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Unexpected
Pairing: Reese Wilkerson x fem!reader
Summary: A sworn enemy sparks a romance at a halloween party?
Warnings: Language
A/N: sorry guys, i keep going m.i.a!
Word Count: 1.3k
Reese Wilkerson, where would you even start with this boy? You could always say you hated him, that he made your blood boil, that the thought of him made you want to jump into on-coming traffic, but that wasn't enough, that was too ordinary. To keep it short and simple, you loathed him.
Now a lot of people hated him, but you, you had to take that number one spot.
Your hatred started in elementary school, you were sat soundly in your fourth grade class, doing your maths work. Then he walked in, you had heard of Reece before, as he had been a terror in the second grade class across the hall.
"Children, we have a new student today, well kind-of. This is Reese, he moved to this class from Miss Wiggin's class, let's all be the sweetest angels we can be to him!" Your teacher spoke gently. Looking back, you felt horrible for this woman, a young twenty-something lady, in her first year of teaching having to take on the devil in a eight year-olds body for a year.
The children in the class watched as he stood blankly staring at the back wall of the room, silent.
"Honey, how about you go sit next to y/n," your teacher sweetly instructed, "y/n can you please raise your hand."
This is where it started, this very moment. Reese stalked over to the empty seat next to you, deciding to kick your seat as forcefully as an eight year-old could before sitting down. This made your pen glide over the paper, directing on your finished work.
"Are you kidding me!" You yelped, slamming your pen down, before you could even face the menace that caused this, you could hear him giggling away.
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Despite this interaction happening over seven years ago he still does the same giggle everytime he does something to ruin your day, which surprisingly is multiple times a day.
For once there was nothing he could do that would properly piss you off today, since it was halloween, and you were attending your best friend, Orla Presley's party.
You were sat with her in the lunch hall when he spotted you and strided over, "what is it today Reese?" You inquired looking up at the boy. "Wanting my lunch or something? Not surprised you are fat as fuck."
"Wow y/n, where's the kindness?" he taunted, placing his hand over his heart in faux-hurt.
"I'm not in the mood, take the hint and fuck off," you deadpanned in return, making him huff and walk away. "I hate that kid."
"Well y/n, I think he has a crush on you," Orla teased, wiggling her fingers in your face, making you start to laugh.
"Oh yeah, way to get the girl, bully her until she's sixteen, sure he does," you chuckled, pushing Orla's hand out of your face.
"Who knows?" She shrugged in response before starting to chat on about her party.
Orla waved to you as she walked the opposite way from the lunch hall, her having Spanish, and you having English. Then something harshly hit you on the back of the head, before thumping off the floor, it was a metal ball of some sort, then you heard the giggle and looked up to see Reese proudly smirking.
"What the fuck Reese! Leave me alone!" You screamed, walking up to him and bitch-slapping his cheek, "you are such a freak!"
For the first time ever, Reese actually looked upset by your words, he looked affected by your hatred. All he did in return was gulp and nod, before walking away in the direction of the main school doors.
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"You what?" you shrieked, turning away from the light-up mirror in Orla's room to face her in shock.
She started nervously laugh, "I invited Reese Wilkerson," she repeated sheepishly.
"Why! Why would you do that?"
"I know you hate him, but maybe you need to give him a chance, you guys would be such a cute couple!" She insisted in a persuasive tone.
"Please get that thought out of your head Orla!" you begged, before turning back around to finish adding fake blood to your neck.
You and Orla were dressed as pathetic excuses for vampire, all you did was add fake blood to your lip and neck, and darken your under eyes. Outfit-wise you both wore matching flowy black skirts that cut off mid-thigh, with little burgundy off the shoulder knitted jumpers that showed more skin than it covered.
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You were standing at the drinks table flirting with the captain of the football team, Leo Krint, when he walked in. Reese fucking Wilkerson.
He was wearing a skeleton morph suit, minus the mask, and grey sweatpants over the top. You watched as Orla walked straight over to him, pointing right at you. You had to say this threw you off, but then again you were stood right in front of the drinks table, that's probably what she was indicating towards, but you wanted to find out for sure.
"Leo, I need to go, I'll find you later," you hurriedly spoke, leaning up to place a kiss on his cheek.
"Sounds like a plan gorgeous," he replied, walking towards the group of footballers.
You swiftly walked over to Orla and Reece, latching onto your best friend's arm, "Orla, a word?"
"Yeah of course, I'll be right back Reece." He simply nodded before sending you a genuine smile, the first one you'd ever received from him, matter of fact, probably the first one he's ever did.
"Are you trying to set us up or something?" You inquired, crossing your arms.
"Ding, ding, ding," she chimed, grinning at you. Although you did not look pleased, "come on y/n! Give him a chance, I spoke to him earlier he really does like you!"
You hummed for a second, looking over at the boy, who was standing there looking around aimlessly. You had to admit he was pretty cute when he's being civil.
"I mean, he isn't totally ugly, and his smile is really pretty, infatuating really." You smiled softly, "but that doesn't mean I like his personality! It is stricly superficial!"
This made Orla beam, "see! you two would be perfect! Go talk to him!" She demanded, pushing you towards him, whisper-chanting 'go' in your ear.
When you got to him Orla took off to talk to someone else, "bitch," you muttered to yourself. "Hi Reese," you hesitantly spoke.
"I just want to say that I think you look really pretty right now, well you always look pretty, and I don't know why I wanted to make you hate me! Cause now we'll never be anything!" He rapidly blurted out, you making little to nothing out.
You started to laugh, "woah Reese, honey, slow down. I have no clue what you just said."
He started to scratch the back of his neck nervously, "I think you look really pretty, don't get me wrong you always look pretty, but you look beautiful right now."
This made your heart melt, without saying a word you grabbed his hand and walked outside, "if you think all that, then why are you so horrible to me?" you softly asked, still holding onto his hand.
"I don't know," he mumbled, "I know that I fucked up any chance I ever had with you."
"Reese, you'll still have a chance, because you're clearly a sweet boy, you just don't know what to do with yourself." you commented, smiling as you saw his face light up.
"I've been in love with you, since the first time I saw you in that third grade class." He confessed, looking away sheepishly the more he spoke.
All you could think to do in return was kiss him, so that is exactly what you did, your hands slid up his chest and around his neck to rest on the back of his head. Since he was atleast a head taller than you, you had to got up on your tippy toes to connect your lips with his.
His arms immediately snaked around your waist, pulling you flush against him. When the kiss broke he mumbled something about his parents being away out and his house being empty.
Now that was an unexpected night.
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might make fics related to every song on Speak Now TV
lmk if you guys would enjoy that!
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James Dean, East of Eden [1955]
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Heyy girll can u do a niko o/s where yn gets invited to shoot with the beta squad as a guest nd ppl knows abt yn nd nikos relationship so they think it’s cute etc nd they keep flirting while they’re filming 😭🙏🏼
Cutie Patooties
Pairing: Niko Omilana x fem!reader
Summary: Niko's day seems to lighten up incredibly after a certain guest is invited into the studio.
Warnings: Swearing
A/N: Recently I have been really into the beta squad and the sidemen so please keep these requests coming! This is so rushed I'm sorry!!
Word Count: 1k
The other 4 members of The Beta Squad, plus Yung Filly and Hary Pinero, were sat giddily in the studio awaiting the special guest for this Saturday's video, everyone knew this would send Niko's mood sky rocketing.
He had been in a mood for the past 2 weeks since his girlfriend, you, had been on tour for your newest album so he hadn't been able to see you. Little did he know you were going to be waltzing through that set of double doors at the rear end of the studio as soon as the cameras start rolling.
"Niko! Get up!" Kendall, one of the members of the camera crew called, he pulled himself off the couch and towards the other boys.
"Today one Beta Squad.." Kenny began the intro before Chunks interuppted.
"We have a guest!" He announced, earning a confused look from your boyfriend.
All the boys turned to look at the double doors at the back as all the cameras moved to focus on it.
The doors swung open as you waltzed in, "it's me!" You stated, twirling around.
"No way!" Niko shouted, his mood immediately lighting up.
"Yes way!" You shouted back with a laugh as he jogged over to engulf you in a hug. "Can you guys believe this? My own boyfriend didn't notice my 10-day break in shows!" You jokingly complained to the camera, earning a huff from Niko.
"Be quiet and let me enjoy your presence for 2 seconds," he mumbled, picking you up and spinning you in the air, earning a squeal from you. He placed you back down on the ground and engulfed you in yet another hug. "I missed you baby."
You both walked over to the other boys, Niko's hand grasping yours for dear life. The boys then began to explain the video. They had 5 girls waiting in the main studio as Filly was going to be playing Blind Dating Girls Based On Their Outfits.
You were sat on your boyfriend's lap, in between both Chunkz and Sharky, with Aj, Harry and Kenny in front of you on the couch.
"The Beta Squad are gonna play cupid, by trying to find, our friend Filly, love. The twist is, the girls are hidden behind a curtain, and round, by round, we'll slowly raise the curtain to reveal the girls that may take Filly's heart. Also! Another twist, Filly doesn't get to pick who goes through each round, we do. By wingmanning from another room and deciding which girls will get rejected. Let's see if we can find Filly true love!" Chunkz explained, going over each rule of the episode.
"See if Aj was doing this, he'd be able to see under." Niko stated, earning laughs from the other boys.
You turned around to him, "and if it was you, you would see over it."
"Yeah! What she said! Lanky!" Aj quipped, making Harry pull him back down to the couch.
You leaned back into Niko, Sharky audibly awing at your comfort around him. Filly started asking the girls their names and ages, without interruption from the 7 of you in the next room.
He went on to ask about icks which sparked conversation between you and the boys.
"Y/N what are your icks?" Harry asked you, making you lean further into Niko in thought.
You hummed, "I haven't really thought of any."
"Well what's one thing Niko could do that would make you be like 'wtf is that thing I'm dating'?" Kenny asked you.
You smiled in return before speaking, "I love him too much! He couldn't do anything!"
Niko grinned and kissed the top of your hair, everyone else reacted with disgusted sounds and Aj mumbled "they're so cute it's disgusting."
After a while of watching Filly talk to the women, Niko grabbed the mic.
"Ask them if they shave." He told him in a monotone voice.
"Niko!" You shrieked hitting his arm and snatching the mic. "Don't you fucking dare Finny, that is the crudest thing you can ask a girl! Instead ask what their favourite song is or something."
He smiled at the camera that was used to show you guys what was going on in the other studio. He went down the line asking what the girls' favourite songs were.
The first girl said a song by you, which made all the boys, including Finny cheer, the next said Under the Influence by Chris Brown, the next said anything by Britney Spears, and the final girl said Irregular Love by LilTjay.
"Okay, It's time for us to vote out another girl," Harry said into the mic.
"Girl 2, she really said Under the Influence, absolutely not." You stated.
This caused Chunkz to pipe up, "what's wrong with Under the Influence? Huh!"
"It's a shit song that's what's wrong with it!" Niko answered, making you nod your head proudly.
"Shut up! You're only saying that cause you don't want to upset Y/N!" Sharky exclaimed, making Niko flush.
"All I'm saying is I want rid of her," you huffed, making Niko wrap his arms around you softly.
"The fans will be loving this," Kenny laughed, indicating to you and Niko.
He was right, the number of edits you had seen floating around Instagram, Twitter and Tiktok of the two of you was crazy. They were adorable, you had to admit, and seeing the reactions of fans when you commented on their videos was enough to leave you happy for a week.
"So what? I'm just showing my girl some love." Niko nonchalantly answered, making you hide your face in his arm.
The video continued on, every so often the cameras would switch from Filly to you and Niko cuddling into eachother.
When the video came to an end Filly walked into the other studio which contained you and the boys, with his new girl, Melissa.
"Love is in the air!" Chunkz grinned, looking between you and Niko to Filly and Melissa.
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Twitter
Pairing: Stephen Tries x fem!reader
Summary: A little twitter thread
Warnings: none
A/N: this is just a shitpost tbh
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NAVIGATION
WHO AM I?
Hello, I'm luvrlou, but by all means, call me Lou! I'm a girl from Scotland who adores writing (I wrote a 5,000 word essay about great white sharks when I was 10 for no reason).
I have decided to leave moonlight-394 in the past, I lived on Tumblr under that user for nearly 2 and a half years, so I thought I have changed quite a bit as has my writing, so I'm rebranding!
Don't worry yourselves my old writing is not getting deleted, as much as it makes me cringe, it's staying.
I guess I'll tell you all some stuff about me since I haven't been that personal on here before.
I adore Elvis Presley
I have watched every single shark documentary on Disney+ over 5 times
I watched Hamilton every night for 2 months during Lockdown
I have binged Friends 14 times
I have broken my left ankle 8 times over the past 7 years
Jimmy Dean is my favourite actor
I can recite the whole Chinese takeaway scene in The Lost Boys
I can write down the lyrics to All Too Well (10 Minute Version)(Taylor's Version)(From The Vault) from memory
IMPORTANT LINKS
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Pinterest
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TAGS
I sort my posts into 5 tags to make navigation much easier.
#lou writes fanfic
Any fanfiction I have written will be put under this tag.
#lou converses
Anything random will be put under this tag. (questions, thoughts, replies etc)
#lou important things
Any important posts will be put under this tag
#lou reblogs
Anything I reblog is put under this tag
#lou makes gifs
Any gifs I make are put under this tag
BAES
Celebrity Crushes
James McAvoy
James Dean
Jaeden Martell
Jennifer Aniston
Britney Spears
Eminem
Miles Teller
Kiefer Sutherland
Corey Haim
Elvis Presley
C. Thomas Howell
Avril Lavigne
Rob Lowe
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currently rejigging my whole blog
rip moonlight-394 (30th mar 2021 - 1st jul 2023)
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Cannot believe it's been a year since we lost technoblade.
Absolutely fucking insane, I'm sitting here still trying to fathom the fact he's actually gone. Even though I no longer watch any of the mcyts anymore I still check their channels from time to time just to kind of see how they're doing.
Tommy's video broke my heart in two, seeing that man cry brings tears to my eyes, you could just tell how much they all cared, and still care to this day, about techno.
But again, I have to applaud this man, he really made blankets, t-shirts, jumpers and water bottles as post-death merch. His video announcing his death was literally called 'so long nerds', he still managed to make his death humorous.
He left us all sitting there like what the actual fuck after that video.
The fact he's managed to accumulate so many new subscribers after his death is crazy, he definitely left his mark on Youtube.
What a way to go, honestly.
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"Y/N and Cal being our favourites"
Pairing: Calfreezy x fem!reader
Summary: If a fan made a compilation of Cal and Y/N's best moments.
Warnings: swearing, sexual references, alcohol use
A/N: I made the reader Scottish for no real reason
Word Count: 1.6k
"Christmas baking attempts"
"Cal! Are you stupid?" You shrieked as he put an egg, shell and everything, into the cake batter you had spent half of your video making.
"What! It said add one egg!" He was quick to defend himself. You and Cal had decided to make a baking vlog for your youtube channel. Safe to say it's not really going to plan.
You sighed and clutched your head, "without the shell babe, without the shell."
"I'll just take it out then," he grumbled, reaching into the batter to retrieve the egg, coating his hand in the gooey subtance.
You groaned yet again, he looked over to you, his face holding a cheeky grin. "Cal," you warned as he approached you. "Cal! Stop!"
He chased you around the kitchen island his dirty hand stretching towards you, "come here, darling!" He cooed jokingly.
"Piss off Freezy!" You screamed, him closing the large gap between you alarmingly fast.
Before you knew it, he had grabbed your hand and pulled you towards him. He planted his batter-covered hand onto the side of your face.
"I fucking hate you," you mumbled as he cackled. "Naw don't laugh, it's no funny Cal!" Instead of laughed again, he leaned into you and enveloped your lips in a sweet and innocent kiss.
"Don't want to scare off your viewers now do we, doll?" He taunted, his lips ghosting over yours, you slapped his face lightly, turning away in a faux huff.
2. "IT GOT SO MUCH WORSE..."
"Alright Harry," you smiled at the younger man as you and Cal walked over to the table he was sitting at. A view of the beautiful Mykonos beach stretched past you all.
Before he could reply Callum's voice echoed, his camera pointing towards the three of you, "just hooked up with them again, apparently there was some interesting stories that happened last night." He sat across from you and Cal, who you were practically on top of. "Aw what an adorable pair of lovebirds!"
"Shut it, Lux," Cal groaned back. You sending him the middle finger
Callum only laughed in return and placed his camera in front of him and Harry. "I come to my senses at six, thirty am. So I'm outside, didn't even know how I got there." Harry continued to tell the story of how he had drunkenly let himself into a random man's villa.
"Even worse, he was in nothing but his boxers," Cal chuckled, making Harry groan embarrassedly.
"So, I'm like alright, Freezy will save me! So I run upstairs, bang on his door for a bit." He explained.
"Aye, then I answer the door and that shred of innocence I had left fucked off. The only man I should see in such a lack of clothes is Cal!" You butted in, making Cal red in the face And Callum burst out laughing.
"Yeah, so I end up sleeping in their bathtub with a towel over me, Y/N was nice enough to lend me a pillow." Harry finished his story.
"Sure I'm such a gem," you laughed, leaning on top of Cal, who only kissed your forehead in return.
3. "How I bitched Calfreezy"
You and Cal were making a storytime of how your relationship came about, at about 6 minutes in footage of Cal's vlog from the unexpected night started playing.
"Is that the real KSI!" Cal exclaimed in faux shock, his plastic cup half full of beer swishing about in his hand.
"Ah, Yes! It is I! The KSI!" His friend states in return, waving his arms about in a drunken manner, accidentally hitting a girl behind him.
It was you, you were that girl.
You whipped your head around in an irritated sense, "Watch it! I'm trying to drink over her!"
Cal laughed in response, "sorry love!"
"Don't sorry love me," you quipped. Before turning back to your girlfriends, "what a fud, honestly," you mumbled to them.
4. THE ROAST OF THE SIDEMEN
"Hello, hello. If you don't already know me, shame on you. But I am Y/N L/N-" You began, standing at the podium before getting interrupted by your boyfriend in the crowd.
"Freezy! Y/N Freezy!"
You smiled while rolling your eyes, "we'll talk once you put a ring on it."
Everyone in the crowd laughed giddily at your roasts, picking off each member one by one.
"Honestly Harry, I don't know what's a bigger misfortune for you, your love life or your intense drug issues. I mean they probably go hand in hand, no one wants to get in and about a druggie." You stated, earning cackles from Ethan and JJ.
"That's my girl everyone!" Your boyfriend shouted out yet again from the crowd.
"Like a said previously, put a ring on it babe!"
5. THE ROAST OF THE SIDEMEN
It was Cal's shot at the sidemen, lets just say that boy had both no filter and no mercy. The best and decided cutest roast by fans was when he reached Simon.
"My girl also wants a ring, the kind you put on her finger. I think Talia is wanting a different ring for you." He grinned, shooting you a smile.
"Aye Freezy, when's my ring coming?" You shouted to him.
He chuckled in response, "hope you realise that you also have to spend your life with me, not just get a ring."
"Better be getting 2 rings then!"
He scoffed, "that is the whole point of engagement and marriage, darling."
6. is he proposing or did he just...
You had seen those tiktoks floating about your for-you-page for at least a month now, them always ending happily. As if on cue Cal decided to book a last-minute getaway to Rome.
Is he proposing or did he just give me his bank card and tell me to get my nails redone? You were walking into your kitchen when Cal stopped you, "babe!" He called.
"Yeah, what's up?" You answered, puzzled.
He handed you his bank card, "go get your nails done for Rome!"
You looked at him sort of suspiciously, but you weren't one to pass up on an opportunity to get your nails done.
Is he proposing or did he just tell me to pack my favourite dress for Rome? You were sat going through all the clothes in your closet, putting together outfits for your holiday when Cal walked in.
"Bring your favourite dress with you." He stated.
You tilted your head to the side, "why?"
"I booked that really fancy restaurant you haven't shut up about for the past 6 months." His answer made you jump up and hug him, chanting 'thankyou's. "Anything for my girl.
Is he proposing or did he just want to take me on an impulsive trip? Cal was walking with both of your cases in front of you as you sorted out your passports. Every time you flew he would deal with luggage and you would deal with the documents. You both knew that Cal was way to risky to have both passports and boarding passes.
"Can we go get drinks after security?" You asked as you joined to line to luggage check-in.
"Obviously."
Is he proposing or did he just buy me a brand-new bracelet as soon as we got to Rome? Cal dragged you into an authentic jewellers, eyes darting straight to the bracelets.
"What wrist do you usually wear your bracelets?" He asked, odd question.
"My right."
He hummed in response, "maybe you should switch things up and put it on your left."
Is he proposing or did he just take me to the most high-end restaurant in Rome? You giggled like a child who was going into a sweet shop as you approached the restaurant.
"Are you excited darling?" He asked, slightly tensely.
"Of course!" You practically squealed in response, "why? Are you not?"
He smiled softly at your confused demeanour, "Why wouldn't I be?"
He proposed.
7. SIDEMEN TINDER IN REAL LIFE (UK YOUTUBE EDITION)
Cal's face dropped when the next girl walked into the studio, you.
He first looked to the camera, then you, then the boys behind him. "Who's idea was it to put my fucking girlfriend in this?" He yelled before the camera cut off.
Cal walked forward towards you, a coin in his hand. "If I flip a coin, what are the chances I get head?"
This made you burst out laughing, "naw, lets switch this up, shall we? What are the odds I get head?"
8. We revered the tinder in real life ft. the sidemen
"Now if Cal swipes right to any girl who gives him a shite line I will not hesitate to two-foot him." You stated to the line of your friends.
You smiled as he strutted in as if he was on a catwalk, adding a little spin when he reached the board.
"Hello I'm CalFreezy, I'm 25 years old and I'm from London." He introduced himself.
You walked up to him first, "Hello, I'm Y/N L/N, I'm 24 years old and I'm from Glasgow." He chuckled silently, acting as if he wasn't aware of every little thing about you.
"Hello Y/N," he grinned.
"You're hot I would leave my fiancé for you." You stated, all your friends, including Cal, started to laugh uncontrollably.
"Just get out of here!" He laughed, his arm indicating to the left.
You huffed and stomped away, "my own fiancé, what a dick."
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Spy Deal
Pairing: Charlie Conway x fem!reader
Summary: Coach Orion has a little job for his younger sister.
Warnings: Charlie's anger issues lol
A/N: I think I'll make a part 2 for this.
Word Count: 1.9k
Coach Bombay had heard wonders about you, since he had met Ted Orion, to him you were the best marketer in the Hockey world, of course, Orion was a bit biased considering you were his younger sister. You had controlled advertisements for some of the biggest teams in the USA, even the National team. At your ripe age of sixteen you were really making a name for yourself.
"Y/N!" Your older brother called through to you, for a few years you had been living in Minneapolis with your brother, his wife and your niece, Jen.
You left your bedroom and walked down the wooded corridor to the living room, "yeah what's up?"
"I have a little research job for you, perhaps you could help me learn more about this new team I'm taking on this year," he told you, offering you a seat on the sofa across for him.
You were instantly interested, your work had been quiet ever since the local hockey team had moved on to bigger things, "yeah I would be happy to help, under one condition."
He let out a chuckle, despite being twenty-two years older than you, you always had a price when it came to a bit of help, "okay, okay, you help and I we go on a brother-sister laser tag and sweetie shop run. Just like the old days."
"Oh my god! Yes! We haven't done that since I was like nine!" You grinned, reminiscing about your ninth birthday where your parents both had meetings all day so Ted took you out.
He smiled softly before continuing, "I have a new team coming via scholarships, they like to call themselves the Ducks, they won the Junior Goodwill Games last season."
"I'll be through with whatever I find later, then it's shooting time buddy!" You chuckled, standing up.
"Whatever you say baby sister," he mocked, drawing his attention back to his television as you left the room.
You quickly ran back to your room and flung yourself into your office chair and turned on your computer, after a few minutes your home screen appeared. You hummed a little tune as you opened up the internet.
"I'm sure there will be some newspaper files about them," you spoke to yourself, finding the local Minneapolis news paper. Despite the world wide web being a new phenomenon the archives were easy to access.
You slowly grew more intrigued as stories of this so-called 'wonder team' popped up, you filtered the site to only show clippings that contained the words 'ice hockey', 'ducks' and 'Bombay', their coach and a close friend of your brothers.
More and more clippings came up, this team were incredible, you had noticed that they had 4 'star' players, Captain Charlie Conway, Adam Banks and the Bash Brother, Fulton Reed and Dean Portman. They had even beaten Iceland's team, which was coached by the Wolf, a well-respected genius in the hockey world.
• • •
Bombay felt much more at ease knowing his beloved team would be passed onto the great Ted Orion, and after learning of your work in the hockey industry, he was thrilled that the ducks could gain even more attraction.
However, the Ducks were not too fond of their new coach, he had stripped Charlie of his captaincy and had taken away the team's spirit. They were no longer the ducks, they were Eden Hall's JV team.
"They hate me it's impossible to work with!" Ted groaned as you were all sat around the dinner table, knees deep in yet another of his rants.
Jen, who always tried to see the best in a situation spoke, "who knows, they might just be scared of you?"
"Darling, I don't think so," he smiled almost sadly.
"How about this, I can come with you to practise sit at the side and see if I can get some information off of them, I'll try to see why they haven't taken a liken to you." You suggested, Ted seemed to enjoy this suggestion as he nodded slightly.
"Are you sure they would talk to you?" Your sister-and-law asked, "I mean you are the younger sister of their coach."
"Well I am the same age as most of them, they might feel like they could say something." You answer, hoping you were right.
• • •
"Gather round team," your brother called, before growing impatient, "god gave you legs for a reason, use them!"
They all grumbled while they skated over, stopping in a messy semi-circle around you and him, peculiar looks on their faces.
"You may be wondering who this is-" Orion began before getting cut off by a tall looking boy with brown hair.
"Y'all that's Y/N! That girl who made that team in Chicago mega-famous!" He shouted.
"The team can't be that famous if you don't know the name, Dwayne," another boy quipped back, this one had off-black hair and was shorter than this Dwayne character.
"Yes Dwayne, this is the Y/n and she is my younger sister, she's just here to supervise the game. She finally decided that lying in her bed all day fawning over Michael J Fox in Back to the Future wasn't being productive." He introduced you, his last comment making you shake your head and flush.
They all exchanged looks, before yet another boy, this time you recognised as Charlie Conway, spoke up, "What age is she, shouldn't she be a bit older if she's your sister?"
"I'm sixteen, our mum had him quite young," you clarified. "Okay Ted, I'm going to go sit down." The team's uproar started again after hearing that their new coach's name is Ted. You laughed, something so normal was causing quite the stir.
The practice wasn't anything interesting, just some drills and a mock game to finish. You were brought out of the trance, that you had caught yourself in when the sound of skates dragging to a halt in front of you.
It was girl who had a long plait in going down her back, "Hi, I'm Connie!"
"Y/N, it's lovely to meet you," you smiled.
She smiled back before pondering her next question, "does coach Orion always act grumpy?"
You laughed slightly, "no, don't worry, he does really want to see you all succeed but he just doesn't know how to get around it."
"Well he doesn't act like it, look!" Connie gestured to the rest of the team, who were all shooting at Goldberg as Orion barked out orders. That's when you noticed that one of the players who had played with them since the PeeWees wasn't there.
"Connie, is there not meant to be another boy, he's blonde, wears number ninety-nine?" You inquired, looking back at the girl.
She smiled slightly, "awe yeah, Banks, he plays for Varsity now." She spoke, almost proud of her ex-teammate. "Well, I better get back to practising, we need to speak again Y/N!"
You grinned, "definitely!"
the girl skated away, lapping around some of the other players, then shooting a puck past Goldberg into the net.
When practise finished Ted approached you, "so did you speak to anyone?"
"Only Connie, she's super nice, but she thinks you're dead grumpy." You answered, this made him frown slightly.
"I know this is a lot to ask, but do you think you could find Conway and try to talk to him?" He asked, a glint of pleading in his eyes.
You smiled, "yeah I'll speak to him, just because I love you so very much," you teased lightly, which caused him to gently slap the back of your head.
"You're a cheeky prick," he laughed, helping you up.
"That's what you get for having a sixteen-year-old sister when you're thirty!" You grinned back, walking off the ice with your beloved older brother.
• • •
You spotted the brunette boy in the distance walking out of Eden Hall, quickly, you jogged after him.
"Charlie!" You called out, which made him turn around.
He grimaced when he saw you fast approaching, "what do you want?"
"I just want to talk, you seemed kind of," you hummed. You tried to think of a way to make this sound like you weren't being bitchy, "agitated, earlier."
He huffed slightly, "Obviously, have you seen my coach!"
"Hey! Let's remember that's my brother!" You faked annoyance before laughing.
This made him smile, "Fine we can talk, under one condition."
"Woah there Conway, take me out for dinner then we can see where it goes!" You joked, making him flush under the blinding sun.
He shook his head sheepishly, "no! Not like that, I meant to buy me ice cream!" He scrambled out, "if you buy me ice cream, I'll talk to you about anything you want."
You pondered his requirement, "are you asking me on a date Conway?"
"It's a get-together, not a date! Don't be so silly!" He groaned.
You chuckled at his comment, "come on!" You cheered, beckoning him to follow you towards the seafront. Where an ice cream truck would roll on by tweeting out a chirpy tune at exactly ten past five every evening.
The pair of you reached the boardwalk next to the swirling sea just in time to hear the merry tune which signified it was ice cream time. Charlie immediately sped-walked over to where the truck would park and scowled at you as you slowly traipsed over.
"Okay, number ninety-six what are you for having?" You quipped looking up at the boy.
"Two scoops, chocolate orange and vanilla," he answered back after studying the array of flavours intently.
You only smiled at him before going up to the window, "a two scoop cone of chocolate orange and vanilla," you hummed, "and a rocket ice lolly for me."
"That'll be four dollars and fifty cents, doll," the woman in the truck said, handing Charlie both of the sweet treats while you reached for a five-dollar note then slid it over to her.
"Thank you!" You grinned, taking your ice lolly from Charlie.
"Since we never introduced ourselves directly to each other," you spoke before tasting your lolly. "I'm Y/N Orion, I'm sixteen and I grew up in Tampa."
Charlie gave you an odd look before reluctantly speaking, "I'm Charlie Conway, ex-captain of the Ducks and the USA team and I'm also sixteen. Oh and I'm from Minneapolis."
"Lovely to meet you, Charlie Conway!" You smiled towards him, a smile which he returned apprehensivley.
You grabbed his free hand and pulled him towards a free bench and sat down, indicating him to sit down next to you.
"So, Y/N what brings you to Eden Hall?" He asked.
"Well I don't go to school there but Ted just wondered if I could help him gain some information on the players." You explained, Charlie didn't seem to be fond of this answer.
"So you're only here right now with me for some sort of spy deal?" He accused, anger radiating off of him.
"No! Of course not, he just wanted to know how to get you guys working as a team!" You defended, hoping this answer would calm him down.
He scoffed, "well excuse me, we are a team, the ducks, it's just Orion is not a part of it!"
"Come on Charlie! He just wants whats best for you!" you pleaded.
He huffed again and silently got up and stormed away, you quickly followed him, "Charlie, he doesn't mean anything bad!"
•••
You trudged back into the Orion household, swiftly going to your room and slamming the door.
"Y/N you good?" Ted shouted over towards your room, there was a lengthy silence that followed which made him enter your room.
"Charlie hates me!"
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hello! i was wondering if you write for anesongib or niko omilana?
Yes! If anyone sent me a request for them I'd be more than happy to write it.
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THANK YOU SO MICH FOR THE PRESS IMAGINE! Been waiting for some to pop up!
AHH THANKYOU THERE IS SUCH A LACK OF PRESS IMAGINES IT HURTS
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Me re-reading my own imagines bc I make Y/N have a good relationship w her mum primarily just to cure my crippling mummy issues
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Get Out Of Your Own Way
Pairing: Matt Press x fem!reader
Warnings: swearing, drug use, underage drinking, Matt is a warning in itself
Summary: Matt Press can never seem to get out of his own way.
A/N: Why is there no Press imagines!
Word Count: 2.1k
If Y/N L/N was asked who she most hated in the entire world, she would answer with Matt Press in a heartbeat. Where to even start with him? Some would say he's a dick others would be straight up and label him a sociopath. Conventionally, he was attractive, tall, had dark hair and always had this mysterious glint in his eye, that's what caused the girl to dislike him even more.
"Halloween, the one night of the year when a girl can dress like a total slut and no other girls can say anything about it," the iconic words of Cady Heron projected from the small tv in Diana's bedroom.
"Di! Is this too much?" Y/N questioned, twirly around the room in a pair of black spandex shorts, a black crop top with purple zip and a witch hat placed messily on her head.
"Some would say not enough babe!" She replied, "put these on," she instructed chucking a pair of black heels towards her friend.
Tonight the two girls were headed to a Halloween party thrown by some kids in the year below, it was in this boy, Brodie's, basement. The pair were invited by a close friend of his called Abby Littman, Y/N didn't know her that well but Diana had known her since she was one year old.
"So what are you being?" Y/N asked the ginger girl sitting on the floor across from her.
"An angel!" She smiled grabbing the wings and halo next to her and placing them on. She stood up and did a spin, "tada!"
"Get your heels on so we can leave," the H/C girl ordered, switching off the tv, "we'll just walk, yeah?"
"Sounds good!" Diana grins, grabbing her friend by the hand and running down her stairs, locking her door behind her and heading in the direction of the party.
"Mothers lock up your sons!" Y/N yells as the pair enter the party hand in hand.
"Y/N and Di are here!" The other girl finished, receiving a chorus of cheers from the massive amount of teenagers in the basement.
"Di, come get a drink with me!" Y/N shouted over the noise.
The pair slipped through mountains of intoxicated people and poured themselves two cups of vodka, lemonade and blackcurrant juice. They clinked cups and downed their drinks giggling softly to each other before pouring themselves the same again.
"Let us mingle!" Diane croaked in a weird voice causing her friend to burst out laughing, they both parted ways and went to mingle.
"Glad to see you embracing your true self as a witch!" A male's voice boomed, followed by an obnoxious giggle.
"Lovely to see you too Matt," She pulled a tight-lipped smile, "Samantha," she nods towards the other girl.
"Awe, don't be so jealous of our Sam," he taunted, pulling a faux pout.
Y/N rolled her eyes, "I'm not jealous, I just don't like her simple as that."
"Don't need to be so rude!" The girl on the couch complained.
"Shut up Samantha," Press quipped before turning to glare at the girl in front of him.
"I'm away for a drink, bye Matty!" Y/N teased, grinning.
"And I'm joining you!" He added, clearly trying to wind her up.
She groaned and made a break for the kitchen.
"So Y/N, you do realise that you're meant to dress up as something for Halloween?" He laughed as she grabbed a bottle of vodka.
"Matt, you do realise that being a dick doesn't need to be your only personality trait?" The girl spat back, filling up her cup with vodka, and adding almost equal part lemonade.
"Woah, you have enough lemonade for your vodka?" Press asked taking the bottle off of her as she attempted to add even more into her cup.
Y/N smiled, "aren't you so cute caring about me," her smile dropped, "now fuck off and play with your little toy, she's waiting for you!"
He grunted in annoyance before walking off with a beer.
"It's shot o'clock!" Abby's voice rang through the small basement. All of the drunken teenagers gathered around the table tennis table and started to pound on it.
A chant of "Tiny sips, tiny flips!" bounced around the walls of the basement as Abby walked around pouring everyone a shot, Y/N stood oppisite Norah, a girl she knew fairly well.
When it came to her and Norah's turn Norah sent Y/N a quick smile before they both grabbed their shots and downed them, they tried to flip their cups, both messing up and sending the cups flying.
"Better luck next time sweet cheeks!" Press cackled his arm hooked around Samantha. Y/N sent the boy a middle finger, causing Diana to burst out laughing from behind her.
"Holy shit Di! You scared me!" Y/N drunkenly chuckled, embracing her friend. The pair walking off, "let's get more shots."
"You know how glad I am to have picked you to be friends with!" Diana commented, stumbling over to the kitchen, Y/N on her arm.
The girls grabbed a bottle of tequila rose and two shot glasses, pouring shots and linking arms, downing them.
"I could drink this all day!" Diana dreamily exclaimed.
"We can!" Y/N cheered, taking the bottle by the neck and pouring some of it down her throat.
Diana snatched the bottle drinking it wistfully slipping to the floor, Y/N joining her. Despite the partygoers coming and going from the kitchen, no one really paid much attention to the two girls tanning the bottle of creamy alcohol.
"Shit it's done," Y/N whined, sliding herself to lie down on the cold floor.
"Oh my, what have I walked in on?" The dreaded man said as he entered the kitchen.
"Oh Matty, be a doll and pass me down one of the vodkas," the intoxicated version of Y/N slurred.
"Absolutely not, get up!" He commanded reaching for Diana's hand, who gratefully took it and stumbled to a stool. Press then went to grab Y/N and haul her to her feet.
"Don't touch me, Matt Press!" She screamed.
"Come on Y/N, work with me, " he muttered, watching the girl submit and grab onto him. "There you go," he softly whispered as she reached her feet.
Matt turned to leave and Y/N went to sit next to Diana, "I wish he wasn't such a cunt," she stated, making Diana whip he head around.
"Y/N! Oh my god!" She screamed, and then they smelt it, the weed-infused aroma of a bong, "I think I know what time it is, do you know what time it is?"
"Bong time baby!" Y/N yelled, grabbing Diana's arm and stumbling towards the couch, "pass the bong sophomore!"
Y/N lit the end of it inhaling a big draw and passing it to Diana, Y/N reached over to Press and blew the cloud of smoke straight into his face, "oh you want to play that game huh?" He smirked, clutching her by the hips and pulling her onto the couch. "Hand it over Diana!"
Press took the bong and inhaled, grabbing Y/N's draw roughly and connecting their lips, the smoke travelled into her mouth. "Press! You animal!" Jordan shouted.
Y/N watched grinning as Samantha ran off into a bathroom, she stood up snatching the bong of the raven-haired boy, "Is there any weed that's not in here, I want a joint," she announced.
Abby sprinted off and came back with a small baggy filled with weed and a box of rolling paper, you took them out the girl's hands and kissed her forehead, "you're a gem."
The girl grinned and chucked herself onto the couch, on top of Brodie. Y/N stumbled towards the table to roll two joints, one for her, one for Diana.
"Come get one Di!" She shouted, the skidding and crashing indicated that the girl had arrived.
She picked one up and inspected it, "I love when you roll them!" Y/N tossed the lighter at her which she caught surprisingly well. Y/N placed hers between her lips and waited for her friend to light it.
The pair walked over to the people on the couch, the two girls mentally deciding to through themselves on Abby, the party had noticeably gone quiet, as the time had hit around half one. The only people who were left were the group of nine huddled around the couch.
"You know how much I love you, Abby, you're so cute and pretty," Y/N mumbled, cuddling into the girl she hadn't properly talked to since about five minutes ago.
"You two are definitely drunk!" Abby laughed, pushing both Y/N and Diana off of her onto the space next to her.
"We're not drunk we're just appreciating life!" Diana shouted, taking another long draw of her joint.
"While you guys appreciate life, me and Norah are away to have sex!" Jordan slipped into the conversation, causing everyone to groan.
"Shut up Jordan!" Norah reddened, pulling him away and up the stairs.
Everyone sat and talked for a while, despite never really hanging out with the group Diana and Y/N were fitting right in, laughing like they were old friends who hadn't seen each other for ten years. Diana had especially warmed up to Brodie who she was now all over in the corner of the basement.
"Perhaps we should take this to my room, what do you say Diana?" Brodie suggested to the ethereal-looking girl on his lap who was layering his neck with the red lipstick she had swiped on only an hour or so prior.
"I say that sounds great!" She beamed, grabbing the boy's hand and leading him up the stairs as silently as they could.
"I'm heading, I refuse to hear two couples going at it." Abby groaned kissing Y/N on the head before she leaves, waving a small goodbye at Ginny, who was cuddled into Hunter's side pretty much comatose.
"I better get Ginny home, sorry guys." Hunter pitifully smiled.
"No please don't leave me here with Matt!" Y/N pleaded making him burst out laughing.
"I'm not that bad babe!" He answered, giving her a side-eye. Hunter sent you yet another apologetic look, assisting a stumbling Ginny up the stairs.
"I need another drink," Y/N declared, standing up from her spot on the couch. She could sense him following her to the kitchen, which bothered her a ton but she was too interested in getting some more fiery liquid down her, instead of pouring something she just grabbed a bottle of vodka, slugged some down and trudged back to the couch.
"Stop hiding that you like me, it's honestly pathetic." A voice spoke behind her.
She whipped round, and finally he had well and truly pissed her off. "Oh my god, will you ever get out of your own way?"
"What's your deal, why are you being such a bitch to me lately, do I mean nothing to you," Matt shouted taking a step closer to the girl.
"Well fucking done Matt! You finally get it!" She yelled back at him. "You aren't as stupid as you give yourself credit for."
Matt laughed, "look at yourself Y/N, you're a mess, just admit it the only way you are happy with yourself is when you're drinking or smoking your dumb fucking joints!"
"What's that supposed to mean?" She questioned getting even closer, making him step back into the table.
"I stopped being close to you and now you cry by yourself in school and act like you don't give a flying fuck about anyone! Other than Diana? Tell me that isn't true." He demanded looking the girl up and down.
"You don't know the first thing about me Press." She spat, prodding his chest with her dainty finger. "I mean you can't even go by your first name and you call me pathetic, that's funny!"
He only grunted in response, shoving the drunken shell of a girl out of the way, this only annoyed her even more.
"Matt for the love of god, just let me hate you." She whispered.
He huffed, "I don't want you to hate me Y/N but we'll never have whatever it was we even had again."
"God Matt! Stop!" Her distraught voice begged, his complexion softened a bit before advancing towards her, "Matt, don't speak."
Y/N pondered her decision, looking at the tall body who is towering over her, in one swift movement she pulled the boy closer, her hands wrapping around the back of his neck.
Matt's warm breath fanned over her face, "are you going to kiss me or what?" He smirked.
"Shut it." Y/N reached up and placed her lips against his, him instantly wrapping an arm around her waist, his other falling firmly on the side of her neck, he started to walk her so his back hit the cold table.
"Jump," Matt grunted, breaking the kiss, his arms came down to the back of her thighs, lifting her onto the table. She wrapped his legs around his waist, letting him kiss down her neck.
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YOURE SO TALENTED IM OBSESSED W YOU !!!!!
AHHH TYSM BBY
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you write harry soso well,,, youre so talented !!!!!!
Thank you so much, I really appreciate it!
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