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[luvhughes43]

bullshit on the internet | jack hughes x reader

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summary: y/n and jacks relationship is new, and his past relationship with a model over-shines his new relationship. fans are always asking for jack and his ex to get back together, which leaves reader feeling stuck in a relationship thats not hers.

lyrics: "i saw you were with her only last night, i got caught up by your picture in a headline" & "it looks like you love her online" & "when they want you back together like a movie, then i wonder, is there any room for me?"

Note: for context purposes jacks ex gf is going to be named alice

word count: 1k 

1 year earlier

present day

jackhughes just posted !

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jackhughes my girl❤️

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trevorzegras YOU HAVE A GF??

colecaufield u literally knew about this

trevorzegras yeah i know i just wanted to be dramatic

fan01 we want u with alice not whoever this is

y/nuser in love with u actually

jackhughes i love you the most actually

fan02 pls get back together with alice😭🙏 u guys were perfect

hockeyfan01 great now get back on the ice!

fan03 not the hard launch😭 she's so pretty tho😭💗

lhughes_06 congrats man

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aliceoffical on the cover of vogue💋

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dioralice LOMLS SO PRETTY 

fan04 congrats girly💗💗

lilyrose_depp insanely gorgeous

fan05 have u seen jacks new girl? Youre so much prettier u two need to get back together

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fan06 prettiest girl in the world

y/nuser

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y/nuser early morning⛅️

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jackhughes ❤️❤️

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fan07 BREAK UP WITH JACK!!!

yourbff prettiest girl💗 i miss u

fan08 there’s no way he left alice for her😭

fan09 we want our fav couple back

You and Jack had been dating for a few months. You knew he was in a very public relationship with a model before he started dating you and you didn’t mind. Not until you and Jack went public and all of the internet seemed to be against your relationship. You never blamed him for having a past with Alice, but being constantly reminded that nobody wanted to see you and Jack together… It hurt. You weren’t sure why you haven't limited your instagram account yet, or why you didn't just go private. it was hard not getting caught up with what you saw online, and if there were going to be news articles and twitter pages posting about his past relationships, they may as well comment on your page too. 

Jack was away for a game in Alice's home city when you got the twitter notification. 

You turned off your phone and closed your eyes. You knew Jack was still friends with some of his exes, but with Alice it felt different. You knew they were serious before, and you couldn’t help but wonder that if he could, if he’d run off with her. 

There were a bunch of different narratives floating around. Talking about how Alice is Jack's true love, and that they were destined to be together. You couldn't lie, after once again going down a rabbit-hole and looking at all the photos of them together, you couldn’t deny how in love they looked. 

jack❤️: Did you see the photos of me and alice?

jack❤️: I only agreed to meet with her because of all the press. I don't want them talking about us getting back together. I made it clear to her that we’re over

jack❤️: I love you

y/n: I know. It's all just bullshit on the internet. I love you too. travel safe

jack❤️: I love you more. I'm really sorry about all of this. I’ll see you soon

When Jack finally got home things were different. you finally felt good in your relationship after the rough week when he was away.

“I’m really sorry about everything,” Jack reassured you for what seemed like the hundredth time. 

“I just… with Alice it’s different. I don't want you to see her again. It’s gotten worse” you look down at your hands so you could avoid eye contact with Jack.

“The comments have gotten worse?” he asked, sitting up in bed to look at you. 

“Yeah… I just, they want you guys back together so badly. It’s literally like a movie Jack,” your laugh was tense as you told Jack your true feelings. “I just don’t know if there’s room in your life for me,” you whisper after a brief pause and you feel Jack tense next to you.

“Pass me your phone,” Jack said, holding out one of his hands expectantly. You did as told and passed it over silently. He scrolled around for a minute, before showing you your own instagram comments causing  you to frown.

“I know what they’re saying about me” you were annoyed. Did he want you to be more upset?

“No look at the accounts” he said.

“I don’t get it,” you stated, pulling your phone back into your grasp and scrolling through more comments.

“Do you know any of these people?”

“No…” 

“Then what they’re saying shouldn’t matter. I’ve moved on from Alice, i’m with someone who I love” Jack cooed, reaching a finger up to touch your cheek causing you to smile. “There’s only room in my life for you. You’re the one I want y/n. I’m not reading these comments and agreeing with them. I text you, or I come home to you and I think I am so lucky to have y/n in my life” Jack smiles and so do you. He takes your phone back and disabled your instagram comments, and then limits his own. “I’m not going to let anyone make you feel like you don’t belong with me” was all he said as he started playing with your social media settings.

You sat back and admired the man you loved.

In the morning you and Jack laid in bed, your head resting on his chest as he combed your hair with his fingers. you felt so alive when you were with Jack. You could feel the little bubbles of happiness and excitement whenever you were with him. 

you moved to sit up, looking down at Jack you smiled and he smiled back up at you. “morning” he mumbled as he trailed his hand down your shoulder and arm. “good morning” your smile widened as you leant down and kissed him on both of his cheeks. 

you didn’t check your phone for the few days you stayed with Jack at his apartment. you were on a high, and you couldn’t believe how melancholy you’d get when you were feeling low.

[honeypiehotchner]

Devil's Backbone (Unsub!Hotch x Fem!Reader) -- part ten

I listened to the stripped version of "Good Looking" a lotttt starting around now as I wrote this fic. It's perfect for how the reader is beginning to feel, the sadness and confusion, remembering how Hotch was and realizing how she no longer knows him 😭😭

Warnings: things are beginning to unravel

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Ten: The skyline falls as I try to make sense of it all -- "Good Looking" by Suki Waterhouse

“Hotch said he didn’t have any of the files, JJ,” Dave said, stepping into her office. The two of them spoke on the phone last night, as promised, and Dave wanted to give JJ the update first thing in the morning, as promised. “He said he had older ones.” He listed the names off and JJ nodded along.

“I have those accounted for,” she said, looking at her computer, shaking her head. “I know he had those. The others are probably in here somewhere. It’s just weird.”

“I agree,” Rossi said. Files didn’t disappear randomly. If some were taken or even copied, JJ was notified, and she logged it. “But we’ll figure it out.”

“Did you look through Hotch’s office?” JJ suggested. She seemed hesitant to even ask, chewing on her nails after proposing the question. 

“No,” Rossi said. “Should we?”

She shrugged. “I don’t know, should we?”

Rossi thought it over. Strauss’s concern. Your odd reaction to his questions. Hotch’s strange character every time Rossi called. None of it made any sense. Rossi assumed it was grief, just like you told him, just like he told himself, that maybe it was Hotch even trying to convince himself that he was feeling better than he was. But there was a nagging feeling deep in his chest that he couldn’t get rid of.

“Yeah,” Rossi finally said. “I’ll go look.” He knew how it looked and felt: like an invasion of Aaron’s privacy. But this was becoming too convoluted to worry about privacy.

Rossi went back into the bullpen, glad to see you sitting at your desk already. He tapped your shoulder as he went by, nodding his head up to the second level.

You got up and followed, assuming he was going to his office. Your heart began hammering in your chest when Rossi stopped outside Hotch’s office. No one had been in there since Hotch left. It was locked. 

You watched in terror as Rossi took out his keys and let himself into Hotch’s office, flicking the light switch.

You walked inside slowly, your voice low as you asked, “What are you doing?”

“What I don’t want to be doing,” Rossi replied in a hiss, pinching the bridge of his nose. He gestured toward you. “Shut the door.”

You closed the door and pulled the blinds for good measure. Or to help your paranoia. You had a bad feeling in your stomach and a bad taste in your mouth. “Rossi, what the hell is going on?”

“JJ can’t find a few files,” he replied, stopping in front of Aaron’s desk facing you, placing his hands on his hips.

“I know, she told me--”

“One of them she can’t find is Issac Holman.”

“What?” That was not right. That had to be a bad coincidence. The file showed up missing and Holman was dead? Impossible. Too eerie to be a coincidence.

“Another one missing is Nicholas Edwards,” Rossi continued. “He died two days ago. Shot in the back of the head, executioner style.”

“What? Why didn’t you tell us?” That was a brutal method; it was necessary to alert the team.

“Because I didn’t want to say anything just yet,” Rossi replied. His fuming eyes landed on you next. “I need you to come clean with me.”

Fear shot through you so hard that you took a step back from him. “What?”

“When I called you into my office a couple of days ago, you acted like I was interrogating you when I asked simple questions,” Rossi recalled, stepping closer to you. “What did you and Aaron talk about? Tell me the truth. Right now.”

You shook your head. This was a nightmare. This was not happening to you. “Rossi--”

“Agent L/N, I am ordering you,” he pressed, raising his voice. He stepped closer, pointing an accusatory finger at you. “Tell me. This is bigger than whatever secrets you might have, so I need you to get over it and--”

“We had sex!” you blurted, shame rising in your chest like flames, burning their way to your neck. “Is that what you wanted to hear?”

Stunned, Rossi struggled to find words, eyes blinking and jaw opening and closing. “You-- Are-- Are you two seeing each other?”

“No,” you replied, your face burning with embarrassment. You wished that was the reason behind the sex, that it was a sweet, romantic, domestic relationship you were hiding. “He kicked me out. He wanted nothing to do with me. Can we move on now?”

“Yeah,” Rossi said, turning around slowly. “Help me look for any files he kept in here. Holman and Edwards might be in them.”

You nodded, glad your failed fling with your boss was forgotten for the moment. “Why would they be in here?”

“He liked to go over them afterwards,” Rossi explained. 

“Yeah, I know.” You turned to look on the side tables by the couch, but there were only random magazines, no doubt put there by someone else. Strauss probably put them there one day to liven the place up a bit.

Rossi studied one section of Aaron’s desk against the back wall. “This is empty.”

You leaned over. “Yeah.” You stared at it, eyebrows furrowing. “He used to have a lot of books and…” Files. You remember. You watched him close his briefcase as he said he was sorry but you knew he didn’t mean it.

Rossi turned and looked at you, the same haunted expression on his face. “He took them with him.”

You nodded slowly, your hand covering your mouth. “I watched him take them.” You paused, a sick feeling settling into your bones. “Rossi…what is going on?”

“I don’t know,” Rossi said slowly, shaking his head. “I don’t know.”

But he knew. You both knew. Neither of you wanted to admit it.

+++

Aaron was washing the blood off his hands in the unsub’s bathroom sink. 

He didn’t mean for that much blood to be shed, but he got carried away. The unsub fought back harder than Aaron expected him to. One punch led to another and then Aaron had flashbacks to George Foyet. The unsub’s face no longer existed. It was only Foyet, and Aaron got revenge. Again. And again.

Unfortunately, it made a mess of the fucking bedroom. Thankfully, none of Aaron’s blood was shed. He caught a few blows to his chest and abdomen, but none to the face, none that bled, not like the unsub bled all over the goddamn place. Aaron knew the human body carried 5 liters of blood -- thanks to Reid -- but it looked like much more.

He needed to leave as soon as possible, so he settled for cleaning his hands thoroughly and forgetting the rest.

He rode back to his home in Quantico in silence. No music, no news. He needed to think.

But thinking only landed him in places he didn’t want to be, so he stopped. He stopped for food and carried on back to Quantico to get his things together.

He had one more unsub to hunt, and it wouldn’t be easy. The fucker ran from him once, he assumed he would do it again. So, Aaron needed to be careful and meticulous about this one. It would take longer than a weekend getaway.

+++

You were called into Strauss’s office the following day. You knew it wasn’t good, but you knew that even before you saw Rossi sitting in one of her chairs, fingers pressed to his temple. 

“You called for me, ma’am?” you asked, shutting her office door behind you.

“Yes,” Strauss rounded her desk, gesturing to one of the empty seats on her couch. “Sit.”

This is not good. You did as you were told, sitting on the very edge of the cushion. Rossi refused to look at you, and it made your stomach turn. You took a deep breath. 

“What do you know of Hotch’s whereabouts?” Strauss asked conversationally. She went over to her minifridge and grabbed a bottle of water.

“Uh, he’s at his apartment, I guess?” you replied, taking the water from her.

“You guess?” Strauss pressed.

You chuckled awkwardly. “Ma’am, with all due respect, I don’t know where Agent Hotchner is. We haven’t spoken since he left.”

Strauss laughed as she sat down across from you. “Well, Dave told me you did speak to Aaron.”

You looked at Rossi with wide eyes, sensing betrayal, but he shook his head only slightly. So he told her the truth, but not the full truth.

“I went to his apartment to offer condolences,” you said. “And to check on how he was doing.”

“And how was he doing?”

“He seemed fine,” you shrugged, putting the water down on her coffee table. “What is this about?”

Strauss sighed. “Agent Hotchner’s behavior has been worrying me since the day I sent him home,” she said. “Now, supposedly, he needs to get away, with no phone, no devices. And frankly, I cannot let him do that.”

You looked at Rossi, your eyebrows furrowed. “Where is he going? What is he thinking?”

“I don’t know,” Rossi replied. “He wouldn’t tell me. Just that he is heading out tomorrow morning.”

You turned back to Strauss. “Ma’am, I had no idea--”

“I know,” she stopped you with her hand in the air. “I don’t care to know the details of your relationship with Agent Hotchner. I hope there aren’t any details. But seeing as you are someone he trusts, I need you to follow him.”

“Follow him?”

“Yes. See where he goes. If it’s nothing troubling, you will return to the BAU. This is a private assignment and you are not to discuss this with anyone outside of this room, do you understand?”

You nodded. “I do.”

You felt like you were signing your life away.

[wttcsms]

hopeless, breathless, burning slow, masterlist ; rin itoshi

in the middle of trying to embrace the new “real and messy model” facade your publicist keeps pushing upon you in order to get you into the good graces of the masses, you might take it a step too far. in your defense, nothing is more real than still hopelessly pining after a boy who has 1) already broken your heart more than once! and 2) definitely does not like you the way you like him. the messy side of things? he’s also your friend with benefits. except, you’re pretty sure the two of you aren’t friends, so he’s technically your ex with benefits. yeah, how’s that for “real and messy”?

COMING SOON! pairing rin itoshi x f!reader content contains/will contain timeskip/pro athlete!rin x nepo-baby/model!reader, strangers with a history, second chance (more like fourth chance) romance, almost high school sweethearts (y’all have been doing this situationship shit for years lmao), fwb to lovers, rin AND you are both ass at feelings, eventual smut, jealous&protective!rin, depictions of panic attacks, mentions of dead parent, more to be added  word count tbd... (estimated to be ~50k, subject to change)

one / two / three / four

track list !  side a: honeymoon avenue, ariana grande / death by a thousand cuts, taylor swift / mirrorball, taylor swift / a lucid dream, verite / worth it for the feeling, rebecca black / if i weren’t me, katherine li / damage you still do, mikayla pasterfield / things i wish you said, sabrina carpenter / monster, lady gaga / fake smile, ariana grande / delicate, taylor swift side b: shameless, camila cabello / good looking, suki waterhouse / heartless, the weeknd / die for you, the weeknd / congratulations, mac miller / search & rescue, drake / kiss it better, rihanna / as it was, harry styles / nothing’s gonna hurt you baby, cigarettes after sex / afterglow, taylor swift / daylight, taylor swift 

author’s notes 

[apr. 10, 2023] hello!!! starting towards the end of the month/early may, i plan on having the final drafts of both of the first acts completed 🤭 this originally started as a one shot with the basic premise of “5 times rin itoshi breaks your heart + the 1 time he gives you his” but i had so much fun writing the one shot that it grew into a monster entirely of its own accord & i gave in and made some adjustments in order to better suit it :) now it’s a multipart fic! spoiler: rin still breaks your heart. several times. </3 but while writing the original one shot, i realized that rin’s heart had been yours/the reader’s the whole entire time!!! so, this fic explores you & him maturing + realizing how to properly communicate your feelings. i think the whole point is that it doesn’t matter if you love someone if they can’t feel it. 

[chelseachilly]

king of my heart - pt 1

i’m perfectly fine, i live on my own  i made up my mind, i’m better off being alone

pairing: reader x ben chilwell summary: Of all the men in London, Ben Chilwell would’ve been extremely low on the list of who you would expect to meet at a random party your friend dragged you to. You know who he is, obviously - your younger brother is a massive Chelsea fan, as was your dad before he passed away unexpectedly a couple years ago - but you hardly run in the same circles as professional footballers. Until now. warnings: mentions of death of a parent, takes place in a fantasy world in which chelsea will plausibly beat arsenal this season word count: 2.5k

author’s note: hi! i’m very new to the tumblr football world but needed a distraction from chelsea’s current situation, so here we are! i’ve noticed there aren’t enough fics for ben and this is my first time writing for him, pls let me know what you think and feel free to hmu about all things chelsea :) title from king of my heart by taylor obv

*faceclaims for y/n and your best friend are camila morrone and suki waterhouse bc i am obsessed with daisy jones and the six lmao

Of all the men in London, Ben Chilwell would’ve been extremely low on the list of who you would expect to meet at a random party your friend dragged you to.

You know who he is, obviously - your younger brother is a massive Chelsea fan, as was your dad before he passed away unexpectedly a couple years ago - but you hardly run in the same circles as professional footballers.

Until now.

A few months ago, your flatmate and best friend Charlotte got an amazing new job in PR. Since then, she’s been invited to a million fancy events and met a lot of famous (and semi-famous) people. Just last week, she went to the opening of a new club and apparently met some incredible, funny, super attractive guy who invited her to a party at his house tonight.

Although you’ve been really trying to push yourself to go out more lately and enjoy being young in the city, your idea of a perfect Friday night is often just staying in and reading or watching Netflix, so you still take some convincing.

“Charlotte, do you even know anything about this Mason guy?” You ask as Charlotte begins to put her makeup on in the bathroom of your shared flat, a tiny but cute two-bed in North London. “Like, his last name, his job, anything?”

“Nope,” Charlotte shrugs. “But I know he’s fit, and probably posh because the address he gave me is in South Kensington.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Didn’t know you were a gold digger now?”

“I’m not, but posh means open bar,” Charlotte grins. “Now hurry up and get ready.”

You reluctantly drag yourself up off the floor and go to your closet to put on your favourite little black dress - a safe bet for any party, regardless of how casual or fancy it might be.

After doing your hair and makeup and taking a couple shots to ease any social anxiety brewing in your stomach, Charlotte calls an Uber and you’re on your way. You quickly post a photo of the two of you before you leave.

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When you reach the address this Mason guy gave Charlotte, there’s music blaring from the house. Several very expensive-looking sports cars are parked outside, and there are a few people sitting on the front steps, drinking and laughing.

“Don’t worry, Y/N,” Charlotte says as your car pulls up. She can obviously tell that you’re worried about socializing with all these strangers, especially ones way above your tax bracket. “We’ll get some drinks and have fun. Hey, maybe Mason has some cute friends he can introduce you to?”

You roll your eyes. Dating is far from a priority for you at the moment, having just begun the career in publishing that you’ve wanted since you were a little girl. Work is your focus, but you know Charlotte is right. It wouldn’t hurt to have a little fun.

“Okay, let’s do this.”

Before you can even fully get out of the car, still straightening out your dress and making sure you have your phone and purse, you hear Charlotte yell “Mason!” and run over to the group of people on the steps.

As you follow her and finally get a good look at the guy Charlotte won’t shut up about, you nearly trip over your own feet.

You recognize him instantly - Mason Mount, Chelsea midfielder. You may not follow the club the way you used to before your dad died two years ago, but you remember watching Mount score a hat trick during one of the last games you went to.

Charlotte doesn’t follow football at all, so you figure she also has no idea that standing next to Mason are his England national teammates Declan Rice and Jude Bellingham.

You, however, can’t help but be a little starstruck. Football was a big part of your life growing up, and it’s a bit surreal to see all these athletic superstars right in front of you.

Thankfully, they’re all occupied with Charlotte and don’t seem to notice you until you regain your bearings and walk over to Charlotte’s side.

“Y/N, this is Mason and Declan,” Charlotte grins. “And what was your name again, sorry?”

“Jude,” Bellingham answers, smiling at you and shaking your hand. “What’s your name, love?”

“Y/N,” you answer, trying not to blush at the attention as Mason and Declan greet you.

“Well, come on in, ladies,” Mason smiles, gesturing to the front door. “Bar’s in the back, and there’s loads of food in the kitchen.”

As Mason leads the way into the house, which is just as massive and stunning as its exterior, you hang back a bit and grip Charlotte’s arm tightly.

“What is it?” Charlotte asks, furrowing her eyebrow.

“Charlotte, they’re not just posh, they’re footballers,” you explain, gesturing to the literal Champions League trophy casually sitting on a shelf. “Like, some of the best in the country.”

“Footballers?” Charlotte’s eyes widen for a moment. “Oh my god, so you know who they are?”

“Yeah, babes,” you chuckle. “Mason plays for Chelsea. I’ve watched him play for Chelsea.”

Charlotte’s face falls a bit, and she lowers her voice. “Oh, shit, do you want to leave? I know Chelsea was your thing with your dad-“

“No, no,” you wave her off with a small smile. “It’s alright, let’s have fun. He is super fit, and he probably finds it endearing that you clearly have no idea who he is.”

“Now that I think about it, he did mention having training in the morning last weekend. I think I asked what he was training for.” Charlotte laughs. “Shit, that’s a bit embarrassing.”

“Nah, he seems into you,” you comment, noting the way Mason’s eyes are glued to Charlotte as the two of you continue to speak privately. “Now go talk to him, I’m gonna go get a drink.”

Charlotte nods and returns to Mason’s side. God, it feels strange to see your best friend chatting up a guy you watched play in the World Cup on TV a few months ago.

You make your way to the back garden, weaving your way through lots of guys - some of whom you recognize as other footballers - and lots of very pretty girls. As promised, there is a full-service bar outside, and you order a vodka coke for yourself.

Thanking the bartender, you decide to stay out here for a few minutes. You’ll return to the party eventually, but you want to give Charlotte some alone time with Mason and despite your assurances that everything is fine, it’s a lot to digest being in the home of an actual Chelsea player.

Most of the partygoers are inside, with only a few people out back having a smoke or going to the bar. You find yourself a quiet spot in the back of the garden and sit on a patio chair, crossing your legs and leaning back as you enjoy your drink.

You pull out your phone and can’t resist pulling up and old photo of you and your dad at a Chelsea match when you were six years old, both of you smiling in blue. Although it’s difficult to look at, it makes you smile, too - you remember how Chelsea beat Liverpool 3-0 that day and how happy your dad was on the drive home. You’ll always treasure those memories.

“Hey, mind if I sit?”

A male voice prompts you to glance up from your phone. It really shouldn’t surprise you to see yet another familiar face at this point, but the man in front of you nearly takes your breath away.

You recognize him right away - the shiny dark hair, the piercing eyes - he’s unmistakable. He’s even more handsome in person than on TV, if that’s possible. Ben fucking Chilwell.

“Yeah, go for it,” you say, gesturing to the other chair and trying very hard not to stare at him too much.

Ben, who is holding a beer and wearing a hoodie and jeans with a pair of Air Force Ones, looks fascinatingly normal to you for someone who you know for a fact scored a Premier League goal just this afternoon - your sixteen year-old brother Max mentioned it when you spoke earlier, still as big of a Chelsea fan as your dad was. Luckily, losing your dad didn’t poison the game for him the way it did you.

“I’m Y/N,” you blurt out, feeling the need to explain yourself and your presence here for some reason. “I came with my flatmate Charlotte, she met Mason at some club last week.”

“I’m Ben,” he says with a small smile. “Mase and I…uh, work together.”

“Yeah, I know,” you chuckle. When he raises an eyebrow, you continue - there’s really no point in sitting here pretending you don’t know who he is. “My brother’s a massive Chelsea fan.”

“Ah,” Ben smiles, taking a swig of his beer. “Charlotte didn’t seem to have any idea who we were last weekend.” He seems to realize he may have come off a bit arrogant there, as he quickly shakes his head. “Not that she should. I was just-“

“All good,” you interject. “And for the record, I love her to death, but Charlotte thought Man City was a gay bar a couple weeks ago. She’s not much of a football fan.”

Ben laughs so hard he nearly spits out some of his beer, and you can’t help but laugh along with him - his smile is completely contagious. It also seems to be the first genuine one you’ve seen since he sat down.

“Fair enough,” he laughs, setting down his beer and turning his chair to face you properly. “So, Y/N, what brings you to this secluded corner of the garden? Not enjoying yourself?”

“I could ask you the same thing, Chilwell,” you smirk, taking a sip of your cocktail.

Frankly, you’re impressed with how cool you’re being given the situation. It’s not even the fact that he’s famous. Sure, you were starstruck at first, but now you just can’t stop looking at him. At those hands clutching the cold beer bottle, that fluffy hair that you’re dying to reach out and touch, those damn eyes…

“Well, I’m a bit knackered, to be honest,” he admits. “But I wanted to come out and celebrate the win. Honestly, I’m waiting til it’s late enough that I can leave without the lads calling me an old man at training on Monday.”

You laugh and nod sympathetically.

“I get what you mean. I kinda got dragged out tonight as well,” you say. “I wasn’t really in the mood to talk to a bunch of strangers after a long work day, but Charlotte wanted me here and she’s my best friend, so-“

“I’m happy to leave you alone if you’d prefer it,” Ben says quickly. “Well, not happy, but I can. If that’s what you want.”

You shake your head, maybe a bit too quickly.

“No, please,” you smile. “I was in budget meetings all day, but you scored a goal against Arsenal. I think that earns you a spot to sit.”

Ben raises an eyebrow and grins. “Sounds like you’re a fan as well, no?”

“I’m…not not a fan.” He looks confused, so you decide to elaborate a bit. “My dad was a massive supporter. We were season tickets holders at Stamford Bridge until he died a couple years ago. My brother, he’s sixteen, still follows the team, and he keeps me updated, but I haven’t really…well, it hasn’t been quite the same for me since then.”

Though you still miss your dad dearly, time has healed the pain enough for you to be able to talk about him like this. Although, you did have to stare at your shoes the whole time to get through it, and when you look up, Ben’s eyes are wide and full of concern.

You immediately worry that you just majorly overshared with this complete stranger.

“Sorry, you didn’t need to know all that,” you murmur, fiddling with the material of your dress. “I don’t even know you-“

“No, please don’t apologize,” Ben says in a much softer tone than he was using before. “I’m so sorry for your loss, Y/N.”

“Thanks,” you say with a sad smile. He holds your gaze, and you can’t help but feel comforted by his warm expression. Then, all of a sudden, a laugh escapes your lips, surprising Ben. “Sorry, I just…I was thinking about what my dad would say if he knew I was talking to the man he once described as ‘the best left-back in the country’ at a party.”

“Wow, that’s high praise,” Ben smiles. “Your dad sounds pretty great.”

“He was, but I love that your reason for thinking that is him praising you as a footballer,” you laugh softly. “To be fair, he was a big fan of Mount and Havertz as well.”

“Oh, well, never mind then,” Ben jokes, making you laugh even harder.

Probably harder than you’ve laughed in years.

The conversation continues as you each finish your drinks, and after Ben gets you a couple more rounds. You talk about everything - your job in publishing, his life growing up, both of your favourite films and music.

You don’t even realize how late it is until you see a much drunker Charlotte come outside with Mason keeping her upright. Despite her protests that she’s fine, you and Mason both agree you’d better get her home and to bed. After giving her some water, Mason calls an Uber for both of you, and in all the commotion, you barely get the chance to say goodbye to Ben.

It’s not until you get home and take care of Charlotte that you realize you didn’t even get his number. You could get Charlotte to ask Mason for it tomorrow, you suppose, but you don’t want to come across as desperate.

You aren’t even looking for a relationship. You just happened to meet a cute, funny, smart guy at a party who probably has girls lining up around the block just to sleep with him. It’s not like this is going to turn into anything.

Right?

-

You wake the next morning in Charlotte’s bed - you passed out next to her after making sure she had water and a bin next to her in case she got sick - to a loud buzzing sound.

“Too early,” Charlotte grumbles, feeling the beginnings of a bad hangover. “Turn it off.”

You reach over to the bedside table to silence your phone, but you quickly glance at the Instagram notification before you turn it off.

benchilwell

Hey, I found your insta through Charlotte’s, sorry if that’s stalkery lol

benchilwell

I had a lot of fun last night. Any chance you want to hang out again sometime?

“Oh my god,” you mumble groggily. “Ben Chilwell just slid into my DMs.”

Charlotte, still half-asleep, rubs her eyes and turns to face you. “Who the fuck is Ben Chilwell?”

next chapter 💙

[ladystardust-thinks]

Hello There!

My loves,

my name is Ronnie and i try to write. I write for some specific franchises and characters because I'm a tad bit uncultured and I have not watched a lot of stuff. This post will be a list of people I write for and you can request fics. I only write OC and x readers though. I am very sorry if that is not what you are interested in.

the people in italics are those I prefer to write the most about right now (bc I'm just a girl and I have phases ok?) and those in bold are the people I have a request in my inbox so works for them are basically coming soon

Any of the Marauders!

Any of the Daisy Jones and the Six girls!

DJATS; Eddie Roundtree, Warren Rojas

Kingsman; Eggsy, Roxy

Celebrities?; Tom Blyth, Taron Egerton, Taylor Swift, Florence Pugh, Joe Mazzello, Hailee Steinfeld, Suki Waterhouse, Josh Whitehouse, Maya Hawke, Joseph Quinn, Joe Keery

Stranger Things; Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley, Nancy Wheeler, Steve Harrington, Chrissy Cunningham

misc; tom blyth's!billy the kid, eloise bridgerton, razzle dingley, brian may, roger taylor, paris geller, rory gilmore, lorelai gilmore, jess mariano

Any Spiderverse Character!!

ATTENTION!

this list is not limited, if you have any request about the marvel or star wars universe send it around.

I do not write rpf (real people fiction) smut! The celebrity members list only includes fluff and light angst! I am not sure if I will be writing smut in general.

[at-thestillpoint]

Can’t put into words how much I love how you write Hangman and Phoenix ♥️ do you have any other different stories/alt universe planned that you can give a sneak peek too? 👀👀

Hi! Thank you so much!

I am filled to the brim with other ideas (read: I have three ideas) but haven’t had a moment to make much progress on them at all. I will share these ideas here and now to keep me accountable to actually writing them when I’m no longer white-knuckling European streets in a rented hatchback. Please note that these are listed in no particular order, and I have no idea when they’ll be done or how long they’ll be.

love you like a lover should: the Suki Waterhouse (“Moves”)/Taylor Swift (“Dress”)–inspired fic that started as a Rooster/Phoenix challenge to myself that has since become a Hangman/Phoenix story with a title from “Great Balls of Fire.” I am what I am, I suppose.

no rules in breakable heaven: the olympics au

an as yet unnamed prompt fill for a prompt that came during the height of the neon rodeo chaos, and so is heavily inspired by Glen Powell’s ability to throw a party. The Google doc is titled “bang and release.” Take that for what you will.

I eventually do also need to introduce y’all to the Sere-Trace children in the wild and unruly universe, along with Hangman’s ability to give gifts.

[bughead-fic-request]

Bughead Author Spotlight: Malmo 722

So I want to do a author spotlight a couple times a week to spread the word on all the authors in this fandom and make everyone feel special. It’s very similar to an one of those ‘Ask Me Anything’ games but this will include people who may not have the followers to ask them things about themselves. 

There is no criteria you need to meet to be able to do this, you just need to be a Bughead writer. That’s it. You can have one story or 300.  You can volunteer yourself or nominate someone. 

@leaalda is making a new aesthetic to go with this because the one above is rough. 

All I ask is that you reblog these things (not necessarily mine) and not just authors you’ve heard of. I want to spread the word and include everyone. 

Let me know what you like about this and what you hate. I have already started making a list of people who want to do this. I think the easiest way to give people the questions is through email but I know not all people will be comfortable with that. I’m sure we can do it through the messenger on here or if anyone knows a better way to do it, please let me know. 

Alright this is mine, below, me interviewing myself. 

1. First things first, if someone wanted to read your stories where can they find them.

My tumblr accounts are @malmo722 and @bughead-fic-request. You can find my masterlist here and my AO3 here. 

2. Tell us a little about yourself.

I’m 30 and live in Canada. I’m the author of The Stacks and Leave A Message (which I do plan on finishing). I work in architecture and I hate it, I love dogs but don’t have any and I love to cross stitch. 

3. What do you never leave home without?

My phone.

4. Are you an early bird or a night owl?

I can be both but I am an early bird mostly.

5. If you could live in any fictional world which one would you choose and why?

I would live in the Marvel universe. I think it would be cool to be a mutant and try to convince Steve Rogers to sleep with me.

6. Who is the most famous person you’ve ever met.

I’ve had encounters with a lot of famous people but I’ve never actually ‘met’ anyone. I have a picture with Zach Braff, Mark Ruffalo’s autograph, I’ve yelled at Jennifer Connelly trying to get to Joaquin Phoenix and I’ve walked past Robert Sheehan and Bill Skarsgard on the street. I’ve also seen a lot of people at TIFF (Suki Waterhouse, Jason Mamoa, Kristen Stewart, Nicolas Hoult, Chris Evans, Kevin Smith, Ryan Gosling, Dustin Hoffman and Rachel McAdams).

7. What are some of your favorite movies/TV?

I love Friends, 30 Rock, Arrested Development, American Gods, Alias, Breaking Bad, The Office, Brooklyn 99, Parks and Rec, True Blood, Dawson’s Creek and Gilmore Girls. In terms of movies, I love anything David Fincher has ever done, Two Weeks Notice, Never Been Kissed, Hud, American Beauty, Lost In Translation… I was a film student so I like a lot of film.

8. What are some of your favorite bands/musicians?

Rufus Wainwright, Elton John, T. Rex, Hoizer, Kate Bush, James Blake, Scissor Sisters, Hawksley Workman and so many others. I also am a huge song person.

9. Favorite Books?

I love East of Eden by Steinbeck, Sirens of Titan by Vonnegut, Invisible Monsters by Palahniuk and the Beautiful Creatures Series.

10. Favorite Food?

Poutine

11. Biggest pet peeve?

People who chew with their mouths open.

12. What did you want to be when you were little? What do you want to be now?

I wanted to be a chef when I was little and now I want to be happy, I know that’s lame but I’m sad about 97% of the time.

13. What are your biggest fears? Do you have any strange fears?

I am terrified of sharks, fire and religious fundamentalism. My strangest fear is, and I hate talking about it because people think it’s silly so they like to torture me with it, but I’m am terrified  of the shark from Finding Nemo. Like panic attack, mental breakdown, paralyzingly afraid of it. Please, please, please don’t scare me with it or I will block you.

14. When you are on your deathbed, what would be the one you’d regret not doing?

I think I’d regret not having more time to myself. I spend so much of my time at a job I hate, going out to please other people when really I just want to buy a small house, have a dog and be in a position that I can have a cup of coffee without having to rush and stress about being somewhere else all the time. If I don’t want to work myself to death.

Okay… lets talk about your writing!

15. Which is your favorite of the fics you've written for the Bughead fandom?

I love them all for different reasons. The Stacks was the first, Werewolves of Riverdale is so different, Leave A Message was a nothing story I wrote cause no one was prompting me in those days and I love the dynamic in Girls on Film.

16. Which was the hardest to write, in terms of plot?

I would say Hot For Teacher. Smut is like comedy and horror, you never know what people are going to like and I was unsure if people would think it was gross.

17. How do you come up with the ideas for you fic(s)? Do you people watch? Listen to music? Get inspired by TV/movies?

Most of them are dreams and lately a lot of them are prompts.

18. Idea that you always wanted to write but could never make work?

I get a lot of prompts for hurt/comfort fics, I’m terrible at them.

19. Least favorite plot point/chapter/moment you’ve written?

I don’t think I hate any of them, you spend so much time with your own ideas you justify them.

20. Favorite plot point/chapter/moment you’ve written?

I would have to say the NIN concert in The Stacks

21. Favorite character to write?

I love villains, so whoever the villain is, that’s my favorite. Archie currently in The Stacks.

22. Favorite line or lines of dialogue that you've written?

In many years, when Jughead Jones drew a line through his and Betty Cooper’s relationship, he would trace the second he fell in love with her to that moment. - The Stacks

23. Best comment/review you’ve ever received?

I’ve had many people tell me The Stacks is better than Riverdale and that was super flattering.

24. How do you handle bad reviews or comments?

I don’t handle them well. They make me question everything I write but I just delete them and move forward. I’m writing something for free, I control my story and I’m not going to let anyone else bring me down.

25. If you could change anything in any of your stories, what would it be?

Writing fics chapter to chapter is hard because if you need to change something you can’t. Stories evolve and it’s really frustrating when you realize you’ve written yourself into a corner. I’ve abandoned many fics for this reason.

26. What is your favorite story you’ve ever written? Any fandom?

I wrote a zombie fic which I think I am going to try to repurpose for the Bughead fandom. That was my favorite story.

27. What are you reading right now? Both fan fiction and general fiction?

I’m reading American Gods by Neil Gaiman and in terms of fan fiction I'm reading What Fools These Mortals Be by @gellbellshead right now. I have a million other stories open right now but I am focusing on one story at a time.

28. Do you have an advice for writers that want to get into this fandom but might be scared?

Just do it and then promote the shit out of yourself. No one will think you are vain, people will be excited you brought a new story to their attention. Get a tumblr and immerse yourself in the fandom. Send people things, comment on posts and get on everyone’s radar. No one should ever feel bad about promoting their stuff, you worked hard on your story and you should be proud of it.

[luvhughes43]

nostalgia | trevor zegras x reader

suki waterhouse masterlist

part two

summary: y/n and trevor broke up as trevor had to leave her to play hockey in cali, since trevor did not want to do long distance. y/n thinks back to their relationship, the good and the bad, and thinks about how she wishes she could still be with trevor.

lyrics: "I talk about the past like i talk about you, i leave out every little thing that i dont like remembering" and "i miss you more than i say i do, you had to follow all your dreams, just wish that they included me"

word count: 0.8k

posted 3 years ago

y/nuser 

liked by trevorzegras, jackhughes, and others

y/nuser z baby

it wasn't that uncommon for people to ask you about your relationship with trevor. You’d be out at a sports bar with a few friends when Z's picture, or a highlight of his, would come on to the screen. Didn’t you two used to date? What was it like dating a hockey player? Is he a good person? Were all questions thrown your way. You usually just nodded or pretended you couldn't hear them. When you did feel nostalgia, and felt the need to talk, usually after multiple drinks but who was keeping track? you always made sure to tell everyone the happiest stories, the funniest jokes. You didn't like remembering the breakup and heartache. It was a long night of questions.

You escaped to the bar, dark blue light hitting off your face as you waited for the bartender to pass over your drink. you felt somebody nudge your shoulder, and you turned to find a girl around your age smiling at you. “Hey so i heard that you and Trevor Zegras used to-” 

You turned back to the bar just as the bartender took somebody else’s order a few spots away. Your drink was set in front of you and you were glad for the distraction, quickly downing it. “So like I was just wondering if you knew his type or… like had his number or something?” she continued on, clearly not getting the hint that you weren’t interested in the conversation.

“No i don't know him” you snapped as you pushed yourself up off your barstool and onto the crowded walkway. You shoved passed the blonde who scoffed loudly at you, and made your way to your friend. 

“I’m going to head out” you shouted over the ESPN theme and the shouts of sports fans. Your friend turned her head towards you, she bit her lip, and you could sense the pity coming off her in waves. “Is this about trevor? Sweetie, I thought you said you guys had a great relationship? There’s nothing for you to be sad about” her voice was like honey as she trailed her hand from your shoulder down to your wrist. She held onto your hand for a second before dropping it. 

You hadn’t told her how much you missed him, or the heartbreak you went through because of everything that happened. 

You tried to give Vanessa a reassuring smile, “Vanessa, I'm fine it's just too crowded in here”

“Okay well I don't want you to become a hermit or anything” she turned towards the guy she was after and gave an obnoxious fake laugh. You chuckled just to satisfy Vanessa before you turned quickly on your heel and made it the hell out of the building. 

Posted 2 year ago

y/nuser

Liked by trevorzegras, _alexturcotte, and others

y/nuser lake day🌞

tagged: trevorzegras

Baby! Come here! Trevor shouted down from the docks. 

I'm coming, I'm coming! You giggled as you finished lathering yourself up with sunscreen.

Look, I'm gonna show you how to paddle board, it’s so easy. I'll take you for a ride he smiled at you as you practically ran down to the dock. 

When you finally reached him, he grabbed you by your waist and spun you around. He set you down and he pressed his forehead against yours, I love you.

I love you! Trevor, please we can figure this out! You cried as he started packing up your things from his room. 

y/n i've thought a lot about this, and i'm leaving. I’m going to play for Anaheim and you’re not coming with me. He said, and it shocked you how casual he sounded about it. Just this morning he had told you he had loved you, letting you believe you guys had a chance.

Baby please… I don't have to come with you, we can do long distance or… we can think of something just please! You put your hands on top of his, effectively stopping him taking your clothes out of his dresser. 

I don't want to, he whispered and you swore it was a curse.

posted 1 years ago

trevorzegras

liked by jackhughes, jamie.drysdale, and others

trevorzegras a dream come true

Every time you saw him post, or saw a highlight or reel of him, your heart broke a little more. You couldn't help but miss him, even after how he broke things off with you. 

If anyone asked, you swore things broke up amicably, with the two of you smiling and wishing each other off well. You never let anyone know the heartbreak he caused, because you felt so stupid about it. He blindsided you, and if people knew how much you actually missed him… it made you feel sick. 

Despite it all you wished he could have seen you in his future. You could never be mad at him for having to follow his dreams, but the way he handled it… you hated that you still loved him so much. 

[luvhughes43]

wild side | jack hughes x reader

suki waterhouse masterlist

summary: y/n is positive that jack is cheating. it started out as an insecurity of hers, until she finds proof that her boyfriend is seeing somebody else.

lyrics: "if she calls, would you run? would you run to her? 'cause i know how it feels when its not over" and "i learned to read between the lines, you're talking truths, you're talking lies, i can tell when there's somebody else"

word count: 0.9k

You weren’t obvious. You knew that Jack had a long list of ex hookups and girlfriends. You knew that they’d try to call him in the middle of the night, and you knew that there were new girls entirely that would try to lure him into their beds. 

You would say you were lying if you did not admit that you were a little insecure in yours and Jack's relationship. You’ve been together for over a year now, and every time he left on a long roadie, somewhere where you knew the girls on his phone lived, you got a little more into your head. 

If somebody called… would he run to her? You had been in relationships before. You knew how it felt with a past fling or ex called you up in the middle of the night, asking for just one more time… you wondered if Jack would answer.

“I dont get why you're so insecure all the time!” Jack yelled when you asked for the second time if he would theoretically pick up the phone. 

“It’s a simple question! Why are you getting so upset?” you retorted, arms crossed as you stared at Jack standing in the entryway. He was about to go celebrate a win with his team. He had just come home for a minute to change and to tell you he was heading out. No invitations for you to join him or anything. 

“I’m upset because you don’t trust me!” he shouted again, he ran his hands through his hair to try to calm himself down.

“I do trust you it was just a question” you said defensively, going back into the living room and taking back your spot on the couch. If he didn’t want to answer that's fine, but how hard is it really to just say that you wouldn't cheat.

“Whatever” was all he said as he slammed the front door of your shared apartment, leaving you to question if what you asked was wrong. You just couldn't help but want to be comforted by him, even if he felt your insecurities were ludicrous. 

“Sorry” he would mumble to you as he slipped past the sheets, turning you around so he was able to hold you close. You turned into him. You let Jack wrap one of his arms around your waist as you leant up to kiss the space between his jaw and collarbone. Trailing kisses, you heard Jack let out a soft moan from underneath you. You smelt the perfume on his neck, you saw the faint marks that you didn’t leave on his skin. You knew you were right to question how he reacted earlier, but you didn’t want to acknowledge it when he was the one you wanted so badly. 

However soon enough you couldn't deny everything you were witnessing. You weren’t an idiot, you could tell when Jack was lying. Every time he lied he’d looked at your eyebrows or your nose, anywhere on your face that wasn’t your eyes.

You also noticed how his schedule slowly started to shift. How he needed to be out later on the roads, how it suddenly took him longer to shower after a game and to pick up the phone. It all added to what you already knew. 

He got home late again one night, and you pretended to be asleep as he made his way through your apartment and into your bedroom. He quickly slipped in next to you in bed, facing away from you to scroll through his phone before retiring to sleep. You slowly shifted so you were facing him, and you saw him scroll through pictures of girls in his camera roll. Red lace, black satin, they were all spread out for him. No doubt his collection from the past two weeks of being away.

You watched him click on the pictures, you felt the twist of your heart, you heard him power off his phone, and you felt him shift to hold you close.

The next night he was gone again, and you were too. You refused to listen to another I love you. You packed as much of your things as you could, surrendering the rest for Jack to do with as he pleases. Your friend was quick to pick you up, scared of the calm in your voice as you told her you caught your boyfriend cheating again.

You have 5 new voicemails!

Baby, please, I don't know what you saw… or heard, but please come home. Call me back when you hear this.

1:23am

I know you're probably sleeping but yn i love you. Just tell me where you are and i'll come get you. 

1:35am

Okay yn seriously you're worrying me. I've been up all night waiting for a call or text… you’ve moved all of your stuff out, i just… let me see you please. I love you. You know I do.

1:47am

baby. I’ve waited an hour now, and I know you're probably hurting or upset… so please just tell me what you saw or heard. I promise I can explain. I didnt- i … I've been making a lot of mistakes recently and I need you to know that you’re not one of them. I love you. Please call me back.

2:49am

I love you. I am so so sorry. Please call me back. I need you. Please answer the phone baby… I swear I'll make this up to you.

7:04am

You never got an answer out of jack, but you had figured out your own. You deleted all of his messages and ignored his incoming calls.

[luvhughes43]

devil i know | trevor zegras x reader

suki waterhouse masterlist - luvhughes43 masterlist🌷

note: this is part 2 to nostalgia

summary: trevor finds out yn is engaged, and things escalate

lyrics: "i'm okay with history repeating, tell me i'm the one you can't forget"

"back in hell, at least i'm comfortable. need your body when my fire's cold. hand to heart, i'm gonna stay faithful to the devil i know, the devil i know"

word count: 2.4k

you haven't seen, talked, or checked any of Trevors socials in a while. you moved on. you were engaged to a nice man, and you dutifully accepted his promises of forever. 

your fiance wasn’t like Trevor at all. he was home all the time, he didn’t prioritize anything above you, and you knew he wouldn’t just leave you as soon as he got his dream offered to him. but he also wasn’t the good parts of Trevor either. he didn’t try hard to make you laugh, he didn’t shout out his i love yous for all your friends to hear, and worst of all, he didn’t make you feel those butterflies that everyone tells you to watch out for. you knew you were supposed to go for the guy that makes you feel calm, like your fiance. but you'd be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t want those butterflies that only Trevor could make you feel back.

y/nuser posted one month ago !

y/nuser

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y/nuser 05/04/23 🤍

Trevor wasn’t going to lie, he did keep some tabs on you. although he didn’t follow you on instagram anymore, his friends did and when there was a major life update they’d update him. It all started with them updating him on your wellbeing, knowing that Trevor was upset with how he broke things off. 

but you knew better. you shouldn’t have messaged him back, especially with your fiance laying asleep right next to you.

Instagram dms

trevorzegras Hey yn… I know it's been awhile but I just wanted to check up on you

y/nuser why? It's been years…

trevorzegras I've just been thinking a lot about us lately

trevorzegras I’m really sorry about how I handled things. I should've tried harder for us

y/nuser you didn't try at all. you literally broke up with me and kicked me out. we didn't even have a proper talk about it.

trevorzegras I know and that’s all on me. I’m sorry

…

trevorzegras Can I see you?

you shouldn’t have opened the first message, but you definitely shouldn’t have responded. And now here you were, debating on whether or not you should go see Trevor. A man you haven't seen in years… your dms with Trevor still lit up your screen, providing you with the light to see the man sleeping peacefully next to you. 

…

y/nuser when would you be able to meet up?

trevorzegras Are you still living in michigan?

y/nuser yes. i live about 40 minutes from the lake house

trevorzegras I can be in mich by the beginning of May

y/nuser I’ll see you then

i'm okay with history repeating, tell me i'm the one you can't forget

“what are we having for dinner?” your fiance asked as he thumped down the staircase. you were fixing your makeup in the living room mirror, getting ready to go meet up with someone you shouldn't. 

“i'm going out, remember?” you asked, turning around so you could fully face your fiance.

“uh, right. with the girls?” he questioned. 

“yeah. we’re going to go hit the bars so i might be home late. You don't have to wait up,” you turned back to the mirror, capping your tube of lipstick and moving on to scrutinise your hair. Trevor always told you he liked it up, so you grabbed an elastic and tried to figure out a style you could quickly do. 

“right. well maybe I'll just order take out or something?” his statement took on a questioning tone and you lightly sighed. 

“yeah that sounds like fun. maybe you can finish that show we’re watching, what's it called again?” you said flippantly, hoping to find something that could distract him from asking too many questions. although you knew there was nothing for him to question you about (it wasn’t unusual for you to go out with your friends) it felt different this time knowing who you were going to meet up with. 

“The White Lotus?” he supplied, but then quickly added “it’s not the same without you. it’d be traitorous to watch without you”. you cringed at the word traitorous but quickly covered it up as you knew he could see your reflection from the mirror.

“maybe you could start a new show?” you stated in a lighter tone “you can tell me all about it when I get back,” you turned around smiling at your fiance. he smiled back and moved over to the couch to find something on the tv. he seemed pleased for the moment and so you decided to make your escape.

“I’ll see you later,” you waved to him from the front door as you gathered the rest of your belongings needed for the trip. 

“no kiss goodbye?” he pouted, causing you to smile. 

“goodbye” you teased, dragging the last syllable out for emphasis. “bye!” he shouted as you shut the door behind you. 

the drive was short, and soon enough you were standing outside of Trevors rental house, unsure of whether or not you should go through with meeting him. you were convinced earlier that you should, but with the deception of your fiance… you felt guilty for what you were about to do.

Trevor opened the door, giving you no more time to question and let yourself be consumed by the fresh waves of guilt washing over you. 

the first thing you noticed when you saw Trevor was his smile. you don’t know what you expected, but he looked the same. he was more grown up of course, but seeing him ignited everything you ever felt for him inside of you. you felt the pain, the heartbreak, and of course the longing and loving that came with being so close to him for so many years. 

“do you want to come in?” Trevor asked in a low tone, momentarily startling you. you nodded in response, and he moved aside to let you in. closing the door shut behind you.

you spent most of the time just talking on his couch. you had gotten the tense apology out of the way, and you couldn’t believe how quickly you were forgiving him. 

“I just think it’s interesting how now-” Trevor leaned over mid sentence, cutting you off with his lips on your own. you didn't pull back, but you didn’t react either, letting Trevor decide how things would go. he pulled away slightly, a soft apology leaving his lips but you couldn’t hear anything.

lust and longing clouded your vision as you pulled him back to you, arm slung around his shoulders as the other lightly caressed his jaw. as soon as you kissed him you started remembering just how Trevor felt before, how often you two would be in situations just like this… how much you had missed him when he left. 

you woke up in the morning in the airbnb bed. 

“good morning” Trevor said lightly as he brushed one of his hands along your hair that was now out of its updo. 

“good morning,” you whispered back as you sat up in bed taking in your surroundings. yours and Trevors clothes were strewn around the room. your body felt on fire once you came to recollect last night's events.

fiance💍🤍: You haven't texted me an update

fiance💍🤍: Are you staying the night with one of the girls?

fiance💍🤍: Message me when you wake up. I love you

you shut your phone back off and groaned. 

“Is that your…” Trevor started but trailed off, becoming aware of what you both have just done the night before.

“my fiance? yeah…” the two of you said nothing, looking away from each other and the mess that littered the bedroom floor.

you quickly got up and ready. 

“please don’t go,” Trevor pleaded as you stood in the entry with one hand on the doorknob. you quickly dropped your hand. 

“i can’t stay Trev i have a fiance at home and-”

“leave him. just stay with me, please” he pleaded, reaching out a hand to grip yours. you didn’t push him away.

there was a brief silence, “tell me i’m the one you can’t forget” you cut through it. 

“what?” Trevor asked in shock, glancing up to look at your face.

“tell i’m the one person you can’t forget” you basically pleaded, no sense of pride left in your body.

“i can't forget you yn. i haven’t and i won't” he said, moving to stand less than a foot away from you. he leaned down so his forehead was resting against yours and you both sighed out. 

“i’ll see you soon, okay?” you whispered, looking up into his eyes. Trevor nodded slightly, pulling his head away from yours and leaving a small kiss on your forehead. he watched you walk away.

"back in hell, at least i'm comfortable. need your body when my fire's cold”

after the first time, you snuck out to meet Trevor multiple times throughout his stay in michigan. things gt tricky with him leaving the airbnb about a week into your rendezvous and moving into the hughes lake house for the summer, but you made it work.

you felt sick admitting it, but you were comfortable with the routine you and Trevor had created. The guilt from sneaking off into the night soon turned into pleasure, and your love for your fiance turned into something meaningless. the vow you were supposed to take in a few short months meaning absolutely nothing to you.

It was one stupid comment made about dress shopping from one of your friends. your fiance had overheard and agreed. he was actually nervous for you. the fact that you might not have your perfect dress weighed heavily on his mind as he kept pestering you to make various appointments at different bridal shops. 

you had tried on about twenty dresses, none of them looking or feeling right. you felt absolutely miserable. the weight of the fabric weighing heavily on your body as the secret you’ve been keeping from you soon-to-be husband weighed on your mind. 

“yn come on, this one looks beautiful on you!” your best friend expressed as your entourage soon became tired of waiting and watching you try on different dresses just for you to reject them.

you smiled lightly in the mirror, letting your hands trail down the dresses bodice and onto the skirt. it would have been perfect if this was what you wanted at all.

“why are you marrying him?” Trevor asked one night. you had your head on his shirtless chest, arm wrapped around him in a makeshift hug.

you tensed at his question. you weren’t even sure why you were going to get married. it had seemed like the natural progression in your relationship earlier, but now with Trevor back… you knew it wasn’t right. 

“i don't know. I feel like i have to” you admit.

“you shouldn’t feel like you have to get married,” he replied, hand resting against your bare back. 

“what other choice do i have?” you replied, sighing as Trevors hand trailed up and down your back softly.

“you have so many options,” he whispered. “you could come back to cali with me or-” you sat up looking down at him. there was a slight blush tinged across his cheeks, and the small smile on his face made you a little nervous.

“Trevor…” you trailed off.

“no, please hear me out. you can move in with me, and we’ll figure it all out” he exclaimed, a slight frown taking over his face at your hesitant reaction.

“i’m comfortable doing this with you,” you gestured between the two of you and the room that you were in, “but leaving… Trevor i don't know how to tell you this but-”

“but what? this isn’t what you want?” he gestured to himself, obviously meaning that you didn't want a relationship with him.

“It's complicated” is all you said, but that wasn’t enough for Trevor.

“this,” he gestured between the two of you and the room just like you had done earlier, “is an affair. yn you’re cheating on your fiance” he stated. “you want to hook up with me? have an affair? fine. i agreed to that. but you can't just say it means nothing to you when you're going so far out of your way to meet up with me. To lie to your fiance that you’re perfectly fine with marrying him despite everything going on with us right now” he said more aggressively as he pushed you aside so he could sit on the edge of the bed, facing away from you.

you stayed silent, taking all of his words in. 

“I’m sorry,” you whispered out as Trevor huffed and got dressed. leaving you behind in the hotel as he left. 

“hand to heart, i'm gonna stay faithful to the devil i know, the devil i know"

it was your wedding day. you were in the dress you had picked out, you had walked down the aisle with your dad holding onto your arm. your fiance had cried, you could see your friends and family smile as the officiant kept talking about promises and forever. 

your vows were over and done with next. You watched in silent horror as your finance professed his love to you in front of everyone you knew. he was holding your hands and you were terrified to break away. scared to continue on with the rest of the ceremony and terrified that you’d have to live the rest of your life out with a man you knew you didn’t love.

“if anyone objects to this marriage, speak now or forever hold your peace,” the officiant continued and you turned, almost comically, to see if there was anyone out there who was going to stop this. 

your eyes were big and wide, you were clearly nervous and scared. your hands that were still holding on to your fiances seemed to be slick with sweat. the wedding party looked around a little nervously at your appearance.

“don’t get married,” a man's voice sounded throughout the tense venue and you visibly relaxed as soon as you saw Trevors mop of hair rise from the crowd. “please yn” Trevor pleaded painfully. 

you didn’t even look back at the man holding your hands before you dropped them. shocked gasps and chatter sounding throughout the hall as you took off running towards Trevor.

[luvhughes43]

valentine | quinn hughes x reader

suki waterhouse masterlist

part two

summary: y/n has always been in love with quinn hughes but he's never known it. Everything comes to a head when reader finds out Quinn has a girlfriend. y/n is looking back at their relationship and wishing she could be with quinn.

lyrics: “All i wanna ask is, somewhere down the line, won't you be my valentine” and “If only you could see me crying, then you’d understand my symptoms”

word count: 2.4k

You sat alone on the floor of your apartment, drinking cheap wine to drown out your sorrows. You knew that this was your fault, that if you had just said something to Quinn that he wouldn't be off with somebody else.

You had known from a young age that you had loved Quinn Hughes. You could feel it every time you were near him, the butterflies, and the delirious happiness. 

When you had first gotten accepted into UBC in vancouver, you thought it would be over for your friendship with Quinn. But then a year later he got drafted and was moving to van… and you swore you guys were just destined to be with each other. Which is why you decided to just love him from afar.

Posted 3 years ago

_quinnhughes

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_quinnhughes: back at the lake🏊‍♂️💙

“I just don't want to feel used, y'know?” quinn had said one night while you, the guys, and some of their girlfriends were sitting around the campfire at the lakehouse. 

“dude you don't have to get committed to see someone” 

“Yeah well still” quinn had shrugged the guys dating related questions off. It made you feel guilty. Knowing that you loved him and he didn't want to feel taken advantage of. You thought that if he had known how you felt about him that he would feel like you were taking advantage of your guy's friendship. So you decided all those summers ago that you wouldn't tell him your feelings. You had thought that they would go away in time. They hadn't. 

“QUINNY!” You shrieked as he splashed you with the lake water. He rushed over to you in the water, placing his hands on your waist and lifting you up in the air. “I can't breathe!” you shrieked again tilting your head up to face the sky, laughing as he spun the two of you around. 

“Stop screaming!” he yelled as he laughed with you. A few seconds later his arms got tired and he lowered you back into the water. You two were so close, you could have counted his eyelashes if you wanted to.  “Quinn…” Your voice was breathy and you thought Quinn looked too serious for what was happening. He was looking down at your face hard, and you couldn't read his expression… his mouth was slightly parted. 

“QUINN! Y/N! DINNER!” Ellen Hughes yelled from the back porch. Quinn took a few steps backwards. You heard the sliding door close, but you didn't move to go to it. You were solely focused on Quinn and how he was looking at you just a minute ago. “y/n we should go” he whispered as he gestured towards the sliding door. “Yeah… I just…” you let your words fall, still looking up at Quinn curiously. 

He nodded his head quietly, and led the way back to your towels, and then inside. 

You took another swig of your wine. You let your eyes wander around the apartment and you couldn’t help but think of all the things you and Quinn had experienced together. Every little thing reminded you of him. From a wet towel laying on your floor, to a book on your shelf that he had let you borrow, you felt his presence everywhere.

Posted 2 years ago

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y/nuser: i just can’t have enough of a good time🥂🌃

You were at a party in downtown vancouver. Elias had invited you to come out with him and the team, claiming that Quinn was feeling down about the team's recent string of losses. You dressed all up, thinking that maybe Quinn would maybe just ask you out already. 

When you got to the party, it was clear Quinn was no longer upset about the team's losses. He was chatting up a pretty blonde, and you felt your heart break a little. So you did the only thing that you knew would help, get a drink. You wandered around looking for the kitchen, and when you found it Elias was there chatting up a guy you’d never seen before. “y/n! You came!” he met you halfway into the kitchen, throwing an arm around your shoulders and dragging you back towards his friend. He introduced you, but you didn't feel like talking. 

Soon enough, Elias' friend disappeared and Elias turned to you with a frown on your face. “What's wrong?” he said simply with concern etched onto his face. 

“Nothing I can't deal with” you sighed out, walking over to the various bottles of alcohol on the counter. You grabbed a solo cup, and filled it with the first thing your hand touched. 

“Is this about Quinn?” Elias said as he looked at your full cup.

You hung your head low and took a quick swig of your drink, coughing as soon as the bitterness of the liquid hit your tongue. “I don't know what you’re talking about” 

“I know that you have… strong feelings for him,” he said leaning against the counter across from you. You took another swig. 

“He's talking to someone right now,” is what you managed to mumble out as you felt the lump in your throat tighten. 

“You need to tell him how you feel. It's not doing you any good" Elias spoke as he grabbed your wrist, lightly pulling your cup away from its resting place against your lips. “I'll tell him” and Elias knew you were lying as you brought the cup back to your lips.

“Im serious y/n this isn't healthy” he said sternly, causing you to roll your eyes and ignore the sudden sadness you were feeling. 

“Alcohol will help me build courage! Just give me a few minutes” you turned back to the counter, ignoring Elias' discouragements as you poured more liquor into your cup. 

After a lot more drinking, much to Elias disapproval, you found yourself back in the main area. You watched Quinn talk to someone, luckily it wasn't the girl from earlier, but a random guy. He must've sensed you were looking at him, because as soon as he caught your eye, he was dismissing whoever he was talking to and made his way towards you. 

“When did you get here? I didn't see you come in” you giggled at the way his eyebrows pinched together as he tried to figure out when you got here. 

“I was here the whollee time!” you giggled out, grabbing onto Quinn's arm as you stumbled a bit. He grabbed onto your waist to set you upright, and once again you found yourselves close to one another. “Quinny…” you whispered out, shutting your eyes.

“Shh it's okay i've got you,” he led you out and to the door, “do you have all of your stuff? I'm just gonna take you home” he said as he looked you up and down. 

“No Quinn, wait!” you insisted, pulling him to a stop outside. “I reallyyy have to tell you something” you shut your eyes once again remembering what Elias told you. 

Before you could say anything though, you felt the cool chill of the winter Vancouver weather, and it sobered you enough to realize what you were about to do. About to confess… you opened your eyes to find Quinn looking down at you. You hadn't even realized that he was holding onto your arm. “I don't…” you begin but he interrupted you with a gentle voice, “come on it's cold out, we can talk about this in the morning”. He tugged on your arm and you followed him into his car and back to your apartment. You never brought it up.

You got up off your bedroom floor, padding across the hardwood into your living room. You set your empty wine bottle on the floor and flopped onto the couch. Pulling a canucks blanket that was gifted to you by Quinn over your head. You snuggled up into it, hoping all the alcohol would make you forget everything you were feeling. 

Posted 1 year ago 

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y/nuser: following the neon signs🌃

Tagged: _quinnhughes

Eventually, you got too hot with the alcohol in your system and the blanket twisted around you. You got up off the couch and slid your balcony door open. You walked out towards the edge, sitting right next to the glass fence. Leaning your head against the glass, you felt the chill in the air on your warm skin, taking you back. walking around downtown at night was a thing you and Quinn did often. It’s been awhile since you last went out.

You and Quinn were walking the streets of Vancouver late at night. “So then Vanessa went out with this guy right? And anyway she dragged me to this bar and-’ you stopped, realizing that quinn wasn't right beside you like he always was. You panicked for a second, before turning around “Quinny?” you called out in the dark. He was a few steps behind you.

“Uh yeah sorry, continue” he smiled softly as he caught up with you, both of you now standing side by side.

“What's wrong?” you asked.

“Nothing, you're just really pretty” you felt your face heat up as his words hit you. 

“You're not too bad yourself” you joked, shoving into him with your shoulder, playfully trying to ease the butterflies in your stomach. 

Quinn smiled at you before looking away. There was a few seconds pause before you started up your story again,

“And there was this guy who was trying to hit on me-” Quinn frowned. “And anyway, he had his drink in his hand right? and so Vnessa came over to me angry of course, because the guy she was trying to meet up with ended up ghosting her, so she knocked into the guy who was talking to me right?”, you looked over and Quinn promptly nodded so you looked back ahead of you, “well the guy spills his beer ALL over me! Like in my hair and-”

“Why are you friends with Vanessa? She's not really nice '' Quinn interrupted your story with a question. 

“Honestly, I don't really know. She was the first friend I met at uni so I dont know… i’d feel bad if I stopped being friends with her” you and Quinn walked in silence for a bit. 

“So the guy spilled beer in your hair and…?” Quinn prompted,

“Right, and anyway the whole thing was awful. I'm just not sure I'm destined to meet a guy you know?” you said, looking up at Quinn. “Like all my life I've been waiting for someone and it's just… never happened” He looked like he was thinking hard about what you had just said, brows furrowed and eyes strained. 

“I don't think you’re destined to be alone” he whispered and it made you stop in your tracks, turning over to look at him. 

“What do you mean by that?” you asked softly, hoping he would just ask you out already. You thought that you sensed it was about to happen, with the way he was looking at you… and the way in which he called you pretty only a few minutes ago. 

Quinn shook his head instead, “I just meant that you shouldn't worry about ending up alone”.

You deflated. “I just wish I’d get with the perfect person soon” 

“I could set you up with someone?” Quinn asked, and you felt that familiar lump in your throat. He didn't like you back.

“No i'm fine” you pathetically tried to laugh it off but the energy wasn't the same anymore. The walk back to your apartment was excruciating. 

6 months ago

jackhughes

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jackhughes: the boys + girl are back

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The boys had a small break, so you all met up in New Jersey to hang out with Jack and the Hughes brothers. You were always close with them, having basically grown up with them, so it was no surprise to anyone when you also booked a plane ticket for the trip.

The boys had wanted to go out clubbing in NYC, so of course you went too. You had ulterior motives to spend more time with Quinn. After what happened on one of your walks, things feft more… awkward. There was tension in the air whenever the two of you were together, and as a result you were spending much less time with each other. 

As soon as you got to the bar you ditched the boys to wait in line for a drink. It was a Saturday, so the line was long. You didn't get back to where the boys were partying until about 15 minutes later. 

When you reached their area, Quinn had a blonde practically tucked into his side. He had never been so forward before, but you didn't know that for sure. You hadn't gone out with him in a while. 

“y/nnnie look at Quinner, he's finally taking our advice and talking to a girl! Isn't this great!” Trevor Zegras shouted into your ear so you could hear him above the music. You frowned. “....orrr not!” Trevor said upon seeing your reaction, he left your side to wallow. 

You watched from the table as Quinn chatted up the blonde all night. Your friends tried to pull you into their conversations but you weren't interested. 

Eventually Quinn caught your eye, he gave you a half smile, shrugging his shoulders in a ‘what can you do’ gesture, before turning his attention back to the blonde who was now stroking his left arm.

You left the bar early that night.

3 days ago

You shut your phone immediately upon seeing the threads and tweets speculating that Quinn was seeing someone. Your heart ached, and you took the day off to lay in bed and cry. Wondering that if Quinn saw your sadness, and symptoms of liking him, if that would change anything at all.

You walked back inside your apartment. Shutting the sliding door tight behind you. You couldn't stop thinking about Quinn and your guy's relationship. You knew being friends with him would never be enough for you. You needed and wanted more, and he didnt know how you felt at all.

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“All i wanna ask is, somewhere down the line, won't you be my valentine”

[luvhughes43]

valentine, the quinn hughes reader fic from my suki waterhouse list will be posted soon👩‍💻