#love seeing him with Nick and Cole

[scarriestmarlowe]

thinking about…the trans nick headcanon…and jodies insistance that his son is NICHOLAS.

your child comes to you one day, your sweet baby, looks you in the face and says “daddy, i’m a boy.” he says it with such resolute definition that you can’t help but accept it immediately, ignoring the millisecond of hesitation. it made sense, he’d been so squirrely around skirts ever since morgan’s mom had mentioned how “ladylike” they made him look.

so, you bring him with you to your barber, you pick up some polos and khakis, you make sure he’s happy with it all. some family members, who you rapidly distance yourselves from, attempt to co-opt the name your son had called a family meeting to choose. “nicky!” is always swiftly answered by “nicholas.”

when he gets to middle school you worry— even aside from the whole trans thing, he takes after you and your strict sense of justice. you’re so proud of him, but you know he can be a bit overzealous in it. but he makes friends, joins the soccer team. he’s confident, and happy, and his friends tease him and razz him like they would any other tweenage boy.

“narcholas.” they call him. “nicholas.” you nearly correct, before you see the little smile he gets when they seamlessly include him in everything, even with the lighthearted teasing around his name.

(they didn’t even know, you come to find out. nicholas doesn’t bother to keep it a secret, but they see the oak-garcia boys at a local pride celebration, and they refer to your son as an ‘ally,’ he nearly laughs himself into an asthma attack.)

there’s a moody boy with beads in his hair, and he calls your son nick. you correct him the first time, but nicholas flushes when you do. then, the moody boy keeps coming around your house, and he calls your son a whole slew of nicknames.

narcholas, nick, narc, and of all things, you’re sure you heard him call your son ‘cole’ once. a particular favorite of yours being ‘nicholad’

life is good, in short.

then you get sucked through a portal, and you fight alongside fathers who had merely been on the sidelines with you beforehand, but were now your brothers in battle.

and glenn. fucking glenn.

after his trial, the other fathers get weird. they adopt the name your son’s friends had been calling him, but there’s none of the love. it’s exactly what you feared, when you sent your son to middle school, and he is receiving it from grown men.

you are ashamed of the men you believed to be your friends. you are ashamed of your judgement. worsemore, it’s not even from some kind of sudden transphobia. he knows for a fact both glenn and henry are trans men. quite genuinely, they just don’t like his son.

then it gets worse. and worse.

but in the end, you still have your nicholas, nick, whatever he wants to be.

[bambi-slxt]

🤍𝐒𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐘𝐨𝐮 ~ 𝐩𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨🤍

𝕔𝕙𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕡𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕤𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕠𝕝𝕠 𝕩 𝕗𝕖𝕞

word count: 3.2k

genre/tropes: established friendship, one-sided love (or is it?)

warnings: slight angst

pt one: here

notes from bambi: the POV switches throughout this part - switches will be indicated by an extra blank line. also i wasn't originally planning to add another part to this but ohhhh i'm so glad i did. thank you to @sturniololover-09 , @ivonchetooo1239 , and @aliceloveschris , who asked for part two - hope you like it!

Another night, another stressed-out Christopher. While I already felt out-of-my-depth when he came to me with his existential romance crisis, his current issue proved to be even more herculean in nature. 

“Chris. For the umpteenth time. I don’t know how to make the glow stars stick to your ceiling.”

“But I need them to! And they’re supposed to stick, it said so on the box-”

“It also said to clean the area thoroughly before application,” I said dryly, crossing my ankles and settling deeper into the blankets on his bed, “And when exactly did you wipe down your ceiling?”

Chris harrumphed. “The universe is working against me.”

“I’m sure it is, honey. Can we please start this now?” I gestured to his monitor, some dumb lawyer show on Netflix - Coats or Jackets or something. Chris told me earlier how much I’d love it, to which I had replied, “We’ll see.” The last show he tried to get me to watch with him was deplorable, and it took a long time for me to see Cole Sprouse, Lili Reinhart, and KJ Appa as anything other than the god-awful actors Riverdale painted them to be. 

“I wanna try one more time,” he said, stepping ungraciously over my legs and stretching towards the ceiling.

“Is it made of plaster?” I asked, tilting my head upwards, trying very hard to avoid looking straight up his loose basketball shorts.

“What, this?” He pointed upward. “I think. Why?”

I hummed in reply and began tapping away on my phone. Chris shrugged and went back to his Sisyphysian task. The stars would stick initially, but kept falling after a while and stabbing us in the rudest of places - an hour ago I got a crescent moon to the boob.

Soft music drifted down the stairs outside his bedroom door - Matt must be playing something in the kitchen. The four of us ate dinner earlier and as Chris made it, I was a guest, and Nick didn’t feel good, he’d been on clean-up. 

“Hey.” I pulled on the hem of Chris’s shorts. “This says if we use rubbing alcohol to clean the area first instead of just like, a damp cloth or something, that should work. It also says a hot glue gun will help it stick better.”

Chris put his hand on my head, thumbing my soft baby hairs that would never stay put - his way of saying ‘thank you’. “Do we even have a hot glue gun?”

“No idea,” I murmured as I leaned against his leg.

“Time to find out!” He scrambled over me, stepping on my arm and almost tea-bagging me. 

“You fuck,” I said, smacking him on the arm as he ran out of the room giggling. 

“Hey do we have rubbing alcohol and a hot glue gun?”

Matt startled and shook his head, leaning over the sink. “Jesus, you scared the fuck outta me,” he huffed. “Alcohol, yes, in your bathroom, glue gun, no.”

“Well shit. ‘Preciate it,” Chris said, patting him on the back and turning for the stairs.

“Hey.”

“What?”

“She okay?”

Chris’s brows knitted together. “Whaddaya mean?” “She just seems kinda stressed, ‘s all,” Matt said. “Somethin’ else on the mind.”

“She’s good as far as I know.”

“K. Come up behind me like that again, I’ll kick you in the nuts.”

“Whatever,” Chris responded, grinning his way back downstairs.

“There’s rubbing alcohol in my bathroom.”

I scrunched my face. “Since when?”

“No idea. Can you get one of my t-shirts, we’ll use that for the cleaning thingy.”

“Yeah,” I said, unwrapping myself from his blankets and stepping lazily toward his closet. Chris was already down one shirt due to the fact that I’d ripped my going out top just as we got home earlier. The “kickback” at Tara’s felt more like a rager and I considered it a miracle no one ended up naked. While digging around for something for me to wear, Chris had found the unopened bag of glow-in-the-dark stars, and the rest was history. 

I tugged on the faded tee now, bunching the front end up in my hands as I rifled around to the back of his closet. It all smelled like him, piney with a hint of spice that makes your nose feel cold and tingly. I felt goosebumps rise on my arms. “You don’t care about this one do you?” I said quickly, trying to move on.

He turned and shook his head, dark, soft curls falling around his eyes. “Toss it.” In my defense, I did my best. It’s not my fault the damn thing got flung halfway back to the door when he smacked it out of the air instead of catching it, and I told him so with a huff. “Sure, sure, blame me,” Chris said, grinning. 

“I will,” I replied, bending over to pick it up.

Chris felt his chest cave in. There she was, baby hairs falling awry, his massively oversized crewneck slipping halfway off her shoulders, body lit up by the soft light from his screensaver. His knees buckled, and he stepped out to steady himself on the plush bed. She noticed - of course she did - and tilted her head. “You good there, hotrod?” Her smile was slightly uneven, like it always had been before, and Chris wanted to kiss it very badly for the rest of his life and probably after that as well.

“I’m fantastic,” he said, blinking the thoughts away from his mind.

“Okay,” I laughed, throwing the offending shirt back at him. “I’ll go get the rubbing alcohol and then can we please watch your damn show?”

“So rowdy. Yeah, hurry up.”

I shook my head and walked out of his room, turning the small corner into his bathroom and flicking on the light. My toothbrush rested on his counter. He only hung up his towels because he knew I would try to do it my way, and he hated my way. I looked at myself in the mirror. 

A moment passed, filled of my own wonderings about what Chris saw when he looked at me. Was it me - the way I looked, my individual features, did they jump out at him? Some were impossible to miss…they sure did jump out at me. Or did his brain focus on other things? Did he even care how I looked, when my physical characteristics stacked up to the years of friendship we’d already put behind us, the late nights, early mornings, the adventures, the bad times…I pulled the rubbing alcohol out from under his sink before I forgot and opened up my phone. Swiping out of the “how to stick glow stars to plaster” search tab, I went to our messages.

iMessage chat with Orange Juice:

taras got a thing tonight u wanna go

You:

duh what’s the vibes?

Orange Juice:

i think just whatever im not putting on anything fancy

You:

you’re so boring.

Orange Juice:

shut up

im glad youre coming

You:

please use apostrophes, just once i’m actually begging.

Orange Juice:

thou can suck my confetti covered cock about it actually

You:

oh! taking a screenshot and sending it to mary lou

Orange Juice:

okay wait 

You:

no :D get fucked, mister magic penis

Orange Juice: im glad youre coming

↪ me too. missed u tons

Orange Juice:

same

you wanna talk about canes

You:

we can, are you still feeling weird about things?

Orange Juice:

no i just wanna talk like that more with you 

you’r advice was really good

You:

that’s not how you use an apostrophe christopher 

Then they all arrived to pick me up for Tara’s, Chris hugged me, and we said nothing more about it. Chris. I should get this back to him. Reaching for the light, I looked for the rubbing alcohol, felt the switch with my other hand, grabbed the bottle, and flipped the lights off without looking. So it came as a terrifying surprise when I ran smack into Chris’s chest. “FUCKSHITPISSIMGONNAKILLYOU,” I nearly shouted at him, letting my hands rest on his chuckling chest, panting with the overwhelming surge of adrenaline.

“‘Fuck’, ‘shit’, and ‘piss’?” he snickered, covering my hands with his own. “That’s insane.”

I stalked past him into his room, tossing the bottle behind my shoulder - he would catch it or he wouldn’t and then I would know karma was on my side. “I don’t wanna discuss it.”

“Okay then,” Chris said, still laughing as he poured the awful-smelling stuff onto his ancient shirt, balled it up, and began to scrub his ceiling. “What took you so long in there?”

I did not want to answer him. “You’re doing it wrong,” I huffed. I climbed up onto the bed with him, reaching up to take his makeshift rag.

Chris’s mouth slid into a sly smile, and he raised it farther above my head than I could reach. “Am I?”

I stepped closer to him, pressed against his chest like I’d been before. Showing him my best doe-eyes, I whined, “Give it, Chris, please.”

His tongue swiped over his lips, both of which now hung open. Chris looked down at me and I looked up at him. The height difference was slight, but now the mere inches felt incredibly important in the moment’s silence. “What?” I whispered, barely more than a breath.

Jesus Christ, girlie, Chris groaned inwardly. She just looked so cute, and she had always been so sweet to him, and she took him to Cane’s and listened to his mostly-incoherent stream of consciousness, and she loved his brothers and she helped him hang up glow stars and she might actually be the most perfect person he’d ever met.

“Chris?” her voice, though soft, held him in a painful vice grip. “What’s wrong?”

He loosed a breath, lowering his hand and letting his arms settle around her, gathering at the small of her back. Chris pressed his lips against her forehead, resting his against it when her wrists crossed behind his neck. 

“Nothin’s wrong,” he murmured, a humored smile making its way across his face. He heard his voice change with the mounting anxiety in his chest. “Jus’ like bein’ with ya, ‘s all.”

My stomach fluttered at his words. “I like being with you too, bubs.” An idea sparked in my brain, and before any of my self-preservation instincts could kick in, I dropped my hands from his neck and dug them under his arms, tickling mercilessly. Chris’s eyes lit up in a flash, cowing his back to get away from me while simultaneously making a beeline for my ribs to lay waste to them in a similar fashion. 

“You little fucker!” he cackled, dancing around on the bed to avoid my hands.

“AKSPBTH, GET AWAY GET AWAY GET AWAY!” I was shrieking with glee as we tumbled in a writhing heap on his pillows, gasping for breath while he continued his unhindered attack on my body. “ChrisChrisChrisChris-” I panted, making ultimately futile attempts to wriggle out from  under him, “Please, truce, truce, I’m begging-”

Laughing still, he sat back on his knees, arms still on either side of me. Chris’s hair fell so messy above me, his chain dangling just above my nose. I gave him a downturned smile. 

“Pinned ya,” he huffed triumphantly.

I lightly smacked his chest with a daring snort of derision. “Like you’d do anything about it.”

“Shut up.” Chris, still smiling that heart-wrenchingly adorable smile of his, lowered his head until our noses touched. “Hi.” He blinked his big blue eyes comically at me.

“Hey,” I replied softly, another laugh lilting quietly from my throat. I found myself enjoying this moment very much.

Chris tilted his head, hair swinging with him. “Whatcha thinkin’ ‘bout?”

I giggled. “Nothin’.”

He huffed, scrunching his nose and rubbing it against mine, his chain slipping over my chin, and I couldn’t help but laugh again. He tended to bring that out of me. My arms reached up to wrap around his back. “Come here,” I whispered, and as he lowered his chest to mine, I felt his arms slip up around my head. I nuzzled into his neck and held him. 

We lay like that for a while, the pressure on my body soothing me, his scent engulfing me. I could get used to this.

“Hey.”

“Hey.”

“I wanna talk about our conversation.”

“From the other night?”

“Mhm.”

“We can. Do you wanna sit up?”

“No,” he grumbled, doing it anyway. 

“Poor baby,” I teased, “Your life is so very hard.” My heart felt full. Something was changing. I could sense it somehow.

Chris blushed at my words, shaking his head and hiding his gaze. He settled back against his headboard to the right side of me while I tugged a blanket up to my shoulders. “You cold?” he asked, but I shook my head. 

“‘S just soft, that’s all. What do you wanna talk about?” I asked, tucking my arm under his.

Chris squeezed it and took a deep breath. “I said I wasn’t sure how I loved you. And we talked about how we don’t have much romantic love experience.”

“Mhm.” I waited for him to continue.

“And I just…” Chris laid his head on mine. “I…feel something…for you. But I don’t think it’s fair to even tell you that because I really don’t know if it’s anything more than that friend-type of love.” The sigh he let out was shaky. I stayed stock-still, unsure of what he was getting at and hoping to god my heart wasn’t about to be crushed. “And then I started thinkin’ about what you said about love…how it was like, a bunch of choices you make.” His right hand reached over, tentative and uncertain, touching the arm I’d tucked next to him ever so lightly. “And then you said a buncha’ stuff about my family but you didn’t say anythin’ about yourself.” He turned his head and looked down at me, his face dark in the soft light. 

Her eyes flicked up to meet his and Chris’s heart went into cardiac arrest. There was so much trust in her gaze, she might as well have opened her soul wide open for him to look at, and he wanted to drown himself in it. His lips parted in a disbelieving sigh - this girl, this woman, she’d been with him for so long, always patient, always willing to listen, she never pushed him but god did she challenge him, she made him laugh, she made him want to act better…he wanted to be a person she would be proud to know. Maybe even…maybe even someone she would want to call her boyfriend. “I care about you,” he said, his heart thumping with fear. “I don’t know if that's romantic love or not but...” he paused. God, he was so scared. “If you’ll let me…I wanna find out with you.” 

And there it was - the confession. Chris had metaphorically ripped his heart from its cage and handed it to her, and he was terrified over what she’d do with it. 

“Love…is waking up every day and choosing that person regardless of what the day is gonna throw at you.”

Her voice echoed in his head. Chris chose her. Even if she didn’t choose him back.

I exhaled slowly. My chest almost caved in from the weight of his words. “Chris…” I whispered, tears welling in my eyes. “You have…no idea…how long I’ve wanted to hear that.” I wanted to hug him, desperately, but I was afraid of breaking him. He looked so scared, scared of love, scared of messing up, scared of being less than expected or not enough…he looked so scared.

“Yeah?” he asked softly, unable to look away.

“Yeah,” I nodded, my hand moving up slowly, so slowly, to touch his cheek. Gingerly, I traced my knuckle down his stubble, and his sweet blue eyes closed at my touch. My own did their best to blink away tears, but ultimately failed.

Suddenly, the most unrelated thought occurred to me. “Chris,” I whispered, “Look at the stars.” He tilted his head up in awe at the glow stars that had stuck to the ceiling after all this time. Not a single planet loose, not a moon out of place. They covered the plaster with a hazy blue hue, casting gentle shadows down his neck. 

“Holy shit,” he said with a soft laugh. “They really did stay up there.”

It all felt like one big giant metaphor to me, but maybe that interpretation was a bit on-the-nose. I elected to keep it to myself. I smiled at him, hoping I didn’t look disastrous with those damn tear tracks down my cheeks.

“Heyyy, hey…” Chris murmured, holding my face with both hands and thumbing the product of my overwhelming emotions away, “I got you. I’m not goin’ anywhere.”

“Neither am I,” I promised. I kissed his palm on impulse, eyes darting up to his. Is this okay?

Of course it is.

I continued my ministrations, taking his wrist in hand and kissing up to the tips of his fingers, curling them down to move up his knuckles until I reached the back of his hand. He let me, a curious expression on his face. With my final kiss, I made direct eye-contact with him. He breathed out and let his hand fall, his thumb catching softly on my bottom lip, the rest of his fingers fitting neatly under my chin.

“Please let me kiss you,” he whispered, his brows furrowed, his eyelids heavy, his gaze addicted to my lip, the bottom of which sprung plushly back into place when his thumb let go of it. He looked like a man starved.

I slid my fingers into the soft, loose curls at the back of his neck and tilted my head, letting his lips press so sweetly against mine. My stomach tingled, butterflies fluttering to life in my chest. Chris’s hands slipped up my back, hugging me into him, his nose pressing against my cheek as he kissed me again and again, slowly, patiently. His breath filled my mouth, and mine his. I probably exhaled a bit of my soul too. The thought made me smile and he murmured against my skin. “What is it, pretty girl?” He kissed the edges of my smile, nosing my blushed face, relishing the closeness now allowed to him. 

“I just like you,” I said shyly. 

He grinned, making a fist and yanking his elbow back to his side. “Yesssss.”

I erupted into giggles and he just watched me contentedly.

Pulling away for the briefest of moments to adjust my knees, I looked up to see Chris, looking like he’d been shot. “Come back…I wasn’t done,” he grumbled.

“You’re so whiny,” I teased, holding his cheeks in my hands. 

He smiled impishly. “I jus’ like ya.”

“You like sitting here with me?” I asked, stroking the shell of his ear, drowning in his eyes like he was in mine.

“I like sitting here with you,” Chris confirmed, his voice gentle and low. “I want ya’ to be my girl.”

“Well, I want you to be my boy,” I huffed, grinning. “What about that?”

“I think I’ll live,” he replied, tilting his head to kiss me again.

The end.

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[lvrhughes]

Not If? | A. Xhekaj

pairing: Arber Xhekaj x fem!reader

summary: The team had made bets on when you and Arber would kiss and it was finally the night they ended.

warnings: none? slut shaming barely?

word count: 1k

not my gif!

It was like the minute you met Arber everything clicked. The two of you became inseparable, it was as if the two of you were attached at the hip. 

He was quick to introduce you to the team, warning them even quicker that you were so very off limits. And the team saw that quickly, making a bet (a month after Arber brought you in once) about when the two of you would kiss. 

“So when are we gonna see Squirt again?” Cole played, nudging Arber’s shoulder as he walked past him in the locker room.

“You can’t call her that, you’re barely taller than her.” Arber rolled his eyes, returning to taking his gear off. 

“Okay well, ouch, I am taller than her and I miss seeing your girl.” Cole shrugged, taking his spot in the locker room. 

“She’s not my girl.” Arber mumbled, getting more aggressive with his movements. 

“She basically is, but whatever, bring her out for the team drinks tonight?”

“Fine. Only if she wants.” arber agreed, looking to Cole to ensure he understood. 

Arber was quick leaving, running out to the parking lot with his stuff before everyone else. Quickly headed to your car where you sat waiting for him. 

“Hi Arbs.” You grinned as he got in your car, leaning over the console to touch you, his arms wrapping around you best he could. 

“Hi Squirt.” He grinned. 

“Told you not to call me that!” You giggled, holding his hand as he got situated before leaving the parking lot. 

“Come on, it’s perfect, you're tiny just like that turtle!” He laughed, his body shaking. He loved thinking back to the first time he let you choose a movie to watch, you chose Finding Nemo and declared how adorable you thought the turtles were.

You just shook your head, smiling at the tall defenceman who sat in your passenger seat. The smug smile on his face as you left the parking lot. 

“Oh yeah, it’s team drinks tonight and Cole asked me to invite you. Apparently he misses you.” Arber rolled his eyes while repeating it, making you laugh. 

“I’d love to come.” 

“You came!” Cole was the first to notice you, running around Arber to reach you, wrapping his arms around you. 

“Hi Coley.” You grinned, hugging him back while Arber stood beside, a glare on his face. 

“Give my Squirt back.” Arber grumbled, pushing Cole away from you within a minute. 

“Hey, you can share.” Cole complained, returning to the table while you and Arber followed. 

The team huddled around the table, sat in the corner of the bar. The table was filled with opened drinks, a few phones littered the scene and many, many chairs scattered around the table.

“Arber brought her!” Nick informed his team, meaning a round of cheers while a few others got up to hug you. 

“It’s like you love her more than me.” Arber mocked hurt, his hand on his heart with a mocking expression.

“We do.” Juraj answered, wrapping his arms around you as you laughed.

The fake frown littering his face as you returned to Arber’s arms, his arms immediately wrapping around you again. Keeping your body pressed against his as he sat down beside his team, Juraj on his left and Cole on his right while you sat in his lap. 

“‘M going to get drinks.” You informed him, getting off his lap with a kiss on the cheek, him smiling and nodding. 

You had Arber’s order memorized, walking up to the bartender and repeating both of yours orders. Handing the bartender Arbers card, like he’d always made you, ensuring you could never pay for your own drinks. 

“Hey pretty lady.” A rough voice was heard behind you, pretending to not know he was speaking to you, you faced the bartender still. “Usually when someone speaks to you, you turn.” The man complained, his hand landing on your shoulder to turn your body towards him. 

“Hey-” The man was on the ground holding his nose. 

“Arber!” You gasped, reaching for him as he shook his hand, wiping the blood from the man off. He looked up, walking into your grasp before leading you back to the table. 

“I can’t believe you just did that.” You mumbled, Arber pulling you back into his lap as he sat. 

“He called you a slut I don’t know what else you could’ve thought I’d do.” He shrugged, pressing a kiss to the side of your head as you stared at him. 

“He also called me your girl.” 

“And?Aren’t you?” He looked at you, seeing how you’d react. 

“You never asked.” 

“Okay then I’m asking now, you’ll be my girl?” 

Nodding in reply, leaning to kiss his cheek. He moved, his hand coming up to cup your cheek as he kissed you, encouraging you to run your hands through his hair. 

“You owe me $20, Nick!” Cole’s yell encourages you to break away from Arber, looking at him in confusion. 

“Oh yeah,” Cole started, laughing before continuing. “We all have bets on when you guys are going to kiss.” 

“Not if?” Arber asks, his arms still tightly wrapped around your body. 

“We all knew it was going to happen dude.” 

Arber laughed at the deadpanned look on Cole’s face, Nick coming behind to look at Cole. 

“What are you talking about?” Nick speaks, earning Cole to point at the two of you. 

“They kissed!” He answered, Nick rolling his eyes behind him. 

“Where’s your proof?” 

“You never said there had to be proof!” 

“They’re so stupid.” Arber whispered in your ear, pressing kisses down your neck as you giggled. 

“Look, see he’s kissing her right now.” Cole pointed, trying to get the money from his captain. 

“Fine ugh.” Nick groaned, shoving a 20 dollar bill at Cole, watching a smile grow on the younger boy's face. 

“I won!” He cheered, getting up to collect more money from other teammates. 

You laughed, leaning back into Arber before kissing him once more. Feeling his body relax into the kiss, his hands holding your body against his whiles yours traveled through his hair. 

“I love doing that.” Arber mumbled against your lips, earning a smile as you leaned into him again.

[world0fmadness]

⋆ ˚｡⋆ ୨୧ ˚ SOME HALLOWEEN COSTUMES WITH THE GRID ˚ ୨୧ ⋆｡˚ ⋆

another random thing i don’t know why i made! but uh… yeah, just things i’d make some of the drivers dress up as with me for halloween O_O

MAX VERSTAPPEN

juliet starling and nick - lollipop chainsaw

you sculpted a replica of his head… he doesn’t know how to feel about it, he’s impressed but is also kind of freaked out seeing a replica of his head on your hip… but thinks you look absolutely amazing and takes so many pictures of you

MICK SCHUMACHER

mickey and mallory knox - natural born killers

absolutely no hesitation from this man, he agrees right away! thinks you look beautiful as mallory and you think it’s so funny to see him look so… not polite

OSCAR PIASTRI

james sunderland and mary shepard / maria - silent hill 2

does he feel completely comfy dressing up as a guy that smothered his sick wife? not entirely… but he knows how much you love the game and hey, it’s just a character and you look great

CARLOS SAINZ

garcia hotspur and paula - shadows of the damned

this man feels… so cool and thinks you look so hot </3 cannot get over how cool he looks, honestly likes the costume more than you

GEORGE RUSSELL

cole phelps and elsa lichtmann - L.A. noire

you don’t even need to try and convince this man… the second you mention “ vintage detective ” and “ vintage suit ” he’s already working on his part of the costume… you both pull it off so well, to no one’s surprise…

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

💖 Crazy for you 💖

After an embarrassing almost kiss under the mistletoe with your boss Eddie you're determined to move on.

You're the nanny to his adorable son and have been crazy about Eddie for months but now you know you needed to move on after the events at his Christmas party.

Except it isn't so easy and Eddies feelings aren't so platonic.

Authors note: This idea has been in my head for days and I just had to write it 💖

Older Eddie Munson x Reader. Reader is in her late 20's. Eddie is 41.

Warnings: Angst, Dad Eddie Munson, fluff. Jealous Eddie.

Don't copy, reuse or repost my work.

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Being in love with your boss wasn't exactly the best idea you had ever had.

It's just Eddie Munson was the most amazing man you had ever met and you had fallen for him over the last year you had been working with him.

Cole's mother wasn't in the picture. She and Eddie were a fling that resulted in a pregnancy.

She had left Cole with Eddie and Uncle Wayne when he was born, she wanted nothing to do with Eddie or the baby and so she left.

How anyone could leave these sweet boys you would never know.

When you were first landed the job as Cole's nanny Eddie was a little stand offish, it took him a little while to open up but once he did it was amazing. You got to know him really well and began to fall for him.

He was without a doubt the sexiest man you had ever met and you struggled to hide your feelings a lot of the time.

Coupled by the fact that Cole was the sweetest little boy and Uncle Wayne was an abosloute angel, you settled into the job quickly and being with Eddie and Cole felt like it was always meant to happen.

Tonight there was a party at Eddie's for Christmas and you were enjoying a few drinks, it wasn't often that you drank alcohol but you wanted to enjoy the night.

The only trouble was that the alcohol made you braver than normal. That wouldn't normally be a problem but tonight it was.

When you were left alone with Eddie, belly filling with butterflies as he stood close to you the feelings had for him began to get harder and harder to ignore.

Mistletoe hung from the ceiling and Eddie's eyes twinkled as he looked up at it.

"Ahh shit, it got us princess" he teases and you smile as he kisses your cheek.

It was stupid but you leaned up to kiss him and you knew it was a mistake as soon as his eyes widened and he moved away.

Mortified you stammer out and apology and his eyes pain.

"Shit, we can't. We can't do this" you nod and move away from him kicking yourself internally for thinking that he wanted to kiss you.

"I'm sorry Eddie. I should go" you suddenly feel very very sober and grab your jacket. Eddie gently tugs your arm.

"You don't have to leave. It's fine sweetheart, we can just forget it. It's okay" you shake your head.

"I really should go" you don't want to see the pity in his eyes. Know he doesn't feel that way about you.

Fuck you should have known.

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Sleep comes slowly that night once you're home, everytime you wake up you remember trying to kiss Eddie and anxiety fills you.

You couldn't believe how badly you had messed up. Embarrassment floods through you, practically burning the memories from last night into your brain.

Fuck, why did you try to kiss him? he was so sweet how he let you down so gently and you're kicking yourself that you thought he felt the same, that you almost jeapordized the job you loved.

Nancy brings you aspirin and you down it quickly. She rubs your shoulder and you feel sick to your stomach as you tell her what happened.

"I haven't got drunk like that in ages but I thought I'd let loose for one night and have a few drinks and then Eddie was being all sweet and I fucked up, I tried to kiss him and I'm so stupid"

Nancy hugs you as tears run down your cheeks. The rejection feels awful too and every part of you aches.

"He let me down really gently but I'm just so mortified" Nancy soothes you.

"Well maybe it's a good thing you know how he feels. Now you can move on. Jonathan says Nick keeps asking about you, why don't you give him a chance you might really like him?"

Maybe that was exactly what you needed, you find yourself nodding and cuddle back into bed.

At least you could use your day off to get rid of this hangover and give some distance between you and Eddie. Hopefully when you went back to work you could forget this ever happened.

❤️

True to Nancy's word she did tell Jonathan to talk to Nick and that's how three days after the party you had a date.

It couldn't have come at a better time because while Eddie hadn't mentioned the kiss but there was a tension in the air between you. It made you feel even worse, you had totally screwed up.

Nick was cute and it was part of your plan to get over Eddie. It was time you stopped daydreaming about him liking you, he didn't and you had to accept that.

He went on dates with beautiful women and he had never once looked at you in any way other than a friend and his employee, you needed to stop deluding yourself.

Since you were finishing your shift before your date it was a little tight for time, however you squeezed in time to change into one of your best dresses and apply a little bit of make up.

Eddie was singing with Cole and it warmed your heart, the urge to just go and spend time with them and forget your date was overwhelming but you know you needed to do this.

With a spritz of perfume you walk out to where Eddie is and he blinks looking stunned, his response makes your heart quicken.

"You going out with friends tonight?" he asks as you grab your jacket.

"Oh um no, I have a date" you don't expect a reaction or anything so it's a suprise when he stiffens as Cole toddles up to you and beams.

"A date?" you nod.

"Yeah. It's been a while. I'm so nervous" you admit and he softens.

"Don't be... You look beautiful sweetheart" he murmurs.

The doorbell rings and you hurry to answer it feeling flustered at Eddie's eyes burning into you as you answered it.

Nick was standing outside and whistles when he sees you.

"Wow, you look good babe" his smile disappears as you feel Eddie right behind you. Chancing a glance at him you notice the way his big brown eyes are flashing and his jaw is tense as he looks Nick up and down.

"You're the date?" Eddie demands and Nick chuckles.

"Quick as a cat huh dude?" he smirks and Eddie's eyes narrow. It was a stupid comment and you're disappointed. It would be nice if Nick could make a good impression with Eddie.

"How did you meet?" Eddie's tone is low and there's a hint of something in it, venom like and you're confused at why he's pissed.

He could just feel protective you reason as Nick launches into the story of how you met through Jonathan and Nick had wanted to date you for ages.

Eddie is still tense as you grab your coat and he takes you to the side as Nick waits for you.

"The bedroom is set up for you for later. I do appreciate you coming back tonight. You know how Cole loves when you stay over. I'm really grateful sweetheart"

Nick sighs loudly and looks at his watch and you cringe as Eddie's eyes narrow.

"Call me if you need to leave early, if he's an asshole, anything happens you call me okay?" you nod and your heart melts when Cole toddles over to you and hugs your legs.

"Bye bye" he murmurs sadly and his puppy brown eyes and little pout nearly make you cancel the date all together.

"Hey sweetie. I'll see you first thing in the morning. We can watch your favourite cartons yeah?" Cole brightens and smiles happily until Nick walks over to you and him.

"Hey little guy" Cole narrows his eyes and turns away from Nick.

"Poo poo head" he points at Nick and you gape and nearly burst out laughing but control your face expression.

"Cole that's not nice" Eddie tells Cole who still doesn't look impressed. Sensing it's time to go you hug Cole one more time and head out with Nick.

Hopefully the actual date went better...

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Yeah, the date was a disaster.

Nick had left you at the resteraunt and had stormed out in a huff when he kissed you. You had tried to like it, you really did but you felt nothing and when Nick tried to go further than a kiss.

His words of anger ring in your ears and the last few days catch up with you and you feel tears roll down your cheeks.

Why did you have to fall for someone so unattainable? Dejected you call a cab to take you back to Eddies.

It suprises you when you head inside that Eddie is waiting up for you. He's sitting on the couch, dressed in slacks and a tight white t shirt, his hair in a bun. He looks so effortlessly gorgeous and your heart aches with want.

"Hi, you didn't need to stay up" he shrugs and stands up as he accesses you.

"You've been crying?" Shit, you forgot how perceptive he was.

"Date didn't go like I hoped" Eddie's eyes flash with anger.

"Did that fucker upset you?" you shake your head and settle on the couch.

"No, I mean we kissed and I felt nothing and Nick wasn't happy about that. I really did try to like him but the spark wasn't there. He ranted at me and stormed off" he takes your hand and squeezes it.

"You should have called me. He sounds like a douchebag to me princess" it makes you smile a little bit.

"I guess I just wanted to meet a nice guy instead of being so into... You freeze and shake your head, cursing yourself for nearly saying how you felt about him.

"Into who?" you swallow and look away from his big brown eyes because you'll give in and tell him everything.

"It doesn't matter. It's stupid" he gently tilts your cheek so you look at him.

"Tell me"

"I want you but I know you don't feel the same and I messed up on Saturday but" You panic as the words spill out and he caresses your cheek which stops you mid sentence.

"You didn't mess up sweetheart. It took me be suprise when you tried to kiss me, I never thought you could feel that way about me, I panicked and I've been kicking myself ever since"

Oh...

Eddie kisses you passionately and you respond to the kiss pulling him closer to you.

"I'm sorry I pushed you away princess. I do want you, I've never felt this way about anyone ever. I don't want you to date that fucking douchebag, that boy has no idea how to treat an angel like you"

He presses a kiss to your forehead and you rest your head and you wrap your arms around him.

"I'm going to take you out tomorrow. Uncle Wayne won't mind babysitting, he's been wanting me to admit how I feel about you for a long time" his confession makes you giddy and you agree beaming.

"I'd love to"

"I'm going to spoil you rotten princess, you're my girl and I want you to be mine, always"

Always, you liked the sound of that.

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Say Love

~Say Love by James TW~

Author's Note: this is inspired by Chimney and Maddie from 9-1-1: such an amazing show. As always italics are flashbacks Summary: Kirby says I love you for the first time Warnings: mention of emotional abuse in relationships Word Count: 1,200 Kirby Dach x fm!reader

There is something so pretty about the way he eyes her. She was brighter than the sky during a sunset. She was warm and the kindest person he’d ever met. He was in love. He has yet to tell her. He was afraid that she wouldn’t say it back. 

She has been waiting for Kirby to come back for three days. He had scored in a shootout against his former team in Chicago. He called her the second he got back to his hotel room and they talked the entire night. 

She stood against the kitchen counter as his door was pushed open. He smiled widely as he dragged his suitcase inside. “Hey baby,” he mumbled as he rested his suitcase against the wall and walked towards her. She jumped into his arms as she laughed.

“God, I’ve missed you,” she whispered into his ear as she rested her hand on the base of the neck. He loosely wrapped his arms around her waist as he spun her in a circle, “How are you feeling?” she asked as he delicately put her down. His hands were still holding her waist as she rested her hands on his cheek. He smiled.

“Amazing, so glad to be home,” he muttered as he leaned towards her, kissing her urgently. “So glad to see you,” he mumbled against her lips as he guided her backwards towards the couch. He kissed her again as he tightened his grip against her waist. 

“I wish I was there,” she mumbled as she slowly sat down on the couch, keeping his lips close to hers. 

“Me too baby,” he said as he pulled away from her. He looked deeply into her eyes as he lifted his hand and rested it onto her cheek. His thumb slowly ran across her warm cheek. 

The words were on his tongue for the first time in their relationship. He’s spent his entire roadtrip thinking about her and craving her touch. He missed the way she made him feel. He missed when his heart would race just by meeting her eye. 

It was still early, too early to say it but he thought it. He felt the words on his lips and wanted to say them the longer he searched her features. Instead his lips found hers again as he slowly pushed her on her back; climbing on top of her.

She was sitting on their balcony, drinking a cup of coffee as she watched the sunset over Montreal. A place she moved to a year ago because she wanted a new life. A new life that she wasn’t aware of was going to later include a gorgeous man. She had gotten out of a long term relationship that was incredibly toxic. Emotionally hard to be involved in. 

The last thing she ever wanted was to be in a relationship. Until she met a boy who lived in the same apartment building as she did. He was also new to town and also unwilling to be in a relationship. 

All Kirby wanted was a friend that didn’t play hockey. Kirby and Y/N first met while they were getting packages from their mailboxes. After that she invited Kirby up to her apartment. They played Mario Kart and talked about their new lives in Montreal. 

Any time they weren’t busy with other people they would hang out. And after four months, she kissed him and they started dating shortly after. 

She ran her hands over the sweater on her frame as Kirby raised his hand up and knocked it onto Nick’s door. The team was having a get together before the holiday break and Kirby was introducing Y/N for the first time. 

“Come in!” Nick shouted from inside. He met her gaze and raised his eyebrows. She nodded her head as she took a hold of his hand. Leaning towards her, he pressed his lips against her cheek before he pushed open the door. “Kirby man,” Nick shouted as he walked away from Cole.

Nick quickly wrapped his arms around Kirby, “How are you always the last one here?” Nick chuckled as he pulled away, glancing at Y/N.

“Nick, this is my girlfriend, Y/N,” he mumbled as he pulled her closer to his side. Y/N smiled kindly towards him.

“Nice to meet you, welcome to the family,” Nick expressed excitedly as he smiled towards her.

“Thank you,” she mumbled as she leaned closer to Kirby. He ran his hand up and down her side.

“Come on, I wanna show you off,” he mumbled against her hair before he kissed the top of her head. She chuckled nervously as she remained attached at his hip.

She rested her head on his chest, as she felt his hands run slow circles across her skin. It was perfect. Just the two of them in bed together, watching the sun rise over the city of Montreal.

Except Kirby was keeping his eyes on Y/N, admiring the sleepiness in her features. The three words were on his tongue as he wanted nothing more than to say them.

“You’re so quiet,” she mumbled before she pressed her lips against his chest. He hummed as his hand started to slowly glide up her skin.

“Just thinking,” he mumbled as she lifted her head up to meet his gaze, his lips curled upward.

She hummed, “Yeah?” she asked as she pursed her lips forward. He hummed as he bit his bottom lip. She furrowed her eyebrows as she smirked softly. “So are you going to tell me?” she asked as she glided her hand up his chest. 

He looked deeply into her eyes, “I love you,” he blurted out. His eyes widened as well as her own. Her lips parted as her heart started to race. “I’m sorry-”

“No, no, don't apologize,” she mumbled as she kissed him. She pulled away and stared into his eyes, “I just haven’t been able to hear those words without flinching in years,” she mumbled as she ran her thumb across his cheek, the beard scratching her skin. He ran his hand up and down her back soothingly. 

“I feel the same way,” she muttered, his smile faltering slightly. “I just don’t know if I can say those exact words,” he clenched his jaw as he furrowed his eyebrows, “I would use those words as a defense against my ex. I never really felt like they meant what they should’ve meant when I would say them. I don’t know if that makes any sense but Kirby, I truly believe you are my soulmate,” she mumbled.

His smile formed on his lips widely again as he scanned her features, “One day, I can say it back,” she muttered. He leaned towards her, kissing her urgently. “Say it again,” she mumbled against his lips, meeting his gaze.

“I love you,” he let out, her heart fluttering, “I love you so much,” he expressed.

“I’m gonna need you to say it a lot,” she mumbled as she pecked her lips against his.

“Don’t worry, baby girl, I’ll say it enough for the both of us,” he said before he devoured her lips with his.

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Desolation

Pairings: Nick Sturniolo X Female Reader, friendship🥰includes Chris and Matt as well😋

Synopsis: After Y/N has a messy breakup with her boyfriend. Nick and his brothers are always there for her ready to kill for her🥹

Warnings⚠️: mentions of heartbreak, slight mention of abuse, but nothing crazy. The three boys ready to kill for Y/N. It’s just so cutesyyy and a little sad nothing crazy

Song for this imagine: The Worst by Jhené Aiko

And don’t take this personal, but you’re the worst, you know what you’ve done to me

I had been dating my current boyfriend since I was 17, and I’m 21 now, but lately we’ve been rocky, and not well for one another. Last year we were constantly on and off, something that pissed Nick off so much.

Flashback

“I’m not even sure what you see in him like he’s so fucking toxic, and literally hates us because we’re your guy friends” Nick would tell me in a fit of frustration as I would run into his arms crying over him breaking up with me.

“I know Nick, but I love him so much it hurts when he keeps playing this cat mouse game of wanting me then pushing me away” I would say wiping my tears

“He’s hurting you so fucking much you’re always sad, crying, never eating and your smile doesn’t shine the same anymore” Nick would tell me hugging me as I weeped

“God you’re right. I need to leave him, or figure this out” I would say

“I vote to leave him” Matt chimed in as he walked into the kitchen. I looked up and gave him a weak smile

“Like J Cole said you’re killing yourself to find a man that’ll kill for you” Chris added trying to lighten the mood

“Ew Chris shut the fuck up that was so embarrassing” Nick said giving him a dirty look

“Yeah that was really fucking gross” Matt said laughing at him

“Even though that was cringe I appreciate you trying to make me laugh” I told him as I laughed wiping my tears

Flashback over

That never would happen though. We would break up, I’d cry and say I’m leaving him, and then two days later we were back together like nothing happened. A pattern I know was pissing the triplets off, but he was my first everything I couldn’t leave him.

We were really good for three months, and then all of a sudden our issues came back. Constantly fighting, yelling, anxiety and trust issues came rushing back in.

I was so tired of having to tiptoe around him, scared that it would cause another crazy fight. He stopped coming over to the triplets house because Nick banned him after we got into yet another screaming match and he embarrassed me in front of them. Even after that I still stood with him like an absolute idiot, but man love will make you do crazy things.

I hadn’t seen my boyfriend for a few days, and I wanted to surprise him by taking him on a cute picnic at the park. It was what we did for our first date, so I thought this might make him reminisce and change how he was treating me. When we had good moments they were really great, and when they were bad they were really fucking bad. But I really wanted this date to help us fix our issues.

I had Ubered to the park because even though he agreed to the date he said he couldn’t pick me up. Which was weird, but I figured he was still mad at me over our argument.

The whole date he was being super dry and barely laughing at my usual jokes. He was constantly checking his phone, and when he was done answering his messages he would place his phone screen side down. Which was not his usual behavior, and this was giving me major anxiety, and I was starting to worry that he might be cheating on me.

“Why do you keep looking at your phone” I asked him eating a strawberry

“Can’t I look at my phone?” He said giving me a dirty look

“I mean you can, but I did this date for you, and you haven’t looked at me once, nor laughed at my jokes” I told him still looking at him

“No one told you to do this” he said nonchalantly

“What the fuck is really going on right now? Like I’m trying to fix our problems, and you’re being such a fucking dick” I told him starting to pack the food away

“There’s nothing wrong with our relationship, you just don’t know how to act, and you piss me off, so I get upset” he said looking down at his phone again

“Wow! You start about 85% of our arguments” I said laughing, hoping he was just joking with me, but to no surprise he’s still looking down at his phone texting someone

“I wouldn’t start them if you weren’t so fucking annoying” he said looking at me with a smug face

“You’re such a dick. I'M TRYING TO BE NICE” I told him getting a little loud, and he just ignores me looking down at his phone again

“Holy shit who the fuck are you texting” I said as i grabbed his phone, and looked down at the screen

Shelly💗👩🏼‍❤️‍💋‍👨🏻

I miss you so much when are you coming back?

Soon baby I’m just waiting for my homeboy to finish, so i can bring him home

My heart dropped to my stomach, and immediately I felt like throwing up reading these messages of him cheating on me. As tears welled in my eyes I looked up at him, and he seemed annoyed??

“What the fuck is this?” I said keeping my composure as my tears fell non stop

“Can’t you just mind your fucking business” he said snatching his phone away

“Mind my fucking business? I’m here trying to fix what we’ve had for four years, and you’re texting some other girl? And not only that but you’re lying to her! At least be a man and fucking own up to it. At least fucking break up with me, so you can be with her” I told him packing my purse up so I could leave

“Yeah I was planning and breaking up with you” he said still so calmly

“Yeah? And when were you going to do this? Whenever you want? Leave me stringing onto you, and having this false hope that we could actually work out” I told him as I wiped my tears.

“I was going to do it today” he said looking down

“Yeah sure you were. You’re such a fucking asshole” I said

“See! This is why I’m over you. You’re so fucking boring the same person since we were 17. You bring nothing good to me. I prayed day in and day out that you’d just leave me alone. Can’t you see my anger towards you I don’t love you anymore, and I haven’t loved you since we were 18” he said to me

“SO THEN WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU KEEP ME STRINGING ALONG FOR SO MANY YEARS” I yelled at him not caring if someone looked over at us

“Calm down” he said looking me dead in my eyes

“Fuck you, don’t tell me to calm down you piece of shit” I told him standing up getting ready to walk away

“Yeah well fuck you too run away just like you always do” he said also standing up

“We’re done. Don’t ever call me. Don’t ever come looking for me. I fucking hate you” I said wiping my tears

“I’m good off you. You don’t come looking for me because I know you can’t live without me” he said laughing in my face

I picked up some fruits and threw them at him, but before I could stomp away he grabbed his cup of wine and threw it at me. Splashing my face and all down my white shirt. I just looked at him as my face dropped, I threw some fruits, and I get a half of a cup of wine thrown at me completely destroying my makeup and my white shirt

“Go run away you whore” he said as he threw the cup in my direction

“Fuck you” was all I could say. I walked past him and brush past him, and as I did that he grabbed my arm harshly and shoved me away from him. Causing me to loose my balance, but not enough to throw me down

I just looked back at him. Truly trying to comprehend that he just put his hands on me. Tears just ran down my face as I stormed off

I ordered an Uber and texted Nick

-hey can I come over?

-of courseeee we’re actually so bored just watching a movie in the living room, and we miss you 😚

I hearted the message, and as I locked my phone the Uber pulled up. I gave her the address and she drove me there. Every so often taking glances at me, but seeing I didn’t want to talk as I had my eyes closed trying to control myself from having a breakdown

After a 20 minute drive I was at the triplets house. I hopped out and took my phone out of my back pocket. Nick had texted me he left the door unlocked for me, so I went to the front door, opening it, and then locking it.

I walked up the stairs and when I turned into the living room Nick practically jumped off the couch

“What the actual fuck Y/N” he said standing up. I looked at him and started sobbing

“He fucking cheated on me” I said as Nick grabbed me and took me to sit on the couch with them

“HE DID WHAT?” Chris said also sitting up

“He…he was cheating on me, and we broke up. He told me I was fucking boring and he hasn’t loved me since we were 18, and that all I do is run away from my problems, and I’m a whore” I said ugly sobbing into Nicks arms

“I got so fucking pissed at him I threw some fruits at him, and then he threw his cup of wine all over me” I said looking down at my soaked shirt

“What a fucking dick. I’ll fucking kill him I fucking swear” Matt said starting to stand up in anger

“The whole date he was on his phone and wouldn’t let me see, and he told me he’s been planning to break up with me, and that he didn’t care about the date because it wouldn’t fix anything. I should’ve known because he didn’t even pick me up for the date” I said as I started to slow down my crying

“He didn’t pick you up?, Y/N why the fuck would you even waste your time trying to go on a date” Nick said rubbing my back

“Because I loved him. I wanted us to work out so badly he was my everything” I said looking at Nick

“You shouldn’t have to beg for someone’s love” Chris said looking at me with a weak smile

“I know, but I hoped he would see why he fell in love with me” I said, wiping my eyes. Nicks eyes traveled to my arms, and suddenly he grabs my arm and looks shocked and saddened

“What the fuck is this?” He said, looking at my arm. I looked down and saw fingerprints bruising my skin from where he grabbed me harshly

“He fucking grabbed me and shoved me when I went to walk past him” I said looking down

“He fucking put his hands on you” they all said in unison, and to this I nodded my head

“Y/N I will fucking beat his ass. I’ll knock him out and send him to the fucking hospital” Nick said standing up in anger

“He’s done stuff like this before! Whenever we would argue he would grab me and shove me sometimes to the ground and other times just a small shove” I said looking up at them

“Y/N, I’m going to fucking find him. I’m going. I’m going to bash his fucking teeth in” Chris said looking for his keys

“Guys no please calm down. I’m done I really need you guys here with me” I said looking at them again

“No man should ever put his hands on a woman especially a woman he loves” Matt said

“Well he doesn’t love me” I said

“Doesn’t matter” Nick said

“I know. I appreciate you guys so much. I love you guys, and I’m so sorry I didn’t leave him sooner. I’m so fucking sorry.”

“Don’t apologize. We love you so much, and we’ll do everything to get you to forget about him and feel better” Nick said

“Thank you guys” I said giving them a smile

“Would a kiss help” Matt asked giving puppy eyes

I laughed and shook my head yes. They all came in giving me a big group hug and kissing me on the cheek

“Go shower kid, so we can watch a movie and forget about that small dick loser” Nick said giving me one last tight hug

“Small dick loser is right” I said getting up, and we all laughed at that

I showered and changed into a pair of Nick's pajama pants and shirt. We all sat on the couch and decided to watch a comedy movie while eating some snacks. Occasionally they would throw in extra commentary to make me laugh.

“I love you guys so so much. You have no idea how much yall mean to me” I said looking at them

“We fucking love you too” Nick said giving me one big hug

“You’re gonna find a man that’ll kill for you” Chris said laughing

“Chris enough with that corny joke” I said laughing

“There goes that smileeeeee” he said teasing me

We ended the night just joking and watching movies till we all eventually fell asleep in Nicks room.

I loved these kids so much<3

The End🥰

I loved writing this! Can’t wait to write some more, and if you have any recommendations on what you’d want to see next lmk in the comments🫶🏽 thankssss

-J💅🏽

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it can’t happen

November 6, 2021

Nick Suzuki knocked on her front door, Brinley stood up from the couch wrapping her cardigan tighter around her as she walked to the front door and opened the door seeing one of her best friends she smiled moving to the side letting him in.

Nick headed to the living room setting the takeout and wine on the coffee table as Brinley walked into the kitchen grabbing two wine glasses and walked back to the living room, she sat down on the couch next to Nick grabbing the fluffy blanket throwing it over both of them.

Brinely started opening the wine as Nick took out all the takeout boxes, Brinely poured both of them a large class of wine before getting her chopsticks and starting to eat some of the takeout.

The two have started this tradition a few years ago to just unwind and have a cheat meal and some wine, sometimes they end up gossiping the whole or watching a show but it is always very relaxing for the two to spend time together, and when Nick’s girlfriend Catherine is free she always comes too making the night even better.

The two finished eating the food eventually and was sitting in peaceful silence drinking their wine.

“You do know Cole has feelings for you right.” Nick suddenly asked out of nowhere.

Brinely choked on her wine coughing, “Jeez Nicky warn a girl would you?” Brinely coughed again catching her breath, Nick snickered slighty, “What do you mean has feelings.” Brinely looked over at Nick in pure puzzlement.

“You don’t know?” Nick looked at her shocked, Cole was obviously the whole team knew of his little crush within a few days and it didn’t help he loved to follow her around like a puppy and looked up at her with stars in his eyes.

“He doesn’t have feelings for me Nicky.” Brinely scoffed knowing there is no way Cole has feelings for her, “Besides i’m his Captain now i’m supposed to be guiding him, mentoring him not thinking if he might have feelings for me.”

Nick raised an eyebrow, “So you have no feelings for him?” Nick had a good feeling the two would be more in the future.

“He’s young Nick. He needs a friend.” Brinely sternly spoke not noticing she never answered the question but Nick did, he decided to let it go with a nod but would remember that for later.

[annieqattheperipheral]

I saw we have another Cwench (such a bad name I can’t even type it..) athlete. Cole Caulfield. I love Cole so that’s great. Like not in a Nate Mac love way but he’s a doll ha ha

A total doll! And i love his love for nick suzuki and his papa marty

Also like super fun to watch!! Habs future gonna be fun. I'm glad nate's made friends with him (I'm assuming he at least hopped on a zoom this summer with him and andy) that must mean he respects tf outta his game and killer shot. also i really hope they've met in person off the ice. A goddamn double-door stainless steel fridge next to a cute dorm room fridge now i rly need to see that

[thisisyourdriverspeaking]

It's the most iconic race in the world so it's deserved it's own post & playlist. I give you the all the drivers in the 2024 24 Hours of Le Mans racing tunes. Enjoy (even though this post is a little late). 😊

John Hartshorne (18th April 1957) - Malcolm Vaughan - The World Is Mine

Thomas Flohr (17th March 1960) - Bert Weedon - Big Beat Boogie

Claudio Schiavoni (14th November 1960) - Brenda Lee - I Want To Be Wanted

Satoshi Hoshino (7th April 1961) - Nat 'King' Cole - The World In My Arms

Johnny Laursen (16th February 1964) - Cliff Richard - Don't Talk To Him

George Kurtz (5th May 1965) - Pretty Things - Honey I Need

Hiroshi Koizumi (25th May 1969) - Marvin Gaye - I Heard It Through The Grapevine

Takeshi Kimura (22nd October 1970) - Tom Jones - I (Who Have Nothing)

Ben Keating (18th August 1971) - Gilbert O'Sullivan - We Will

John Falb (13th December 1971) - The Who - Let's See Action

Alexander Mattschull (2nd March 1972) - The Partridge Family - It's One Of Those Nights

Michael Wainwright (25th July 1973) - Stevie Wonder - You Are The Sunshine Of My Life

Rodrigo Sales (2nd November 1973) - Rod Stewart - Oh No Not My Baby

Ian James (22nd July 1974) - Main Ingredient - Just Don't Want To Be Lonely

Naveen Rao (21st May 1975) - Billy Swan - Don't Be Cruel

Giacomo Petrobelli (7th November 1975) - George Harrison - You

Hiroshi Hamaguchi (1st October 1976) - Smokey Robinson & The Miracles - Tears Of A Clown

Francois Perrodo (14th February 1977) - Fleetwood Mac - Go Your Own Way

Valentino Rossi (16th February 1979) - The Pretenders - Stop Your Sobbing

Sebastien Bourdais (28th February 1979) - Elvis Costello & The Attractions - Oliver's Army

Brendan Iribe (12th August 1979) - David Bowie - DJ

David Heinemeier Hansson (15th October 1979) - Secret Affair - Time For Action

Jenson Button (19th January 1980) - Rupert Holmes - Escape (The Pina Colada Song)

Scott Dixon (22nd July 1980) - Leo Sayer - More Than I Can Say

Ryan Hardwick (3rd October 1980) - Gladys Knight & The Pips - Taste Of Bitter Love

Frederic Makowiecki (22nd November 1980) - David Bowie - Fashion

Ahmad Al Harthy (31st August 1981) - Central Line - Walking Into Sunshine

Patrick Pilet (8th October 1981) - Orchestral Manoeuvres In The Dark - Souvenir

Andre Lotterer (19th November 1981) - The Four Tops - When She Was My Girl

Loic Duval (12th June 1982) - Danger Danger - Comin' Home

Jose Maria Lopez (26th April 1983) - Eurthymics - Love Is A Stranger

P.J Hyett (10th August 1983) - Shakin' Stevens - It's Late

Augusto Farfus (3rd September 1983) - Paul Young - Wherever I Lay My Hat (That's My Home)

Francois Heriau (25th October 1983) - Hot Streak - Body Work

Neel Jani (8th December 1983) - Robert Plant - In The Mood

Richard Lietz (17th December 1983) - Ann Breen - Pal Of My Cradle Days

Alessandro Pier Guidi (18th December 1983) - Black Lace - Superman

Oliver Jarvis (9th January 1984) - Lionel Richie - Running With The Night

James Cottingham (21st January 1984) - Pat Benatar - Love Is A Battlefield

Daniel Serra (24th February 1984) - Bourgie Bourgie - Breaking Point

Franck Perara (21st March 1984) - World Famous Supreme Team - Hey DJ

Nicolas Lapierre (2nd April 1984) - Rockwell - Somebody's Watching Me

Arnold Robin (7th October 1984) - Orange Juice - Lean Period

Matteo Cressoni (28th October 1984) - Tracey Ullman - Helpless

Nick Tandy (5th November 1984) - Paul McCartney - No More Lonely Nights

Robert Kubica (7th December 1984) - Meat Loaf - Nowhere Fast

Ben Hanley (22nd January 1985) - Bronski Beat - It Ain't Necessarily So

Filipe Albuquerque (13th June 1985) - Bruce Springsteen - Born In The USA

Salih Yoluc (22nd August 1985) - Maria Vidal - Body Rock

Renger Van Der Zande (16th February 1986) - The Damned - Eloise

Rahel Frey (23rd February 1986) - Madonna - Dress You Up

Maxime Martin (20th March 1986) - Dee C Lee - Come Hell Or Waters High

Paul Di Resta (16th April 1986) - Simple Minds - Sanctify Yourself

Romain Grosjean (17th April 1986) - Jim Diamond - Hi Ho Silver

Mathias Beche (28th June 1986) - Madonna - Live To Tell

Davide Rigon (26th August 1986) - Pam Hall - Dear Boopsie

Kamui Kobayashi (13th September 1986) - Modern Talking - Brother Louie

Rene Rast (26th October 1986) - Marti Webb & The Simon May Orchestra - Always There

Edoardo Mortara (12th January 1987) - Mick Karn - Buoy

Francesco Castellacci (4th April 1987) - Lionel Richie - Se La

Alex Malykhin (17th August 1987) - Total Contrast - Jody

Tom Van Rompuy (8th September 1987) - Marshall Hain - Dancin' In The City

Darren Leung (25th September 1987) - ABC - The Night You Murdered Love

Jean-Karl Vernay (31st October 1987) - Rick Astley - Whenever You Need Somebody

Nicky Catsburg (15th February 1988) - The Cure - Hot Hot Hot

Paul Lafarque (8th July 1988) - Natalie Cole - Everlasting

Daniel Mancinelli (23rd July 1988) - Maxi Priest - Wild World

Colin Braun (22nd September 1988) - The Beatmasters & PP Arnold - Burn It Up

Kevin Estre (28th October 1988) - Bobby McFerrin - Don't Worry By Happy

Sebastien Buemi (31st October 1988) - Robert Palmer - She Makes My Day

Miguel Molina (17th February 1989) - Big Country - Peace In Our Time

Sarah Bovy (15th May 1989) - Royal House ft Ian Star - A Better Way

Christopher Mies (24th May 1989) - Swing Out Sister - You On My Mind

James Calado (13th June 1989) - Robert Palmer - Change His Ways

Matt Bell (5th November 1989) - Erasure - Drama!

Marco Wittmann (24th November 1989) - D Mob Introducing Cathy Dennis - C'mon And Get My Love

Brendon Hartley (10th November 1989) - Phil Collins - Another Day In Paradise

Mirko Bortolotti (10th January 1990) - Inner City - Whatcha Gonna Do With My Lovin'

Andrea Caldarelli (14th February 1990) - The Beloved - Hello

Stephane Richelmi (17th March 1990) - David A Stewart ft Candy Dulfer - Lily Was Here

Ollie Millroy (21st April 1990) - Lloyd Cole - Don't Look Back

Jean-Eric Vergne (25th April 1990) - MC Duke - The Final Conflict

Earl Bamber (9th July 1990) - Luciano Pavarotti - Nessun Dorma

Michael Christensen (28th August 1990) - DNA ft Suzanne Vega - Tom's Diner

Marco Sorensen (6th September 1990) - Happy Mondays - Step On

Matthias Kaiser (22nd January 1991) - Alexander O'Neal - All True Man

Jack Hawksworth (28th February 1991) - Patsy Cline - I Fall To Pieces

Ryan Cullen (26th March 1991) - The Bee Gees - Secret Love

Ben Barker (23rd April 1991) - Inspiral Carpets - Caravan

Daniel Juncadella (7th May 1991) - Pet Shop Boys - Where The Streets Have No Name

Laurens Vanthoor (8th May 1991) - Vic Reeves & The Roman Numerals - Born Free

Jordan Taylor (10th May 1991) - K-Klass - Rhythm Is A Mystery

Will Stevens (28th June 1991) - Divinyls - I Touch Myself

Klaus Bachler (27th July 1991) - Amy Grant - Baby Baby

Robin Frijns (7th August 1991) - Voice Of The Beehive - Monsters And Angels

Jakub Smiechowski (11th October 1991) - Gloria Estefan - Live For Loving You

Paul-Loup Chatin (19th October 1991) - Oleta Adams - Don't Let The Sun Go Down On Me

Harry Tincknell (29th October 1991) - Public Enemy - Can't Truss It

Nicolas Costa (14th November 1991) - Love And Money - Winter

Rene Binder (1st January 1992) - James - Sound

Nico Muller (25th February 1992) - Texas - Alone With You

Stoffel Vandoorne (26th March 1992) - The Charlatans - Weirdo

Zacharie Robichon (31st May 1992) - Michael Jackson - In The Closet

Norman Nato (8th July 1992) - KWS - Please Don't Go

Felipe Nasr (21st August 1992) - Luther Vandross & Janet Jackson - The Best Things In Life Are Free

Alex Lynn (17th September 1993) - Pet Shop Boys - Go West

Pipo Derani (12th October 1993) - Salt-N-Pepa - Shoop

Antonio Giovinazzi (14th December 1993) - Brian May - Last Horizon

Michelle Gatting (31st December 1993) - Belinda Carlisle - Lay Down Your Arms

Alex Riberas (27th January 1994) - Peabo Bryson & Regina Belle - A Whole New World

Ryo Hirakawa (7th March 1994) - Morrissey - The More You Ignore Me, The Closer I Get

Giorgio Roda (18th March 1994) - Urban Cookie Collective - Sail Away

Daniil Kvyat (26th April 1994) - Roxette - Sleeping In My Car

Mathieu Jaminet (24th October 1994) - Take That - Sure

Matthieu Vaxiviere (3rd December 1994) - Sophie B Hawkins - Don't Don't Tell Me No

Raffaele Marciello (17th December 1994) - PJ & Duncan - Eternal Love

Mikkel Jensen (31st December 1994) - Pearl Jam - Spin The Black Circle

Nyck De Vries (6th February 1995) - M People - Open Your Heart

Matt Campbell (17th February 1995) - MN8 - I've Got A Little Something For You

Alessio Rovera (22nd June 1995) - Pizzaman - Sex On The Streets

Charlie Eastwood (11th August 1995) - Oasis - Some Might Say

Jack Aitken (23rd September 1995) - Vanessa Williams - Colours Of The Wind

Dennis Olsen (14th April 1996) - Oasis - Supersonic

Antonio Fuoco (20th May 1996) - Kavana - Crazy Chance

Matteo Cairoli (1st June 1996) - Gloria Estefan - Reach

Kelvin Van Der Linde (20th June 1996) - Blur - Charmless Man

James Allen (4th July 1996) - Gina G - Ooh Aah.. Just A Little Bit

Larry Ten Voorde (2nd November 1996) - Los Del Rio - Macarena

Sean Gelael (1st November 1996) - Huff & Puff - Help Me Make It

Ben Barnicoat (20th December 1996) - Phil Collins - Dance Into The Light

Mikkel O.Pedersen (26th January 1997) - The Prodigy - Poison

Nicklas Nielsen (6th February 1997) - Kavana - I Can Make You Feel Good

Ben Tuck (3rd March 1997) - Space - Dark Clouds

Alex Palou (1st April 1997) - Spice Girls - Who Do You Think You Are

Louis Deletraz (22nd April 1997) - Michelle Gayle - Sensational

Ferdinand Habsburg (20th June 1997) - Sneaker Pimps - Six Underground

Laurents Horr (11th September 1997) - Refugee Allstars & Lauryn Hill - The Sweetest Thing

Frederik Schandorff (26th December 1997) - Course - Best Love

Dries Vanthoor (20th April 1998) - Ultra - Say You Do

Erwan Bastard (9th June 1998) - Solid Harmonie - I Want You To Want Me

Job Van Uitert (10th October 1998) - Ultra - The Right Time

Callum Ilott (11th November 1998) - Culture Club - I Just Wanna Be Loved

Mick Schumacher (22nd March 1999) - Men Of Vizion - Do You Feel Me? (Freak You)

Marino Sato (12th May 1999) - Melky Sedeck - Raw

Sheldon Van Der Linde (13th May 1999) - Busta Rhymes ft Janet Jackson - What's It Gonna Be?

Fabio Scherer (13th June 1999) - Bjork - All Is Full Of Love

Riccardo Pera (4th July 1999) - Salt Tank - Dimension

Julien Andlauer (5th July 1999) - Luscious Jackson - Ladyfingers

Phil Hanson (5th July 1999) - Tina Cousins - Forever

Ritomo Miyata (10th August 1999) - Lolly - Viva La Radio

Robert Shwartzman (16th September 1999) - Paul Johnson - Get Get Down

Bent Viscaal (18th September 1999) - Supergrass - Moving

Rui Andrade (23rd September 1999) - Lauryn Hill - Everything Is Everything

Gregoire Saucy (26th December 1999) - Holly Johnson - The Power Of Love

Scott Huffaker (28th December 1999) - Leann Rimes - Crazy

Felipe Drugovich (23rd May 2000) - Mel C & Lisa 'Left Eye' Lopes - Never Be The Same Again

Timur Boguslavskiy (30th April 2000) - Andreas Johnson - Glorious

Yifei Ye (16th June 2000) - Peter Lazonby - Sacred Cycles

Sebastian Baud (6th July 2000) - Morgan - Flying High

Oliver Rasmussen (6th November 2000) - Texas - In Demand

Nicolas Varrone (6th November 2000) - Darude - Feel The Beat

Jean-Baptiste Simmenauer (19th November 2000) - Robbie Williams & Kylie Minogue - Kids

Clement Novalak (23rd December 2000) - Kandi - Don't Think I'm Not

Alex Quinn (29th December 2000) - Britney Spears - Stronger

Simon Mann (10th February 2001) - ATB ft York - The Fields Of Love

Roman De Angelis (15th February 2001) - Ash - Shining Light

Charles Milesi (4th March 2001) - Spooks - Things I've Seen

Joel Sturm (28th November 2001) - Dido - Hunter

Frederik Vesti (13th January 2002) - Westlife - Queen Of My Heart

Olli Caldwell (11th June 2002) - Sugababes - Freak Like Me

Bijoy Garg (15th July 2002) - The Prodigy - Baby's Got A Temper

Antonio Serravalle (18th September 2002) - Nore - Nothin'

Reshad De Gerus (1st July 2003) - Flaming Lips - Fight Test

Malthe Jakobsen (29th October 2003) - Sheryl Crow - The First Cut Is The Deepest

Carl Bennett (2nd September 2004) - Stonebridge ft Therese - Put Em High

Esteban Masson (18th September 2004) - Easyworld - How Did It Ever Come To This

Nico Pino (21st September 2004) - Kylie Minogue - Slow

Kyffin Simpson (9th October 2004) - The 411 - Dumb

Nolan Siegel (8th November 2004) - Kaiser Chiefs - I Predict A Riot

Lorenzo Fluxa (23rd November 2004) - Daniel Bedingfield - Nothing Hurts Like Love

Jonas Ried (18th December 2004) - Natasha Bedingfield - Unwritten

Vladislav Lomko (27th December 2004) - Electric Six - Radio Gaga

Morris Schuring (20th February 2005) - Keane - Bedshaped

Maceo Capietto (12th January 2006) - James Blunt - Goodbye My Lover

Conrad Laursen (11th May 2006) - Beyonce ft Slim Thug - Check On It

And here is the link to the playlist 😊

[kiri-cuts]

Wooing a dreamboat's grave in "Lisa Frankenstein"

Warning! Spoilers! If you’re my type of person, then you likely relate to a scene in ‘Lisa Frankenstein” where Lisa (Kathryn Newton) steps awkwardly into a party and immediately recoils in disinterest at its prospects: Normies, popular people, jocks, bad jokes and even worse conversation. Awash in a sea of coddled conformity and vanilla personalities, Lisa wants to disappear. And she does – via a drink spiked with PCP and its vile consequences. 

The scene is in stark contrast to an earlier one, which establishes Lisa as a romantic goth whose happy place is to sit beneath the handsome bust of an expired hottie’s grave and read poetry to it. Dead or not, Lisa is in deep with the dead. Her comfort zone isn’t with people. Hell, it’s not even amongst the living. All she needs is the fantasy of a cute guy – pulse be damned. For many teen girls, dead celebrities make for the perfect untainted crush: Kurt Cobain, Heath Ledger, Brittany Murphy, Tupac, River Phoenix, Elliott Smith Aaliyah, James Dean, Jeff Buckley, Anton Yelchin. For decades (hell, probably centuries), teen girls have been able to project their fantasies onto the pin-ups of the formerly living – the more tragic, the better. Dead celebrities can’t age, make gross missteps, or date someone you hate. As a result, they can never disappoint you or let you down. They simply remain beautiful and idealised – a butterfly pinned within a frame. “Lisa Frankenstein” takes this fantasy to the ideal next level. Lisa’s wooing of a corpse and her unbridled passion for him is so gigantic it’s almost a cosmic event. Sure, it’s the lightning bolt of a storm that wakes The Creature (Cole Sprouse). But to anybody who’s ever swooned so hard that their heart has felt big enough to swallow the whole universe, there’s an obvious truth: Lisa’s love was so electric that it woke the dead. 

Stories rarely allow women to not only fantasise in this way but to take the opportunity to make their fantasy flesh. There are countless stories about lonely, misunderstood, and horny men who see their most potent sexual and romantic dream babes conjured into a living, breathing fuck machine: “Weird Science”, “Ex Machina”... “Splice” (though, good grief, how I wish that last one didn’t go there). While other movies like “Poor Things” and “Frankenhooker” approach this tale from a perspective that pokes holes in such tropes and empowers the object of affection, such a story nonetheless persists. Outside of an episode of “Sabrina the Teenage Witch” where Sabrina uses a dubious ‘Man Dough’ recipe from her chronically single aunts to create a date for the dance, I’m stumped as to recall any others. (Since I know you’re intrigued, Sabrina adds too much enthusiasm into the mix, and a supremely cute but overly perky Brian Austin Green pops out of the oven like a young Nick Cage on “Wogan”. He’s no Harvey Kinkle, that’s for sure). In “Lisa Frankenstein”, our titular heroine very actively indulges her romantic and sexual feelings toward The Creature. Tongueless and speechless throughout the film, Sprouse’s character exists solely for Lisa’s gratification. As she helps rebuild and restore him to the living, she also restores herself. Previously, Lisa, too, had developed reactive mutism following the murder of her mother. But with The Creature, she confidently begins to get her voice back – even if she does use it to enthusiastically encourage the occasional cold-blooded murder (hey, nobody’s perfect). 

By the end, it’s just like my boy Nietsche says: She who fucks a monster might take care lest she become a monster. Except Lisa’s pretty okay with having the abyss gaze back into her. That abyss is her happy place, and that monster is her boo. This is the place where poetry becomes born into flesh and blood, creating the cutest boy she could have ever hoped to have sewn a severed penis onto. A place where love – even the mere fantasy of it – is all a person needs to sustain them. Pulse be damned.

[brf-rumortrackinganon]

Bower's Revenge: Confirmed

Harry supported or endorsed Meghan's Vanity Fair article. (But we all knew that anyway because he didn’t dump her when it came out.)

"Contrary to Omid Scobie's assertion that Meghan wanted 'to tell the world "I'm in love" and did the 'interview with Harry's blessing,' Kashner arrived in the pouring rain at Meghan's home knowing that his interviewee was under strict orders from both Harry and Keleigh Thomas Morgan. Aware that Diana and Sarah Ferguson had destroyed themselves in interviews, Harry had ordered Meghan to maintain tight-lipped silence about sensitive subjects - Donald Trump, race, their relationship and especially himself. He was not to be mentioned." (p157)

Meghan is a kleptomaniac.

Bower writes that she took the shoes from the Reitman’s photoshoot. He also kinda dances around the possibility that she may have taken items from her time with the royals for future profit – whether hers or others’ – which the BRF knew about or suspected, hence why she never got any substantial loans from The Queen or William (for Diana's pieces).

Meghan hated her engagement ring from the word "yes" and has wanted to redesign it immediately. #noshitcaptainobvious

“Harry gave her a ring that he had commissioned, with two of Diana’s diamonds set in yellow Botswana gold. He was particularly proud of his design. Meghan did not conceal her excitement, even though she was secretly determined to have the ring redesigned as soon as possible.” (p156)

Meghan convinced Harry to go off his meds and stop therapy.

Bower confirms that Harry was in therapy or receiving mental health care that was working well before he met Meghan and that Meghan either convinced him to reconsider or introduced him to more holistic homeopathic remedies for his mental wellness.

Meghan cheated on Cory with Rory/other golf players.

“’I saw Rory McIlroy. I walked over and he was with Meghan Markle…’ By midnight, as the golfer and Meghan were photographed sitting close together, Fitzpatrick was hosting a party of 20. The following morning, McIlroy arrived at the Ringwood golf course 30 miles away to play in a new competition. Worse for wear after a hectic night, he fell back to 101st place. Nevertheless, he refused to sleep as usual near the golf course to be ready the following day. Instead he drove back to New York to see Meghan. His performance suffered. ‘I wasn’t quite on my game,’ he confessed. ‘I was enjoying myself.’” (p67)

“Asked by Cory Vitiello whether she was having a relationship with McIlroy, Meghan insisted their time together was innocent.” (p68) #birdsflyandmeghanlies

“Meghan left the hotel for dinner with Rory McIlroy at the upmarket restaurant Fade Street Social. She was spotted looking ‘smitten,’ gazing intently at McIlroy. ‘They sat beside each other looking very cozy and chatted all night,’ reported Alexandra Ryan in a newspaper gossip column. That was Meghan’s third night in Dublin. On a previous night John Fitzpatrick would describe his dinner with her, and later implied that she and McIlroy had secretly met. Meghan’s Irish friends assumed that she and McIlroy had also met unseen, earlier during her visit.” (p70)

Meghan wanted to be a sports WAG; Harry was a last option when the athletes weren’t interested.

Bower confirms that Meghan went after several athletes while dating Cory, including both Rory McIlroy and Ashley Cole.

Meghan wanted to be a TV chef/foodie so she hooked up with Cory to achieve legitimacy in that realm.

“…Nick Ede, a fixer paid by Sunshine Sachs to book her appearance at the TV gala, had also arranged for her to meet Jonathan Shalit, a successful and likeable TV agent. ‘I want to be a TV celebrity chef like Gordon Ramsay,’ Meghan told Shalit in his office. Or, she volunteered, she would be happy to appear in any other non-scripted TV show. Shalit was excited. She was charming, good-looking, and admired by the small audience for Suits. He was unaware that while Meghan liked eating good food, her cooking skills were limited. Other than blender-made vegetable soup her specialties were plain pasta, roast chicken, barbecued hamburgers and steak. The rest of her food was bought ready-made. Rather than cook, she imagined fronting a TV program to tour the world tasting food.” (p61)

Meghan demanded many versions of the banana bread for the Aussie block party from Admiral House’s kitchen team and passed it off the next day as her own bake.

See above.

Meghan doesn’t really have any Hollywood friends. They are all PR acquaintances with quid pro quo.

“Over the next few days, [Sam Kashner, the VF author] called those who Meghan had recommended as her friends. Serena Williams denied she was Meghan’s friend but just an acquaintance.” (p159)

Harry adopted Meghan’s American wokeism personality, which lost him all his friends.

Harry proposed LONG before the engagement was announced.

Bower writes that Harry proposed while the Queen was at Balmoral and before the Vanity Fair interview, which would’ve been sometime July 2017. They received the Queen’s formal approval for the engagement in late October 2017.

Which is a verrrrry different story than the one Harry tells in Spare…Harry says he proposed in October after getting the Queen’s approval and they announced it 2 weeks later.

Direct quotes from Bower in the inconsistencies post 4 posts back.

Harry and Meghan intended for the Sussex Royal charity to be profitable and pay for their lives.

Bower writes that how the foundation was organized went against Meghan’s intentions, which caused a tantrum because it removed her from the foundation’s direct oversight and leadership. Bower also alleges that Meghan was angry over not having any say in who the foundation’s appointed directors were.

Meghan is a fauxmanitarian, doesn’t really believe in supporting humanitarian causes altruistically.

Bower writes that Vanity Fair couldn’t confirm or substantiate the charity work Meghan claimed in the interview she did and therefore did not include her charity work in the article. The VF author agreed and supported this after Revenge was published.

Meghan never intended to be a part of the BRF, she always wanted to cut and run as soon as she could.

“Unwilling to grasp that she could not share the spotlight with the Queen, Meghan had accelerated her return to California.” (p380)

Meghan has and has had several aliases on social media.

Meghan schemed and entrapped Harry by preying on his emotional vulnerability.

“Since she had carefully researched Harry’s life, Meghan kenw exactly how to make him feel loved and appreciated. So long as she looked at him with intense affection and trust, she would not trigger his insecurity or paranoia. To reassure him that he was admired for himself she would tell him what he wanted to hear, especially about the importance of his ambitions and principles.” (p122)

Meghan pockets the donations to Archewell for herself.

Bower writes that the secrecy of Delaware’s laws for charities and foundations meant that owners/creators are in control of any money used, earned, received and that foundations/charities have no obligations to report any monies received. Bower also specifically says that they intended to use Archewell as their income.

Meghan cheated on Cory with Harry.

Bower says that Meghan was furious at Sunshine Sachs over the VF article printing that she met Harry in May 2016 and demanded they fix it. VF later issued a correction that the Sussexes met in July 2016.

Bower also says that Meghan broke up with Cory after spending time with Harry and “Two weeks later [from the bananagram IG photo on 3 July 2016] Harry secretly flew to Toronto. He stayed for about one week in the house of a friend of Meghan’s, probably Jessica Mulroney. With Cory still sharing her home, the situation for Meghan was tricky by manageable.” (p122)

Meghan manipulated Harry to release the KP statement by preying on his fears and anxiety of Diana being harassed / stalked to death by the paps.

“For her part Meghan knew by then that she was pushing a man eager for revenge against the media and his family. … Even more pertinently he blamed Diana’s death on the media. Feeling ‘deeply disappointed’ that he had been unable to protect his mother he eagerly declared war against his enemy – the newspapers – to protect Meghan. Nothing could be done without the assistance of his key aide, Jason Knauf. ... In order to pacify Meghan’s anger, Knauf agreed to issue a statement on Harry’s behalf damning the media for their description of Meghan. Harry dictated the sentiments for Knauf to fashion into a statement. Committing Knauf to a conundrum, Meghan demanded that the statement should reflect the parallel between her potential fate and Diana’s. Knauf suggested that over-dramatizing Meghan’s distress would backfire but Harry was adamant. If Meghan’s wish to be equated with Diana was not satisfied, insisted Harry, he would probably lose her. Knauf acquiesced.” (p135)

Meghan wanted a bigger, emerald tiara for the wedding.

“No member of Buckingham Palace’s staff is closer to the Queen than Angela Kelly…Kelly’s many duties included caring for the royal collection of tiaras. Invited to the palace’s secure room, Meghan alighted on a tiara sparkling with emeralds. Her choice was approved by Harry. Kelly suggested that its Russian origin made it unsuitable. Harry became angry.”

Also confirmed by Harry in Spare.

Meghan never wanted to do the Fiji market visit. She wanted to lay out at the hotel with Jess all day but was forced to keep the engagement. She bailed after 10 minutes for “security” purposes.

Bower writes that Meghan had some kind of falling out with UN Women and was angry that they were involved in the Fiji market or were supporting her visit.

It sounds like Meghan wanted the same UN Women gig that Emma Watson had and quit the partnership when it didn’t happen.

Meghan was emotionally / verbally abusive to Charlotte during bridesmaid dress fitting.

“[Meghan] was uninterested in royal tradition [girls wearing tights]. Her insistence was supported by Jessica Mulroney, present as an advisor and the mother of another bridesmaid, Ivy. Some would say that Meghan compared Ivy favorably against Charlotte. Others were surprised by Meghan’s close attachment to Mulroney.” (p189, iPhone version)

Meghan yelled at/bullied Cambridge staff.

“By then, Kate was irritated by complaints of Meghan bullying her staff.” (p189, iPhone version)

Harry and Meghan bungled Archie’s birth announcement to earn a profit from it.

“To build up Meghan’s profile in America, Oprah Winfrey and Gayle King had an exclusive agreement with Meghan to produce a glowing CBS TV documentary about her first year of marriage. It would be transmitted at peak time, soon after the birth of her baby. In exchange, Meghan guaranteed that no other TV network would get access to her or the child…Harry agreed that Buckingham Palace be given no choice. CBS would be given the exclusive rights to film the Queen being introduced to baby Archie.” (p262, iPhone version)

Charles fled Windsor after Philip’s funeral to avoid dealing with Harry.

“After [Philip’s funeral] service, eager for signs of reconciliation, the media seized on Kate’s maneuver to engineer a conversation between [William and Harry]. Cameras followed them as they walked up the hill towards the castle....The three princes spoke briefly before Charles drove to his cottage in the Brecon Beacons in Wales. William was handed the burden of rescuing the monarchy from the damage caused by his brother” (p.356-357, iPhone version)

Harry’s Home Office lawsuit will be used as an excuse to avoid the Jubilee and/or public acknowledgement of the Sussexes’ demotion.

“Although the Queen had invited Harry and Meghan to join the nation’s extravaganza [Platinum Jubilee], the couple appeared to seek reasons to avoid humiliation. As private citizens they could not expect to be invited on to the Buckingham Palace balcony or ride in the carriages. Isolated on the periphery, the image would undermine their royal status in America. To forge a valid excuse, Harry applied to the High Court in London for an order to compel the Metropolitan Police to provide protection for himself during his visit or allow him to pay for police protection. Predictably, his $400,000 case failed. As a private citizen harry was told he could not force the government to provide police protection.” (p371, iPhone version)

Harry to betray his family in memoirs.

“Most Britons could not understand Harry’s hostility towards his country and family…No one realized how his hostility had grown during his conversations with John Moehringer, the ghost-writer of his memoirs. To secure vast sales and recoup the huge advance, the publishers had encouraged Harry to criticize his family in the most extreme terms possible. Easily persuaded, Harry edge towards betraying his father, Camilla, the Cambridges and even the Queen. And then the deed was done. To earn out the publisher’s advance, nothing and no one had been sacrosanct.” (p.372, iPhone version)

And alllll of Spare.

Sussex children to be used for access / prominent placement at the jubilee.

Bower writes, “But festering was their fury that the Palace had refused all of their demands for a prominent role at the Jubilee in return for returning to Britain with their children.” (p379, iPhone version)

Secret Windsor meeting in April 2022 to discuss return for the jubilee.

“To achieve this goal [Harry and Meghan to appear on Buckingham Palace’s balcony with the Queen during Jubilee celebrations] Harry badgered the Queen’s resistant advisors. When this failed he asked the Queen if he could visit her in Windsor on his way to the Netherlands. To secure her agreement, Harry appeared to give the impression that the meeting would offer an ‘olive branch’ to ‘clear the air’…[It] was civilized but failed to resolve the fraught relations created by their Oprah Winfrey interview.” (p378, iPhone version)

[coleskingdom]

Mine Pt 5

The promo

Genre Smut

Jay White x reader

Warnings NSFW Minors DNI

I came back from being in glam for my first on screen segment. I had just put on the gold heels that were easily the most expensive uncomfortable shoes I’ve ever owned. I appraised myself in the mirror, the gold switchblade really setting off the black ensemble. “ There’s my girl” Jay smiling as I turned around, the leather jacket in his hands. “Here let me put it on you” He put the jacket on me, and came around to turn me back to the mirror. “Is it too much?” I ask, I look like a person I don’t recognize. “You look fucking amazing. It’s perfect you’ll get used to it, then when you come back through the curtain you become you again….thats who I’m in love with. Though if this alter ego ever wants to play I wouldn’t tell her no.” His wink made me laugh. “ Are you going to be able to superkick in any of this? “ I turned into the move resting my heel on his shoulder. “Well that’s some move you got there. I apologize for ever doubting the ability of your kick.” He moved my leg to around his waist grinning pulling me forward into him. “ I don’t know that I can do this. I’ve never been a character.” My forehead resting on his, he dropped my leg, putting his arms around me. “I won’t let you fail, I’ve got you. If not me the boys have got you.”he said.

As if on cue, Matt , Nick, Cole and Page, walked in. “Hey, Ospreay is here for his match he wanted to see if it was okay if he came in.” Matt said. A grin broke out on my face. Matt stuck his head into the hallway, and Will came in “Holy shit, you’ve always been beautiful but this this is something else” Will said I could hear Jay inhale but instead of ripping into him, “ She is isn’t she.” He agreed. The rest of us let out the breath we’d been holding. “ You’ll kill it out there love” giving me a hug “ I think I’m opening the show, I’ll be in gorilla watching, we should go out and celebrate after.” He left the locker room. “He’s a cheeky fucker isn’t he. “ Jay said somewhere between annoyed and amused.

We ran through how everything was going to go. I wasn’t going to have to speak, just stand there. Jay was going to take the lead in an explanation that flirted the kayfabe reality line a little to closely but given everything it was for the best. A worried look passed Jays face “ Guys if something happens out there just get her out of the ring and safe.”

Matt “What do you think is going to happen?”

“ I’m just thinking if I’m Finlay and I’m at risk of losing Bullet Club and have been humiliated in the dirt sheets. I’m going to attack tonight, and I’m coming full force. Fuck how did I not see this coming.” He’s pacing now like a caged animal

“Should I stay back here?” I asked cautiously The chorus of No’s rang in the locker room.

Just then Tony knocked on the door, “It’s time” his big smile not matching the room. I feel the weight of everything on my shoulders, I gripped jays hand tighter, Matt and Page directly behind us, and Nick and Cole behind them. Jay kissed my hand and I felt Matt’s hands on my shoulder, the original Bullet Club music hit. The crowd exploded, but I found my eyes scanning the arena. Jay and Page sat on the ropes to let me in, I entered followed by the guys. Jay is talking when six men jump the barrier and enter the ring. Why did Jay have to be right this time? Each of the war dogs has one of the guys , a war dog has Jay in a hold and Finlay takes his microphone.

. “Hi Princess remember me?” Finlay sneers, “ I’m actually surprised you had the courage to run out on me, at our wedding but don’t worry my boys and I had a really good time at the reception.” I step to the side of the ring knowing that I have to grab a mic. I reach for the mic and my eyes lock on Jays and I know I have to do this.

“ You know what’s funny David, you may have had fun at our reception with a coked up pop tart, but on our wedding night I was learning to breathe with the switchblade “ the crowd reacting to the realness of the statement. “ I have never seen a more impotent leader of bullet club David, hell it’s only a matter of time before the rest of your dogs realize what a bitch you really are.”

Danger flashes in David’s dead eyes, “ You really have them all fooled don’t you, that they think you’re something special when you’re just a ring rat with her daddies money. “ he smirked

“Oh the irony of a fifth generation wrestler who can’t even get himself over, even with the power of the club behind you. You are pathetic.” I see over David’s shoulder that Jay has almost got his guy off of him.

“ I’m going to make sure that you beg me to stop beating Jay. It’s going to be a pleasure as I break his body down with you ringside watching me do it.” I start walking away from him shaking my head, the rage and humiliation taking hold I pause I turn back and dropped him with a Superkick. The dogs let go of the boys and were on Finlay, Nick got me out of the ring and back up the ramp, I watched as the guys trade punches with the war dogs and kicked them out of the ring. The punches looked stiff and I was worried but they were on the way back up the ramp and we came through the tunnel and Kenny waved smiled and walk away.

“ Tony , what the fuck was that?” Jay yelled, “Kenny said it was a work.” Tony said “He was back here in gorilla the whole time.” “ God damn it, it was a fucking shoot, why would we do that to her? Why would we have her go toe to toe with Finlay.” Jay fuming “ it’s okay, I’m okay I think” I said trying to get Jay to calm down.

“ Actually it was pretty fun, how did it look?” I asked Tony smiled “ it looked fantastic honestly I thought it was planned.”

We walked back to the locker room, Colten and Austin were on their phones, “hey bullet club gold is trending along with coked up pop tart and breathe with the switchblade colton said. “Oh shit, I can’t believe I said that.” I tried to laugh “You also called him an impotent bitch” Austin chimed in.

The tension broke and everyone laughed, “Then it was like the power of hbk came over you when you hit that kick, he actually dropped “ Cole said “ I want to know if her shoe print is tattooed on his face” Page said “ Next time we can make you a thumb tack heel “ Matt offered.

“ I’m so fucking proud of you. “ Jay said putting his arm around me kissing me on the cheek.

“ Guys, I think I’m done for the night.” I said “ I just want to get back to the hotel.”

“ So she can breathe with the switchblade “ Colton said.

“I’m never going to live that down am I ?” I started to further explain I could feel my cheeks turn red

“Not for a while sweetheart, now gentlemen you heard the lady, we are done for the evening. Colton grab our bags”

I got a hug from each of the guys as we walked out to the car. In the car I reached for Jays hand. “ You okay?” I asked him, “Yeah you shouldn’t have been out there in that position but I’m so fucking proud of you. You’re gonna have to watch it back, when you said breathe with the switchblade I popped and the crowd popped. “ I smiled, “ Hey what’s wrong? “ he asked as I squeezed his hand in mine realizing I’ve been using it as my grounding point. “ Nothing, I just have never loved anyone as much as I love you.” looking at him. The rest of the car ride was quiet, the ride up the elevator was quiet.

Once in our room Jay dropped the bags, he stalks back towards me. He reaches me in only a few steps, his body colliding with mine as our lips meet. He doesn't stop moving, walking me backward until my back is pressed up against the door, and then he pins me against it, his lips hungry and forceful. I kiss him back the same way, going up onto my tiptoes to try to get more as my hands roam over his muscled shoulders and back. I slide my fingers through his hair, gripping his head as if I need something to hold me steady as his tongue delves into my mouth. "Fuck," I gasp into his mouth as he nips at my bottom lip with his teeth.

He makes a noise in his throat and soothes the sting away with his tongue before sealing his mouth over mine again. His hands are just as restless as mine are, seeming unable to settle any-where. He slides them over my sides, my arms, groping my breasts, kneading my ass. It's like he's trying to touch me everywhere at once, and every bit of skin that his rough palms travel over lights up like it's on fire.

"Oh god," I whimper as he wrenches his lips away from mine, trailing hot kisses along my jaw.

"Not quite." He scrapes his teeth over the column of my throat, making me shiver. "No god would do the things I'm planning to do to you,sweetheart but your fiancée would. "

The promise in his tone makes me shiver, and when he captures my mouth again, I moan. He hooks one of my legs beneath the knee, lifting it to give himself better access as he grinds against me. He's so fucking hard, the bulge of his cock straining against his pants, and I roll my hips against him, more desperate than I've ever felt in my life. He slips the jacket over my shoulders , I raise my arms so he can take off the tank. He sucks in a breath as he sees the black lace bra, and the necklace resting between my breasts. He unhooks my bra in the back, pulling away just long enough to slide it down my arms and get rid of it. Then his mouth is on my breasts, switching between them as he sucks and teases my nipples. I whimper as sparks shoot through me, electric currents of pleasure traveling straight down to my clit.

Breathing hard, I reach down to fumble with the button and fly of his pants. He moves my hands

“ Not yet, sweetheart , I have a much better plan, I said I was going to take care of you and I am.” He kneels in front of me, removing each of my heels delicately, slowly he moves his hands back up my legs as he reaches for the button of my jeans and works them down my hips and I step out of them. Jay stands taking off his jacket, his shirt, I can’t take my eyes off of him, his chiseled chest, his abs I draw in another breath.

“ follow me, sweetheart, I want you to ride my face?” as he laid down on the bed. “ You what!?” I stumbled over my words “ You heard me, I can tell you did your breathing changed, I want you dripping on my face, I want every drop of you on my tongue, that only happens if you’re sitting right here” he tapped his bottom lip. He reaches for my hand,

“ Take off the last piece of lace, sweetheart .” I take them off giving him a show bending down as I took them off. He groans. I get on to the bed straddling Jay, he moves me into position his hands on my hips guiding me. He tugs on my hips, getting me lower. “ wait wait, you still have to breathe.” “Sweetheart you already take my breath away come on baby sit on my face let me taste you.”

I let him position me where he wants me, I’m rewarded with him licking me with the flat of his tongue on my clit again again and again before he stiffened his tongue and started to fuck me with it. “Jay” he pulls me down further on his face I start to rock my hips matching the thrust of his tongue my thighs start to tremble around his head, my moans fill the room and my hand reaches down to grab his hair. “Jay I’m going to….” He changes his focus back to just my clit, his mouth began to suck on it hard, my pussy clinched and I came hard and soaked his face and he began licking me as I came down.

“Oh my God” my muscles are relaxed as I roll off of him collapsing on the bed he rolls on his side a grin on his face. My eyes on his jeans that show his hard cock, “ Greedy girl” he chuckles as he takes off his clothes.

He lays his body over mine, nudging my legs apart as his hips settle between them. "Fuck, sweetheart ," he rasps. "I need you so fucking bad."

"Need you too," I whisper, I don't care about anything except feeling him slide into me. I need that connection between us more than I need air. His jaw is tight as he braces himself on his forearm and lines himself up with my entrance. He presses in slowly for the first few inches, and our groans mingle in the quiet room.

"Fuck me, Jay," I gasp, reaching down to dig my fingers into his ass, pulling him toward me. "Please."

With a harsh grunt, he drives all the way in, rocking the bed beneath us as I cry out his name.

My name is a whisper, and it sounds like it comes from somewhere deep inside his soul. I cling to him, wrapping my arms and legs around him to keep him as close as possible. He doesn't move for a long moment either, as if he can't bear to pull out, even to start fucking me.

"I've never loved anyone as much as I love you," he murmurs, kissing my neck before scraping his teeth over my earlobe. "You fucking own me." He shudders, his cock pulsing inside me. "You feel what you do to me? I'm wrecked.”I squeeze around him, kissing his neck and shoulder as his familiar scent fills my nostrils. “You’ve wrecked me to” With that, he kisses me again, plunging his tongue into my mouth as he draws his hips back and drives back in.

My legs fall away from his waist, opening for him and giving him room to move as he fucks me with long, deep strokes. Pleasure builds inside me, a slow burn that starts in my clit and travels all the way out to my skin, making every brush of his body against mine feels like an electric charge. I tilt my hips, changing the angle a little, and he growls, gripping my throat lightly as his thrusts turn erratic.

"Won't last long," he grits out.

"Fuck, I can't. I need you too much, and you feel too damn good. Come for me first. I want to feel you milk my cock. Show me that you need me." He slams in and grinds his pelvis against mine, putting friction on my clit, and I hook my heels around his calves as my head tips back. "Right there," I breathe, my spine arching. "Right there, oh fuck, Jay." “ I love you.” His voice turns to gravel on the last words, and that's what pushes me over the edge. I let out a sobbing cry as my orgasm crests, and Jay explodes a second later, burying his face in my neck as he comes deep inside me.

He collapses on top of me, and even though he's heavy, his weight is the most perfect thing I've ever felt. I melt into the bed, my chest pressing harder against Jay with every inhale as I try to catch my breath. My arms are around his shoulders, my fingers drifting over the muscles of his back, and I can feel his ribcage vibrating with the heavy thuds of his heart. We stay like that, for a long time. When he pulls out and rolls off of me I miss him immediately.

He gets up and goes to the bathroom, and comes back with a warm wash cloth and a glass of water. He rubs the wash cloth delicately over my body cleaning me and placing soft kisses on my body. He pulls the covers up over both of us, I curl in to him, he takes my hand and interlaced our fingers holding my hand as I fall asleep.

[imperatorrrrr]

nearly fell down the stairs racing over to ask about your WIPs!!! as you know. I'm v intrigued about the ocean's 11 au or your emma au and will sit here kicking my feet waiting patiently to hear about it 😇 (or, if you've already talked about those WIPs - literally ANYTHING else on your list ehe)

I feel like I've already talked your ear off about both of these, but lets do the Emma!AU

Jack will be our good intentioned matchmaker

this is a modern re-telling of Emma with all the players still remaining hockey players

Jack wanting to see all of his friends and family happy and being the world's worst matchmaker and learning things about himself along the way that lead him straight to Nico being the love of his life

Jack thinking love is friendship (because he's thinking about Nico but he doesn't know he's thinking about Nico) and deciding that Cole and Trevor should be together because they're best friends but is thrown for a loop when Trevor wants to be with the quiet Jamie and Cole wants to be with his captain Nick Suzuki.

and it all throws Jack for a loop because Trevor's so loud and rambunctious and Jamie's so quiet and he's pacing around in Nico's apartment telling him all this and Nico's like well sometimes opposites attract sometimes you need someone that'll store all that energy for you and then Jack's thinking about Cole wanting to be with his captain and he's confused because they're teammates tho isn't that weird, wouldn't that be hard. and Nico's very calmly telling him that sometimes the chemistry on the ice translates to chemistry off the ice

and then there's some Quinn and Roman Josi because I gotta I absolutely gotta

and, of course, we need the Mr. Elton type that throws a wrench into the NicoJack of it all and kind of catches Jack's fancy for a bit and makes Nico sad and run away to Switzerland at the end of the season after losing in one of the late rounds of the playoffs. I'm thinking maybe Ty Smith for the memories?

and this is when our MVP Luke comes in and does some meddling. I'm thinking that at this point in time every one of Jack's attempts at matchmaking his loved ones has failed spectacularly tho they've all ended up with someone they love and are happy and he misses Nico and he's coming to terms with the fact that every single thing he's learned and everything he knows about love leads him to Nico

and so he's got Nico on the brain and he's thinking about matching Luke up with someone (but Luke is already happily with Nemo but Jack doesn't know that yet) and Jack's waxing poetic about how Luke needs someone like Nico and Luke goes "well what about Nico" because he's a magnificent troll

and so Jack tries to matchmake his brother with his captain which will finally lead us to Jack getting something right and declaring his love for Nico

[withwritersblock]

Love You Goodbye

~Love You Goodbye by One Direction~

Author's Note: listen it started out as something else and then it became the song by one direction. as always italics are flashbacks Summary: Kirby and Y/N break up Warnings: shouting, swearing, implied smut Word Count: 1,491 Kirby Dach x fm!reader

It had been a miserable few days. He was staying with Cole instead of his own apartment with his girlfriend. Or ex-girlfriend, he wasn’t sure which one she was. Cole walked into his kitchen, yawning dramatically as he stretched his arms out. 

“You’re still on my couch,” Cole rasped out as he walked towards his coffee maker on the counter. Kirby forced a smile as he sat up, rubbing his hand over his eyes.

“You said I could stay as long as I need,” Kirby mumbled as he took a sharp breath. 

Cole chuckled dryly before he spoke, “I said that because I thought you’d come to your senses and go back to your girlfriend.” Cole pulled two mugs from his cabinet as he started the pot of coffee. Kirby clenched his jaw. “I mean have you even tried to talk to her?”

He tilted his head back against the couch as he held the phone against his ear, hearing it ring and ring for the fifth time that morning. He clenched his jaw as he heard her voicemail again. He rolled his eyes as he clenched his jaw. After the beep he let out, “Baby, please-please call me back. Can we just talk?” 

“Yes, I’ve called her a thousand times and left like ten voicemails. She’s the one who hasn’t returned my calls.” Kirby countered as he ran his fingers through his hair. He tilted his head back as he watched Cole walk towards the couch with two mugs in his hand.

“Aren’t you the one that picked a fight?” Cole said as he handed Kirby the Suzuki mug. Kirby took it and rolled his eyes. “You started the argument and left, she has no reason to call you back,” Cole countered. Kirby took a sip of the coffee.

“Are you going to practice today?” she asked as she mixed the protein pancake batter she was making for themselves. Kirby shrugged his shoulders as he kept his gaze on his phone. “I’m sure the guys want to see you,” 

“I’m not in the mood,” he mumbled as he tossed his head back. She stared towards him, furrowing her eyebrows harshly.

“Do you have any one-on-one work today?” she asked as she poured some batter on the pan. 

“Not today, I’m gonna shower, I’ll eat later,” he snapped as he stood up from the couch.

“What is going on with you?” she questioned. He huffed as he rolled his eyes.

“I’m tired of you breathing down my neck! I don’t need you smothering me!” he shouted as he shook his head. She blinked rapidly as she nodded her head.

“I’m just trying to help you!” she countered.

“I don’t need your help, alright?! I’m tired of you asking every day how I am feeling, or if I’m going to practice or if I am feeling stronger! I’m so tired of everything coming out of your mouth being about the injury.”

“It’s all that’s on your mind, isn’t it?!” she shouted back, turning the stove off, “You are not you anymore! I’m sorry that I am trying to get my boyfriend back!”

“That’s such bullshit, just say that you don’t want me unless I’m playing!” he shouted walking towards her. She shook her head as she let out a breathy laugh. 

“Oh come on, Kirby! Do you really think that?” she said as she felt tears fill her eyes, “Do you seriously think that I am that shallow?!” 

“I don’t know! I mean all you ever talk about is how my damn leg is feeling!” 

“Has the thought ever crossed your mind that maybe I fucking care about you?! Maybe I just keep asking you about it because I know that is what is on your mind twenty-four-seven!” she shouted back. 

“It is on my mind all the fucking time, so maybe shut up about it!” he countered. 

She clenched her jaw as she met his gaze and felt her tears fall onto her cheek, “You know what, I will shut up about it. I want you gone,” she mumbled as she took a step towards him, scanning his features. 

“What?” he asked barely above a whisper. 

“Go stay with Cole or Nick or whoever! I don’t care!” she shouted again. 

“She asked me to leave,” Kirby said to Cole as he took another sip of coffee. Cole rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, well, you said she was smothering you,” Cole let out. Kirby took a sharp breath as his phone started vibrating beside him. He panicked as he reached for his phone to see Y/N was calling him back.

“Oh my god, Y/N,” he mumbled as he carefully placed the mug on the coffee table as he stood up bringing the phone to his ear, “Hey, I’m so sorry,” he muttered walking towards Cole’s bedroom to get some privacy.

“Hey, I’ve got my stuff packed up; you can come back to-”

“What-what are you talking about?” he asked as he felt his heart slamming against his chest. “What are you packing your stuff up for?”

“Kirby, I’m tired of being your punching bag when things go bad. I’m done,” she let out teary eyed. “I can’t do this anymore.”

“I’m sorry, Y/N, please don’t leave. Stay there, I’ll be right there and we can talk about it-”

“Kirby-”

“Please, let me make it up to you.” he begged as he walked out of Cole’s bedroom quickly. He reached for his keys on the counter as well as the slides sitting besides the front door. “I promise, just let me make it up to you, please,” 

“Kirby, I can’t. I can’t do this again-”

“It’ll be the last time, I’m sorry-”

“I can’t,” Y/N said before she hung up the phone. 

“Y/N, no-” he muttered as he pulled the phone away from his ear. “Fuck,” he mumbled. 

~~~

He walked into his apartment, teary eyed with the bag he brought over to Cole’s apartment. He clenched his jaw as he dropped his bag beside the counter, he lifted his gaze to see Y/N sitting on the couch. “Y/N, you’re still here,” he mumbled, breathy feeling his chest tighten. He walked quickly towards her as he sat down beside her. She lifted her head from her hands. 

“I was going to leave,” she let out while shaking her head, “And then I saw this,” she mumbled as she pointed towards the picture frame.

It was a photo of them on his draft day. He was wearing the Blackhawks jersey over his suit and the blackhawks hat on his head. He had a wide grin on his face as he was holding up the number three. He was squeezing her tightly to his side as she was squinting her eyes tightly with a wide smile. 

“I asked you to move to Chicago with me,” he muttered before he pressed his lips together. “And you did,” he hummed. She nodded her head slightly as her lips quivered. “I got traded to Montreal and you dropped everything to come with me,” he let out barely above a whisper. 

She met his gaze, his eyes were teary as he inched closer to her. “I never wanted to hurt you,” he mumbled as he scanned her features. 

“I know,” she mumbled as he hesitantly raised his hand and took a hold of her cheek. She tilted her head into his hand as she looked into his eyes. She leaned towards him and delicately kissed him. Her body straightened as she relaxed with his lips attached to hers. She adjusted her frame as she climbed onto his lap. Their lips remained connected as he cautiously ran his hands over her hips.

She pulled away as she rested her forehead against his, as their breath quickened. “Kirby,” she muttered as her lips quivered.

“I know,” he mumbled as he looked over her features. Her eyes stared towards his lips as she ran her thumb across his bottom lip. “I’m sorry for everything,” he said before he tilted his head back.

She rested both of her hands on his neck, “It was the best five years of my life, Kirby,” she said with a sad smile. He nodded.

“Mine too, I don’t know if I could’ve survived it without you,” he muttered as he looked deeply into her eyes. The last five years flashing in his mind. Moving in together at just eighteen. The countless injuries and the shock of the trade to Montreal. Moving to a place where they barely speak the language. The love they shared poured out in one moment. 

“One more,” she let out as her lips were brushing against Kirby’s. He urgently kissed her back, His hands holding her head in place as she grinded her hips against him. He was kissing her with so much passion and need that it felt like the world was ending. And maybe it was.

[gay-dorito-dust]

would you be able to do an aemond x reader where she's high born and good at fighting etc and defends aemond by threatening others

A/n: this was incredibly rushed, no solid idea seem to stick to my brain, like at all. Also this is me choosing to make Ser Criston Cole even more of a dickhead.

“A highborn should never dirty their hands, there are those who are more then willing to make a name for themselves.” Was your parents response when you voiced your desire to pick up a sword. They saw it unbecoming and a hindrance towards potential suitors from more predominant houses such as House Targaryen and House Stark. Your parents counsel didn’t deter you from going behind their backs and descend to the training grounds dressed as a man; For had you went as yourself, the knights would be inclined to go easier on you or outright deny you the chance to train in due to your gender.

However those days were forcibly drawn to a close once you were sent off to your new home at the Red Keep in KingsLanding. Yet that didn’t meant you couldn’t descend to the courtyard every morning to watch Aemond train with Ser Criston Cole from the archway. To everyone in attendance you were just fulfilling your duty as the future wife of the young prince by being supportive. You manage to have everyone fooled, everyone except for Aemond, who noticed a sadness in your eyes as though you were mourning the missing part of your heart as blades cross in a flash of silver; He even took note of how you’d instinctively rub at certain spots of your arms when he managed to nick his opponent as though you were expecting the same pain. Or as though old wounds were reopening upon a sense of old memories resurfacing. Needless to say he grew curious about the contents of the habits you indulge in your spare time.

Aemond seemed to be so caught up in his thoughts that he almost forgot that he was still in the training grounds until Ser Criston Cole managed to take advantage of this and disarm him swiftly. “Had this been a proper battle my prince, you would’ve been slain on multiple occasions.” The knights eyes shifted over to the archway where you stood, cross armed and all before they shifted back to Aemond who’s jaw clenched at the implications that Criston was placing upon you. “It’s best to not be distracted by menial things.” Criston said with a carefree tone that told Aemond that he did not care for what was to happen to him as he was intentionally trying to provoke him. Aemond’s anger didn’t quell silently as it only boiled beneath his skin, like the raging lava of a dormant volcano ready to burst forth in blinding fury.

Meanwhile you were unfazed by the knights comments. It was blatantly obvious that he never felt the genuine loving touch of a woman despite coming from one. You genuinely wondered what his poor mother would think if she were to see her son making a fool out of himself and his family name; You certainly wouldn’t stand for it and you’d like to believe that neither would she. Aemond knew how to handle these sorts of situations himself, so you refrained from intervening in something that ‘didn’t involve you’ when it clearly did given Criston’s unsubtle and unprovoked jab. Neither you nor Aemond wanted to give the man any satisfaction whatsoever. Yet you noted in the way Aemond held the handle of his word, he was clearly close to severing Ser Criston’s tongue from his mouth.

“Don’t be provoked by him Aemond, the man speaks with a mouthful of shit.” You told the prince, causing a brief chuckle to pass his lips at your crude words. See Criston however didn’t find this as hilarious, “your foul mouthed bitch needs to keep her trap shut. It’s unbecoming of a lady,” he pauses to laugh nastily, “though then again if I were to say, it seems that between you and her, she’s more of a man then you are to speak to others in such a manor.” The small smile gracing Aemond’s face was quickly wiped clean off in exchange for one of pure anger. The courtyard that heard Criston, fell silent. You on the other hand, finally had enough of sitting on the sidelines and decided to step up to defend your husband to be; Marching up to Aemond and snatching his sword from his hand before quickly knocking Ser Criston’s feet out from under him, causing him to fall backwards on his arse and then poising the end of Aemond’s blade at his throat.

“My Aemond is more of a man then you’ll ever be,” you hissed venously, “you should be gracious that I don’t cut your tongue out right here and now for your impudence behaves should the current circumstances been any different, I’d make certain to drag your decaying carcass to the dragonpits to be fed upon.” You leaned closer to his face, pressing the blades tip just underneath his chin, “do I make myself clear Ser Criston.” “Crystal clear Lady y/n.” The knight merely murmured under his breath, embarrassed that he had gotten overwhelmed by a woman in front of an audience who would certainly let word spread throughout KingsLanding and beyond. He could already envision the smug smirks upon both Daemon and Rhaenyra’s faces which only made his blood boil even more. You smirked, having this fight won with ease whilst high on Ser Criston’s humiliation.

“Good, I would offer a hand but I feel as though your more suited right where you are.” You said snidely before looking back at Aemond who’s only eye beamed with pride as you expertly handed over his sword. “You didn’t inform me that you were well versed in the art of the sword my dearly betrothed.” He says as he sheaths his sword and escorting you back into the Red Keep, “Though I must say, It would’ve ruined the surprise had I known beforehand.” He adds. “Highborns aren’t meant to take up the sword but I always found swordsmanship to be quite the therapeutic stress reliever.” You responded, beaming with self pride and relief that Aemond didn’t think of you any less because of it. “Then perhaps we should train together sometime?” The prince inquired. You smiled as you reached for his calloused hand, “only if you won’t become a sore loser when I hand your royal ass to you.” Aemond couldn’t help but laugh at your pride as he stopped you to lean on close to your face. “If that’s your way of claiming a challenge my beloved,” he says in his velvety soft voice that housed a hint of mischief, “then I accept wholeheartedly.”