#the way i celebrated this kiss like my team just won the biggest cup there is 😂😂

[itsallaboutbl]

OH WOOOOOOOOW NOW YES!!!! THAT IS A KISS 🔥🔥

#the way i celebrated this kiss like my team just won the biggest cup there is 😂😂 #taeyi x seheon #jazz for two #esme comments

[fallinallincurls]

imagine trying to help mr cale makar with his hangover after all the partying and drinking they’ve done. you would have to basically watch him take the painkillers for his headache. maybe make him an easy breakfast so it wouldn’t upset his stomach. he would definitely be embarrassed about everything he said or did to you while he was drunk. cue the blushy red cheeks again.

“i did what last night?” cale asks in complete shock, almost dropping his water bottle. he just took some advil, thanks to your endless convincing, to help cure his hangover from all the partying the night before when the avs finally won the cup.

“which part are you talking about? you attempting to do body shots off of mikko or refusing to put your shirt on and instead dressing the cup? or maybe how you did the famous dirty dancing move with me in the middle of the bar?” you recount all the crazy memories from the night before, giggling between words as you make cale breakfast.

“no, stop, there’s no way any of that happened.” your boyfriend shakes his head in disbelief as he sits down at the kitchen island.

“oh it did, baby. i even have proof.” you say sweetly, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek before running a hand through his hair which is all messed up this early in the morning.

“why did you let me drink so much? i probably looked like the biggest idiot on the team.” cale groans, dropping his head into his hands. “and now my head is killing me.”

“trust me, ej won the title of looking like the biggest idiot on the team. but you all deserved to celebrate such a big accomplishment so i wasn’t going to take that away from you.” you admit and watch cale’s cheeks turn that familiar rosy color that he’s pretty much known for.

“could you take this hangover away from me though?” you can’t help but laugh at his question. instead, you plate his breakfast and kiss his forehead.

“that is something i cannot do. just please eat and keep drinking water. there’s more celebrations and time to embarrass yourself again later.” cale rolls his eyes even though he smiles at your teasing. he slowly eats his breakfast and leans into your soft touch that helps ease the pain of the unsurprising hangover.

besides, you’ll only find yourselves in this same exact position tomorrow.

#asks #ask bre #lovely anon #concept night #send in some concepts! #cale makar #cale makar blurbs #cale makar blurb #cale makar fluff #this was so cute to write

[screamin-abt-haikyuu]

"I have never loved anyone like I love you"

Pairing: Azumane Asahi x Gender Neutral Reader. (No pronouns. Only "you" is used")

Requested by: @sakhimeansfriend

Things to know: I think this is Angst to Fluff? Hurt-Comfort? Idk. basically some angst on the reader's part. But it is very sweet and fluffy. Happy ending!! <3

Writer's block is a bitch and I will probably go back into the hole I have crawled out of to write this but I finally got some reprieve from my IRL work and I was feeling sort of inspired so here you go

Life with Asahi Azumane as your boyfriend has been nothing short of perfect. You still cannot believe how you ever found yourself a man who is just so thoughtful and caring towards you. Someone who just knows what you need and goes out of his way to give it to you. Someone who is so supportive of your dreams and career and shows up for every single important moment in your life no matter what.

You have seen your friends go through some extremely crappy relationships and be treated like shit. It just makes you all the more glad that you have a man like Asahi in your life. It is like finding a diamond in the rough.

Of course, it is not just a one-way street. Asahi never fails to remind you of how much you mean to him and how he is so grateful for your support every step of the way.

High school had been a rough time for both of you. A little more so for Asahi. And you have stood by his side through it all.

You encouraged him to go back when he quit the Volleyball club; You cheered him on when he rejoined and practiced so hard to be the ace his team deserved; You celebrated when they won the ticket to Nationals; You cried with him when they lost at the Nationals.

And the most important of all, you were his rock when he decided to pursue fashion but faced resistance at home because "fashion is a girly profession and he should man up and get a real education and job". You fought tooth and nail for him to follow his dreams and have been his biggest cheerleader ever since. And he has been yours.

Truly, life with Asahi Azumane has been nothing short of perfe-

"Love, what are you thinking about?"

You break out of your reverie as your boyfriend cups your cheek with his hand, looking at you with a soft smile. You realize you had not heard a word since you zoned out in the middle of the romantic movie you both had been watching, curled up against each other on the couch. Your arms are wrapped around each other's torso, your head resting on his shoulders.

You smile at him. "Sorry, this couple reminded me of us and I started thinking about us."

He smiles wider and adjusts the glasses on his nose, giving you his full attention, "Yeah? What were you thinking about us?"

"I was just remembering everything that has happened, you know? How we met, how we got together and how -" you pause to place a soft kiss on his forehead "-amazing it has been," you say, softly against his forehead. You pull back and see he is beaming at you, smiling from ear to ear and looking at you with that same adoring gaze he always does. God, he still makes you feel like a teenager with all the butterflies he gives you.

"We really have been through so much together, haven't we?" he says.

You nod. "Yeah. I am glad we made it."

He pulls you in closer to him so that your face rests against the crook of his neck, one hand stroking your arm. "Me too. I wouldn't want to do it with anyone else."

"You sure about that?" you say, "You sure you wouldn't prefer one of those beautiful models you work with?" you say, laughing lightly.

Asahi doesn't answer. You pull back from him and see that all traces of happiness have gone from his face.

"Asahi! I was joking!" you say, starting to panic a little at how serious he looks.

"Is it something that bothers you?" he finally asks, worried brown eyes looking into yours.

His question gives you pause. You were being honest when you said you were joking. And for the most part, you were. You trust Asahi completely and you know he loves you and he would never do anything to hurt you. Yet, you cannot help but sometimes question if you're enough for him. When you see the kind of people he works with, some of the most beautiful faces and bodies in the country, who at times flirt with him right in front of you, you can't help but feel he could do so much better if he wanted to.

"I was joking, Asahi, I promise!" you say, trying to smile at him but it falters when his expression just grows more serious.

"You didn't answer my question. Does it bother you?"

"No. Well... I mean... maybe? I don't know!"

"You do know that there is no one else, right?"

"I know, I know. It's not that, it's just..."

You fall silent, thinking about what to say. He waits patiently.

"I feel like if we had met at a later stage in life, you wouldn't have gone for someone like me."

He looks a little confused by that. "What do you mean?"

"I mean that, well, you're surrounded by all these beautiful people now, right? If I had met you now, at this stage in your life, you would never have gone for someone like me when you have so many better options around you."

"Well, first of all, I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for you. And second of all, even if I was-" he takes both your hands in his and squeezes them gently, "I would still go for you. Because you're my soulmate."

You smile softly at him as he continues, "I don't know if you believe in soulmates or not. But I do. And I know you are mine. You are my safe space. My home. The most beautiful person I have ever known.

This... industry I am in. Fashion. The competition, the creativity blocks, the fast pace. It can get brutal. And the only thing that keeps me going sometimes is knowing the fact that you're by my side and, after all of it, I get to come home to you."

You're both tearing up at this point.

"I have never loved anyone like I love you. And I never will. You are it for me. I hope you know that."

Happy tears roll down your cheeks as you whisper, "I do know that. I just needed to be reminded of it, I guess."

He finally smiles at you and pulls you in closer, his arms wrapping tightly around you. He buries his face in the crook of your neck "And I will keep reminding you that for the rest of my life."

Hope you like it <3

I am feeling very soft after writing this. I missed writing for Asahi. I love him so much.

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Family’s Hard (Kristie Mewis x Reader)

Request: part 2 of the fic with Kristie that you post today! Maybe something with the r and Kristie both getting call for the national camp and we see a bit of what happen at camp with mal. pt 2. Maybe with both the reader and Kristine on the USENT roster and the fallout with Amal because of the reader being there. part 2 of the reader and mal meet up again joined by the team

Pt. One 

You had never been more unhappy while staring at a plate full of pancakes in your entire existence. You loved your typical practice meal (and your girlfriend of almost a year’s hand on your thigh while you ate it), but you weren’t enjoying the disapproving glare you were getting from across the table. She had been like this the moment you stepped off the plane, and you feared she wouldn’t stop until camp was over. 

It wasn’t like you decided to sit at this table to annoy Mal. Kristie wanted to sit with Sam, and you weren’t about to brave the dining room all by your little lonesome (plus you liked the team's Tower of Power and enjoyed watching the siblings banter).

You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, pushing your chocolate chip pancakes around the plate, and keeping your eyes trained on your fork. 

“You ok?” Your girlfriend asked, her lips caressing your ear. You didn’t miss the way your older sister's nose scrunched at the looseness between you and the older midfielder. 

“Just tired. The flight from Houston was super long,” You mumbled, shrugging lightly. 

“You sure?” Kristie nudged your cheek with her nose and squeezed your thigh. You had been jittery since you left your shared apartment in Houston to head for camp and no amount of reassuring from your girlfriend seemed to be helping. 

“Psh. The flight home from France was exhausting, and then we had to get ready for good morning America. That was crazy, right Sammy?” Mal said with a wicked smile, completely cutting you off. Your mouth clicked shut and Kristie squeezed your thigh again (her jaw working overtime to prevent the scathing comment from leaving the tip of her tongue). 

Mal had been impossible since you stepped foot into the hotel the USWNT had commandeered for camp. She had swung between outright bitchy and underhanded reminders of Jill's preference of her over you all day and Kristie was getting sick of it. Your shoulders slouched a little more with every remark, every jab clouding over a little bit more of your sunshine. 

“That was pretty crazy,” Sam nodded, watching you and her sister carefully. She was trying to run as much interference as she could, but it seemed your sister wanted to make you as uncomfortable as possible. Almost like she was trying to drive you off the team. 

“Definitely not as crazy as that party right after we won. I don’t think I’ve ever seen so much champagne in my entire life. Not even after we beat Texas,” Mal added, and you shivered at the memory, wilting under her glare. 

It was your freshman year (and coincidentally Mal’s senior year), and the first time the two of you had ever really played against each other. UCLA decimated your team and took over a frat house to celebrate. From what you heard, it was one of the biggest parties Texas A&M had ever seen. 

Kristie sighed, wrapping the arm that was on your leg around your back, rubbing soothing circles. You leaned into the touch, still playing with the food on your plate, trying to hold your tongue and not rise to Mal’s prodding. 

“From what I hear there was a lot of alcohol after Houston won the challenge cup,” Sam nodded, sharing a look with her sister and side-eyeing her friend. 

“That was just beer, Sammy. It wasn’t as classy because no one cares about an arbitrary chaos cup win, especially after we won the World Cup. It’s all about scale,” Mal continued, completely ignoring the glare Kristie had pointed at her, enjoying the way you were squirming in your chair. 

You shoved your plate away, giving up on eating. You didn’t want to be here. 

“I'm sure. I’m gonna go. The uniform staff wanted to see me anyway,” You mumbled, just loud enough for Kristie to hear you (or so you thought). 

Mal’s vicious smile grew. She just couldn’t seem to help herself when it came to you. You were always chasing after her, and this time she had done what you couldn’t. She wasn’t ready to give that up yet. 

“I’d tell you to switch names, but all I can suggest is to pick a number you can actually live up to,” She sneered. 

Your entire being froze and you blinked owlishly at your older sister (taking comfort in how Kristie's arm tightened around you). 13 had been your number since high school, but you knew that Alex was a vet and you weren’t stupid (or disrespectful) enough to even dream of trying to take it. You knew you would never be even close to the level of Alex Morgan. 

You had accepted that and Instead chosen a different number, one you were proud to wear. You had no control over the last name on your jersey (until Kristie and you decided you wanted to get married, if you wanted to get married, and that was still pretty far off). 

“Come on. They wanted to do a quick check-in with me too,” Kristie said, standing and dragging you with her out of the room, her eyes sending daggers towards your sister. She was done watching you collapse back into yourself. 

****

Sam stared at Mal’s Cheshire Cat grin, her mouth agape. She didn’t understand why your older sister was being like this, or how she could continue eating as though she didn’t just rip you apart. (And at this rate someone had to stop her before Kristie killed her). 

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Sam said, leaning forward and resting both elbows on the table. 

Mal shrugged, taking another sip of her orange juice. “What? I’m just being realistic,”

If you didn’t want to hear stories about their triumph at the World Cup, or how awesome the party was afterward, you could just find yourself a new seat (and take your girlfriend with you- you always did have to outdo her). 

“You were a little harsh babe,” Rose said softly, patting the forward's hand. 

Sam scoffed loudly, shaking her head. “She practically crumbled under that last comment,”

It was painful to watch your shy bean self withdraw back into the shell her sister worked so hard to crack. Even if you had Kristie here to support you, she wasn’t sure how long you would last without bursting into tears or getting into a screaming match with your sister. You were under enough pressure as it was. 

“She’s just overly sensitive. If she wants to play in the big leagues she’s going to have to learn to stand up for herself,” Mal rolled her eyes. 

It was a going joke in your family that Mal got the brains and beauty, while you just got the leftover emotions. Ever since you were kids, she had been the extroverted one saving you from bullies and being the “good example” that her parents wanted her to be. But this was her thing, and she didn’t want you horning in on it. (It was also a slight protective instinct too. She would rather be the one giving you shit than the media. They were ruthless and you would probably never forgive her. The road to hell was paved with good intentions after all.)

Sam sighed, taking in how Mal’s eyes tighten just a touch beneath her nonchalance. As much as she wanted to pretend she didn’t care about you, it was obvious that she did. The questions now were if she was willing to have a change of attitude and if she would even be able to repair the damage she had already done. 

“Just be careful with how far you push her, alright?” Sam said thoughtfully. 

Mal rolled her eyes again, any care she may have felt disappearing. “I know what I’m doing Sam,” 

“I really hope you do, because I remember what it was like to always be trying to live up to your older sister and how difficult that was. And Kristie knew when to cut me some slack,” Sam said, raising her eyebrow at the younger woman. 

She really hoped she could get through to her before Mal lost you, and Kristie kicked her head off. 

*****

You sighed into Kristie's lips, enjoying the way her hips pinned you to the wall and her tongue explored your mouth. You weren’t one for public displays of affection, but she had dragged you into an abandoned corner of the hotel after your sister's clear display of disdain. 

You guessed an upside to being at camp with Mal was your girlfriend's desire to cheer you up. You always responded better to physical contact (which was why Kristie used it to help you calm down all the time). 

You hummed as the hands under your shirt made their way up to cup your cheeks, her fingers tangling in the baby hairs at the back of your neck. She let the kiss continue for another minute, before pulling back, so her lips were just barely ghosting over your own and your foreheads were touching. 

You futilely tried to push off the wall and chase her lips, only for her to chuckle and pull back so you couldn’t reach, keeping you pinned with her hips. 

“Ah, no more kisses until you say it,” She mumbled, her breath fanning across your lips. 

You whined. You loved how supportive Kristie was, but you didn’t want to do this right now. You didn’t want to go through your normal reaffirmation routine. Not after the shots, Mal had taken at you. 

“But-“

Kristie chucked at the keening whine again, shaking her head (both at how adorable your pout was and because she was standing her ground). She learned a long time ago that the best way to stop your mental spiraling was for you to say how worth it you were. “No buts. To get what you want you gotta say it,” 

You huffed, I ally opening your eyes to look into Kristie’s determined blue. She raised her eyebrow at you. 

“I’m an amazing person, no matter what anyone says,” You mumbled, looking away from your girlfriend. She hummed, using her thumb to tilt your chin back up. 

“And?” She asked, a smile playing on her lips. Your pout deepened. You were set to start and Mal had made you feel bad about it. Now Kristie was trying to get you to admit that you deserved the opportunity. 

The two of you stared at each other for a long minute, and you debated in trying to get back to the kissing again, to not say the last part of your mantra. Kristie's thumb ran soothingly over your cheek as if she was reading your mind. “Come on babe,” she said softly. 

You bit your lip, finally giving in. “I shouldn’t feel guilty about opportunities I receive,”

“Good,” Kristie smiled, leaning back in to connect your lips. You smiled back into the kiss. Maybe things weren’t so bad if you got this treatment after your sister was mean to you, even if Kristie was trying to get you to finally confront her about her behavior. “And for the record, you can always say you’ll have a cooler last name later,” 

*****

This was getting out of hand. Very out of hand. You hit the ground again, your face scraping against the turf after another bad tackle. You groaned, pushing yourself up off the turf and brushing yourself off, ignoring the hand of the defender in front of you in favor of taking the hand your girlfriend offered. 

Kristie glared at the blond defender, very pissed off that she was pushing you so hard. “Fucking watch it Sonnett, another tackle like that and I’ll beat your ass myself,” Your girlfriend growled, brushing a stray piece of turf off your back. 

Emily shrugged, awkwardly scratching the back of her neck. “Just trying to test the Rookie. Need to make sure she can handle a little pressure,” 

She liked you, but with the pressure, Mal was putting n you, she thought that they were all going to go hard. To show you exactly how difficult this game could be and how much you needed to work to be on their level. 

“I think Mal is doing enough of that on her own,” Kristie raised her eyebrow at the woman, still rubbing the turf off your back and cringing at the new burn. If this hadn’t been a teammate’s doing, she probably would have killed them by now. Ripped them limb from limb for touching you, but you didn’t need that. You needed her support and not her overprotectiveness. 

“She actually needs to be able to play against Canada,” Sam said, patting her back. Emily shook her head. Mal was right. She would rather be the one to go hard on you and prepare you than some random defender who didn’t care at all. 

As far as she was concerned, Mal’s plan was still in effect and you were going to have to pull some trick to get past her again. 

****

Everything seemed to happen in slow motion. Kristie threaded a ball through the gap between Becky and Julie, straight to you. You turned, taking advantage of the gap in the backline, dribbling across to try and get a clear shot. 

You didn’t see that gap collapsing. You didn’t see Emily and Midge racing towards you until it was too late. There was a loud crunch as you were caught between the two defenders, and tumbled to the ground. 

The reaction from the rest of the team was instant. Kristie raced over, followed closely by Sam. Both women kneeling down next to you, trying to get you to roll over. It seemed that another blue blur was already laying into the two defenders. 

“Lay the fuck off my sister,” Mal yelled, shoving Sonnett back from where her shifting form was standing over you. 

Emily held her hands up in defense, stumbling away from you. “I’m just trying to keep the intensity up, exactly like you are,” 

Mal growled audibly, stepping up to the taller defender and wrapping her fist into her shirt. “It’s different. She’s my sister and I’m the only one who gets to fuck with her. Got it,” she said her voice deadly calm. 

Emily nodded rapidly, her eyes wide as Mal straightened her shirt, patting her shoulder. Emily backed away slowly, her hands still extended, terrified that Mal (and your girlfriend) would decide to actually kill her. 

Mal nodded once the offending defenders were far enough away from you, before turning in your direction. 

You were finally on your feet, shifting awkwardly and rubbing the back of your neck. 

“Thanks,” You mumbled as she approached. 

She smiled, pulling you into a very strange hug.“You got it, kid. I love you, even if you’re not as good as me yet,”

She let you go and winked. You smiled and trotted off back to your position, warmth filling you. Sure you weren’t on the best terms, but you were sisters and the act was like a white flag. A truce. 

Kristie caught Mal’s arms as she passed. “Learn to lay off a little bit. I don’t want to have to hurt you,”

Mal nodded. You were family mad the only one who got to mess with you was her. She would kill anyone else who tried and she was glad you had gained two protectors. 

#uswnt imagine #uswnt imagines #uswnt x reader #kristie mewis imagine #kristie mewis x reader

[sleepysnk]

OKAY i’m screaming but what abt like eren being a football (doesn’t have to be football) player and he’s just watching the reader (doesn’t have to be a cheerleader) cheer him and that motivates him and celebrate his win after

aw! i absolutely love this request! jock Eren is definitely fun to write for, i hope you enjoy! thank you for requesting 💗 sorry again if this was ass.

Touchdowns and Kisses

Pairings: Eren Jaeger x Fem!Reader

Warnings: None

The atmosphere at Trost University was exciting and full of anticipation.

It was the rival game against Marley University, most of the student body was hyped for the game and many students from both of the schools attended the game.

The students all sat in crowds watching the game unfold, there was two minutes left and it was the fourth quarter. Marley was currently in the lead by three points, Trost needed a touchdown to win the game.

Nervousness rushed through everyone, they only had four times to get the ball to the endzone. If not, Marley would regain possession and that would be it. They needed to score here and now to win the game.

"Dude there is no way we can make it past! Do you see their defense? They're tearing ass," Eren said to Reiner.

It was their final timeout, "Eren have a little hope here! As long as we get to a good point we will win," Reiner replied, his eyes rolling.

"Come on! Let's do this!" Jean yelled.

They clapped together and walked into position to pass the ball. Eren swallowed thickly as he waited for the ball to be snapped towards Reiner, they needed to get down the field at least.

"Hut!"

Eren ran down the field, his arms opening for the ball. He turned to see the ball falling towards him, he reached his arms up and caught it, landing on the turf near Marley's 30 yard line.

"Hell yeah Eren!"

He stood up, seeing his girlfriend cheering in the stands. She wore his jersey and called for him. (Y/N) really was his biggest motivator when it came to football, she came to every game, celebrated wins with him, and even let him rant when they lost those games.

"Let's go! We don't have much time left! The clock is still running Jaeger!" his coach yelled from the sidelines.

Eren tossed the ball to the referee and ran back to his position. He felt everything suddenly slow down, his mind beginning to race and (Y/N)'s words began to echo in his mind.

"You got this baby! I believe in you! I mean it when I say it."

"Think of me when you make a touchdown! I love you!"

"Hut!" Reiner's voice broke him out of his trance.

Eren began to run forward, the ball falling into his arms. Cheers erupted into the stands as Eren ran towards the endzone, he pushed away the players trying to bring him down. He ran into the endzone and threw the ball onto the ground.

"Touchdown! Trost University!"

His teammates ran behind him, "Fuck yeah Eren!" Jean yelled.

"Eren!"

His head turned to (Y/N) in the stands cheering and waving at him. A smile formed on his features, he pointed his finger up at her to show her that he acknowledged her.

"That is the final ladies and gentlemen!" the announcer called over the loud speaker.

Eren smiled hearing the news, he took off his helmet and wiped the sweat that dripped from hid head. He felt excitement and relief washing over him, they won. They actually won.

The team went to the locker room to change, Eren was eager to see (Y/N), she was a huge help for this win and his motivation. He wanted to celebrate with her.

-

"See you next season, Eren!" Reiner called as he headed towards his car.

Eren nodded, "Bet! See you then!" he replied.

Eren walked towards his car, a smile grew onto his face seeing (Y/N) standing there. Her hands around her arms.

She ran towards him, "Hi baby!" she said.

Eren embraced her in a hug, "Hi princess... I'm so glad to see you. You doing okay?" he asked, cupping her cheek.

She smiled, "I'm fine.. congrats on your win! I'm so happy for you, are you going to the after parties or?"

He chuckled, "Nah.. I was thinking we could.. celebrate with each other? I really don't feel like partying tonight," he replied.

Her arms wrapped around his neck, "That sounds great! You wanna get going?" she said.

"For sure, let's get going." Eren said, his hands reaching into his pockets for his car keys.

(Y/N) walked to the passenger side and got in as Eren unlocked the car, he tossed his bag in the backseat and got in the front.

His eyes averted towards hers, a smile growing onto his face again.

"What?" she asked.

Eren cupped her cheek, "Come here," he replied, bringing her face closer to his. He pressed a soft kiss on her lips, her cheeks growing hot. "I love you.."

She smiled, "I love you too.."

Eren leaned back before turning the key to start his car, his hand found its way to her thigh giving it a small squeeze before he began the drive back to the apartment they shared.

"I'm really happy for you, you know." she said, breaking the silence between them.

Eren looked over at her as he slowed at the red stop light. The glow lighting onto his skin, "Thank you baby.. I appreciate it a ton," he replied.

Her fingers intertwined with his, "Of course babe, the team couldn't have done it without you." she smiled.

Eren chuckled a bit, "It was all a group effort though, really," he said, pressing on the gas causing the car to go forward.

Eventually the two arrived back to their apartment, Eren was quite sore from the game and (Y/N) was tired herself from the long day. He wanted to lay down and cuddle up with her, it was his perfect way of celebrating, plus, why would he deny that? It was better than any party.

Eren was laying on the bed they shared, he was staring at the ceiling waiting for (Y/N) to come out from the bathroom. His mind began to wander to her voice before Reiner made that last play, she was one of the many reasons why he was motivated to win. She had always been there.

"Sorry I took forever.. what you thinking about handsome?"

Eren looked over to see her crawling into bed, she was wearing shorts and one of his t-shirts. A smile grew onto his lips.

"Eh nothing... it isn't important anyway, come here though, it's been awhile since we've been like this." he replied, opening his arms for her.

She gladly went into his embrace, she felt his warmth surrounding her like a thick blanket. "I missed nights like these.. even if we do live together," she giggled.

He ran his fingers along her hair, "I missed them too.. but don't worry, I'm here now and that's not going to change. At least for a bit anyway," he said. "But uh.. I wanted to tell you something."

She shifted a bit, her eyes finding their way up to his emerald ones. "Huh? What is it?" she asked.

Eren cleared his throat a bit, "When it was the final play of the game.. I heard your voice in my head. It was you telling me all those things before the game.. and I like to say that you helped me win today. Without you (Y/N).. I probably wouldn't have been able to win," he replied. "You're my biggest motivator and I couldn't ask for a better girlfriend.."

A smile grew onto her face, "Eren that's so.. sweet of you. I just love seeing you happy babe, that's one of the many reasons why I motivate you so much. I love you, Eren, I wanna see you do good."

Eren felt his heart grow warm and swell, "I love you more (Y/N), thank you for being with me. Your support is probably one of the many reasons why I keep going, I do all of this for you." he said.

She lied her head against his chest, "I'll always be your #1 motivator, forever and always."

He kissed the top of her head, "Can I make you Mrs.Jaeger yet? I wanna keep you forever," he asked, pulling her closer against him.

She giggled, "Maybe after we finish school.. right now we should focus on celebrating," she smiled.

Eren put his hands around her waist, he brought her body so she was now on top of him. "Oh? And what might that be beautiful?" he asked, a brow raising.

She rolled her eyes playfully, "Hm.. maybe some kisses? You deserve it after the touchdown you made today," she replied running her fingers along his brunette locks.

Eren put his hands on her hips, "Oh? Say less then.." he whispered before leaning in and pressing a kiss on her lips.

Her hands found their way to his neck, bringing him closer to her. His tongue glided along her bottom lip, asking for permission; in which she opened a bit wider to let him explore the cavern of her mouth.

He pulled back, "That was well needed for sure.." he smirked.

(Y/N) shifted a bit, "There's more where that came from!" she yelled before pressing her lips against his cheeks.

Eren started to laugh from the attack of kisses on his face, her lips ticked his skin and he couldn't contain his laughter.

"Okay okay! You got me there!" he said, his breath uneven from laughing.

She ran her thumb along his jaw, "I love you, okay? I can't wait for next season," she replied.

His eyes seemed to sparkle from her words, "I love you too, I know you'll be by my side," he said, smiling. "But please... can we get back to celebrating? In a more... fun way?"

Her mouth was now open, "Oh? You wanna be like that? All you had to do was ask," she said before laying down next to him.

Eren chuckled, he put both of his arms beside her head. "I'm going to have a lot of fun with you tonight.." he whispered lowly in her ear.

#anime #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #aot x y/n #aot x reader #aot imagines #aot fanfiction #snk x y/n #snk x reader #snk imagines #snk fanfiction #shingeki no kyoujin fanfiction #eren jaeger #eren x reader #eren jaeger x reader #attack on titan fanfiction #anime fanfic #this sucked gn

[honeypirate]

Hi ! I was hoping to request Aone x reader where the reader is always getting into trouble like fights or bad trouble that gets them hurt. And one day the volleyball team heard they where fighting someone and Aone pulls them away and cleans them up. Just to find out they where defending Aone.

- <3

Hey! Thanks for the request! I hope you like it!

Warning: the person bad mouthing Aone lies and says he hurts cats. Blood mention. But that’s the only thing I can think of that would require a warning.

Date Tech Chihuahua

The people who didn’t know Aone thought he was just as angry as you were, they understood that the big angry giant went well with the other angry kid. It made sense. Didn’t stop them from bad mouthing you guys tho or starting rumors. The honest truth was that you both were kind hearted but you didn’t care what anyone thought of you. You knew that the ones closest to you are the opinions that truly matter.

One of the reasons Aone was attracted to you was how fiery you were and how you would immediately stand up for yourself and others. He thought it was baddass that you didn’t start the fights but you were sure to end them, he just didn’t like that you got hurt or got in trouble a lot. You were actually trying to not physically fight anyone anymore after Aone asked you to stop, telling you how much he hates to see you bruised and hurt. He wants you to be safe and healthy even if he does understand why you got into fights. You promised him you wouldn’t fight anyone anymore and you would keep that promise.

It’s been a month with no incidents, you were super proud of yourself and so was Aone and his team. Since they just won their last game you were supposed to go out to dinner with them after their practice to have a double celebration.

You finished your after school activities and were on your way to the gym to watch them practice when you saw a few students watching from outside the gym door.

“That Aone guy is scary. I heard he kicked a cat once” the one in the middle says

“don’t lie that never happened” said another

“It did! I totally saw it. The poor thing flew like fifty feet”

You felt your blood boil at the blatant lies they were telling about your boyfriend, your hands balling into fists at your sides as you walk up to them.

“What was that?” You say with fake sweetness dripping from your voice as they turn around, a sneer on the face of the one who made the comments as they say “it’s not my fault you’re dating a freak” they cross their arms as the two others by them look at them like they’re crazy. Did they want to fight?

You laugh a few times before getting real close to them “oh my god I can’t imagine how hard your life must be since you're the biggest idiot I’ve ever seen” They cry out before jumping at you, pushing you to the ground and punching you in the side of the jaw, your teeth cutting the inside of your cheek, they hit you again and your lip splits. You shout and hook your leg around them and flip them over, shoving them hard into the ground before trapping their arms under your knees, putting all your weight down on them so they couldn’t move, the other two running into the gym to get the team.

You lean in close to their face, blood dripping from your mouth, your words being spit through your teeth “Aone is the kindest man ever and I will not stand for anyone to badmouth him. This fight is over, I’m ending it here because I promised I wouldn’t be physical anymore” the team busts from the gym and Aone grabs your shoulders, gently pulling you up and taking your hand, following as he takes you into the gym and then into the equipment closet and closing the door before sitting you down on a pile of mats.

You look down at the ground, afraid to meet his eye because you don’t want him to be disappointed. He takes your chin gently in his hand and tilts your face up, meeting his eye you feel overwhelmed tears sting your eyes. He doesn’t say anything he just grabs the first aid kit behind you and takes out some things to clean you up and kneels in front of you. When your lip stops bleeding he puts some neosporin on it and then sits back, relaxing and taking your hands in his as he looks into your eyes, waiting for you to tell him what happened.

You lip quivers “Please don’t be disappointed. I swear I didn’t hit them. I kept my promise. I just stopped them after they hit me” your voice cracks and you feel tears pool in your eyes and spill over, you look down at your lap avoiding his eyes “I couldn’t not say something, I couldn’t not stand up to them because they were talking shit about you” Aone stands and pulls you into his arms and you wrap your arms around his middle, burying your face in his chest as you cry from being so overwhelmed and sad at how people see the man you love. He smooths down your hair, running his fingers through slowly before repeating the action.

When you relax he pulls back and kneels again so he can look up at you, he wipes your stray tears and then takes your hands, gently squeezing them. He has heard what they have said about him, but he never really thought about how you would feel when you heard. He knows he should have realized though, because when he hears anyone badmouth you it’s the only time he feels true anger. He seethes as he stares them down until they shut up but he knows for fact if they didn’t shut up he’d make them.

He smiles and cups your cheek “I’m not disappointed I promise. I understand. I love you and I’m really glad you’re okay” you feel tears sting your eyes again “I love you so much” you whisper and he kisses your forehead, standing and pulling you into another embrace. “Are you ready to go out there?” You laugh gently, thinking about how Futakuchi will tease you. After all, he is the one gave you the nickname Chihuahua because of your fighting, you secretly like that it stuck.

After a few more moments of being in his embrace you pull back with a nod and ghost your lips against his gently, wiping the neosporin that got on him off with your thumb “thank you sweetheart” you say as you hear volleyballs start to hit the gym floor again.

#haikyuu #haikyuu imagines #aone takanobu x reader #aone takanobu x you #haikyuu aone #hq aone #aone x you #aone x reader #aone x y/n #anon <3

[gleegirlimagines]

Quinn’s Soccer Playing Girlfriend

McKinley High's soccer team was heading to a state championship for the first time in 10 years. Leading the charge was Y/N Anderson, sister of New Directions member Blaine Anderson. The game was being held at McKinley High and the team could not be more excited. It would be their biggest turnout of the year and they were going against their biggest rival, Carmel High. 

Y/N sat in the locker room trying to get her thoughts together when a blonde head peeked in the room. Quinn Fabray, dressed in Y/N's away jersey and jeans, smiled and walked into the locker room. "Hi baby." She sat in the girls lap. "Hi my love. Whatcha doin in here?" Quinn raked her fingers through the soccer player's hair. "I wanted to check in on you and wish you luck." Y/N smiled and kissed Quinn's chin. "I appreciate you so much baby girl." Quinn smiled and dipped her head down to kiss her girlfriend on the lips. A buzzer was heard, indicating the two minute warning. Y/N sighed and stood, stretching as Quinn watched. "Go kick Carmel's ass baby." Y/N smiled and wrapped her arms around Quinn's waist. "Every goal I score is for you baby." Quinn smiled and pecked Y/N's lips before giving her a good luck pat on the butt and walking out to the bleachers. Y/N took a deep breath and made her way out to the field.  As long as they didn't go to extra minutes, she'd be fine. 

They went to extra minutes.

Carmel had managed to come back in the last minutes of regular time and now the exhaustion of the whole week was catching up to Y/N. She was dripping sweat and her chest was heaving with every breath she took. McKinley was up by one goal with only a minute left in extra time. Y/N had her own little fan club with the New Directions. Quinn was stood in the front next to Blaine who, along with Sam, Finn, Puck, and Mike who had face paint on and were screaming at the top of their lungs. That gave Y/N the little energy boost she needed to keep playing. The whistle sounded and the game was over. They had won. They had made history. 

The celebration had made its way to the Anderson household as the New Directions had a little get-together. The boys were singing karaoke as the girls were acting like crazed fans. Upstairs however, it was a different story. Y/N laid on her bed face first as Quinn leaned against the door. "Baby. You don't have to go down there. You need to rest." Y/N pulled her head up and sleepily smiled at the girl. She stood up and stretched. "No it's fine. I'll go down there and just sit on the couch with my beautiful girlfriend." Quinn smiled and leaned up to peck Y/N's lips. "Baby.  You're shaking and sore. And I can see the exhaustion in your eyes. You need to lay down." Y/N shook her head, cupping Quinn's face in her hands kissing her deeply. "I'll be fine baby girl."

The party turned into a sleepover as the New Directions laid in different places in the Anderson's living room as a movie played on the tv. Cuddled up on the couch, laid Quinn and Y/N. Y/N had her head on Quinn's chest as she massaged Y/N's scalp. She knew that Y/N would be asleep in minutes if she kept massaging her scalp. Little to her knowledge though, Y/N was asleep as soon as she laid on the blonde's chest.

#quinn fabray x reader #glee imagine #quinn fabray

[lucysometimeswrites]

Awards Season

sup! this is an idea i had that i just had to write. it’s more of the reader’s experience and her thought and her moment than tom, but i still hope you like it. feedback accepted and have a good day :)

Y/N is playing ciara bravo’s role in this, and yeah, enjoy! also lmk if u want a latina version of this or tom winning the award cuz i have it

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“And here to present the award for Best Actress in a Supporting Role we have previous winner of the very same award: Anne Hathaway!” the host announced. Anne appeared from the left side of the stage, expertly walking and smiling towards the microphone while everyone clapped and cheered for her.

“Thank you! Thank you, you are too kind” she said cheekily, earning a laugh from the audience. “Tonight, we are honoured with the presence of many talented and passionate actresses, and by that I mean me, of course,” she continued, the audience loving her humour more and more. Anne started her small speech about the characters the actresses nominated in the category portrayed, commenting that I portrayed a troubled character who becomes a drug addict for love. I felt a warmth touch my hand, and I turned to Tom, who was sitting right beside me. He gave me a reassuring smile and squeezed my hand, knowing that I felt a little anxious about this award. It was my first Oscar nomination, and after working my ass off for Cherry where I co-starred with Tom, even I thought I deserved it. I didn’t care much about winning, though, because I felt I won the moment I got nominated. Yes, it is very cliche and almost everyone says that, but now I can see how true it is. This is probably the biggest moment of my career yet, and I was loving every second of it.

Tom and I stared at each other with a smile for a bit longer, until we heard Anne say, “Here are the nominees for Best Actress in a Supporting Role”:

“Emma Stone, Him and Her,” Ooo I loved that film.

“Anya-Taylor Joy - Emma,” Her range is insane.

“Y/N Y/L - Cherry,” I gave a big smile and a wave to the camera as it focused on me, simultaneously squeezing Tom’s hand again because he knew how the cameras made me a little awkward and uncomfortable. “You did great.”  he whispered in my ear, and I gave him a small smile back.

“Jennifer Lawrence - Don’t Look Up,” My literal idol.

“Taraji P. Henson - At 38th Street,” She’s so talented.

“And the Oscar goes to...”

Those five seconds she took to open the envelope were the shortest and longest of my life. I felt as if the world had stopped, along with my breathing, and Tom and I were squeezing each other’s hands to the point where I was sure we’d cut each others circulation off. I loved how excited and nervous he was for me, and he’d made sure to tell me plenty of times before the show that he’d be there for me whether I won or not and that we would celebrate until we couldn’t feel our feet anymore. He had been my literal rock through--

“Y/N Y/L, Cherry!” Anne exclaimed.

...What?!

I looked up astonished to Anne, and even mouthed Me? to her. She happily nodded, and that’s when it clicked that the entire theatre was clapping for me. Shock and confusion and amazement ran through me, making me lose sense as to what to do next. I slowly rose from my seat, looking around and my eyes landed on Tom, who sported the biggest smile ever and helped pull me up. We stood in front of each other for a millisecond before he engulfed me in a big, strong hug and I, still in shock, slowly put my arms around his neck and reciprocated the affection.

“You did it, darling! You did it!” he proudly said in my ear.

“I did it...I can’t believe I did it. I’m so freaking shocked and confused I don’t know what to do” I answered and pulled back to look at him. He cupped my face in his hands and pressed a big kiss on my forehead. “Go get your award!” he laughed, giving me small push as a start.

I laughed, still in disbelief, and looked around again, spotting the Russo’s who went to give me a big hug.

“You did it Y/N! You deserve this so much” they each said, and I whispered a Thank you back.

I finally turned back and slowly made my way up the stage, constantly looking towards the audience so that I could really take the moment in and never forget it. Turning to Anne, she held the Oscar in her hands and gave my a big smile, hugging me and saying, “Ugh you did amazing Y/N, you deserve this so much honey, congratulations!”

“Thank you so much, oh my gosh, you’ve literally been one of my idols ever since I was a kid.” I told her breathless.

“Aw you’re so sweet,” she laughed, “Go! You have about a minute to thank everyone.”

I went to the microphone and looked across the audience, spotting many celebrities who were still standing up and clapping for me, even when we hadn’t worked together. My eyes dashed to Tom, who was also wooing and cheering for me, and gave me a thumbs up, silently saying You got this, as had said to me many times before.

“Oh my God, I can’t believe it” I laughed in disbelief again, everyone still clapping for me. Soon, they settled and I continued “I can’t even-- let me catch my breath for second.” I stepped back a little and put my hands on my knees as if I’d just finished running a marathon, making the audience laugh a little.

I went back up, “You guys have absolutely no idea how much this means to me,” holding the Oscar a little higher, “I dreamt of this ever since I started to really get into acting and to actually have it in my hands is a dream come true. I wanna thank the Academy for this incredible honor. I honestly felt I won the moment I got nominated alongside these amazing and talented women,” I gestured to my fellow nominees who I could spot in the front rows. “When I say that you all deserve this award just as much as I do, I’m not kidding. Jennifer you have been such an icon to me ever since The Hunger Games and ohmygoshicantbelievethisisreal,” I quickly said with my hand near my mouth, earning a laugh from her and the audience, me joining them. “Emma and Anya your performances were ridiculously good and Taraji P. Henson I absolutely adore you.” They laughed once again, sending me kisses and smiles.

“A minute is not nearly enough to be able to thank everyone I wanna thank but I’ll do my best. Thank you to my amazing and incomparable directors Joe and Anthony Russo,” a wave of cheering ensued for them, “Thank you for trusting me with bringing this story to life, for guiding me along the way and never giving up on me even on the days when I was unbearable” I said with a small laugh. “Thank you to the screenwriters Angela and Jessica for writing this beautiful piece of work and to Nico Walker for telling his story and allowing us to bring it to the cinemas--cinemas? Wow, sorry I’ve been spending a lot of time with Tom so I’m starting to turn a little British” I chuckled and turned to look at him to find him laughing as well.

“Tom,” here it goes, “I have no words to express how grateful I am for you. You have been my rock and my best friend throughout this entire journey and for that I love you so much. Thanks for putting up with me and my craziness and sharing the good and bad days with me. There is no one I would rather have shared the screen with and I love you so so so much.” I said, from the bottom of my heart, and saw him tearing up while sending me a million kisses with his hands and mouthing I love you more. The audience awed and clapped once more.

“I also wanna thank Victoria- you beautiful woman- for taking me in and always believing in me even when I didn’t believe in myself- aw you’re crying! Oop, sorry I’ll shut up, um-” I said as she waved her hand for me not to expose that she was crying, the theatre laughing at our banter, “Thank you Lizzie, Monica and all of my team, thank you to all of the cast and crew who made this happen.” I continued, moving to thank my family and more emotions hitting me like a truck again, feeling tears pool in my eyes. I shook my head and looked up so as to prevent them from falling.

“I- I’m not gonna cry, that’s stupid.” I said into the microphone but mostly to myself, everyone laughing and clapping once again in a comforting manner. “Sorry,” I laughed, “I’m gonna thank my family, but they unfortunately couldn’t make it here tonight so--” everyone awed in sadness, and I jokingly waved them off, “Oh shut up, whatever.” Another chorus of laughter, “I wanna thank my family all the way back home. You guys, you’re the best thing this life has given me and I’m eternally grateful for your support. Although, I did say that if I ever won an Oscar I wouldn’t thank you because you didn’t believe I could do this, l would not be able to forgive myself if I didn’t. Thank you for always being there for me and teaching me everything I know. For the unconditional love” my lip trembled, “and for showing me that you can do anything with hard work and passion. I love you--Please wrap up--sorry! Okay I’m going.” I nervously said. “I also wanna thank all of my friends for their support and finally I dedicate this award to all the girls out there with big dreams that scare you. Follow them, don’t let anyone stop you or tell you you’re not worthy because you sure as hell are destined for great things. Um, thank you so much!” I finished. The audience clapped and cheered and wooed once more and I gave them one final smile and amazed look, catching Tom’s eye and receiving a wink, then following Anne backstage where I would be taking pictures and answering questions.

I wonder how we’ll celebrate now that I’ve actually won...

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disclaimer: these are all fake names and fake movie titles i made up for the purpose of the fic

#tom holland imagine #tom holland #tom holland x reader #tom holland blurb #tom holland oneshot #tom holland fanfic #tom holland x actress!reader #actress!reader #oscars #tom holland fluff

[livlaughlfc]

you and ben have an argument but you still go to the stadium to support him and he appreciates it

Hello! My first imagine after my 8-month hiatus, and I love that it’s a Ben prompt! I’ve been in a Ben mood lately, so this is great. Hope you like it! 

That Fight’s Already Forgotten

It was finally over. The last of the lockdown protocols in the U.K. have been lifted, and the pandemic was finally over. Of course, while you were still cautious suddenly going to very large gatherings, it felt that a large weight had been lifted off your shoulders. 

The end of lockdown meant that you would be able to go to restaurants and friends’ houses without worrying. It also meant football games were on full-force again, and your boyfriend Ben couldn’t be more excited. The first home game at Stamford Bridge (now that he’s a Chelsea player!) would be in a week, and more than anything he wanted you there in the stands. 

“Babe, please, you have to be there!” Ben said after dinner one week before the game. “It’s my first home game as a Chelsea player when all the fans will be there, and as my number 1 fan, you’ll be there, right?” he asked with hopeful eyes. 

“Of course, baby” you replied “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” You knew what it this game meant for Ben because, as he said, it would be his first game at Stamford Bridge with all 41,837 seats full, and it was in the evening too. You knew he loved playing under the lights. 

“Perfect.” he said, walking towards you and wrapping you in a warm hug. “It’d break my heart if you weren’t there.” 

The day before the game, you were preparing for the game while your soup was cooking, setting aside one of Ben’s jersey he gave to you to wear and your Chelsea hat and scarf on the dresser. He said he was grabbing dinner with his teammates as part of their pre-celebrations for the game, so that night, it was just a peaceful night to yourself... or so you thought. 

You heard your notifications go off downstairs, and when you checked your phone, you saw a flood of text messages from your friend desperately trying to get you to reply. 

Friend: Y/N! WHO IS THIS PERSON BEN IS WITH? 

Friend: Didn’t you say he was having a team dinner? 

You opened that chat and saw a photo of Ben and a young, beautiful woman at the same London restaurant your friend was at. Some team dinner. 

You sent the photo to Ben with anxiety filling your chest. You trusted him, and you wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt. Maybe that girl was an agent or a member of Chelsea staff. He wouldn’t cheat on you... would he? 

You were never the type to dwell on your insecurities, but deep down, you were worried. Ben never gave you any reason to think he would stray, but you couldn’t help but remind yourself that you were a normal person with a normal job while he was a high-profile, successful football player. He was out of your league despite the millions of times he assured you it was the other way around. 

You texted Ben the photo your friend had sent you asking what it was about and how you thought he would be at a team dinner, and within seconds, he called you. 

“Babe, it’s not what you think” Ben said. 

“Oh yeah? Tell me, what am I thinking.” you replied. 

“She’s a friend of mine visiting London from Leicester, but I didn’t tell you because I was worried how you’d react.” You sighed. You couldn’t tell if he was telling the truth. 

“Ben, I’m not sure if I believe you, and even if I did, why would you lie to me? You knew I’d be worried, and instead of being upfront with me, you lied to me? Keeping secrets as if I wouldn’t find out about this?” you retaliated, and that was the truth. You always thought that your relationship was built on trust. Even if you would have been a little insecure, you would have trusted in his honesty and his reminders that he loved you enough to come clean about those kinds of things. Now, given his initial lie, you weren’t sure if he was lying again. 

“Babe, please.” He sounded desperate. He knew when you called him Ben you weren’t having it. “You have to believe me.” 

“Let me think on it, and I’ll get back to you soon.” You didn’t want to say anything rash in the moment that you would regret later, and he knew that. “I’ll sleep in the guest room tonight. Goodbye, Ben” you said before hanging up and going to bed.

The next morning, you woke up to dozens of texts from Ben admitting his mistakes and remind you that he loved you, and you saw a box of chocolates on the bedside table. Ben hadn’t joined you in bed when he came home, respecting your space and left for training very early in the morning before you could wake up, but he knew you would still need all the reassurance he could provide. 

After your morning routine, you saw another text from Ben: 

Babe ❤️  : I know I fucked up, but I’d still really love to see you at tonight’s game. 

You were still conflicted, and while you wanted to believe Ben, you couldn’t deny the hurt. That being said, never once did the thought of missing the game cross your mind. You knew this fight would eventually pass, but this game was a once-in-a-lifetime moment to Ben. 

A few hours later, you were waiting in Stamford Bridge with Ben’s parents and sister fully decked out in all your Chelsea gear. You still hadn’t texted Ben back other than telling him that you were willing to talk after the game and where you and his family would be in the stadium. 

Chelsea won the game 4-0 with the amazing support from the fans, and Ben played the full 90 minutes and bagged two assists, choosing to cross the ball to Timo when he could have scored himself. Throughout the game, you had forgotten the fight, and you could only focus on how proud you felt of Ben and all he’s accomplished in his career. He was a hard worker, ambitious, and selfless. That’s who he was –– not a deceptive cheater. 

After the game, you ran to him to give him the biggest hug and kiss. You melted in each other’s arms, happy to be reunited after a fight that seemed to last an eternity.

“Babe, I’m so sorry I lied to you. It’ll never happen again” Ben said when you pulled apart. 

“That fight’s already forgotten” you said cupping his face “as long as you’re honest with me from here on out. I can’t promise I won’t ever be insecure, but you need to tell me the truth.” 

“Deal” he said. You kissed each other again, and after a massive victory at Stamford Bridge with all the fans, it seemed like all was right in the world. 

WOAH THAT WAS LONG. It feels so good to write again. Please let me know if you like it :))))) 

#ben chilwell #ben chilwell imagine #ben chilwell blurb #footballer imagine #footballer blurb

[storiesforallfandoms]

celebrating ~ machine gun kelly

word count: 1444

request?: yes!

“Hi love! I’m in desperate need of some MGK smut🥺 maybe something like the reader is an athlete and just won something? Colson decides they should celebrate and it turns into smut. Sorry if it’s a dumb idea lol. Thank you!”

description: after she wins a championship soccer game, they decide to have a private celebration together

pairing: machine gun kelly x female!reader

warnings: swearing, smut

masterlist

She could hear him cheering from the stands as she kicked the winning goal, mere seconds before the end of the game. Even with hundreds of other audience members there, it was as if he was cheering the loudest for her. She hugged her teammates as she celebrated their first ever championship win.

After a quick shower and a change into her normal clothes, (Y/N) exited the change rooms to find Colson waiting for her. She quickly ran and jumped into his arms, causing him to laugh and hug her tightly.

“We actually won!” she said, the shock and excitement having yet to wear off. “I can’t believe we actually won!”

“I told you you would!” Colson reminded her as he placed her back onto the ground. “You guys have been practicing for months and giving it your all in the games. You deserve this win.”

“It was a close one, we were sure that the other team had our asses. I haven’t felt so relieved as after the moment I managed to get the ball past the goalie right before the timer ran out.”

Colson wrapped her in his arms again and kissed her forehead. “You were amazing. I’m so proud of you, babe.”

(Y/N) smiled and gave him a quick peck. As they were getting ready to leave, more of her teammates exited the change room, also still talking about their win.

“Hey (Y/L/N)!” one called. “We’re gonna drop our stuff home and go to a nearby bar to celebrate our win, you in?”

(Y/N) opened her mouth to agree when Colson cut her off, “Of course she’s in! But, I had a little celebration planned at our place, so she may be a little late.”

Her teammate gave the couple a knowing smile. “Okay, I’ll text you which place we’re going to. Have fun love birds.”

(Y/N) looked at Colson in confusion as he put an arm around her shoulder and began to lead her towards the car. “You have a celebration planned for me? As in...like already set up at the house? First off, when did you get time to do that, and second, what if we had lost?”

“I keep telling you, I knew your team would win. I had no doubts in my mind. To answer your first question, I did it after you left this morning for your practice. I had an alarm set for when I knew you’d be leaving and got up right away to set everything up.”

She smiled and leaned into him. It was a sweet gesture, but she was starting to feel a bit nervous on what this “surprise celebration” was going to be.

Colson wouldn’t give her any hints. She kept asking, trying to guess what he possibly had to get up so early to set up, or why he set anything up, but he wouldn’t budge. He just kept telling her she’d have to wait until they got home. Not even a slight acknowledgement that she was getting close to figuring out what it was.

When they pulled into the driveway, Colson quickly got out first before helping (Y/N) out. He put his hands over her eyes and guided her into the house. When the door closed behind him, he uncovered her eyes and (Y/N) gasped at the sight before her.

Leading from the door up to their bedroom was a line of rose petals. She followed them towards the room with Colson closely behind her. Their bedroom door was closed, and when she opened it she found that the trail of petals led all the way to their bed, where there was more petals in the shape of a heart.

“Awe, Colson!” she said, turning to face her boyfriend. “This is so cute, thank you.”

“You’re welcome, babe,” Colson responded, kissing her again. “But this isn’t the end of the celebration.”

(Y/N) squealed as Colson picked her up. She giggled and wrapped her arms around his neck as he carried her towards the bed and put her down gently. They quickly shed each other of their clothes before Colson pressed his body against hers. He lightly kissed her neck, causing her to moan and press her hips against his, begging him to fuck her already.

When he slipped himself inside of her, she gasped but quickly replaced it with a moan of pleasure. Colson rested his head in the crook of her neck as he began to slowly thrust in and out. (Y/N) ran her hands over his back, curling her fingers into his skin as she felt pleasure course through her body.

“You’re so beautiful,” Colson mumbled against her as he showered any piece of bare skin he could reach with kisses. “You’re a fucking goddess baby.”

(Y/N) giggled. “I don’t know about that, but I’ll accept the compliment.”

Colson smiled at her before lowering himself to press his lips against hers. His thrusts slowly began to pick up speed, not too fast but no longer painfully slow. (Y/N) couldn’t help but moan against Colson’s lips as she felt him pull himself out of her, then fill her up again. The feeling was driving her crazy, but she didn’t want to finish yet and have it end so soon.

Suddenly, Colson wrapped his arms around her back and flipped them over, causing (Y/N) to exclaim and giggle with excitement. He sat up with his back against the headboard and cupped her face.

“This is a pleasant surprise,” she giggled as she began to rock her hips against him. “Is this what winning gets me?”

“Sometimes, other times, if I’m in the mood, I might just let you ride my cock anyways,” Colson responded before kissing her deeply again.

His words drove (Y/N) crazy. She wrapped her arms around his neck and began to bounce instead of rocking, causing Colson to groan against her lips.

They were so lost in one another. (Y/N) was hold onto Colson as if her life depended on hit as her bouncing motions became quicker, while Colson had his arms lazily looped around her waist. She felt the familiar pressure building up in her stomach, but she wasn’t sure if she was ready to let go yet.

It wasn’t until Colson mumbled against her lips, “Fuck baby, I’m so close” that she finally let herself go, throwing her head back and letting out a stream of curse words as well as Colson’s name. Shortly after, Colson’s grip on her tightened as his climax followed.

They stayed pressed against one another, breathing heavily, before (Y/N) finally fell onto the bed. Her whole body was aching from both the game and the sex, but it almost felt like a good ache. It was a reminder of her big win, and the prize that came after it.

Colson laid down beside her and wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her to him. They cuddled together for some time, and (Y/N) was just about to drift off to sleep when she heard her phone chime, indicating that she had a text.

“Probably the team,” she said. “They must be at the bar, or have been for a while.”

“Want me to get it for you?” Colson asked, already reaching for her phone.

(Y/N) shook her head, sleepily. “Not really. I don’t know if I want to go celebrate with them right now.”

“You should go celebrate with your team, baby. You won a huge game today! That calls for a big celebration!”

(Y/N) smiled as she looked up at him. “I guess you’re right. But can I lay here for another little while? My body isn’t ready to be active again just yet.”

He chuckled and kissed her forehead. “Of course, I’m not ready to get up either. I’m so proud of you, you know. You really deserved that win.”

“Thank you, baby,” (Y/N) responded. “And thank you for always being there during late night or early morning practices, and through all my worries and frustrations.”

Colson gave her a slight squeeze. “You don’t have to thank me, (Y/N). That’s just what boyfriends are for. You know I love cheering you on. I am your biggest fan after all.”

(Y/N) giggled and kissed Colson again before finally pulling herself up out of bed. “Well, I’m gonna go get the team celebration over with so I can come back here and celebrate with you more.”

Colson smiled at her as he watched her collecting her clothes from the floor. “I’ll be eagerly awaiting your return.”

this isn’t the greatest, but i found my inspiration fizzled nearly halfway through :( i hope you like it anyways!

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[iphoenixrising]

Check, Please WIP: Part 1-4

AHL!Bitty

I’m going to hell, but… Parse, Bitty, and Jack or PB&J as I’ve seen it, have some wonderful stories in the fandom, and tbh I’ve come to look at Kent Parsons very differently thanks to a few. You can probably check them out on my Ao3 bookmarks and such. 

Notes: 

I know shit all about hockey but damn if I don’t love Check, Please! Not everything is accurate and some details are mine. Like, I’m just going to pretend the Bruins aren’t in Providence, and the Pawtucket Rebels are the AHL team. 

But then, what if Jack and Bits didn’t get that kiss at the end of Jack’s graduation? What if they just stayed the best of friends, pining away at one another until Kent Parson comes back into Jack’s life. Now it’s not just Jack pining, it’s Kent too :D

And, well, after winning the Championship his senior year, bringing that back to Samwell, Eric Bittle might just think he hasn’t had enough Hockey after all.

Really, it’s time to put up or shut up.

** Pro

Of all the things on Kent Parson’s Wish List (winning the Stanley Cup, being on a team he loves, playing hockey for the rest of his life, having a pet and Kit meets all those criteria for so much cute and cuddly), getting his friendship back on track with Jack Zimmermann hadn’t moved down from number 1, ever. 

Things changed after that disaster at his college frat house, then later in Zimm’s first season with the Falconers, Kent wasn’t sure it could even be a wish. 

When it came to hockey, things were always too easy. They never had to talk about it, about what they were doing on the ice. All of that just came like breathing. Parse and Zimms, Zimms and Parse. The whole Zimmermann-Parson No-Look One-Timer was never something they discussed, it was something that just happened. 

On the ice, they were unbeatable, just like in Juniors.

Off the ice...was a different story. 

(Sometimes he dreams about it, finding Jack passed out on the bathroom floor of the hotel, foaming at the mouth, panic and adrenaline hitting Kent hard when he’s pretty sure his best friend, the man he almost-kind of-sometimes loves, is going to die on this floor.)

Jack’s problem with pills started early, around the time he and Kent got serious enough to play for scouts that started coming around with the promise of watching the son of Bad Bob. 

(He was always partially to blame for Jack’s downfall. Kent had been the closest to Jack back then, had seen the signs, had tried to pull him back whenever he could, had been the one to ease Zimms down before every game, to be the one sitting in a corner with the bigger Canadian, running his hands over Jack’s shoulders and holding his hands, checking his breathing, helping him work through the anxiety.)

But, but!

That’s all old history, something Jack probably never wants to revisit ever again (because he cut you out of his life so well–), even when he makes it to the Falconers. 

(After that disaster at his school, well, no wonder.)

And Kent just has to deal with that, has to accept it finally, and just move on. 

(He could have been an Ace, just that fast, playing with Kent’s team of awesome guys. And fuck did it hurt when Jack turned him down flat...)

Until this little shit came along.

** 1

Eric Bittle realizes he’s severely messed up when he doesn’t kiss Jack Zimmermann at graduation. 

For two years, they’ve played hard hockey for Samwell, have gotten close, becoming best friends. They’ve held checking clinics, hugged tightly in cellys, watched boring as hell history documentaries on that god-awful green couch, and pulled each other back from the brink of insanity during midterms and finals. They’ve spent time in the kitchen with Bitty cooking and Jack working at the table. They’ve spent time outside in the quad, bullshittin’ like the oldest friends, chirpin’ back n’ forth like they’re two peas in a pod. 

Jack somehow started being his best friend without even trying. 

The last game showed him how close they’d become when he’s going through the empty rink, making it to the loading dock, just a flash of jersey leading him to Jack hunched over, tears in his eyes. 

The utter agony right there had gone through Bitty like lightning, driving him forward to hop up on the pallets Jack was sitting on, and wrap both arms around those wide shoulders, hold on to ‘im as tight as he can. 

“It ain’t your fault, Jack. You did so good with us. I’m so proud of you, honey, you have no idea. You worked so hard, so hard, Jack.”

“Bits,” is soft and sad, Jack choking a little, but those big arms come around him, crush him against Jack’s chest and the pads he’s still wearing. 

“I know, I know. Sometimes it just isn’t in the cards, no matter how hard we fight. You get that, don’t you? Sometimes it just is what it is.”

“I can’t–” accept that is what Jack wants to say. 

“I know it’s hard, but sometimes all the trainin’ and plannin’ and best of intentions just aren’t enough to tip the scales in your favor.”

And Jack seems to get something there, tightens his arms a little more, and holds on. 

It’s a little while later when Jack’s stopped shaking like a leaf, “I wanted to bring home a Championship. Wanted to make my mark on Samwell.”

“Of course you did–”

“Thought after all this time, everything I owe Samwell and the team, bringing me here, giving me this second chance–”

“Oh Jack,” at this juncture, Bittle’s head is under Jack’s chin. 

“I finally felt like I’d stopped fucking up,” is rough and dark in the quiet of the rink. “I thought coming to Samwell was a...a punishment. I dealt with it because I thought my life was going to start after, when I finished up my degree and got back into the Draft. But that’s...that’s not how it happened. My life started the minute I met you and the team and I remembered why the hell I love hockey so damn much in the first place.”

And if maybe a few slow, shameful tears escaped Bitty, well, no one would ever know.

But they got even closer as Jack’s graduation loomed, and Eric Bittle stayed in his own personal hell of loving Jack so much it ached, but helpless to stay away to protect himself. 

Instead, when Jack pauses at his door, Bits knows what he needs and finds space to lounge on Jack’s bed, scrolling through Twitter while Jack talks about the negotiations with NHL teams or works on his last assignments. 

Watching Jack pack his things, preparing for the Falconer’s training camp, getting ready for the next stage of his life, all of it makes Bits so dang proud and so sad at the same time.

But, well, nothin’ lasts forever, now does it.

When Jack ran all the way back to the Haus just to see him, just to pull him in hard for a desperate last hold, it was all Bits could do to stop from sobbing his heart out.

“–and you’re coming to Providence this summer to stay with me for a while, and-and I’ll be down when I can. You’re going to Skype me all the time. Bits, promise me. All the time.”

“Okay, Jack. Okay.”

Something soft in French that he has no idea what it could possibly mean, but he absolutely imagines Jack pressing a kiss in his hair. 

“I’m sorry, Bits, but I have to go. I...I’ll text you, okay?”

“Okay,” is more watery than he’d like, but he can look up in Jack’s blue, blue eyes and at least feel warm that he’s had this man for as long as he has. When Jack’s hands slide out of his, he somehow doesn’t feel like he’s losing anything at all. 

** 2

And just like that, Jack takes a step in his life he never could have predicted. Like an hour away instead of across the hall is enough to keep holding on, enough that Jack comes to Madison over the summer, enough that he asks Bitty to show him how to use FaceTime and SnapChat. 

It’s enough for Jack to pick him up off his feet every time they meet up and bury his face in Bitty’s hair. It’s enough for Jack to Skype almost nightly while he’s tuckered out in his bed, talking about the joys and pitfalls of being a professional athlete. 

It’s enough that he gets to meet the Falconers long before preseason starts, and the amount of pies he brings is literally obscene.

(It all works out just fine in the end because he goes home with the empty pans. Not a single slice left.)

It’s enough when Jack talks more about life than hockey sometimes, and Bitty is utterly helpless to stop any of it. And it’s funny, he thinks, how he was sure Jack would just flitter out of his life after a while. That they would be reduced to a Skype call once a week maybe when they find the time, then once a month, then not at all, moving into texting once and a while until Jack would be nothing more than one of his best memories of Samwell. 

It’s funny how he thought Jack moving into the NHL, moving to Providence, moving out of the Haus, moving on with his life, would mean also moving on from Eric Bittle.

And my, how wrong he was about all that.

Watching Jack play with the Falconers from the stands with the Stanley Cup on the line is not really where he’d thought he’d be once Jack had graduated. 

But, if anything else, they’ve gotten even closer than before. 

And when the buzzer finally sounds and the Falconers win it, he’s among the crowd running out on the ice for the biggest celly of the year. 

Jack spots him immediately, grabs him up with a victorious roar, and skates around people holding Bitty like a favorite toy until Tater scoops him up from Jack yelling about “Nook pies!”

Marty skates by him, ruffling his hair with something twinkling in his eye. Thirdy hauls him up, too, though Bitty has no idea why all these hockey players are just throwing him around when they’ve just won the Stanley Cup, but he still thinks it’s awful nice of them to include him in their celebration.

He doesn’t go back to Georgia for the summer after all or the next one before he starts his senior year, but goes between staying in Jack’s guest room and the Haus instead. His Mama’s not happy about it at all, but he’s a grown man, so that’s all she can say about that.

So Bitty passes the summer of his Senior year training with Jack or at Faber when the ice is up for grabs, works on some chapters for his someday cookbook, and continues his vlog so everyone can see how superior filo is to choux in the right circumstances.

With the season over after winning the Cup, Jack is over at the Haus more than ever if Bitty’s not in Providence already staying in his guest room. 

It should be strange to answer the door at the Haus on Saturday morning during the summer and see Jack there in his trainers, sweats, and t-shirt, wanting to hang out for the day after he’d put in a few hours at the Falc’s stadium already. 

(“C’mon, Bits. Can’t slack during the summer. You’re the captain. Set an example.”

“Jack, it’s summer. Leave me alone until at least nine am for goodness sake!”

“Not going to happen, bud.”)

It should be strange riding the train or in the passenger seat of Jack’s SUV on their way to Providence while he fiddles with the music and Jack doesn’t complain about the selection. 

It should be strange to wake up on Jack’s couch, laying on a broad shoulder with a heavy arm flopped around Bitty’s waist and logs being sawed in his ear.

It should be strange to know Jack’s kitchen better than the back of his hand, and to be giddy every time there’s a new utensil bought with him in mind.

(“Jack, why in the world would you need a dough scraper of all things?” “Not for me, Bits.”

“O-Oh!”

“Yeah. Thank Tater. He went with me this time. He held up that and said, ‘oh does B have one of these? It looks important.’ I didn’t know so I bought it in case.”)

It should be strange to see Jack’s Skype requests almost every night before bed, or have his former captain sprawled out in Bitty’s full sized bed once Lardo, Ransom, and Holster are already moved out and the new Waffles are well into the first semester of his senior year.

(“Good Lord, Jack, scoot over!”

“Mm.” Jack scootches maybe a foot more so Bitty can climb in beside him, already yawning. “Comfy, bud?”

“Gettin’ there,” and he absolutely ignores how much easier he falls asleep when Jack throws a heavy arm over him.)

It should be strange for Jack to whip him on up in a big hug when he admits the boys voted him as the Captain, and Jack breathes out, “damn right,” too close to his ear.

(“I don’t know if I can do this, Jack.”

“Too bad, Bits. Looks like you’re already doing it.”)

It should be strange for Jack to chirp him about his thesis, about his struggle with Whiskey, about why this darn strudel just won’t turn out right.

(“Jaques Laurant Zimmermann, do not make me ground you from pie.”

“Haha. I know you wouldn’t do that, bud.”

“Oh? Don’t be so sure, Mister.”)

It should be strange to get an earful when his new video comes out and Jack had no idea the jam war was that serious while Bitty has been supplying the Falconers for nearly a year. 

(“Are you kidding? Aunt Judy is really that upset?”

“You have no idea, honey. It’s almost World War III down there.”

“Good thing you’re stuck at Samwell.”

“Good thing is right! I don’t want any part of that mess.”)

But somehow it never is. Strange, that is, to have Jack so much. Even though nothing could happen between them (“Never fall for a straight boy.”), Bitty still can’t let go of Jack, can’t deny him, can’t tell him no, can’t be the one that fails to respond when Jack reaches out for him. 

Even when Kent Parson shows up at a Falcs game and cheers himself hoarse, screams for Jack right there on live TV.

And while trying to get through his dang senior year, trying to get his team to the Eastern Conference, he watches how Jack and Kent start to move back in one another’s orbit.

...which is probably why he doesn’t tell Jack anything about the scouts from the AHL coming to see him after the game with Princeton.

** 3

The Pawtucket Rebels manager, Michael McLean, is the one that meets Bitty with a Standard Player Contract the morning he gets back from Jack’s place when they’re going to be starting in the Frozen Four if they win the next two games.

The weekend away was nice, but he hadn’t been expecting Jack’s intention to introduce him to Kent Parson of the Las Vegas Aces. 

“We’ve already met,” Bitty had filled in, still shaking Kent’s hand with a distant smile on his face, “at the Haus party when he swung on by.”

“Not my best moment,” the Captain admits sheepishly, eyes not meeting Bitty’s, and dang it if the boy ain’t at least a little bit cute. 

“I suppose we all have our days,” Bits just drawls out and gives him a wink. He holds out the plate of fresh cookies as some kind of peace offering. 

The weekend was still nice, being caught up in Kent’s manic energy and Jack’s easy acceptance. But, he starts seeing the signs pretty easily, when Jack’s hand goes to Kent’s shoulder after a good joke, the exchanged glances that linger, the slowly dwindling personal space that used to be there for them. How they start finishing each other’s sentences, and oh, doesn’t it just make his heart give a little beat when he sees them both happy. 

(But doesn’t that just break it at the same dang time. Not only does Jack like men, but he’s already got his sights set on his old boyfriend. It’s almost enough to make a grown man cry. Bitty consoles himself after breaking down in his room on Sunday when Jack and Kent dropped him off at the Haus. Only Senor Bun knew how much he’d ugly cried himself out that night.)

When Mr. McLean gives him the contract to peruse and a business card with his information circled in blue pen, Bitty almost picks up his phone to call Jack, talk about what he would need other than a lawyer to go over this thing. 

He thinks about Kent and calls Coach and Mama the next morning instead, promises to send scanned copies of the contract. Mama asks if this is something he really wants to think about doing after graduation. 

“It’s money, Mama, a lot of money, and who knows? Hockey might not be outta my heart just yet. I’ll still have time for everything else.”

He only feels a little bit bad when Jack Skypes him on a roadie, set-up in a hotel, asks how his darn thesis is going, and promises to be at the next home game. 

Kent joins the call while Bits is slid down all snug and sleepy-eyed, kids around with him by making kissy faces. 

“College is brutal, Bits. You aren’t sleeping enough.”

“Well, now that’s life, ain’t it?”

Bitty knows something’s going on between them because Kent is shaking a finger at the screen and lecturing him about procrastination while Kit snoozes on. He’d only known if Jack told him about it.

“Bits, your thesis is basically about baking. Baking is the thing you love that isn’t hockey.”

“That doesn’t make it any easier,” Bitty slurs tiredly, wondering how he’s talking to the man that’s swiping his unrequited crush right out from under him even though he doesn’t even feel too bad about it. Not when he sees how good Kent is for Jack now, even if that hadn’t always been the case.

(Long as it makes Jack happy, I can endure it. It’s tough, but I’m tougher.)

But really. Kent Parson is so different from his image as the Captain of the Aces, Bitty can’t help but genuinely like the man. 

“I’m so jealous. I love peppermint cookies and I’ve never gotten any sent to me!”

Sleepy time Bitty makes a note of that even when the world fuzzes out a little bit more.  

“God, he’s so cute, Zimms.”

“Euh. He really is, Kenny. We should hang-up and let him sleep.”

Or he might of just dreamed that part.

The Aces have a hard game coming up, and he’s got his outline done, so the Haus is finally going to let him alone long enough to bake one single, solitary pie. In the middle of it, he certainly doesn’t expect Jack to show up with a six pack of Molson Blue, apparently assuming they’re going to watch it together and cheer on Kent.

“But I expect you to cheer for the Falcs when it comes down to us and the Aces, Bits.”

“Oh honey, I always root for the underdog anyhow.”

The chirp makes Jack flop back on his bed and laugh hard enough for tears to be in his eyes. Bitty just goes back to the Aces on his laptop and drinks Jack’s awful beer with a smirk.

He stirs a little from sleep to Jack talking softly beside him in bed since “It’s too late to drive back to Providence tonight. Move over, bud.”

He mutters something maybe, sighing instead when fingers comb through his hair. 

“That W was perfection, Parse. You were skating your best life out there, eh?...sleeping right now. Yeah, senior year is a pain in the ass...you bet I miss you. Three weeks, we’ll be close enough to Vegas...yeah, I’ll try to get him to come along, but the Wellies are getting closer to the Championship...he would kill to bring it home for the boys.”

But he probably imagined all that, too. 

Still, he’s got a short break before the next round of games, and just five days until his deadline to let Mr. McLean have his answer when Jack shows up at the Haus and is apparently confused why Bitty isn’t packed for Vegas.

“What do you mean we’re going to Las Vegas, Jack?!” Because this is the first he’s heard about it, and how does Jack already have a plane ticket for him?

“Come off it, bud. If I go there without you, Kenny will never forgive me.”

“How does he even know I don’t have a game?” He frets while putting sleep shorts in a suitcase, wonders if he should bring one of his suits since Jack is already wearing one. 

Jack’s brows scrunch together, “Don’t you talk to him on that–that bird one? All the time? He says he always reads your updates.”

He pauses with a pair of boxer briefs and gives Jack his very best unimpressed expression, “Jack, sweet pea, please tell me you didn’t just refer to Twitter as that bird one?” He carefully does not say anything about Kent Parson checking his Twitter updates.

The soft smile and shrug in reply answers that now doesn’t it.

“I swear, what would you do without me,” he sighs, a little throb of love getting caught in his chest, and he just busies himself right on past it, going for at least one pair of flip flops probably buried under mounds of winter gear. 

“Honestly? If I didn’t have you these last few years, maybe it would have been like what happened when I was in the Q,” Jack leans back on his elbows on Bitty’s bed, right beside the suitcase he’s quickly trying to pack. Being stuck between two button-ups, biting his bottom lip because he’s already bringing so much takes a backseat when Jack mentions the days he was in Juniors, and Bitty feels his eyebrows raise. 

“When we started checking clinics, you and me, that was the most...balanced I ever started feeling after all that. The, ah, overdose. That...that might have been where I ended up if it hadn’t been for you and Samwell.”

With a breath (because Lord, here was Jack finally talking about it, in such a soft tone, his eyes so very blue, and just! Well, he’s not made of stone and this is Jack), he scoots the suitcase back and plops right down on the bed, reaching for Jack’s hand. He carefully looks at the closed door and rubs those big fingers with his thumb.

“You honestly think you would have made those same mistakes without me, Jack?” He tries to be nice about it, “because I sure as heck don’t.”

His fingers tighten around Bitty’s, a squeeze, a soft thank-you.

“I mean, I didn’t know you back then, so I can’t say who you were, but there are some parts of that Jack left in the one I know now. And the Jack I know now is someone that knows how to lead his team, and takes care of them, who knows how to inspire them. The Jack I know got up extra early just to help this hopeless case learn to overcome his fear and be able to play hockey better than he ever could have before. You helped me not just be able to take the check, but I’m a captain, a center, and I earned it because of you. The Jack I know is selfless in so many ways and selfish in just the right ones, and dang it, he’s my best friend, so you better not say anything else like that about him again.”

The bed shifts under him when Jack sits up, a big hand coming up to palm the side of Bitty’s face so Jack can lean his forehead in, look straight at him from just inches away with those stupidly big blue eyes, and be so warm and just Jack. 

“You were never hopeless, Bits,” and with his voice that low, being this close, Bitty feels his cheeks getting warm, his eyes helplessly sliding down to Jack’s mouth.

The errant thought Vegas, we’re going to Vegas shakes him out of the moment, and he pats Jack’s forearm, gently pulling back from the very intense, heart-stopping moment where his brain almost killed him when it told him to just go on and kiss Jack.

But his brain also knows it would probably be the last thing he’d ever do with Jack because Jack has Kent for that now, doesn’t he?

Mentally shaking himself, Bitty stands quickly, goes back to his suitcase, “All right, now for heaven’s sake, Jack, help me here. I’ve never been to Las Vegas–”

And it’s not nearly as hot in Georgia as it is in Las Vegas when they get off the plane, but everything else about it is incredible. 

(He doesn’t think about how nice it was to ride next to Jack on the plane, talking strategy and the team, the upcoming games and new plays they might bring to the ice. It’s nice to hear about the Falcs eating his peanut butter and jelly sandwiches with hollers for more. The pies never last long and cookies are always a favorite.)

He might have worried for about a minute, fiddling with the Uber app on his phone to update his location, but Jack just lays a hand on his back and guides him out of the terminal. 

“Don’t worry about it, Bits, we’ve got a ride.”

And standing by a stunning red Ferrari is Kent Parson himself, grinning wide under his sunglasses.

“Oh my,” even if it’s a little breathless, he gives himself an out here because wow, it’s a nice car. 

(And he is not at all looking at Kent’s bare arms or muscled calves. Absolutely not. He’s already got one heartache, thank-you very much.)

He still squeaks a little when Kent literally picks him up off his feet and swings him around.

“There’s my guys! Falconers and Rebels!” Kent yells for half the airport to hear. 

Jack blinks and Bitty groans softly.

Those blue eyes aren’t accusing him of anything, but it’s that same confused look when he tries to figure out if the next song is Destiny’s Child or Queen Bey herself.

“Rebels?”

He doesn’t wince, but it’s a close thing.

“I’ll...tell you about it later.” He waves off, deflecting perfectly, and snaps up his luggage again now that he’s on his feet.

“Oh,” Kent looks from him to Jack and back to him, and his mouth opens probably to say something else no one else needs to hear.

“Thank-you for coming to pick us up, by the way,” he starts rambling right on, “I’ve never been to Las Vegas before. And we’re even going to watch a game? How exciting! Should I make something for your team? A good luck something maybe? Is there a grocery store close to your house? Can we stop? Maybe I could do a few apple pies and a strawberry one...?”

“You can make me food all day, B,” Kent smiles so wide and white down at him and just swipes his bag right up out of Bitty’s hand like it weighs nothing at all. “My favorite pie is peach, just in case you were wondering.”

Bitty slaps him right on the arm, absolutely offended. “Kenneth Virgil Parson the Third, like I wouldn’t already know what your favorite pie is! Why of all the nerve!”

And that is how Bitty talked himself right out of the AHL conversation with Jack. At least, for the time being. 

**

In the end, he makes two apples, two strawberries, and three peach pies, one for Kenny to keep at home.

Jack mutters under his breath about the Falcs needing a peach pie, and Bitty can absolutely do that once they get back home. 

The boys are wonderful at keeping him company in Kent’s big kitchen while he works, staying out of his way unless he directs them. 

“It’s not going to be a super exciting game. The Schooners are old rivals since before I came to the Aces,” Kenny shrugs, fish oven mitts on, and his own apron is really just Kit’s face blown up on a white background.

But the man’s fish oven mitt is–

Wait for it

– named Fish.

Because Kent is a master at naming things, obviously.

Kit Puurson is laying on the kitchen table from where Bitty banished her from walking along the counters while he’s baking.

“Now, don’t sell it short, sugar pie,” Bitty replies absently, makes the lattice on the last pie perfect. The A in the center is going to be great once the pie finishes baking. “It’s going to be exciting to see you play live no matter what.”

“Aw,” and Kent is smiling all nice at him now that he probably knows Bitty’s not gunning for his boyfr- for Jack, “you’re just saying that because it’s true.”

“Of course I am, Kent. It is true.”

“Any time you get bored of watching the Falcs, all you have to do is call me, Bits. I’ll have you on a plane in a hot minute,” and Bitty has to look over at him for that because it might have been a chirp at Jack, but the tone was a lil’ too serious for his taste.

“Who knows, Mister Parson, I might take you up on that someday.”

(When hell freezes over.)

“I hope so, Bits,” Kent’s eyes go to the masterpieces on the counter waiting for their turn in the oven, “I really hope so.”

*

At the game later that night, before the Aces take the ice, Bitty gets a Snap from Kent Parson. 

All the pie pans are licked clean. Not a crumb in sight.

Bitty sighs in unmitigated relief.

Even though he feels strange not wearing a Falconers or Samwell jersey when he’s at a hockey game, he can’t blame Jack for leaving their home team merchandise back in Providence. 

Earlier, Kent had tugged an Ace's jersey over his head and landed a cap as the cherry on top, winking at him while Jack was busy grumbling to himself about something or other. 

It feels odd to have someone’s name across his back other than his own (or frankly Zimmermann because Jack already gave him two hoodies and several other Falcs shirts, which was real kind of him, and they’re such nice clothes!), but his Mama would fly up from Georgia and whoop his butt good if she knew he’d refused a gift from a celebrity. 

So, even with Jack scowling, he accepts the jersey and hat for the game tonight.

He and Jack find their seats, right behind the bench, and it looks like they can finally settle in.

Jack keeps a running monologue of stats and predictions, leaning in to Bitty while eating the carrot sticks they'd packed in so Jack wouldn't be tempted with junk food.

This boy and his rigid schedule of cheat days. Honestly.

And Bitty is content to talk hockey and the upcoming season, is content to talk about the Samwell team and the next game coming up. 

He gets to watch Kent and the Aces make an opening lap around the rink to wave at their fans, laughs at the finger guns right in their direction.  

He settles on in to watch what will probably be a good game no matter what Kent said earlier, and of course, Jack chooses then to bring it up.

"Are you going to tell me about the Rebels anytime soon?” Jack is watching the game when he finally says it, something in his tone of voice that sounds a little closer to mad.

Bitty looks over, guilty as sin, and Jack looks back, all kind of calm.

“I...I didn’t make a decision or anything–” he starts then turns away from those blue eyes. “I-I should go get us something to drink! Jack, what do you want to–”

He’s halfway out of his chair, but Jack’s hand on his wrist stops him, pulls him back down to his seat.

“Don’t be mad!” Bitty sighs, loud and long, “I didn’t even know what to do when Mr. McLean came to see me.”

Jack hums, “You could have called your best friend who happens to be a professional hockey player.”

“That will be enough chirps outta you, Mister Zimmermann. You were already having a time with the changes to your medication, and I didn’t want to add anything else to your list.”

Jack guffaws at him, “that was two months ago, Bits, and my anxiety is under control. You could have told me anytime since then.”

“Well, I–” and Bitty has a moment where his mouth almost runs right away with him, and he almost tells Jack they ain’t datin’ so not everything has to be out in the open.

“You?”

And even though Kent has the puck, Jack’s eyes are all for Bitty.

“Jack,” he sighs, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

“You can tell me anything. You know that, right bud?” And that line between his eyebrows lets Bitty know Jack is actually concerned.

“Of course, Jack, I...I just. I don’t know, you’ve got your own career to worry about, and I don’t even know if I still want to play hockey after graduation, nonetheless with a team in the AHL.” He shrugs lamely, pretty sure Jack probably thinks he’s an idiot.

“There’s nothing wrong with that, Bits. You don’t have to make a decision right away.”

“Well, I’ve got about five days until he wants to know if I accept their offer,” Bitty rubs the back of his neck, cheeks pink. 

“Oh. Well, you should let me read the contract anyway, eh? At the very least, it could help you make a decision if the offer isn’t for much.”

“If– I mean, if you want to? That would be real nice.”

“Euh. Tomorrow morning after my run, we’ll look at it.” Jack gives a sharp nod like he’s accomplished something, pats Bitty on the shoulder, and goes back to the game, just as pleased as pie.

**

The win was really something for the Aces, and he gets to meet Swoops, Poots, Scrappy, and Gopher when Kent tells them the baker of the pies is at the game.

“Oh my God, I ate like three pieces,” Swoops pats him on the shoulder and laughs.

“I’m so glad you enjoyed it!”

“Oh totally. Gopher can’t help himself around sweets, so you might get a marriage proposal if you aren’t careful.”

“O-oh my! That’s mighty sweet, but I would hate to have to break his poor heart.” Bitty laughs a little and doesn’t notice how Jack’s eyes narrow. 

It’s entertaining as all get out when Jack groans at the amount of chirps he’s already gotten for being a Falc instead of an Ace.

“He’s got important...things in Rhode Island,” Kent had finally said to his team, which Bitty did not understand at all.

(But, it does make sense. Jack wants to stay close to Shitty and everyone from Samwell. He couldn’t be part of their nearly everyday lives if he had joined the Aces.)

They drop by Kent’s house to change clothes, and head out to celebrate the victory with the team, and all that fluttering around his room at the Haus is suddenly worth it when he looks damn good in his button-up with a black tank top underneath and a pair of shorts that look like they’ve been painted on his ass.

When he comes downstairs, Kent wolf whistles and Jack gets red in the face.

“Are you sure–” Jack starts, a little stuttery that makes Bitty preen.

“Mister Zimmermann, it’s best you do not finish that sentence,” Bitty snipes with his nose in the air.

It’s absolutely satisfying when two very cute boys dance with him at the club, grinding on him and having a heck of a good time.

He doesn’t notice Jack’s sour face until the third or fourth song in, and by then, Kent is making his way through the crowd. 

The hand on his arm pulls him out from between two different boys, and Bitty is just about to give whoever it is what for, but Kent just shifts to grip his hips and pulls him in, back-to-chest. 

And Lord help him, Kent is an amazing dancer. How does he even get himself into these things?

** 

Watching his favorite person, favorite people, dance is giving Jack too many Ideas.

He already has plenty when it comes to Bits. Even more when it comes to Kenny since they have history to fall back on, but for Kenny and Bits? His brain might shut down because Jack is even more invested in that. 

(Kenny hasn’t said anything, but Jack knows him, knows what the look in those eyes means when he watches Bitty. Instead of Kenny trying to talk him into asking Bitty for a date, maybe Jack should be trying to do the same. Or-or talking about if all three of them…?)

As is, Jack has a lot more thinking to do after this trip.

“I swear I take care of him as much as he lets me,” Jeff is saying, “it’s not like it’s his first year anymore. He’s way past all that, Jack.”

“I know,” Jack downs his beer, tries not to be too irritated at Swoops because of the attitude. Since he and Kenny have been talking again, he knows more about that first year with the Aces and Kenny’s struggles after the Draft than he’d wanted to know at the time. He hadn’t wanted to focus on the difficulties his best friend was having with a new career as a professional athlete, was more concerned about getting himself through rehab. 

He’s been finding out about those struggles and bad times, feels better knowing about all the things he’d missed out on back then because that means Kenny is talking to him again.

(“You cut me out!” Still haunts Jack sometimes when he thinks about how he did that to his best friend, his other half. At the time, it had seemed like a trade he didn’t have any other choice but to make, give up his best friend for the chance to get better.)

Jeff was the Ace Kenny billeted with his first year, and the two are close. Maybe even closer than Jack and Kenny had been in the Q. 

He doesn’t deserve to be jealous of that, but somehow, he still is.

“I did him wrong when he was in the Draft,” Jack finally admits to Swoops, “and I’m glad he had you and the team there when he needed you. I just...I just want to make sure he’s okay. Kenny means a lot to me.”

Swoops raises a brow over the beer he’s drinking. “He was pretty torn up over you that first year, Zimmermann. If I could have, I would have found you and punched you right in the nose for that kid.”

Jack shrugs a shoulder, “would have deserved it.”

“Yeah, yeah you would have,” but it seems like the salt has gone out of Jeff’s spine, and he slumps down in his seat across from Jack. “I had to tell the team not to mention your name for a long time. Not gonna lie, when you got picked for the Falcs, I drove over to his place and stayed the night in case he had a breakdown.”

And oh does that hit Jack right in the heart. 

“But, he was...not okay but okay? He was happy for you, is the point.”

Jack’s heart twists painfully at that, “Euh. He’s a better friend than I deserve.”

“You know, he told me about going to your college, right?”

Jack looks Swoops in the face, thinks he might get a little more clarity about that night of the Epikegster.

“Yeah, he did,” because Jeff can read the tell me more on Jack’s face, “and he beat himself up about it for months. Told me he ran off at the mouth because he was angry at you. Hell, you weren’t even happy to see him.”

At the time, no. No, he wasn’t. 

“It was...a shock. We both said some pretty harsh things, I think. But, we’ve come a long way since then.”

“I’d say so. He can say your name without looking like he’s going to start crying now at least.”

Kenny…

“I’m not going to do that again,” Jack feels like he needs Jeff to know this. “He’s stuck with me this time, eh?”

Swoops laughs and raises his glass for Jack to tap with his own, “here’s hoping, Zimmermann. Here’s hoping. But hey, at least he has someone to help pick-up the pieces.”

**

Kent manages to get them through the throng of people at the bar and get them bottles of water, bracketing Bitty in with his arms to keep people around from jostling them.

They’re both sweaty and panting after the last song, and Bitty doesn’t even know how he managed to survive pretty much humping a professional hockey player on the dance floor without embarrassing himself.

“That was so fun,” Kent leans down to talk in his ear since they’re so close to the music, “can we dance some more?”

“Of course we can, honey,” Bitty tilts so he’s talking in Kent’s ear, and it presses them closer together, “but do you need to check in with your team?”

The laugh is low against his neck and Bitty almost, almost shudders.

“My guys are big boys, Bits. They’ll be fine without me mother-henning them to death.”

“Well, all right then, handsome. You’d better get me on out on that dance floor before someone else does!”

And it’s another song or so before they get a slow one. Kent manages to maneuver them into a corner, and pulls Bits in for a slow dance.

“Lord, that was fun,” Bitty doesn’t think much of it, his hands around Kent’s neck. “I don’t think I’ve had this much fun in a while.”

“I’m glad to hear it,” and Kent gives him that big ole’ smile that makes his whole face light up, and Bitty can’t really blame just one bit for just how cute Kent is in that moment. “I’m glad you came with Jack, Bits.”

“Me too. I had reservations with how close we’re getting to playoffs, but I’m glad I could take the time.”

The hands on his hips squeeze once, and Kent’s face falls, his eyes darting away.

Bitty moves a hand from around his neck to his face and turns him right on back. “Hey, what is it? Should we go?”

“N-no, no. I was just–” and Kent looks back at him with a frown, leans in a little to talk quieter. “Do you still hate me? From when I came to your college?”

And oh. Oh my.

Well, looks like they’re going to have this talk, aren’t they?

“I mean, it’s okay if you do. I was...a dick, okay? I was a complete and total dick. Zimms and I talked about it some, so-so he gets why I said some of the things I said because I mean, he just–and-and I… There’s a lot is all I’m saying. It was awful, not-not all of it, but therapy kind of helps a little? Sometimes it helps I mean, dealing with it when I found him like that, and then later when Big Bob–”

Bitty gently puts a hand over Kent’s mouth to shush him on up. 

“Kent, honey,” he tries softly, misses how those eyes get wide above his hand, “I understand how someone can say mean things when feelings are hurt, and it seems like you and Jack have mended fences since then, right?”

Kent nods without dislodging his hand, but his eyes are shiny and just oh, that poor boy. Jack had talked to him about those days back in Quebec with Kent Parson as his right-hand man, Bitty knows Kent is the one that saved Jack’s life during that overdose. He knows how quiet and strained Jack’s voice gets when he talks about it, can only imagine how terrified Kent had been finding him, performing CPR, getting him to the hospital in Bad Bob Zimmermann’s car.

He can’t touch that painful past for either of them, wishes sometimes he can give that back when he hears how wistful Jack sounds, sees how Kent sometimes looks like he has regrets. No, Bitty can’t fix their past for them, give them back their innocent days, but he can help the people they are in the here and now, can’t he?

“Well, that’s good to hear. What’s really important is that you don’t do that again, all right? Don’t take your anger out on Jack even if he might deserve it sometimes, and don’t ever say those horrible things to him again. Okay?”

Kent blinks at him and his eyes go softly half-mast. He finally nods with Bitty’s hand still over his mouth.

“Good. Then, we’re all fine, right?”

Another nod and a squeeze to his hips.

“Wonderful. Now Mister Parson, we are going to finish this song and then go back to your boys to celebrate. Maybe if we’re lucky, they’ll play ‘Crazy in Love’ later because that is one of my favorites.” He takes his hand away and grins up at Kent while his heart beats harder at the soft smile looking down on him.

“Good plan, B. If they play it, you can only dance with me, okay?”

“Well, when you put it like that, how can I refuse?”

Sure enough, the DJ plays ‘Crazy in Love’ and Bitty is pretty sure Kent’s the one that asked for it. That absolutely doesn’t mean he gives it any less ass shaking than it rightfully deserves.

**

He’s happy to see Jack laughing with Swoops and Poots when they finally tear themselves away from dancing, and Bitty absolutely refuses to drink whatever fruity thing Kent offers him because he’s not twenty-one quite yet, thank-you very much Mister Parson.

But the Aces are so nice when they leave, thanking Bitty again for his victory pies. He waves them off and doesn’t mind Jack’s hand at the small of his back when Kent guides them out.

(Later that night, he pretends he doesn’t hear Jack get up off the couch and walk down the hall to Kent’s room and softly close the door. But at that point, he’s not sure if he’s still a little jealous, or even who he’s really jealous of if he’s honest with himself.)

He eventually gets a few hours of sleep, and still wakes up god-awful early anyhow.

Since he’s been in this kitchen for three days already, he automatically puts on coffee and pulls out what he’s going to need to feed two big hockey players. 

He doesn’t even register Kent in the doorway watching him until the first cup of coffee is gone and the second is on the way there.

“Oh my Lord!” He fairly screams when he notices Kent watching.

“Sorry,” is totally unrepentant, the ass.

“You sure look it!” Bitty chirps back after his heart has climbed down out of his throat. “Goodness sakes, were you trying to give me a heart attack?”

“Nah, you just look cute in my kitchen, all busy and stuff. I like it.”

And well, that just takes the words right out of his mouth, so he goes back to make sure the bacon doesn’t burn while the quiche cools.

“Bits?!”

Jack is flustered and drenched from the shower, skittering almost right on the ground. He’s only got a towel around his waist and his hair is all over the place.

Bitty can resolutely say it’s the best morning in the history of mornings because that towel is awful short and Jack’s legs are awful long.

“I’m sorry! He just surprised me, we’re fine!” Bitty flaps his hands to shoo Jack out of the doorway. “Go on now and finish your shower. Breakfast is almost ready.”

Jack wipes water out of his eyes from his dripping hair and looks down at him silently.

“I promise, Jack. Go on now. Shoo! Naked is for the bathroom and the locker room.”

The slow grin is really just the nail in the coffin because no man should be that beautiful, it’s really not fair to the gay population. 

A glance at Kent’s shit-eating grin and he has to silently amend that statement. No men should be this beautiful.

While Jack trucks back down the hall, Bitty grabs paper towels to sop up the water he’d trailed, giving them up to Kent when he gets a frown for trying to clean up.

He tisks to himself and pours Kent a cup of coffee, mixing in the right amounts of cream and sugar, hands it to him when he throws away the wet paper towels.

He puts the bacon on another paper towel to get some of the grease while Kent sits down with his coffee. 

“I had so much fun last night. I can’t thank-you enough for taking us.” As he puts the quiche in the middle of the table.

“I had fun, too, B. Most the guys won’t dance no matter what, and you are awesome.”

“You’re not so bad yourself, sugar pie.”

Kent laughs at him, but reaches out to grip Bitty’s wrist before he can go back to the stove, “but, just so I know...you really don’t hate me anymore, right? We’re friends now?”

Oh, this must be the I need to tell you as Jack’s friend that me and him are datin’ talk. Lord, help him get through this conversation.

“Now, Kent. I already told you last night as long as you don’t hurt Jack like that again and have significantly groveled, we’re all fine.”

“Yeah, I know, but I mean, you and me. We’re fine, too, right?”

“Why of course we are.”

“Okay. Okay, good. I just wanted to make sure.”

Bitty pats Kent’s hand with the free one, “and you already know you can talk to me about anything, right? If things like that are bothering you, you can talk them out with me before you go and say something like that again, okay?”

“Yeah. Thanks, Bits.”

“You’re welcome, Kent.”

He retracts his hand with another pat and goes back for the bacon, waiting for the something else that might be on Mr. Parson’s mind.

“Bits?”

Mmhm. There is it. “Yes, Kent?”

“You...can call me Kenny, too...I mean, if you want.”

The bacon plate in hand, and Bitty turns to look at the pink cheeks on Kent Parson, the way he doesn’t meet Bitty’s surprised eye.

(Even with all his team and the press coverage, he’s only ever heard Jack call Kent ‘Kenny.’)

“All right then, Kenny,” and oh is he grinning, thinking about chirping him just for fun. “I think we’re just about ready for breakfast.”

Nothing else comes of it, and Bitty’s not sure if he’s relieved or not.

 **

Jack slowly, methodically reads through the scans of the Rebels contract he’s got back at Samwell. Kent reads over his shoulder, eyebrows squinty in concentration.

Lord, they look so cute like that. It’s really surprising no one else has picked up on the dating yet because these two are absolutely transparent.

“So–”

He gets twin wait a minute fingers. 

“Well fine then,” and he meanders in the kitchen to see if maybe he should make those peppermint cookies after all. 

A batch later and both boys come on in and sit at the table with the tablet between them.

Bitty absolutely puts the cookies in the middle and pours glasses of milk. Kent looks from the plate to him with wide eyes. 

Two seconds later, he’s already demolishing his third.

Boys.

“All right, you two. Give me the low-down.” Bitty waves a hand over his shoulder and starts washing up dishes.

Jack tells him how it seems to be a right fair offer for a rookie hockey player. The money could be better, but well, it ain’t too shabby. 

Bitty sighs because the money is utterly obscene. More than his scholarship to Samwell for all four years.

Kent has no problem finishing Jack’s thoughts when he trails off, longer in the profession than Jack. He gives more examples of what bad contracts would probably be and makes Bitty wonder if this isn’t his first time helping with these sorts of things.

Well, as Captain of the Aces, he probably has. Not to mention how he babies his rookies. 

“So,” Bitty finally bites on his lip, looking down at the tablet, “so if...if I wanted to keep playing hockey after graduation. This is a good opportunity, is what you’re tellin’ me.”

Both Jack and Kent nod at him, serious as a heart attack.

“This is a good opportunity, Bits.”

“But,” Kent looks at him seriously, “we aren’t agents, either. This is from our experience. For a professional opinion, I can suggest some guys, so can Jack, that can haggle the contract for you.”

He stands at the sink with soapy hands braced on the edges, just looking out the window into Kent’s nice backyard. 

Kit is lounging on a dishtowel right there on the ledge to get some sun.

And just like his worst tendency, Jack stands up with a cookie and saunters over to stand beside him, back against the counter.

“It’s a lot to take in, bud,” is all growly and soft.

“I never imagined playing hockey after this year,” he admits, “buying a bakery, sure. Learning under other chefs, maybe taking a turn in another culinary art, yes. But, professional hockey? Hell, I couldn’t take a check without passin’ out a few years ago, Jack.”

Jack munches on his cookie, watching Bitty’s profile with soft eyes. “True. But, couple years ago, you wouldn’t have thought you’d end up Captain, and be on your way to the Frozen Four, eh?”

Kent shuffles his feet a little but boosts himself up on the counter beside Jack. “The AHL is like, our version of boot camp, you know? The kiddie pool before you hit the NHL. And there’s a four-season standard for that reason, B. You’ve got four seasons to play your best game and see if the Scouts are interested. I mean, a lot of guys that get a bad break and don’t make it, they can renew their contracts every four years or join the practice teams. Guys that still want to play hockey, like a lot of the guys on the Rebs.”

“That offer is for one season, though.” 

“Sure,” Jack fills in, meandering back for another, handing one off to Kent. “It’s a chance to get your feet wet, Bits, see if you can make the first year. I didn’t get a four-year from the Falcs until I got through the probationary period.”

“Lucky they didn’t make you billet, Jack. That’s usually a requirement.”

“Nah, I was old enough. Marty and Tater kept up with me, though. And I had Bits,” Jack shrugs and promises himself this is the last one even as he eyes the full plate.

He glances over at the serious expression on Bitty’s face, thoughts turning behind his eyes because now he’s thinking about it. On one hand, yes, he wants his bud to stay close, be on their sister team’s roster. Pawtucket is only twenty minutes or so from Providence, even closer than Samwell. 

(Jack wouldn’t have to lose him if Bits accepts the offer, keeps playing hockey. Jack thinks he’s terrible for wanting that as much as he does.)

For Bitty, the eminent future is looking closer and closer as this year draws to a close. Getting this offer was terrifying because of all those what if’s?

Kent hums around a mouthful, leans around Jack to look at him. “Sure, but you never know, B. You take Samwell to the ECAC, and there might be more people coming to talk to you.”

“Sugar pie, I’ve seen what you and Jack are up against. If there’s one thing I’m absolutely sure of, it’s that I’m not ready for the NHL, no matter how far we go this year. But–” he sighs a little.

“But what, bud?” 

“...the real question is, what if I’m not ready to give it up once the season’s over?”

Kent chuckles at him around the last bite, “then you’ll have a year with the Rebels to figure out if you’re done with hockey, or not.”

He catches his breath a little (could it really be as simple as that?).

“...that’s what I needed to know, thank-you boys.” He pats Kent on the leg and Jack on the arm, taking up the tablet, swinging right around to go back to the stove and wait for the next batch, hip hitched on the cabinets while he reads all over again.

He’s going to call Coach and Mama when he gets back to Samwell. Then on Monday morning, he’s going to call Mr. McLean and accept the offer.

 ** 

It’s not his fault most the people he’s friends with are so much taller than him. 

Really, it’s not. 

So when Kent just grabs him up before he and Jack get on the plane and hugs him tight for long minutes, Bitty’s feet dangle off the ground, but he’s pretty much used to it by now. Shitty broke him of it first, Holster helped.

“I’m going to miss you,” is said against his shoulder because he thinks Kent might just be tearing up.

Because of Jack.

Because Jack’s leaving.

Right?

With his feet still dangling, he pats the back of Kent’s head soothingly. “I’ll miss you too, honey. But, it’s not forever, right? We’ll see you again.”

Kent eventually put him down when Jack laid a hand to his shoulder and turned him in for a hug, and Bitty looks away when Kent wraps himself around Jack like an octopus, shoulders shaking just a little. 

Jack makes soothing circles on Kent’s back, talks softly in French, and just holds on for a few long minutes. Bitty makes himself busy by checking their luggage tags and slips away to get them some coffee from one of the twelve Starbucks in the airport.

A caramel frappuccino helps a little, and Kent just sweeps him on up again.

Jack keeps a hand on the back of Kent’s neck until the very last second, and something in Bitty’s chest tightens a little, but for the very first time, he’s not sure if it’s for Jack touching Kent like that or if it’s for Kent being all upset they’re leaving.

Something to think about another day.

As is, he’s got a thesis to write, a team to take care of, and a pair of professional hockey players that need fresh baked goods. His plate is pretty much full.

** 4

His vlog has always been somewhere to vent when he needed to, and even if he doesn’t have a huge following with millions of subscribers (yet), he didn’t think things would turn out this way.

But, the school newspaper he usually ignores puts it right out there for everyone to read.

Eric Bittle of Samwell’s Own Hockey Team is the First Out Captain in the NCAA

Dex is there to put a hand on his shoulder when he feels like he suddenly can’t breathe.

Someone watched his vlog and picked up on a few things apparently (“Never fall for a straight boy.” Those words are going to haunt him forever). 

He’s out to the team, but not the rest of campus. Good Lord. Hopefully no one pays it any mind, and they can just ride right along to the next game.

It does not go away.

Instead, the news catches fire, and before he knows it, his face is on ESPN as the first out NCAA captain. The rainbow background isn’t doing him any favors, but in between the panic in his brain, he thinks the yellow of the spectrum looks real nice with those shorts.

Chowder is the one that calls him in to look at the breaking story, looking over the couch to take note of Bitty’s face. 

He shows how much his reflexes have improved when he throws himself over the couch and latches on when Bitty’s knees fail and he almost sprawls himself all over the floor. 

His phone is in his hand, and Chowder is talking, saying something. He didn’t know when Ollie and Wicks, Dex and Nursey, Tango and Whiskey and Foxtrot, River, Hops, and Louis all got there crowded around him, but he just seems to blink and there they all are.

“I,” he starts loudly, immediately quieting everyone with a single word, “am going to make a pie. Everyone is welcome to hang out while I am doing so.”

So, he makes a pie and while he does, he makes a plan.

He talks out how this could affect the team’s chances of getting to the Championship, how this could affect how they play, how they plan to win the next few games. Bitty thinks it might be smart to step down as captain, being pragmatic as possible now that he’s not panicking about finishing the season and his senior year at Samwell. 

Whiskey, who he hadn’t been able to connect with all darn season (more n’ likely because he found Whiskey at that party kissing the Lax bro), smashes his fist on the table and says that’s a whole lotta bull. Bitty’s the one that got them this far, and he’ll take them the rest of the way.

(Bitty still has several talks in the next few days. With the coaching staff, with Samwell administration, with the entire gathered team. He gives all of them the same option. He’ll give up being captain or all out quit the team if this would hurt their changes to go to the Frozen Four. He gets the same denial, loud and belligerent from his whole team –which warms his heart, honestly. They’re all such good boys.)

They decide to handle it one game at a time, and break for the night. In his room with coppery fear still in the back of his mouth, he holds his phone and stares at the contact information for Home. 

He’s almost pressed it when a FaceTime request comes from Kent.

Almost at the same time Jack doesn’t bother to knock, but just throws his bedroom door open, looking like he’d run miles.

Throwing himself to his feet, both hands up, he probably looks terrified because Jack scared the absolute heck out of him. 

“Bits,” and now it’s Jack that’s got both hands up, coming at him, “Bits, it’s okay. It’s okay, bud.” And he really means to say something, but he’s just all caught up in Jack. He smells so good and feels so nice, he’s strong when Bitty feels weak and shaky, picking him right on up and sitting down to fold over him like a big Canadian blanket.

“What a horrible way to be outed,” he laughs through the shakes, but his voice is hoarse. “This is absolutely awful, Jack.”

“God, it really is. I’m so sorry this is happening to you, Bits.”

“Lord, I’m making a fool of myself. What’s done is done, I suppose.”

“Still, I want to be here for you.”

“Oh, honey. I appreciate it.”

And he just lets himself sink into Jack a little, burying his face in Jack’s neck, just tries to breathe.

His phone goes off again, and this time Jack picks it up, sees who it is, and taps the top of Bitty’s head with it.

He thumbs the request without looking, just keeping his face right where it is. This is the best he’s felt since that awful ticker tape just laid out his biggest secret, and put a big ole’ target right on his back.

“Hi Kenny,” and he’s proud his voice sounds as steady as it does.

“Hey B,” is so soft and concerned, his heart gives a little patter. 

Jack holds the phone for him with one hand, and squeezes him tight with the other. 

“This sucks so hard, B. I’m so sorry ESPN gives a fuck about college sports enough to do something shitty like this.”

He raises his face just enough for Kent to see half his face out of Jack’s bulk. “One of those silly human interest stories, I guess. Too bad they got a little too interested, huh?”

“You can totally sue the shit out of them, okay? B, I know a guy. He could get you millions.”

“That won’t make everything right, Kenny, but thank-you for being here with me.” He gives a shuddering sigh, “I’m still going to have to deal with the backlash, and as much as I hate it, so will the team. I haven’t talked to the administration or the coaches, but it might be smart if I step down for the rest of the season, maybe quit outright. Then the boys might still be able to make it to the Frozen Four…”

“You’re two games away, B. You can’t give up now!”

“Agree. You got them here, they’ll have your back, Bits.”

“Kenny, Jack this is hockey. Everyone we go against from here on out is going to be gunning for us. The things they’re going to say to the boys–”

“They’ll handle it. Trust me,” Jack soothes, “they won’t let you give up either.”

“Well, I suppose we’ll see come Monday,” he’s tired, but there’s no slowing down right now, even if Kent is petting Kit and Jack’s lap is absurdly comfortable.

“Besides,” Kent continues, “you’re not alone, B. Plenty of us in the NHL. We’re just not like, out out. Maybe to our teams and stuff, not like, outed on ESPN or anything, fuck those guys. You seriously don’t want me to contact my guy for you? He got 6.8 million dollars for a celebrity case–”

“So you’re out to your team then, Captain Parson?” He blinks because the way Kent just came out with it, not a stutter one, shakes him.

“Huh? Well, yeah, of course I am. I’ve been on the Aces for years, Bits. These guys are like my family, so yeah, they know.”

“O-oh.”

Kent blinks at him, pauses. “Ah, I didn’t come right out and tell you, but yeah. Me too, so it’s okay, B. You’re not alone.”

It’s that moment when Jack leans down, shifting so Bitty’s looking up at him. “You’re not alone,” Jack repeats softly, “I kiss boys sometimes, too. None of that changes how good you are at hockey, and none of that changes you, okay Bits?”

And Lord above help him. He throws both arms around Jack, biting his lower lip between his teeth, and shaking like a leaf in a wind storm.

“Jack...Kenny…thank-you, boys. Just when I need you, and there you are.” He chokes a little, and there’s Jack folding down around him, there’s Kent holding Kit closer to the phone, sending virtual purrs and cuddles.

He doesn’t feel that bad wrapping his legs around Jack’s waist shamelessly, locking his ankles in the back, and just not facing the world for a while. 

It gets a little better when Jack tries to squeeze into a pair of his shorts while Kenny is brushing his teeth and talking about the camp they had at a local rink, running drills and plays with some of the high school kids from around the area. 

But everything in the world absolutely pauses when Jack clears his throat awkwardly

And really, God Bless Canada. 

The little sigh that comes out of him is echoed from his phone, and yes Kenny, they do have good taste.

“I can’t sleep in these, Bits, ah, sorry.”

But that color blue stretched taunt against Jack’s big thigh is just the best sight he’s probably ever seen.

“I’m sorry, but that’s all I’ve got to offer. I can go talk to Dex?” Because Chowder has wider shoulders like Jack, but is about a foot shorter.

“Eh, not necessary.”

And well, yes. Bitty knows Jack wears cute little briefs. They were on a team together, have spent time in the locker room, have seen the occasional moment before towels go on. It’s men’s sports for crying out loud. 

But none of that, absolutely none of that, prepares him for Jack shimmying out of those shorts for black briefs that absolutely mold to his behind and cup the front of him. The real coup de gras is that t-shirt coming off, and heaven help him, it’s muscles for miles. 

Only those little briefs between Bitty and what the Good Lord gave Jack, the definition of fine walking across the room like butter wouldn’t melt in his mouth. 

Bitty unabashedly watches, lips parted, cheeks a soft shade of pink. 

Jack closes the bathroom door, smirking where Bits can’t see, muffled noises as he roots around in the bathroom for a spare toothbrush. It gives Bitty can just take a second to himself to take in this whole situation. 

He’s been outed on a national sports network that may or may not take the question of the Rebels right out of the equation

Chances of going all the way to the finals is looking slimmer and slimmer the more he thinks about it

Jack and Kenny confirmed some of his suspicions and it’s an absolute crime and a blessing that they’ve found each other again

Jack has gotten bulkier than Bitty realized in the last year and a half playing for the NHL and his ass should be marked as a dangerous weapon

He hasn’t answered any of the phone calls from home

Still, Coach sent him a text, Call your mother. She’s worried about you.

 And top of the list, Jack Zimmermann is in his bathroom, shirtless, barefoot, after just having verbally come out to him.

If there was ever anyone that deserves to be up for Sainthood, it’s this good ole’ Georgia boy Right. Here. 

With his head in his hands, he groans softly, and scurries to throw on his own sleep clothes, stripping down without a thought more than those short on Jack and those shorts off Jack.

“I absolutely feel you,” a breathy chirp, and he forgot Kenny probably saw the entire thing.

Bitty spins, almost ready to start getting on a boat down that river called denial when he realizes Kenny is giving him the most devilish looking smile.

“It’s really unfair that he’s a hockey God and blisteringly hot to boot.”

“We are the best of friends, I’ll have you know Mister Parson. Jack doesn’t even see me that way, even after tonight. Besides, I’m pretty sure he’s got his eye set on someone prettier than little ole’ me.”

He throws the covers back to busy his hands, but can spare a second to put some charm into it and look back at Kenny with a wink. 

It’s either the best or the worst timing because Kenny gets this look on his face, opening his mouth for something that might have been good or bad, when Jack comes out of the bathroom smelling like mint and looking like a touch could burn you down to the ground.

Kenny looks at him for a few long seconds while they’re climbing into bed, and chirps them about hands above the comforter and hockey bros cuddle like champs before he yawns and finally hangs up for the night.

The sheet gets maneuvered between them so he’s not going to be tortured most of the night with only his sleep shirt and pants between them–

(and those sinful underwear, he’s never going to forget those)

–so it’s suspiciously easy to drop off with Jack’s arm around him and snoring in his ear.

**

The next two games are utterly brutal. 

Ice bags are wrapped around his shoulder while he sits in his spot in the locker room, forearms on his knees to just hurt while Chowder is talking at his right and Dex at his left.

The bruises tomorrow are going to be beautiful, but heck, what’s some bruises when Samwell is officially in the Frozen Four.

Lord, they made it.

And he will start celebrating, right after he can raise up his arm again.

Oh, that’s going to be sore tomorrow. Making pies for the campus captain club is going to be awful, isn’t it?

He manages to get the ice bags off in time to walk with the boys back to the Haus, Ollie already scooping up his bag and Chowder, bless his heart, hovering anxiously right by him the whole walk there.

They don’t make him do a keg stand this time, thank goodness, but the party celebrating their win is well underway in less than an hour.

It’s real nice when the Lax bros bring in a stack of pizzas and slap him on the back in congratulations, like he hadn’t just been outed on national television. (He loves Samwell so much.) Chad L. says a whole bunch of something that Bitty tries to follow and ends up handing him a plate with pizza and accepting a piece of pie in exchange. 

The fire extinguisher is in plain sight to remind the footballers what could happen if they don’t behave, and at least two of his boys hang around him most the night, bracketing him on both sides to keep an eye on him. Ollie and Wicks pop around the corner periodically anyhow.

He catches Chowder taking a picture for social media, has a second of panic, almost tells his sweet son not to do that because everyone knows, but shuts his mouth last minute and straightens up to grin for the next one.

**

The night the news came out, Bitty changed his social media to private, hoping to avoid some of the homophobic comments. Since the morning after (and it’s a crying shame he missed seeing those little black briefs again since Jack was already dressed by the time he got up), he’s been talking to pretty much everyone.

Most of all, his Mama and Coach...and Mr. McLean.

Jack squeezes his hand, and Bitty bites his lip, but still, “I’m afraid I don’t think I should accept your offer after all. This isn’t going to blow over any time soon.”

“Mr. Bittle. I’m interested because you’re fast, you’ve got soft hand, and you’re a good fit for the Rebels. As far as I understand, this isn’t going to change any of that.”

“O-oh!”

“If you want to play hockey, Mr. Bittle, you can do that with us.”

And it’s there when he looks in Jack’s blue, blue eyes, when he thinks about Ollie and Wicks, when he thinks about Shitty being so kind when he’d come out to the first person on the team. It’s there when he thinks about being terrified at that first check practice, when he thinks about how dang far he’s come in four years.

(It’s tough, but you’re tougher.)

“I want to play hockey, Mr. McLean.”

“That’s the spirit Mr. Bittle. I’ll send you training camp information in the next week or so. Welcome to the Pawtucket Rebels.”

If Jack holds him tight while he almost shakes apart once he hangs up the phone, well, only Chowder and Dex will ever tell a soul because they fell on him and Jack like a ton of bricks, hugging him and laughing.

**

Shitty, Ranson, Holster, and Lardo make the trip from Boston to show up on the Haus doorstep before they’ve even finished clean-up from the party the night before.

Before he knows it, he’s got Shitty crying all over him, telling him he’s so proud and Bitty’s just the best little captain there ever was.

It’s so nice because Shitty is silly as hell, but he’s an amazing friend in times of need. 

And he can’t say it isn’t nice when Shitty picks up the loud speaker and starts shooing the rest of the hanger-oners out.

“Frozen Four!” Ransom crows, “our guys are going to kick some ass.”

“You said it, bro,” Holster warmly pats Bitty on the shoulder with one of those big hands while this pie is just coming along easily enough.

The flinch when the bruises ache is enough for more ice bags to get wrapped around him, and Shitty to shake a finger in his face, talking about taking care of himself. It might not be a concussion, but they’ve got serious games coming up, and he needs to be tip top if he’s going to take them all the way.

Bitty takes it to heart and lets them baby him for a few hours.

It does get worse when Dex and Chowder see Holster pulling the neck of his shirt up a little to check how bad it is, and then he’s got more hockey players in his kitchen butting in. Luckily, Dex is getting just as good at making pie as Bitty, and finishes up the lattice work perfectly.

He talks strategy with Ransom and Holster at the kitchen table while Lardo makes another pot of coffee, and Chowder subtly slips the bottle of ibuprofen next to him. Whiskey listen to them strategize for the upcoming games, and my, don’t it feel so normal.

He hugs Shitty again, holds on just as tight as he can, and thanks the Good Lord for such amazing friends.

**

Mama and Coach are more understanding than he ever would have imagined, taken in account what a shock it is just to come across the television like that.

“Dickey, honey, now you know,” and she has to pause because Lord, his Mama is crying, “you know you can always come home. Always. No matter what. We love you. We love you and everything else, we can figure all that out.”

And so, since he’s never said it, only thought about what could happen, he tells her, “Mama… I’m gay.”

“I know, sweetheart. I know and that’s-that’s fine. We can figure it all out. But, you can come home sometime before the semester ends, can’t you?”

“N-not while we’re close to the Championships, Mama. I-I can’t–”

“Junior.” 

And now he’s glad he just called instead of trying to FaceTime. So glad he doesn’t have to look Coach in the face right now.

“You’ve done a heck of a job this year. Been a good captain. You know me and your mama are proud, don’t you Junior?”

And there goes his lip all trembling, his eyes getting hot. Only Jack squeezing his hand keeps him together at all.

“Y-yes, Daddy.”

“Good. You just keep fighting. We’ll be here cheering you on, all right?”

His breath hitches in his chest, “yes, Daddy.”

“That’s my boy. You can do it, Junior. They’re tough–”

“–but I’m tougher,” and he’s covering his eyes, shoulder hunching down. Jack goes from holding his hand to pretty much lifting him up enough to slide on Jack’s lap.

“That’s right, son. You sure as hell are.”

He sighs out, a soft noise. “I am, Daddy. We made the Frozen Four.”

“Go get ‘im. Me and your Mama are behind you all the way.”

And even if Coach gets squicky when it’s time for I love you, Bitty manages to get it out anyhow.

“Love you too, son. Now you gotta stop, or else your mama’s gonna drown me.”

The thick laugh is so much better than crying. Jack thinks so too apparently, squeezing tight while Bitty’s sitting on his thighs.

If he thinks there’s a kiss pressed to the top of his head, well, he’s just going to blame it on being emotionally overwrought and leave it at that.

**

He didn’t bother with pads, just pants, sweatshirt, gloves, stick, helmet, and skates. The ice is quiet as can be in the morning light bouncing off Faber, making it beautiful.

Kenny’s far enough ahead of them that he’s on a break from practice, already home making brunch. “Big Red is going to be killer, B. Cornell is ruthless. Fighting Hawks from North Dakota.”

His skates cut through the ice until he’s gliding, hitting the long stretch, pumping as fast as his legs can take him, cycling the puck. 

He doesn’t reply to Kenny, just listens while his muscles burn, his mind works, he sees the next move like a playbook. 

Over the past four years, he’s gotten stronger, faster. Sure, he’s smaller than the average hockey player, but that don’t mean weak. Everyone they’ve played already figured that one out now didn’t they?

His arms and shoulders burn when he swings high, throws some muscle in it when he slaps the puck right in the sweet spot of the net.

“No fair, B. I want to watch!”

“I’d have to set my phone in the stands, sugar pie.”

“If that means I get to watch you do suicides, I’m on board.”

Bitty laughs out loud because Lord, he sounds like Jack. 

“Trying to kill me before practice?”

“Captain’s prerogative, babe.”

Obligingly, Bitty sets up his helmet, laying on it’s side, throws a t-shirt in it to hold the phone up, and FaceTimes Kenny.

He gives the captain of the Aces a wink and then takes off to the blue line. He’s got his game face on, stick balanced perfectly, moving like his ass is on fire.

After a good turn out, he skates back to the stands where Kenny is very close to the screen. 

“Well, there you go, Captain,” he snickers, scooping up the whole thing so Kent goes around the rink for some easy, cool-down laps with him before the boys start meandering in for practice. “That what you wanted to see?”

“You? Are fast, B. That was incredible.”

“Oh, sugar pie,” he grins down at Kent’s face in his helmet, “you say the nicest things.”

“Hey, I’m not being nice, Bits. I’m saying as a professional hockey player that you? Are fast.”

“Well, so are you. Short guys like us have a tendency to out-maneuver the big guys.”

“I’ve based most of my career on being the fast guy on the team, B, but I don’t know how I’d hold up against you.”

“Mmhm. I also haven’t been playing professionally for the last few years, tearing the fire out of my knee, Kent.” Very serious because he’s counted how many nights he’s seen ice bags over that knee in the last few weeks.

“Also true. It might be surgery for me this summer, but that should do a lot. I’ll have maybe ten years instead of five.”

“So you said. Your doctor is talking about it again?”

“...yeah. He says it should do wonders for where I’m at right now, and this might be the year to just do it and get it over with.”

“Three-time Stanley Cup winner is where you’re at right now, sugar pie.”

The laugh is nice, but now he’s wondering if he can convince Kenny to come to Providence and stay with Jack during his recovery. That’ll let Bitty be close enough to come over and take care of him while his knee heals. He’s already thinking it over when his third lap is coming up.

“B.” Startles him right out of his thoughts.

“Kenny?”

And something is there in the way Kenny is looking at him from the screen. “Be careful at the game tonight. Watch out for the Minnesota D-Men, okay?”

“Thank-you, sugar. You watch on out for those Rangers.”

“I will. Just send me a text when the game is over, even if I’m in overtime, okay?”

“You know it, honey. Now go on and get a nap. We’ve both got a busy night tonight.”

**

This could be the last time he steps out on the ice. This could be it. All of it could end right here right now. 

They’ve got to play their hearts out. He’s got to give it everything he’s got. For himself, for the boys, for Samwell. 

It comes down to this, facing Minnesota’s line like there ain’t no going back.

**

He sits on his bed, faggot and fairy in his head from the game earlier. He doesn’t accept Jack’s call because his face is a mess.  

Well, serves him right because Jack just shows up at the Haus an hour later when Bitty has finally got it together.

**

The check is absolutely brutal. 

He used to be floored by it, curled up in a little ball on the ice, couldn’t move, couldn’t think, could barely breathe. 

But not this damn time. Oh hell no. 

It’s fast when he’s back up on his feet, shoving his way through bigger men than him and stealing that puck right on out from under them. 

He feels like he’s got wings on his feet when he glides by them like they’re just standing still. 

**

Mama and Coach are here because they’ve come down to the last stand. 

This is it.

Jack and Kenny are both there and where in the world they got #15 Bittle jerseys, he will never know.

Number #82 has already been gunning for him, but the last one is the very last of Eric Bittle’s patience running right on out.

His heart is racing, his legs burning, skates cutting ice as he steers around players, gritting his teeth against the ache, and for the first time, he’s gonna stand up, holler out that no, he’s not gonna take that nonsense lying down.

The moment slows down for long enough that he feels weightless when he pushes off, is airborn, shoving all his weight right into #82 just as they’re at the Samwell bench and shove the both of them right in with the boys.

It’s a tangle of arms and legs and skates and sputtering. 

“Try me again, asshole,” Bitty sneers in #82’s face with the face guards the only thing between them. 

“Homophobic prick!” One of his boys shouts.

Coach and the boys pick him up (shocked because he doesn’t usually have a need for potty mouth thank-you very much), want him to go get checked out while the ref blows the whistle just after Whiskey gets the puck, and now it’s all on Samwell.

He doesn’t get a penalty, thank goodness, and argues loudly with Coach to let him back in the game, he needs to get back. It’s not like he lost a tooth, just some scratches from going over. It’s a long look in his eyes before Coach just throws up his hands and shoos him back. 

And Bitty’s not thinking about Jack and Kenny and Shitty and Lardo and Ransom and Holster and Mama and Daddy and everyone else up in those stands screaming for them when he hits the ice again. He’s not thinking about how badly he hurts or the scratches on his face. He’s not thinking about his thesis or graduation or his spot in Jack’s guest room. 

He’s only thinking about the tied score, the next play, and how they’re going to show these away boys exactly who’s house this is.

**

And his arms strain when his stick comes back, when he slams that puck with every ounce of strength he has left. His heart thuds hard in the back of his mouth when their goalie’s hand shoots out, tries to catch the puck, just the tips of his gloves skimming the surface.

The alarm blares and the scoreboard changes so fast, Bitty’s not really sure what happened until his boys slam into him, gather all around him, screaming.

He’s dazed, fingers limply holding his stick, eyes still stuck on the scoreboard even when they lift him up, stick and all.

The crowd takes to the ice, and he gets his helmet off in time to get hugs from Mama and Coach, in time to accept the huge trophy, him and Coach and Dex holding it up with all the boys around them just a hooting and a hollering all over the place. 

Ransom and Holster catch him right up off his feet, crying all over him when they tell him how proud they are.

The interviews shake him out of the daze and he tells the viewers at home that the team fought hard for this and earned it all themselves. He’s proud to be their teammate and captain, he’s proud to be a Wellie, and darn it, their hard work paid off.

Just as he turns, sees Chowder going past with three of their guys behind him, singing the Samwell song at the top of their lungs, he catches Jack and Kenny standing on the ice by the boards, watching him with soft smiles on their faces, and his eyes get hot abruptly, get full as can be.

Center ice, just like with the Stanley Cup. And this ain’t that now. This? This one is all his.

He feels his lower lip tremble just a little, puts his hand up to stop it, but dang it if Jack and Kenny aren’t just easing across the ice toward him with those smiles and his name across the back of their shoulders.

He gets a hand on the back of his neck and a shoulder to hide his face while the whooping and celebrating gets loud, loud, loud.

Lord, he’s going to vlog the hell out of this tomorrow.

**

Shitty is naked. 

While it’s not new (they’ve been to Haus 2.0, and yes, Shitty was naked there too. Good times, really), Bitty has always had reservations about him being skin-to-fabric on that dang couch. Who knows what he might get. Well, all that spilled tub juice probably goes a long way to sanitize. Or so he says to keep his revolution to a minimum. 

Watching Kenny get his ass handed to him from Lardo is hilarious. Watching Jack give in and have a chugging competition is even better. 

He’s lucky the ECAC playoffs beat the NHL by almost a month. Jack and Kenny have another week before they start getting serious. 

Ransom and Holster are talking animatedly with the Waffles, back slaps all around. He’s pleased as can be when Shruti, Sharon, Edgar, Chad L., and some other captains drop by to say congratulations and have a piece of pie. He doesn’t see Jack pause over his shoulder while he talks up a storm, doesn’t see the considering look on Jack’s face.

Something about this Bitty hits him harder than the last four years, makes that perpetual tightness in his chest mean something completely different than anxiety.

He should have realized it long before his graduation, should have been terrified of it all happening again. 

Bitty affects him in so many of the same ways Kenny does, and it’s an amazing yet terrifying thing for Jack Zimmermann. Feeling like this person you’re looking at is literally made for you. 

And just as he starts taking a step forward, pushing himself in to stand at Bitty’s side like he’s done the majority of their friendship, Kenny ducks out of nowhere and takes him by both biceps. His expression is desperate.

“You’ve got to stop her. Zimms. Zimms, be on my team. Right now.”

It’s so absurd because it’s Kenny and also because he knows no one is beating Lardo. 

Ever.

Anything else is wishful thinking.

He casts a wistful look at Bitty, animated with his big win, and if Jack literally has his heart in his eyes until they’re out of sight, then only Chad L. from would have seen it.

**

Later on after the captains have said good night and some of their...guests have started staggering out, cheering for Samwell, for hockey, for tub juice, and for pie. 

For this one, Bits really couldn’t take credit because Dex really made most of them, bless his heart.

Moving around the party-goers with a spare trash bag to pick up a bit, he spots someone sneaking upstairs, pauses to squint up in case he needs to charge on up there and firmly remind people the upstairs is off limits. 

Or break out the fire extinguisher.

Either way.

...but he knows that ass in those jeans, and gasps softly as Jack’s plaid is bouncing up the steps ahead of Kenny. 

And, he can let out a sigh, catch just a little bit of bittersweet. But, if there is anything Eric Richard Bittle prides himself on, it’s being a good friend. If Jack and Kenny needed a-a wingman or whatever, then he’s just going to dang well be that.

He keeps an eye on the stairs for the rest of the night for more than one reason. No one, no one, is going to disturb them when they’ve finally come this far, and even if he silently dreads it, hopes they at least used his room instead of a bathroom for heaven’s sake.

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oh sehun - collegeboyfriend!au blurb

lmao this is my first blurb ever so sorry if it’s shit

- late grocery runs!! he would always run out of food and/or get snacky after dance society practices. 

- he’d always put random shit in your basket - eitther things he’d want or things that would make you laugh

- cup noodle and sojju dates!! you’d just sit in the pantry or wherever and watch whatever k-drama is new or just talk about bullshit

- picking you up for uni! he would be living in the dorm ages away so he’d take the train all the way to your dorm, wait outside the building (or if it’s the one security guy who liked him, would wait outside your door), and bring you to class

- unless he had a 9am and you don’t (or vise versa)

- then he picks you up for lunch at the café place nearby 

- study dates!! you’d award each other with kisses or small dares. your favorite dare for sehun would be ‘show me how much you love me in an interpretative dance’ 

- saving up for events and activities like escape rooms

- skin care sundays!! one sunday each month is reserved for face masks and movies 

- you don’t ever have to worry about him liking other girls bc he’s sososo affectionate

- he’s constantly holding your hand or wrapping his arms from behind you 

- sometimes, if you guys share any tedious activities or events, he’d lean his head to your shoulder and whisper complaints, snarky comments, or sassy comments into your ear

- but when he loves a lecture or a class, you see his eyebrows furrow with concentration. his eyes never once leave the slides and he writes all his notes down in a messy, but in the same but odd way beautiful way in his notebook

- student discount dates!! you would do the weirdest and most thrifty things - from vintage clothe shopping or watching any discounted movies at midnight -- even if the movie has gotten 1/100 on rotten tomatoes

- running errands together and teaching each other simple chores - you teach sehun how to cook, sehun teaches you the basics of fashion / mixing things together, you teach him how to do laundry, he teaches you about how to take care of your skin and how to get motivated

- you’d sneak into his dorm all the time

- or vice versa

- he abosolutely hates sleeping alone

- he’d want to cuddle you

- you’d share the single bed and squish in together

- sehun’s legs literally fall off the bed

- but he’d wrap them around you in an embrace

- he’d tell you how much he loves you and talks about whatever is on his mind

- you’d talk about how your days went, about plans for the next day, about the newest celebrity drama, about a weirdly shaped rock outside

- if you ever fight, sehun made you promise you’d never go to bed angry

- so even if the fight goes unresolved, you two pinky promise to deal with it tomorrow and still sleep in the same bed

- he’d cuddle into you more than usual

- and the smell of his cologne would remind you everything would be okay

- but for real, sehun would give you a silent treatment

- so like, when he cuddles into you, it acts as a reminder that he loves you and that the silence he’s giving you is not reflective of how he thinks of you

- sometimes he’d leave passive aggressive notes on sticky notes

- hm, i wonder what it’s like to actually listen to someone’s feedback for once... it’s totally not like it’d be helpful at all! :) 

- good morning texts if one of you have to leave the bed early for class

- texting each other after your last class to meet up 

- going to libraries together and studying while sharing the same earbuds

- if you  get stressed, sehun would do goofy faces to make you laugh or talk about things he’d want to do with you when the work is done to give you motivation

- sometimes you both go to the library, even if one of you don’t have work for moral support

- ...and distractions

- legit one of you would end up doing a proper lip-sync performance while the other studies

- sometimes the other would fall asleep on each other’s shoulders

- you two would go to the gym together -- even if you don’t work out

- most of the time in the gym anyway, you guys just play stupid versions / very unathletic versions of team sports with the exo boys

- you and the exo boys would have a tradition of arcades, karaoke, and koreaan BBQ after exams or “hell weeks” 

- the boys make fun of sehun for being “whipped” 

- he doesn’t help himself by hiding his face in the crook of your nneck

- he’s both the most affectionate and most conservative person you’d ever meet

- he’s also both so shy and so loud

- he’s the best contradiction there is because he can be the most annoying person in the room but the one person in the world who could make you smile in no time

- he knows how to get college stress off your mind 

- and he encourages you to do the best you can

- he knows he likes to distract you, but he knows when you shouldn’t be distracted

- if he notices you’ve been studying all day and haven’t eaten, he brings you your favorite cup noodle or fast food or whatever he can find to your room

- if you’re in the library and can’t eat, he forces you out

- sometimes he’d text you reminders to take care of yourself or for simple things

- you’d respond jokingly saying “dont forget to breath” in a snarky-stressed way

- but lets be real, when he’s sick or not taking care of himself, he can either be the most mature/quiet person about it or the biggest baby

- you’d basically coddle him when he’s sick because he’s a big baby

- but as a result, whenever your sick, he showers you in compliments for being “so strong” and would bring whatever he thinks you need

- he’d also be the boyfriend who’d buy you tampons if you really need it wo shame

- he’d proudly parade you around during pub crawls and events - like your relationship would no way be secret, everyone would know

- if he’s drunk, all he looks for is you

- if he’s sober, he talks about your accomplishments and acts like you just won the nobel peace prize

- he’d pick you up from every major assesment, and vice versa

- basically i want a college sehun in my life

#exo blurb #exo imagines #exo #exo imagine #oh sehun imagine #oh sehun imagines #oh sehun #sehun imagines #sehun imagine #sehun blurbs #oh sehun blurbs #oh sehun blurb #sehun blurb #exo blurbs #blurbs #kpop blurbs #kpop blurb

[guesswhofern]

The Biggest Win Is You

911 Lone Star Week Day 3 - Alternative Universe (AU)

Summary: They’re on different times, but which win matters the most?

note: I saw this on twitter and it inspired this fic. I mean?!  As always the biggest thank yous go out to @qveentasha and @secretxlittlexdarling. AO3

“Hey Tyler,” Carlos catches TK while the latter is on his way out the door, “just promise me one thing. We won’t let the result of tonight affect us in any way. We’re in this together, even if we’re on different teams.”

TK turns around and puts his hands on Carlos’ shoulders. “Dude, there’s no need for me to promise that. You don’t gotta worry. We’ve been competing against each other for a few years now and played against each other and did we ever let that come between us? No, so don’t worry your pretty head.”

“That may be true, but it’s never been about one of us going to the state championships. So for my sanity, just promise we’ll still be best friends tomorrow. Cause one of us will probably have a hangover and will need the other to take care of it.”

TK smiles and moves to hug Carlos. He puts his hands around his waist and squeezes hard. “I promise to not let it affect us in any way. And whoever wins buys groceries for like a month so no one gets a big ego because they’re going to the state championships.”

He can feel rather than see Carlos laugh against his shoulder. “Deal. And I promise, too.”

Both step back at the same time and smile at each other. “We gotta go soon or our teams will be pissed.” 

Carlos nods and checks his sports bag to see if he has everything. He sees his bottle and socks missing and moves closer to the room. “Leave without me, I have to collect some stuff I didn’t put in the bag yet. I’ll see you at the game,” Carlos answers him and smiles.

TK is almost out of the apartment and is about to yell goodbye when Carlos stops him in his track again.. 

“Wait? Did you just call me pretty?”

“Mmh, did I? Or did I not?” TK counters his question. He knows he did and he let that slip out without thinking twice. TK is not ready to face his feelings yet, so thank god for his quick thinking. “Do I just want to mess with you so I’ll get to win tonight or not?”

“That’s not fair, TK,” Carlos says and sighs, defeated. He’s been hoping for a sign for months that TK might be interested in him, too. College life can be crazy, but having TK with him is definitely the best thing and keeps him calm. They had applied to a series of colleges throughout the country, but in the end they both decided to stay close to their families. Both promised to not talk about their decisions until they were final so they couldn’t influence each other. They were known to be inseparable and everyone , especially their parents, feared they wouldn’t put their college career and consequently their future first,if they knew about each other's choices. 

Once they had realized both of them were going to stay in the same city, the two of them decided to room together, because they wanted to move out but weren’t interested in living in the dorms.

They were now living downtown, close to their colleges and the countless bars they went to each weekend with their friends or teammates. Since starting at separate colleges they sort of had found their own group of friends, but fused them together after some time. In their off seasons the group even trained together, getting to know their college baseball enemies pretty well.

Today marks a big day for both of them, because only one will go to the state championship. They’ve been working their asses off for years to reach this point and often joked about playing against each other once they’ve reached pro level. 

They’re nearing the end of play, and Carlos didn’t in a million years think his next play would decide the game. If TK didn’t hit the ball, they’d win. They’d still be in the game to become state champion, something he dreamed of since being a child playing little league. 

Carlos closes his eyes, takes a deep breath and opens them again, looking straight at TK, who’s looking back at him with an encouraging, but competitive smile. “Let’s go, Tiger,” he mouths to TK and gets ready to shoot the ball. 

He lets go of the ball and watches it get caught by his catcher Smoak, which means one thing. Carlos won. His team won and will be advancing. 

Fuck yes, he thinks for a second before realizing what it also meant. TK lost and his season is over. He sees some of his teammates moving towards him, but quickly dodges them in favour of running to TK who’s removing his hat while turning around. “Tyler, wait up,” Carlos yells and takes his friend into his arms and hugs him tight, fearing TK wouldn’t do the same. His fear quickly goes away when he feels TKs’ arms around him, too. 

“Good game, Carlito. You deserve it.”

“You would’ve deserved it as well, TK. Next year. I’ll be winning this one for the both of us, that’s a promise. I’m so sorry.”

“Fuck man, why are you sorry? There’s no need to be. I’m a little bummed yes, but I’m happy you get to experience it. Now go to your team and celebrate. I’ll be nursing you back to health in the morning,” TK tells him, grinning. 

“Thank you. You should come out with us later. I think I heard Buck and Eddie talking about it coming out with us if we win and vice versa.”

“We’ll see, but seeing them pine is always a treat.”

They’re not the only ones, Carlos thinks. 

“Text me,” Carlos says and turns around, running to his teammates to celebrate. 

Carlos sees TK enter one of the bars they frequently visit and winks at him, already holding out an apple cider for him. “Thanks, when did that happen?” 

TK couldn’t look away from Buck and Eddie kissing on the dance floor. “From what I’ve heard, Buck made a pact with himself that if they lose he’ll make a move on Eddie to win at least one thing tonight.”

“Good for them. Maybe I should have done the same,” TK replies and smiles at the pair who stopped kissing to greet the newcomer. 

“What?” Carlos asks, perplexed. “Yeah, one thing I know about athletes is that we don’t like to break promises.”

TK turns around and finally looks at him, albeit a little strangely - staring what seems right into his soul. Carlos knows that face like the back of his hand and knows every expression, and right now TK is at his most honest. “Definitely wouldn’t mind losing the game if I’m winning the man.”

TK is looking at him like it’s a dare, like he’s challenging Carlos to make a move. He’s giving Carlos permission to do what he’s been wanting to do for years: kissing the man who’s most likely the one for him. 

He moves without thinking too much about it. He cups TK’s face and pulls him closer until there’s barely any space between them. He feels TK’s smile against his lips and makes the final move. 

The kiss they share is nothing he ever felt before. Kissing TK feels like coming home. Coming home to something he knows makes him feel safe and loved and like he’s the most important person in their life.

“Fucking finally,” they hear from a few people around them and move back when they can’t help but laugh with them. “Guess Buck and Eddie aren’t the only ones getting lucky tonight.”

“Oh hell no,” TK says and kisses him again, “we’re definitely going home now and get lucky. There’s no way I’m waiting for another 30 minutes so you can celebrate with your friends.” He hears a few Hey’s thrown his way, but as always Carlos has his back.

“Sorry guys, I’ve had one taste of this,” he kisses TK again, “and I’m down to celebrate in a different way tonight. I’ll see you all tomorrow,” he tells them and gives their drinks to his teammates before grabbing TKs hand to go to their apartment. 

“Now go big or go home, baby. The biggest win in your college career awaits you and I’ll be right there cheering for you,” he tells him while snuggling deeper into Tarlos warmth after their own celebration and moving their intertwined fingers closer to his face to kiss Carlos’ knuckles.

TK is almost asleep when he hears Carlos whisper. “The biggest win is and forever will be you, Tyler.”

Safe to say he never slept better.

Carlos opens his eyes the next morning and the first thing he sees is TK grinning down at him. “Hi, I made coffee and french toast.”

“Good morning, babe.” he whispers back and moves up to kiss his boyfriend. “And thank you for the breakfast.” He kisses TK some more and moves the coffees to the bedside table before bringing TK down with him, who lays across his chest and grins at him again.

“So how’s that predicted hangover treating you?”

“It’s fucking great, can’t wait to let you nurse me back to health,” Carlos whispers and leans in to steal another kiss before pulling the sheets over them to enjoy their morning a little bit more.

#911 lone star #911lonestarweek #911lsweek #tarlos #carlos reyes x TK strand #carlos reyes #tk strand

[thorne93]

Unforeseen Chasm (Part 69)

Prompt: Two sisters fall for men that are absolute enemies. The love they have could tear all of them apart, or it could bring them together.

Word Count:6733

Warnings: Language, fluff!, worry, fear of rejection, over-excited Peter Parker, time for relaxing, the fights been won, change in the ending for endgame, a fluffy end! Note: This is by far the longest thing I’ve ever written (including my novels). It’s a collaboration with the amazing @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo​. It started as a funny “What if…?” and it evolved and got huge. This took two years to write. We are both proud and happy and we hope you enjoy it. It follows from Thor 1 to Endgame in the MCU. Some of the timelines may be off in order to fit certain people, and some characters may show up earlier or in different ways than they have in the movie. But for the most part, it follows the MCU. It also has a bit of crossover with some other Marvel characters throughout the story.

Masterlist for Unforeseen Chasm

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It was over, really and truly over.

Everyone was safe.

Shannon and Tony invited everyone back to their cabin. Well you supposed it was Bruce’s cabin too, but the point remained.

All the heroes joined at the cabin, ready for a much deserved and needed celebration after all the fighting, all the battles, all the villains… It was finally time to celebrate something good.

Bruce made sure that Shannon and the babies were still healthy, and they were fine. Shannon somehow had party food ready to whip up and serve to people. Within minutes tasty treats were laid out in an elegant spread and then she and Tony whisked off to somewhere private with Peter.

Both Tony and Shannon thought it would be a good idea to have a chat with Peter outside on the porch swing. They let him sit down and Tony sat across from him and Shannon next to him. Things were quiet for a moment when Parker broke that silence.

“Gee, Mr. Stark, this place sure is peaceful.” He smiled looking out towards the lake.

“Thanks, Peter, but that’s not really why we came out here to talk.”

Another moment of silence Tony wasn’t really sure how to say it and Shannon couldn’t contain herself anymore.

“Hey, Peter, you remember what I promised you when we were back at the compound about telling you everything?” she started off, hoping to refresh his mind.

“Yeah, umm you called me your son.” He turned to look over at her. “I’ve always considered you two like my parents ever since you took me in.” He rubbed his neck getting a little embarrassed.

“Well that’s just it. This is probably going to be hard to understand, kid” Tony said. “But we’re your parents…”

There it was. The truth came out. They never thought they would get the chance to do this. They were so grateful that May had agreed to letting them tell Peter.

“Wait, what do you mean you’re my parents? Aunt May said they died in an accident when I was little.” He was so confused. He’s pretty sure there had got to be a good reason for them to be saying these things. “Mrs. Stark, you would’ve had to have had me very young, right?” He was facing her.

“We are your biological parents, Peter,” Shannon said. It was harder than she had expected. “You weren’t conceived like other babies generally are.” She went on to explain what had happened to her during her time in the Red Room and what she had done for the potential future. “This is probably a lot to take in, would you like me to stop?” she asked him.

“It is a lot to take in but I'd like to hear the rest please.” He looked up to where Tony was leaning on the railing. He always looked up to the man in front of him and loved him like a father. He never in a million years would have thought that he would be his biological son. And that she would be his biological mom. “Why did you leave me with May? Did you not want me?” he asked, hoping that wasn't the case.

“Oh heck no, Peter if things hadnt of happened the way they did you would have grown up at the compound and at the tower,” Shannon said. “When Tony and I got together after about a year, I told him the truth about me and he said that he would be willing to help me create my dream, so we went and had one of my eggs and some of his sperm put together to create some embryos. Along the way, I had been changing various parts so that they would be healthy and have certain attributes but my hand slipped and it created a change in your strength and gave you the ability to climb walls and such it also created an age modifier that made you mentally and physically older but you’re actually quite younger,” she explained how May offered up to be the surrogate and how it would be safer if he were hidden during the battle of New York and how they regretted not being able to get him  back sooner after everything that happened.

“Wow this really is a lot to take in…” He hesitated for a moment.

Shannon feared that her biggest nightmare might come true and that Peter wouldn’t want anything to do with them. Her eyes were watery but she refused to cry in front of him.

“Can I go walk around for a moment and let it all settle in?”

“Of course, kid. Take however long you need we’ll be right here.”

Peter got up and started walking down to the dock. With his heightened sense of sound, he heard them talking.

“What if Peter wants nothing to do with us, Tony?” she cried. “I lost him twice, I can’t lose him again. I don’t know if I can take it.”

“Honey, relax breathe, you know getting upset is bad for the babies,” he reminded her, rubbing her back. “This is probably all too much to unload on him right now. We just fought off an entire army of alien creatures. He’ll come around just give it some time,” he reassured her.

Peter didn’t know what to think. His Aunt May wasn’t really his Aunt, the parents he thought he had aren’t really his. There’s been so much that’s happened that he needed a moment to breathe and what’s the harm in this? He always believed there was more to them than he thought. He had parents! And great ones at that and now he has a little sister too and a half brother/sister to be born soon. What more could a kid like himself want? He knew what he had to do now and he was nervous and excited at the same time. He walked back to the couple on the porch swing.

“Umm… I did some thinking and I’m really happy to know that you two are my parents,” he said, looking between the two and his eyes began to get watery. “I’ve always wanted a family and it seems that I’m finally getting one.” He broke down not being able to contain his tears. “I'm just so happy that it got to be with you guys.”

Tony and Shannon rushed to hug him and they all got emotional and shared a moment as parents and son. “We love you, Peter Parker Stark!” Shannon said, covering his face in kisses and Tony ruffled his hair.

“I have a family!” he yelled at the top of his lungs. And ran inside to tell everyone.

“He gets that from you.” Shannon laughed seeing how excited he was to tell everyone.

“No, he gets that from you, dear,” he teased.

They walked back into the house to relax and see the house full of life and family and their friends.

———-

Wade was still watching over Morgan, with Happy and Bruce right beside them. You smiled happily down at them. You were standing on one side of the porch.

Your niece… You smiled and laughed to yourself.

“And who is that little one?” Loki asked as he came up beside you, his voice somehow even more inviting than you remember.

“That would be your niece Morgan,” you informed proudly, thrusting your chin towards her, your hands in your pockets.

“A niece, my my,” he teased slightly.

You turned to him. “A lot has happened since you’ve been gone.”

“Clearly.”  

“Shannon is about to have twins,” you informed. “That will make four children.”

“Twins? I know she’s pregnant, but where is the other one?” he wondered, thoroughly confused.

“Do you remember Peter Parker? Spider-man? I teamed up with him when Tony and I were fighting for the Accords.”

Loki nodded, vaguely remembering you mentioning it.

“Long story short, he belongs to Shannon and Tony.”

Loki seemed to absorb this information well.

Just then Peter ran in where everyone was gathered. “My parents are Mr. and Mrs. Stark. I have a family!” He ran back around hooting and then went to sit with the rest.

You chuckled. “I guess it’s not a secret anymore,” you said happily as you watched the young boy run around the property. You turned to Loki, your hand stroking his face, the other one resting on his chest. “You’re here. You’re real. I can’t believe this.” Happy tears started to roll down your face. “I’ve missed you so much.”

He reached up and wiped your tears, keeping your face cupped in his hands. “Don’t cry, my darling. I’m here now.”

“I know,” you said through a sob, "and I just can’t believe it.”

“Believe it. I’m here. In the flesh.”

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Shannon had noticed that Remy was a little away from everyone else. Then she noticed why. You were with Loki. She walked over to him to talk. “Hey, Remy why all alone over here?”

“Just watchin’ her and thinkin’,” he answered.

“Thinking about what?” She figured she knew but she could be wrong. “Is everything alright?”

He smiled, it was somehow full of love and sadness at the same time. “Oh, everything’s fine, just fine.” He stuffed his hands in his pockets as he nodded toward you and Loki. “She’s never looked at me the way she looks at him, and I don’t think she ever will.”

Shannon nodded, understanding now, it was sad knowing that he put himself out there knowing that she wouldn’t give the same amount back. “Ohh yeah…I think that she’s always going to have a part of you in her heart. She loves him like nothing I’ve ever seen.” She squeezed his hand.

“You said it best,” he agreed with a bit of a sigh. “It’s gonna be hard lettin’ her go. But I can’t hold on. I know that. Hell I knew it the day I found her in Paris, and I still went with her, everywhere. Couldn’t help it.”

“You’ve been with her the entire time she’s been gone?” She looked at him surprised. “Here I was thinking she was alone feeling like she had lost all her friends.” She wanted to get mad because she could have found you earlier but she let it go, now wasn’t the time to fight. Not now, not ever again she hoped. “At least you kept her company and I’m so grateful you were there for her when I couldn’t be.”

“That’s what you do for people you love, right?” he asked sorrowfully when he turned to her. For the first time that anyone had ever really seen, Remy let his charming exterior slip away and he showed just how heartbroken he truly was.

“Yeah, we all tend to do things that will make the person we cherish most happy even if it means letting a part of yourself die and live on in them.” Shannon knew where he was coming from. She had felt the same when she had been forced to lose part of herself to survive.

“I’m just glad she’s finally happy,” he admitted, admiring the glow you seemed to have. All of the horribleness wasn’t looming over you.

No Thanos, no brainwashing, no prison, no probation, no Accords, no fucked up powers, nothing to keep you from Shannon, nothing to separate you from her or the Avengers, nothing to get between you and Thor, nothing to keep you from being with Loki. You were finally home, you were finally happy, and he knew that.

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You frowned for a moment before wondering if you should ask Loki this next question, but you dared too anyway. As you two strolled the Stark’s stunning property, you stopped and turned to him, getting his attention. “You were asking me something, just as you disappeared. Do you remember what it was?”

His eyes shot down to the ground for a second in thought, before they lifted back to you. “Yes, I do seem to remember it. I think it went something like this.” He slowly got down on one knee, his hand gently taking yours as your breathing halted. You had no idea he’d be doing this here, now. “Y/N, will you do me the absolute honor of marrying me?”

With joyful tears in your eyes, you managed to squeak out a “Yes” through the lump in your throat.

Loki’s eyes lit up and he sprang up to wrap you in an embrace, and as he did so, you suddenly heard cheering and yelling. You blushed and the two of you turned to see most of the Avengers clapping and hollering. You thought the two of you were alone… guess not.

From somewhere in the crowd, Tony yelled, “Took you long enough, Reindeer Games!” and everyone laughed.

As you two clung to each other in loving adoration, you smiled. When the cheers died down, you two began walking hand in hand in the yard again. It felt like life had been restored to your body since Loki’s return and you couldn’t get enough of him or the feeling.

“Uh, Loki, when I mentioned a lot had changed, I wasn’t just talking about Shannon and the other Avengers. When the snap happened, I went a little crazy, or a lot crazy. I searched day and night for Thanos. We finally found him, but he had destroyed the stones. We lost. It took us five years and a miracle to get back to this point. When I realized we had lost any chance of getting anyone back, of getting you back, I just spiraled. I went awol, on purpose. But…”

You swallowed your tears. How would he even handle this? The last time Remy kissed you, and you punched him, Loki ran off to Asgard. But he had a right to know. He had every right to know. But would he understand that you weren’t replacing him? That you weren’t using Remy? In a few seconds, you could ruin your entire relationship with Loki.

“What is it, love?” he urged, ducking his head to look at you. “Please, just tell me. I can’t imagine what you’ve been through. I’m sure whatever it is, I can handle it.”

“Remy found me. He made some of the darkness go away and I had no idea if you were ever coming back...”

Loki glanced down and then back up. “Are you trying to tell me you dated another man in my absence?” he guessed.

All you could do was nod as the tears erupted. You thought you were done crying once everyone returned, but you guessed not.

He took his hands and cupped your face, wiping away your tears. “My love, calm down, and look at me,” he gently ordered.

It took a moment, but you did. You finally began breathing right.

“I’m not angry. If anything I’m glad you had someone to share your life with and comfort you. The thought of you living with a lonely broken heart hurts me worse than anything else.”

You reached up and held his wrists as they still held your face. “Really?” you asked in disbelief.

“Really,” he assured with a smile. “I love you more than anything, and when I saw you today, on that battlefield, it only took one look to see how broken you truly were. I can’t begin to even imagine what life has been like for you. You and I have lost our fair share, perhaps even more than our fair share, and to be as selfish as to think you wouldn’t try to seek comfort with someone would be naive on my part.”

“You mean that?”

“Absolutely,” he assured.

“And you still want to get married?”

“I’ve wanted to marry you since you stopped me from killing those frost giants years ago. Nothing will ever change that.”

All you could do was fall into his embrace, collapsing from sheer joy and relief. You two held each other for what seemed like years, but you didn’t mind in the slightest.

Eventually though, you two let go of each other and just over Loki’s shoulder, standing on the horizon, leaning against a tree, you saw him. When your eyes met, Remy tipped his hat forward, nodding once at you with a warm smile on his face.  

You glanced back to Loki before saying, “Give me just one moment, please?”

Loki nodded and said, “Of course.”

The two of you let go of each other’s hands and you set forward, walking up the small hillside to greet Remy. Your stomach was already riddled with guilt and anxiety for what you were about to do.

“Quite a show you put on today,” he stated, admiration in his voice.

“Thank you,” you replied. “You weren’t so bad yourself.”

“I try.”

A heavy silence fell between you two. You knew you needed to break it.

“Remy… I--” you started, twiddling with your hands, your voice already thick with sadness and dread.

“You don't have to say a thing, chere. I know. I've known this whole time. I was never under any kind of illusion that I could take his place. I just wanted time with you, that's all,” he assured in a soft, sweet voice.

Hell, him being understanding made it worse somehow.

More tears spilled down your cheeks as your face fell, and you looked down to the ground. Why was this so goddamn hard?

"I never meant to hurt you. I wasn't using you. I hope you know that,” you finally managed to say.

He reached up, wiping away one tear before pulling his hand away. "I do. Seeing you happy, no matter who it's with, is worth it to me."

“I meant what I said yesterday, about loving you.”

You couldn’t believe that it was just yesterday that you’d said that to him, that you’d ensured he knew you did love him, just in case Loki did return.

“And I you, mon cher. Always have, and I always will. Now don’t forget to invite me to that weddin’ o’ yours,” he ordered, changing the subject. “I wanna chance to see you in all that ivory. Not to mention, I know you’re gonna go all out on the food.”

You smiled, laughed, but then even more tears came.

“Come’mere, darlin’,” he ordered before opening his arms and pulling you into them. You gripped his long jacket so hard you thought you’d rip it. “Shh, shh. Don’t cry, sweetheart. You’ve got him back. Go be happy, for me. I’ll be alright. It’ll all work out.”

All you could do was nod. The two of you let each other go and he sent you off with a nod towards Loki.

You rejoined him for a moment before he said, “I’d like to go say hello to Thor, if you don’t mind.”

“Not at all,” you said. “Go see your brother.”

He nodded, kissed your forehead, and swept off. Meanwhile, you were walking the edge of the lake. As you were walking, you noticed Clint and Wanda. You peered at them, wondering what they were up to. They weren’t in the festivities, back in the cabin enjoying themselves.

Then it dawned on you.

You stepped a little closer and said, “I hope I’m not interrupting anything.” You stepped between them, putting your arms around their shoulders.

The two of them seemed to startle slightly at your approach.

“No, no,” Clint assured. “Just… thinking.”

“Ah,” you hummed as you looked out over the sparkling water.

“You know, I wish there was a way– that I could let her know. That we won. We did it,” Clint said looking to the two of you.

“She knows. They both do.”

“Both of them were the bravest, kindest people I’ve ever met,” you said. “You two were so lucky to have them, and them you.” You took a deep breath. “I know this is very little comfort, but they both left this world knowing they were so very loved, and that’s something to be treasured. They both left knowing they had family. That we all are. In the end, that’s all that matters.”

Wanda rested her head on your shoulder while Clint nodded his head and patted your back. Pretty soon the three of you were hugging tightly.

Vision was your good friend, and Natasha and you weren't close but she had your back and you had hers. She gave up being a maid of honor to Shannon so you could do it. She sacrificed herself to save the universe. Vision was the same. They both fought hard to the bitter end, but their sacrifices wouldn’t be forgotten.

The three of you made your way back into the festivities inside. You had no idea how this cabin was holding this many people. As you made your way through, greeting some old friends you hadn’t seen in a while, nodding to a few others. You came across Stephen who was just sipping a drink, watching everyone from the corner. A tiny smirk came to your face as you stepped up to him.

“So, one in 14 million, huh?” you asked with a bit of whimsy in your voice.

“It was,” he confirmed with a friendly smile.

“What a wager,” you mused. “And all you did to help this very fragile outcome was to help hold back a waterfall. Interesting.” You shot him a coy smile and he shook his head.

“You do realize how this works, right? One outcome, which means I know what does and doesn’t need to happen. In the event that we were to win, it was imperative I stay out of the way.”

You nodded. “Oh, of course, all powerful one. I just think it’s funny how we only win if you’re being a human dam.”

“Alright, I get it, I didn’t exactly use the powers to my fullest ability--”

“Yes, and I can’t imagine a scenario where that’s even possible. How is it that in a world where you help fight Thanos and his army, we lose?”

He shrugged. “I’m not sure, but it was. I watched everything. In all of them, we lost. I’d get involved and something would kill me, you and I would get in the way of each other, Thanos would dispose of me just in time to get the gauntlet. Trust me, the best way for us to win was for me to stay out of the way.”

A fond smile fell over your face as you put your hand on his shoulder. “Thank you, so much, for what you did. It’s not easy to trust everyone so completely, that it will all go according to plan. Not to mention dusting yourself in the process.” You punched his arm. “You left me pretty much alone, asshole.”

He bobbed his head side to side. “Well, without me though, you wouldn’t have learned all those powers you have now. The shield, the lifting people with your dark energy… Because of me leaving, you’re a better fighter.”

“Always an ego trip, eh, Strange?” you teased before he lightly chuckled. You pulled him into a hug, holding him tight. “I missed you.”

“I know,” he reiterated with a heavy tone. Stephen had seen it all. He watched 14 million futures, and in this one, the one where you all won, he saw just what you’d gone through. It killed him to put you, and everyone else, through it, but it had to be done. He knew how much you’d suffered, but now he could take solace in the fact that you were truly happy.  

When you two let go of each other, Tony was standing up on his fireplace, clinking his glass trying to get the attention of nearly one hundred people. He cleared his throat as soon as everyone was looking his way.

“So yesterday, I was thinking that things might not work out the way I hoped, the way we all hoped. Of course, I tried to be optimistic, prayed we stopped that angry Grimace…”

A laugh rolled through the crowd.

“I hope families are reunited, I hope we get it back, and something like a normal version of the planet has been restored. If there ever was such a thing. God, what a world. Universe, now. If you told me ten years ago that we weren't alone, let alone, you know, to this extent, I mean, I wouldn't have been surprised. But come on, you know? The epic forces of darkness and light that have come into play. And, for better or worse, that's the reality Morgan's gonna have to find a way to grow up in.” He stopped and looked down to Shannon who was right beside him, and glanced to Peter only a few feet away. “The reality that Peter and Morgan, and the other little bundles of joy will have to grow up in.” He looked around the room, glancing to faces new and old, all ones he loved. “This time travel thing that we were gonna try and pull off today, it's– it had me scratching my head about the survivability of it all. That's the thing. Then again, that's the hero gig. Part of the journey is the end.”

Everyone took a moment to remember those they had lost over the years.

“Everyone did fantastic, but I want to take a moment to thank Y/N,” he suddenly said. Your eyes shot up at him, bemusement in your eyes. “Without her, Thanos wouldn't have been vulnerable for me to take the stones, and help keep me alive. Y/N, do you care to say a few words?"

“Tony, I--”

From somewhere back in the room you heard Remy shout, “Speech!”

You laughed as Stephen nudged you forward. Tony helped you up on the fireplace before he stepped down.

“I, uh, where to begin? Well first of all, I want to thank each and every one of you. We wouldn’t be here at all today if it wasn’t for Scott Lang and his Time Heist idea.” You raised your glass to him. “We wouldn’t be here if Stephen Strange hadn’t gone forward in time to check all the possible outcomes, then with an enormous leap of faith, give the time stone away.” Stephen nodded at you and lifted his glass. “We wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for Tony Stark and Bruce Banner’s intelligence.”

“Of course not,” Tony responded nonchalantly and everyone laughed.

You smiled at him before continuing. “We wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for the optimism and perseverance of Steve Rogers. He kept the team positive through dark times, and trusted Tony when things when a little hairy during the time traveling. Not to mention, fighting Thanos hand to hand several times, with no guarantee of backup. We wouldn’t be here without Rhodey and Nebula navigating through time to help us find stones. We wouldn’t be here without Clint and Natasha, both risking their lives on Voromir to get the soul stone. Natasha gave her life to save the universe. We wouldn’t be here without Wanda and Vision, Vision gave up his life to prevent Thanos from winning, and Wanda had to do the hardest thing anyone would have to do in that situation. We wouldn't be here without T’Challa, Clint, Peter, and Carol, all who tried to defend the stones and keep them from Thanos, even if it meant dying. We wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for Carol who helped destroy the ship and really kick Thanos’s ass.”

You looked down for a moment, trying to make sure you didn’t forget anyone.

“Most importantly, we wouldn’t be here without all of you. It was the love we all have for each and every one of you that kept us all going. To hope that one day, we’d get all of you back, that we’d get everyone back. Not only was it our love, but yours. You returned and within moments, each and every one of you were ready to tear Thanos and his army apart, and that’s what we needed. That’s what you do, for family, for the ones you love.”

You raised your glass. “So thank you, to everyone who fought, whether it was today, five years ago, or every day in between. Thank you to Tony Stark who wielded the stones, and thank you to Shannon Stark who helped keep both of us alive so that we could get you all back, where you belong.”

Slowly, a clap started from the front row of the audience at the cabin to the back. There were happy tears, there were shouts of joy, there was cheering, hugging, kissing. People were reuniting and the celebration began in full swing again.

You hopped down off the fireplace mantle.

“Hey, Y/N, I’m gonna go check on Morgan and Wade. Meet me out there?” She touched your shoulder before Tony showed up.

“You trying to give Cap a run for his money on the speech thing?” he teased with a grin.

“Hey, you gotta learn somewhere, right?” you asked. You put your hand on his sleeve. “Tony, I want to thank you for keeping your word. You said if you had a way to bring him back, you would, and you did that. So… thank you.”

“Any time, kid.” He shot you a warm grin. “Do you think Reindeer Games would wanna meet his niece and nephew properly?”

A smile spread across your face. “I think he’d love that.”

You waved Loki over and the two of you walked outside where Wade, Shannon, Morgan, and Peter were.

“Alright, Reindeer Games looks like we’re family now so let me introduce you to my kids.” He gave Loki a hard pat on the back. “Y/N,” he said and offered his arm.

You took it and he led you two to the back of the cabin where Peter was making Morgan laugh and Wade was just holding Morgan in his lap. He finally got used to dressing comfortably around them with no mask on.

“Wade, could you give us a moment?” Tony asked. “It’s a family reunion of sorts.”

“Gee that hurt, Stark. Here I was thinking I was part of the family,” he feigned being hurt. “Alright, sunshine I’ll be back in a bit, okay?” he told Morgan, helping her move off his lap.

“Okay Uncle Wade.” She smiled up at the man.

“Hey princess, I have some people I'd like you to meet.” Tony sat between Peter and her. “You remember what Mommy and I told you about your aunt and uncle right?” he recalled.

“Yeah, Daddy you said they were away for awhile.” She looked over to you standing and holding Loki’s hand. “Daddy, I’m happy my big brother Peter is back. I know you and Mommy missed him a lot.”

“Well I think it’s time you said hello to your Aunt Y/N and Uncle Loki.” He waved you two closer. “Yes we did, princess and now you can get to know him better too.” He kissed her temple and ruffled Peter’s hair.

You were suddenly nervous. More nervous than any time you’d ever faced Thanos. What if they hated you? What if they feared you? “Hi there,” you greeted in a sweet voice, cringing, wondering if you sounded like an idiot.

“Alright, Y/N, Loki, this is your niece Morgan and your nephew Peter.” Tony pointed to the kids. “Peter, meet your Aunt and Uncle.”

“Hi there, it's nice to meet you two.” Peter smiled. “Wow not even a day back and I have more family now!” He looked to all the people in front of him, he started getting teary eyed. “Sorry, I don’t usually get like this.” He wiped the tears away.

“Hey, Peter, it’s good to see you again,” you greeted with a big, warm grin. “And Morgan. I am so sorry I missed you growing up,” you apologized as you leaned down to get eye level with her. “But I intend on being here for many years to watch you grow. You look so much like your parents, and I bet you have their brains too.”

Morgan moved closer, drawn to her. “It’s okay! You can make it up to me later.” She grinned sounding much like her dad. “My mommy says I’m daddy’s mini him.” She giggled.

“Yes you are, princess and don’t you forget it,” Tony cooed.

“It’s good to see you too Ms. Y/L/N.” Peter blushed realizing what he said. “Aunt Y/N.”

“I better only get reports on good grades,” you warned with a teasing smile.

“Aunt Y/N? Are you and Uncle Loki going to live with us like papa Bruce does?” she asked

Immediately, you blushed intensely as your gaze snapped to Loki who looked just as equally flustered.

“I uh, I’m not sure, sweetie. I doubt it. Your parents don’t want us crowding their space. They just got Peter back and I don’t think they’d want us here.”

“Morgan,” Loki suddenly said, kneeling down, “would you like to see a magic trick?”

“You can do magic?” she squealed. She ran up to Loki, grabbing his hand. “Come sit with me, Uncle Loki.” She pulled him and surprisingly she managed to pull him to the ground. “Morgan, what did Mommy say about using your strength?” Tony looked over at her. “Sorry about that, we’re still helping her control her powers,” he said sheepishly looking to the other man.

Loki smiled at Tony and Morgan, before answering, “That’s quite alright. I grew up with Thor not knowing his strength either. I’m rather used to it. She’s just excited.”

“Hey, Y/N remind me to have a chat with you and Loki and Shannon later tonight?” Tony asked somewhat quietly while Loki performed his trick to the kids.

You frowned, unsure what he could possibly want to talk about but you nodded. “Sure,” you agreed.

“Wow, Mr. Loki that’s really cool, how’d you learn to do that?” Peter asked. “Can I just say how much of an honor it is to meet you, sir?” he excitedly said. “You’re one of my favorite mythological gods.”

He frowned, but he showed a smile of appreciation. “I’m flattered. Thank you for that, Peter. Although, I apologize for bursting your bubble but I’m very much not mythological. So feel free to refer to me as just a god.” He grinned proudly, making Peter laugh. “Also, my mother taught me that trick,” he informed after he showed them a simple concealment trick.

“Alright, Reindeer Games, no funny business,” Tony playfully warned.

“Don’t get your iron rusted,” he teased to Tony with a sly smile.

“I’m going to let you all get acquainted,” you said sweetly to Peter, Morgan, and Loki. “I need to go talk to your Mom,” you informed. You ruffled their hair, smiled at Loki, nodded to Tony with a smile, then turned to see Shannon standing on the back porch.

You walked up the steps, taking the iced tea from Shannon’s offering hand. “Thank you,” you mused before turning to watch Wade, Loki, Peter, and Morgan. “I can’t believe you leave your daughter alone with that idiot,” you noted in jest as you stared at them.

Shannon turned around and sat on a loveseat that faced them. You followed suit and joined her, sitting next to her.

“Well it was either him or Happy.” She shrugged. “Plus it was part of the deal with him finding you for me.” She took a sip of her drink. “Plus someone was off on a rampant killing spree.”

You shot her a side glare with a smile. “Someone had to. It’s hard work being an assassin. Since you retired from it… someone had to pick up the torch,” you responded with a grin.

“Who says I ever retired?” She laughed and felt one of the babies kick. “Alright, alright, I was only kidding. They know exactly what I’m saying!” She rubbed her belly. “So you ready to be Mrs.Odison?”

You let out a laugh that held all the emotion you’d been holding in for the last twelve years. “I’ve been ready to marry him since I saw him at that crash site,” you admitted. “I could marry anyone with cheekbones like that.”

“So the cheekbones is what did it for ya, huh?” She winked. “Should’ve known, I thought it was his brooding manner.”

“That certainly helped, but let’s just say his tricks weren’t the first things I saw on Asgard that really sealed the deal,” you answered before taking a sip of your tea, staring straight ahead with a blush on your cheeks.

“Well I’m just glad I got you back and that you’re finally getting the happiness you deserve.” She stretched her hand to you. “God it’s been so hard—- I’ve missed you so much.” She teared up finally being able to have her other half back at her side.

“I missed you too,” you sighed, holding her hand. “I promise to never leave you again. And, because I missed Morgan’s shower, and I guess somehow Peter’s, I’m going to throw you the biggest, most obnoxious baby shower you’ve ever seen for these twins. Gonna have Wanda and Pietro help too, seeing as they’re experts in the field.”

“Who would have thought that on my second pregnancy I’d end up with twins?” She shook her head. “Damn twin gene. I know I don’t have it so it must be Bruce’s,” she said. “I’m sure they’ll be a big help, speaking of where’s Pietro?”

“Oh, I saw him earlier. I think he’s inside, fighting Sam for some of those spicy appetizers you made,” you informed. You glanced up to her, giving her an intense look. “You know, I really am sorry for leaving. I just… I lost my shit when one morning I looked up and you had everything and I had lost everything and to be honest…” You took a deep breath. “Everywhere I looked, I was reminded of Loki, and everyone we all lost, and how it was my fault and I couldn’t stand it. I thought if I left, it wouldn’t be a glaring reminder of my failures and everything I’d lost.”

“It wasn’t your fault, Y/N. Out of 14 billion, we only had one shot. It was out of our hands so please don’t go blaming yourself. I just wish that you’d had come to me to tell me this. I’m your sister!” She squeezed your hand. “I would move heaven and earth to help you feel better. I’m sorry that things seemed like it was still perfect for me.” She took a breath. “The snap had taken away Peter and my family all I had left was you and the hope that I hadn’t lost Tony too. And then he came back and later on you were gone, it felt like I had lost the last bit of family I had left. The Avengers are friends, yes but it's not the same as a connection like the one we have.”

"I never wanted you to feel that way. I just thought you were finally happy with Bruce and Tony and everything that you didn't want or need me in your life anymore, especially not after I let Thanos get away, three times. I thought maybe you wouldn't want me around. I'd only serve as a reminder for the idiot that couldn't save the universe."  Your head dropped down as you spoke. "You once told me that I was strong enough to fight Thanos. It was right after Loki and I were arrested after New York. And you were right. I told you I was too afraid. To be honest, Loki and I were pretty outnumbered and I had no idea how to control my powers back then. And then, we got another shot at him in space and I didn't kill him, and I didn't kill him in Wakanda... I couldn't help but think 'You have the power to kill him, and you didn't. This is all your fault.'" You shook your head. “But it’s all behind us now. I was an idiot. I missed you. And now you can never ever get rid of me,” you said, resting your head on her shoulder.

The two of you laughed softly, looking on at your happy family.

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Winner - Shawn Mendes

summary// both you and shawn are up for the same award an// i don’t usually write for shawn, i usually read it bc i love him, but now i’m starting to write for him too!!

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“Babe!” Shawn’s voice echos loudly from the bedroom.

“What?” I ask, my head still in the fridge.

“C’mere!”

“Coming!” I yell back just as loud.

I grab the snack that made me come down to the kitchen in the first place and head back to where Shawn is calling my name.

“What’s up?” I flop down on the bed and look up to Shawn. He’s sitting up leaning against the headboard, he has his laptop open.

“The grammy nominations are up.”

“Fun! Who’s nominated?” I take a spoonful of ice cream, not expecting to be so shocked in a second.

“We are.”

“What?” I half yell half mumble with my mouth still full.

He laughs at my reaction and turns his laptop around for me to see for myself.

“Both of us are nominated for the same award.”

My eyes scan the computer and read both Shawn and my name under the category for Song of the year.

“Holy shit.” I whisper.

“Congrats, babe.” He pulls me in for a hug.

“You too.” I laugh.

“That’s so cool that we’re both nominated!” I lean against him, my ice cream long forgotten on the nightstand.

“You think? We’re running against each other.” He laughs.

“Yeah, but that means one of us is bound to win.” I smirk, “One of us needs to come home with it. If it isn’t me I would want it to be you.”

“Me too.”

We look over the rest of the nominations to discover that we’ve been nominated for other awards too. Shawn for best pop vocal album which I can tell gets him super excited. He worked on it so hard so it’s nice to see he’s being recognized for it. I am nominated for best new artist which is thrilling. I have been trying to get my name out there for years, finally almost two years agoI had several songs become a hit. I signed with a bigger record company and met Shawn. We fell in love, moved in together, and now are running against each other for a Grammy.

A month and a half pass until the actual time for the award show arrives. Shawn and I couldn’t be more excited.

“Babe, we have to leave right now or we are so going to be late.” I hear Shawn complaining from downstairs.

“I’m coming!” I race down the stairs, not forgetting to thank the woman responsible for my hair and makeup before leaving.

“Darling.” Shawn looks up at me, I still have one stair height advantage.

“C’mon, we have to leave right now or we are so going to be late.” I grin and Shawn does too once he realizes I’m using his words against him.

We get the in the car and the driver takes us to our destination, I take a deep breath and Shawn opens up my door for me. There isn’t even a seconds before the camera flashes start, it’s madness, but in a good way.

We walk through the red carpet, stopping for pictures. Shawn’s hand is glued low on my waist.

“If your hand goes any lower you’re going to make headlines tomorrow.” I smile and whisper it as I adjust his bow tie, the flurry of cameras still going.

“Ehh, why? Everyone else can do it with their girl.” He smirks looking down.

“Yeah, but you’re innocent Shawn Mendes.” I press a teasing his to his cheek as they flood pink.

We make it the rest of the way, only stopping for a couple of fast interviews. They all ask us about running against each other tonight. Each interview we play it a little different, polite like we only want the other to win, or we pretend that we’re out for blood and tease each other.

“Finally, my feet are killing me.” We finally make it to our seats.

“You shouldn’t have worn heels, you can’t even see them with that dress.”

“Well where’s the fun in that?” I ask with a smug look, he rolls his eyes playfully.

The awards start and enough of them pass that I know our award is next.

“Good luck.” I whisper, leaning into his ear.

“You too.”

He presses a quick kiss to my cheek and they start reading off the nominees. They don’t even cut between Shawn and I because we are sitting next to each other. We awkwardly wave which causes everyone to laugh.

“And the award goes to…”

She pauses and both Shawn and I hold our breath.

“Y/n Y/Ln.”

I don’t get up right away because it doesn’t even seem real. Shawn pulls me in for a hug and gently pushes me towards the stage.

“Wow, I know everyone says that they weren’t expecting it, but I honestly wasn’t. I was running against some amazing artists, it’s been an honor to even be nominated with you. I want to thank my team for getting me here tonight, my family and friends for always supporting me, and finally Shawn. I want to thank you for pushing me as an artist and as a person. Thank you for being an amazing boyfriend and I am not going to stop rubbing this in your face.”

The whole crowd laughs at my joke and I can see Shawn shaking his head with a smile. I quickly rush backstage. They make me give them the award back temporarily before they send me back to my seat. I rejoin Shawn and he has the biggest smile on his face.

“I could not be more proud of you.” He presses kisses all over my face, for once making me blush.

“Shut up.” I chuckle, “Your category is next!”

He straightens up now because he knows the cameras are back on him. I reach forward and take his hands in mine.

“What are you doing?” He looks down to gesture to both of my hands trying to envelope one of his.

“I’m giving you my good luck.” I smile, “This award has your name on it, I can feel it.”

I was right. Shortly after listing everyone, Shawn’s name is called and he runs up stage after giving me a kiss.

“I would like to thank the academy for giving me this one. I need to stay even with Y/n.” Everyone laughs at his joke too, “I wouldn’t be here without the people around me, so thank you everyone for getting me here today.”

He quickly runs off stage and comes back a few short minutes later.

“Congrats, baby!” I pull him in for another hug and he gets a proud smile on his face.

“Thanks! When is your last one? Best new artist?”

“Ugh.” I groan, “It’s the last award of the night.”

I roll my eyes and Shawn notices.

“What? Did you just want to get it over with?”

“Yes.” I throw my head on his shoulder dramatically. “I just want to lose so I can stop being so anxious.”

“Hey, who says you’re going to lose?”

“Me. I’m saying it. There is no way I’m winning a second grammy tonight. Plus, I really don’t want to have to go back up there and awkwardly talk.”

“You were amazing before, and you’ll be amazing if you win.” He presses a quick kiss to my temple.

The last few awards go by and finally we’re to the last award.

“Stop shaking your leg, you look nervous.” Shawn places a hand onmy knee to stop it.

“That’s because I am.”

I can’t even hear them read the nominees, it’s already too late and they call my name for a second time.

As soon as I hear it, it’s like a weight off of my shoulders. I won. I give Shawn yet another hug for the night, this time he presses a passionate kiss on my lips which catches me off guard. The speech is a blur, I remember making a joke about not having a second speech prepared and that’s about it. After that it was off to the after parties.

“Y/n, slow down.” Shawn presses a hand to my shoulder.

“No way!” I slur, “We’re celebrating tonight! Why don’t you have a drink?”

“Because I’m responsible for you.”

The rest of the night is a blurred mixture of dancing, taking pictures, and drinking. I don’t even remember getting home and getting in bed, which I have Shawn to thank for that.

“Good morning.” Shawn smirks over his cup of coffee.

Instead of responding I groan, I grab a glass of water and sit down next to him.

“Someone seems like they’re in a grumpy mood.”

“You’re enjoying this way too much.” I grumble, I plant my head down on the table.

“No, but I am going to enjoy your reaction to this.”

He slides over his phone and it’s pulled up to a TMZ video.

“Oh no.” I huff before the video has even started.

It begins and there’s lots of flashing lights. They’re outside the club of the after party from last night. All of the sudden Shawn comes into frame, only thing out of the norm is the fact that I’m hanging over his shoulder. He has his grammy in his left hand and his right hand is holding me in place.

The paparazzi are yelling my name and I’m grinning at them, I seem to be singing something, but I can hear it over all of the yelling.

“What am I singing?” I ask, finally looking up at Shawn who is definitely enjoying this too much.

“Winner Takes It All by Abba.”

“Oh no.” I groan for the second time.

I have a grammy in each hand and I swing them around proudly while still singing as Shawn puts me in the car.

“Is it too late to stop the world from seeing this?” I ask.

“Well, I came across this on twitter. It was flooding my mentions.”

“Well, now I physically want to die and emotionally want to die.” I say, referring to my hungover state as well as emotional state.

“C’mon, it’s not that bad.” He scoots his chair back and gestures for me to come over, “Everyone loves it. They say it makes you more real.”

I sit down on his lap.

“Well, at least there’s that.” I say, laughing for the first time that morning.

“Alright, Winner, let’s get you some breakfast.

“I am never going to live this down.”

#shawn mendes x reader #shawn mendes imagine #shawn mendes x read #shawn mendes x you #shawn mendes imagines #shawn mendes

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Loving Her: Alex Morgan - Chapter 9

And it all comes out…

Alex POV:

“This is so stupid” (Y/N) mumbled as Allie let out a laugh. “I don’t even know why I have to do this…”

“Because it’s fun” Mal said as (Y/N) shook her head. She took a step back before striking the ball. The ball sailed over everyone as it went into the back of the net just missing the post. “YES! I win!”

“Fuck…” (Y/N) said pouting as Mal started celebrating with Sonnett and them.

“I beat you…” she sang jumping around as I laughed at their antics. “I beat you!”

“So what?” she said pouting as everyone laughed.

“I always knew you were a sore loser.” Christen said as everyone nodded in agreement. (Y/N) scoffed shaking her head and mocking everyone.

“It’s okay baby.” I said as she looked over at me. “You won the biggest prize of all..”

“What’s that?” she asked with a confused look on her face.

“My heart of course…”

“Oh” she said as I scowled at her lack of enthusiasm. “I mean…that’s only thing I need in life.”

“Nice save.” Kelley said as I turned my glare to her.

“Thanks.” She said as I crossed my arms and gave her a look. “What? It’s just so easy to mess with you. Like, you make it so easy…”

“That does not mean you should do it.” Christen said as Tobin and them all were laughing.

“Exactly.” I said agreeing with Christen.

“(Y/N), I think your best friend is turning on you.” Rose said as (Y/N) rolled her eyes.

“This joke isn’t even funny anymore.” Christen said as I smiled at the irritated expression on (Y/N)’s face.

“It was never funny.” She said crossing her arms

“You just make it so easy though.” I said mocking her as she smiled at me.

“Alright everyone…back to practice.” Jill yelled as we all got back to our practice. The Sweden game was tomorrow so we had light training for the day to prepare ourselves. (Y/N) was super pumped because we both were returning to the starting lineup. It blows my mind that she is actually worried about not starting when she is one of our more technical players.

The last few weeks have been really nice for us. It’s been a good balance of time we have got to spend alone and time with the team. I have had to do more press than usual, so I know she has spent a ton of time with like Christen and Becky. It feels like we are in a great place though. I feel like we have been in a really blissful place that hasn’t really stopped since we got together. One thing I don’t like though is that I have been feeling this sense of dread, like somehow that blissful place is going to be ruined. I can’t explain it fully. I just keep feeling like something is going to happen.

(Y/N) has reassured me that nothing could break us apart, but I don’t feel like that’s fully true. Despite how open and honest we have been with each other; I know there are things that we are keeping from each other. I thought after she opened up to me that I would feel a little better, but I can’t help but feel like there is more stuff she isn’t saying. As for me and what I am keeping from her, let’s just say I messed up. I didn’t cheat or anything, but I do think it definitely counts as a betrayal.

“Alex!” I was broken out of my thoughts by Allie who gave me a weird look. “Come on…trainings done for the day.”

I turned to see mostly everyone either walking off or standing in a little circle talking. I spotted my girlfriend walking with Tierna, Sonnett, Rose, and Sam. They were walking towards the group of Christen, Tobin, Pinoe, and Ash.

“Are you alright?” Kelley asked as I nodded my head.

“I just have a lot on my mind…” I said as she nodded her head. I stretched out a little as we made our way towards the group. I took a sip of the water bottle in my hand as Kelley gave me a concerned look.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“No.” I said as we joined the other group. She nodded her head as I walked towards (Y/N).

“Hey baby…you good?” she asked as I nodded my head. She wrapped an arm around me as I let my head drop to her shoulder.

“So, real talk. Do we think Sweden is going to put their best lineup out there?” Ash asked as some people shrugged their shoulders.

“I don’t think so…they are already onto the knockouts and when you consider which side of the bracket is more appealing…I really don’t think they want to win the group.” Sonnett said taking a sip of water from the bottle that I brought over.

“You don’t think they want to play Spain? Or potentially France or Brazil?” Pinoe asked with an amused smile as everyone laughed.

“God, I can’t believe that’s going to be our side of the bracket if we win…” Sam said closing her eyes with an exasperated look on her face.

“I can’t wait…” (Y/N) said with a grin.

“Psychopath…” Tierna mumbled as they both laughed.

“You want to be the best…you got to beat the best. I don’t want to win this tournament saying we took the easy way to the final.” She said as several people nodded their heads.

“Amen to that.” Allie said as we all then headed to the locker room.

Once we got back to the hotel, it was mainly relaxing and doing last minute game talks. I took a quick shower and smiled when I came out to see (Y/N) facetiming with Santiago.

“I just feel like you’re being a little bitch about this.” I heard him say as she rolled her eyes.

“You say the kindest things…” she said as I laid down next to her. I wrapped my arms around her waist as I rested my head on her shoulder.

“Is that Alex?” he asked as she gave me a look.

“Who else could this possibly be?” she asked as he started yelling at her.

“I didn’t want to be rude and assume that it was her. What if it wasn’t her?” he yelled as I laughed.

“Who else would be cuddled up to me like this?” she asked with an exasperated look on her face.

“Your whole team is freakishly close…it could have been anyone.”

“I hate you. Goodnight Santi.” She said as she hung up on him as he yelled back goodnight to her.

“He’s going to yell at you for hanging up on him” I said as she nodded her head.

“Probably.” She commented leaning in to give me a kiss. I leaned into her as I soon found myself fully on top of her.

She sat up with me in her lap as things got a little heated. One of her hands slipped under my shirt as the other gripped my thigh. My hands were gripping her face and neck as if my life depended on it. Eventually, air was a necessity as we pulled away. We stared at each other for a moment as we tried to catch our breath.

“We should really stop.” She mumbled as I nodded going in for another kiss. Our little make out session continued for a few more minutes, before I realized that she was right. We really needed to stop. I pulled away with her trying to follow my lips. I had my eyes closed trying to regain my composure. She wasn’t on the same page of relaxing for a moment, because she immediately went for my neck. It didn’t take her long to find my sweet spot as I bit back the moan that was threatening to come out.

“If we don’t stop now, I won’t be able to stop at all.” I said as she continued placing kisses on my neck.

“What’s wrong with that?” she asked as I reluctantly pulled away completely this time.

“We have to play tomorrow which means we need our sleep tonight.” I said as her dark eyes focused on my lips. She licked her lips as she nodded her head. “(Y/N), I am serious.”

She looked up into my eyes as she seemed to snap out of whatever haze she was in. She nodded her head as she slowly laid back down.

“If I lay down, are you going to behave?” I asked as she sent me a mischievous look

“Of course, I will love…” she said as I laid down next to her. She turned a little to wrap her arms around me.

“If I have to sleep in the other bed, because you can’t control yourself…I am going to be mad.”

“Alright I hear you….no funny business.” She said with an amused tone. She placed a quick kiss on my neck before snuggling into me. “Last one I promise.” I rolled my eyes before leaning over and turning off the light.

Once morning came, I headed into the bathroom to start getting ready but stopped when I took a look in the mirror.

“Son of a bitch.” I mumbled as I immediately exited the bathroom. I jumped onto the bed and picked up the pillow and started smacking (Y/N) with it.

“You” smack. “left” smack. “A.” smack. “Mark.” Smack. “You.” Smack. “Idiot.” Smack.

“Hey…” she groaned catching the pillow in her hand as she sat up. I glared at her as she frowned, but then bit back a smile once seeing my neck. “It’s not that noticeable.”

“Not that noticeable!?” I glared at her as she frowned most likely at being yelled at.

“Just put like some concealer on it…” she said as my glare intensified.

“I could kill you.” I said as I stood up and got off the bed with the pillow still in hand.

“At least everyone will know your taken now…” She let out a little laugh as I turned and chucked the pillow at her.  

I took a quick shower before getting out and looking into the mirror. I heard a little knock on the bathroom door as I turned to open the door. She was on the other side with a small smile.

“For what its worth, I am sorry.” She said as I examined the dark spots on my neck. I turned to her with a glare. The rest of the morning consisted of us getting ready while she continued saying sorry. I rolled my eyes as she grabbed my arm before we exited the room.

“I love you.” She said as I turned towards her not hiding my irritation at all. Technically, I knew she wasn’t trying to leave a mark. It just got way too heated last night. Too heated for being in the middle of the World Cup at least. I wanted to be mad, but the little pout she was giving me was making my anger melt away. “I doubt anyone will notice.”

“They are going to notice. The teasing that we have already been getting is only going to intensify.”

“Probably. All I need to do is make one inappropriate joke and then they won’t want to talk about it anymore…”

“True.” I mumbled knowing that she was right. “I love you too.”

I leaned in and gave her a kiss as we exited the room.

(Y/N) POV Switch

As we got downstairs, I knew Alex was a little on edge because of the marks on her neck. She tried covering them up with makeup but if you looked close enough you could see them. I really hadn’t intended on giving her any. I just got a little worked up last night. We entered the room for breakfast and found our seats as everyone was making their way into the room. I knew that someone was most likely going to notice, but I hope that they just wouldn’t say anything.

“Is that a hickey?”

Well, it was wishful thinking. I groaned when Alex immediately turned bright red, then whipped around and glared at me as I gave her an apologetic look.

“It is!” Kelley said as she tried to examine her neck to which Alex slapped her hands away. I glared at Kelley as everyone who was at the table were squinting and trying to get a good look at Alex’s neck.

“You didn’t have that yesterday which means you two were a little busy last night…” Ash said wiggling her eyebrows at us.

“Gross.” Tierna mumbled from next to me.

“Are you guys having sex?” Allie asked as Alex leaned on the table with her head in her hands. I sank down in my seat a little not liking all the personal questions.

“I don’t want to know.” Christen said putting her hands over her ears. I fought the internal battle to annoy christen because I didn’t want to further embarrass Alex. I mean…we haven’t had sex.

“We aren’t having sex.” I said as Alex turned her head to face me. I was convinced it was just going to be a permanent glare for today.

“Alex’s neck says otherwise.” Pinoe said taking a bite of her food.

“We aren’t having sex.” I repeated shaking my head as there were a few huffs around the table.

“Really?” Kelley asked with an incredulous look.

“I would have thought that would be the first thing you guys did when you got together.” Allie said as Kelley and them nodded in agreement

“How can we when you never leave us alone…” I said with a glare as mostly everyone seemed to catch the hint.

“Anyway…the game today…” Tobin said changing the subject.

I leaned over a little and rubbed Alex’s back. I was trying to comfort her because I knew she was extremely irritated.

“I’m sorry.” I whispered. She leaned back and shook her head as she started eating. I sighed as I started eating my food. As we were finishing up, she stood and left without saying a word to me. I knew deep down that she was mad at the situation and not at me. She wasn’t easily embarrassed which is how I knew this was somewhat serious.

“Hey, we didn’t mean to upset you guys…” Kelley said with an apologetic look.

“You guys just don’t know when to quit.” I said as I moved to go after Alex.

Once I caught up to the forward, I took her hand in mine. She tried to pull it away at first, but after a moment she relaxed a little.

“Alex, I am sorry.”

“I know.” She turned towards me as I frowned. “I’m not mad at you. I just…it’s hard enough going through everything and figuring everything out with you without all of them prying like that.”

“I know.” I pulled her in for a hug. “What can I do?”

“Hold me for a minute. You always bring me comfort.” She mumbled as I nodded my head.

“I can do that.” I held her in my arms for a moment before she pulled away a little.

“I love you.” I smiled as I leaned in to give her a kiss.

“I love you too.”

Eventually, we rejoined the group to which everyone apologized. She seemed to brush it off, but I knew it was probably going to bother her for a little while.

After breakfast, we had a quick team meeting before heading to the stadium. All this excitement almost made me forget we have a game today. A game that I get to play in!

Once we arrived at the stadium, we went through our warm-ups and did the anthem and got the game started. The first half got off to a great start with a goal from Lindsay who was able to send it into the back of the net while it was in traffic after a corner kick from Pinoe. The rest of the first half was pretty uneventful, as we headed to the locker room. We did our usual talk of tactics and strategy. What was working and what wasn’t working. Then, we got back out for the second half.

Alex came out of the game for Carli in the 46th minute, which was a bummer, but we were celebrating again in the 50th minute when Tobin’s shot went into the back of the net. It was an incredible shot. I groaned when they wanted to do a VAR check though.

“I’m going to be pissed if they call this off.” I said to Tobin who nodded her head. The ref came back a moment later and motioned that the goal would stand.

“Thank god.” Tobin mumbled as I got back into position to continue the game. About 10 minutes later, I l saw my number go up as Christen was standing on the sideline. I walked over to her and gave her a hug.

“Good luck.” I said as she smiled and ran onto the field. I made my way over to where the others were sitting.

“Good job!” Alex said as I smiled and sat next to her. We continued watching the game and I grinned when the final whistle went.

“Onto the Knockouts!” I said as everyone nodded.

Everything seemed to fly by as we got back to the hotel. The next two-three days went quick as we did travel and training and recovery. We finally had half a day off. We were able to get the hotel we were staying in to let us use one of their conference rooms to mess around in. The game was tomorrow so we were all hanging out trying to keep a good mood around. We knew the tournament was more do or die now because one loss and your out. Spain isn’t a team that’s just going to let us win. They are going to put up a fight and will probably be the toughest team we’ve faced so far…at least in my opinion.

Anyways, we are all hanging out like I said. We set up some of the chairs as if they were a net so we could do some soccer tennis. On my side was Mal and Rose. On the other side, was Kelley, Sonnet, and Lindsay. Alex and some of the other girls were watching as we kept rotating between teams.

“You’re cheating!” Sonnett yelled as I shook my head.

“I’m not cheating!” I said as Rose and Mal were practically on the ground laughing. “It’s not my fault that you suck!”

“Ohhhh, we want to go there now do we….” Kelley said as I laughed at the defender. We continued for another few minutes before my team won.

“Yes!” Mal said as she high fived me. “I knew we picked right with you…”

I shook my head with a laugh as Alex and them stood ready to do another rotation of teams. I winked at her as she shook her head. Some of us jumped when we heard the loud bang of the door being thrown open. I turned to see Christen with a furious look on her face. I sighed preparing myself for the fight that was coming. I thought I had a little more time…Tobin and JJ were both behind her with nervous looks as Christen stormed up to me. She didn’t say a word as she shoved me.

“Okay…” I said as she glared at me. Some of the other girls reacted by moving like they were going to separate us before I held up my hand to say stop.

“You are such an asshole!” Christen said as she glared at me. “How could you do this to me?”

“Okay…let me explain.”

“No, I don’t want to hear it.” She said pointing at me.

“You just asked me how I could do this…let me explain.”

“You knew how important it was…” she got in my face again as I swallowed and looked down for a moment.

“Christen please…” I said softly wishing for her to let me explain.

“Someone want to explain what’s going on?” Kelley asked with confusion as everyone looked between us with worried expressions.

“Why don’t you tell them what you did?” she asked crossing her arms. “Tell them how you betrayed me.”

“It’s not like that…”

“Then, what is it like…you used information I told you that I asked you not to tell anyone else…for your own personal gain. You are the most selfish person I have ever met.”

“Okay seriously…what happened?” Pinoe asked looking between us. I stayed silent for a moment as Christen scoffed.

“Everyone knows that I have been trying to help LAFC become an official NWSL team. The selection counsel changed their minds about allowing a team into the league next year and released a list of requirements that they gave to prospect teams. One of the requirements was that the team had to have an already established stadium. It’s been the biggest struggle for all the prospect teams, because its hard to find a stadium that accommodates everything. LAFC has been in talks with the owner of a stadium that is still being built. They didn’t want to just have the woman share with the men. So, they decided to find one that the woman could use to show that they care about growing the game.” She took a breath as I continued looking down.

“The stadium isn’t set to finish construction for another three months. It’s been a huge secret because they don’t have the money yet to buy the stadium which is why they agreed to finalize the deal after the construction is done. Only a few people really knew about the deal because they didn’t want to risk another team stealing the contract from them…I was one of them. I told (Y/N) about the deal months ago. Next thing I know, I am getting a call today from one of the LAFC reps freaking out because the rights to the stadium has just been purchased by FC Barcelona. Upon finding out that Barcelona has purchased the stadium, The NWSL selection counsel has greenlit them becoming an official team for next season. They are set to announce their first signing after the World Cup which will be…big surprise (Y/N) (Y/LN).”  

I closed my eyes as soon as she was done. There were a few gasps around the room as I lifted my head to look at Christen. There was so much emotion on her face. Anger and Betrayal. It hurt to know I was the cause of it.

“You’re leaving Utah?” Kelley asked looking at me. I nodded my head not breaking eye contact from Christen.

“Why would you do this?” she asked me again. “You knew how important it was for me to get to go home to LA.”

“I know that!” I said with an exasperated look on my face. “I know how important it is for you, but it’s important for me too. I saw the opportunity and I took it. You would have done the same.”

“You knew how important it was for me to be with my family!” she yelled at me causing some of the people in the room to flinch.

“It’s important for me too! I’d like to go home too! You don’t think it’s important for me to be with my family too?”

“What family do you have?” she yelled. “The one that kicked you out and doesn’t speak to you anymore?”

“Christen!” I heard Kelley hiss out.

I froze and it truly felt like everyone and everything stopped. I was paralyzed as I stared at her. It seemed to be the thing that snapped her out of her anger as she immediately had guilt on her face. I felt my throat tighten and my eyes start to water.

“How do you…” I turned my head slightly to look at Kelley who had a guilty expression as she closed her eyes upon seeing me look at her.

My thoughts were going in overdrive as my mind worked to connect all the dots. Christen knew. Judging by the look on her face, Kelley was the one who told her. So, who told Kelley? I knew this answer but for a split second I didn’t want to believe it.

I took a breath and then stepped to turn my body towards her. I lifted my eyes to Alex who had a pained expression to match my own.

“Wait…” she said attempting to come closer to me. I held up my hand stopping her in her tracks.

“You told Kelley…” I whispered as the tears started to flow from my eyes. She tried to come closer again as I took a step back.

“It was an accident, I-”

“An accident?” I asked with a look of disbelief. “How do you accidentally reveal my biggest secret to someone?”

“(Y/N)…please…”

“No!” I said as I frustratingly wiped my tears. “This isn’t a joke. It’s my life. I was fine with no one knowing. I was fine not being open. I was fine with all of you thinking I’m an emotionally challenged dick.” No one spoke for a moment as everyone was processing the information they had just heard.

“You know what…Fuck this.” I turned towards Christen who looked like she wanted to say something but remained quiet. “Fuck you.” I said pointing to her as I turned towards Kelley already making my way towards the door. “Fuck you.” I turned to Alex who look like she desperately wanted to follow me…I hesitated for a moment. “Fuck you most of all…” With that, I stormed out of the room.

To Be Continued…

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