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PALADIN | Chelsea Seaver
When she was all done, Chelsea looked around her house one last time. Her parents' bedroom was neat, the bed pristinely made as if they had never left, in contrast to Chelsea's own mess which she did not feel obliged to clean up before leaving.
It felt like moving on. She had to remind herself that she was coming back. This was far from the end.
"I'm coming for you guys," she said to the empty house. "And I'm not going to stop until all three of us can come back home. I promise."
Then she turned off the light, locked the front door behind her, and was gone.
Name: Chelsea Seaver
Birthday: November 18, 2008
Age: 15/16
Home: Sable, Utah; Earth
Personality Type: ENFP-A
Chelsea Seaver is the only child of Raymond and Mary Seaver and it's their mysterious disappearance that clues her in to the fact that we are not alone in the universe. She's convinced they've been abducted by aliens and on Halloween night, her theory is confirmed when she follows a lead and stumbles onto a secret meeting in the basement of an old community center. When Chelsea is discovered, her only means of escape is the portal they've opened to another world and thus begins the adventure of a lifetime.
It takes her a while to get used to this strange situation but with the help of some new friends, she decides she'll do whatever it takes to get her parents back and return to her old life. But the universe is a dangerous place and after several very close calls, she eventually agrees to try out mage tech, an artificial magic that only bonds to a few. Amazingly, it finds her compatible and she is allowed to become a Paladin. The only other Paladin still alive, Shay Finnegan, takes her under his wing and teaches her the skills she'll need to know in order to survive the galaxy's many dangers and eventually find her parents and return home.
Fun Facts
Chelsea is deeply empathetic, passionate, and terrible at lying
She's claustrophobic and will definitely panic in small spaces
Likely has undiagnosed ADHD
Is very outdoorsy and loves camping, hiking, and the occasional game of softball
Is physically incapable of swearing
She's a dog person and had a sheltie when she was younger; if her parents hadn't been abducted before her 16th birthday, they were planning to get her a puppy
I'm happy to finally get to introduce my beloved Chelsea. She really doesn't deserve all the angst she's about to go through. With NaNo right around the corner, I'll probably be talking about her a lot.
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Wassup I'm corpse, I don't give a shit about pronouns just don't use she/her, I am a minor so don't be a fucking creep,
dni and other shit under cut
Dni: lgbtqia phobic, kink/nsfw, racists, ablest, pedos/"maps", anti furry,
Random facts about me:
Im the host of a did system, I'm also autistic and have chronic pain
Im a sfw femboy and a sfw furry
I listen to wayyy to much music: icp, sleep token, Lorna shore, cannibal corpse, Chelsea grin, rebzyyx, my chemical romance, pierce the veil, sleeping with sirens, ghost, Korn, slipknot, Whitechapel, d3r, and much much more
#did system#insane clown posse#juggalo#sleeping with sirens#lorna shore#cannibal corpse#chelsea grin#sleep token#sfw furry#sfw femboy#mcr#my chemical romance#intro post
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The Intro to the FA CUP game, and ofc Magda with her black eye
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an untold story ∞ j. fleming
pairing: jessie fleming x reader
summary: you were her untold story, a story that she’d never tell. but when a sea of chelsea players ended up finding an old camcorder on her coffee table, they’d never expected what would happen. swedish-canadian!reader
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a group of three took a seat on the couch, waiting for their freckled teammate who had gotten stuck in london traffic. it was supposed to be bonding time between the group of four, but it just so happens that the owner of the apartment got stuck in traffic buying ingredients for their get-together.
“a camcorder?” niamh said, as she carefully grabbed the camcorder she saw on the table. penille looked at the british woman who just gave her a lopsided grin.
magda just sighed, it was like there were two children that she had to take care of. niamh opened it, turning it on to see that it was working and it was in a good shape.
of course, it was—it held memories of her first love, and she wishes that they would be their last. niamh looked at the videos that were in the sd card to see jessie with an unfamiliar girl?
“it’s baby canada.” niamh said, chuckling at how young jessie looked. despite the canadian being in her mid twenties, she still had the baby face.
“wait, is this y/n?” niamh said, as she had gotten a closer look at the video. madga raised her eyebrows at the mention of her swedish teammate.
“what do you mean, niamh?” magda gave the british woman a look, as niamh passed her the camcorder. magda’s eyes widened as she realized it really was y/n.
“y/n l/n?” penille asked, as she played against the young defender. not only that but the love of her life was quite protective of her.
“they knew each other?” niamh shrugged, but stood up in realization.
“they were teammates in the youth levels, before she represented the swedish team.” niamh commented, forgetting the small piece of information.
magda hummed, but she had accidentally press the start button. she tried to exit the video, but she couldn’t.
the video started, a younger looking y/n was seen. a look of amusement was shown on her face.
“freckles, why are you behind the camera.” a 12 year old looking y/n asked, jessie’s chuckle was heard.
“i’m usually the one in front of the camera, n/n. let me be the videographer once.” y/n had a lopsided grin.
“alright, what are your questions for me, älskling?” magda raised her eyes at the swedish endearment, but felt her heart swoon.
“what would you like to be in 5 years?” jessie showed a peace sign in front of the view, as y/n playfully shoved her finger away.
“hopefully on the senior team, playing alongside you.” niamh chuckled at your answer, you weren’t however. but you did play together on the youth levels. penille gushed at how cute the young defender was, while magda had a soft smile.
“if you weren’t a footballer, what sport would you play?” y/n looked deep in thought, as she hummed.
“track and field, or perhaps badminton?” younger jessie chuckled, as y/n gave her a soft glare.
“i want you in the video with me, please?” y/n gave her a pout, as jessie sighed before taking a seat right near y/n. magda watched as jessie’s right hand became intertwined with y/n’s left hand.
“favorite footballer?” y/n looked at jessie with a smile, as she poked the young midfielder’s nose.
“you, freckles.” y/n said, as the video came to an end.
“so they’re childhood friends.” penille said, as niamh had her eyebrows furrowed.
“how come we don’t know this?” she asked, as magda gave her a soft shrug.
“there’s another one.” niamh said, playing it. it was jessie and y/n in their teenage years, more specifically 16-17.
“hi, i’m jessie and i’m with-“ the intro started as jessie gave y/n a soft look.
“y/n l/n.” y/n said, as jessie playfully pushed y/n who chuckled at her expression.
“more specifically, my girlfriend.” the trios eyes widened at the revelation. niamh had her hand over her mouth, as magda quirked her eyebrows up, and penille just gasped.
“yes, i’m jessie’s girlfriend.” y/n had grabbed jessie’s free hand, and placed a gentle yet loving kiss on the dorsal side (back of her hand).
“hopefully my last.” jessie said, as y/n grinned at her words.
“they dated?” niamh said, as magda gave her a look. it was an invasion of privacy, yet they couldn’t find themselves to stop the video.
“freckles?” y/n asked, as jessie turned to look at her.
“yes, n/n?” a soft look was shown on y/n’s face.
“i love you” those three words were said soft, as niamh’s eyes widened.
“i love you, dimples.” you laughed, as your two dimples were shown. she poked your right dimple as she chuckled.
there were a lot of videos of the pair, but one had catched niamh’s eyes. it was a video of jessie alone, dated way back during her college years.
“hi, it’s me jessie. i don’t know how to feel—y/n got into a terrible collision against the opposing team. she doesn’t remember me.” the canadian midfielder had tears in her eyes, as she grabbed the nearest tissue.
she was seen wiping the tears, as she held onto a stuffed bear. it wore small clothing, more specifically a costumed made jersey. it was y/n’s national jersey, the number 17 was shown and it was in swedish colors. she represented the U-23’s rather than the youth level jessie is representing.
the video had came to an end, as they looked at each other—a soft smile but it didn’t reach their eyes. the opening of the front door was heard, as niamh scrambled to close the camcorder, gently placing it back to where she got it.
the trio acted like they were in a small conversation but it didn’t work. jessie reached the living room, as she looked at them, analyzing their actions.
she gazed at the camcorder as she rushed to it, grabbing it before heading to her room.
“you didn’t touch it, did you?” jessie asked, as niamh whistled.
“we didn’t mean to see the videos.” niamh’s soft voice said, as jessie had flared at her words. but she didn’t do anything, except sighed deeply.
“i’m not mad, i just—i miss her.” jessie said, her voice broke as magda pulled the canadian into a hug. she hid her face into the crook of the captain.
penille softy patted her back, as niamh looked at her in concerned.
“she doesn’t remember me. and i tried so hard to talk to her—but i just can’t.” jessie said, as madga placed a soft kiss on the crown of her head.
pt 2 incoming
#jessie fleming#jessie fleming imagine#jessie fleming x reader#canwnt x reader#chelsea wfc imagine#woso imagine#woso x reader#woso one shot
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DELICATE✰ CHARLES LECLERC.
INTRO: who's y/n anyway? ew.
— the one where everyone tells you who are.
warnings: ignore the timestamps please, online harassment.
masterlist ✢ next
Soft jazz is playing in the living room of y/n y/ln's apartment in SoHo, with all the curtains pulled back the golden hour feels like a golden infinity. We're already in our second cup of coffee, a specialty brought from Veracruz, Mexico by y/n herself.
This is not our first meeting, y/n and I go back a few years, when the box-office hit 'Supercut' sent her straight into stardom and earned her a place in the public's heart. Since then, there has been no other way but up for the young star.
From humble beginnings and a list of failed castings, roles as an extra and endless photoshoots with stock images, y/n knows what it's like to work hard to achieve what you want.
"Sometimes, when I look back at my struggles I wonder what made the universe align in my favor. Hard work only gets you so far, I am incredibly lucky too." She says, eyeing the framed picture of the wrap-up day of her very first movie 'Loneliness', where she played the daughter of a struggling waitress.
"I was in about six scenes, but I couldn't have been more thrilled. It was the first time I felt like a real actress."
Of course, there are other aspects of her life where y/n is extremely fortunate. It has been two years since she started dating Asian-American hearthrob Aidan Kim. Looks like 'Supercut' really was her luckiest strike.
"We do like to keep some things to ourselves," y/n laughs after I ask her for an update on her relationship, I want to know the details behind the lovestagrams we get on a regular basis. "We love and respect each other deeply."
Night has fallen in SoHo and while y/n shuts the curtains, I take my surroundings in once again. A loveseat with a stain on the cushion, a coffee table that Aidan brought from a trip to Nepal where he filmed his newest project, framed pictures of the couple and their families crowd the room. This is the home they have built for themselves.
Some may argue that y/n's specialty are romantic comedies where she gets to play the doe-eyed love interest to the dark and handsome male protagonist, but y/n has her sights set on bigger things. An Oscar nomination, maybe?
"I have fun with the movies I make, but I do want to expand my horizons. I have so many ideas I want to try, I just need a shot to prove myself." She beams with hope, in an ideal world, type-casting wouldn't be a thing.
Speaking of tall, dark and handsome, just as we're about to wrap things up, the door to the apartment opens and Aidan Kim himself comes through bearing a bouquet of roses and bag of take out. A sheepish grin bursts through his face as he realizes the interruption, and does his best attempt to disappear, not before giving a proud thumbs up to his girlfriend. This peek into their private life is enough to see how much they love each other.
"Thank you so much for coming," y/n has been an excellent host this evening, and I am happy to leave her to attend to her love nest. "It was a pleasure."
TWITTER SEARCH: y/n
Y/N’s SOCIALS
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ynstars pretty! hope you had fun babes
effmeaidan you’re only famous thanks to aid
cestbren please tell me you’re really going to be on euphoria
dropbeastsss she’s so fake idk why people like her
dropbeastsss I’m not even aidan’s fan btw
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softforyn mY PARENTS
aid4nshoe you followed him to Paris? God let him breathe
loladell my friend saw her today and she refused to take a pic lmao💀
ynflowers can’t wait for you two to get married🥺
↺ FROM ❛FLIXFANS ❜PODCAST MARCH 2022
Chelsea Gonzalez: I just- I feel like y/n is so lazy at this point. Girl you have been doing romcoms for years read a different script.
Gabriel Irwin: [laughs] I don’t think she even reads them anymore. It’s the same role every time that’s just the way she acts on a normal basis now.
Brianna Martin: that’s so mean! Honestly I just feel like she needs to switch agents, there were rumors about that marvel movie and then nothing happened?
↺ FROM YOUTUBE INTERVIEW WITH Y/N IN ❛ONLYFLIX❜ CHANNEL SEPTEMBER 2022
Y/n: I just love being on set, I have so much fun getting to be somebody else and it really feels like I’m in another world.
Ryan Campbell: But your movies aren’t too distanced from your real life situation are they? You have your own movie-like love story with none other than Aidan Kim!
y/n: Oh, uh… yeah I mean, one is fiction and another one isn’t? [laughs] real life relationships are definitely not like the movies.
Ryan Campbell: But how does it feel knowing everyone wishes they were you? I know I do!
y/n: [laughs] I really think we should go back to the movie talk!
↺ FROM ❛IT TALK❜ PODCAST NOVEMBER 2022
Riley Green: [cont.] I mean I loved her look on the red carpet, her stylist LOVES her.
Martha Vincent: y/n is a gorgeous woman, I think that’s why she’s so loved by the public.
Greg Zane: She’s certainly a rising It girl, I just wish we saw her more rather than her fiancé? Boyfriend?
Riley Green: Oh take that back Greg, I’m not about to get cancelled for your shade towards Aidan Kim.
─── team principal radio: ❝ this is my first fic for a f1 driver! exciting! i hope you enjoy this series as much as i'm enjoying creating it. i would love to know your thoughts through comments/reblogs!♡❞
#charles leclerc fanfic#charles leclerc imagine#charles leclerc x female reader#charles leclerc x reader#f1 fanfic#f1 imagine#f1 imagines#f1 x reader#formula 1 fanfic#formula 1 imagines#formula 1 x reader#charles leclerc x you#f1 x y/n#f1 fluff#f1 angst
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Okay so kinda a old song butttt it’s my favorite can you do something with laugh it off by Chelsea jade it’s kinda a breakup song to me
Laugh it off - (ellie williams x reader)
Hi anon! Firstly the intro of this song is so fucking good, and also real! I thought it was a break up song too.... I hope you enjoy<3
This story is based off the song, Laugh it off by Chelsea Jade! If you can, please listen to the song as you're reading:)
Pairing: ellie x fem!reader
requests are always open, feel to send me one or a song and I'll take it from there:) Just a reminder that if you request something and you want something specific to happen you should indicate it in your request.
Warnings: meantions of cheating and sex
Summary: In which Ellie tries to fix your relationship after she was unfaithful
wc: ???
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You're coming in hot, but not so bright
Making a meal of any appetite
Just take it easy
'Cause if I held you up against the light
I could see clear enough to cut right
To where you're weakest
"just take it easy" Ellie spoke to you as she reached across the table to grab your hand.
You felt a shiver run down the spine, at the small contact. You and Ellie have not touched each other for months, and you weren't going to lie, you've felt empty and cold without her.
Ellie hesitantly interlocked her fingers with yours. A surprised look overtook Ellies features.
You let her hold your hand? For the last 6 months you made her life a living hell, depriving her from touching your and finally, finally you let her touch you.
It's crazy to think that the person you once knew so well, became someone you don't recognize.
The Ellie sitting infront of you wasn't the girl you fell in love with two years ago. And the way you were acting right now wasn't the sweet girl Ellie met and once loved.
The Ellie you fell in love with would never cheat on you.
It's crazy to think the person you once knew from the inside out wanted nothing to do with you.
Ellie knew your hopes and dreams, she knew your fears and she knew what kept you up at night. But the person she was sitting across was not that person anymore.
You weren't the girl that used to scream everytime she saw a spider. You weren't the girl that looked at Ellie with so much love and care, now you stared at her with a cold and icy look. A look of hatred, and anger.
There was no love left in you.
You weren't Ellie's girl anymore and she realized she fucked up everything.
"So...." Ellie started.
The air surrounding you was tense, your hands were still interlocked. You felt Ellies hand became sweaty, you felt the table moving due to her leg bouncing up and down.
She was nervous.
The future of your relationship depends on what you had to say. Ellie couldn't take the suspense.
Were you actually going to forgive her after what she did?
Ellie believes everyone deserves a second chance. She deserves one. She made a mistake. It's not as if you've never made one over the last two years you were together.
"Are you enjoying dinner?" Ellie asked awkwardly.
She watched you look up from the plate of food and you simply replied with "no".
Ellie frowned at your response, she thought you liked spaghetti?
"I thought you loved spaghetti?" she asked, confused.
"I don't like it anymore"
"what? Since when?"
"Since you fucking cheated on me"
Ellie went quite after that. She stared at you with glossy eyes, she hated when you brought this up.
"That night..." you started "it was our anniversary and I made spaghetti, and guess what Elie?" You asked her.
"My girlfriend was fucking someone else when I decided to suprise her" you started laughing as if it was the funniest joke ever.
Ellie started sweating with embrassment.
The room felt hot and stuffy.
Ellie waited for you to keep quite before she spoke again, "it was a mistake"
"This relationship was a mistake" you replied.
Ellie looked at you with her eyes wide "you don't mean that" she said softly, as the tears glossed her eyes once again.
"You said you loved me, you said we were meant to be" Ellie spoke.
"Maybe I was lying" you answered as you removed your hand from Ellie's grip. You got up and you walked out of the restaurant, not looking back at her.
Maybe trying to fix this relationship was a mistake. Maybe she should stop trying.
But you were worth fighting for.
I can tell that
You wanna laugh it off, but you're lazy
And I've been trying to make amends with you lately
But you're difficult to reason with and maybe
Just maybe
Want my chest to keep it heavin'
On the lighter side of feelin'
I'm not going into grievin' for you, for you, for you
So i'm just gonna laugh it off
"you can't keep ignoring my calls" was the first thing Ellie said as she walked into your apartment.
She heard you close the door as you walked towards her, and all you could said was "I can".
Ellie let out a groan of frustration. She was trying. She was really trying to fix things. To earn your trust again, but you were making it so fucking difficult.
Ellie tried taking you on dates, but you leave her alone at the end of every night. She tried to call and text you but you would never answer.
"How are we supposed to fix things if you keep ignoring me?" Ellie asked.
"Who said I wanted to fix things?"
Ellie opened her mouth in suprise.
"If I remembered correctly you came to my apartment crying, literally begging for me to take you back. To give you another chance" you spat out at her.
Ellie looked down at her feet before she quietly muttered "I came back because i love you".
You let out a laugh. Ellie loved you? If she did she would've never cheated on you.
"Love is about forgiveness" Ellie interrupted your laughing session.
You stopped laughing and you just stared at her. "For fucks sake Ellie, you cant mess something up and expect everything to be ok"
And once again you left Ellie speechless. "Now get out of my apartment" you yelled at her.
How long does one fight for something before you give it up? How long does Ellie have to fight to get you back? How long was she still going to be punished before you'd forgive her?
Ellie used to think that you're trying to hurt her on purpose. But the more Ellie thought about the more she realized that she deserved it. She was the one who cheated and she needs to suffer the consequences of her actions.
Ellie went back to you because she realized her mistake. She realized that you were the only woman for her. And she fought really fucking hard to get you back, and now that she has you she realizes what she did has caused deeper problems than what she initially thought.
You weren't being difficult on purpose, you weren't trying to hurt her. You were treating Ellie this way because she hurt you.
Ellie wishes you'd just listen. That you'd hear her out, that you'd let her explain. But what was there to explain? She cheated because she was drunk? She imagined she was fucking you instead?
But she couldn't blame you, because if you did the same thing Ellie wouldn't even accepted your apology.
If she had a time machine, Ellie would go back in time, to make her not go out that night, she wish she could back and stop herself from drinking so much, she wishes she could go back and stop herself from bringing that girl home.
So many regrets, and so many mistakes, but yet she could do nothing to fix it.
I wanna be wrong, but it don't feel right
Lighting my name up with an exit sign
You got me leavin'
You're pushing me into this falling out
And the moment that I watch my mouth
I lose the feeling
Ellie went out with a bunch of coworkers that night.
Ellie wasn't stupid, she knew she was an attractive girl, and where ever she went heads turned in her direction.
That night Ellie drank more than she normally did due to the amount of stress she was under.
Her boss was breathing down her ass, giving her assignment after assignment and she just needed a break. As Ellie kept taking shot after shot, feeling the liquid burn her throat, her eyes landed on a tall brunette.
The girl winked at Ellie, and all Ellie did was give her a smirk as she walked towards her. One thing led to another, and Ellie took the girl home.
It was about 1:00am when Ellie heard her front door open, but with her head between the girls thighs she couldn't focus on anything else.
The girl put her hands into Ellies hair as she threw back her head letting out a loud moan. "You like that?" Ellie chuckled as she went up to kiss the girl.
As they were making out Ellie heard a familiar voice from behind the door.
"your kitchen light was on so I assumed I'd come say happy anniversary early even though it's 1-"
Ellies head snapped towards the door, as she heard a glass fall onto the floor. Heavy breathes fell from Ellies lips as she looked at you staring at her with tears in your eyes.
"On our fucking anniversary?" You cried loudly as the tears fell from your eyes. You ran out the house, and all Ellie did was watch you ran away.
She watched you cry. She watched you walked out.
The girl Ellie was hooking up with, was grabbing her clothes and yelling at Ellie for being a piece of shit. But Ellie wasn't paying attention to her.
The girl walked out the apartment, and Ellie was left there. Alone and half naked.
All Ellie could do was stare at the broken plate, and her floor filled with spaghetti.
'Cause I got the good sense to laugh it off, but this is crazy
You make it seem like I'm the one who's being shady
But your love is in the liminal and maybe
Just maybe
"what the fuck Ellie?" You yelled.
Ellie had shown up to your apartment, once again, drunk and saying random things.
"Hi" she slurred before she put her arm around your shoulder.
"Did you know, Jesse cheated om Dina and she laughed it off?"
"Are you saying I should pretend you never cheated, and just laughed at it like it was a joke?"
Ellie hummed.
All you could do was let put a sigh as you removed Ellie's jacket before you placed her on the couch.
You left Ellie blabbering on the couch as you walked yo her room to get her a blanket.
You felt guilty for wanting to leave Ellie. You felt like you played a part, in why she cheated on you.
Maybe you didn't give her enough attention? Maybe you didn't treat her right?
Ellie never knew this, but you blamed yourself for a long time. You felt like you were the reason she cheated. But after a while you realized that it wasn't your fault.
You knew you deserved better. You deserved to be in a happy relationship and that person wasn't Ellie.
You grabbed a soft blanket that Ellie had gotten you for your 5 month anniversary almost two years ago, and you brought it to her.
You covered her with the blanket, as you looked down at her beautiful face.
She looked so peaceful. So innocent.
"I love you" Ellie whisperered, before she fell asleep.
If only you still felt the same
Oh, oh
I'm just gonna laugh it off
Oh, ohh
'Cause the air's got a weight right now
And I can't help but feel out your heavy breathing
I'm only teasing
You and Ellie sat in awkward silence in her apartment.
You cleared your throat as you looked at her: "I've made my decision- about us"
Ellie let out a sigh of relief. Finally, you were finally going to talk to her, you were finally going to forgive her and things would go back to normal.
Ellie stared at you with a smile on her face, waiting for you to say that you'd forgiven her.
"I think we should break up"
"what? No"
"Ellie please let me go... you know this will never work out" you whisperered.
And Ellie let out a loud sob at your request.
How could you ask that from her? How do you give up someone you love so much?
Ellie started sobbing because she realized there was no going back from this because she had truly lost you forever. This was all her fault.
You got up as Ellie continued to cry. And you walked towards the door, before you looked back at her, as she sat there sobbing like a baby.
"Ellie remember when you said that love is about forgiveness?"
You heard Ellie sniffle before she looked up at you with swollen but hopeful eyes.
She nodded as an answer to your question.
"If you love me, you'd forgive me for leaving you"
And with that you walked out her apartment, closing the door behind you.
And once again Ellie was left alone. Her sobs filled the room, as she fell onto her knees.
Maybe she should've let you go the first time.
Authors note: guess who's back, back again! I hope you enjoyed! Remember my requests are always open, feel free to leave one! Remember you are loved and to always be kind!
Yours truly,
Zia <3
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a big fat lesbian masterlist ✸
INTRO ━ i'm aj! sixteen. black. they/them. became a fan of woso after the 23' world cup in around september. the biggest fan and defender of the uswnt w/no shame. jaedyn's wife™. i like the frawnt, chelsea, san diego wave, gotham, angel city, psg, real madrid, tigres and man city the most. also into college wbb & woho. i love writing fluff mostly, sometimes angst depending on my mood. never smut though. i'm just an overall menace and very chaotic and a yapper. an orange cat by definition.
RULES & REQUESTS ━ my only rule is that i don't write smut because i'm trash at it for one and for two i'm a whole minor. that already feels weirdly illegal. however, everything else is fine; angst, fluff, and sad stuff. i write for pretty much anyone but mainly for my faves because i have a grasp on their personalities way more than other players. requests are currently OPEN, but they take some time because my mind sometimes wanna be all funny and have writer's block. also i'm a full time highschool student and athlete, so i don't always have the time or energy. still i like writing alot so don't be shy to send in a request, i'll get to it eventually.
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elisa de almeida
one. puppy love.
two. hot choco with a side of kisses.
three. the baby chronicles.
four. my favorite view.
five. eye contract is overrated.
six. kindergarten painted hearts.
seven. can't help myself.
eight. red looks good on you.
selma bacha
one. the biggest bully ever.
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aitana bonmati
one. falling for you.
two. lovely jokester.
three. lovely jokester part two.
four. ex.
ingrid engen
one. never expected to like you this much.
two. nights like this; part one of series.
three. could've been; part two of series.
four. good days; part three of series.
five. ingrid as your girlfriend.
mapi leon
one. stupid headcanons.
two. hidden fear.
multiple players / all
one. napping with mapi leon and ingrid engen.
two. barcelona is the type to.
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trinity rodman
one. trin as your girlfriend.
two. beach day fun.
three. the kitty surprise.
four. it wasn't me.
ashley sanchez
one. most annoying person ever.
two. ash as your girlfriend.
kelly o'hara
one. five things about you.
two. summer of 2006; prequel.
sophia smith
one. soph as your girlfriend.
jaedyn shaw
one. i'm your biggest fan.
all / multiple
one. uswnt is the type to.
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Like My Dreams
Part 5
Intro Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4
Pairing: Pete Dunham x female reader
Words: 9.9k
Warnings: Rated E, 18+. Swearing. Alcohol consumption. Unprotected intercourse. Sex in a public place. Blood, cuts and bruises. Dressing of wounds. Cockwarming. Mention of stab wound and life-threatening injuries. Assault. Threat of rape.
Summary: Right when you and Pete seal the deal on your relationship, more car trouble and a visit from an ex stirs up drama and pops the blissful bubble you waited so long for.
A/N: 😅 this chapter really got away from me but I had the best time writing it!! I had an idea for part of it and pitched it to the wonderfully supportive @ramadiiiisme who encouraged me to go for it and helped me pull it off, so big thanks to you a million times more 💗 The scene with Mrs. Platt was inspired by a conversation with @stealfromthedevil about her dear grandmother who's cheeky words are included in the dialogue 💗💗
The linked song is one I've been listening to non-stop while writing this chapter and is just so lovely and fits in with all the fluffy bits of not only this chapter, but this series as a whole.
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It had been a couple of hours since Pete had gone home to shower and clean up after the friendly game with the lads, now sitting in his favourite seat at their table watching the Hammers struggle to get a lead against Chelsea, the match currently tied at 1-1. He would normally care a bit more about it, but knowing you were on your way to meet him there had taken all his focus and energy, feeling more excited to see you than bothered that his team might end the game in a draw, or worse.
He slouched against the old chair with his arm over the back, taking a long sip of his beer before setting it back down and licking his lips.
“Oh, come on! Fucking unbelievable!” he muttered at the screen, the referee pulling an outrageous call against West Ham.
Whatever happened next in the game no longer mattered to him all that much, seeing you walk in the door and through the crowd of people standing between you, his smile growing as he watched you tug your scarf out from around your neck and head over to the bar where you stopped to say hello to Terry and order a drink.
Pete stood and walked over slowly, admiring you from across the room as you chatted with Terry for a moment, your smile making his heart nearly stop when you turned and directed it at him as he reached you.
He said nothing, his grin too large to control any words to come through it, instead opting for a greeting he had been waiting all night to give.
Grabbing your cheeks, he leaned in and kissed you, inhaling with a low moan as he felt you melt into him and release your breath, your hands landing limply on his biceps.
A few people cheered around you, making both of you smile again after you parted from each other, but the need to get you alone was quickly becoming a priority in the realization of how many people were preventing him from doing all the things he wanted to do right then and there.
“Hi, love,” he said warmly, the tone of his voice and the look in his eyes making desire stir inside you.
“Hi,” you sighed with a love-drunk smile, the single word a breathy whisper.
Pete bit his lip as he reached for both of your drinks off the bar, nodding in the direction of their table in the corner.
“Come on, gorgeous, we’re over here.”
You were greeted warmly as usual, the spirits of everyone high after the Hammers scored a goal, and with all members of the GSE and their respective partners present to watch the match, little room was available at the booth.
Ned and Ike shifted over to make a spot for you beside Clair and Dave, leaving a space that was too large for your liking between you and where Pete sat in his designated chair, his hands folded together with his elbows resting on the arms of it as he looked fondly at you mixed in with his favourite people.
As much as you loved being at The Abbey enjoying conversations that made your cheeks and stomach hurt from laughing so much, the company that Pete kept people you now couldn’t imagine your life without, it was difficult for you to focus tonight, your mind constantly wandering to how the night was going to turn out just as much as your eyes continued to find Pete’s automatically.
It was like he knew everything you were thinking, his blue eyes glowing with a telling want and his looks loaded with insinuation, every swipe of his tongue over his lips or the way he rolled the toothpick that hung out of his mouth teasing you and driving you mad.
You squirmed in your seat, your fingers toying with the soggy coaster that had been spilled on too many times, forcing yourself to peel your eyes away from him whenever you felt the heat inside you becoming too much, only to steal another glance a moment later, finding him still looking at you hungrily.
The game was coming to an end, and with the Hammers still holding onto their lead, Pete was more than happy to miss the rest of it in exchange for seeing something he had wanted to all day, and as you slowly trailed your hand down your neck to your chest before reaching for the drink you had nursed most of the night, he knew he couldn’t wait any longer.
Waiting for you to glance over at him again, he watched you intently, imagining your bare form beneath him, pressing his lips against every single inch of you.
Finally, you met his gaze, a sultry look weighing in your eyes, and with a subtle nod toward the door, Pete silently told you it was time to go.
You smiled almost sheepishly, your face seeming to glow in a mix of embarrassment and excitement as you rushed through your goodbyes, your friends all shouting teasing jeers at you in knowing the reason behind your early exit.
Pete winked at you as he shrugged into his tan trench coat, adjusting the collar and tugging it up at the back so it covered his neck, flicking the toothpick he had still had in his mouth onto the table.
He took your hand and lead you through the pub with a pride that didn’t go unnoticed by those you passed, finding yourself bashful in thinking that everyone knew what was about to happen based on the look on your face, having to bite your lip to stop yourself from grinning and cast your eyes down at the worn carpet as you made your way out.
The door hadn’t even shut behind you before Pete had you up against the brick wall, his hands holding your waist with a claiming grip as he leaned into you and kissed you breathless, his want for you inarguable.
“Let’s go home,” he said with surety, his smile lighting up his eyes when he stepped away from you, pulling you with him with his hand clasped around yours again confidently.
The walk to Pete’s wasn’t long, but was made longer tonight by how often the two of you stopped to kiss, unable to keep off of each other for the duration it took to land at his door.
There was thankfully no sign of Mrs. Platt hanging around to make comments, the time it took for Pete to fish out his keys and unlock the deadbolt incredibly delayed due to interrupting the process in favour of kissing, your bodies now pressing together more closely and your hands becoming bolder where they roamed.
Pete finally opened the door and walked through it, and after tossing his keys onto the table, turned to grin at you and take your hand, pulling you inside with him.
“Get in here,” he said through his smirk, the playful tone of his voice undisguisable despite how much lust showed in his eyes.
He brought you in against him, his lips teasing yours as he whispered, “I need you.”
You smoothed your hands up the back of his neck as you kissed him, melting when he moaned into your mouth as the sensation of your fingers raking through his hair made him desperate for more, the intensity of the kiss increasing quickly.
Within moments you stood naked in his room, holding each other close while playful kisses were shared and hands began their worship, the excitement and anticipation that had slowly built up to this moment stirring within you.
It was clear that Pete felt the same, his smile unable to be wiped from his face each time you parted to look at each other, and as he moved closer to the bed with you, he tucked his bottom lip in his teeth to try to restrict it.
You sat on the mattress, leaning back on your elbows where he followed closely, crawling over you as you fully laid down in his bedding that lingered with the scents of him and you. His smile turned into a sweet chuckle as you giggled too, having him settle between your legs and laying on top of you making you feel unbelievably elated, the sensation of his readied cock resting against your core solidifying the fact that you couldn’t possibly wait another night.
His expression turned serious for a moment as he peered down at you, a soft groan coming out of his mouth as his cock rubbed against you when he shifted slightly.
“You sure you’re ready?” he asked, his voice somewhat shaky with restraint.
You nodded, and spoke with as much certainty as you could have in a moment where you felt on the border of being totally consumed by lust and longing, “Fuck me, Pete.”
He didn’t hesitate, pushing into you with a confident drive of his hips, your head tilting back as you cried out, the stretch of him filling you bare without a doubt the best thing you had ever felt.
Together, you quickly found a pace that suited you both, his thrusts slow and rolling but purposeful, his kisses growing more desperate on the skin of your neck and chest as each minute ticked on.
It took hardly any time at all for your climax to fire up within you, the anticipation of sex with Pete having let the intensity of it lay in dormancy right under the surface only to bring it forth faster than ever, his body linked with yours igniting and awakening every part of you.
You clawed at his back in a signal of your oncoming pleasure as well as a silent plea for more, half of you wanting to experience it immediately while the other half begged to prolong it all.
Clenching around his cock, you couldn’t ward it off any longer, moaning into his mouth as he continued to slam into you in a tempo that sent you to the edge but you could tell was beginning to falter as his climax took him in its clutches.
Your orgasm came through you hard and fast, shattering every inch of you as he followed right along with you, feeling him pulse and swell inside your walls, soaking him at the same time he filled you.
Pete kissed you almost frantically as he slowed his movements in you, savouring every second of being inside you while seemingly starving for more, your whines quieting out in his mouth as his breathing worked to calm to normal.
Emotion overcame him at the thought of never being able to experience this with you, the reality of him almost dying without ever having kissed you or touched you or loved you made his eyes burn, and closing them tight as he parted from your lips, he held your face in his hand and brought his forehead to rest against yours, his thumb moving to pull down your lower lip as you shared more laboured breaths.
You made love again and again through the night, resting between rounds only long enough to recharge, the addiction you had to each other increasing each time.
It was well after three in the morning when you had finally fallen asleep, exhaustion eventually taking over the nagging need for more, the cold comfort of the open window and your bodies wrapped together truly feeling like heaven.
The sound of rain and Pete stirring against you woke you up, making you scoot back against him to get closer to him, his arm that was wrapped around your waist tightening its hold and pulling you in.
He hummed in your hair, his body beginning to wake before his mind fully did, feeling him harden against your bum while his lips lazily kissed down the back of your neck.
A long moan sounded from you as you indulged in the blissful sensation, wriggling against him until his cock was firmly pressed between your cheeks, beginning to rock your hips languidly back and forth until his sleepy kisses turned to warning nips.
“Babe…” his sleepy voice purred in your ear, his lips pulling your lobe between them before his tongue swept along its shell.
“Pete…I need you.” His name fell from your lips in a whimper as your hand took hold of his and guided it between your legs, his fingertips gently stroking your clit until he had you begging for more.
Pete sat up and guided you onto all fours, positioning himself behind you where he gripped your cheeks with his hands to part them while he stroked your folds with the head of his cock.
Despite feeling how wet you were, he was aware how you would likely be sore from the amount of times he’d fucked you already, reaching over for the bottle of lube on the nightstand where he squeezed some out and coated his length until he hissed from the sensation of his own hand and slowly guided himself inside your tight walls.
He watched your hands grip the sheets as he filled you, your fingers relaxing slightly as he pulled back out, only to grip them harder and cry out when he pushed in again.
“Fuck, you take me so well,” he muttered, keeping a slow tempo even though he was tempted to quicken it and destroy you.
He heard your soft hum of appreciation for his praise over the pouring rain, everything you did adding up to drive him insane and make him fall more in love with you, suddenly feeling as if being buried inside you wasn’t enough to appease his heart.
Pete wrapped his arm around you so his hand splayed out over your stomach, applying pressure to guide you to sit up and onto his lap, careful to keep himself locked in your cunt.
Spreading the remaining lube onto your clit with his fingers, Pete began to steadily work you, his other hand holding you up while also squeezing and massaging your breasts, his mouth worshiping the space between your shoulder and ear in an intoxicating way that had your head lulling back onto his shoulder.
Goosebumps erupted over your skin as a brisk gust blew in through the window, adding to the over-stimulation that assaulted every part of you, doing your best to focus on the fullness of Pete driving inside you as you rocked yourself on his lap.
You reached your arm up and around his head, stroking his hair and gripping at him as you rode him, feeling yourself beginning to lose all control but placing all your trust in him to take care of you just how you needed.
Still holding you firmly against him, he continued to strum between your legs, knowing how close he was getting you from how you subtly tried to escape his grasp and your body convulsed to his touch, feeling your hands tighten on his head and forearm that was wrapped around you to keep you in place.
“That’s it. Come for me,” he panted in your ear, feeling you angle your hips against his hand in order to gain more friction on your clit, chasing your end as he increased the power behind his hammering thrusts.
Quiet whimpers grew at a steady pace as they spilled from your mouth, your whines of pleasure drowned out in your own ears as you focused on the sound of Pete’s heavy breathing and the praises he was showering you with, the pouring rain tapping furiously against the glass panes.
You unraveled together, the way your body tightly coiled before turning limp milking out his climax at the same time, his breath fanning out over your dewy skin as he rested his parted lips on your shoulder and stilled inside you.
Lifting yourself off his lap, you sank onto the mattress on your stomach, closing your eyes as exhaustion completely took over you, a faint smile tugging at your lips when you felt Pete follow, kissing up along your back until he collapsed half on top of you.
He took hold of your hand and brought it to rest between your bodies, kissing your knuckles softly until his breathing began to turn shallow as sleep quickly dragged him into its grasp.
These were the moments you knew you couldn’t live without, willing to sacrifice sleep night after night in order to love and be loved like this, the gratitude that filled you at being the one laying beside him as he slept outweighing any desire to close your eyes and miss even a second of it.
You knocked twice on the door before opening it anyway, letting yourself in just as Pete had told you to whenever you came over, the urgency you felt to get inside and out of the hallway too much to handle even if you weren’t allowed to walk in as you pleased.
Pete gave you an amused look, one of his eyebrows hooking high on his forehead as he placed the pen he had been holding in his mouth and reached for another paper to grade off the coffee table, your laughter sparking his curiosity.
“What?” he asked, letting out his own chuckle at your flustered state as you leaned against the door and ran your hand over your head.
“I was just stopped by Mrs. Platt. She told me she can hear us and to keep it down!”
Pete burst out laughing, shifting on the settee so his arm rested on the back of it to face you more.
“It’s not funny!” you argued, even though you were still laughing yourself, shaking your head in disbelief at the conversation you had just had with the crotchety woman in her eighties.
“Oh, it is!”
“Pete!” you urged, as if saying his name would scold him into not making fun of the situation, walking through to the living area where you plopped your bag down on one of the chairs as you passed.
“She actually said, ‘It’s not my place, but do you two ever sleep? All I hear night after night is that bed banging against the flaming wall!’”
Pete only laughed harder, hanging his head back over the sofa where you stood behind it and leaned down to grab hold of his face, begging him to stop laughing before kissing him in order to try to shut him up when he didn’t.
He was still chuckling when you pulled away from him, prompting you to smack his chest as you cursed at him.
“I can’t keep being stopped in the hallway to listen to this poor old woman make comments about hearing us have sex!”
“Ah, she’s just winding you up!”
You turned to walk into the kitchen only to be stopped by Pete’s arm wrapping around your waist to pull you back to the couch that he leaned over the back of, looking at you with mischief in his eyes that made you melt and suddenly not worry about anyone hearing the things you did together.
“Come on, love,” he purred. “She ain’t heard nothing yet.”
“Is that a promise, or a threat?” you asked, smirking as you freed yourself from his grip and made it into the kitchen, filling up the kettle.
“Both!” he replied, sitting back down on the sofa where he resumed marking his student’s homework.
“I need to take my car back to the mechanic,” you explained, shifting the conversation to something ordinary after a couple minutes of comfortable silence while placing a tea bag into your respective mugs.
“Yeah?” Pete asked somewhat distractedly as he focused on his task.
“Yeah, it's been making a funny noise whenever I accelerate, and it sort of jolts when I shift gear. Hopefully it’s nothing major or expensive, they were meant to be the best mechanic…”
“When are you taking it in?”
“Tomorrow morning. My sister’s going to meet me there and take me to work after.”
“I can do it if you want,” he offered, glancing over at you.
“Nah you’re off the hook,” you smiled, “she’s got some holiday time so I’m off duty being Jack’s chauffeur for a week!”
“Ah, look at you!”
“I know, right? She’s even taking him to practice this week.”
“That means I won’t get to see you there then, nothing good to look at on the sidelines and distract me,” he pouted, making you roll your eyes before pouring the hot water into your mugs.
“I reckon you’ll live.”
“Ah, then Mrs. Platt will just get to hear an even better show than normal when I get back home to you,” Pete laughed, ducking when you threw the tea towel at him.
The drive to Millwall took longer than normal due to rush-hour traffic, but it didn’t bother you as much as it typically would knowing you had a late start to your day that had been approved by your boss.
You pulled into the open bay door of the garage, parking your car and stepping out, giving a friendly smile to the mechanic who had helped you before.
“Giving you some grief, then eh?” he asked through a grin, nodding to your car as he wiped his hands on a rag.
“Yeah, as I said on the phone it’s kind of clunking when I’m shifting and the sound it makes when I accelerate worries me a bit…”
“We’ll put ‘er right, not to worry!” he beamed at you, extending his oil-stained hand to take your keys that you held out for him.
He stared at you for a moment, making you avert your gaze slightly, feeling somewhat uneasy.
“Say, you don’t happen to know the Dunham’s do you?” he asked, his question making your head whip up again in surprise. “Steve and Pete? They’re brothers.”
You tilted your head, your curiosity somewhat guarded, “I do, as it happens…”
The way his smile changed and the shift in his eyes put you on edge and raised your suspicions, but you did your best to remain confident, interested as to why he was asking and how he knew who they were.
“I thought as much,” he nodded.
His response took you back, and you blinked quickly, trying to wrap your head around this whole inquiry.
“Sorry, how exactly do you know them?”
He hesitated, staring you down for a few seconds before answering, almost as if he was being careful to formulate a proper response or like he was unsure how much to tell you.
“...We’re old mates,” he said slowly, his smile not leaving his thin lips.
You nodded, glancing down at the embroidered name tag on the chest of his overalls, the name ‘Martin’ one you wouldn’t forget.
“Right,” he broke the silence, his tone more cheerful in disrupting the somewhat tense air. “We’ll have a look at it and likely get it back to you at the start of next week…give ya a ring when we know what it needs and what the damage is.”
“Ta,” you thanked him, giving him one last look before turning and walking out of the garage, heading to your sister’s car where she was parked on the road out front.
You pulled the handle on the door and sat down into the passenger seat, looking out the window into the shop where Martin stood with another man of equal stature, both of them glancing out in your direction.
“What’s the matter?” she asked, pulling you from your thoughts.
“Hm? Nothing, it’s fine,” you assured her, smiling at her as you put your seatbelt on. “Can we stop for a coffee on the way?”
It was a typical Thursday night at The Abbey, everyone gathering at the table one by one as they flowed in from work, a pint and some laughs with mates seeming to be of the same priority for each hardworking hooligan alike as the week started to take its toll and winded down to an end.
“Where’s Pete?” Ike asked, sitting down beside you with his fresh pint.
“Oh, he’s coaching tonight,” you explained, spinning what was left of your gin and tonic in its glass. “He should be here in an hour or so.”
Ike nodded in confirmation as he took a long sip of his beer, both of you drawing your attention to the Bjorno’s as they walked in with a cheerful greeting.
Dave planted a kiss on Clair’s lips as he stopped at the bar to get the drinks in, letting her continue on to the table where she sat down with a sigh.
“Long shift?” you asked, catching the weary look that she couldn’t easily hide.
She glanced at you exasperatedly, “Oh, don’t even get me started!”
“Here you go, my love,” Dave said while leaning down to place her drink in front of her, kissing the top of her head as he did.
You found it difficult to focus on the conversations happening around you, your attention glued to the small group of women standing at the far side of the bar, the looks they kept shooting your way making you feel uneasy.
“Hey, do you know who they are?” you asked Clair, subtly nodding in their direction as they leaned in over the bar to get closer to Vicky, the barmaid, before all staring back at you again.
“Those tarts?” Clair began. “Yeah, they’re mates of Vicky’s. Bunch of slags.”
You nodded, taking it in but still not having an answer as to why they seemed so interested in you, thinking of all the times you had nice enough conversations with Vicky, or so you thought.
“Pete used to have it off with the blonde one,” Bovver piped up, blowing the smoke from his freshly lit cigarette in your direction as he spoke.
Your eyebrows raised high on your forehead as you took in the information, finally having some clarity as to why these women you had never seen before were obviously unhappy with your presence.
“Fucked like crazy for a few months…” he continued, the iciness of his blue eyes holding something of a threat as he told you.
“Oi! Don’t be like that,” Dave scolded him, shoving his arm. “Why do you have to say it like that?”
“It’s true!” Bov scowled, his loyalty to his relations with Vicky clearly extending to her friends over you.
You sighed, trying not to let it bother you, reminding yourself that everyone, including you, had a past, and hoped that whatever issue she had with you would pass soon.
“Right, I need another,” you stated, shaking your empty glass in your hand as you stood.
Just as you anticipated, the daggers coming from across the bar dug into your back, still doing your best to ignore them while waiting for Terry to fix your drink, but that became impossible when the blonde who was apparently an ex of Pete’s slunk over to you and stood far closer to you than you would’ve liked.
“I didn’t think it was true, but here you are,” she began, her accent sloppy from the drinks she had tossed back already, her breath smelling of stale fags and the tartness of the cranberry juice she mixed with her vodka.
“What’s true?” you asked, giving her no more than a sideways glance as you fished the change from your pocket to pay for your drink.
“That Pete is dating a plain, old slag.”
“I’m sorry, and who might you be?”
“I was you only a few months back,” she grinned, her smile vicious and proud in her admission that she had been Pete’s at one time.
You huffed as you smiled, taking your drink from Terry who eyed you up as if offering his help, turning to go back to the table. The thought of him being with someone as vile as her made your stomach lurch, and not wanting to give it any further attention, you ignored her.
“I’m not done talking to you, you soppy cow!” she shouted, her lack of couth on full display to everyone around as a hush fell over the pub.
When you continued on your way over to the group, all of them watching with bated breath to see what would happen next, the satisfaction on Bovver’s face boiling your blood more than she was, her shrill voice sounded out again, making you pause.
“He said I was the best he’s ever had, and I’ll be right here to remind him of that.”
Your heart was pounding in your chest, the adrenaline making you feel shaky and on the verge of doing something stupid, but instead you neglected to give her the drama she sought and took your seat again, praying that Pete would get there soon.
“Don’t let her get to you,” Dave assured, leaning over Clair who had already offered to fight her twice. “It wasn’t that serious…”
“It’s fine, I’m fine,” you assured, hoping it sounded genuine or at least believable.
“I mean, they were at it together for a few months…” Keith added in, earning a scolding from both Dave and Swill, making you swallow thickly.
You took a long sip of your drink as you tried to tune out the sound of the lads bickering and the jeers still coming in your direction from across the bar, your eyes closing as you tried to slow your breathing.
After a couple more minutes, you stood and made your way through the bar to the loo, praying no one would follow you, your newfound enemies calling you names as you passed.
Pete finally made it to the pub, strutting through the crowd and desperate for a beer after a long day at work and then coaching out in the cold rain, the sight of his ex leaning what she thought was invitingly against the bar making him scowl as he passed.
When there was no sight of you at the table, he did a quick glance around, distractingly returning everyone’s greetings as he shrugged out of his jacket and sat.
“Oi, what’s she doing here?” he asked Dave, nodding over in the direction of the bar where they continued to stare over at him.
Dave shook his head, “They’ve been causing trouble, pal.”
Seeing Pete’s face fall into worry as he looked around for you again, Dave continued. “She’s in the toilets, she seemed a bit upset…”
“For fuck’s sake,” Pete muttered, standing and going through the pub in quick strides, not giving his ex even a glimpse as he passed.
He pushed open the door to the ladies room more aggressively than he intended, his anger at the situation and that cheap tart upsetting you getting to him, his anger quickly turning to surprise when he saw you standing in front of the tarnished mirror reapplying your lip gloss, appearing fine and unbothered.
“Can I help you?” you grinned, watching him in the mirror with unhidden amusement at his presence.
His head tilted a bit to the side, walking toward you slowly while still assessing you, his concern still creasing his features even though he was smiling back at you.
“They said you were upset…”
You laughed and shook your head, screwing the cap back on your lip gloss before sticking it in your pocket, turning to look at him directly instead of in the mirror, your bum sitting on the edge of the sink.
“Upset? Over those twats? Come on…” you shrugged, trying your best to play it cool even though it had bothered you more than you were letting on.
Pete closed the space between you and leaned his forehead against yours, still searching your eyes for any hints of you being hurt or shaken up.
You let your eyelids close, instantly feeling relaxed from him being close to you, breathing in deeply when he brought his hands up to hold your face.
“We all have a past, Pete,” you whispered, saying it more for your own conviction than his, the frustrated exhale he let out at his past involving that awful slag fanning over your lips.
“I’m sorry,” he muttered, his lips moving against yours as they hovered there, teasing a kiss.
“Don’t be sorry,” you answered, your hands trailing up his chest where you took hold of the collar of his jumper and slid the material through your fingers, his body moving closer to yours. “Just kiss me, Pete.”
He did, crashing into you so hard your head was forced back but stopped by his hands still gripping your face, his tongue delving into your mouth hungrily and greedily where you didn’t hesitate to match his fervor.
Everything was rough and desperate, kissing with a need to prove that each other’s lips were the only ones ever worth kissing, your hands pawing and groping in a crazed act of passion.
Pete’s fingers tore at the button and zipper of your jeans before diving his hand inside them, his long fingers stroking through your folds until your wet coated them, your moans reverberating in his mouth as you continued to kiss, your lips moving against each other sloppily and hastily.
After a minute, he withdrew from you, roughly tugging your jeans and panties down your thighs, his steely eyes staring at your exposed cunt as he quickly unfastened his own jeans and pulled out his hard cock before crashing against you again.
You spread your legs as wide as you were able to, giving him enough access to your core where he guided his leaking head, smearing his precum on your clit a few times until you were moaning and begging him to fill you.
Pete happily obliged, pushing inside your tight walls where he paused once he couldn’t go any deeper, kissing you frantically and groaning into your mouth from how good you felt.
Like he lost all sense of control, he slammed in and out of you, fucking you hard and fast while his mouth hung open and panted against yours in his efforts, the sink creaking precariously as you rocked your hips in time with his brutal thrusts, your fingers digging into the back of his neck and shoulders as you held on tight.
You were both so entranced in each other that neither of you noticed the door opening, his ex standing in the doorway in shock of the scene she walked into, scoffing as she turned and left.
“Fuck, babe,” he growled, pulling his face away from yours slightly where he watched his cock slide in and out of you, the sight encouraging him to move even more furiously within you, your cries growing louder as your climax quickly built up.
“Pete!” you bellowed, a desperation in your voice that told him you were on the brink, and knowing you were at risk of screaming as you came, he covered your mouth with his and proceeded to pound you mercilessly, swallowing your noises of unbridled pleasure as you clenched and shuddered on his cock.
Only seconds behind you, Pete bucked into your soaked cunt until he pumped you full of his hot spend, feeling it leak out of you as he continued to slowly thrust, drawing out every moment of your highs that he could.
You laughed as you comprehended what just happened, smoothing your hand over your head as your chest rose and fell sharply, Pete chuckling as a mischievous and prideful look dressed his flushed features.
“It’s impossible to get enough of you,” he admitted, his eyes flickering over your face as he leaned his arms against the sink, caging you in.
You hummed appreciatively, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him closer, kissing him long and slow and in a way you hoped conveyed everything you felt for him.
“You sure you’re alright?” he asked when your kiss slowed to a pause, the blue of his eyes more vibrant and full of emotion.
“Yeah,” you nodded, smiling at him softly while your finger traced the crease beside his mouth.
“Okay, darling,” he cooed, nuzzling his nose against your cheek as he inhaled deeply, his face moving into the side of your neck where he pressed kisses into the sensitive skin and made you squirm and giggle.
Stopping, he brought his face back up to look at you, his expression serious again, his hand finding yours where he laced your fingers together and gave it three gentle squeezes.
“You know you’re the only one I want, yeah?”
You nodded, squeezing his hand back three times, smiling bigger as his own grew.
“I do, though I wouldn’t mind you showing me again…”
“Careful what you wish for!” he laughed burying his face into your neck again where he nipped and sucked at your skin, your laughter echoing against the tiled walls.
Pete walked out of the bathroom with you confidently after cleaning up and composing yourselves, even happier to see that his ex and the rest of Vicky’s horrible friends had left, the expressions on everyone’s faces as you sat back down at the table telling you they knew exactly what you had been up to.
“Oi, that colour suits you, mate,” Ned commented, pointing to his lips as he stared at Pete’s that were tinted from your lip gloss.
“Yeah? It’d suit yours too,” Pete said, leaning over and planting a kiss on Ned’s cheek quickly before he pushed him away, cursing and wiping his cheek dramatically.
Pete laughed as he took his seat, downing his pint that had been waiting for him to return to, leaning back in his chair where he pulled you onto his lap to have you proudly perch, the atmosphere more relaxed and as it normally was.
Red dripped into the sink one drop at a time, flowing steadily from so many places on his hands and face he wasn’t even sure where it was all coming from.
Pete tugged more tissues out of the box, bunching them up and holding them to what he thought was the deepest cut on his chin with as much pressure as he could, the ache in his hand preventing him from doing a sufficient job. He didn’t think he’d cracked on that Zulu cunt as hard as he did, but his knuckles proved otherwise, split open what felt like to the bone.
Any effects the pints in his bloodstream had provided him had definitely worn off now, his head pounding and every cut on him stinging and burning like mad, the severity of each fresh injury hard to determine as he looked at himself in the mirror through one good eye, the dark, puffy welt spreading up to his other from his cheek.
He stood with a towel wrapped loosely around his waist, his blood and sweat-stained clothes discarded in a heap on the floor, his reflection revealing bruises on his side and abdomen that refused to be ignored when he had lifted his jumper over his head.
It was late, and as quiet as he tried to be, Pete knew better than to think you wouldn’t have heard him come home, your inability to stay asleep for long without him something he secretly loved and made him swell, always feeling equally as eager to get back home and in bed with you.
“Hiya, love,” he muttered, smirking at you in the mirror when you appeared in the doorway, your sleepy face quickly changing to shock when you saw the state of him.
“I’m fine!” he stressed, knowing what your next words were going to be, the worry on your face breaking his heart a little.
“Pete…” you whispered, not in an accusatory or scolding way, but out of sheer love and care, your hands cupping his cheeks gently despite getting blood on them, your eyes searching his for truth in his claim of being okay.
“Fucking Zulu’s…” he trailed off, a small laugh blowing out of his lungs.
Never once had you asked him to stop fighting, and he knew you wouldn’t now, taking the aftermath of his hobby on the chin just like he did multiple times tonight, his love and appreciation for you making him feel a bit emotional as he watched you open the cupboard and get out the first aid kit to tend to his wounds.
He blinked back the moisture that had quickly accumulated in his eyes before you were facing him again, closing them when you pressed a careful kiss to his bloody lips, letting out a long sigh when you pulled away.
“Sit so I can see better,” you instructed, your voice soft and soothing to his ears.
Pete turned and stepped toward the tub, perching on the edge of it so he faced the sink for you to work, watching the deep red spots staining it dilute into a rusty colour as water ran from the tap and washed his blood off the porcelain.
Carefully, and for as long as it would take, you gently cleaned all of his wounds, wiping the blood that had dried and stuck in his blond stubble and dabbing the cuts that still oozed, your touch becoming lighter whenever you noticed a wince that involuntarily snuck past his attempts to hide them.
Luckily, nothing needed stitches, and even though Pete knew you were done cleaning and disinfecting each cut he’d sustained, you continued to linger, admiring his bruised and battered features.
Wrapping his arms around your waist, he pulled you close to him, letting his face lean into your stomach, breathing deeply as you raked your fingers up his bare back and through his hair. His shoulders relaxed, letting go of the tension held in them from taking the painful sting of peroxide seeping into his cuts over and over, his hands smoothing up your bare thighs and your bum.
“You’re sure you’re okay?” you whispered, your lips pressing against his scalp.
He hummed, pulling his face away from the warmth of your body in his sweater.
“Yeah. C’mere,” he offered, shifting slightly so your legs had room to straddle him.
You seated yourself on his lap, smiling when his own broke out on his damaged face, your back arching into him when he placed his hands under his sweater that you had now worn more times than him to card up your back.
“Thank you,” he said quietly, admiring you for a moment before kissing you softly, his nose moving back and forth on yours a couple of times before nudging your cheek, resting his face against it while he closed his eyes and breathed slowly.
“You’re welcome, love,” you cooed, your fingers ghosting over the back of his neck, making him melt into you even more.
“I don’t know what I did to deserve you,” he spoke, mostly to himself, still finding it hard to believe that he had been lucky enough to survive his injuries and then have you walk into his classroom that one morning.
Pete kissed your cheek once, then again, each press to your soft skin urging him to add another and then more after that, eventually meeting your lips with his until minutes had passed with you lost in the haze created by your slow kisses.
His hands held your back firmly, keeping you close to him and preventing you from falling back as he moved his head away from yours and looked at you in a way that made you want to show him that the love you had for him existed like no other.
“I love you,” he professed, as if he had stolen the words right out of your mouth. Those three words were spoken with a calm surety that held such truth there was no way you could deny or question it, your fingers trembling against his cheek as you trailed them along the crease that flanked his lips.
“I love you, too, Pete.”
The taste of blood transferred onto your tongue again as he crashed into you, kissing you with more ardor than ever before, the relevancy of the cuts on his lips no longer a concern to either of you.
Your hands slipped around the back of his neck, pulling him into you even more to deepen your kiss, your hips rolling against his just enough that you could feel his cock hardening, your bare core grinding on the somewhat rough material of the towel separating you.
Pete moaned into your mouth, and without stopping kissing you, leaned back enough to unwrap the fold of the towel from his waist, letting it fall open under him.
His hands slid under your thighs, guiding you to lift your hips in order to get on top of his cock, breaking your kiss to watch your face as you sank down on his length.
Before you even had the chance to start riding him, Pete ran his battered hands over your hair, his eyes holding as much softness as his voice did.
“Just be still for me, yeah?” he asked, wanting to savour the intimacy of being inside you unmoving.
You nodded, drawing in a deep, shaky breath, closing your eyes as his nose brushed against yours before capturing your lips again, your hand resting on his chest where you could feel his heart beating wildly.
You would have been kidding yourself if you said you weren’t feeling a bit uneasy about going to pick up your car alone, the conversation you had had with the mechanic, Martin, when you dropped it off still fresh in your mind.
Pete was unable to take you, having to coach a practice after work, and your sister was taking Jack to it and staying to watch since she always missed so many, leaving you to take the tube over to Millwall to deal with it on your own.
You assured yourself over and over that it would be fine and that you were probably reading into things too much, but still the way he had mentioned knowing Steve and Pete and claiming to be old mates with them wasn’t sitting right with you. With work being so busy this week, you had completely forgotten to mention it to Pete, and you cursed yourself for failing to bring it up when you had checked with him again that morning if he was sure he couldn’t get someone else to coach for him.
As the stops to Millwall grew closer and closer, you did your best not to dwell, reading the book you brought with you while your leg bounced up and down unconsciously, your eyes scanning over the same paragraph again and again without being able to absorb the words.
“Alright, good job, lads!” Pete shouted after blowing his whistle, signaling the end of their practice.
He held the bag open for them to toss their soiled jerseys in, laughing at all their comments to each other and how supportive they all were of their teammates.
“Eh, Jack, will you help me gather up the pylons?” he asked when your nephew had made it over to him in the queue of rowdy boys.
As Pete knew he would, Jack happily jogged around the pitch and collected the majority of them, saving Pete and his leg the trouble of going to do it all himself.
“Cheers, mate,” Pete thanked him, ruffling his hair as he walked with him over to where his mum stood waiting.
“Great practice, love!” She praised her son, then smiled at Pete as Jack worked at untying his cleats and taking off his shin guards. “Reckon she’ll be back from Millwall soon, then?” she said, glancing at the watch on her wrist.
“Millwall?” Pete asked, his face screwed up at the mention of his rivaled district.
“Yeah, that’s where the mechanic is she took her car to.”
“What’s the garage called?” he questioned, an urgency present in his voice as he reached in the pocket of his jacket for his phone.
“I don’t know, I didn’t look when I had dropped her off and she never mentioned it…is everything okay?”
“Hmm, yeah,” Pete lied, trying to settle the rising panic he felt inside him at the thought of the garage you took your car to for repairs being Tommy fucking Hatcher’s.
He hit the button to dial your number and held it up to his ear, pacing as he listened to ring after ring before the sound of your voice came through, his heart falling when it was only your voicemail picking up.
“Fuck-” he hissed, hanging up before redialling, praying you would pick up and tell him you weren’t alone at Tommy’s garage.
The bell that chimed when the door opened sounded ominous tonight as you stepped through it, the smell of oil and exhaust fumes hitting your nose heavily, the distant sound of the radio and tools clanking against metal filling the otherwise quiet shop.
Your car was parked out front, seemingly ready to drive off in, and you hoped to settle the bill and get your keys quickly so you could make your way back to see Pete, wanting this day and especially this exchange to be over and done with.
Glancing through the window that looked into the garage from where the little waiting area was, you could see Martin bent over the bonnet of a car, and behind him, a small office where who you assumed was the owner sat at his desk.
When neither man noticed your presence, you stepped through into the bay, careful your heels didn’t slip on the greasy floor.
The man in his office finally caught sight of you, grinning with a somewhat villainous smile that split his hardened features, and you thought no matter how friendly he tried to appear, there was something about him that seemed impossible to soften.
“Hello, love,” he greeted, his voice matching his looks.
“Hi, sorry,” you stammered, “I’m just here to get my car.” You hooked your thumb and pointed over your shoulder in the direction of where it sat outside, planting your feet firmly on the cement floor while doing your best to stand tall and confident.
“Yeah, not a problem, I’ve got the paperwork all here for ya,” he explained, standing from his chair and turning to reach for some papers from the filing cabinet behind him.
Martin nodded as you walked past him to enter the office, giving you a curt ‘Evening,’ as you smiled weakly in return.
The man seemed to fill the entire space of his office, his form tall and broad, his personality giving off a powerful air that made you feel somewhat suffocated.
There were empty beer bottles on his desk, and scattered across the walls and cabinets that took up nearly every square inch of the small room were various pieces of Millwall F.C. paraphernalia.
“You a fan?” he asked, catching you looking at the poster of the crest hung on the wall beside him.
“Erm, no, I don’t really pay attention to football all that much,” you lied, the realization that this man was clearly a huge supporter of the club that was Pete’s sworn enemy making you want to avoid the topic altogether.
“No?” he questioned, his head tilting to the side as another vicious smile revealed his teeth. “Not even a fan of the mighty Hammers?”
The way he said it made your blood turn cold, and you swallowed thickly, thinking how Martin must have discussed your affiliation to West Ham United through knowing Pete and Steve, and you wondered if these men were members of Millwall’s infamous firm.
You shook your head and huffed out a false laugh, reaching into your purse for your wallet.
“No,” you repeated, hoping he didn’t press his inquiry any further.
Clearing your throat to ensure your words came out properly, you started filing through the stack of notes you had taken out of the bank that morning, counting out what you had been told the total was going to be for the repairs.
“It was £450, wasn’t it?”
“That’s right,” he confirmed, watching as you placed the money on his desk, folding his arms across his chest.
“You sure you aren’t running about and singing along to ‘Forever Blowing fucking Bubbles’ then?”
You scoffed, trying your best to look like you hadn’t heard or even sang that song more times than you could count since meeting Pete.
“Ah, I see,” he said, slowly. “So you’re going to lie right to my face and tell me you’re not Pete Dunham’s missus, are ya?”
You almost choked, words unable to form on your tongue that felt too big for your mouth, the air in your lungs feeling trapped while everything around you started to distort as a dizziness overcame you.
“How…how do you know that?”
He pointed his finger at you, his lips still curled into a smile. “See, I knew you were lying to me, you little slag.”
You stepped back as he walked around his desk, his blue eyes icy with an evil you had never seen before.
“Don’t you think you’re going anywhere anytime soon, love,” he grinned, sitting on the edge of his desk as he nodded behind you. “Martin there hates your little boy toy just as much as I do, so he won’t be letting you run past him too easily either.”
You kept still, taking in as deep a breath as you could, closing your eyes briefly to gain some courage as you thought of which of the many questions racing through your mind to ask next.
“How do you know who I am?” your voice squeaked out, unable to hide your fear.
He shrugged his shoulders and frowned, “I get people to find things out for me.”
“Right, I’d just like to get my keys and leave, I don’t want any trouble-”
“You’re missing the fucking point, here!” he shouted, cutting you off. “Didn’t little Petey warn you about me?”
You shook your head again, confused as to who this man even was to Pete. “No, I-”
“Was he too afraid to come with you, not man enough to protect you?”
He stood from his desk, walking closer to you until you were face to face and your back was pressed against a cabinet, leaving you nowhere to escape.
“Is the taste of death still too fresh for him?” he laughed, clearly amused in seeing you put it all together.
“You’re-”
“Yeah, that’s right, darling,” he cooed, his face so close to yours you could smell the stale beer and smoke on his putrid breath. “I’m Tommy Hatcher. The man who nearly wiped out the Dunham name.”
He seemed so proud of it, like the memory was something he revisited often, and you felt sick knowing you were standing vulnerable at the hands of the man who almost killed the one you couldn’t live without.
“It’s funny, innit? That out of all the garages in London to get your car fixed, you came to mine.”
His finger jabbed into your chest with each word, making you recoil to try to make space between you, only to press yourself harder into the cabinet.
“You’re vile,” you spat, shoving your arm against his chest to push him away from you, only to have him come back stronger and closer than before.
He gripped your chin with his meaty hand, his fingers digging into your skin so hard it made you yelp.
“I’ve been watching you for weeks now. You should really pay more attention to your surroundings, love,” he warned, the pleasure he took in this written all over his grisly face. “How’s that nephew of yours, by the way?”
Bile rose up your throat at the idea of him getting to Jack and causing him harm, the lengths this horrible, soulless man would go to to make anyone he hated suffer having no limit.
“He seems like a good lad,” he whispered, his mouth hovering beside your ear where his hot breath made your skin crawl and you squirm in his grasp. “It’d be a fucking shame if he didn’t make it past his twelfth birthday just like my son didn’t.”
“You wouldn’t!” you cried, trying to move your legs enough to kick him, only to have his body lean harder into yours to stop you.
“See, you’re forgetting what I’m capable of. How easy it was to drive that bottle into Stevie’s neck and how much fucking joy I got breaking Petey’s body until he was lifeless on the ground.”
His grip tightened on your face as his eyes scanned over you, and despite your efforts to not let it happen, tears sprang from your eyes at the description of him trying to kill Pete.
“Don’t think it wouldn’t be hard to do the same thing to you or that little boy.”
With all the strength you had, you pushed against him, hitting him as hard as you could in his stomach while stomping hard on his foot, but Tommy was too strong, slamming you back into the cabinet so the handle drove into your ribs and all the air in your lungs was knocked out of you.
He laughed in your face, locking his forearm across your neck to keep you in place, your struggle to breathe seeming to satisfy him.
“I could do anything I wanted to you right now and no one would know or be able to stop me,” he bragged, growing more aroused with the power he held over you.
He ground himself against you, making you feel his hardness through his trousers, the possibility of you actually being sick between that and the lack of oxygen becoming more and more likely.
“It’s funny, you've got the same look of terror in your eyes as he did right before I smashed his fucking face in!” he pointed out, his laughter ringing through the room like you had just shared a joke together.
Within a split second his demeanor changed again, glaring at you seriously as his voice quieted and turned calm.
“See, I could rape you, ruin you so he’d never want to touch you again...”
You let out a broken sob, your eyes screwing shut when you felt his other hand travel slowly down your waist until he reached your thighs, stopping when he spoke again.
“But it’s lucky for you I’m a changed man.”
Tommy loosened the force of his arm against your neck, backing away from you slightly, and ran a hand over his hair to regain some composure.
“Don’t wanna be stuck in the nick again over someone as pitiful as you and your precious Petey!” he barked, adjusting himself in his pants crudely while you shook against the cold, metal cabinet.
He reached for something on his desk, turning around and quickly throwing your keys at your face where they missed and hit you hard in the chest, making you jump and cry out which only made him howl a maniacal laugh.
“Go on, you shitcunt,” he spat, “go home to Petey and cry all about it to him!”
You stooped and grabbed your keys off the grimy floor with a trembling hand, bolting out the door as fast as your legs would carry you, the sound of his and Martin’s laughter chasing you out of the building where you pressed the button to unlock your car as quickly as possible.
The tears didn’t come until you were out of the lot and onto the road, the lights from passing cars blurry and blinding as you finally let out wracking sobs, unaware of how fast you were going or which roads you were turning down, getting as far away from Tommy Hatcher as you could the only thing on your mind.
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OLD CHELSEA GREEN INTRO IS BACK WOO
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i'm shit at intros so bear with me
i'm swaggypsyduck (swaggy or ray). i post mostly about football, bullying my faves (w love), and generally being delusional about athletes. i sometimes make webweaves (footy/f1/hockey)
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despite my blog being all in good fun/banter, please proceed with caution if you are a fan of the following teams since i make fun of them the most: barça, atletico, man utd, man city, chelsea, bayern, rb leipzig
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I thought I'd redo my intro post and this time make it ✨pretty✨
I'm Cat [she/her | aroace] and I write sci-fi and fantasy with a dose of cosmic horror. I love mixing genres and general experimentation. Whether my work is marketable or not is less important than having fun. My absolute favorite things are found family, robots, and time travel, and I am a firm believer that platonic relationships can be just as fierce and important as romantic ones. Most of my novels are set within a shared universe I call the Starfish Saga and that's my main focus, though I do have quite a few exciting projects outside that.
I am quite shy but love making new writer friends and am open to tag games and ask games and other sorts of writerly socialization.
I have...a lot of projects. A worrying amount I try not to think about. But! Below the cut, you'll find the ones I'm focusing on for the time being, now with new and improved titles.
Books of the Starfish Saga
The Last Paladin | YA science fantasy | 12 part series
When Chelsea Seaver's parents are abducted by aliens, she embarks on a grand adventure across the galaxy--making friends and learning magic on the way--to bring them home.
Status: drafting book 3, editing book 1
Intro | WIP tag
Incantations of the Mad Mage | YA epic fantasy | 6 part series
In order to honor her dead mentor, battle mage Arna Vaughn races against the Sforia Empire to locate six legendary magic spells that have the power to end a bloody war; whoever finds them first will change the course of their world forever.
Status: drafting book 4 (on hold pending outline changes)
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Records of the Spiral | YA portal fantasy | 4 part series
Three misfits stumble into a surreal world inhabited by strange creatures and watched over by the eldritch Enochians; it's a place they belong to more than Earth and if they don't want to see it destroyed, they'll need to stop the very beings who created it in the first place.
Status: drafting book 1
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Music of the Spheres | YA science fantasy | standalone
Shay Finnegan leaves everything behind when he decides to become a light-wielding Paladin, a protector of the galaxy, in order to find a higher purpose and avoid the fate that haunts him with the words you will bring everything to ruin.
Status: rewriting for the millionth time
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Red Ghost | YA contemporary fantasy | novella
Mel Black joins a ghost-killing organization in order to free the spirit of her dead friend from a fate worse than death, but saving him might just mean the end of humanity.
Status: pending edits
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Nightland Nexus | epic fantasy | 5 part series
As tensions rise across the worlds, a group of characters seek to satisfy their own ambitions, but they'll need to team up and unite the worlds to prevent a long-dormant Darkness from awakening.
Status: world-building
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Other Projects
The Zodiac Circuit | post-apocalyptic sci-fi | duology
Rhys Valencya reluctantly teams up with an android in order to stop her own family from resurrecting the lich that almost wiped out humanity centuries ago.
Status: drafting book 1
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Androids Don't Rust | time travel | standalone
With human extinction inevitable, four androids are sent into the past to retrieve data for the Archive that will outlast humanity.
Status: very early planning stages
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Robbery on the Hell Express | weird western | novella
Occasional partners and oftentimes enemies, Harlan Nye and John Callahan team up to rob a ghost train--betrayal, deadly wraiths, and a lethal race against the clock mean they may not make it out of this alive.
Status: planning
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dear stranger…
the intro
a/n: this is a multi part imagine series based on Laufey’s songs dear soulmate and beautiful stranger.. hope you all enjoy <3
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summary: moving to a new city has been a little isolating, but you’ve managed to pick up a self-soothing journaling routine.. filled with hopes and dreams, and maybe someone in particular…
making the move to a new city after grad school had proved to be one of the most difficult things you’d ever done.
it wasn’t that you didn’t like it here.. you loved the city, but you were now hours away from friends and family, beginning a new chapter of your life virtually alone.
you’d spent the majority of your free time so far exploring the streets, stopping by local spots you hoped would become frequented locations. lots of time at local markets, and coffee shops; always being sure to check out any bookstore you saw.
you had found solace in one location in particular. a little cafe that doubled as a used bookstore.
it reminded you of home the second you entered the store.. smelling of freshly baked cinnamon rolls just like your mom used to make on special occasions. the hustle and bustle had drawn you in as well; the constant grinding of the espresso machine, low chatter from the customers, and always a friendly face behind the counter.
they had everything you wanted.. spinning records in the store, some of the best lattes you’d come across in quite a while, and even selling locally made art and products.
on your first visit in you’d had a long chat with the owner; one of those people who seemed to know everyone.. everyone but you. they wanted to know all about you after learning you had just moved. you laid out your whole life for them, never caring to keep things to yourself hearing you speak about your struggles of feeling alone, they gifted you with a hand bound leather journal made by a friend of their’s.
weeks went by, and you only found you’re growing more attached to your journal.. writing down anything and everything that came to mind. grocery lists, quotes, even your mass amounts of dreams.
which is where you found yourself again today, head buried in your journal, favorite pen in hand, trying to remember the tasks you had wanted to accomplish.
you’d been so engrossed in your writing that you barely noticed the nudge to your shoulder. quickly raising your head, you locked eyes with what you thought had to be one of the most beautiful men you’d ever seen.
he wasn’t too tall, just enough that you had to told your head upwards to get a good look at him. he had slender features, defined cheekbones, and you noticed the slightest shadow of a dimple peeking out as he spoke.
“i’m so sorry, I hope I didn’t mess up your writing.. these damn trains shift so unexpectedly sometimes.”
realizing he had bumped into you on accident, you gave him a quick grin, promising that no harm had been done. you watched him carefully as he gave you one last apologetic smile, backing away to find a seat of his own on the crowded subway car.
you watched him as he sat, withdrawing a book from his small backpack. looking him over, you took note of how his long brown hair fell in waves over his shoulders. watching the singular pendant on his chest rise and fall, under his mostly unbuttoned maroon shirt. the tan chelsea boots he was sporting looked to be well-loved, matching nicely with the tattered chord bracelet around his wrist.
a man who loved and cherished things.. that’s exactly what he appeared to be. for the briefest moment, you envied the people in his life, the ones who knew him best. you wondered if they received the same warm smile he gave you just minutes ago. you quickly decided this train of thought was ridiculous.. he was just a beautiful stranger.
arriving at your station shortly after, you gathered your things and prepared to exit the car, giving one last look over to the man you had been intermittently staring at the whole time. you watched him as he read, waiting for the doors to open, taking in every detail of him you could.
you decided you’d be thinking about him for many days to come.. and who knew, he may even land in the dreams section of your favorite journal.
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2021 Haylor Timeline
Timeline Tag, or years 2011, 2012, 2013, 2014, 2015, 2016, 2017, 2018, 2019, 2020, 2021, 2022, 2023 and 2024..
18 January - Coney Island released as a single.
14 February Olivia at Harry’s house with luggage. Don't worry Darling filming wraps. On the 21st Taylor Lover tour cancelled.
10 March Instead of congratulating Harry on the nomination Zayn posted “F the Grammys”
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15 March -Talk at the Grammys, Taylor and Harry part of small group of attendees. Harry goes over to Taylor and they are polite, Harry seems a little awkward and says “well it was nice to see you”. He keeps looking at her during his acceptance speech for record of the year.
Taylor wrote High Infidelity and WCS with Aaron Dessner while in LA for the Grammy's, when she saw Harry & J Mayer.
Niall and Liam congratulate Harry on his Grammy win, Zayn and Louis do not.
31 March - architect of Harry’s Erskine House renovations posts photos of the interior to their website. It has a black, wood pale grey palette with pink stairs
April 27 - Joe leaves UK to Belfast to film.
May 11 - HS & TS both at Brit awards (the 26th was a blood moon)
May 24 - Joe and Taylor seem together in Paris
21 June - Harry wrapped My Policeman in Italy, started in Feb. Released 1 September 2022. Holiday in Italy
2 July - renegade released
8 July - Harry and Olivia on yacht and in Italy
9 August - 26 August Harry in studio maybe mixing Harry's House in the behind scenes photos here you can see outfits he wore in LA on these dates.
4 September – 22 July 2023 - Love on Tour
9 September - Taylor at Toronto Film Festival and to premiere all too well
11 September - Harry at Toronto Film Festival to premiere My policeman, talks about wasted time being the worst thing in presser
17 September - wildest dreams TV released. Harry and Olivia in Phili with Xander, max and family
22 September - first heart kiss since 2018! St Paul - Falling, with Two Ghosts intro (4:31). Then again weekly till the end of the year
25 September - Taylor London Lena's wedding.
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29 September - & 1 Oct Harry played Nashville and wore a white satin outfit, he played with his rings while performing Beautiful. Harry plays To Be so Lonely for 9 shows then never again, including Nashville N2 and NY. In Nashville looks up.
2 October - Harry recorded Satellite at Cave Studios in Nashville
22 October - one more photo of Taylor and joe in the bathroom leaked (the proper selfie), photos from 2016 leaked in 2020
26 October - Taylor posts TikTok "Autumn Lovers RISE" as a reenactment of a 27 September 2017 Tumblr post. She writes lyrics to ATW "just between us did the love affair maim you" "and Plaid stuff and ankle boots" she's wearing a skirt but says 'stuff' plaid shirts and ankle Chelsea boots is Harry in 2011-2013. And "Maroon/Hunter Green" The ATW move included a book coming out 13 years later about the love affair.
1 November - rumors Harry and OW fighting
12 November - Red TV released Harry wears red in his show on the 11th. All Too Well Short Film premiere Dylan O'Brien (who is in ATW film) is included in this footage of Austin and Dylan cheering when Jack plays Question..? in the Studio. Appears on Fallon and says she easter eggs 3 years in advance in reference to ATW.
16 November - Pleasing launch with Harry on bike photo on cover of Dazed
17 November – Taylor leaves NYC for Panama to go see Joe. Taylor posts a drunk TikTok from Panama. On the 20th she went to the national theater and leaves on the 22nd. Joe stays and films. Midnights written while gone
21 November - Last time Taylor is photographed in public for 3 months is the SNL performance for All too Well
25 November Rolling Stone noted the Haylor call and response “the long-running songwriting badminton between her and Harry Allegedly is pop call-and-response the way it ought to be”
28 November- 13 December Harry MIA. OW seen alone in LA
1 December Taylor wore Gucci lion ring to Zoe’s kravitz birthday throwback photo shared day after YLM date identified by Jack.
5 December - You're losing me written. Love on Tour in Buenos Aires
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Chelsea: "So, what are you saying now that you've been here in Foxbury for a while?"
Riker: "I love it! The classes are so interesting, nothing like anything I've ever had in high school, and the library is amazing. David and Linc have to drag me out of there so I'll have some fun, too!"
David: "Don't act like you're some stick in the mud, Riker! You love all those parties we're going to - and your brother is the most popular with the ladies out of the three of us!"
Lincoln: "Yeah, even though I have no idea why! He's a total geek, and he looks the part! But living in the dorms is great - finally nobody to nag me, except for Riker, of course!"
Riker: "I'm not nagging, I just want to have some standard of cleanliness in my room!"
Chelsea: "I wish you'd been like that when we were still living at home!"
Riker: "Yeah... I apologize. I made this stuff so much harder for you than it should've been!"
Lincoln: "But girls like cleaning, that's what they're here for."
Chelsea: "LINCOLN EVANS! Are you fucking kidding me? Did that really just come out of your mouth?"
Lincoln: "But women were made to take care of men, that's why you exist! I don't even know what you're doing in college, you should be married by now!"
Chelsea: "I can't BELIEVE you said that, after being raised by your sister! And you two? Are you two just FINE with him spouting all of that misogynistic bullshit in front of you? Do you just pretend everything's fine when he puts down half the population?"
Riker: "Chelsea... I didn't even say anything..."
Chelsea: "Exactly! That's the fucking PROBLEM here! And Lincoln, you can forget about borrowing my Intro to Physics notes. If you think women are too dumb for college, you probably wouldn't want them anyway."
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