#HE GOT THE FUCKING HATTRICK

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THIS ONE’S FOR YOU — JAMIE TARTT

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request: Hello! Can I request a Jamie Tartt imagine where the reader is also a footballer (maybe she plays for Chelsea?) and Jamie comes to see the match. After she wins, they reveal their relationship and everyone is SHOCKED. Thanks a lot!! xx

warnings: bit of swearing, otherwise none just a bit of fluffiness. you’re a chelsea player !

“I’ll see you later baby,” you sing-songed, putting on your best brave face to pretend you weren’t stressed to the core about the game ahead of you, “I’ll look for you, yeah?”

Jamie curled his hands around your waist, pulling you close to him and pressing a kiss to your lips, “You’re gonna smash ‘em, babe.”

You pulled away a little to look at the confident grin on his face, biting your lip as he dipped his head to kiss your cheek, “You’re literally their Jamie Tartt, love. How could you not win?”

You scoffed, pressing your palm to his chest at his usual cocky remark about himself.

“Thank you, superstar,” you teased, stepping back to adjust your kit as his eyes scanned your body, “Nobody else is even in here yet, we’ve got time…”

He licked his lips, once again pulling you flush to his chest — but much to his dismay you pushed him away, “Later, J, later. I’ll meet you out back so we can sneak out? Then you’ve got me all to yourself.”

Jamie didn’t say anything for a moment, glancing around the room for a split second before looking back at you with a sigh.

“I don’t think we need to be so, like, secretive anymore Y/N,” he shrugged, “I mean, two of the best footballers in England are dating… It just makes sense, if you’re asking me.”

Now it was your turn to ponder that thought.

It wasn’t that you were ashamed, or embarrassed, but you were only just getting used to the attention that came with being Chelsea women’s star striker.

It was overwhelming, and with that pressure already on your shoulders, you weren’t sure how ready you were for the paparazzi storm to swirl around your relationship.

You’d been together for months now, somehow managing to do so in secret — mostly behind Jamie’s effortless pretence that he was still fucking around — and so maybe he was right, and sharing your relationship with your friends at least seemed less crazy now.

“OK. Yeah — maybe you’re right,” you nodded, hearing noise coming down the hallway, “We’ll talk about it after, alright? ‘Might explode from the stress right now, and them lot freaking out over us won’t help. I’ll see you later, babe. Love you.”

“Like I said, you’re gonna smash ‘em. Good luck babe,” he grinned, sincerity in his features as he admired you turning to open the door for him, “Love ya too.”

—

And yes, just like he said, you did smash them.

Not only that — but you scored your first hattrick of your professional career so far, in a fucking cup semi-final against Liverpool!

As you scored your third goal and your teammates swarmed around you to celebrate the 3-0 score, your eyes flickered through the crowd to find your boyfriend again.

As your eyes met his, you broke free from your teammates and mimicked his usual goal celebration, watching the crowd go wild and your whole squad too as they saw just who you were looking at.

The adrenaline coursing through you was giving you unmatched levels of confidence, and suddenly your worries about the reaction to your relationship dissipated entirely.

“Do my eyes deceive me or did Y/L/N just do Jamie Tartt’s classic celebration, whilst looking at the one and only Jamie Tartt himself in the crowd?”

So everyone noticed, commentators included.

Your best friend on the team returned to your side, then. She gripped your shoulder, pulling you close and leaning into your ear, “You’re so in trouble for leaving me to find out you’re fucking Jamie Tartt like this. You have so much to tell me.”

You rolled your eyes, “Yeah, yeah, later!”

The game finished 3-0, Liverpool’s defence proving stronger in the final 20 minutes of the match despite the fact that you’d dominated for the majority of the game.

As the final whistle was blown, you looked over at Jamie again, who was sat between Ted and Sam who’d accompanied him to the game.

He’d asked them to join him because he knew they’d say yes, and he made the excuse that he knew someone who scored him free tickets — which wasn’t actually a lie, obviously.

Despite the conversation going on, Jamie was zoned out just watching you.

It was crazy how much Jamie had mellowed since meeting you.

Of course, to some degree he was still the cocky fucker you’d fallen for when you met at a mutual friend’s party all those months ago. But since meeting you, he seemed to finally grasp that not everything revolved around him.

In fact, if anything, these days he seemed to find everything in his life revolved around you.

You drew in a sharp breath — everyone had seen your celebration, seen you fluttering your lashes at your boyfriend every time you looked into the crowd, seen the proud smile adorning his face as he watched you.

And so once you made your rounds with some of your squad to say hi to some fans, you clambered up the steps to where they were sat.

“Hi, Ted and Sam, right?” you grinned at them both as they nodded eagerly.

“‘S a pleasure to meet ya,” Ted nodded as he stood to shake your hand, “You were absolutely fantastic out there, Y/N. Better than our Jamie over here, maybe,” he saw Jamie’s glare and laughed, “I kid, I kid! You’re both stars, hey!”

Oh, you were so gonna rub that in Jamie’s face later.

“You really were great,” Sam chuckled, “It’s great to meet you, Y/N. Big fan.”

You were flattered, blushing at the compliments coming your way, and Jamie took this opportunity to interject. He stepped in front of Ted, leaning forward.

“Told ya you’d smash it. Good celebration eh,” he smirked, and as you felt your skin prickle with goosebumps at his intense gaze, he gritted his teeth and leaned in to your ear, “Can I kiss you?”

You felt your body shiver under his touch and at his breath fanning in your ear as you thought about his request.

His words were so gentle, but you could hear how desperate he was for you to say yes and it made your heart flutter.

With adrenaline from the win coursing through your veins, accompanied by the fact that you could hardly say you wanted to hide things after your big display on the pitch, you uttered a breathless, “Please.”

He didn’t waste any time, scooping you close to him and capturing your lips with his victoriously.

When you pulled away from the kiss, you were acutely aware of the fact that all eyes in the stadium were still fixated on you.

“Well I’ll be damned!” Ted grinned, hands leaving his pockets to rest on his own cheeks, “Talk about a power couple! How long have y’all been keeping this from us?”

A few of your teammates swarmed behind you too, all hooting and hollering at what they’d just witnessed.

You glanced across at Sam and noticed he was seemingly on a group FaceTime call with a load of the other Richmond players — all of whom were equally as shocked.

“We’ve been together about seven months?” you looked across at your boyfriend, whose arm was rested around the base of your back protectively, “I was funny about us telling people but then… I got so excited seeing you in the crowd and couldn’t help myself.”

“You were fuckin’ amazing, babe,” Jamie grinned as you all began to leave the seats and they followed you into the tunnel, “Looked fuckin’ hot out there too. As always.”

You blushed again, rolling your eyes, never having gotten used to his compliments.

“Thank you babe. We’re gonna have a looot to deal with when I get out of here, aren’t we?” you sighed, glancing around at the stares and whispers surrounding you.

“Definitely,” Sam interrupted your moment, turning his phone in your direction, “You and the rest of your team are welcome to come to Ola’s tonight,” he offered, “The boys are all desperate to meet you, and you can celebrate there if you’re free.”

“How the fuck did he pull Y/N Y/L/N?”

“Seven months and you never told us?”

“Hey! You knew how much I fancied her!”

The shouts from down the phone all made you giggle, but you suddenly felt shy at the attention.

Jamie had told you about Ola’s before, and you were delighted to finally be able to visit now without the secretive circumstances causing any problems.

“It’s well worth it, now I get to make everyone aware you’re me girl,” he smirked smugly, throwing an arm over your shoulder and kissing your forehead, “They all fancy the fuck outta you. But you’re all mine.”

“Down boy,” you laughed, nudging his side and leaning up to kiss him, “I’ll see you in a bit, yeah? I’ll ask the girls about tonight. I’d love to finally come to Ola’s,” you added, smiling over at Sam and Ted too in appreciation for the invitation.

“See you in a bit gorgeous.”

As he turned to walk away to wait for you, you heard him grumble, “I know she’s like, the hottest woman alive and a bit out of my league. But is it that hard to believe she’s me girlfriend? I’m Jamie fuckin’ Tartt!”

You stifled a laugh at his comment, before swallowing thickly as you approached the changing room doors.

Time for an onslaught of questions from your teammates — all thoughts of your victory somehow gone as the news of your secret relationship overtook all conversation.

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i hope this was okay !!! sorry i feel like it’s a bit messy but i hope you liked it. would anyone want a part two of you acc meeting the richmond squad?

feel free to keep requesting as requests are open and i’m still v excited to write haha!

in the meantime, here’s my masterlist!

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Steddie except both boys play for the football team and there’s a new cute slightly chubby new cheerleader and during the years of school you get a crush on them and the boy have their fun with you

Love the specificity of this! 

Sweets

Steve Harrington x chubby!fem!reader x Eddie Munson

Warnings: Semi NSFW, Steddie x reader, the beginnings of smut, mmf, making out, drug use (pot), all characters are over the age of 18 though still in high school, few explicit description of body size, but Eddie and Steve are reeeeally fucking into your body

You’re sure the rest of the squad is going to come looking for you soon. You’d disappeared during cheer practice, promising to be right back. But you never returned. Instead you’re sitting on the picnic table outside behind the gym, with the two hottest football players at Hawkins High.

Eddie Munson always seemed too rock and roll to be an All American sports star, with his wild curly hair often pulled into a low bun under his helmet, a mischievous smile on his lips. Steve Harrington, however, had the golden boy look down to a t, but you knew for a fact he was just as much trouble as Eddie. They stand before you in their letterman jackets, matching in clothing but completely unique and different from one another in style. 

Steve was the one who’d slipped the note to you during English class. The note that said to meet him and Eddie out here at 4pm. They both knew you had cheer practice then - all the football players knew when the cheerleaders had practice - but the wink he’d give you, along with the wink Eddie gave you over Steve’s shoulder, silenced any protests you may have wanted to make.

And that’s how you find yourself here, smoothing your short skirt down over your thighs as Eddie lights a joint and Steve surveys you with a grin, arms folded over his chest.

“Didn’t think you’d actually show, sweets. Didn’t know you had it in you to be bad and skip practice like this.” You swallow at the nickname, one he’d given you on your first day as a new kid earlier in the year. You’d been assigned to sit between him and Eddie in biology - the teacher had made some comment about needing to split them up anyway - and when you’d taken out a lollipop Steve had laughed and called you “sweets” for the first time.

Meanwhile, Eddie is blowing out a cloud of smoke and shaking his head. 

“Nah, I always knew she had it in her. You like staring at us when you don’t think anyone’s looking. That’s not what good girls do, is it?” 

You feel warmth heating up in your belly but you lift your head as confidently as you can and smirk back at him. 

“And what, you like smoking behind the school to feel like a bad boy?”

Steve lets out a hearty chuckle and Eddie grins wickedly. 

“I prefer the word ‘man,’ but whatever floats your boat, sweetheart,” he says with a wink. Steve grabs the joint Eddie offers and inhales deeply, looking at you over the burning tip. 

“Skipping practice, hanging out with two football players alone...wanna make it a hattrick?” 

“If that’s a sports reference you’re going to have to translate. I don’t speak jock,” you say, a smile teasing at your lips that makes Eddie bark out a laugh. 

Eddie sits beside you on the table and throws a casual arm around your shoulders. 

“He’s asking if you want to get high with us,” he clarifies. A thrill runs up your spine. 

“Sure, why not?” you ask, reaching out your hand towards Steve. His eyebrows shoot up in amusement and he hands you the joint. 

It takes a few moments to get used to the burning sensation and the strain on your lungs, but you’re proud of yourself for not coughing too much and it seems like the boys are, too.

“What d’you think, Harrington? She’s a natural.” Eddie’s still got his arm around your shoulder but now you’re leaning against him, feeling your head start to get light and airy. 

“Sure you haven’t done this before, sweets?” Steve teases. He sits on the bench on your other side, at a lower level than you and Eddie who sit atop the table. His hand slides over your calf and up under your bent knee. You do your best not to shiver. 

“Never smoked. Some of the cheer girls and I broke into my dad’s liquor cabinet once though,” you admit, hoping it’ll impress them. Eddie cocks an eyebrow. 

“See I knew it! Sweets has a naughty streak in her!” You can’t tell if it’s his words or the fact that Steve’s hand has migrated to your thigh which has goosebumps erupting all over your skin. Eddie continues. “So what did you girls get up to? Topless pillow fights?” He waggles his brow at you before passing the joint to you again. 

“That’s something straight out of a teenage boy’s fantasy,” you scoff, trying to will your heartbeat into check. 

“Who do you think you’re talking to, baby?” Steve says with a grin. 

“So that’s what you fantasize about? A bunch of girls having topless pillow fights?” 

“Nahhh,” Eddie says, feigning bashfulness and swiping at the air. Then he looks you dead in the eye. “Not a bunch of girls, just you.”

Your stomach flips. But you don’t miss a beat. 

“Just me isn’t much of a pillow fight.”

“Ooo she’s sharp, Munson,” Steve cries out. “Not sure how you manage it with all these curves.” His grip tightens on your fleshy thigh and you intake breath sharply. 

The heat in your stomach drops to your core. You never got a lot of male attention in your old school, so when you’d first met Steve and Eddie, their flirtatious ways had alarmed you. Your instinct was to believe they were fucking with you, but as time went on they wore you down. They were such an outrageous pair, tag teaming you with teasing compliments and questions and attention. 

When Eddie ran into you in the halls he’d always stop what he was doing, even mid conversation with other jocks, and ask how your day was while cheekily batting at the hem of your skirt. 

Steve always demanded to be partners with you in English when the teacher divided people into pairs, giving you a roguish smile and exclaiming things like “I’d say you’re the brains and I’m the beauty, but you’re hot enough to be both, so where does that leave me, sweets?” 

Together they kept your mind spinning every day. You weren’t exactly friends with the two of them, but they ate up a lot of your time and energy and you’d begun to feel so wound up that you felt like you’d soon burst if the tension didn’t lessen somehow. 

“You say that to all the girls, Steve?” you ask quietly in response to his comment about your curves. Eddie’s hand joins Steve, curling around the roundness of your other thigh. Steve grins. 

“Of course not. No girl’s got curves like you.” He says it simply, with a shrug. Like he’s not causing your heart to palpitate in your chest. Eddie’s hand slides up and down the length of your thigh, getting closer to the hem of your skirt on each upward movement. 

“Don’t pretend like you don’t know the effect you have on us.” Steve says. You’re looking down to the right to watch him as he speaks, but Eddie grabs your chin and turns you to look at him just as Steve moves up to sit on your other side on the table. 

“Running up on that field with this body.” Eddie says the word ‘body’ like it’s obscene. 

Steve’s hand is the one to grab your chin now, bringing you back to look at him.

“Jumping and bouncing and...” Steve trails off shaking his head with a fond chuckle. “Fuck. We see you scanning the sidelines during your little routine.” 

Eddie’s chin rests on your shoulder, his face nuzzling against your neck making you gasp. 

“We see how your face lights up when you see us there. Watching you, sweets.” 

Your jaw works but nothing comes out. You’re way too overstimulated. Fighting through the haze of your high and all of the ways that they are pressing in and touching you and speaking and filling your senses. 

“You gonna deny it, sweetheart?” Eddie practically purrs. You hold your breath for a second and then shake your head slowly. You’re staring straight ahead at this point but you feel both boys fidget in their seats at your response. Steve hums in approval. 

“The only question left is...which one of us are you really looking at?” You can hear the smile in Steve’s voice even though you can’t see it. Eddie is still draped over you, one hand squeezing your thigh, the other arm around your shoulders while his chin rests on your shoulder. 

“Which one of us do you want?” Eddie asks, his voice low and vibrating into your bones. 

You don’t think. You don’t stop to consider for even a second. Your voice is breathy but the word is sure. 

“Both.” 

What happens next happens in a flash. 

Suddenly you’re yanked up and onto Eddie’s lap, straddling him. His mouth attaches to your neck and that would be enough to send you to the fucking moon but then Steve Harrington’s hand is on your opposite jaw, holding you still as he moves in and arrests your mouth in a searing kiss. 

The sensations are overwhelming. You can’t even begin to process what is happening, but your body responds naturally to the stimulation, giving into the pleasure of receiving everything it had barely even dared to desire. 

“Harrington, let her breathe, fuck!” Eddie grumbles, pulling away from where he’d been sucking on your neck. Steve obliges and you gasp, only then realizing how lightheaded you’d become from lack of oxygen. You only get a second’s reprieve before Eddie is yanking you by the back of the head towards him and sealing his mouth to yours. 

“Oh real nice, Munson. That’s letting her breathe,” Steve says sarcastically. He does, however, shift his focus to go to town on the side of your neck closest to him, no doubt blooming twin hickeys that would match the ones Eddie had sucked on the other side. 

At first your hands don’t know what to do, but then they take on a life of their own. Winding up so that your hands can did into the hair at the napes of both boys’ necks. Pulling them in and keeping them against you, willing their mouths to continue devastating you in this way. 

It’s Eddie who finally puts a stop to everything, pulling away from your mouth - though you lean forward to chase his lips with a whine - and yanking Steve back from your neck as well. 

“Having a good time?” Eddie asks with a smirk. Your eyes, which have been squeezed shut until he speaks, crack open and you blink at him, turning to blink at Steve as well. 

They both look so fucking good. Their lips kiss-bruised and wet, their hair a little mussed, but otherwise both still handsome as ever. Meanwhile you probably look disheveled as fuck. It’s unfair and you pout about but Steve laughs. 

“I think she’s upset that we stopped. Aren’t you, sweets?”

You lean forward to try and kiss Steve, practically crazed at this point and needing to go back to drowning in their attention. He holds you back a bit with a grin and Eddie places a hand on your cheek, dragging your attention back to him. 

“Want to take this party on the road, sweetheart?” 

~*~

Tiny taglist (not sure who here is into Steddie x reader so I am sorry in advance if this is not your jam!!!): @millenialcatlady @theoncrayjoy @sacklerscumrag @cowboy-kylo  @boomhauer @copycatkillerfics 

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;; The Bet Dedicated to @puckmaidens for her birthday bingo

Summary: You've never been one to shy away from friendly competition or a little risk - so you bet Nico that he won't score a hat trick in his game. Little did you know that the prize you offered was the only motivation he needed. Lydia's Bingo Card Tropes: Stary Night, Hattrick, New Jersey Devils, First Kiss Other Tropes: Friends to Lovers Word Count: 1.6k+ A/N: Happy Birthday Lydia! I know you weren't expecting anything until probably a bit later since you posted your bingo a little late, and have your "deadline" set for September, but I wanted to make sure you had something to read for your special day! I hope you enjoy! 🎉

The conversation hung in the air for a moment as your fingers hesitated over the keyboard. You knew his stats better than you would ever admit to anyone. Nico Hischier had only scored 2 goals in a game twice so far that season - and only 9 total times in his career so far. Statistically, it wasn’t going to hang in his favour, but you would humour him.

You smiled to yourself. You had been friends with Nico for some time now, hell maybe even best friends would be the right word for it. The only time you weren’t talking was during a game, or while you both slept it seemed. You hung out at least once a week if his schedule allowed it, and in the off-season, the two of you got into nothing but trouble.

There was a long pause. The … on your screen indicating his typing left your heart racing. You knew he wouldn’t do it, so wagering something like that was more of a joke than anything. Hell, you didn’t expect him to agree with it at all. But then his text finally came through. Just one single word:

Your phone was silent the rest of the evening as it always was before game time. Nico had his pre-game rituals to go through and you never tried to interfere. Not even on a day when there was a little more on the line. Instead, you put your phone aside and went about your own pregame ritual. You finished up with your work and took the leisurely walk home during the peak hours of hustle and bustle in the Newerk streets. Then, when you got home you went straight into the kitchen and cooked up one of your favourite meals.

It was enough to keep you satisfied until game time when you settled into your place on the sofa with a bowl of ice cream for dessert. You drew your blanket in close, pulling it close to your body as the anthems were sung and then the game began. With mere games going into the playoff season - and the Devils expected to make their first playoff appearance in years - you had expected it to be a relaxed game. Competitive yes, but with the intention of resting certain players before what you hoped would be a long playoff run. And for the most part, you were right. The boys were looking a little more sluggish than you were used to seeing - a little more careless as they were biding time until game one of round one. But there was one player who stuck out from all the rest. 

Nico, fucking Nico, was playing as if it were game seven of the Stanley Cup Final and the trophy was about to be put into his hands. He was skating fast than you had ever seen him go, and dancing around players like he was Connor McDavid - so it didn’t surprise you when he had been the one to get the first goal on the board for Jersey. But you weren’t nervous. That was until he scored his second goal of the game before the first period could even end. He would have 40 minutes of play - 45 minutes if the game went to overtime - to score one final goal and it left your nerves so raw you didn’t even send him the menu of the restaurant you had picked out. Instead, you sent him one text you knew you wouldn’t get a reply to until well after the game was over:

You were wearing a small smile as you clicked send, placing your phone and your now empty bowl aside before you got comfortable under one of the throw blankets you kept on the couch. It was a dangerous thing, to get snuggled up beneath the blankets - and tonight was proven proof of that because you were asleep before the end of the second period. You slept through every penalty and every goal against and didn’t wake up until the game was long over and you heard a series of hollow taps against the glass of your kitchen window. 

It was a sound that left you lurching, your body in a panic as you realized the television had defaulted to the post-game screen reading; this program has ended. You cursed yourself as you pushed off the blanket, lurching for your phone to check the time. It was nearing midnight, and the NHL app had been sure to notify you that the Devils had won 5-4 in overtime, but you didn’t get the chance to check who the goal scorers were - not when the tapping on the window persisted. 

“I’m coming!” You shouted from the couch and grabbed the blanket before you scurried through to the kitchen. The kitchen window was large and opened up to the fire escape that you abused as more of a patio when the weather was nice enough. You liked to keep it decorated with plants, and quirky trinkets you would find during your time out at the shops, but in the chill of the April night there was only one thing left out on the escape, and you hadn’t left it there: Nico.

He hadn’t gone home after the game, his game-day suit still dawned on his frame jut a little less polished now as his collar was left loose and his tie had been lost in one of his pockets. 

“You could have buzzed the door Neeks!” You exclaimed as you passed the window open and took a step back to let him climb in but he didn’t do more than peak his head inside. 

“You going to come out here, or what?”

“It’s the middle of the night!” “Com’on, it’s beautiful out here,” he pulled back and offered you his hand. You used it to guide you out the window, your blanket wrapped around your shoulders like a cape to keep you from the night’s chill. It left you shivering as you looked out at the apartments across the street and up into the sky where the stars shone bright. He wasn’t wrong, it was a beautiful night. 

“You come all the way here just to star gaze, Neeks?” you spoke slowly, your eyes still trained up at the sky and how the stars glistened like glitter. 

“No, no,” Nico hummed, his hand still holding onto yours, “did you not watch the game?”

“I watched…” you started slowly, bright eyes glancing over at him as you held back a smile, “The first half. I fell asleep…”

“You missed a good game,” Nico’s smile grew as he reached into his pocket and drew out his phone, “you want to take a look at the score sheet?”

His grin was unlike one that you had ever seen. One that oozed confidence and - you squinted at him a bit - trouble it oozed trouble. “You didn’t-” Your words were broken as it hit you. He scored three!

You grabbed his phone quickly, the light illuminating your face as your scroll through the scoresheet. Hischier Hischier Thompson Tuch Jost J. Hughes Skinner Palat Hischier

“Oh my god!” You were sure you were loud enough to wake up the entire apartment block as you jumped up, your arms reaching out from beneath your blanket to wrap around the strength of his form. You not once thought what this meant for you in that moment, you were just too damn happy for him. It was the first of his career! Something worth celebrating even if it was just out on the fire escape in the middle of the night. “I’m so sorry I missed it I-”

“You doubted me?” he cocked his head at you, but he wasn’t mad. 

“Maybe a little,” you added, matching the smile that grew on his lips with your own. 

“You really underestimated how badly I’ve been wanting to do this…”

Drawing back just enough, Nico reached up with both hands. He cradled your cheeks in them, the warmth of his touch flooding over your skin. It rendered you still, your body not doing so much as breathing as he arched over and drew you into him. His lips were soft, and smooth as he eased into the kiss. The heat of his breath against your face as he kissed you slowly, gently, just enough to lull you into the idea that kissing him was something you liked a lot more than you could have anticipated. And not only did you let him kiss you, but you were also kissing him in return, your hands coming up to clutch the stretched fabric of his button-down as your lips parted just to get a taste of him. 

When he pulled back, your cheeks were red hot with blush and your gaze cast up at the sky in an attempt to hide just how much you had enjoyed it - but her must have liked it too because he was still willing to hold up his end of the bet even if you had lost, “I’m still going to take you out to dinner, but not as some sort of consolation prize-”

And you just smiled up at him, your body leaning into his as you both admired the night, “it’s a date.”

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Only Friends Character Rankings Episode 5

It's The Date Episode! And honestly, fucking outstanding. The core six pair off and spend the day lying to themselves and each other. It's mostly cute and sweet but the undercurrent of shit about to hit the fan hangs over the entire episode. It's sort of the calm before the storm. Last week, Boston held onto his top spot in the viewer rankings for the second week in a row, with Ray and Nick rounding out the leaderboard. Can the most miserable bastard in the world do the hattrick? Here's this week's winners and losers.

🔺1. Top (2)

Why don’t you try Lasik? A friend of mine had it, and they said their eyesight is so much better. But now that I think about it…I don’t want you to get it now. I like you better looking like a nerd.

Look, ain't nobody more surprised than me, but this man legit got every goddamn thing he wanted this ep. Top putting on the perfect man act (and I am more convinced than EVER that it's an act) was fascinating to watch. Studiously ignoring all the various signals put out by various other men all day, knowing Mew's eyes are on him. The fucking INSTAGRAM COUPLE PHOTO. And then the knockout blow: when he looked Mew dead in the eye and said 'I love you' I said out loud OH YOU MANIPULATIVE MOTHERFUCKER WELL PLAYED. Do I think Top has bad motives towards Mew, no. I just think he likes the idea of Mew a lot more than he actually likes Mew. And now that Mew's given up that bussy, I'm counting down to Top finding a mistress to give him some variety.

🔺2. Nick (3)

-You’re acting weird. -Weird how? I’m just… I’m just shuffling up my style.

Speaking of getting everything you want, Nick looked like he won the lotto when Boston started talking about settling down. Never mind that Nick is doing ALL of Boston's work for him. Never mind that 3 separate people have now told Nick that Boston ain't shit. Nick is euphoric. Nick has ascended. Nick is doodling 'Mr. Nick Boston's-last-name' in his Trapper Keeper. Nick is going to the gym and dressing more upscale. Nick is giggling when Boston asks to spend the night instead of fucking off as soon as they finish fucking. Nick is headed for a crash so great I'm SALIVATING.

🔺3. Boston (6)

I feel like I should stop sleeping around for a bit. It’s been feeling so empty lately. In the end, I want to have sex with someone I can… talk to for a little, you know? Like, have great sex, have good chats, and…someone I can get affectionate with. Right now…there’s only you.

Told y'all you can't keep a bad bitch down for long and Boston's already bouncing back. He might have had a moment of weakness and tried to be nice for exactly one day, but Nick getting drunk and stoned and running his mouth about how cute Sand and Ray were activated his asshole glands. He smelled happiness and said NOT ONE FUCK OF THAT ON MY WATCH. Boston is that Marie Kondo gif, he fucking LOVES mess no matter how much he goes on about hating drama. He will always poke the hornet's nest. Shutting the fuck up was free, but he just COULDN'T. And thank god, because Ray punching him in the mouth was like 3 of the 5 top things that happened this ep.

🔻4. Ray (1)

-That’s a nice top. Where did you get it? -This thing? It’s secondhand.

Whew Ray's day slummin' it was so classic I shed a tear. I can't really adequately describe his facial expression through the whole day, but 'condescending amusement' is closest. His enjoyment of Sand's company is very real, as are his attraction and hints of affection, but he absolutely does not consider that man his equal, and that's why he doesn't even consider the 'boyfriend' label. No matter what Ray's feeling, Sand's demi-monde, not part of his world. He likes that Sand treats him like he's special, he likes that Sand seems to always want him around, he likes that Sand will take care of him, but he'll never take Sand seriously. This would be true even if he wasn't in love with Mew, but being in love with Mew makes it all worse. Pathetic, I love it.

🔹5. Sand (5)

I work. I save up money. I sleep. I dream. I go to bed alone, wake up, and go to work. Until…he came along. It’s like somebody presses pause on all my 24 hours. Next thing I know…I’m living my 25th hour. Ray’s extra hour.

Oh SAND. I've been saying from jump this is hurting most because SAND KNOWS BETTER. When Sand called Ray his 25th hour I wanted to SCREAM because BABY BOY YOU KNOW BETTER. This dude is either drunk or hungover all of those same 24 hours you are grinding out a living, but you wanna spend your birthday with him because he makes you feel sparkly. He stays sneering at how you ain't got no money and work 17 jobs, but because he does it with a twinkle in his eyes you're blind and deaf all of a sudden. He told you HIS MOTHER DRANK HERSELF TO DEATH and you pour him another drink. I ain't feeling sorry for Sand anymore, he did this to himself.

🔻6. Mew (4)

-Does this mean I passed your test? -Yeah. You’ve convinced me that you really only have eyes for me.

Mew really tried to play a player and ended up playing himself instead. Like, in one way he's won: Top's his boyfriend, and honestly very likely to stay that way. But Mew should have been careful what he wished for because 'boyfriend' and 'faithful lover' are two very different things.

⭐7. Sand's mom

You keep nagging at me, you know that? Who between us is the mother, exactly?

WE AIN'T MET THIS LADY FOR NOTHING! My Sand/Top half brothers theory LIVES!

⭐8. Summer

Sorry to chat you up, but I’m alone, after all.

Poor girl's a hottie but didn't stand a chance.

[thatbrightblueshine]

fucking hell what else other than playing a fucking hattrick does that kid have to do to be rewarded a 10 rating lmfaooo

so this got me thinking ..

... if you guys know me you know where my mind goes every time a keeper has an extraordinarily good game. and when they're good looking especially. hm. and a player from the opposition team playing a hattrick against him ? but he's still done insanely well? hm.

[balderdasch]

WHAT THE FUCK

I WAS JOKING I WAS JOKING

theres no way that hey shitass wanna see me speedbridge was actually inspired by James Joyce's Ulysses chapter 15 Circe when the Motorman tells him to flip then when he does hes like "ur bad u suck close shave no thoroughfare must take up Sandow's exerciser again bitchass hattrick more like shoetrick"

this is fucking silly im in shock

@blossoms-and-petrichor ik ur like a person i dont know but u seem to have cool literature opinions

also the usuals @totally-not-allie @rat-daemon @parsleywrites @andi-o-geyser @jamifed ulysses just got like 10x better

im reeling

[holdmyhopeinyourhands]

Makhy! I had brain surgery on December 1 2022 and my surgeon kind of flopped (bless him, he’s a good guy) so I was in a medically induced coma for like a 3 weeks and then in icu for another two weeks. I’m only starting to recover fully. I can type now so that’s good.

Listen I dont know how to start but what the fuck you mean to say Argentina won the fucking world cup? Like that really happened???? Holy shet? I was confined in the hospital since November and just waiting for surgery. I watched these bitches lose to saudi arabia. I really thought they were fucking done! I also watched the mexico match and they were dogshit. That was the last match I watched. I missed the poland match because my doctors wanted me to rest and be calm/positive before opening my skull. Based on those two matches, I really never thought Argentina would go beyond r16. I promise I let jesus take the wheel. I gave up and has already accepted defeat. I so accepted defeat that when I woke up from coma, the results of the world cup was not even on my mind. It’s like Messi’s first season in PSG, I conditioned my brain to pretend it did not happen. So I was not thinking of it at all. Like I forgot about it. Totally. I also decided to stay away from social media and just focus on my recovery and therapy. Until this fucking morning when I thought “let me scroll through tumblr” to practice my thumb dexterity/motion and I saw fcking photos of Messi kissing the fucking world cup??? When I tell you I froze and screamed like I was hit by a lightning! I literally screamed like what the fuck? The nurses had to run sprinting to my room because the machine attached to my chest started going crazy. Like my blood pressure was through the roof because I could not cope! Messi was wearing a see-through robe???? It was fucking 3-3???? Mbappe scored a hattrick???? Messi scored a fucking brace??? Argentina almost choked??? It went to penalties???? The keeper saved 2 pens??? Lloris the spurs man saved nothing??? Messi was carried around???? Holy shettt mahky!

Messi won the golden ball??? Mbappe won golden boot with Messi in 2nd place??? Messi played like he was not an aging father of 3???? Lautaro Martinez was Higuain??? Kun celebrated like he was still an active player??? The muchachos song??? The whole of Argentina gathered in Buenos Aires??? There was a parade with 5 million people??? Messi almost got taken out by a street wire while on the bus???? What the fuck Makhy!?!!!! I dont know where to fucking start!!!!????! There’s so many information and videos and tweets. I dont fucking know what to do.

Ronaldo fucking lost lmao! We fucking won lmao! I want to see and read ronaldo fans crying! I want it all! Ronaldo is now playing in saudi????? It’s like I missed a whole life!!!! I am so happy but also so stunned to fully comprehend this happiness like I dont know how to express it I feel like I need to scream! Messi won the fucking world cup the fucking 5 foot something goofy man!

I am so glad you woke up fron your coma and are recovering well darling. That's such a relief to hear and.... yeah, your boys really went and done that. Can't believe you woke to the craziest time line bestie like wow.

Couldn't help but grin from ear to ear reading this. Felt like I was experiencing joy by proxy😭.

Welcome back babe and congrats to your boys and especially messi❤❤❤

[kylewalker-peters]

I gotta be honest the folks saying son needs to be sold may be right because we can't keep having a player with so much inconsistency that's still on the pitch and even when he is in form he can't operate by himself and needs to have Harry's assistance at all times or else he won't score

i don't think that's entirely fair tbh. i won't pretend I'm smart enough to know what the actual problem is (ie tactics/formation (though i doubt because it all seems the exact same as the second half of the last season), the introduction of perisic (though that holds less weight when he also isn't scoring when ryan is playing), or if it's just a genuine lack of confidence and drop of form - which i think is more the case because just nothing is coming off. even the most simple things aren't working out for him.

i think dropping him like what happened for Leicester is fair and absolutely should happen. arguably it's been harder to do with all our attacking injuries but every time we say "this will be the goal or moment sonny needs to start his season properly" it isn't and we're back to the same performance in the next game. taking him out of the line up should hopefully take some pressure off him and more importantly like with hugo it would take him out of the firing line of fans who are so pissed about everything at the moment they will start going off at just about anyone that breathes wrong.

what i absolutely don't agree with is that "he can't operate by himself" when he's in form. i think that's genuinely a really unfair assessment of son's career and idk if you're only talking about this season or his career as a whole but i don't think him relying on harry is ever completely true. harry's our best creative player it makes sense he assists son but he also assists kulu and 99% of the team whenever there's a goal. but against Leicester harry assisted ONE of son's hattrick goals. also looking before this season we would genuinely have been so beyond fucked without son and the goals he scored whenever harry got his annual ankle injuries. and the kaneson partnership isn't just all harry assists and son goals

i understand that as fans we also want levy to sell players before they're worth 20p and a mars bar but i would rather we tried longer with son in our squad if not the starting 11. he's saved us so many times and this club owes him so much. we sit here and demand loyalty from players and son has shown us that even when he didn't have to and could have left. i think he at least deserves some loyalty from us when everything goes to shit

[stillunusual]

Leeds United: Meslier, Firpo, Roca, Harrison (Sinisterra 79), Adams (Aaronson 45), Llorente, Rodrigo (Bamford 45), Kristensen, Gnonto (Gelhardt 67), Wober (Ayling 57), Greenwood.

Subs not used: Robles, Perkins, Gyabi, Struijk. After scraping a draw at Cardiff a few days ago, the incentive for Leeds to win tonight's FA Cup third round replay was the dubious prospect of playing against Boreham Wood or Accrington Stanley in round four. Jesse Marsch fielded a slightly stronger starting line up and it was great to see Luis Sinisterra on the bench. Amazingly enough, we signed another player since our last game - striker Georginio Rutter, from German Bundesliga side TSG 1899 Hoffenheim - so maybe he'll be a substitute for our Premier League fixture against Brentford this weekend.... It was an entertaining game and we got off to the perfect start - a goal from Willy Gnonto in the first minute. Gnonto was on fire throughout, and Cardiff really struggled to cope with his pace and movement. He could have scored a hattrick in the first 25 minutes but blasted one chance over the bar from close range and also forced the Cardiff keeper to make a great save from the edge of the box. Sam Greenwood had a goalbound effort cleared off the line before Leeds finally scored again when Jack Harrison played a marvellous ball through the middle of the Cardiff defence which found Rodrigo, who shifted the ball onto his favoured left foot, took it around the goalkeeper and then fired it into the unguarded net. Two minutes later we extended our lead with fantastic Bielsa-like goal, breaking forward from a defensive position with speed and purpose. This time Harrison found Gnonto on the edge of the box, who slammed the ball through the legs of a defender and into the bottom corner. We all hate Cardiff so it was great to hear the crowd singing "3-0 in your cup final" as half time approached - when all of a sudden it looked like we'd conceded a sloppy goal from a corner - but VAR disallowed it.... Patrick Bamford and Brenden Aaronson replaced Rodrigo and Tyler Adams after the break. Bamford looked much livelier than he did against Aston Villa and put the game well beyond Cardiff's reach with two excellent second half goals. Max Wober had to limp off the pitch after an hour with what looked like a serious injury and was replaced by Luke Ayling. Gnonto was replaced by Joe Gelhardt a few minutes later. Luis Sinisterra also came on for Jack Harrison towards the end. A final score of 5-0 wouldn't have flattered Leeds at all, but in the last few minutes we demonstrated why we're down at the bottom end of the Premier League by gifting Cardiff two goals out of nothing - the first from a defensive fuck up by Ayling and the second from a penalty after Marc Roca had handled the ball inside our box. That took some of the gloss off what would otherwise have been a nice confidence booster - no wonder Premiership teams score for fun against us....

[mileapokp1677]

Three Steps to Win You (CH 28)

Title: Three Steps to Win You

Rating: M

Pairing: Daddy Chan/Tankhun, Kinn/Porsche, Vegas/Pete

Category: M/M, AU Nerd-Jock

Summary: Accidentally, scientist Tankhun Theerapanyakul embarrassed footballer Captain Chan "Daddy" Knight in front of his coach, teammates and fans. He had to fulfill three tasks from the captain before his apology was accepted.

Chapter 28

(Chan POV)

The Knight Residence 

Chan couldn’t sleep. For the past two hours, he just tossed around in his bed, trying to sleep without success. Training this morning will be hell. 

No matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't stop thinking about Tankhun. About Tankhun’s performance. How sexy and seductive his movements on the stage were he forgot to breathe. About Tankhun’s demeanor. How it sent different kinds of signals to his brain and body, Chan could only hope he didn’t read them wrong. About their slow dance to one of his favorite songs. About their kisses…. Chan replaying them over and over in his mind. 

How smooth Tankhun's skin felt when he dragged his lips from his forehead to both of his cheeks, nose, and lips. How soft those lips were, how good it felt when those lips moved along the movements of his own lips. It was addictive and Chan wanted more. So much more.

Chan unconsciously touched his own lips with his fingers. Tankhun certainly had left his print there, and it was impossible to erase or forget. How Chan wished they were actually involved in a real relationship, not a fake one like now, so he didn't have to use Kinn as an excuse just to kiss Tankhun. It was such a dirty trick. Never knew he could be that cowardly. 

FUCK!!!

The award night was less than two months away, and Chan had yet to make any progress in courting the sassy scientist. He was fully aware that he was always overthinking everything related to Tankhun. One would think he had never had the experience of chasing someone he liked at his age. Admittedly, the bitterness he got from his previous relationships played a big role, also bits of advice that he got from Porsche. But, despite all that, he was still the one who's going through with all of this. He should be more confident in relying on his own mind and instincts.

Because, if he didn't do something, he would truly lose Tankhun. And if, in the end, he still didn’t get to be together with the doctor who has bewitched him, body and soul, at least Chan has tried. Instead of losing Tankhun because he was too scared to take action. After all, acting without taking risks can't be done. It was unthinkable. 

It’s now or never, Chan Knight! 

******

Monday Morning -- the Hattrick

(Tankhun POV)

As usual, Kim dropped Tankhun in front of the Hattrick at exactly 7.30 am for his morning coffee. Before getting out of the car, as his habit (he can't help it, his brother is so damn cute when he's annoyed), Tankhun was trying to ruffle his youngest brother's hair which was left long by the owner -- it was almost touching his shoulders now, when suddenly Kim gave a code to Tankhun to turn his face around to look out the car window.

There were dozens of things Tankhun could think of that caught Kim's attention at the time, but the great Captain of BSFC, who stood in front of Kim’s car window, wearing track pants, a hoodie, and sunglasses while holding two cups of hot coffee, was certainly NOT on the list. 

Chan!? What the fuck is he doing here!? Is he trying to repeat the events of their first meeting!?

Kim had already rolled down the car window before Tankhun could react. 

"Chan! What the fuck?" whispered Tankhun.  

“Good morning, baby. Hot Americano?” offered Chan as he held out his right hand to Tankhun. “Large size, extra strong, just how you like it. I promise I put no caramel in it.” 

This bastard can still make a joke!?

“Kim! Unlock the door, please,” requested Tankhun, who was a bit panicky, he kept looking at their surroundings. “Get in, Chan!” 

“Take your coffee first, Doctor, I need my hand to open the door,” said Chan, his signature amused smile etched perfectly on his face. 

Tankhun took the coffee and gave it a try. 

Ah~ it’s perfect. But first thing first… 

As soon as the car door closed, Tankhun turned his head to face the Captain and yelled, "What the fuck, Chan!? You want what happened before to happen again!?"

"Aw~ I'm so touched you think about my safety, baby."

Tankhun ignored Chan's teasing and just gave him a finger. Chan burst out laughing. 

"How's the coffee? I got it right, right?" Chan asked Tankhun, as he gave him a very soft look. 

"It's perfect."

******

Tuesday Morning -- the Hattrick

(Chan POV)

Ah, right on time. 

Chan smiled broadly as he saw Kim's navy blue Mini approaching and finally stopped in front of him. Seeing Tankhun's worried expression, though not as bad as yesterday's, made Chan's smile get even wider. No matter what scathing things Tankhun had ever said to him, the Doctor clearly cared about Chan and that was an undeniable fact.

Without saying anything, Chan gave Tankhun his first coffee of the day, then opened the car door and sat in the back seat, right behind Tankhun. The doctor waited until the car door was completely closed before he quickly turned his body 180 degrees and hit Chan's shoulder with his fist.

"Ouch!"

"Are you going to do this every day? Are you crazy? You're playing with fire, Chan!" shouted Tankhun. "One of your fans will recognize you, and then what?"

"You and Kim will save me, of course," replied him cheekily. "Right, Kim?"

"One hundred percent, Cap!" answered Kim. "Ouch, P'!

"You! Stay out of this!" yelled Tankhun, this time to Kim, who just snickered as he rubbed his shoulder that got hit by Tankhun. 

“Baby, believe me, I've learned my lesson," explained Chan as he held out his hand to touch Tankhun's hand. "I got Macau's phone number from Vegas. After our coffee are ready, he'll text me and I'll get them. I was in and out of the cafe in less than a minute."

Tankhun was stunned and Chan patted himself on the back. He did well. 

“Drop you at the training ground, Cap?” asked Kim.

“Yes, please, Kim. Thank you.” 

******

Wednesday Morning -- the Hattrick

(Tankhun POV)

[Caramello]

This morning we trained at the BOC Stadium. Your coffee is ready as usual. Enjoy! 

Tankhun had just finished reading Chan's text, when he heard a soft knock on the car window. Macau, the barista, was standing there holding his hot americano.

"Cap and the boys are sparring at the BOC stadium. He asked me to give you this," told Macau as he gave him his coffee. "...and this."

"This" was a single pink rosebud.

"Thank you, Macau."

"You're welcome, Doctor T. Have a good day!"

"You too."

On their way to the University, Kim giggled beside him non-stop.

"What?" asked Tankhun. “Just say it.”

"P', he's so fucking corny." 

“I told you so~ That’s your favorite Captain!” jibed Tankhun.

“Uhm, you mean your Captain?” Kim mocked him back. 

“Shut up!” 

Kim laughed and Tankhun followed seconds later. 

******

Thursday Morning -- the Hattrick

(Chan POV)

“Good morning~” greeted Tankhun as soon as the window of the car rolled down. He was smiling and grabbed both coffee out of his hands. “Hop in, we’ll drop you at the training ground.” 

Oh wow, look at that! I'm actually got a greeting and a smile? Praise the lord! 

“Oh, you ordered Americano for yourself this morning?” asked Tankhun as he gave him his cup of coffee after he smelled it. “Not even a pinch of sugar? I’m so~ proud.” 

“Wait, you can smell sugar!?” asked Chan. 

“You mean that sickeningly sweet odor? Of course I can.” 

“Yet, you’re wearing something caramel scented,” stated Chan firmly, smirking. 

“I don’t know what you mean,” responded Tankhun, who shrugging his shoulders and turning his head to face forward. 

Aw, did he just blush?  

Chan smiled satisfyingly. 

You are definitely on the right track, Chan Knight.   

******

Friday Morning -- the Hattrick

(Tankhun POV) 

No Chan in front of the Hattrick today. No Macau and no text either. Not gonna lie, after four days in a row not queuing for his coffee, something was not quite right. 

Stop exaggerating things, Tankhun Theerapanyakun. You queuing for your coffee here, every fucking day, for five years. 

It was nice to be spoiled though, think Tankhun, as he walked toward the Research Center. He reckoned that he could get used to that. There will be no protest from him. Zilch. Nada. 

Tankhun spent all morning with his students at the lab and time flew. It was already lunch time. He took off his goggles and long white lab coat as he walked to his office. Sunny was already waiting in front of it.

"There's a delivery for you, Doctor T," she said. "In fact, there are two."

"Oh?"

"I've put them on your desk."

"Thank you, Sunny."

Tankhun didn't need to open the first paper bag to see its contents. He could smell it from here. A cup of hot Americano from the Hattrick.

Warmth seemed to envelop his heart, Tankhun couldn't believe how a small gesture could have such an effect. Subconsciously he put his hand on his chest.

God have mercy, but I got it bad.  

Tankhun then opened a second paper bag, and inside was the gluten-free bread sandwich from Chan's favorite Deli.

Aw~ *insert teary eyes GIF*

Tankhun took out his cellphone from his Ferragamo backpack and text Chan right away.

[Tankhun T]

Thank you for lunch and coffee.

[Caramello]

I wish I could have lunch with you today. See you at the training ground tomorrow morning?

[Tankhun T]

Yes. See you.

Oh God, make that REAL bad.

TBC

[pretendingtobeangry]

Took one of the most hilarious wickets of my life tonight.

The guy charges me, ball lands at his feet, he hits his own feet with his bat, he falls over in a heap, he's out stumped while he's lying on his back about 3m out of his crease

[abbatoirablaze]

Room For Rent, Chapter 7

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: mentions of sexual situations, sexual fantasies, illegal consumption of alcohol, mention of death/loss of life.

“Listen, I really shouldn’t have talked to you the way that I did,” Ari admitted softly, the following morning. Shiloh shrugged as she finished making Ari’s morning coffee. She was pretending that the night’s previous conversation hadn’t affected her, but it had. And Ari knew it. But he grabbed her hands and put the to-go cup down, “Would you just stop, and look at me for a second, Shi?”

She bit her lip and looked up at him, ignoring every instinct that she had, “I-it’s fine. I’m over it, Ari.”

“No, yevno katna, it’s not okay to treat women like that,” he muttered, trying to make himself look all the more sad. He was praying that she would fall for it. That she would forgive him even though he wasn’t sorry, “I interfered in your date by giving unsolicited advice…I just-I worry about you is all.”

“Y-you worry about me?”

Bingo.

“Yeah,” he nodded. His hand quickly reaching to the back of his neck so that he could rub it. He let some of his hair fall into his face as he bit the inside of his cheek, “you’re a really sweet girl. A good girl. And I guess when you told me about that football player asking you out, I got really overprotective because I didn’t want him taking advantage of you.”

She gave him a sympathetic look. Her brows furrowed then lifted, and Ari tried desperately to hold back the smile that was threatening to come out. In the short time that they’d lived together, he’d already learned most of her tells. And she was caving, quick.

“That’s nice of you, Ari…but I’m an adult!”

“And I want to make it up to you…Friday, on our half day. I’m home by noon…what do you say that you let me take you out shopping for a few hours…and then we’ll come home and prepare for the sabbath…”

“Ari you don’t have to do that.”

“Shiloh, every woman deserves to be treated like a queen. Especially you,” he chuckled. He let go of her hands and reached behind her to the counter so that he could grab the to-go cup, “please…just let me do this? You do so much for me. You help out way more than you need to and you know it.”

She sighed. When Ari saw how she was looking at him, he let go the smallest of smiles. She copied his actions. She’d caved. She playfully rolled her eyes at him, her hands reaching up to cup his face and allow her fingers to run through his thick beard, “fine. You win, my brave lion…but nothing too fantastic or spectacular.”

“Of course not.”

He sent her a wink as he quickly turned on his heel to leave for work. He heard her chasing after him and he smiled, imagining how she looked behind him. Chasing him down in her little short shorts and cami. She’d been getting more comfortable, so he’d become used to waking up just a little earlier to see her making his coffee, all so he could see her perky nipples because he kept the AC on all he time.

He gave her a mischievous look as he opened the door and stepped backwards through it. She wrapped her arms over her middle, crossing them. He had to force himself not to stare at her chest. “Ari.”

“Yes, little dove?”

He looked down into her eyes, and he swore he could hear her whimper for him. It sent a pulse straight to his cock.

“Ari. I’m serious.”

“This is too much Ari,” she half-whined. Ari looked beside himself to the woman who was happily eyeing all of the stores. Making a quick adjustment behind the bag, he covered his groan with a chuckle and a cough, “Ar-“

“It’s not enough,” he smiled, nudging her gently. She rolled her eyes at him, and he purposefully brushed against her once more. Their pinkies brushed and she began to blush, “you okay?”

He was playing stupid. He knew he was. But he loved making her just a little bit uncomfortable. He stared at her stomach, thinking about how he’d successfully fucked his cum into her with his fingers twice this week, and he was looking for the hattrick tonight.

But he needed to butter her up more. Make her less upset with him. And already, Ari had managed to buy her a few things from a few different stores, quickly telling him that it was all ‘too much’ and to ‘not worry about it.’ But Ari didn’t care to listen. He wanted to spoil his girl, even if it came under a different guise, “Ari!”

“Oh, what about this store,” he smiled excitedly, ushering her into a Victoria’s Secret. Shiloh felt herself turning pink at going into the store with Ari. She had bought quite a few things from there before, but she’d never gone in with another man, let alone someone like Ari. He was quick to scoop the bags from her hands into his own, “get whatever you want, yevno katna. It’s on me today.”

“Ari, I-“

“Hi, were you two looking for anything today?” a salesgirl asked, coming up to the couple, “we hav-“

“We’re fine, thank you-“

“Actually, my friend here has a date coming up,” Ari smirked, allowing his hand to rest on the small of her back. She blushed, and Ari chuckled, sending Shiloh a wink, “well, second date with a guy…and she’s looking for something a little more special…”

“Ari we had our second date yesterday…we’re having our third on Sunday,” Shiloh blushed. Ari clenched his teeth but said nothing in response as Shiloh turned back to the sale’s girl, “really. It’s okay. My roommate is just being pushy…I-“

“Well, we did get some nice lace bodysuits in the other day for fall.”

Shiloh turned a deeper shade of pink and Ari smiled, watching his girl get all flustered by something as simple as lingerie advice from another person.

“Come on, Shi…let’s go look at some.”

“Ar-“

“Little dove…”

“My brave lion?”

He smiled.

And suddenly Ari was in the room that he’d just finished soundproofing the other night when she was on her date. Monday morning, the two of them had settled on the idea that they still wanted to be close, and develop their growing relationship, but that she needed to set some boundaries.

One of those boundaries was that she wasn’t going to talk about her dating life with Ari. While she deeply respected his opinion it felt weird to her, telling her roommate, a guy that she definitely had a growing crush on, about her seeing a guy from school.

Another one of those boundaries was that they would spend Thursday nights catching up, Friday afternoon preparing for the Sabbath, and Sunday nights to unwind with some wine before restarting the brutal work and school week.

But Ari had grown restless by Friday, when he didn’t get to spend Thursday evening with her. All he could think about was how not even one week ago, he’d shoved his cum into her perfect, greedy, little pussy. How he stretched her tight little hole with his fingers. And he wanted desperately to ruin her even more.

He wanted to feel her choke on his cock, then slide it home between her folds. He wanted to see how her face contorted when she felt him. Wanted to hear her soft little whimpers and moans as her body responded to his. And he wanted to cum in her. He wanted to claim his little dove again and again, until she was delirious and cock drunk.

And seeing her that morning before he left for work nearly sent him over the edge. She wiped the sleep from her eyes just long enough to make him a cup of coffee and kiss him on the cheek, telling him to have a good day. She’d barely noticed when Ari’s hand had held onto her hip and he’d kissed her on the cheek as well.

His fingers squeezing bare, heated skin as her cami had been folded up so that it covered her breasts. How the fabric clung to her, and he could see her perky nipples, making him think of all the ways he wanted to warm her up. How her sleep shorts were rolled and hanging low on her hips. He barely held it together while in the house. Ari, however, jerked off in his car on his way to work, swearing that by the end of the night, his balls were going to be emptied into her cunt.

“Come on, little dove, just have a drink with me,” Ari pleaded, giving you his large, beautiful doe eyes. Your resolve was non-existent and his baby blues knew how to break you. Sighing, you took the glass of wine from him and took a sip. He wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you to his lap on the couch, “that’s my girl.”

“Ari,” you giggled, trying not to spill the wine. He chuckled and snuggled into your stomach. You blushed as you felt his beard slightly scratch your bare abdomen, as your shirt had ridden up, “Ari.”

“What?” he sighed, arms locked around you. You placed your glass down on the table beside yourself and played with his hair. He didn’t move. Just stayed pressed to you.

Something felt off.

You tangled your fingers through his hair, lightly scratching his scalp as you went, “did something happen at work? Are you okay?”

“Fine, I guess,” he muttered. You felt his hands slide around to your ass, and your breath hitched. You were going to say something when he sighed, “I helped approve another refugee mission, and they’re dead…I just got word this afternoon…seventy-four refugees, the team of three assets, and a ship was sunk that had a crew of thirty. I-I feel like it’s my fault.”

You gasped. He pulled away from you, and while there were no tears in his eyes, you could feel his sadness. You swallowed, “i-it’s not your fault, Ari.”

Your hand went to brush the hair from his face, but he caught it. Instead he brought it over his heart, “I hurt so much knowing that our brothers and sisters in faith are in a world of pain. A world of hunger. A world so full of loss. It tears me apart yevno katna.”

You felt your own heart break for the gorgeous man beneath you. You sighed, your other hand bracing on his chest. There was so much passion in him. So much sadness. You just wanted to take it away. And before you could stop yourself, your lips were on his.

You didn’t know if it was the alcohol, or the sadness for the gorgeous man, but you melted against his larger frame. His hands were quick to move away from your waist and to your face. Holding it against his own. Air was no longer a necessity as the two of you moved in rhythm, your lips working in perfect unison.

But then you remembered where you were. The dreams you’d had of your roommate weren’t just dreams. The fantasies you’d played out in your head were no longer held to just the confines of your mind. And it all came down on you like a ton of bricks. You remembered who’s lap you were on. You were quick to pull away.

You stumbled off of his lap and onto the floor. He tried to catch you, but you pushed away, running to your room, and muttering that you were sorry.

Chapter 8

[daydreamingleclerc]

even though i think mason should be like the last pic i sent...heresomeseriousoneswithreasons

This might be long so ill add read more :)

(as its enemies to lovers this type of mason shows that hes a rich arse bitch could be one of many reasons why reader dont like him)

HE HAS TO HAVE HIS BEARD AND FLUFFY HAIR OR THE HAIR HE GOT NOW (oof could you imagine him swearing at a guy who tried to flirt with the reader but he cant do anything as he 'hates' her when really he just wants to rearrange her guts

SMEXY

(COCKY BEHAVIOUR LIKE CAN YOU IMAGINE HIM JUST TEASING YOU...AND MAYBE THIS HAIR??)

(IDK BUT I JUST THOUGHT ILL SHOW YOU HOW GREAT OF AN ARSE HE HAS.....socoffeebreak?)

(must i say more? da jacket-)

(this outfit radiates fuck boy energy...andhecanfuckmeanydayoftheweek)

(HOTHOTHOTHOTHOTHOTHOTHOT)

(conclusion hair he has now, or really fluffy hair with beard - fashion...oof nothing?)

THEN I JUST WANTED TO FINISH IT OFF WITH SCOOBY SO YEEEE

(dont think this helped but-)

@blueathens i could actually kiss u rn thank u so much

this has given me so many ideas !!!!

how the fuck did i forget abt the shark jacket ?????? and yes, don’t worry he will have his beard - i’m thinking the look he had when he scored the hattrick 🤪

[idknhlstuff]

Every single time Jonny babysits Hattrick, Hatty is returned to Pat wearing a Toews jersey so for a little tiny while Pat and Amanda are super impressed at his ability to guess baby sizes and have the right one

but then it just turns out he got one of every size at the merch store and then tries out a bunch to see which one fits best

and also Hatty getting older and into his toddler rebellions where he refuses to wear anything but jonny jerseys, ptk1 and 2 are gonna be fucking crying

I can't! I'm absolutely loving what I'm reading here.

The though of PKIII in a Toews jersey... And Jonny absolutely going out of his way to make sure it fits.

PKI and II would be spitting mad, but the kid wants what the kid wants 😌

[nolanscheeks]

Bad News Isn’t Always Bad

Hi, so this is the first fic I have ever posted! Have a read and let me know if you have any comments, questions, concerns!!

Loosely based on real events but completely fiction:)

Warning: sexual content;)

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“So, I have news” Nolan, your boyfriend, sighs heavily, walking over to you and plunking down onto a kitchen chair. It’s Tuesday afternoon in Philadelphia and you had just finished making lunch for Nolan and yourself when his phone rang and he went to the bedroom to take the call. You plated the food and sat down to eat a little nervously. It was weird for Nolan to leave the room to take a phone call. Normally, he would just pick up and talk to whoever it was right in front of you. 

“What is it?” you ask apprehensively. 

He raises his eyebrows and picks up his fork, “do you want the good news or the bad news first?”

“Bad news” you answer, growing anxious.

“Couple of the guys tested positive,” he begins, “practices and games are postponed till at least Monday.”

“Oh.” That wasn’t exactly a surprise, you had kind of been expecting this was bound to happen. With the cases so high and players only able to avoid others so much, someone was going to contract it. “Are you positive, too?”

“No. Well, I don’t think so” Nolan takes a bite of food and shrugs, seeming pretty relaxed about it. You grimace a little bit as the possibility of him getting sick crosses your mind, but you push that thought away. No need in worrying about something that might not happen. 

“What’s the good news then?” you inquire. 

“We get to sleep and play Fortnite” he smiles, “and maybe we could bake some cookies.”

“‘We’?” you tease, “you mean me.” Nolan flashes you another smile, sheepish this time. You will admit, you do make some pretty great chocolate chip cookies, but lately you’ve been busy with work, watching games, and helping Nolan get back into the groove of the demanding NHL schedule. Plus, cookies aren’t exactly in Nolan’s diet plan and he’s been pretty diligent about sticking to it, only breaking once when TK got a hattrick and the two of them had enjoyed a beer. Or two.

“I’ll cheer you on, baby. You look so hot rolling that dough.”

“Okay” you oblige, “but you’re doing the dishes from lunch.” He raises an eyebrow and glances at the kitchen where only a few dirty objects are sitting next to the sink.

“Deal” he reaches his hand out and you guys shake on it. After you both finish eating you get up and disappear into the bedroom while Nolan cleans. If he’s going to be cheering you on, you may as well give him a show you decide. You walk into the closet and reach into the very back of your sock drawer, pulling out your red Victoria’s Secret bodysuit. After stripping off your clothes, putting the bodysuit on, and grabbing one of his t-shirts, to hide your surprise, you make your way back to the kitchen. 

“You know what’s hot?” you ask when you approach Nolan. His back is to you as he dries the, now clean, plates. He grunts at you, which after months of knowing him, you know is code for ‘what?’. “You doing dishes” you smack his bum lightly. He sort of yelps out in response and turns around.

“What’s under there” he questions, grabbing his shirt, that’s covering your body, with his fingers and pulling you into him. You glance down at yourself, the red lace sort of peeping through the thin white cotton.

“Nothing” you push passed. He takes a seat at the island as you begin the motions of baking. You preheat the oven and grab your recipe book, flipping to the one for your famous chocolate chip cookies that Nolan loves so much. You start measuring out the sugar and butter, putting it in the mixer to whip. You go to the pantry and come back with the flour to find Nolan has turned off the mixer to stick his finger in the bowl to taste the mixture.

“Babe, that’s literally just butter and sugar” you giggle.

“I know, but it tastes so good” he hums, sticking his finger in again. 

You swat at him, “It’s so sweet, it’ll make you feel gross.” Nolan sticks his tongue out at you and sits back down at the island. He watches you measure the rest of the ingredients, throwing in the odd comment about how hot you look. Finally, you put the baking sheet in the oven and set the timer. You turn back towards him and reach down to pull off the shirt you’re wearing, revealing the lingerie underneath.

“I can’t even tell you how hot that was” he remarks, getting up and wrapping his arms around you. He pulls away a little and kisses your lips, then travels across your jawline and to your neck, causing you to breath in sharply. “I like it when you wear this stuff” he whispers. You reply by reaching for the bottom of his shirt and pulling it off him. You discard it to the side and hook your finger into the waistband of his pants.

“Come” you order, tugging at him. He follows you over to the couch where you place your hand on his bare chest and push him down onto it. You climb onto his lap so you’re straddling him and begin kissing his lips, jaw, and neck. When you feel him start to get hard against your thigh, you push against him until he’s laying down. It doesn’t take long for his pants to come off as well and for you to take him in your mouth. 

“Oh my god” he gasps as you take him completely. The saliva starts rushing to your mouth as you push his tip to the back of your throat. Your eyes lock with his as you slowly move your mouth up and down on his dick, more and more saliva gathering in your mouth. It’s wet and messy and he seems to love it. As he gets more and more into it you go faster and faster. You can feel your face burning and your eyes stinging with tears when he warns you.

“Baby, I’m gonna come.” You push his tip to the back of your mouth as you feel the pulse of his cock against your tongue. You swallow as he finishes and then sit back and wipe your hand across your mouth; looking down at him on the couch. He’s flushed and breathing hard as he basks in the feeling of the orgasm. He peeks up at you and reaches his arms out. You oblige, laying down on top of him. 

“Good?” you inquire, lifting your chin to look up at him.

“So fucking good” he breaths, eyes closed now. You smile to yourself, secretly loving the way your blow jobs seem to do something for him that nothing else can. The two of you lay there for a minute, Nolan completely blissed out and you enjoying the satisfaction of your performance. 

The oven beeps, interrupting the moment. You get off Nolan, and take the cookies out. They do look absolutely perfect and smell amazing, like always. You transfer a few onto a plate and return to the couch. Nolan’s still on his back, completely relaxed. 

“Open your mouth” you say, breaking off a bit of cookie. He does as you ask and you slip the morsel of cookie between his lips. He opens his eyes and cracks one of those million dollar grins. 

“We should quarantine more often,” he says. 

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Thank you so much for reading!