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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀─── ⠀ ⠀⠀ jersey chaser⠀ 〳 ⠀ o.aiku ‵

❪ ♡ ❫ ─── ( synopsis ) she's been a jersey chaser until she met him.

♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — reader discretion is advised: female reader, female anatomy described, her/she pronouns, written with black reader in mind, jersey chaser!reader, slight bratty!reader, mentions of reader being an influencer, reader in her lori harvey phase iykyk, mentions of reader being a daughter of a famous soccer player, mentions of slutshaming, mentions of pubes, mentions of oliver being uncut, dom!oliver, oral (m.receiving), he humbles reader immediately, slight sports player crossover and up to reader's interpretation on who the volleyball player is lol, sleazeball oliver, dirty talk, degradation kink, degrading pet names (slut), slight praise kink, doggystyle position, possessive!oliver, adding breeding kink in here for @lawscorazon, does he make reader wear his jersey while they're doing the nasty....yes, could this be turned into a mini series..maybe, word count: 3.8k

YOU WERE ONE OF THE BIGGEST INFLUENCERS IN THE WORLD. With a growing following of over half a million and thousands of likes on every social media post you post. You were the daughter of a legendary soccer player (now coach). You've accomplished everything you wanted, thanks to your father's funds. You've got your makeup business that's been booming since you were a teenager. Now that you were young and living your life, you couldn't help but dip your toes in the dating pool of sports players. Collecting jersey numbers like they were the bright infinity stones Thanos collected in the Marvel movies.

You were young, so why settle down so soon. Why was it such an issue that you kept your options open? You couldn't help that you gravitated towards the sports players. From the basketball players in the NBA to one of MSBY Black Jackals players. You've sat courtside during so many games that you have lost count. However, now that you've taken a break from the dating pool and decided to be single for a couple of months—you are interested in getting a taste of your next prey.

And it just had to be him. Oliver Aiku.

You thought you could use the same charm as him during your father's charity ball that brought many soccer players (both old and new) together to auction off legendary and expensive things to help fund little league soccer teams worldwide. You bat your eyelashes at him flirtatiously. You tried to impress him by being the highest bidder on an item you could care less for. The usual charms that would have had any other person eating from the palm of your hand were a complete fail.

Or so you thought.

You remembered the goosebumps that decorated your skin as you stood outside the luxury hotel where the charity event was being held. Mumbling to yourself how you were ready to go home—mop about being curved to your best friend and then do some retail therapy. That was until you heard his voice behind you.

"Leaving your own father's event so soon?" His head tilts slightly while he's shoving his hands in the pockets of his nicely tailored suit.

Even you could tell he was a bit uncomfortable in the attire he had to wear tonight. You rubbed your arms, hoping it would help warm you up as you waited for your driver to pull around with the car.

"I've done my duties as his daughter. I showed up." Your shoulders shrug before you go back to doing what you were doing.

It wasn't anything you could say to him after you made a fool of yourself by attempting to flirt with him just to be met with a very cold, harsh steel door. You could feel his presence next to you as if he wasn't going to leave until you eventually got in the car.

"I've heard about you." Oliver's voice trails off, alluding to the things you already knew about yourself.

You already had to read about it in gossip magazines, so hearing it from a guy you had your eyes set on—wasn't new. Your eyes glance over at him, and you don't even notice how intensely he stares at you. You watched as he let his tongue glide across his lips—drinking in your looks for the evening. Instantly, the once coldness you felt due to the crisp nightly air went away from your body, radiating heat just by the way Oliver looked at you. The ball was no longer yours to guide like usual, he had the upper hand, and he knew it.

"Hm, nothing new. I'm a slut, and my father needs better control over me. I've heard about me too." You sighed while opening your clutch.

You were searching for nothing. Just to avoid having to meet those green and purple eyes of his. Those heterochromia eyes could put any woman in a trance. Similar to a snake charmer trying to guide a rattlesnake.

"Yeah, something along those lines and that you are a jersey chaser." His chuckle was low enough for you to hear him. "That's fuckin' hilarious."

"Hahaha, laugh it up." Sarcasm oozes from your tongue, and you realize that he is getting a rise out of his.

"So what do you do? Steal their jerseys after breaking their precious little heart so severely that they can't focus on their game?"

You finally turned to look at him. Swapping the weight of your body from one red bottom to the other. Your arms crossed over your chest before rolling your eyes, "If you didn't curve me, you would have found out, Mr. Aiku." You had seen your personal driver pull up in front of the hotel.

Your driver, whose known you since you were little, would rush to open your car door, but he immediately stopped his actions due to Oliver stopping you from opening the door yourself. The door to the black Benz truck slapped shut, and you couldn't help but eye Oliver questioningly. You hated the fact that the ball was no longer yours—he had full control, and you couldn't entirely read him to gain the ball back.

He inches closer, abruptly closing the gap between you two. He's holding a hotel room card between his index and middle finger—waving it in your face as if it's your father's credit card. "Then show me."

Your eyebrow raises at him, wondering when he changed his mind. However, you had no time to wonder when this was the perfect opportunity to regain control of the ball. Beat him at his own game. You told your driver that he could go home for the evening, considering that you planned to spend the whole night with Oliver. Your plush lip gloss-covered lips curve into a harmless smile before you turn towards the hotel entrance, dragging Oliver swiftly by the black tie he had around his neck.

You didn't care about the people in the lobby seeing you with him. That's the thing, you never cared about being caught out with another person because it wasn't their business. Your manicured finger jabbed at the elevator button, and as soon as the doors slid open, you waltzed inside with your head held up. As soon as the elevator closed with the two of you inside, it was as if a switch had gone off between you. You instantly let your lips crush upon each other, grasping each other bodies. Your leg hooked up his waist as your back was leaned against the elevator wall. Before you could mumble about people walking on the elevator as it was going up, your lips gasped apart, feeling his hands reach between your thighs.

Oliver nibbled on your lip, teasing, letting his tongue glide across it afterward before he pulled away as soon as the elevator opened on the floor you two were going to. You watched completely breathless as he shoved his hands in his pockets and walked off the elevator as if the two of you weren't so close to tearing each other clothes off right in the elevator. "Cocky bastard." You mumbled to yourself.

You followed behind eagerly, though just as he reached his hotel room. He unlocked the door, but before he opened it, he leaned against it and looked at you. "You know what you're getting yourself into, right?"

Your eyes roll at his words, "Of course, I'm not some timid little girl." You push your way into the hotel room.

You didn't waste time stripping from the elegant velvet gown you wore tonight. The hotel air sent a chill down your spine as you plopped down on the king-size bed. The warmth of the sheets hitting your bare skin caused you to close your eyes. You were completely basking in the scent of the hotel room. It smelled like Oliver if you focused hard enough. Just as you were about to complain about what was taking him so long, you could feel something getting thrown at you.

"Put this on." He mumbles as he walks around the hotel room, removing the attire he wore tonight.

You sat up, extending the clothing he had thrown at you. It was his jersey. "Why'd you want me to wear this?" You asked. You tugged the jersey over your head to put it on.

Oliver glances up from removing cufflinks that had his initials engraved in them. He looks you up and down from head to toe. From how your hair seemed to be in the perfect shape to how he could even get a peak of your ass with each movement you made with his jersey on. He understood why many sports players gravitated towards wanting to even get a date with you. You were stunning—absolutely breathtaking. However, Oliver wasn't like the others.

"You look good in it, don't you think? Better than wearing that volleyball play jersey." Oliver smirks as he closes the gap between you two.

Some buttons were undone on the crisp white button-down shirt he wore. His black slacks hung loosely around his waist, and his hair was now disheveled from his slender fingers combing through it.

You swallowed the lump that formed in your throat, noticing that he was moving closer toward you. The ball still wasn't in your grasp. As soon as you willingly slide his jersey on your body to be entrapped by the scent of him from the piece of clothing, you no longer have the upper hand.

"Don't you think you'll be even prettier with my cock in your mouth?"

Your brain never got so stuck on a question. Primarily when you were known to dodge red-carpet report gossip questions. Your fingers toyed with the ends of the jersey, not sure what to say.

"I think you would look prettier. Mouth full of cock, drool dripping down, staining my jersey..." Oliver's voice trails off like a broken poem spoken during open mic night.

Your panties grew damp with each syllable that rolled off his tongue to the point where you were mentally cursing yourself for folding so quickly.

So much for attempting to gain control?

Before Oliver could say anything else, you're dropping to your knees without another word. Your eyes met with his as you're thirstily tugging the black slacks down his ankles. Your hand teasingly brushed against his bulge through his boxers. "What you waiting for, for me to shove it in your mouth?" His tone comes off as significantly condensing—as if he is growing impatient.

"Didn't know you were in a rush." You commented as you leaned forward on your knees, fingers grasping at the band of his black-colored Calvin Klein's.

Your mouth watered at the sight of his cock. Oliver's lips parted to spit out a sarcastic comment, but before he could give you the pleasure of that—you're pushing yourself closer on your knees to take him in your mouth. Instantly your hand grasped at the shaft of his cock that couldn't fit into his mouth, slowly stroking it teasingly as you pucker your lips to kiss the tip of his cock. Your lips began to stain with the taste of his precum that leaked through the slit of his tip, and you seemed to moan at the feeling of your mouth being stuffed. Your eyes shifted close to relinquish the sense of pleasuring Oliver.

With your teasing kitten licks, Oliver took it upon himself to buck his hips to feel more of your mouth. With each thrust forward, the tip of his cock tapped at the back of your throat, causing you to gag. Your drool begins to pool out your mouth messily, and Oliver's eyes glistened in amusement at the sight. His fingers toy with your curls before he pulls you off his cock with a seductive pop.

Your tear-filled eyes stared up at Oliver, completely breathless as you were attempting to enjoy being able to breathe once again. Oliver's lips curve into a devious smirk as he leans down to grab hold of your face, his callous hands squishing your cheeks together for your lips to pucker. He's leaning in as if he wants to kiss you, but he pulls away.

"If you ball your left hand in a fist, maybe, just maybe, you'll handle my cock in your mouth better." He teased before he tried again.

His cock once again took comfort in your mouth, and you're taking note of his tip this time. Your fist balled up while you inched forward. Slowly his cock disappears in your mouth bit by bit.

Your drool stained the jersey on your body with each brash thrust forward. Your eyeliner smudged down your heated cheeks as you looked up at Oliver through your teary eyes. Even though his thick cock was taking your breath bit by bit—your eyes still twinkled in admiration for the soccer player, and your panties grew damper.

"Give me one good suck; remember what I told you. 'kay?" His fingers grasp at your coils as if he was your hair stylist—ushering you forward some more to deepthroat him.

In just a quick second, you're willing to shove Oliver's cock back in your mouth until the tip of your nose is met with the coarseness of his pubic hair. His hand instantly pressed on the back of your head, entrapping you from escaping of the fiery feeling of your throat being used recklessly. As he told you, you breathed through your nose while your hand grasped his toned thighs. Your manicured nails dug into his flesh, but you knew he could care less about some nail marks on him when his cock was in your pretty mouth. Your eyes closed just in time for a single tear to drag down your cheeks before he let your head snap back so you could catch your breath. Similar to drinking your first cup of alcohol, your throat burns. The string of saliva connected between your plush bottom lip and his cock was quite a sight if you two were filming a porno.

Your knees ached from the carpet below your body as you watched Oliver finally kick his feet from the slacks around his ankles. He palmed his cock effortlessly to coat the remainder of your saliva on him.

"Get on the bed on all fours." He urges with proficiency in his tone.

"You want to be a jersey chaser, but you must earn the jersey first, princess."

His words sent a shiver down your spine. You did what you were told too quickly; you wanted to question yourself if he had some spell cast on you. You not spitting out some snarky comment during comments weren't your thing. Perhaps his cock bruising the back of your throat put you in your place, but it was too soon to judge when his cock hadn't driven its way inside you.

With your butt up in the air, you quivered, feeling his callous fingertips trace alongside the curve of your spine. His thick cock resting in between your cheeks. Your hips bucked back just to feel some friction—your pussy twitching in anticipation of feeling Oliver's cock.

"Don't be so impatient. My dick isn't going anywhere." His fingertips teasingly trace his name on your spine.

You felt the pad of Oliver's thumb brushing against your pussy lips through your soaked panties. Your teeth nibbled on your lower lip before you spoke, "Could you stop the teasing?"

Oliver ignored your question as he tugged the lace fabric down your thighs. As if you're a fragile doll, he's helping you out of your panties. "Now I see why you're so impatient," Oliver mumbles as he grabs hold of his cock, guiding it towards you.

The relaxed sigh that came from Oliver when his cock felt how wet you were was like music to your ears. Your body felt so hot, feeling him shove his cock inside you little by little. Not because he wanted you to get used to his size but to push you further to the edge to beg for more.

"Please." You whimpered out as your fingers intertwined with the sheets.

"That's what I wanted to hear." He leans over, placing the sloppiest kisses down your spine.

You felt so strange because, during your other hookups, you never felt like this. Your body never felt like it was going through a continuous fever by just a subtle task like pasting kisses on your spine covered with his jersey. Your pussy never fluttered around a man's cock in anticipation. Simply curious about how exactly the Oliver Aiku strokes were.

They started off slowly; perhaps he was getting used to your drooling cunt gripping around him like a tight glove. Then the pace quickened, and the grip on your waist tightened. He now had a pace that was pleasurable for both of you. It left you creaming and fluttering around his cock, making you feel like you were on top of the world. It made Oliver feel so pussy drunk that he saw stars. The adrenaline going through his veins at the moment felt similar to when he was doing what he does best on the field. His multi-colored hair began sticking to his forehead due to the sweat droplets dribbling down his forehead. His hands grasped at his jersey that you wore so perfectly—using the jersey to yank back on his cock like a toy yo-yo.

The lewd sound of heated skin slapping against each other could be heard in the hotel room. You were sure Oliver didn't care for the guests residing in the neighboring hotel rooms. With each buck of his hip, it seems to have more aggression to it. Each thrust felt like he was attempting to express something.

Your whimpers and his hushed whines continued to intertwine with each other like a sultry tune. In such a pornographic position with your hip gripped so tightly that you were sure it was getting bruised—you adored hearing Oliver's moans. They were brash yet whiny. He was enjoying this just as much as you.

"Where does my pretty little slut want my cum, hm?" Oliver asked.

With each word that came out, he pushed his hips forward harshly to meet the plumpness of your handprint-stained ass cheeks. Your tears stained the sheets below your body as you let out muffled moans at Oliver's question—completely ignoring his question because you were so close to crumbling down yourself.

"Your back." His grip on your waist tightens as he bottoms down inside of you. Shoving his full weight upon you, completely entrapping you from running away from his harsh thrusts.

"Or maybe inside this pretty pussy of yours, hm? So many choices." He grunts out.

It became too inaudible for you to answer his question when the only feeling you could feel was the sensational feeling that sat at the pit of your stomach. Your thighs shook violently, feeling Oliver's pace only quicken. In a matter of seconds, you saw stars in your tear-filled eyes, and the only form of language you knew was Oliver's name while your cunt fluttered around his thick cock—just in time for him to finally decide where to cum at.

Despite the two of you hitting a high of pleasure—that didn't stop Oliver from filling you up with his cum. His hips sloppily push forward to ensure no droplets of his cum escape. Oliver released his grasp on your waist as he hesitantly pulled out, his cock coated with a ring of his cum.

When exhaustion finally hit you, your body felt like a fresh bowl of Jell-O. Your limbs felt like you did the same training your dad would put guys in his training camp through. Instantly, you're sitting up to grasp your gown on the ground—but Oliver stops you.

"I don't stay the night when this.." Your hand motions between the two of you. "Happens." You add.

"Now you do; you're too exhausted to even move."

"No, I'm not."

"Well, want to go another round?" Oliver grins down at you, and you glimpse up at him before letting your body drop back on the mattress below your body.

"You're insane, I'm going to sleep."

As you got comfortable on the king-size mattress, you heard Oliver chuckle and disappear into the bathroom. Before uttering any other snarky comment, you drifted off to sleep with Oliver on your mind.

The following morning, you woke up to the sun kissing your soft skin and the constant dinging of your cell phone. Your eyes fluttered open, and you stretched like an exhausted black cat before reaching for your phone on the nightstand. You pushed yourself up and grasped at the hotel sheets. The previous night was a vivid blur until you noticed the spot where Oliver was laying was empty. You woke up alone with the scent of Oliver engraving your skin and breakfast on the table in the corner. Your hand went to rub the sleep out of your eyes while scrolling through your countless social media notifications. You would have thought that you had flashed a stranger with the way your phone had been going off.

Your plan of silencing your phone and returning to continue your beauty rest was halted when you finally saw the post that had everyone in a frenzy. Oliver had tagged you in a picture wearing his jersey. You assumed he took the picture after you had dozed off after the amazing sex the two of you engaged in. The caption had your eye twitching in annoyance—but it reminded you that with Oliver, he'll always have the upper hand.

According to Oliver, you were no longer collecting jerseys.

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zegrasdrysdale · 6 months

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Hi! I wanted to send in a request for Jamie! So Jamie and the reader, have been on and off again and hooking up for years, the reader falling in love with him over that time. after their latest hookup the reader realizes she wants more than him, and when she refuses to get back with him he admits how much he loves her. Maybe the prompt “I can’t do this anymore… not with you” I’m in the mood to read something angsty lol

[ protect the heart ] j. drysdale

paring : Jamie Drysdale x fem!reader

summary : after (Y/N) breaks the friends with benefits deal she has with Jamie by falling in love with him. she decides that she can’t keep hooking up with him. she thinks thatJamie will never love her back and she can’t keep hurting herself anymore

warning(s) : angst and feelings ! sad Jamie (i'm sorry), mentions of sex but no actual smut

author’s note : good thing i’ve been in the mood to write something angsty. i took this and ran with it tbh so enjoy :)

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She was never the girl who wanted to be in any kind of romantic relationship like all of her friends. No feelings and no strings attached seemed like the easiest thing way to go. She watched all of her friends get their hearts broken by someone and she didn’t want to go through that same heartbreak.

Until she met Jamie Drysdale. It wasnt until she met the brown hair, blue eyed defenseman for the Ducks through mutual friends when she realized that maybe she was ready to give her heart to someone.

One night out after a hockey game and suddenly she finds herself in bed with a professional hockey player. Over and over … and over again until they finally made a deal.

No feelings. No strings attached. Friends with benefits only because she didn’t want romance and he had too crazy of a schedule to hold a steady relationship. They both get something out of the deal - crazy good sex whenever they wanted.

It’s the perfect deal. It was the perfect deal until (Y/N) broke the one rule they made when they started. They were to never gain feelings for the other. She more than gained feelings for him.

She fell in love with him over the two years since their deal started.

It was slow. She realized her heart rate would quicken every time he looked at her or touched her. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach when he kissed her. Even her orgasms got more intense as she began to fall in love with Jamie.

Now, as she looks up at a sleepy Jamie in his bed, she realizes that she wants more.

She wants the romance that she loathed when she met him. She wants to go out on dates and get showered with kisses whenever they see each other. She wants to wear his jersey to his games without it being a dare from friends. She wants to fall asleep in his arms and wake up beside him in the morning without the awkwardness that follows when they’ve realized that they slept in the same bed.

(Y/N) fell in love with him, and that’s what she came to his apartment to tell him so either he could break the deal or they could begin a new relationship. That was before he kissed her as soon as she crossed the threshold into his apartment and she gave in to him like she always does.

“Jamie?” she whispers, unsure if he’s asleep. Her heart races in her chest.

“I need a few minutes before we go for round two,” he tells her. His voice is weak.

She smiles at the thought of being trapped under his insanely gorgeous body again for the second time in an hour. Her own body reacts to the thought and she pushes her thighs together.

“I just want to talk for a second before we do anything else,” she replies.

He opens his eyes and looks down at her. She’s curled up against his side. She has to detach herself and sit up so she can have this conversation.

“You didn’t come over here for sex, did you?” Jamie asks. “Because if you didn’t and I forced you into it-“

“Jamie, you know I’m always okay with sex,” she interrupts. “You know this. I’d tell you if I wasn’t. You know that too. I came over to talk but I didn’t mind this. I never mind this.”

He relaxes a bit. (Y/N) didn’t even realize he tensed up until his shoulders drop. “What did you come over to talk about?”

Here goes nothing.

“I think I broke our deal,” she slowly tells him. “Because I came over to tell you that I …” She trails off. She swallows hard before she finishes her sentence. “I love you, Jamie. I’ve been falling in love with you for years. I didn’t know how to tell you because I didn’t want to ruin this because I love this. I just want more than this.”

Jamie seems genuinely surprised to hear those words come from her. He’s speechless, but (Y/N) can see the gears turning in his head.

He’s thinking about what she said. It's terrifying.

She gnaws on her bottom lip as she waits for a reply.

"(Y/N), I don't think I can give you more," Jamie tells her. "We've tried to do the whole relationship thing and it never worked out. You didn't like being in a relationship and I travel all the time because of hockey."

With a small nod and a sigh, she looks down at her hands on her blanket covered lap. "I understand," she mumbles. "Sorry for bringing it up."

She feels her heart break a little in her chest. This was the feeling that she hoped to avoid when she started her friends with benefits deal with Jamie. Then she ruined it by falling in love.

(Y/N) finds herself wishing that she ended the deal when she realized she was falling in love. Instead, she didn't believe that she was falling in love and kept going despite her new feelings.

This is her mistake. She set herself up to get hurt because she let it get so far, and now she has to deal with it.

"I'm sorry I can give you more," Jamie tells her as he sits up. He lightly kisses her shoulder. "I'd be the world's worst boyfriend if I did. I would never be around from September until April, maybe even longer if the team ever made the playoffs. Not to mention what would happen if I were to get hurt again. I don't want to put you through any of that."

She has seen shades of what it would be like to be Jamie's girlfriend and they're not even dating. He's so loyal, he always asks for consent during sex, and he's always checking in on her. Even when he's on the road, he texts or calls her when he knows she's having a bad day. He sends her gifts for her birthday and for Christmas if he's on a roadie.

When Jamie was hurt earlier in the season, he never yelled at her and came to her for help when he needed it. He never got frustrated with her when she was smothering him and hovering over him. He made sure that she was taking care of herself while she was looking after him.

That isn't the world's worst boyfriend. It's far from being the world's worst boyfriend.

Jamie runs his fingers through her hair almost like he's trying to apologize. She suddenly finds herself needing to get out of there and go back to her own apartment. She doesn't want to get emotional in front of him.

"I need to go," (Y/N) blurts out. "I'm sorry." She jumps out of bed and begins to get dressed. "You have an early flight to Dallas in the morning anyway so I'll just get out of your hair."

He tries to reach out to stop her but she moves too quick. "No, stay," Jamie tries to tell her. "We can grab dinner and watch a mo-"

"I can't do this anymore," she interrupts. The words pass her lips before she can even think about what she's saying. "Not with you. I let it go too far and hooking up with you when you can't give me more than just sex is going to hurt me. We can keep being friends but the falling into bed with each other needs to stop. I can't keep hurting myself, Jamie."

A flash of hurt crosses Jamie's face. "Okay."

The decision to end it came quickly. She didn't even think about it before she told him it was over, but she needed to do it. She needs to put her heart back together and protect it. Continuing to sleep with Jamie is only going to keep her from doing that.

"I'm sorry," she whispers as she practically flees the room as soon as she's dressed.

(Y/N) gets as far away from him as she possibly can as quickly as she can. Her cheeks are soaking wet when she does get back to her own apartment.

She leans against the door when it's shut and allows herself to let out a single sob. She allows herself a single moment of weakness before she dries her own tears and makes the decision to move on.

No matter how much it hurts.

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It hurts a lot more than she thought it would. Moving on from Jamie seemed a lot easier than it really is. She's even been ignoring his texts because she thinks it'll help. She's been ignoring texts from Trevor as well. It doesn't help though.

She misses him.

That's probably the reason why she sits in front of her TV two nights later to watch the Ducks play the Dallas Stars. She has her legs tucked under her while she sits under a blanket and drinks a cup of coffee that she made before the game.

She scrolls through her Instagram feed as the game starts, liking a few posts here and there.

Two minutes into the first period, one of the commentators says, "The Ducks are missing young defenseman Jamie Drysdale in the lineup tonight. He was scratched last minute due to illness so he is not on the ice with his usual partner, Cam Fowler."

Her eyes flick up to the screen in front of her from her phone and she sees Jackson LaCombe skating with Cam during what would normally be Jamie's shift.

Jamie isn't on the ice.

Without realizing it, she opens her texts with Jamie and sends a message.

to jamie - 7:13 pm they said you were scratched tonight because you were sick so i wanted to make sure you aren't lying dead somewhere in dallas

The text doesn't get replied to. She guesses that it makes sense since she hasn't been replying to any of his messages. She never really expected a reply since it's been two days since they've spoken to each other and she ran out of his bedroom.

It's five minutes later when a knock rings out through the apartment. She isn't expecting company but she still throws the blankets off her lap and goes to answer the door.

It catches her very off guard when she sees Jamie standing on the other side of the door in his game day suit. That means he was going to play today, but instead he flew back to Anaheim in his suit.

"I'm not lying dead somewhere in Dallas."

"You should be in Dallas," she says in surprise. "Why aren't you on the ice right now?"

"Because after talking to some guys on the team yesterday, I realized that I made a mistake the other day when I let you walk out of my room," he tells her. She raises her eyebrows in confusion. "I talked to Cronin a few hours before the game to tell him that I needed to come back home and he told me that he'd tell the reporters that I was sick. I needed to come talk to you, (Y/N)."

She shakes her head. "You don't have to explain yourself, Jamie," she replies. "I get where you came from and I understand that you can't give me more. It's okay. I'm okay. You need to get back to Dallas so you can play tomorrow in Chicago. I'm not more important than hockey. I'll never be more important than hockey."

"You are more important than hockey," Jamie retorts. "Why do you think I got on the first flight out of Dallas? Why do you think I'm on your doorstep instead of on the ice?"

"Jamie-"

"No, you got to say what you needed to say so now it's my turn," he interrupts her. "And you're going to listen to what I have to say before you say anything else." (Y/N)'s mouth snaps shut. “I’m sorry I can’t give you more but I like the way things were. I wouldn’t be good for you and that’s why I wanted to keep things casual with us."

She blinks at him when he says that. She's surprised he's trying to fight for the deal when she told him that she couldn't do the whole friends with benefits thing anymore.

She wants more than just a few hook ups every few weeks and she doesn't want to keep doing the on and off dance they've done before.

"I can't believe you're trying to fight for this when I told you I couldn't keep sleeping with you," she says when he's done talking. "I refuse to keep hurting myself because you can't give me more. I can't believe you flew from Dallas and missed your game to tell me that. You're unbelievable, Jamie. I'm done with the deal. That's the end of it. We're friends, we're dating, or we're nothing. That's it. No more sleeping together. I think you need to think about that for a little bit."

As the door shuts, Jamie stops it with his foot. "(Y/N), please," he pleads. She stands on the other side of the door where he can't see her. She's fuming. "Please. I'm sorry, but I like the fun we were having. I liked that we were in each others lives all the time. Please."

She closes her eyes and tries not to show any emotion. "Get on a plane back to Dallas, Jamie," she tells him. "You have a game in Chicago tomorrow. I'm not going to let you miss a second game in a row."

"I love you too, okay?" Jamie blurts out. She quickly moves so she's facing him. "I love you and I'm scared that I'm going to ruin what's left of our friendship if I were to give you more than just sex. Clearly I've always ruined something because you didn't talk to me for two days."

(Y/N)'s jaw drops in surprise. He's just full of surprises tonight. "I was trying to move on," she admits to him. "I didn't think ... you love me?"

Jamie nods and looks super vulnerable after admitting his feelings for her. There are tears in his eyes when he looks at her. "I do," he replies. "I just don't think I can't give you want you want. I'd be a shit boyfriend because I'm always away or always at the rink. We also tried the whole relationship thing but it never stuck and I was tired of the back and forth."

"I've been around hockey my entire life, Jamie," she tells him. "I was in the rink every weekend as a child watching my father coach, I went to games all the time back home because all of my friends played. Hell, most of my friends here in Anaheim play, including you, Trevor and Mason. I know that you wouldn't be a shit boyfriend but you won't give it a chance. I didn't love you whenever we tried the relationship thing, but I do now. You love me. It could work. You just won't let it."

"I'm scared it won't stick and I'll have ruined everything for good," he admits.

She reaches up and cups the back of his neck. "I don't think that's possible," she tells him. "You're Jamie. You'll always find a way to stick around."

He shoots her a sad smile before she rises onto her tiptoes and softly presses her lips to his. The kiss is slow and it takes Jamie a little bit before he kisses her back.

Jamie finally touches her when he wraps his arms around her waist and lifts her off the ground. She wraps her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck so she doesn't fall. She smiles into the kiss that follows before she pulls back.

With hope running through her veins, (Y/N) asks, "Can we try again?"

"Promise you won't hold anything against me?" he asks in reply. "That I won't ruin everything if something happens and we break up?"

She runs her fingers through his hair and says, "I'd never hold anything against you. I promise."

He smiles up at her.

Behind her, the announcers say that Trevor scored a goal on a power play and Jamie looks over her shoulder. "He always has to get involved, doesn't he?" Jamie jokes.

"Well, technically he's the one that set us up in the first place so it' seems fitting that he scores a goal right after we tell each other that we love the other," she replies. Jamie looks at her. "Come on. Let's go watch the game. I'm sure that's Trevor's way of telling us to get out butts on the couch to watch the game."

Jamie laughs and lets her down. She grabs her boyfriend's hand and leads him to the couch.

Boyfriend. That's going to take some getting used to.

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Oikawa x Reader: School Festival [a haikyuu one-shot]

Ok y'all, so my friends and I had an all-nighter where we write one-shots. The twist is, we each wrote down on different sticky notes a character, a plotline, and I think the third is a location. We did this a year ago and I forgot all about this, but I recently found it so I'm posting it here lol

I hope you enjoy.

1145 words

Story under the cut.

Being a foreign exchange student, experiencing life in Japan was a bit of a culture shock: different introductions, different eating customs, different school traditions. One school tradition you noted was that Japan had school festival days. For the past week, your class had been working on an idea and building the vision. Today was the final day where the booths would actually be open to people and you were kind of nervous. Why? Who knows. Maybe it was more excitement than nervousness.

Your class finished assembling the booth reasonably quickly, so you figured you’d find your friend Oikawa to see if his booth needed any help. It wasn’t long before you found his booth and he was waving you down. Oikawa was one of the first people to introduce himself to you. Of course, you now realize he was just trying to scope out the new girl considering his… following, but it ended up being a good friendship; mainly consisting of you helping Iwaizumi call him names and him being a weird flirt even though he’s pretty much a dork.

“Hi, Y/n! Couldn’t stay away for long, eh?” he asked, waving.

“No, actually I’m looking for your pretty friend. Hey, Iwa!” you responded jokingly, to which Oikawa feigned a sad pout. “How’s the booth coming along?”

“We're almost done. Just need to put up the last few banners,” Iwaizumi said.

“You may want to be careful, Y/n. As soon as we open, girls will swarm the area. You might get trampled and die,”

“Yeah, I’m sure,” you said, rolling your eyes. “What are you guys doing anyway?”

“Kissing booth,” Iwaizumi said boredly as the title banner was hung up. You turned your head to Oikawa,

“What?”

“It’s the perfect concept! There's no girl in the world that wouldn’t want to kiss me! Just think of the revenue,”

“I wouldn’t count on it if it’s gonna be you, Oikawa. How is this even allowed in a school setting?”

“It’s just on the cheek. He does have a big following of girls at this school. It’s not like we can use his brain to help our booth,”

“I guess that makes sense,”

“How mean! Everyone undermines my intelligence,”

“Oh yeah, how did your game go Saturday?”

“It was fine. We won, of course, but it just felt too easy. I need a challenge in my life. You should come to my next game! You can wear one of my jerseys,”

“Hmm, tempting, but I’ll pass. Volleyball isn’t really my thing. Well, if you’re pretty much done, I’m gonna head around to look at the other booths. See ya around!”

“Bye, Y/n~!”

Everything looked amazing and you were having a good amount of fun before someone grabbed your shoulders from behind, making you jump. “Ya ho~!”

“Gah! Oikawa you scared me! Why would you do that?” you exclaimed and punched him in the arm.

“Ow! I can take the abuse from Iwa, but from you, it’s just too much,”

“Sorry. I saw opportunity and couldn’t resist,”

“The abuse I endure for you. Do you wanna go do something together?”

“What about your booth?”

“I’m all kissed out and on break. Girls wear a lot of lip product,” he said while rubbing some gloss and balm off his cheek. “But anyways, let’s go get some food or something. I’m so hungry,”

“I saw a teriyaki booth somewhere. Wanna get some of that? You’re paying,”

“Don’t I always?” The two of you walked the booths, trying different foods and desserts. The games were pretty fun too! It was nice playing games that weren’t rigged. You were clowning on Oikawa a bit at how much he sucked at some of the games compared to you, though you're sure he’d thrown some of your matches together. As your escapade continued, you noticed some girls you passed had their hands pressed to their cheeks while pointing and gazing at Oikawa, undoubtedly gushing over how they kissed each other on the cheek.

“I don’t understand how you can manage all the female attention. I’d get too tired of having to interact that much,”

“It does get bothersome sometimes. I used to love it, but now I think I’d prefer to have only one girl's attention, you know?”

“Ah, the development of a teenage male. From boyhood to maturity. All ready to settle down,” suddenly you gasped dramatically, almost making Oikawa drop the snacks he had bought. “A Ferris wheel! How did they get a Ferris wheel here!?”

“Y/n, I don’t think I’d trust that. It looks a little old,”

“Old shmold! Let’s go on!” Without a moment to protest you were dragging Oikawa by the hand to the big ride. “Woah! I can see the field yard from here!”

“Y/n! Please don’t lean out the side like that. You’re gonna fall!”

“Oh, you mean like this?” you asked and leaned out,”

“Y/n!” he said, reaching for you.

“What? Are you scared” you asked, and started rocking the box. He grabbed you and forced you to sit still beside him, like a mother to her rambunctious child.

“You’ve lost your fun privileges. Sit still until the ride is over,” you couldn’t help but laugh at him. You wondered if rides were a fear of his or if it was just Ferris wheels. Either way, it was fun to be out like this. You guys only ever really interacted at school during classes or studying. “Hey, Y/n. I think you should rethink going to my next game. I think I’d play better if you were there,”

“Why would you need to play better? You already win don’t you?” by this time the wheel had stopped and it was time to get off. You left the ride with a ‘thank you’ to the person running it and continued on.

“It’s less about the winning and more about… Y/n, would you just listen for a sec?” he grabbed your hand and pulled you back nearer to him. You blinked twice, looking down at where his hand didn’t leave yours.

“Kawa?” he started running his thumb over your knuckles nervously, his eyebrows knitting together in conflict.

“I want to see you at my games. I don’t care if I win, I just want to see you wearing my jersey number at my games,”

“What do you…” this wasn’t… was it?

“Earlier, I was wondering if you were gonna show up to the kissing booth at some point today. But now I’m realizing I’m glad you didn’t.”

“Wh-why?”

“Because now it feels more genuine,” he looked up at you, into your eyes, it felt invasive, uncomfortable, but not altogether unwelcomed. “Y/n. Can I kiss you?”

“I…” but the decision was clear to you then. “Yes.”

Sure enough, you were at his next game, the number one displayed proudly on your back.

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hi! love your blog. I was wondering if you have any fic recs? I’m especially looking for royjamiekeely but I’m flexible :) thank you!!

Hi! I have read a lot of the R/J/K tag, and gosh, there is seriously so much incredible stuff in there. It sort of depends on what kind of vibe you're going for, but here are a few* to get you started.

Note: many of these are rated M or E, so please check the actual warnings and ratings and summaries before reading :)

Start with author inlovewithnight and literally just read everything they've ever written, it is all completely brilliant and there is something for all tastes. My personal favorites are the blood in my mouth, I wish it was mine and they threw me a whirlwind and I spat back the sea, but do be aware those are definitely darker/heavier fics and heed the tags!!! (the first has quite bit of noncon [not between RJK] and the second involves physical abuse initiated by James Sr.). For a lighter option I recommend Follow the Hearts and You Can't Go Wrong which is a lovely future R/J/K fic about the end of Jamie's career

from there move along to @valonia47 (Ao3) and @belmottetower (Ao3) and Mixtape Star (Ao3) and also read everything they've written :) I wanted to single out favorites for you but how could I when it's all so very good?

our bodies touch and the angels cry by lennynards: R/J/K that starts out with Roy & Jamie having to stay within 10 feet of each other at all times after both accidentally drinking a weird tea Jane brewed up for Beard. Yes it sounds like a completely ridiculous premise but it is one of my favorite RJK fics ever, 12/10

In Colour series by lyricl: this one feels so very true to canon and it just gets them all so right, I don't know how else to describe it. It's not a complete series though and nobody has actually gotten together as of yet, fyi. They're all far too busy having a lot of complex (& horny) feelings about each other from afar.

This might be a long shot that's not quite what you're looking for but, For Now series by Wild Wren. It's actually mostly a Roy/Keeley series, and I started reading it on a whim because I literally ran out of new things to read in the R/J/K and Jamie tags at one point, lol. Then it ended up being some of my favorite fanfic of all time. It's Roy/Keeley but like, in a not normative and also very kinky way that does a great deep dive into their respective ~issues~. Also Wild Wren had them break up even before the show had them break up, and in a much better and far more detailed way, just saying!! Part 4 is pre-ot3 in the messiest possible way. What a brilliant series, I cannot recommend it enough.

Outgrow the shoes of expectations by @destinationtoast : Brilliant on the ot3 side of it and even better on the character study of each individual within the ot3. Sooo so good. I think about it all the time.

another box with a question mark by irishmizzy: going to be completely honest when I say I don't fully remember this one, but I do know it was very funny and excellent and it is also rated T which makes it different from a lot of the others on my list, so i wanted to include!! It is in my bookmarks and I'm going to be rereading it asap now :)

something that's so close by @ohlafraise : s3 outtake that is very funny and perfect and lovely and also happens to be rated T :) also check out one night upon the shore by the same author. It's Jamie/Keeley, but don't worry Roy's there in spirit. You'll see. That one is very much not T though, lol

by any other name by renecdote: Jamie accidentally wears a Kent jersey instead of his own jersey on the pitch and the internet thinks they're dating (spoiler: they are dating). Who cares if it's not realistic because it's so hilarious and wonderful, amen.

Oh Lord, You've Never Been so in Love by asexual-fandom-queen. I literally just read this one, it's hot off the presses and it is so sexy and tender and also just gets these three so very right. the perfect anecdote to the end of s3.

Anddd of course I have to self promo a little and recommend you Waterfalls (between seasons 1&2 canon divergence), The Full Picture (s3: Jamie attempting to parent-trap RoyKeeley while avoiding his feelings for both of them) and my new one Confetti (ot3 fluff where they celebrate Phoebe's favorite holidays)

*I said I'd give a few and then proceeded to be really long about it, but like, what else is new? For that reason I've tried to stick to strictly R/J/K fics, but if you'd like Roy/Jamie or gen fic/Jamie fic recs also let me know because I could totally make a whole separate post about those, lol.

#fic recs #asks #royjamiekeeley #roy x jamie x keeley #ted lasso #ted lasso fanfiction

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you put the idea out there and now i cant stop thinking about it, any headcannons on how poly!chainshipping would go down?

Poly! Chainshipping headcanons

Hi!! I have had this idea on my brain for a while now and I posted the poll referencing it more than two weeks ago! If my memory serves right this came in around the time that the poll was posted, so I apologize for the wait--a lot of personal stuff has been going on as has planning for NaNoWriMo this month hasn't been the best in terms of my writing frequency lol.

Fic type- this is fluff mostly! Mentions of the bathroom trap, though

Warnings- mentions of smokes/smoking--the reader gets put into the trap due to a nicotine addiction in part so it's discussed a lot

Okay, so

the way that the three of you meet is through the bathroom trap--Lawrence is put there due to a lack of empathy and for cheating on his wife, Adam is put there because of his spying on people via photography, and you're there because of an innate sense of cynicism and hopelessness that's reflected through your personality and the way that you move through life coupled with a minor nicotine addiction.

Adam takes the cigarette when you all find them but you refuse despite the craving because all that Jigsaw had said in your regard was to let go of former vices and trust those around you--let yourself have hope and be optimistic.

Letting go of former vices was obviously in reference to your nicotine use, and you fought the cravings you were dealing with despite the fact that fending them away made you want to bite off your own hand.

in the end, as the story goes, Lawrence cut his own foot off. He told you and Adam that he would be back with help, and you had no choice but to trust him.

The following days were pretty bad--you and Adam would talk through the darkness, telling each other about your lives and reminding one another of Lawrences promise.

Eventually, John Kramer came around with one of his apprentices. They knocked you out with the top of the toilet, which Adam had used to kill Zep Hindle, and you were taken to separate hospitals in the Jersey area.

You give a statement to the police and book a hotel for a week--you were taken from your apartment and going back kind of stings, so you prolong the fact that you'll have to do so anyway.

In the week you stay at the hotel, your manager at work gives you paid time off rather than unpaid because you're traumatized and they feel guilty.

It's not a dampener on your paycheck, either, as they did something that's probably a little illegal and wrote off the shifts you missed in a way that still lets you get paid for those days.

You start going for walks and eventually wind up at the Jigsaw support group. You know Adam would find it stupid but Lawrence would probably appreciate it, and you know that a support system is what you need

even if the support system is made up of strangers, even if your trap is a hell of a lot more tame than some of theirs, it's still nice.

Lawrence ends up at the support group, and when you see him it's like your world completely flips over.

Adam also shows up that day and you're startled to realize your world has flipped over twice in under twenty minutes.

Your conversation goes something like this:

"Lawrence! I didn't expect to see you here--I've missed you lately, how've you been?" and then you look at Adam and you're like "You are the last person I thought I would see at a support group. I've missed you, though. A lot."

Lawrences response is "things aren't so great. Heard about this in the paper, figured I'd see what it's all about."

Adams response is: "Heard about it on the news. Thought I'd come around for some half decent free food, but seeing you guys again is a nice bonus."

And things just kind of...develop from there?? Afterwards Lawrence is like "let's grab a coffee--my treat!" and you and Adam both agree because you never thought you'd see him or each other again but holy fuck is it nice.

Things are a little stilted for a few weeks as you all develop feelings for one another. You're all distracted because you're deeply in love but haven't told one another yet and so the conversation comes and goes, but like--it's obvious from the get-go that you support each other and are consistent in that support.

After the trap, you decided to quit cigarettes cold turkey. A bit of a rash decision in hindsight, but Adam and Lawrence devise a system where they learn what your tells are when the cravings kick in and they do something to distract you instead.

Lawrences mode of distraction is to tell you about his day or, when the weather is cold, offer to go on walks.

You end up adopting a cat that you leash train. Adam finds that HILARIOUS because you genuinely take the cat outside on leash for a solid half hour once every few days. Lawrence even laughs a little to himself when he suggests a walk while the cravings are getting so bad that you're starting to shake because--

it's a cat. on a leash. Actively enjoying time outdoors. It's not the norm in Jersey so seeing it is kind of a spectacle.

Adams way of distracting you is like his love language--physical touch

especially after you've all confessed your feelings to each other and are actively romancing it up

Adam will pick up on one of your tells--grabbing the lighter you have and flicking it a few times is your biggest because the lighter is what you grabbed first, then you'd find your cigarettes and go out onto the porch for a bit.

Adam just kind of,, grabs the lighter from you while pressing a kiss to the side of your head and pockets it while saying that you're stronger than your addiction.

You give in because there's no point in fighting against him, let him smother you in kisses and affection instead while trying to avoid thinking about the fact that you'll have to go into work the next morning

There are two ends of the scale. Lawrence sits on one side of it while Adam sits on the other--Lawrence is a law abiding citizen who regularly makes a point out of sleeping eight or nine hours, makes sure he eats healthily and doesn't engage in anything like drinking or smokes too often.

Adam is the opposite--because he doesn't have insurance, he's not been to the doctor in quite some time (other than the trip post-trap, which he spent several hours contesting the bills for to get it down from nearly $7000 to $250) and he likes his cigarettes and takeaway food.

You are somewhere in the middle--you have insurance because you worked the mandatory 2000 hours and two years of work to become eligible so all of your current health records are up to date. However, like Adam, you had to spend several hours calling the right people and getting your charges reduced because there was no way you could afford $7000 in medical bills if you were paying it out of pocket. You don't really care enough to watch what you eat, so to speak (you, too, are a semi-regular enjoyer of takeaway but you monitor things like your hearts BPM and you try to avoid stuff that will just make living more difficult via health issue) and because of your addictions you avoid cigarettes vehemently but you don't mind things like weed or the occasional glass of brandy

It's like--Lawrence isn't chaotic at all. Adam has moments where he's chaos incarnate. You?? you bounce between neutrality and chaos somewhat infrequently.

Generally, though?? it's a very nice existence. You watch SO MANY SUNSETS together and you and Adam somehow convince Lawrence to smoke weed with you which is a fun experience

#poly! chainshipping #adam stanheight x reader #lawrence gordon x reader #adam stanheight x lawrence gordon x reader #poly! chainshipping x reader

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Hey, @caughtonwebcam (formerly melancholymoondrops) here

I’ve lost motivation for this blog and idk how to continue it without rebooting it completely. That might include rewriting the story and giving this blog a complete overhaul, or just scrapping it and replacing the characters with ocs, as I feel like I made them too ooc. Plus, rerunning the current storyline in my head, certain concepts didn’t make sense, even for an au.

There were certain events I wanted to include in the plot, such as Kyle running away and becoming friends with Marjorine while working at Tweek Bros, Ike becoming important at some point and Stan and Kyle having some weird “friends in a past life” type arc?? Gerald saving Kyle’s corpse in order to transfer the soul of robo Kyle into him to give him eternal life??? Where was Sheila in all this??? I dunno, somewhere in Jersey maybe???

Idek where I was going with that. The plot just became too jumbled to the point where I didn’t even know where I would end up, despite it appearing so clear in my head. Also, having the story be told with random asks as well as a comic following a set storyline felt inconsistent and awkward with the story’s flow, and the story to me felt like it was going very fast or very slow. Next time, I’ll do one or the other lol.

I’m really sorry to those who enjoyed this blog, but as of now, it’s cancelled. Small bits of art may be posting in my main blog still. The au may return in the future in a new form, but I haven’t decided on that yet.

In the meantime, I’m currently developing a new au outside the sp fandom.

If anyone wants to take over this blog or have any ideas for a rewrite, please don’t be afraid to dm me <3 I’m fine with transferring ownership if anybody wants to continue this. Also, if you have any lore questions that were left unanswered, I will be answering them in the comments or reblogs.

Once again, really sorry. I hope y’all understand.

- Mads

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Get Out.

Luke Hughes x oc

This is the Luke fit I meant to post last night but I fell asleep lol, my bad. Here it is.

Background: You are a softball player at the University of Michigan. You met Luke while on a recruiting visit to umich and began dating shortly after arriving on campus. The end of hockey season is rapidly approaching as is Luke leaving for New Jersey from Tampa. Talks of Luke leaving have been put off, due to both of you being busy with your respective sports as well as classes, but have been brought up just days before he’s leaving.

It’s angsty but 100% will turn into fluff.

(I’m calling her Isabella but having her go by Bella just because lol)

Bella’s POV

*4 days before the Frozen Four*

“Hey baby.” Luke says as I walk into the sophomore hockey house for our movie night. We haven’t been able to have any time to ourselves lately because I’ve been traveling for softball and Luke has been traveling for hockey and our off time just hasn’t aligned. I smile as I hug him, “Hey lukey.”

“I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever.”

“I know I’m sorry. I’ve been so busy with softball and then class, I just haven’t had much time. I wish I could’ve seen you more often, I know your leaving straight from Tampa.” I say as we settle on the couch.

“Speaking of, can we talk?” He says and pulls away from me.

I turn to face him, “Of course. What’s up?”

“I want you to come to Jersey with me next year.”

I’m speechless. This is the first time we’re talking about this and he wants me to go with him. I want to, I really want to, but I can’t. Or at least right now I can’t. I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding and say, “Luke, I can’t.”

“What?” He says back shocked.

“I can’t go to jersey with you.”

“Why not?”

“My whole life is here Luke. I can’t just up and leave it all behind right now. I just can’t.”

“Why not though? I am leaving my life here to go to Jersey and I’m asking you to come with me.”

“And I’m telling you that I can’t. Me going to Jersey is a hell of a lot more complicated than you doing it.”

“You can transfer to Princeton or Rutgers or Columbia or anywhere nearby but I just want you with me baby. Is that so much to ask?” He basically pleads. I take a deep breath to try and calm myself and keep myself from snapping at him and getting upset. I say, “Luke, you don’t get it. It’s not as simple as just transferring to Rutgers or Princeton or Columbia. I just can’t upend my whole life and move to New Jersey right now.”

“Just tell me that you don’t love me then Isabella.” He snaps back and gets up from the couch leaving their living room. I am shocked at his fucking audacity to say that and full name me. That comment hurts a lot. Ever since I met him, I’ve been so hopelessly in love with him and it hurts that he’s saying otherwise to my face.

I get up and follow him, “I never said that I didn’t love you Luke. Do not put words into my mouth. I love you more than anything and you are my whole world Luke but you can’t expect to just pack up and move to New Jersey with you on a fucking whim because you want me to. I have school to finish and a softball career that I spent years building to make a name for myself.”

“It’s not a whim Izzy, it’s my fucking career. You’re the love of my life and I want you to come to jersey and be with me during my rookie year. Is it really that much ask my girlfriend?” He snaps.

I let out a sigh and say, “You aren’t even listening to me Luke.”

“I am listening to you. You’re just being unreasonable.”

“I am not being unreasonable. This isn’t just about you. I had to rebuild myself when I got to michigan coming off what was supposed to be career ending surgery, I cannot physically or mentally go through that again Luke. I left everything I ever knew in Massachusetts for this and I don’t have a family to fall back on if shit hits the fan.”

He looks hurt when I say that. I feel kinda bad about saying it but it’s to emphasize my point. He says back to me with hurt in his eyes, “That’s not fair. I didn’t ask for any of this and you know that Iz.”

He definitely missed my point. I sigh again and say, “I do know that Luke. I also know that I’ve been barely keeping my head above water for the past 3 months between classes, softball, and trying to be the girlfriend you deserve. I can’t just leave. I can’t and it’s frustrating that you aren’t listening to me.”

“Imagine how I must feel then listening to the first girl that I ever told I loved her and the only girl I have ever brought home to my parents that she doesn’t want to move with you for the biggest moment of your life.” He says. I can see it on his face how upset he is that I said that I’m not transferring and going with him.

“I never said that I didn’t want to move Luke. I said that I can’t. There’s a difference. My decision in not going has nothing to do with you and has everything to do with me. You aren’t the only person in this relationship Luke.” I seethe at him.

“Neither are you.” He yells at me.

That’s the first time he’s ever yelled at me in the year and a half we’ve been together. He then yells, “you say that I’m not the only person in this relationship but that’s exactly how your acting right now.”

“I am well aware that I’m not the only person in this relationship Luke. You’re acting like your career with the Devils is more important then my softball career. I love you Luke, I really do. I love you more then anything but I can’t go with you. I need to prioritize myself right now. I cannot and will not upend my whole life and career and move across the country for a boy. I won’t do it.”

“Oh so now I’m now just some boy?”

“That’s not what I mean and you know that.”

“Do I? Because you’re making it sound like your just wasting your time being with me. That you only want to be with me when it’s convenient for you. You’re the first girl I’ve ever loved and the only one I plan on loving and it’s like I mean nothing to you.”

“You mean everything to me, but what about me? You aren’t even considering my life in any of this. You honestly thought I would just pack up everything and move because you asked me to?”

“I didn’t think I needed to ask.”

“And that is my problem Luke. You didn’t think you needed to ask me to move across the fucking country or mention it until 4 days before you fucking left. There’s nothing that you can say that will change my mind, I’m not going with you to Jersey Luke.”

“Then go.”

“What?”

“You heard me. Leave. Get out of my house Isabella.” He spits at me. I can feel the tears welling in my eyes. I just nod quietly as the tears build while grabbing my bag. I walk towards the front door but not without saying loud enough for him to hear, “I’m sorry Luke. I love you.”

I leave the house and instantly burst into tears. I get into my car and try to calm myself down enough to drive home. I calm down to the point that I can make the short drive to my house before I start crying. I don’t even bother trying to wipe my tears before going inside. I walk in and then upstairs and just lock myself in my room and continue to cry in peace.

After a while, there’s a knock on my door, “Bella, are you ok?”

That would be my best friend Lauren. I don’t say anything in hopes she walks away but she doesn’t. I hear her sit on the other side of my door and then she says, “I don’t know what’s wrong but I’m here for you girl.”

I just say nothing and stay locked in my room. A little while later I hear movement on the other side of my door. There’s another a voice that I recognize as Dylan Duke’s says, “Bella? Are you ok? Can we talk?”

I don’t say anything in hopes he gets the hint but he doesn’t and says again, “Bella, I’m just here to talk I promise. I’m sorry about Luke, he’s an ass. I just wanna make sure your ok.”

I roll my eyes aggressively and stand. I open my door to face him knowing that I look like an absolute mess. I snap at him (way harsher than I should’ve because he’s just tryna be a good and he’s not responsible for Luke’s actions), “Well, Dylan, I’m not ok. The guy I had every intention on being with for the rest of my life tried guilt tripping me into moving across the country for him 4 days before he was leaving and when I told him no, he flipped out and kicked me out on the first date night we’ve had in 6 weeks. On top of the fact that I have to pitch tomorrow against the team that gives me the most anxiety 4 days before my boyfriend leaves for good. So no I’m not ok and I’m not gonna be ok. I don’t wanna see you right now Dylan and I certainly don’t wanna talk to him. If he’s done, then so am I. Go home.”

I close the door on him and Lauren and I don’t come out for the rest of the night. I don’t get any sleep last night which sucks because I have a big game today. It doesn’t help that I hate pitching against Minnesota and that I get so anxious that I throw up when it’s my turn to pitch against them. Once the sun is up and the house is awake, I let them know that I’m going to the field early and then just go.

I get there at like 9 and dressed in the warmup gear for that and just chill out by myself for a while until it was time for everyone to come in. They come as it approaches the time for warmups and everything like that.

We go through warmups and soon enough it’s time for the game. I take a deep breath before getting on the mound for the game. Surprisingly, I’m throwing fairly well. I have 4 strikeouts and no hits or walks through the first 3 innings.

After the top of the 3rd, stupid me looks up in the stands and I am met with the sophomores of the hockey team. Luke gives me a soft smile, Ethan waves at me, mark and mackie have smiles on their faces because they love watching me play, and Dylan gives me a sympathetic look. All of a sudden, I want to throw up now.

I get into the dugout and empty the little contents of my stomach into the trash barrel. Lauren comes over and rubs my back while I puke. Once I finish, she hands me a towel to wipe my mouth and a water. She asks, “You ok?”

“He’s here.”

“Who’s here?”

“Luke.” I say and throw up again. I throw up until I hear Audrey say to me, “Hey girl. You’re on deck. You ok?”

“I’m fine. Just the minnesota anxiety.” I say and wipe my mouth again. I slug some water and grab my helmet. I get up to bat and I’m a hot mess. I’m swinging at awful pitches and my head just isn’t in it. I strikeout on 3 pitches to end the inning so I run back and grab my glove to pitch the 4th inning.

I somehow pitched fine for the first two batters and struck them both out but after that, my pitching performance quickly went downhill. I walked the next batter and then hit the girl after that. So now there’s two runners on. I get the next batter down to 2 strikes and then just leave it down the middle. She hits a ground ball up the middle and I roll my ankle hearing a crack as I go to try and field it.

I instantly fall and clutch my ankle in so much pain. Once the play is called dead, the trainer and coach come running out. The trainer asks, “What’s wrong?” I take a deep breath and say, “I rolled my ankle over trying to field the ball. I heard a crack in my ankle.”

“Ok. Is it your push foot or your landing foot?”

“Push."

“Ok. I’m gonna try to move it ok?” He says and moves my foot.

I wince a little bit but do my best to hide the pain. It hurts a lot but I refuse to be taken out so I’m gonna try to tough it out. He then says, “Ok. Let’s get you up and see how it feels standing.”

I stand and it hurts like a bitch but I’m playing. I say, “I think I’ll be fine. Can I try to throw?”

“Of course.”

I get on the mound to throw. I throw a strike but it’s definitely like 10 miles slower but whatever. I’m just tryna make it through the inning. I say to the coaches and trainers, “I’m good.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m good enough to finish the inning. Promise.” They nod and the game continues. I strike out the next batter to end the inning and coach takes me out to make sure my foot is ok. We win 3-1 and that’s the series.

I grab my stuff and start to head to my car to go home when I see Luke standing by my car. I roll my eyes but don’t say anything trying to act like I don’t see him. He says, “Hey.”

I don’t say anything which prompts him to say again, “Izzy, please. Just hear me out.”

“No.”

“Baby, please.”

“No Luke. You yelled at me and then kicked me out when I told you that I wouldn’t pack up my whole life and future to move for you. I’m not in the mood for this today so please just leave me alone.”

“Are you at least ok? How’s your foot?”

“I’m fine. Go home Luke.”

“I love you Izzy.”

“Yea. I know.” I say getting in my car and leaving. I wanted to jump right into his arms but he hurt me too much to do that. I’m gonna forgive him or let him apologize so quickly. I love him with my whole heart but I am hurt too much right now. He hurt me too much to just forgive so easily.

(I can write a part 2 of the makeup and fluff if y'all want.)

#hockey #nhl hockey #new jersey devils #luke hughes #luke hughes imagine

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lil-tachyon · 8 months

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Noticed that you take socialist banners as inspiration on your art and that made me curious about your political views, Are you a socialist or Marxist? Os just kinda left leaning?

I really enjoy your blog btw

I’m glad you’re into what I do! I appreciate the very direct question so I’ll try to give a very direct answer.

I would consider myself an anarcho-communist. At least, that’s the kind of society I’d like to live in. I genuinely believe the abolition of private property, states, and hierarchies is a real (if very difficult) possibility and is in the best interest of the vast majority of people. That said, I’m an anticapitalist and a socialist first and I’m broadly (if critically) supportive of most movements that have had any success fending off capital. I’m not so naïve that I ignore the real historical failures of anarchism to create alternatives to capitalism on the scale of the USSR,PRC, Cuba, etc.

My politics are still evolving and I only really became radicalized in the last couple years. But anarchism still makes the most sense to me.

That’s what I’ll say for now. I try to be transparent about the things I believe but also I’m literally a guy who draws robots on the internet. Nobody who follows this blog needs me to lecture them on politics lol. If anybody reading this wants more detail about my views you can send me an ask but depending on the question I may not answer it publicly. An email ([email protected]) may be better.

To keep this somewhat relevant to what I normally post about, here’s the New Jersey ancom flag I drew a little while back:

And some articles about socialist experiments in the Garden State:

-“The Anarchists Who Took the Commuter Train” about the Stelton Colony in what is now Piscataway.

-“Uncle Sam’s House: Anarchy in Piscataway” same topic but more focused specifically on the Goldman House (no, not that Goldman although I believe she visited the colony at some point), one of the last-standing and most distinctive structures from the Stelton Colony. Plus I’ll take any opportunity to plug Weird NJ.

-“Jersey Roots: Looking for Utopia in Colt’s Neck” on the Fourierest North American Phalanx Community.

-“All About the Utopia That Was Once in Perth Amboy, NJ” about the Raritan Bay Union, founded by dissatisfied former members of the North American Phalanx.

Also if anybody has the original newspaper article that talks about Peter Kropotkin visiting Jersey City, please send it my way. I’ve seen it referenced in a few places but I can’t track it down.

Peace,

Logan

#send me an ask!#anarchism #socialism #new jersey #socialist art

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gallavichfanficlibrary · 10 months

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any recs for fics with unique formats/elements (non-linear narrative, second pov, epistolary, etc) and fics with flowery language / good prose ? hope this makes sense lol

thanks for the work you do on the blog, i hope you have a great day!

Hi, this is a very interesting ask! We love unusual elements in stories and tried to put together some very different examples. Hope you have a great day too and happy reading 💕📖

what the night does to the day - Ian and Mickey have been best friends since childhood. Sometimes things just fit together perfectly.

Thicker Than Forget - Ian is a poet. Mickey is his recently-corporal muse. They eat an absurd amount of stupidly named ice cream, try to find beauty in things, and fall hopelessly in love.

Suncatcher - He grins. “Maybe, but you still wanna find out if it’s true.”

Unsent - Five emails that sit in drafts for over a year. One reply.

and all the moments in between - When people look back at the past, they're only seeing the standout moments, never the whole fucking picture.

a lot like love - Ian wants more than what Mickey is offering. Mickey doesn’t believe he deserves to be loved.

Minutes - A moment of life post S5, canon divergent.

There is no me (without you) - An exploration of Ian and Mickey's respective insecurities and past trauma as we follow them through a tough couple of weeks as newlyweds.

the sun, chasing the moon - Ian waits for Mickey.

The Art of Maintaining Moral Ambiguity - AU in which Mickey was raised in a shitty New Jersey beach town and Ian just wanted to see the ocean.

Postcards From Mexico - Everyone likes getting postcards.

Chapter 8: Hey Mick - A letter from Ian to Mickey in juvie (set between seasons 1 and 2).

The Buzz Under His Skin - Ian's manic thoughts, set in early S4 after he runs away.

#second pov #non-linear narrative #lists

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the-badger-mole · 3 months

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OMG you talked about Haley and Andy in your last post and I feel so vindicated now. I thought I must be the only one who had a problem with that one silly romance from that million season comedy show not being canon, so now I'm just happy there are others like me out there lol. Do you have any HCs for them?

It wasn't just a silly little romance. They were mutually supportive! Andy encouraged Haley to go after her dreams. He saw that she was smart and driven, and he didn't make fun of her that her ambitions were fashion centered! She inspired him to aim higher, too! Even if it meant pursuing his dreams in a different state. They were the best couple on the show (which is probably why the writers couldn't let them be endgame. Can't have a couple that actually functions as a team🙄).

So, I've been kicking around an idea for a fix it fic for Haley. She's having trouble finding her footing at NERP. After the skin patch incident, she isn't sure if it's the right job for her, but since she doesn't have anything else lined up, she's hanging in there until she figures out her next steps. She's dating Dylan again- but she does not get pregnant. He's making not-so-subtle subtle comments about how since he's starting his nursing career and making decent money, it might be time to think about settling down. Haley is dodging the hints, frustrated at herself because Dylan is nice. He loves her. He supports her pursuing her career, even though he's also down for her following Claire's footsteps to become a SAHM. She's also freaking out because she's pushing 30 (she's about to turn 25, but it is still Haley). Why not think about getting married?

But whenever she thinks about marrying Dylan, she breaks out in hives. She thinks it's some lingering effect from the NERP patch, but her dermatologist can't figure out why it's happening. After a particularly rough day at work, she needs someone to talk to. Her mom is the obvious choice, but she's out of town for work, so she goes to her grandparents house instead, thinking maybe a dip in the pool will help. Jay is out with Joe, Mitch and Manny for a father/son trip, and Gloria is home when Haley swings by. They talk and Dylan comes up. Haley ends up telling Gloria about his increasingly frequent hints, and that she and Dylan have been dancing around this for a decade, and they keep coming back to each other so maybe it's time to just take the plunge. Then Gloria asks if Haley and Dylan are really drawn to each other, or if it's just that their relationship is comfortable- like the ratty old college football jersey Jay refuses to get rid of. A nice reminder of the past, but something that needs to stay in the back of the closet and never see the light of day again.

It's a lot to think about. So Haley goes home only to find that her father has a guest. Andy's back in town, and looking to start his own real estate firm.

A lot happens after that. Andy going after starting his own business inspires Haley to revisit her old ventures, and she restarts her blog. Then she launches her own lifestyle website. She gets fired from NERP for opening a competing site, but she doesn't give up on it. Andy sees her working hard and is thrilled for her. They even start co-working in the Dunphy's kitchen as they try to get their respective businesses off the ground.

Dylan stops asking her to move their relationship forward, but Haley doesn't notice until he asks her to speak one night. He's taking a position as a traveling nurse, and he's going to be living out of a trailer he and his friends are fixing up. He tells her he thinks they're holding each other back. He came to the same conclusion as Gloria, only his analogy is an old lumpy mattress he'd slept on since he was a kid until recently. It disintegrated and he had to buy a new one. He thought he'd never find another mattress as comfortable, but the very first one he tried, he fell asleep immediately for a solid three hours until the salesman woke him up and told him the store was closing. He realized that his old mattress wasn't actually comfortable, it was just all he knew. And he thinks that his relationship with Haley is that mattress- not that she's an old lumpy mattress. She's still hot, just not the girl for him. So he wants to give them both a chance to find their mattress.

Haley's website takes off. It becomes part fashion, part travel, part lifestyle hub. She spins it off onto YouTube and TikTok (she's an early adopter). Alex helps her make sure that her body products are at least safe, if not effective, so no more skin patch incidents. Soon she's getting sponsorship deals and collab offers. As she gets even more popular, she's hired as a celebrity stylist. Her first big gig is styling Zendaya for a red carpet event. She makes plans to move to LA. She tells Andy about all of it, and he is rooting her on at least as hard as her family. At the end of the story, when Haley is preparing her move to Hollywood, Andy gives her some exciting news. With Phil's help, he's sold his first property in Santa Monica, and he has enough listings lined up to start a little boutique business, backed by Phil's company. They joke about being neighbors, then roommates. Then they finally realize that the feelings between them never actually died. The story ends on them getting back together with STRONG And they lived happily ever after vibes.

#modern family #haley x andy #haley dunphy #yes they do eventually get married #the sequel to this fic would be the dunphy-pritchetts getting ready for haley and andy's big hollywood fairytale wedding #and no #there is no one shaming haley for wanting a big wedding or for documenting it for her website #andy is just as hyped for the horse drawn carriage #and phil wants to do a magic show during the ceremony or reception #the conflict would be external #some reality starlet is upset that haley is getting married the same day as her and more people are interested in haley's wedding #or something like that #anyway this is my canon #this is how haley's story ended

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Answering the questions!

Thank you Admin! ♪⁠ ⁠\⁠(⁠^⁠ω⁠^⁠\⁠ ⁠)

I like a heathly combination of fluff and plot though I don't mind either on their own. I prefer cinematic stories with more parts!

Slow burn is definitely a favorite of mine! I like all genres but I do have a preference for fantasy storylines.

I absolutely avoid the fan made y/n-esque audio rp with already existing characters i.e Midoriya, Todoroki, Bakugou, no hate to the ones who like or make those, props to the voice impressions. I find it amazing they could imitate the voices but they just aren't for me though. Original characters are much more my thing.

Otherwise I'm fine with regards to everything else!

So far I only like GBA, Redacted and Sundew. I prefer soft, gentle mid-ranged to deeper voices. I like deep voices but I don't think I'd like a voice as deep as the mariana trench lol. Higher pitched voices also aren't my thing and if it's too whispery then it won't do it for me as well.

I'm pretty picky ain't I? Apologies if this is inconvenient, I have no one to ask for recommendations and I'm particularly new to the community (⁠*⁠´⁠ω⁠｀⁠*⁠)

Warmest regards, much love, numerous thanks and salutations,

Oh, I have some recommendations for you! My opinions are a bit biased here (I have a very strong preference for plot-heavy audios over fluff) but it looks like a lot of my favorites suit your tastes. I dislike fanfiction stuff too, especially MHA stuff and I also prefer gentle voice ranges that aren't too high or too low.

I'll give you a few recommendations.

#1: Escaped Audios! He's the very best VA at making you feel like you are living in a movie. All of his stories are heartfelt and exciting, most have slow-burn romances. Most of his characters have a gentle, mid-range voice that isn't too high or too deep (though he as a couple deeper voiced characters). I like his style of acting because he sounds very sincere and "real" when he talks. My two favorite playlists from him are Matador Gothic (his dramatic vampire slayer adventure) and The New Jersey Rats (a mafia-themed Romantic comedy).

I've followed him since Matador Gothic came out a little over a year ago but he's only recently started to gain hype after being super under-rated for a long time. If you like GBA's style of story telling you'll probably like him too. The only downside you might experience is that his stories usually don't leave a lot of room for fluff, so there are no cuddle audios or sleep aids etc on his channel. That said he's my current favorite, is incredibly creative and original, and he's amazing at supercharging my brain with serotonin.

#2: Obsidian Lantern. He has some of the most immersive sound production of any VA I've ever seen. Some of his earlier stuff is a little weird and clumsy but once he catches his footing he's great. His voice is very gentle and comforting to me, and he'll even speak a little Spanish sometimes.

His Gator Boys series is great and actually ties in with the lore of a few other VA's universes! I also really like his Merfolk series. He also plays around with common tropes while putting his own unique spin on them and I really like that too. He also makes all of his own art, and he not only draws thumbnails but actually makes illustrations of the scenes in his audios which is super cool. Overall really great, I think you'd like him.

#3. ZSaku VA. His playlists start out a little slow but over time his style evolved to be more cinematic. I really like his Vampire series (the Xanthus playlist) and his two interconnected crime series (The Elias and Issac playlists). They're good from the outset and just get better. Lately he's been making higher-stakes stories with more collabs and I love that. He's also collabed with a bunch of the other people I mentioned, which I love to see.

He has a nice balance between fluff and story-telling, and lots of his plots/characters connect to one another. If you like Redacted Audio you'll probably like ZSaku. The only downside is that he takes a long time in between episodes of each series, and works on multiple series at the same time, so if you really get into one playlist you might end up feeling a bit impatient.

#4: YuuriVoice. He's got a rotating cast of characters and he's one of my long-time comfort channels. He has ongoing plots throughout all of his series, but his stuff is mostly character-based. It's worth listening to everything and getting attached to his characters, as their development gets better and more complex over time.

He can do a pretty broad range of voices too, and they all feel unique and fresh. He has done some MHA/fanfic type audios before in the past but over time he transitioned to focusing on his own original characters and I love all of them.

#5: Shining Armor ASMR. I like him more as a comfort/fun/fluff channel. A great channel for listening to little bite sized audios with fun character concepts and lower stakes. I also like his voice and his accent, and it's fun seeing him do different voices within his accent. Definitely more on the fluff side but I think you'd appreciate him!

That's about it! There are more channels I like but based on your tastes I think you would like those channels. Also, honorable mention to Desmond ASMR. I love him but he's been on hiatus for like a year now!

Feel free to leave your own recommendations/cosigns/etc in the comments and reblogs.

Love, Ringmaster.

#audio roleplay #boyfriend asmr #redacted audio #yuurivoice #desmond asmr #zsakuva #escaped audios #good boy audios #asmr roleplay #recommendations #Shining Armor ASMR #Obsidian Lantern #ZSaku VA

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This was not requested but it popped into my head while watching hockey. If you have any requests DM me or go to page and request. If enjoy please like and follow. Enjoy!

Warnings: none, rarely do I do this but time skip

This One Is For You

This is the first game of jacks that I was able to go to since we started dating. I've always been so busy with work and family I haven't been able to go to any of them.

So when I was able to come to one of his biggest games of course I was excited to go see him play. I was driving all the way from New York City to New Jersey. Not horribly long of a drive but its a friday night. There's going to be traffic driving from New York City to Jersey.

I got a room at a hotel in the area of the arena around five o'clock. The game started at 7:30. I brought bag with me with a change clothes for tomorrow, pajama for tonight, perfume, and a brush.

It was now 5:30 and I was bored. I messaged Jack to see if he wanted to meet up before the game.

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me:

Hey just got into town. Just wanted to know if you want to meet up before the game?

him:

Wait really?! Your here?! Since when?!

me:

Since thirty minutes ago lol. I wanted to surprise you so I got a room for the night not to far from the arena and a ticket. Nice surprise? :)

him:

Of course it's a good surprise! I am so excited you can come see me play tonight.

me:

So you still want to meet up...?

him:

Yeah of course. I have to go to the arena soon but I can never say no to you! Drive by to my place, just sent the address.

me:

Be there in twenty-four minutes according to google maps lol

him:

Can't wait :)

me:

Same here :)

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With that being said I grabbed the hotel key and put it in my purse then leaving my room and into the hotel parking lot to my car. I got to my car and unlocked it and got in. Put my purse on the seat beside me and put on the GPS.

Twenty-five minutes later I arrive at his adress. GPS lied to me. I got out of my car and walked up to the door and knocked. The door immediately swung open.

"Y/n!" He exclaimed as he pulled me into a hug. I hugged him back. Gosh I missed him. He missed me just as much.

"I missed you." I said to him while pulling away from the hug and looking at him.

"Me too." He replied as he put a smile on his face.

He moved out of the door way so that I could walk inside. I walk inside. It was a nice little place surprisingly.

"I'm so glad you came." He said while looking at me.

"I thought you might say that." I said with a bit of a giggle.

I knew he had to go soon but I just wanted to see him for a bit.

"You excited for the game tonight?" I was looking around his place a bit while he was getting ready to go.

"Of course I am! A, your going to be there. B, big rivalry with the rangers." I could hear his voice from all sorts of spots of the place because he had been walking around.

"Gonna score a goal for me tonight?" I asked him as he came back to where I was. I was in the kitchen.

"Of course I will! Just for you I will. Just wait and see." He said while placing a soft kiss on my lips.

Time had been six o'clock. He had to go now. I was sad. But we said our goodbyes and we where both on our ways.

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Skip time till nine o'clock. Last period tied 4-4 with 1:10 on the game clock. They had to pull it off. Just watching them play was so stressful.

"Come on Jack...Score on for me..." I mumbled to myself.

Game clock at thirty seconds now. We really needed that goal just about...Now!

Next thing you know I hear the buzzer go off. He did it! He scored! He did it with just ten seconds remaining. We won!

I saw him look up where I was sitting and we looked at each other. And I knew that one was just for me.

#jack hughes #jack hughes x reader #nhl hockey #nj devils #nhl fanfiction

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Spring 1775

This is from a scene in a fiction piece I’m writing called “To Prevent Consequence.” Anyways this scene occurs in 1775, basically Jennie/ New York State is being more or less threatened by Arthur due to the rebellious activities her relatives like Elise/ New Jersey and Will/ Albany, NY, and neighbors like Henry/ Massachusetts and his cousin, Alfred.

Now at this point in time Jennie DID NOT want to partake in what was becoming the revolution (they were not quite here yet). She was still perceived as too Dutch (and Sephardi) by her peers as she used to be a Dutch colony so she didn’t really receive all that much respect from them other than her business expertise. Jennie didn’t want to rock the boat too much and risk her businesses, and she saw these rebellious activities especially from Henry & Alfred as just another inter-English conflict.

The 13 colonies were becoming difficult to govern following the French & Indian War (North American theatre of the Seven Years War) because this was the first time Arthur would’ve actually had a chance to properly govern them hence why the operated under salutary neglect. It’s not that he didn’t care to govern them, but other than his first colony Rich/Virginia, he never got a chance to spend much time with any of them because he was either in his own civil war or he was in non-stop European wars (which also dragged his 13 colonies in as well). He also began to show up because Rich had forced his hand into the French & Indian war and he realized it was time to like get these colonies under control. Initially, he tried to be like maybe a stern uncle, or teacher when he first got a chance to properly meet all of them. However he had let them all essentially do their own thing for so long that they all had separate cultures and ideas*, and he knew he had to start ruling them with heavier hand hence why he started taxing them more, and made some attempts at state religion. Simply put, the colonies were not fond of this, especially the New Englanders like Henry/Massachusetts & Alfred who saw this as another attempt to suppress their “rights to be new Englanders.”

ANYWAYS her younger sister, Elise & cousin, Will on the other hand saw the brewing conflict as a chance to assert their Dutch-ness. A lot of American ideas about plurality of religion and ethnicity can be traced back to the plurality seen in the New Netherland colony (which was mostly New York & New Jersey- Pennsylvania also had these ideas but that’s cause of the Quakers lol). Meanwhile, her long-time neighbor, and frenemy Henry/Massachusetts & Alfred were starting shit with Arthur mostly cause they just didn’t want to be ruled so heavily by him. Henry & Jennie have a complicated relationship, but one thing you can count on is that Jennie annoys / enrages the ever the fuck out of Henry for just being there; and she gleefully antagonizes him enough that sometimes he just stops. Arthur generally likes Jennie, but he still wasn’t the biggest fan that she was still rather Dutch despite being a colony of his for a little over 100 years at this point.

Arthur was hoping by threatening Jennie with like y’know harming her relatives that Jennie could placate both her relatives and Henry and Alfred somehow. And this worked for a time at making Jennie even more hesitant to partake in the Revolution. Jennie does also have a good poker face normally, but like lol her boss is threatening her in this scene so.

I’ll save this for another post, but Jennie does of course eventually participate and she goes hard for these assholes. She starts off as an “outsider” amongst these English colonies and quickly becomes a vital player and honestly a trusted confidant of Alfred’s.

Little tidbits

- Alfred IS NOT Arthur’s son in this AU. Actually they don’t develop a meaningful relationship until much later on. I do see their relationship that of like an uncle/teacher nephew/student. But this post isn’t about him lol. I will say that, I see his early character growth being really developed by his interactions with states and cities and indigenous nations rather than with European nations

- I heavily rely folkways a lot to inform my Nor’Easter verse lore because I really enjoy US history, but I personally don’t like:

1) shoving everything into one character (Alfred) hence why I make use of states and cities (they’re not all related to him nor are they all necessarily friends with him).

2) I like US history, and I really love the social and regional discourses within it. So having states and cities represent perhaps “outsider” groups (ex not WASPs) allows me to do that whilst also explaining the history of that state / city in relation to US history.

- *SO these colonies DID DEVELOP DIFFERENTLY. I’m using the regions put forth by Albion’s Seed to inform the more “English” areas of the nation- so basically the “root” culture of these regions are

17th century East England = New England

17th century English/Scottish borderlands = Appalachia

17th century southwestern English gentry = tidewater south

Quakers are deadass their own thing + 17th Century English Midlands

Everything is regional in my understanding of the world. Modern English national culture was being created and also being enforced in the colonies, and these colonies had developed from different regional English cultures and wanted to continue their traditions within those so to a certain extent the American Revolution was sort of an English civil war and these colonies wanted to assert their right to be English (or whatever else) in their own way.

I look at other cultures, but this is all a case by case thing, my main focus is New York, which is uniquely Dutch.

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i recently got into baseball (right in time for the new season) and i wanted to ask if you have any links available for reading that you consider relevant about the sport?

ahhhh hi welcome!!

I feel like i'm not really the right person to ask this since roughly 90% of my baseball knowledge was absorbed passively by watching a truly unreasonable number of games in very few days while having a Hard Time™️ with grad school. I learned the basics back in 2014 while I should've been preparing for my final school exams (do you sense a pattern here?) and then, upon my return to baseball in 2022, I implemented a policy very early on that I would not look up rules and lore because I did not have time to commit to the obsession that would invariably follow because and wanted to be normal about the sport (lol. lmao even.). but even now, I mostly only look up specific details on wikipedia or baseball-reference.com when I absolutely have to, and otherwise let the broadcast educate me. this is supposed to be fun and not my job, after all

however, after all of that, I do have a few things I recommend:

this primer by @baiyunli which does a great job of breaking down some of the basics and how to have fun even when you have no idea what's going on (key to me, clearly!!!)

this post by @juergenklopp which sums up some of our brainrot and has a whole lot of helpful links, including a list of other people posting about baseball on here

if you're into the Phillies (highly recommend), Matt Gelb's articles for the Athletic are generally worth reading (firefox+reader view lets you bypass the paywall)

iconic Phillies articles of the current era: the faux-front jersey research + this insane piece about the 2022 playoff celebrations + Nick Castellanos is Turning Johan Rojas into a Dirty Little Slut

if you're looking for some big-picture nonfiction about baseball, I highly recommend The Empire Strikes Out, here's a link to the audiobook (thank you Fir). if you want the extensive pitch for this book, it is at the bottom of their post I also linked above!

hope you have fun here!! <3 (and that whichever team you pick doesn't break your heart too soon)

#asks #anonymous #baseball

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The Bet Pt. 8

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A/N: This is even longer lol. Oh my goodness, I feel like we're gearing towards the end. Can't wait to meet you there soon!

Word Count: 4,065

Ratings/Warnings: M Rated Themes.

Kenny was ecstatic. A deal that started almost simultaneously with the inception of AEW has finally come to fruition.

Phil 'CM Punk' Brooks was signed to All Elite Wrestling.

He hadn't seen Tony, Cody, Nick, and Matt so excited about something in a long time. They were able to sign Phil in his hometown of Chicago, no less.

Yet, through the champagne, expensive dinner, and celebratory outing; all he could think about was Taylour.

About how excited he was to share the news with her.

About how happy he was to see her.

About how good he was going to fuck her.

So when Kenny walked into their hotel suite, half drunk and horny, he was stunned to find nothing but his belongings and a letter on the center of their bed.

Kenny sank into the bed and quickly unraveled the letter written on hotel paper. The aroma of fresh ink wafted through the air.

Dear Kenny…

She told him everything.

That their time in Florida together was precious.

That she loved him.

That she went on a date with Maxwell and liked the way he made her feel.

And that made her confused.

So she decided to go home.

A wave of emotions came over Kenny as he read the letter.

She had never admitted that she loved him, even though they were both very much aware.

Kenny was hurt. He didn't even want to know if she felt the same way about Maxwell.

But, he was also angry.

Taylour left him without saying goodbye. She just fucking left

A week passed by.

Then a month.

Then two.

When Kenny attempted to get any information from Brandi, he could see the look in her eyes.

"Just let her be."

The guys had their hands full with the upcoming Pay-Per-View, expecting their biggest audience to date.

Business was booming. Having Phil on the roster gave them the pop they needed. The whole roster felt electric, hungry to give their best every week.

All the while, Kenny was drowning in his feelings.

He had tried everything to get ahold of her. He called, texted, and e-mailed her. He even tried talking to her friends and family on the roster to see if they had heard from her.

All nothing.

Kenny was angry towards Taylour, but it didn't keep him from wondering if she was doing okay.

And if she was thinking about him, too.

----

On the way to the airport after leaving Kenny, Taylour called her sister and told her everything.

Brandi was furious. And scolded her in the way only older sisters can.

Taylour knew she deserved it, but it still stung.

She then wrote a detailed letter to Ms. Sandra and that it would probably be a while until they see each other again.

And finally, she booked a flight back home where she ignored most people's calls and texts for the next following weeks.

She wasn't used to feeling this way. Kenny was the most amazing man she ever met and she threw it all away.

Guilt consumed her the first few days of being homebound. But as the days wore on, she found herself becoming numb.

Taylour tried to fill up her time with things to do such as throw herself into her creative endeavors or try new workouts.

But it didn't help much. She still felt like shit.

A few weeks went by and Taylour went out for brunch with her best friend, Marina. She was the only person besides her sister and Ms. Sandra she had spoken to since she left Kenny that night. The two met when Marina's family moved from Jersey to Michigan when they were in the first grade. Matching braces, college, a joint New York City move, and countless boyfriends later, they've been each other's most consistent relationship outside of the family in each other's lives. It was always easy to talk to each other about anything, and that's exactly what they did.

"So...you were sleeping with someone who is technically your boss for sport and then he takes you home and admits he's in love with you all the while some wealthy Long Island prick is using his henchmen and money to seduce you?"

Marina was never known for being gentle.

"It sounds crazy when you say it like that..."

"Honey, no. Don't feel bad. I just want to make sure you're doing alright. So are you?"

"I'm fine."

"Was the sex good?"

"Marina!"

"What!? I told you everything when I had a hoe summer that one year, remember?"

Taylour laughed. It was nice to have a conversation with someone who wasn't in the wrestling industry.

"The sex was amazing."

"So then why did you leave?"

"Because he said he loves me."

"So you ran straight into that juicehead's arms," Marina deadpanned.

"No, he literally rolled up on me."

"Well, do you like the juicehead?"

"I'm not sure. Before the date it was a no, but…"

"But you like him enough to, ya know..."

"I know," Taylour groaned.

Marina rubbed her best friend's back, consoling her.

"You've got two guys after you. It's kind of sexy," Marina joked.

"Shut up," Taylour laughed.

"Okay, okay. For real though. You've got to make a decision, Taylour. You can't mope around like this forever."

Taylour knew her friend was right.

She had to find a way to move forward.

The pair continued to catch up as they ate brunch and drank Bellinis. With their belly and hearts full, the best friends gave each other a squeezing tight hug before walking their separate ways.

As Taylour was about to cross an intersection, she noticed a modelesque woman around her sister's age with tanned skin and dark brown hair smile and wave to get her attention. It was a crisp November morning as the woman donned a grey cashmere sweater and black slacks. Taylour stops as the woman walks closer to her.

She extended her hand and Taylour couldn't help but notice the Rolex.

"Hi! I'm Regine Parker from NerdBrain."

Taylour shook her hand.

"It's so nice to meet you. I've been emailing you about our Chief Brand Officer position, I think you would be a great fit."

Taylour smiled. "I'm flattered by the opportunity but I'm already with another company."

"Yes, with All Elite Wrestling," Regine affirmed.

"I know we're an entertainment media company, but we have seen the work you have done alongside your sister behind the scenes. It's been influential beyond the professional wrestling industry. We would love for you to at least talk to us."

Taylour blinked, surprised by the woman's statement.

Regine laughed, realizing the situation.

"I didn't mean to accost you on the street, this was just my luck. How about you take my card and we can schedule to discuss this over dinner? My treat,"

And just like that, the woman grabbed her business card from her designer bag and handed it over to Taylour. She began to walk away, waving goodbye.

Taylour looked down at the card, "Regine Parker. Chief Marketing Officer. NerdBrain"

She looked up at the sky.

Maybe Ms. Sandra was onto something.

---

Another surprise found Taylour when she walked up to the stoop of her own home.

Maxwell Jacob Friedman was standing at her doorstep with a bouquet of lilies.

His signature.

Despite not being in contact, Max has kept up with the maintenance of the dressing room bouquet. Every week, a fresh bouquet was delivered to her door with a note that smelled of his cologne.

"I'm glad to see you're still alive," Maxwell teased as she approached.

Taylour rolled her eyes but smirked.

"Yeah, I'm alive," she affirmed.

Maxwell looked at her and took her all in. She looked beautiful as ever, but she also looked tired. He wasn't sure if it was the New York winter getting to her or the fact she had ignored him for the past two months.

"Are you free tonight? I want to take you somewhere," Max offered.

"Where?"

"My favorite spot in New York."

"I don't know, Max. I'm pretty tired. I just got back from brunch."

"Come on, I promise you'll love it. I'll bring you home immediately afterward. Just a quick stop."

Taylour contemplated.

"You've been dodging my calls and texts for weeks. Two hours of your time, three hours tops if there's traffic."

Taylour bit her lip, taking him in. He was more fit than the last time she saw him. Leaner. More muscular, which she didn't know was possible. He looked as if he just went to the barber earlier in the day. He was dressed in a hunter-green Loden coat with dark jeans and a white button-up.

He must have a kink for ambushing her.

"Okay, just let me freshen up and put these in some water," she said as she reached for her keys and unlocked the front door.

Max followed her inside.

The townhouse was cozy. The living room had a fireplace and a sectional with a large television in the corner. Taylour quickly went upstairs, presumably to her room, as Max looked around. He saw pictures of Taylour, her sister, and a man he assumed to be their father and grandmother on the mantle.

Max welcomed himself into her kitchen and replaced last week's lilies with the new ones on her dining room table.

Taylour reappeared from the second floor. She was dressed in a fitted black turtleneck and dark jeans that accentuated her curves.

"Max?" She inquired, finding him in the kitchen.

"You've got a nice place. It's very homey."

"Thank you," she replied, grabbing her grey wool overcoat.

"Come on," he said as he escorted her back out the door and into his car.

When the pair arrived at their destination, Taylour realized why Max was so persistent.

Max parked his Porsche in front of a large suburban home.

"Is this where you live?"

"My parents. My house is half an hour away," Max answered.

"So, you're taking me to meet your parents? Like, right now?"

"If you're not comfortable, I can take you back home."

Taylour took a moment and contemplated.

Max took her silence as hesitance and reached over to unbuckle her seatbelt. He made a point to graze against her skin, giving her goosebumps.

"Come on, I'm excited for them to meet you."

The couple made their way to the front door and were greeted by Max's parents.

"Mom and Dad, this is Taylour."

"It's a pleasure to meet you," Mrs. Friedman said as she extended her hand.

Taylour took it. "It's a pleasure to meet you, as well."

Mr. Friedman gave a nod in greeting, which she reciprocated.

"Are you staying for dinner?" Mrs. Friedman said as she led the group into the home.

"No, Mom, we're actually about to go see a movie."

"Oh, which one?"

"I wanted to take Taylour to see that new horror film."

"Horror? Really?"

"Well, you know. I wanted to take her to the theater so I could have an excuse to hold her hand," Max teased, earning a nudge in the ribs from his mother.

"Always the jokester, this one, isn't he?" The older woman made a sympathetic look towards Taylour which she reciprocated.

"How about you two go downstairs to the game room? Your sisters are down there and I'll bring down a snack before you guys go."

His mother reached up to kiss Max's forehead and smiled at Taylour before walking away. Max led Taylour down to their basement where a full game room was set up. There, his sisters were playing the switch.

"Hey guys," Max said as the girls looked up.

"Sup," said the eldest.

"Hey, Max," replied the youngest.

"Taylour, this is my older sister, Jessica. And this is my baby sister, Abigail."

"Hi!" The young girl chirped.

"Nice to meet you guys."

Jessica nodded, smiling at Taylour, but said nothing else. Abigail stood up from her seat and walked up to Taylour and shook her hand.

"I know a lot about you."

Taylour quirked her brow at her.

"You do?"

"Yeah, I've seen you in magazines."

Taylour's eyebrows shot up. She wasn't expecting a compliment.

"Thank you," she replied.

"Do you play Mario Kart?"

"Yes! I love Mario Kart."

Abigail turned to her older sister and demanded she play Taylour in Mario Kart. Jessica agreed and grabbed another controller so they could all play.

Max watched as Taylour and his sisters played for almost an hour until his mom came down with a tray of snacks and drinks.

"Okay, guys, I've got cookies and hot chocolate," she announced.

The group quickly made their way to the coffee table. Max handed Taylour a mug.

"Thanks," she replied as she took a sip.

"These are amazing, Mrs. Friedman," Taylour praised, finishing her second cookie.

"Thank you, sweetie. They're my mom’s recipe. I'll write it down for you so you can make them yourself."

"Mom, we're going to miss the movie if we don't leave soon."

"Oh! You guys better get going," Mrs. Friedman said.

The pair bid Max's family goodbye and made their way back to the car.

"Your family is so sweet."

"Yeah, they’re the best," Max said as he turned on the ignition.

Max drove Taylour back home, letting his Spotify playlist fill the silence.

"I didn't expect to see that side of you," Taylour said as he parked across the street from her house.

"What side?"

"Your good side."

Max rolled his eyes but smirked.

"Thanks," he replied dryly.

Taylour smiled, biting her lip. She felt a wave of nostalgia hit her.

"Thank you for taking me. You have a great family."

"Anytime. They loved you."

"Did they?"

"Yeah, my mom is probably calling her friends about you as we speak."

Taylour giggled. She looked back over to him, the moon accentuating his eyes.

"I was hoping you would let me in for a nightcap."

Taylour smiled, "How bold of you to assume."

"Is that a no?"

"That's not a no."

Taylour opened the passenger side door and stepped out into the cold night.

Max quickly got out of his car, following her across the street into her home. They took their shoes off at the door and Taylour sat Max down on her section and started her fireplace. She walked into her kitchen, grabbing a bottle of rosé and two wine glasses. She set it down on the coffee table and poured them each a glass.

"Thank you," he said as she handed him a glass.

They sipped their wine and made small talk.

"Why did you decide to show me your family?"

"Because they're a big part of my life and I wanted you to see that."

"That you're more than a guy who records his dates?"

"That I'm more than just some horny scumbag, yes."

Taylour laughed. "Well, you've proven me wrong."

"Does that mean we can start over?"

Taylour's eyes searched his. He looked calm and vulnerable.

She took a sip of her wine, letting the question float in the air.

"Let me guess, you have a kink for the chase, too?"

Max smiled, a dimple appearing.

"I've just never had to work this hard for anything, not even women. But I don't think I would want this if I hadn't had to work for it."

There was something about Maxwell that made Taylour melt. Maybe it was the timber in his voice or the intensity of being the object of his desire.

Taylour didn't know what she wanted, but she knew that she wanted to feel alive again.

So she took another sip of her wine and sat her glass down on the coffee table. She moved over to the cushion next to Max, looking at him with intent.

He leaned forward, setting his glass down next to hers, and kissed her.

It was deep and passionate. Taylour could taste the rosé on his tongue. She moved closer, wrapping her arms around his neck. Max's hand reached for the side of her neck, caressing it. Taylour leaned into his touch. The smell of his cologne was intoxicating. Max moved his hand down, feeling over her breast before sliding his way underneath her turtleneck. With his free hand, his fingers traced the hem of her jeans.

"Bedroom?" Max inquired, his breath hot against her neck.

"Upstairs."

Taylour pulled away. He gave her a quick peck on the lips and stood up, following her lead.

When she opened the door to her bedroom, Max was already behind her. He placed kisses on her neck, his hands making their way underneath her turtleneck. Taylour took it off, letting it drop to the floor. His hands made their way back up to her bra and unclasped it, letting it fall off her. Max turned her around, cupping her breasts and kissing her hard on the mouth. She moaned against his lips as her hands unbuttoned his shirt.

When his shirt was unbuttoned, he dropped it to the floor, pulling away and giving her a smirk.

Max looked down and licked his lips. Her breasts were perfect.

Taylour's fingers unbuckled his belt and unfastened his jeans. Max stepped out of the jeans and did the same to Taylour. She was about to step out of her underwear when Max lifted her and laid her on the bed.

Taylour watched him pull her panties off.

Max kneeled and kissed his way up her legs. He massaged her thighs before spreading her apart, marveling at her unraveling for him. His fingertips caressed her soft skin. Taylour could feel herself begin to throb as his thumb found its way onto her clit. He pressed against it. Taylour whimpered as Maxwell brought his face closer to her sweetness.

His fingers plunged into her, his middle and index finger thrusting into her. He began to lick and suck on her clit, rolling circles around her.

Taylour's fingers were intertwined in Max's hair as he feasted. She arched her back, bucking her hips against his hand. Max moaned, the vibration from his mouth sending her into a frenzy.

He added a third finger, the stretch deliciously painful.

"Max," Taylour gasped.

She was close.

Max's pace quickened. His tongue sucked harder. Taylour felt herself beginning to clench around his fingers, her breathing becoming labored.

Max felt her release. Her walls pulsated against his fingers. She was dripping. He lapped up her juices, licking and sucking on her until she came again.

Max looked up and took in the sight of her. Oh, how he waited for this view.

He stood up, pulling his boxers down. Taylour sat up and reached her hand out to him, beckoning him. He crawled his way over her, pressing his lips against hers. Their tongues intertwined together as Max positioned himself inside her. Taylour moaned as Max put all of himself in, stretching her with pleasure.

Max pulled away and looked down at her, his hands moving underneath her to support her back. He thrust his hips slowly, taking in the view.

"You're fucking beautiful," he whispered.

Taylour wrapped her arms around his neck, her hands finding his hair. She tugged.

Max began to thrust faster. Taylour pulled him in for a kiss, biting down on his lower lip. Max's hands grabbed her ass, thrusting harder.

"Harder," she moaned.

He obeyed, the sound of skin slapping against each other filling the room. Max leaned forward and took her nipple in his mouth, flicking his tongue around it. He positioned Taylour's ankles behind his ears, going deeper inside her. Taylour's moans increased with every thrust. Max leaned back, watching himself thrust inside her.

"I'm about to come, princess."

With a few more thrusts, Maxwell pulled out and came on Taylour's stomach.

Max leaned over and gave Taylour a deep kiss.

"Where do you keep your towels?" He asked before walking into her master bathroom and coming back with a warm towel. He rubbed his cum off her belly before dropping the towel in the laundry.

Taylour was still on her bed, panting when he returned.

Max pulled her sheets over her, getting underneath.

Taylour lay on his chest, their legs intertwined.

The pair relaxed in each other's arms when Taylour's doorbell rang.

She looked over at the time.

10:15 pm.

She stood up and quickly put a robe on, walking downstairs.

Max followed, curious to see who it was, staying at the top of her stairwell.

When she opened the door, it was Kenny.

Taylour and Kenny looked at each other, both surprised by the other. His eyes widened but he quickly cleared his throat, turning his gaze away from her.

“Kenny,” Taylour spoke.

He brought his gaze back, focusing on her eyes.

“Why?"

"I'm sorry."

Her voice was weak

“Why did you just leave?”

Kenny was dying to know the moment he read the letter.

She paused, trying to collect herself.

"Because...because I thought that would be what was best."

"What was best? What the hell, Tay? Did you think this would be best for me?"

Taylour became silent, her lips turned into a flat pressed line. Kenny swore he saw a pandora's box of emotion open in her eyes but she quickly pushed it down as her eyes turned into dark pools of ice.

"I just didn't know, Kenny. I was confused and...and I just didn't know. That's all."

"You should have stayed."

"Yeah? So you could break up with me?"

"I love you. You know that. "

Taylour looked down at her bare feet, not wanting to meet his gaze.

"What about Max, huh? He fucking hunted you with his henchmen then all of a sudden you’re fucking him?!"

"We didn’t fuck! I stopped it."

"You could have stopped it way before you got to his hotel room."

Taylour looked up at Kenny, his eyes filled with betrayal. She hated that a silly bet ended up this way.

"I'm so sorry, Kenny. I love you, too, but I can’t do this right now."

With that, Taylour stepped forward onto the stoop and kissed Kenny on the lips. He didn't fight her as she deepened it. She lowered down and kissed his cheek before backing away and closing her door.

---

After Taylour closed the door and walked into her living room, tears filled her eyes. Max, back in his underwear wrapped in one of her blankets from her bedroom, followed her into the living room.

He sat beside her, tentatively touching her thigh.

"Hey," he whispered, his hand moving up to caress her face, wiping her tears.

"I'm so sorry," she choked.

Maxwell pulled her in for a hug. He stroked her hair.

He let Taylour cry into his arms. All of the weeks of ignoring her feelings came bursting out at once. The guilt. The pain. The loneliness.

Taylour's tears dried and the couple stayed together, Max rubbing her back by the fire.

"Are you okay?" He asked.

"No."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

Taylour looked up at Max, feeling mixed emotions about the day they just spent together.

"I'm not ready to start over, Max," Taylour whispered.

Max's hands caressed her cheek, looking deep into her eyes.

"It's okay. I'll be here when you're ready."

Taylour looked up at him. Never in her wildest dreams, she thought she would find solace in Maxwell Jacob Friedman’s arms.

"Come on, let's get you to bed," Max said, helping her stand up.

The couple walked upstairs and Max tucked her into bed. He went downstairs and got Taylour a glass of water. He set it down on her bed stand before picking up his clothes from off the floor and began to dress.

Taylour sat up in bed.

"Where are you going?"

"I'm not staying here," Max said as he pulled up his jeans.

"Max," she called out.

He looked at her, his eyes vulnerable and sincere.

"Call me when you know who you want."

Taylour nodded as Max bent over, kissing her forehead.

"Goodnight, princess."

Taylour watched Maxwell walk out of her bedroom, closing the door behind him. She heard the sound of his footsteps walking out front of her door and the lights of her Porsche peeked through her window as he drove off.

Taylour sighed. She felt more confused tonight than ever. Maybe she needed to spend quality time with the person who matters most.

Herself.

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