp of the local authorities, they would not allow them to be examined. The dead body of Aunt Cara would not be subjected to an autopsy, she'd been wheeled away like the rest before Y's eyes. Once pronounced dead she had been taken away and wheeled to what would be the temporary embalming chamber in an unused wing of the medical center. The thought made Y wince. Rituals were done in the gathering hall, and though the resident holy woman, Avera, would do her best to follow tradition, there was still the chance Cara's soul would wander until the ceremony could be properly completed in the gathering hall.

Chief Vera began to slowly chorale the mass, instructing various members to grab the necessary items. A drum circle was formed in the open field that lay a good seventy feet from the tragedy. The people were led in song, weeping and wailing to the beat of the drums. Y danced and cried with her people Very few watched the fire slowly die away, none missed the sound of the sirens as they faded away. Those able to dance did so, those able to sing raised their voices in song. The people mourned, for the people were attacked, but through the people they would return. This was the way, this was the survival method by which their ancestors had survived, and so this was the way they would survive.

As the last embers died away, Y softly combed away the stray hairs that fell from her youngest sister's face. Maya was seven, just a few years older than the children who were now fighting for their lives in the local hospital. All of the kindergartners had made it out alive. Select few were still hooked up to nebulizers, but most would return to daily activities within the week. By some miracle none had been badly burned. The police had theorized that in the first few moments of the fire, Aunt Cara had gathered the children and pushed them against the south doors before passing out from the smoke. People had opened the doors from there, pulling out children before the smoke became too much. Aunt Cara had passed out too soon, Sierra herself had tried to reach her before she'd been pulled back. Cara never breathed another clean breath before dying. Mother and child were lost, and so mother and child would be mourned.

This was done through hair cutting. As Aunt Cara was Y's maternal aunt, it was custom that hair be cut following her passing. Four inches were cut for the forty decades Cara had lived, two inches were cut for the baby, one to symbolize the life they would live in the great beyond, and the other for the life that would have been. Gathering six inches of Maya's hair, Y began to softly sing, a tune taught by Aunt Cara herself. Maya whimpered as her hair was cut. She had gorgeous brown hair, to the pride of Y's family. Most of it was cut this evening. Y gently held Maya and kissed away her tears. She remembered the hair cutting ceremony that had taken place when her father had died. She'd been only a few months older than Maya. Fresh tears fell down her face as she recalled that ceremony. It was Aunt Cara who'd cut her hair; no one in her immediate family could soothe Y into staying still for the scissors.

Five six-inch bundles of hair would be buried with Aunt Cara. One from Y's mother, two from Sierra and Maya, and the last two from Y and her younger brother Kairo. A few words would be shared, their favorite memory. Y already knew which memory she would tell, which song she would lead her family in singing. Cara would live on in this way until she could be properly let go. Baby and mother would be remembered and called upon until the gathering hall was rebuilt. There was nothing more tragic than being forced to walk the earth without your memory being recalled.

As the sun began to dot the horizon, Y finally picked up her phone. There were ten notifications. Eight missed calls from 'Larissa Weems', one voicemail from 'Larissa Weems', one text from 'Larissa Weems'. Hands shaking with emotion, Y opened up the text message. It simply read "Call me when you get the chance, I will be waiting".

A stronger woman would have waited until true daybreak to return her calls. This would have provided Y with a clearer mind, a mind rested and prepared to mediate her own weaknesses, but Y had lost too much this night to truly regret losing more. Smiling through the tears that threated to spill down her face, Y hit the call button and waited for Larissa to pick up.

<^*-----------------*^>

The students of Nevermore gathered inside the main courtyard. An emergency drive had been arranged by Principal Weems and several other prominent staff members following the first news break of the tragedy at the D'je reservation. Students had been awakened forty minutes before standard time and select staff were arranged to guide the students in preparation for both the drive and the gathering that would take place after lunch. A brief memorial ceremony was enacted, a moment of silence offered by all thirty staff members and 300 students of the Nevermore academy. It was touching, and although it wasn't half as passionate as the D'je memorial enacted the previous night, it touched Y's heart.

Being the only staff member of the D'je tribe, Y was expected to speak, an honor made burdensome by both her sorrow and exhaustion. She was nervous, and unprepared. It was a struggle even reaching the podium, so clogged was the ceremony. Standing upon the podium, Y gulped as panic and intense claustrophobia threatened to send her back down to the ground. Everything she had planned to say left her thoughts, and Y began to search the crowd for any hint, any student that could meet her gaze and offer support. Hot embarrassment shot through Y's core as she cleared her throat anxiously.

A hand gently came to rest atop of hers, and Y turned to meet the gaze of Principal Weems. Kind, exhausted eyes bored into her own, encouraging her, providing a firm cornerstone to lean upon, a brief sense of gratitude fluttered through Y, momentarily overpowering her anxiety.

"Students of Nevermore Academy," Y shakily began. "As the representing member of the D'je tribe, I am both honored and nervous to accept this generous display of support,"

Students began to bristle and talk amongst themselves. Where was this teacher going with this? Most were bored. They couldn't be blamed, they had no connection to the tragedy at the reservation. Most students didn't have a class with this woman on the podium, and those that did attempted to pay attention for the base courtesy of someone in power. Y wasn't bothered by this narrative. She'd been asked to speak, and so she would.

"My time here has been brief, but filled with the must kind, accepting relationships I've had the honor of garnering. As one of the kindest, most nurturing staff members once told me..." Y stated, eyes briefly flickering around the crowd, "...Nevermore is a people, a community built not on the foundation of simple camaraderie, but rather a foundation built of the understanding that we are not alone. We are not alone in our differences, in our quirks, our many eccentricities, and our values. I have been blessed to call Nevermore my home away from home, and I pledge to all students that as long as I have the honor of teaching here, you will not be alone, for during my tribe's darkest moments, you have shown us support and kindness that will never be forgotten. Thank you," Y concluded.

Heart pumping with adrenaline, Y shakily watched the mixed reactions of the students. Some cheered, some were teary-eyed, some seemed bored. It was all to be expected Y mused, it was a cheesy speech, and most of it was bullshit. But it was the kind of bullshit that impressed those who had something to gain from the tragedy.

"That was fantastic, I knew you'd pull through," Larissa winked. "Your prep period is next, yes?"

"Yes," Y nodded.

"See you then," Larissa preened.

Y smiled, watching Larissa gently gather the students for dismissal. She was too peppy, too bubbly. Wasn't this a memorial? Y cracked her knuckles, droning out the sound of her voice. She was pissed at herself for being such a pawn, such a victim, the kind of victim that the local news crew that stood in the back would eat up. "Support and kindness that would never be forgotten?" Y's stomach churned. It was a hate-crime. Someone in this community had taken it upon themselves to burn their gathering hall to the ground, and what were the police doing about it? Fuck all! The police report would be pushed to the back, forgotten about until it was too late to follow the clues and arrest the terrorist that had harmed her people. The police would find a more pressing matter and that would be it. The tragedy would be over and any further attempts of the tribe to find justice would be criticized as a cash grab.

Y barely contained the urge to storm off the stage, or worse, push Larissa off the podium. She'd done nothing but pledge the support of Nevermore to her tribe, a bunch of bullshit that would never happen, once again overshadowed when more pressing matters came up. This was a publicity circus, and Y would have no more of it. Floating from the crowd, Y broke out in a run as soon as she was out of sight, making a beeline to her classroom.

Writing a coarse email to another colleague requesting her class be supervised for the last period of her day, Y pulled out a substitute sheet and detailed the brief instructions for her students and supervising teacher. It was another craft day, and if the students had extra time afterwards they could work on drafting the presentation. Easy. Done.

Briefly CC-ing Larissa, Y scribbled an extra note on her desk, citing fatigue and all around grief as the reason for her absence. Y didn't care if this threw a wrench in Larissa's plans, her life was too fucked for any sort of compassion for those around her to cross her thoughts. Shutting her door, Y hastily walked past the throngs of students that poured through the entry hall. The tall figure of Principal Weems towered over the students, and Y watched as a confused look overshadowed her face. Y didn't give her time to reach out, or worse, call her name, quickly pushing past the double doors of the exit and running to her car.

<^*-----------------*^>

On the drive home all Y did was replay the last two days of her life. The flight, the unfortunate head wind that had driven her over to the clearing, the eye contact she had made with Larissa, the conversation, the phone call, the fire, the terrible memorial service. All of it blurred together, but no matter which way she replayed the events, her mind continued to snag on Larissa, well specifically two moments. The forest and the argument were played in parallel, and Y eventually narrowed down each memory to one moment. It was the look in the forest, and that look in Larissa's eyes when Y had first stood up that appeared too similar. Larissa's eyes had widened, mouth slightly agape, eyebrows raised. In both instances the look had been brief, but the more she compared them, the more it became clear that they were the same emotion. Recognition? No. Anger? Most certainly not. Annoyance? No. Excitement? Nope. Brief nonplus? Maybe? No it couldn't be. She'd been taken aback, worried, maybe even fearful-

Fear.

Oh my god. She'd been afraid.

Thoughts raced through Y's head. Larissa Weems had been afraid of Y, she'd seen something menacing, something other, something that sparked that primal desire in her mind to react, to run, to fight.

Larissa knew. That's why she'd been so insistent on siding with Y, trying to bargain with her, "I too am a freak". She'd said it! She fucking said it! Traditions didn't make someone a freak! It was someone's being, someone's appearance. Calling someone a freak based on their cultural practices would be unheard of to Larissa's vocabulary, but horns? A winged demon flying from the night sky? That was a freak!

"I've been so blind!" Y gasped, slowly beginning to cry.

Pulling off the road, Y hastily pulled out her phone, and called her Mom.

"Y, honey, aren't you at work?" her mother's soft voice asked.

"Mama," Y sobbed. "Larissa knows!"

A brief gasp sounded on the other end of the phone.

"Larissa, who's this Larissa? A student?"

"No Mama, she's Larissa Weems, she's the principal of Nevermore. My employer," Y choked, "She was the one, she, she-"

"Baby breathe," her mother begged.

"She saw me in the woods," Y finally got out.

Her mother hummed. "And you didn't think to say anything?"

"I thought she wouldn't recognize me, I just realized, she gave it away Mama,"

Silence filled the other end of the line.

"Are you at work?"

"No, I left,"

"Good. Get home. Now."

A/N: This chapter was HEAVY. First and foremost, my biggest concern was portraying the D'je tribe's tragedy with both respect and sensitivity, but also with as little plot holes as possible. Although this tribe is fictional, hate-crimes are not, and therefore even fictional they MUST be portrayed as wrong, and deeply hurtful to a community both on a small, intimate scale, and as a larger, wounding event. Secondly, Larissa isn't a dumbass. There was no way of brushing off the sighting or the later conflict as two separate occurrences, so I needed them to connect, which is why there was sooooo much description in between dialogues. And the angst? You guessed it, necessary. Yes this is a ship, yes it is slow burn, yes it is gonna be enemies to lovers! Ugh my absolutely favorite. I digress. Expect more angst and some steam next chapter- I've done all of the larger world-building necessary to make this story feel both believable and be truly rewarding when we do finally get the steam. Stay tuned! All future and past chapters will be posted on my masterlist which is linked to the pinned "Navigation" post on my dashboard.

#Larissa weems x reader #Larissa weems #principal weems x reader #principal weems #wednesday #Larissa weems angst #enemies to lovers #worldbuilding #principal weems angst

[preet-01]

Daniel comforting Josh after the playoffs loss against the chiefs would hit

Josh knows that Daniel’s in Australia. Warm and cuddled up to his family. Probably watching the game with his dad and Blake while wearing Josh’s jersey and those tiny shorts that he loved so much.

Josh had wanted to play good for him. Maybe if he played good and won, then Daniel would grin at him in that way only Daniel does. That way he’s seen Daniel grin at the Dutch guy that won’t leave Daniel alone in videos or the paddock. Man does Josh not like that guy, but he would never say a thing to Daniel because Daniel likes him so Josh tolerates him.

But it hadn’t turned out how Josh wanted. No they’d lost by 3 points. And Daniel isn’t here. Josh had lost and Daniel isn’t here.

Josh does the things expected of him. Says a few words to the team, motivation for next year. He speaks to the coaches and changes out of his team kit. He’d much rather head home and shower in his own bathroom than stick around to commiserate.

“Head up, yeah, we’ll get them next year,” someone says as he’s leaving Highmark.

Fuck, he wants to be wrapped around Daniel. But Daniel’s in Perth, surrounded by his family and whichever one of his friends trekked out to visit him.

So he’s very surprised when he sees a bundled up figure leaning against his car.

“Dan? What? How?” Josh questions, shocked but pleased at the sight of Daniel. He’s covered head to toe, but Josh can see the slightest hint of his jersey peaking out.

“I have some meetings in New York later in the week and thought I’d come early to surprise you,” Daniel replies wrapping himself around Josh. “Would’ve been here earlier if not for the delays.”

“Doesn’t matter as long as I get to hold you right now,” Josh replies. He doesn’t care that he sounds like a sappy boyfriend, not when he’s got Daniel in his arms after that hellish game ending.

#dosh #daniel ricciardo x josh allen #Daniel and his harem of boyfriends #f1

[seeminglyranch87]

Taylor & Travis Timeline

December 2023 - part 2

December 10 - Chiefs v Buffalo Bills, Arrowhead Stadium, Kansas City.

Travis Kelce arriving ahead of game

Taylor flies into Kansas City to attend the Chiefs game with her cousins, Travis' cousins & friends at Arrowhead Stadium

Travis made a brilliant play contributing to a touch down but was denied due to a team mates penalty.

During the game, NFL announcer and former Dallas Cowboys quarterback Tony Romo referred to her as "Travis' wife" while on the air with announcing partner Jim Nantz.

"As you see, Kelce's wife, Taylor Swift, in the audience," Romo pointed out, quickly correcting himself and saying, "I'm sorry -- girlfriend."

"Not yet," Nantz said in response.

Chiefs were defeated 17 - 20.

Taylor and Travis leave the stadium together

Taylor and Travis together with team mates, coaches friends and family gather at Miracle Pop Up Bar

Travis' barber shares a photo of Taylor and Travis (x)

Lots of photos emerge from the party with Taylor and travis taking photos with friends - these have been cropped...

December 11 - Taylor is nominated for a Golden Globe for The Eras tour movie.

USA Today reports that Taylor has donated $1 million to a Tennessee tornado relief Fund (x) after a Tornado ravaged the state on Saturday 9 Dec.

ET article (x)

According to Cheterah Jackson, a Columbus, Ohio-based real estate agent and friend of Travis', the couple rented a luxury bus to transport their group and reserved the Christmas bar in downtown Kansas City for friends and family. 

Jackson tells ET, "My boyfriend Calvin Locke... is Travis' friend and has known him since the 7th grade. We were in the suite at the game, which was filled with family and friends."

"Taylor is an absolute sweetheart. She is very down-to-earth and kind." 

"Taylor and Travis are so in love. It was so cute seeing them together and I can see them getting married"  

December 12 - Taylor returns to NYC. Pictured with Miles & Keleigh Teller

December 13 - New Heights Ep. 68 airs (x 5:05)

Jason and Travis limit talking about Taylor although when the brothers chat about the No.1 & No.2 sales of NFL jerseys in the UK, they give credit to Swifties for helping with the success of topping the sales and Travis gives a "shout out to Kylie and Taylor." Travis suggests that perhaps they could "find our way over there this off season and say hello to everyone in person" and record a live show in the UK. Jason replies "we also got an opportunity to do one in Australia - we could make it a world tour"

Any one know of an international pop star who may be touring in the UK and Australia in 2024 that coincides with the NFL off season? Are the Kelce brothers hinting that Travis and perhaps Jason will join Taylor on tour next year? It should be noted that Patrick Mahomes has also raised the idea of possibly catching the Era's Tour in Europe in the off season too...

The boys answer "No Dumb Questions" from handle "metal-as-hell", a reference to Taylor's TIME article calling Travis "metal as hell" when he publicly declared his interest in dating Taylor.

Taylor Swift's 34th Birthday - Taylor heads to Banzarbar, NYC with friends to celebrate her birthday into the early hours of the morning - Happy Birthday Taylor! The paps even broke out into song to sing Taylor "Happy Birthday". Note Travis remained in KC with commitments to the Chiefs. This was expected.

December 14 - Taylor and friends share photos from the birthday celebration the evening before (x)

December 15 - Taylor is named Billboard's No.1 Greatest Pop Star (x)

It didn’t seem possible that anyone could have a year this dominant: not this deep into the streaming era, not this long after the oft-proclaimed death of the monoculture, not when the entire industry seems to be in crisis over how to capture and hold onto listener attention. It was a year not to be judged against Swift’s 2023 peers, but against the entirety of modern pop history. 

There is no wasted potential with Taylor Swift, no what ifs – the chance was there for her to have one of the greatest years any pop star has ever had, and you know that she grabbed it. Taylor was here. No one who was around for her 2023 will ever forget it.

With reference to Taylor's relationship with Travis, Billboard's Andrew Unterberger says:

... rumors were beginning to swirl about her and Kelce. The Chiefs star had become increasingly coy in his comments about the pop icon, saying he’d invited her to come see him play a home game (after he’d seen her Eras show in Kansas City that July). She did indeed do just that on the September 24th, with her presence at Arrowhead sending both the worlds of sports and pop culture into a frenzy, and leading to numerous posts and videos of non-football-conversant Swifties sharing the sport’s rules with one another, so they could better understand what was happening in between the shots of their hero in a private box with Kelce’s mom Donna.  From then on, every Sunday (and a couple Mondays and Thursdays) of 2023 was overtaken with Taylor talk: Would she be showing up at the Chiefs’ next game? What other celebrities would she be attending with? What kind of Kelce swag would she be wearing, and what would that mean about their relationship? What do you mean Kansas City is on a bye week?While Swift’s short relationship with Healy was extremely controversial to Swifties and her long relationship with Alwyn was largely uninteresting to everyone else, her love story with Kelce – a well-liked, unproblematic figure, a Super Bowl-winning superstar as an athlete with enough of a Q rating as a celebrity to host SNL – was universally accessible, and found near-100% public approval. You didn’t need deep grounding in Swift Lore to understand the relationship, because it just felt right: the All-American athlete dating the All-American pop star. 

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