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wineauntie · 4 months

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ALWAYS AN ANGEL (never a god) — the hughes brothers x hughes sister!reader

summary: In which, Hughes sister!reader often feels like the black sheep of her family and eventually it all becomes too much for her to keep hidden.

PART TWO HERE

note: This is my first ever imagine on tumblr and the only one I’ve written about the Hughes brothers so please literally any feedback is welcomed with open arms 🙏

warnings: reader is the youngest sister, female reader, use of Y/N, use of nicknames like; honey, Angel and sweetheart, awkward dinner confrontations, reader is often full of doubt with the crippling need to please those around her before herself in this. Reader is also a little jealous of her brothers from time to time.

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One of the most frequent things you've heard over the past few years was praise for your older brothers.

Typically it would go along the lines of; "Oh, Quinn made captain, you must be so proud!", "Jack and Luke are looking incredible lately, you must be so excited for them!", "Your brothers' are killing it right now, you're so lucky to be related to them!"

Most times you didn't feel very lucky.

That sounds rather harsh, upon reflection. The unmovable truth was that you loved your brothers more than life. They were pivotal parts of your making; indestructible forces ready to care for you and protect you through anything, big or small. They were willing to combat anything to ensure that your smile remained on your face at any given time. They were your older brothers and you couldn't even begin to imagine a world in which they didn't exist, in which they didn't tease, mock and love you.

But sometimes, you just wished people could find it within themselves to separate you from them when the time called for it. Another recurrent theme you've noticed over the last couple of years was that any achievement you made, whether it be academic or simply lying elsewhere, had a tendency to be accidentally overshadowed or overlooked by so many people in your life.

Your Mom and Dad tried their hardest to ensure you the importance of your hard work but sometimes, just sometimes, you had a horrible suspicion that perhaps their support was just out of pity. You were different from your family, everyone knew it and you embraced it. You were the only one out of the entire family to not play hockey beyond your childhood and despite being the youngest, you'd watched your older brothers, even Luke, who was only a year senior, falling even more deeply and madly in love with the sport. You, however, had stepped out onto the ice for the first time as a fresh-faced four-year-old and knew almost instantly that it wasn't the sport for you, but you'd never voiced that feeling until you were eleven.

You could remember that day so vividly, the day when you'd let it slip that you didn't want to play anymore. At the time it had been the most terrifying thing you'd ever thought of doing.

EIGHT YEARS AGO

It was dinner time in the Hughes household and all four kids had jolted at the sound of their parents calling them for dinner. Jack had led the pack in a stampede down the stairs, his fourteen-year-old legs bounding forward to win a race only he was participating in. Twelve-year-old Luke had followed suit, racing towards the dining table, not in competition, but in what he would describe as "starvation like that one ad on TV talked about". Quinn, at sixteen, had long decided he was far more responsible than his younger counterparts and walked down the stairs just a little behind the rowdy pair ahead.

You, at eleven, moved much slower than all of your brothers. You'd had a hockey match that morning in which you'd ended up crashing headfirst into the boards. It hadn't hurt, not with the helmet on your head, but it had been the last straw. Tonight was the night. The night you were going to finally tell your parents that hockey wasn't for you. That the sport was enjoyable but only if you were watching from the sidelines.

Your hands were trembling, your teeth biting down hard on your lip, so hard you thought it might burst any second. You couldn't find it within yourself to stop. It soothed the nerves that had begun to build. Your family loved hockey, they breathed it. You wouldn't be surprised if they all ran tactics and strategy in their dreams.

You walked into the dining room with your shoulders hunched and head bowed as you made your way towards your usual seat between Quinn and Luke. If your brothers had noticed your odd behaviour all day, they hadn't voiced it. You kind of wished they would just so it would get the ball rolling.

Dinner was laid out in front of you almost tauntingly. Tonight's dish was pasta, ever so conveniently shaped in the various shapes of a hockey stick, a helmet, and a skate. Your brothers grinned at the shape of the food, whilst your mom and dad laughed in amusement.

"I found them earlier down in the shop," Ellen Hughes beamed, as she looked amongst her children. "Thought they might make dinner interesting!"

"It does, Mom," Jack grinned in approval as he shovelled a forkful of it into his mouth. You had yet to even pick up your utensil, you just stared at your dish in silence.

"Y/N, honey, is your head hurting from earlier?"

Your mom's voice almost made your straight face slip. You lifted your gaze slightly letting it fall on your mother's worried yet comforting eyes. You opened your mouth slightly but words failed you. You resorted to just shaking your head before looking down.

"Why would her head be hurting?" Quinn questioned defensively, as he looked between you and Mom. You hunched your shoulders further into yourself as the attention on you was now a lasting event.

"She hit the boards earlier, head on," Jim Hughes supplied, swallowing his mouthful of food. He had had the day off and jumped to accompany her to the game. "Hard enough too, but the little soldier got right back up."

You hadn't.

You had laid there for a solid fifty-four seconds brimming with brewing hatred.

"You hit the boards?" Luke snorted, his teasing eyes on your small figure. This was regular joking for the family. They would all mess around and laugh about things that went wrong with anyone, it wasn't out of the ordinary, but tonight?

Oh, tonight this teasing was just piling onto your problem.

"Someone tried to take the puck," Your dad continued mindless of the storm generating inside of you. "It clicked almost immediately for her though and she passed the puck perfectly. All she did was just miscalculate the distance between her standing and the board's closeness, and even then she was fantastic."

Your dad's words should've been comforting. Usually, you would burn with bashfulness at the praise. Your brothers snickered at the image they created of you falling into the boards and before you knew it you could barely hear them. All you could hear was white noise whereas all you could see was vibrant and hot red when you looked down at your plate.

"Sweetheart, when's your next game?" Your mom's kind voice broke through the noise, as she picked up some more food with her fork.

"IWANNAQUITHOCKEY!" You suddenly burst out, causing your family to jump at the volume of your words. Your heart was beating frantically, your hands wringing on your lap. You looked guiltily towards your mom and dad with a nervous gulp.

"Wha' dif' fou 'ay?" Luke asked through a mouth full of pasta, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. For you, the heat in the room rose and engulfed you in fiery waves of nerves as you glanced between your brothers and your parents.

"I want to quit hockey..."

PRESENT DAY

You had remembered the silence that had followed. Your parents ahead exchanged a look as they set down their forks and asked you to explain why. Once you'd begun explaining, you'd burst into tears, all of the pent-up stress and years of pushing yourself to fall in love with the sport only to fail came spilling out.

Your parents had jumped into action at your tearful display and granted the boys permission to finish their dinner in front of the TV in the living room. Once they'd left, your parents had sat down on the empty chairs beside you and immediately began to try to calm you with soothing arm and hair strokes and whispers of "c'mon, steady breaths now, you're okay".

You had continued to sob as you explained all of your feelings over the years. You had even admitted in your bleary state that you were scared your parents wouldn't like you anymore because you didn't like hockey. You had remembered the heartbroken look they'd both given you as they doubtlessly reassured you that no matter what you chose to do at any stage in life, they would forever love you. Your mom had cradled you in her arms, whilst your dad had continued to run his hand through your hair as you tried to calm yourself down.

And so, you stopped playing hockey while your brothers only flourished and fell deeper into the depths of adoration for it.

As the years passed your love and knack for academics— notably English and history, encompassed your life and filled you with everything you've ever craved. You threw yourself into your studies, your spare time spent reading books from the library or curled up watching too many David Attenborough nature documentaries for your family's liking.

You thrived in high school managing to maintain a 4.0 GPA. You worked various jobs over the years, from stacking shelves in the local library to making and serving coffee in a cafe near your home. Your mom had once teased that if you hadn't worked and kept out of the house you would've studied yourself to death.

By the time you were a senior, Luke, Jack and Quinn had all been drafted to the NHL and you couldn't have been prouder. You had attended all of their drafts, excitement rolling off of you as you clutched your brothers in such tight hugs they thought they might never breathe quite right again. You were overjoyed that they were able to translate their passion for hockey into the skills needed to succeed and to watch their happiness thrive only made it all the better.

Everything ran so smoothly...that is until people couldn't disassociate you from your brothers. You were thrown into the deep end once all three of your brothers had been picked in the draft. You had been the victim of fake friendships, relationships, and people, in general, trying to be close to you in order to be any inch closer to the famed Hughes boys. Towards the end of high school, their looming presence in almost every conversation agitated you.

It was as if they were the sun, blazing and vital to so many aspects of life. Whereas, you, on the other hand, felt like Pluto in their solar system, small, insignificant and not even important enough to remain a planet.

Nevertheless, you had what you loved within your grasp, it didn't matter what you were in regards to their standings, your talents lay elsewhere and there was no denying it.

You had graduated as Valedictorian with your parents watching proudly in the stands. Quinn had also been there, a pleasant surprise on your half considering he had played a game late the night before. Yet he'd flown home for you, to watch you walk the stage and you had almost giggled in glee. As Luke and Jack on the flip side, had a game the day of your graduation and couldn't miss it. You had reassured them that it was alright (no matter how disappointed and upset it actually made you feel).

After the ceremony, with your diploma in hand, you'd walked towards the stands, your eyes scanning for your parents and brother amongst the buzzing crowds. Conversations swirled with laughter and yelps as students reunited with their families and friends.

"You know that girl–the valedictorian? She's the one whose brothers play for the NHL,"

Your ears had instantaneously perked at the mention, and a heavy, unsettling pit began to form as unease churned in your stomach. You had faltered in your tracks at the words, your ears straining to listen for any other snippets of the conversation.

"Oh, the valedictorian! I thought I saw Quinn Hughes up in the stands, I thought it was my imagination."

Disappointment and what could only be embarrassment had crashed over her as you listened to the conversation continue. They hadn't been able to even remember your name despite it being mentioned more than a few times on the stage, yet of course, they knew your brother, who was one of hundreds in the crowd.

A sudden bout of envy had gripped your heart as you tried to blink away welling tears. This had been your day. Your day. You hadn't worked so hard to be forgotten so easily.

"Angel!" your delighted, yet teary-eyed mom had pushed through the crowd to engulf you in a massive hug. "My baby is all grown up!" You had plastered a smile on your face as you wrapped your arms around her to hold her close.

Your dad was next to be hugged, his big hand had ruffled your hair as he bore a wonky smile and cracked voice whilst telling you how proud he was.

And finally, Quinn had squeezed you to death, his tight grip holding you as he practically spun you around, your feet brushing the floor. You had let a laugh break your moping, as you clutched at your eldest brother's shoulders.

"Your speech was incredible," he mumbled from above you, as your head rested against his shoulder. "I had Luke and Jack on FaceTime the entire time."

You felt your cheeks grow warm as you tried to hide your sheepish smile. As you swivelled your head, however, you had spotted not one but three separate people with phones pointed towards you and your brother. Your smile had instantly dropped and you wiggled in his grip until he'd let go, his eyebrows furrowed as you tried to change the topic of conversation.

And just like that the excitement of the day had dimmed.

You loved your brothers but they would always be gods in everyone's eyes. But you'd only ever amount to an Angel— touched by divinity, loved by so many but never quite good enough and absolutely never equal to the power of gods.

The day of your graduation had only been evidence of such. You'd never be able to escape the shadows of your brothers no matter how hard you worked, no matter how much you yearned to.

That summer, you fell into a slump of sorts. Your usual cheery smiles and bright eyes had been dulled. You weren't outwardly rude or dismissive but you talked less, participated in family activities less, finding excuses left, right and centre to avoid socialising. Your stack of books that usually were reread every summer lay untouched, covered in a very thin layer of dust. Your family had noticed your change as soon as the slump had started.

They just thought it would go away within a week or so.

Mom had spoken to you too many times to count asking if you were alright and if she could help with anything, you'd simply waved your hand and denied that anything was wrong.

Your brothers had tried too.

Luke had tried to get you to play video games with him, play pool, go to the mall with him, yet you conveniently always had other plans to attend to. Jack had tried to get you to come to the country club and play golf with him, or at least sit in a golf cart reading so that he could talk away with you whilst he played and yet, you refused, claiming you weren't feeling well.

Avoiding Quinn had been the most difficult task. As the eldest and you the youngest, he always felt more protective over you than over your wild other brothers. With five years between each other, Quinn was the one you naturally leaned towards during any inconvenience. He'd been the first you'd called when you'd accidentally gotten drunk off of alcohol-spiked juice at seventeen and had panicked when you couldn't find your friends. He'd stayed on call until your mom had arrived and you were safely tucked inside her car. He'd been the one you'd run to when you were little and had nightmares, and he'd let you bury yourself in his bed covers beside him, with mumbled words of comfort as you shook. He'd been the one who'd refused to leave your side when you'd been bedbound with a bad case of the flu when you were nine, reading stories to you and keeping you company in the solitude of sickness.

He'd been the one you'd tried your hardest to not spend time around because you knew that if he went digging into your out-of-character behaviour, you would break and spill everything in seconds.

Since hockey was in the off-season, you'd seen your brothers more often than not. They'd spent the last month in the same house as you and your parents, it was getting harder and harder for you to continually bypass all of their offers to hang out.

A sudden knock on your bedroom door caused your head to snap towards the door where Luke had sheepishly stuck his head in through the door's gap. You shuffled in your spot underneath the blanket you'd surrounded yourself in as you had curled up on your bed, despite the warmth of the outside air.

"Mom said dinner is on the table," he yawned, before pushing your door open for you to follow and disappearing from the door. You stretched out your limbs, placing your book on your bedside table as you unfurled. Your tired eyes blinked slowly whilst you forced your body to trek downstairs.

Everyone's eyes seemed to follow you as you silently entered the room, not that you noticed as you slunk towards your seat and slumped down into the wooden chair with your head down. You stared blankly at the plate before you looked towards your mom and forced a small smile.

"It looks good, Mom, thanks," you nodded towards your mom before looking back at your plate. Your fingers twirled the fork around as you began to eat slowly. Noticing the growth of an uncomfortable silence, you raised your eyes, only to meet your entire family's gaze. "...what?"

"Y/N, angel, we need to talk," your mom began soothingly, glancing towards your dad almost nervously. Your eyebrows furrowed as you placed your fork down, your hands dropping to your lap.

"About...what exactly?"

"Y/N, what's going on with you?" Your dad suddenly asked, causing your mom to carefully nudge him. "You've been distant, and locking yourself up in your room for the summer."

"I haven't been distant," you denied, pushing yourself further back into the comfort of your seat. You could feel your brothers' eyes piercing you from where they sat.

"That's a lie," Jack scoffed as he swallowed a forkful of food. You shot him a blazing look, your eyes narrowed and as sharp as knives.

"You're not yourself, Y/N," Quinn added cautiously, his eyes flitting around your face to try to gauge your emotions. "You've been making excuses all summer not to spend time with any of us. We miss you, Y/N and...we want to help you, you just gotta let us know what's wrong."

You looked down at your hands as you bit down on your lip to suppress the trembling that threatened to wrack through your body. Luke glanced down at his plate before he leaned forward towards you.

"Y/N, we can help you now, we have the time, hockey doesn't start—"

Don't," your voice seemed unfamiliar to even yourself as iciness weaved its way into your words. "Not now."

"What do you mean?" Luke retorted as he scrunched his eyebrows in bewilderment. "All I said was—"

"Everything has to revolve around hockey." You hadn't meant for the dam to burst and release the waves of frustration and upset but there was no stopping the course it was now paving. "It always has been and always probably will. Every dinner conversation starts the same, every text, every call and I understand why...But life isn't all about hockey."

"I don't..." Luke shook his head and looked towards his brothers for support. His softened and baffled voice filled your heart with a tinge of guilt, but your heart wasn't in control of your words, your mind's bitterness was the one with the reins. "I don't get why that's a problem..?"

"Because you don't realise how out of place it puts me." Your eyes burned with the vicious sting of unshed tears as you began to fall and stumble into a panicked ramble. "And I know I've never said anything about it, but do you know how much of a black sheep I feel like? I mean I chose to give up hockey, I chose to focus my mind elsewhere, so it really has nothing to do with you guys; but when it's constant hockey talk?... I have nothing to say. I have nothing to add, and I feel boxed in...I feel wrong, as if I was some faulty add-on you got landed with."

"You are not faulty, Y/N!" Your mom cut in sharply, her eyes now tinged with sadness.

"Two hundred and three," You bypassed your mom's saddened gaze as you focused on your brothers.

“What?" Jack shrivelled his nose as you spoke.

"Two hundred and three games, ceremonies, and hockey-related events I have attended in order to support you." You explain, whilst your eyes darted from brother to brother. "To support all of you and those are only the ones I can remember."

"Y/N, angel…”

Your dad's calming attempt to soothe you permeated your ramble and only filled you with an indescribable rage.

Always "angel".

Always a goddamn angel.

"Six." You continued, your fists clenched so tightly that the bite of your fingernails embedded deep into your palms. "Six times in my life, you three have managed to make it to an event of mine or ceremony. It goes down to two if you only include events, where all three of you were in attendance."

"The truth is no matter how much I convince myself I'm not an outsider, no matter how much I succeed in life and have every glory at my fingertips, it'll never be enough. No matter the circumstances, people will always find a way to undermine my success to boast about yours. How unfair is that?”

The tears, now unstoppable, rolled down your heated cheeks, leaving a wet trail as your family watched and listened to your cracking voice.

"Every big milestone in my life people twisted it to frame you guys in the foreground. All I wanted was to be great– be so great that, for once, people could separate me from a crowd without it being about my brothers. For years, I got the highest grades, worked locally, tutored, volunteered, and yet my only legacy will be that I have three older brothers whom, to everyone else, I will never measure up to."

"So, after years of trying to ignore the truth and deny it, I realised that there's no possible way I'll ever amount to the Hughes name, I'll never be great and I'll never be able to be like you. And it's...it's a terrifying thought to know you were intended for greatness but destined to fail."

Your tears blurred your vision as a heavy stillness settled over the Hughes family dinner table. Another second passed before regret crashed into your very being and settled amongst the chaos. Your hand flew to your mouth once you'd finished talking, the complete reality of what had happened hitting you full force as your body shook in adrenaline.

"I...I'm," Your horrified eyes scanned the table before you jumped to your feet. "I'm sorry...I'm really...the food was really good, Mom, but I'm, uh...not really hungry anymore." And before anyone could protest you scrambled out of the room, leaving your family to watch you flee.

Anyway, let me know what you think…also part 2 might be coming 🙏

#luke hughes x reader #quinn hughes x reader #quinn hughes imagine #jack hughes fluff #hughes!sister #Hughes brothers x reader #nhl x reader #x reader #hughes brothers x y/n #boygenius is iconic and I love them #jack hughes x reader #wineauntie #reader is just a girl fr

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high-voltage-rat · 2 years

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I think Kaidan Alenko is like. Just A Guy. Sure he's a certified badass with some of the highest natural biotic potential known to man, and the second human spectre, and responsible for training spec ops agents... but he's also just some guy. Likes beer and bacon. Would watch the hockey game with you, know the names of all the players, and comment on how this game would impact the rest of the season for them. The rest of the mass effect squadmates are all a bit unhinged, but I feel like Kaidan's just a well-adjusted dude who ends up kinda being the black sheep of the gang because of it and that's just hilarious to me. I love him.

#mass effect #ali plays mass effect #kaidan alenko #the virgin kaidan haters: he's so boring! I always kill him because all he does is whine about his headaches!#the chad kaidan enjoyers: he's a normal dude and that's the funniest shit. I want to eat steak with him.

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slashingdisneypasta · 5 months

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Horror House!AU Thought

Thinking about Jerry persuing Y/N, who's totally naïve and oblivious (Luckily he thinks that's just very very cute) and Chucky and Freddy just being sort of... around, every time? Like they're reading the newspaper or watching TV or getting a snack. And they see everything, Jerry flirting heavily with Y/N and Y/N completely not noticing, and telling her after Jerry's gone that Y/N- Y/N, that was a flirt. That was it!

They just get increasingly frustrated (Chucky: Why do you think he had to show you how the mixer works from b e h i n d!? Fucking- ) and then just done (Freddy: No no no. Let her figure it out herself. Give her a moment... // Y/N: ... WAIT- // Freddy: There you go).

Bonus points if every other person in the house has a moment doing the same thing XD Seeing Y/N get shamelessly flirted with and having it fly right over her head and being dumbfounded.

Carrie, bright red and staring at Y/N all sputtery: Wh- Wh- Y/N!- He-

Freddy: Hey, you got it!!

Chucky: Wh- jesus christ Y/N! CARRIE got it!

Jason: ... *Faceplams* *Deep sighs* *Just pats you on the shoulder*

Freddy: Oh Hockey puck!, I think that's the first thing we've ever agreed on!

Jason: =_=

Chucky: Ehhhh don't get ahead of yourself there, buddy.

Y/N: ... ???

Patrick: Jesus christ Y/N, everyone knows when a guy gets behind you to show you something its just an excuse to imagine fucking you.

Chucky: -SEE!!? WHAT'D I SAY?

Leprechaun: Well well well~ If that blood sucker doesn't have sheep's eyes for you, you can call me a dunce and take me hat!

Y/N: ... what???

Freddy: Yeah. What??

Chucky: *sigh*

Chucky: He means he's got a thing for you.

Y/N: No! !

Freddy: Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Then yeah.

Tiffany: Y/N, honey... you really cant tell?

Y/N: I-

Chucky: No. They cant. And I'm losing what's left of my mind, Tiff.

Tiffany: Oh sweet baby... *gathers you up in a cuddle* Its okay, we'll figure it out together. Do you like him??

Chucky: Oh that's great, that's just great. Comfort them, yeah, great. OI! HELLO? I AM THE ONE WHO NEEDS COMFORTING HERE RIGHT NOW.

Bubba: *Slowly tilting his head to the side at you, wondering... why don't you get it??*

Freddy: Toldya Bubs'd get it. Pay up.

Chucky: Fucken hell.

#Horror House!AU #Horror House! AU #Chucky #Charles Lee Ray #Freddy Krueger #Jerry Dandridge x Reader #Concept #Bubba Sawyer #Tiffany Valentine #Leprechaun #Patrick Bateman #Jason Voorhees #Jerry Dandridge

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morgy-doo · 3 days

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SBG x Bullied! Gyaru! Fem! reader

school bus graveyard, Ashlyn banner, aAden clark, Ben clark, Taylor and Tyler hernandez, Logan fields. Angst, fluffy end

TW: Bullying

Gyaru: A carefree and rebellious spirit

Y/N twisted a pencil between her fingers as she contemplated how she had gotten to this point. she didn't want to be shovelled in the corner stuck doing school work while others get free reign of the arcade. but she knew if she even moved the slightest than Barron would be pissed.

you see, Y/N was always seen as a black sheep, among her family, and mostly among her school peers. but she wanted somewhere she could fit in, so when she started her new school, she searched for exactly that. she quickly found it with Barron's rambunctious gang. they smoked, they skipped, they did things that Y/N considered cool as shit. that's where she wanted to be, they were her type of people, loose cannons per say.

so when Y/N approached Barron as asked to hang out, Barron greeted them with a smile but said there were some favours she would have to do first. she has been doing said favours for the last week, which was just doing their school work while watching them hang out. Barron considered it as hanging out as Y/N was in the arcade with them, but was not participating in any of the games.

this was not at all what she wanted. Barron stood up fully from his crouched position at the air hockey table, stretching his arms. "anyone wanna go out for a smoke?" murmmers of agreement responded and everyone slouched towards the fire escape. Y/N started gathering the books and paper to join when Barron looked over his shoulder and said "Oh Y/N, can ya stay in here and keep at the work, your doing great, and i really don't wanna like mess up your mojo, i really need this pass." Y/N huffed and slouched back down in her seat. "ah thanks, your a great friend." he shut the fire escape door behind him.

as Y/N sat and contemplated, she felt a bubbling pool of irritation flood her mind. so far she had not done any hanging out at all, and she has not been treated like a friend whatsoever. rising from the table, she grabbed Barron's books and slammed open the fire escape door, having an epithany.

she threw the books on the floor so they landed at Barron's feet in a scattered pile. he looked up with an annoyed look. "look Barron, you are a cool guy, atleast from what i have seen anyways. but i don't wanna do this anymore, i wouldn't mind helping you out with a paper the odd week or so but this is just dumb. you said if i do this then i could hang out with you guys but i have just been crammed in the corner the last week. so I'm done."

Barron glared, his greasy hair hanging in his eyes. he grabbed Y/N forcefully by the upper arm and roughly pulled her ear close to his mouth. "look, just because your at a new school, doesn't mean you can act like king of the fucking hill...your just some weird loser.. and when you came up to me so willingly then obviously i was gonna take the chance. your never gonna fit in here. but i suppose your used to getting used by the looks of you. fucking pathetic."

Y/N squirmed out of his grip and stepped back, she felt the familiar burn of tears and raised a hand to her eye, trying to disguise it as itching it. but of course knowing her luck Barron noticed. "Ahah! now that's just sad. aw you gonna cry because you have no real friends?"

thats when you heard the fire escape door behind you open, out came a ginger girl, a guy with green hair, a tall dude, a guy with glasses and a set of what Y/N would assume, twins.

"ugh, does this dick ever learn?" said the male twin. the group approached Barron slightly as the tall guy put a hand on your shoulder and smiled. he scribbled on a notebook for a second before showing you " hello im ben :)".

Barron had a slight look of fear cross his face, but it was gone as soon as it was there. he spat on the ground at the ginger girls feet and walked off, followed by his group. the female twin turned around and smiled apollogetically at Y/n. "you okay?" Y/N nods. "I'm Taylor, that's my brother Tyler, that's Aiden and Ashyln." she points in order of the twin, to the green haired boy and then the ginger. "and i can see your already aquainted with Ben."

"next time you should throw the books onto his feet, not the ground, that would hurt alot more." said Aiden, with that slightly eerie smile. the ginger girl lazily gestured to Y/N. "Airhockey, lets go."

it wasn't the exact group Y/N was looking for, but she was happy none the less. maybe that Aiden kid could be interesting...

sorry it seemed kinda cliche towards the end, but thank you for requesting.

#school bus graveyard #tyler hernandez #taylor hernandez #ashlyn banner #aiden clark #ben clark #logan fields #ashlyn SBG #ben SBG #aiden SBG #logan SBG #tyler SBG #taylor SBG #fluff #angst #Barron SBG

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ghosts-and-blue-sweaters · 3 months

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💕 📝 📖

Your two top fave fictional characters

I’m sure this is a surprise to literally no one, but Ghostbur :) He’s become so so special and important to me, like genuinely he’s one of the most relatable characters ever and I love him and his kindness and his whimsy and his love for sheep & the color blue and his high-pitched scratchy voice and the way he talks and the way he cares and the way he loves and and and <3

Second favorite might be ice!Wilbur, from a Dream SMP hockey AU fic!! The way the author took c!Wilbur and changed him into someone very, very different, while still making him likable was astounding to me. I absolutely love the guy, he’s a sweetheart <3 Also he made me realize something Fundamental about me as a person and I’ve been unable to stop thinking about it since.

Fave quote

I actually have a little book filled with Good Quotes :) Lemme look through it real quick.

At the moment, it just might be “I love him more than anything he could ever do wrong” from Andor. That quote really struck me the last time I watched the series; it’s so beautiful and piercing and just… overflowing with love. Unconditional love. It’s incredible.

Fave book

What Beauty There Is by Cory Anderson! It’s been a while since I’ve read it (which should change) but it’s one of those books that’s really… stuck with me. There’s a certain scene that still makes me horrified whenever I think of it, and other scenes that still make my brain go <333 It’s an incredibly unique book with a really good writing style, realistic characters, and a very haunting story. 10/10, would definitely recommend.

#ask #ask game answers #c!Wilbur means Wilbur from DSMP by the way! the c stands for character or canon #and ice! is just a way to differentiate the Wilbur from the AU with the Wilbur from the actual DSMP series

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astationwagononmars · 10 months

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Some small details from Lego Dreamzzz which I enjoy, because I am a nerd.

(Beware the read-more, it is somewhat long.)

1) Logan's Backpack

Logan has a soccerball, a basketball, and a baseball on his bag, along with what might be some hockey sticks on the side. Does he play all of these sports, or is he just a fan?

2) Mateo's Locker

I just think the stickers were a cute detail to add. Also, having the paint be chipped and fading is brilliant set design.

3) The School Sign

"WELCOME BAAA-CK TO SHEEP WEEK!"

4) Sheep Week Banner

We never saw this team onscreen, but now I kinda wish we had.

5) Makeshift Sports Equipment

Given that the goals they have set up appear to be made of wire mesh and wood, they were likely handmade instead of bought. Major props to whoever made this design choice; it really enhances the middle-school atmosphere!

6) Running for Cover

Logan pulling Cooper to safety while he's distracted by Izzie is so subtle, yet so sweet.

7) Lunia's Hourglass

When the Nightmare King attempts to use Lunia's hourglass, the sand(?) around it appears blue. I can't help but wonder if the color is significant.

8) An Inconsistency

When Logan first turns into his tiny form, the color is different depending on which platform you watch it on.

Yellow from YouTube,

And Blue from Netflix.

Aaaand... that's it. End of post.

#just rambling #lego dreamzzz #lego dreamzzz spoilers #paying too much attention to detail #sorry lol

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sparrowsarus · 3 months

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5 headcanons for either Rodney and his orc children or the band au!

Orclings: 1. They are, legally, Canadian citizens, post-declassification.

2. Breaca learns what hockey is and gets super into it. Not watching--boring!--but playing? She will play hockey till she collapses. Bren is...less enthused.

3. Rodney files his taxes as "widowed". He was married, by his lights, for two years, and he earned that.

4. Bren takes up mathematical knitting like a bee to a bonnet. Everyone has extremely complex toques and mitts and scarves, and he eventually gets into spinning his own yarn out of the wool Athosian-Ork sheep grow. Rodney is perplexed, but supportive!

5. You know, they're happy. Rodney misses his husband like a limb, and he doesn't...quite...fit, in Atlantis anymore; but in the city Atlantis will be? The blend of cultures and societies and people Atlantis is becoming? He'll fit there. Band AU

Atlantis + SG-1 find out by accident; a young marine asks to put on some music in the jumper, and "it's this old obscure band! they're really good!" and throws up a grainy youtube video from the 80s. Lorne, Jackson, and McKay freeze at the first bars. It's too late to deny it.

They all get teased for weeks. Literal weeks. Ronon is appalled at how skinny Rodney was. Also the glitter. The homemade, Eco-friendly glitter.

Elizabeth bullies them into playing something for Decompression Night and they have to figure out how they fit as a band again. And they bring in Teyla to sing too.

They end up buying the Zurich bar they started in, because they find out the building is being sold. They spend a lot of money making it just like they remember, and make sure the manager has the music nights and open mics and cheap beer of their memory. Profit? They don't need it. It's not about the money. 5. They play there sometimes, if Rodney and Evan are planetside--pretend they are barely twenty, that they have their whole lives ahead of them--and maybe they get a little drunk and laugh a little loud, but every single song is a love song to the kids they once were, and the men they narrowly didn't become.

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ahedderick · 5 months

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Rodeo

Ah, the county fair. We had had only normal summer heat up until this week, then the miserable heat wave came to visit.

Wednesday night was rodeo night at the county fair just north of us in Pennsylvania. The fairgrounds are laid out over a large area, with the livestock barns nicely separated from the commotion of the midway. The grandstand/arena is in between, and unfortunately some absolute nitwit set up the grandstand facing due west. For nearly every show or event, the audience is being broiled and blinded by the setting sun.

We entered the grandstand about 40 minutes before showtime, but virtually all the seats were either taken or had belongings strewn across them to 'save' them. It took us a while to find an open block where the kids and I could sit together, and the concrete benches were radiantly warm. We sat, and sweated, and squinted. There was a pre-show event for kids which could have been fun to watch - but there was a knot of people standing just exactly between us and the livestock chute. Very Small Kids were trying to ride ill-tempered sheep, which had the potential to be truly amusing - but we only caught glimpses. Every time the people standing in the aisle would move on and find seats, new people would materialize. Out of nearly a hundred yards of grandstand, the only space where people were continually standing was - by us.

People-watching ended up being the default activity. There were so many people. The website claims that there is seating for 10,000 people there, and I'd believe it. One very young woman strutted by in skin-tight jeans, a b&w handkerchief halter top, a black stetson with rhinestones hanging down all around the edges, and enough makeup for three. She had the cheekbones and appallingly thin physique of a pro model, and a hard, beautiful, mean face. What, I wondered, is the story? Moments later another young woman passed in front of me with a very homely face, a modest shirt that looked brand-new and maybe like she was trying to dress up just a little, and a happy, peaceful face. The contrast was comically intense. Humanity. I know which one I would have wanted to go out to lunch with.

At 7:30 two things happened; the actual rodeo started up and the sun dropped behind the mountain. r-e-l-i-e-f! They had three 'sections' of bull-riding, barrel-racing, a trick rider, and a brief interval of 'bull hockey.'

The bull riders did not acquit themselves very well. Out of about twenty riders, only three managed to stay on the full 8 seconds to qualify. One clearly had the best ride, but the judges somehow gave him a mediocre score of 72. Barrel racing was a lot more engaging. Many of the horses were really, REALLY into it, and flung themselves around the cloverleaf pattern and back down the straight. One, a gorgeous black and white pinto, turned so sharply that it slid out completely in the sandy soil. Horse and rider were ok, but it gave everybody a 'rodeo moment' of gasping and then applause.

Note: This little essay has been sitting in my drafts since July. I don't know why I can't seem to wrap it up, but I cannot. It seems best to say that the rest of our evening at the fair was pleasant (and much cooler). It's bittersweet to go with young adults to activities that used to be exciting when they were young children. We enjoyed the massive livestock barns full of cattle and horses, goats sheep, and pigs. The kids no longer enjoy the rides, so we wandered around the midway just watching. Fried treats were consumed, and we got some joy out of the mechanical bull. Both of them had decent (and hilarious) rides on it. I wanted very much to try, but was afraid of the consequences for my hinky right shoulder. Eventually we said goodbye to the lights and the Fair (Faery?) Confusion and headed through the sticky summer night toward home.

#county fair #agriculture #farm #rodeo #bull riding #barrel racing

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nylwnder · 2 years

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steal your heart

a/n: day 2 of my birthday series and i needed to appreciate our cute lil greasy rat boy so enjoy!

pairing: michael bunting x fem!reader

warnings: fluffy!!!, high school crushes to lovers

word count: 1.1k

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series masterpost

“oh shit” you mumbled when you realized there was no more milk in your fridge. you quickly placed a very worn out oversized hoodie on top of your pyjamas before grabbing your phone and running out. you needed the milk to finish your favourite pasta’s creamy sauce that you were making for dinner.

“i could have sworn i had a bag left” you said to yourself as you were in the sobeys only a couple blocks down your condo. grabbing the milk from the large fridge you stopped in your tracks when you heard a voice.

“y/n? y/n l/n?” the voice said, it didn’t take long for your mind to replay all the times you’ve heard the sweet voice before. you smiled, before immediately turning around.

there he was, michael bunting. also known as the goofy boy who you had a major crush on in high school.

“bunts?” you asked, looking at his cheeky smile. “it’s me babe!” he said, nodding while walking up to you.

“you’re the last person i would have thought to see today. and definitely the last person i wanted to see with how shitty i look!” you whine as you cover your face in embarrassment.

“aw come on, you got cute pjs!!” he says laughing, looking at the tons of sheeps all around your fuzzy pants.

“you’re back? aren't you supposed to be in arizona?” you asked, knowing he was able to pursue his professional hockey career with the arizona coyotes.

“i decided to sign over here! you’ll be seeing a lot of me around town now!!” he said, fiddling with his shoes before he looked up to see your reaction. you smile at him, you always wanted to see him again. especially after senior year, but your careers separated the two of you.

“sounds like lots of fun!” you said nudging his arm, in which he giggled back. looking at him again, after a couple years, you figured you should take the opportunity to catch up. “do you- i don’t know, wanna get dinner one day?” you asked him, now it was your turn to fiddle instead with the bag of milk.

“you know what y/n/n,” bunts says, your heart fluttering at your nickname, which you didn’t think he’d remember. the special nickname he gave you that one night. “yeah?” you asked quietly, “i’d love that.” a familiar warm feeling filled your body, one you have not felt at all for years.

smiles were exchanged, before you told him you had to run back home to finish your dinner. “you left the stove on?” he asked, concerned as you nervously giggled. he gave you his number before he watched as you clumsily ran away. he then laughed as you dropped your phone in the process and at how you were too nervous to look back if anyone saw you.

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you’ve been talking with bunts for hours everyday, the two of you not taking any time to wait to catch up. though today, it was finally the day for your planned meet-up for dinner.

you wore a dress you’d designed back in highschool. you only ever showed that design to four people. your teacher, who gave you a 95% on it, your best friends shay and alex, and bunts.

he saw you one day, sitting in the hall skipping gym class to finish the drawing before the due date. he was skipping physics just because he was bored out of his mind cause of some sub-teacher. he sat down beside you, you didn’t really know what to do other than smile at his presence.

as much as he liked to joke around, he was never rude to anyone and especially not to you. that’s except for some of the bullies he’d encounter some days. that made you feel like you never had to be too nervous around him. he always came with a welcoming atmosphere, which is why you thought you fell for him so easily.

“that’s real good” he told you as you coloured in the flowers in your pattern. “thank you!” you said, “no no, i mean that’s really fucking good!!” you laughed at him. “thanks michael” you said, hoping your blush didn’t show as much.

“please, call me bunts, you know that.”

“okay, bunts.” he smiled at you, his mind sitting on the way your voice sounded when you said both his nickname and real name.

as you walked into the restaurant, you saw bunts waiting for you by the bar. you walked up to him as he turned around to face you. his eyes scanned your entire outfit, “you’re joking!!” he exclaimed.

you laughed at him, “do you remember?” you asked. “of course i do, it was the prettiest dress i’ve ever seen!!” he said, later asking if he could touch the thin lacy material that sculpted the dress.

“i remember how you coloured in the fabric, to show how soft and flowy it would look. and the flowers, did you make them yourself?” he asked as his fingers grazed the embroidered shapes.

“yeah, took me a long time but, yeah!” you said, smiling as he was genuinely intrigued by your work. you could feel your face getting all red but luckily the lights were sort of dim.

when the two of you sat down, you both began taking a trip down memory lane. “you were barely making eye contact with me at prom, that’s why i didn’t think you were going to ask me to dance!” you said, as you picked on your appetizers.

“i couldn’t look at you” he said, making sure he didn’t lose eye contact with you this time around. “why not?” you asked, “you looked too pretty.” he said, biting his lip just for a second before he saw you do the same.

“that kiss though,” you mentioned, bunts nodded “talk about straight out of the movies!” he joked. “did i really steal your heart? out of everybody in that school. out of everybody in your life. was it really me?” bunting asks, taking a sip from his drink.

“you stole my first kiss and my happiness too.” you said, spinning your drink around. “i always thought i’d never see you again, knowing you’d probably have a huge career somewhere with a really good team. my dream was to go to europe, hoping to start my fashion career there. my 17 year old self always thought that i’d just see you in another life.”

“well, i say, i definitely want you in this one.”

you both scoot closer to each other, feeling how his fingers interlace with yours. the two of you then sit there, hands folded together under the table, pretending as if you’re not both acting like highschool kids who are just a bit obsessed with each other.

you loved the nostalgic, fluttering feeling bunts always gave you, and you really wouldn’t trade it for the world.

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Jonny as a wandering soul, a traveler, who went from his hometown in Winnipeg off to college in North Dakota, did a stint in Mexico building houses and that was it, he was gone, the call of the wild world luring him in. He lives everywhere exactly a year, digging wells in Ethiopia, shearing sheep in Australia, working on a coffee plantation in Bali, teaching folks how to surf in Costa Rica, living in an ashram in India. Getting to know the people, the local customs, living his best life. Doing it all for a year, a full cycle, all the seasons and the celebrations, the ups and downs, and then he moves on.

He's just arrived in Chicago working in a pizza restaurant even though he's gluten-free, working dough all day, standing at the giant oven in full view of the patrons, white shirt clinging to his forearms, giant forehead glistening under his white paper cap as he rotates pies in and out of the oven.

Patrick, of course, is instantly smitten, getting elbowed by Sharpy and Shawzy more than once when he can't stop staring at this hunk of a man working the counter today, throwing on cheese with a flick of his wrists that has Pat sweating. Takes him all meal to gather up the courage to sidle up to Jonny at the end of the night while Shawzy and Sharpy watch from the door, Jonny wiping down the counter, Pat's own palms sweaty.

"How long, uh, have you been making pizzas?" God, Pat is the lamest human being on earth.

Jonny looks up, surprised, like he didn't expect Pat to actually gather his courage and speak to him. He musters Pat with dark eyes before his lips quirk up in a tiny smirk. "Two days."

"Two days?!" Pat is getting his leg pulled here. No way did Jonny only learn that two days ago.

Jonny looks smug, flattered by Pat's incredulousness, eyes twinkling like he's laughing at Patrick. "I just got here."

They hit it off. Pat shows Jonny around, to millennium park taking goofy selfies in the bean, takes him to a hockey game even though the Hawks suck but the tickets are cheap, eats more pizza than he has in decades. Jonny is fascinating, full of stories, full of thoughts on life, on spirituality and what it means to be alive, how to do good, speaks with such quiet intensity Pat can't help but hang on every word, his own measly life as an accountant suddenly feeling small and pale in comparison to Jonny's wild stories.

Jonny's pan, because you can't wander the world without opening your mind to all the beautiful people out there (his words, not Pat's), and when he kisses Pat, hand rough with callouses resting lightly on Pat's cheek, Pat's gone hook, line, and sinker.

They all but move in together, Sharpy teasing Pat relentlessly how everything's 'Jonny, Jonny, Jonny' these days, Pat's cheeks blushy when Sharpy smiles and claps him on the back. "You look happy, Peekaboo."

Jonny's hot and funny and so very good with his hands. Pat's in love.

And then Jonny tells him, casual, the two of them curled up on the bed of Jonny's pickup truck, blanket and Jonny's thick arm wrapped around him because Pat gets cold, apples from when they went picking them in the orchard earlier spilling out of the Ikea bags they used to collect them in (Jonny wants to make juice, Pat came for the free food), watching the stars because Jonny is a closet romantic like that, loudly musing where else he wants to go next. Pat's suddenly cold in a way that has nothing to do with the outside temperature, heart heavy in his chest.

They have a year.

#1988 #neb writes #jonathan toews #patrick kane #hockey husbands #hockey baby

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sunnysheep · 2 months

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he hop!

penguins v oilers, march 10, 2024

#leon draisaitl #sheep watches hockey!#my art

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forabeatofadrum · 1 year

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Happy Wednesday March 22, Cosmo had an idea! Thank you @aroace-genderfluid-sheep and @artsyunderstudy for the tags. I have A Lot to say. A Lot. A Lot.

First off, I actually did some fic writing 🥳! It’s been a long while and it felt so good. It’s for my AU Please! fic and man it’s also been ages since I wrote for that fandom. It felt good.

“Zimms-”

He hears Kenny before he feels the hit. His body hits the glass and fans of the opposite team roar. This isn’t new. Jack’s life has consisted of hockey ever since he was a baby. He knows how to take a check, but this one is different. He slides down the glass and he closes his eyes.

He needs to get up.

But instead, everything goes dark.

Now, here comes the long part. It’s about my thesis. I’m gonna put it all under the cut, together with the weather, cause again, it is long.

So, I got my feedback on my theoretical background and it’s... mixed. As in, I did too much, and not gonna lie, I was kind of expecting that. While I was writing it, I was constantly thinking to myself “I am being nuts”. I have over 50 sources for 3000 words. Basically, I am not surprised at all that my main feedback was to cut things, but I am still kind of saddened about it, because I loved writing it and I put a lot of effort in it. But also, on the same vein, I am not surprised. Hence the mixed feelings lol.

Now, a lot of stuff can be saved by rearranging my theoretical background. I, uh, got so lost in writing down the interesting things that I found that I completely forgot this is a theoretical background that is meant to introduce my own research, not a meta-analysis of sorts of the phenomenon. I kinda completely forgot to ask my research questions in my paper. As in, yes, I need to draw conclusions based on the theoretical background, which is what I have done now, but I also need to describe what I am going to do with it. But yeah, even when I rearrange my stuff, a lot will be cut so what am I going to do? I am going to give it to you, to preserve it, because again I am still really happy with it.

It’s a lot. Don’t worry if you do not want to read it.

The representation of queer women is limited and the existing representation is not always positive. Something that could be improved is the way the looks of queer women are shown. Ciasullo (2001) distinguishes three types of appearance: 1. the very feminine lipstick lesbian, 2. the ugly butch and 3. the everyday girl. These three types cause the appearance of queer women to be represented in a non-political way, so they lack depth. Instead, they fill a role in the mainstream. The lipstick lesbian was first received positively, because it removed the previous stereotype of the angry, militant, butch lesbian who secretly wants to be a man deep down (Dhaenens, 2013; Jackson & Gilbertson, 2009), but through lesbian chic it changed them into an object for men to watch. Indeed, queer women are still marketed as fan service for men (Annati & Ramsey, 2022; Diamond, 2005; Jackson & Gilbertson, 2009; Nölke, 2018). The butch is still portrayed as a threat to heterosexuality: she is scary, dominant and not sexy (Ciasullo, 2001). If a butch is portrayed in a more positive way, then being a butch is portrayed as a phase (Nölke, 2018). Finally, there is the everyday girl. This agrees with what Dow (2001) and McCarthy (2001) write about Ellen. The everyday girl conforms to the heterosexual order, which immediately portrays her as non-political, non-sexual and non-threatening (Hantzis & Lehr, 1994).

Ciasullo (2001) also emphasizes in her article that these three types of appearance create additional problems for women of colour. Women of colour are more likely to be seen as less attractive, because they do not easily conform to white beauty standards. That is not the only problem when it comes to racial diversity: there is also skewed representation. Research shows that most queer women are white and that queer women of colour are more affected by racist stereotypes (Annati & Ramsey, 2022). This also creates negative consequences for fans of colour, because fans adopt the racist ideas (Pande & Moitra, 2017). On the other hand, queer women of colour are also presented in a conforming way, namely conforming to white culture (Pande & Moitra, 2017; Yue, 2014). This makes it difficult for fans of colour to express their own culture (Stanfill, 2019), because not all cultures benefit greatly from the Western “I’m Coming Out” narrative (Weber & Weeks, 2022).

As indicated earlier, the term 'queer women' is used instead of 'lesbians'. This is because there are more sexual identities than homosexuality. Yet homosexuality is the most common (Bond, 2015; Sender, 2011). Bisexuals and pansexuals are depicted less because they threaten binary ideas about identity. This is why bisexuality is often portrayed as “one or the other” (Allen, 2022). Bisexual women are still portrayed as prone to cheating (Diamond, 2005). Asexuals are almost completely invisible, or they are not taken seriously by the media (Chen, 2020). Most of the characters are cisgender (Nölke, 2018) and trans women who appear in the media are often victims of (sexual) violence (Abbott, 2022).

There has been improvement in recent years, with TV series such as Pose, which stars trans women of colour (Joyrich, 2022), but several articles indicate that there is still much room for improvement and argue for intersectionality (Annati & Ramsey, 2022 ; DeCeuninck & Dhoest, 2016; Rodriguez, 2019; Yue, 2014).

Damn, this is Kill your darlings.

Look, I am not saying all of this will be completely gone. And this isn’t even the only part that needs to be “cut”. I just need to shorten it a lot. I will find a place somewhere for the core findings of this section, but alas, it is still a shame.

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bookloveravenue · 1 year

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Leighton U (book 1): Iced Out by C.E. Ricci

All's fair in hate and hockey.

My path to success never included an enemy as a teammate, especially one as infuriating as Quinton de Haas.

Clawing under my skin is his favorite pastime, only feeding the animosity between us as the years pass.

We’re as completely opposite as two people can be; the golden boy and the black sheep.

Constantly at odds or at each other’s throats.

The only thing we can agree on is hockey is our true love, and we’ll do whatever it takes to come out on top.

I never imagined that drive would lead me to do the unthinkable: falling into bed with my not-so-straight rival.

But athletes are a superstitious bunch, and when our hook-ups lead to victories, we tell ourselves we can’t stop.

Besides, it’s all for the sake of the team, right?

*Iced Out is the first in a five book standalone college sports romance series featuring two misunderstood rival teammates, pages of snarky banter, and more secret spicy times than any book should be filled with. Not suitable for anyone under 18 years of age.*

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/60469260-iced-out

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December 26, 2022

My Review: 5/5 Stars

Oakley and Quinton's rivalry on the ice is clear to any who watch them play against one another. Both can't help but get under the other's skin with their endless banter. Especially with Quinton the hot head always getting into fights and making a fighter out of Oakley the pacifist. What neither expect is to be put on the same team for college. But four years later, they are seniors and ready for their final year of college hockey. One more season to get that championship cup. But this year is different. Oak and Quinn are on the same line on the ice, they have to learn to work together. Too bad it is easier said than done. But when they both attend a party the night before a game and push one another over the edge, the results spark in something neither could have predicted. An epic hook up the night before leads to a W the next day. And when it comes to hockey players, they can't help but look at what was done differently, those superstitious bunch. What starts as a need to keep the good vibes going and the wins coming, lead to the two of them finally letting their guards down enough to get to know one another. And it's only a matter of time before things start changing. There is also a secret that threatens to take down all the good that has formed between the two. Loved this story! It was definitely a fun enemies to lover story that I couldn't put down. Oak and Quinn are such a great match with their constant banter, Definitely looking forward to more books in this series!

#book #books #i love books #my review #book review #leighton u #iced out #ce ricci

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i-love-you-all · 2 years

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I saw an ask meme and just wanted to write Breach/Sova stuff w/o using my brain too hard lol

1. Which one is the better cook

Breach. I’ve always imagined that as part of a crime family that he always had top of the line stuff, and fine dining/expensive foods were included. So I think he’s tried a lot of foods, and likes to cook and make things that he likes to eat. Plus you can only alone for so long before wishing you were better at cooking (and his agent takeover was him w food that looked like he was making).

And Sova, I see as not picky at all about food. As long as it’s cooked and won’t make him throw up I don’t think he’ll really care, so most of his food is pretty bad outside one or two dishes that his grandmother forced him to learn well. It’d be cute to write a one shot of Breach teaching Sova to cook one day.

2. What their love letters look like

Hah, non existent from Breach. Generally one to prefer saying them as opposed to writing them. He likes seeing Sova’s reaction and generally that means saying it to catch it live.

Sova might use some of his downtime on missions on love letters. Sitting by the window waiting on the sun to set so he can get to work, and he’s just dreaming of all the things he wants to say to Breach but can’t. I don’t think he shows them to Breach very often, maybe sometimes if he thinks it’ll get Breach to blush or get flustered. He might watch him with a smug smile while sliding the piece of paper onto his workbench to be read after he was done his work.

3. Which one outlives the other, and how they cope

Breach outlives Sova. If it happened during the Protocol’s lifespan, revenge would be high on that list. After that, when the emptiness sets in, he might finally start the mourning process. He would cope by changing himself though. Maybe taking up chess to feel close to Sova or maybe trying his best to fulfil Sova’s role in the protocol.

4.What they do on date night

Sex. Next- jkjk lmao

I think it depends on location/timing. While in the protocol together a hike around the island and a late night dinner together in one of their rooms is the most common way for them to spend time together.

5. How many kids they’ll have

I think it’ll take them a long time. Sova would want kids first, and Breach comes around on the idea after he does some soul searching. He needs to learn that he can be a good father and he can learn a role he was rarely shown. After that, I think just one. Through adoption as we’ll likely as I don’t think either of them would want the surrogacy option.

6. How they decorated their bedroom

With compromise lol. Sova cared more abt the wallpaper and paint and wall decorations whereas Breach focused on the furniture. Neither are overly picky but they have their things that bring comfort.

7 Which one is the worse driver

Sova. Have you seen Russian roads? (Then again I only see the viral stuff.) Still, Breach was shown to live in a garage w a car (?).

8. What they argue about

Their jobs. Sova gets annoyed by how lightly Breach takes things and how he talks back to Brimstone. Breach hates that Sova would give up his life for the job and his obedience towards Brimstone.

9. Which one swears more

They do equally. Breach is probably the one who swears in everyday speech and Sova swears only when something happens.

10. What TV shows they watch together, and which ones they hide from the other

Sova likes to watch nature documentaries, and Breach will watch along to spend time together. I could see both of them watching sports together too. Maybe football (soccer) or hockey. I do think Breach likes wrestling shows and MMA fights that Sova has no interest in.

11. What their first impression was of each other

They did not like each other. Sova thought Breach was a thug, here for money and not for the better of the world. Breach though Sova was just another sheep blindly following whoever was leading.

12. What they do for their anniversary

Quiet time together away from ppl. Strangers stare at Sova’s artificial eye and Breach’s arms. They aren’t allowed to be together at work. So a place, like a rented cabin in the woods would be ideal.

13. Which makes a bigger deal of birthdays

Breach bc I think he has more money in general and has more to spend on events like that. Plus I think Breach didn’t get enough love on his bdays as a child so he thinks of them as more important. Sova would normally not make a big deal for himself but really tried for Breach, and while the level isn’t the same, Breach appreciates the effort.

14. What nicknames they call each other

Breach has more for Sova. Alex, Sasha, Sash, pretty boy, min älsking, golden boy, my love, the hunter, the scary Russian machine, one for each occasion.

Sova I don’t think is much for nick names. Breach, Erik, dear, occasionally radnoj if it’s serious or Kotik and malysh if he’s teasing Breach.

15. What they would change about each other

Breach would want Siva to be a bit more selfish. To prioritize his life when things were beyond hopeless.

Sova would want Breach to be less stubborn, and easily annoyed. Patience can be key in the field, and just because he hates waiting doesn’t mean they can just go.

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Maybe Zlatan should've appeared in HT instead cause that S*cc*r movie looks strange kshshdhshsdhhsjs

Listen, it was my friend's idea, he always got us in trouble 😭 girl I was bleeding, the bucket hat was red though lmao. Thankfully didn't get a concussion or anything.

Ahhhh tbh I agree with mama Baek. Ofc I feel bad for Meghan, they way the Royals treat her and the royal suckers... the racism and misogyny jumped out. Harry was always the black sheep, so good for him for being a decent person. On one hand I enjoy they're airing the royal's dirty laundry, on the other hand they're definitely profiting off this drama and it's a bit 😬

Someone please edit Pepe dancing to Wa Da Da 🥰👌🏻 Bestie my life is a constant battle, I have many more stories. Proof I can survive without water, I'm invincible. Decaying, but still standing!

The hockey lady got a concussion 💀 yeah it looked baaaaad, like wtf

It can't be a SuJu member, I think SM isn't that stupid.......... exactly, everything about GOT is bad, except the ladies themselves. Taeyeon's promo photos?! 🙏🏻

That's my gripe with people, I don't like lipsync, but sometimes it happens so let's not lie, especially if you can clearly SEE them lips moving differently or not moving at all lol. But if Atinys on the blue bird app say the mics were on, they were on 🔫

My Way is so underrated, I'm glad it's on the setlist though I won't experience it live again anytime soon 💔💔💔💔 Promise my beloved! 3 years.... that's not right

Just pay Hwa to stand there and stare into the camera idc at this point! Hire him!

I was iffy about LSF choreography in Fearless as well, the floor work hmmmm idk about that. Their concepts are definitely a bit too mature for a minor. But Baby Monster oh no it's gonna be bad and I know it 🤡

Why would you remind me of Seonghwa showing off his hands on Showterview?!?!

Men are disappointing "dancing is harder with longer hair" bestie it's not even that long and female idols are good, suck it up! Yeosang can lift dumbbells, but some hair is stopping him, ffs 🤬 and when will San grow his hair again 😭 hopefully Seonghwa doesn't get a bowl cut or goes bald anytime soon, because that's always a slap in the face

Uhm Hoshi, Taeyong and Wooyoung should be bad shoes besties lmao. Though TY in heels? A slay if you ask me.

I HATE LOVE TRIANGLES, but this time I'm actually a bit torn... someone said the main guy looks a bit like Taehyung 😶 anyway the triangles haunt me. I saw Serena yes, my friend started reading it on a different app some time ago. I saw long haired guy and clicked so fast

I knew it'd be Tomorrow before even clicking. <3 Yesterday I actually recommended it to someone because they wanted a drama with minimum romance, lmao

Yeah I can't believe this hoery. LIVE ON TV?! Thots?

And???

Hold on what now BOXER?! And a kitty boy 😭 That was his fan sign look? 💀 also they're starting their fan signs era again, woooo can't wait to see the same bitches post photos and videos. Actually the last photos are from a shitty fansite 🔪

BAEK WHAT IS THIS QUIZ me: has never been in a relationship - DV 💖

hi hello!!

Maybe Zlatan should've appeared in HT instead cause that S*cc*r movie looks strange kshshdhshsdhhsjs //// Listen, it was my friend's idea, he always got us in trouble 😭 girl I was bleeding, the bucket hat was red though lmao. Thankfully didn't get a concussion or anything.

aND I WOULDVE ACTUALLY WATCHED IT IF HE WAS IN IT FBFBF,,, i think theres two of the most american things in that movie, the word soccer and superman lookalike <//3 I THOUGHT IT WAS JUST A BUMP BUT U WERE BLEEDING???? 😭😭😭😭

not even mama baek its the whole family who thinks the same fbwndhh tbh whatever part of what meghan’s saying is actually true, then its absolutely disgusting, the news outlets are really going to 🔫🔫🔫 but i do think harry has lost it bECAUSE I DO NOT WANNA KNOW IF HIS COCKADODDLE WAS FROSTBITTEN OR HOW HE LOST HIS VIRGINITY OR WHO WAS CIRCUMSIZED AND WHO WAS NOT 😭😭😭 everything i have learnt about them is against my will,, i think they should just stop atp and live in their mansions drama free, u left the royal family but u definitely didn’t leave it with the way ur profiting off of them 😭😭😭 like harry i like u but pls, shut up 😭😭😭

LMFAOOOO STOP him being in a kpop edit would actually end me 😭😭 pepe having daughters is so funny bc how will their bfs ask for their hand when a whole monster is sitting in front of 😭😭 YOU NEED TO WRITE A BOOK WITH ALL THESE STORIES WITH THESE CONSTANT SURVIVAL MISSIONS U GO ON 😭😭 decaying but standing 😭😭🤚🏻 a living breathing archaeological find truly

It can't be a SuJu member, I think SM isn't that stupid.......... exactly, everything about GOT is bad, except the ladies themselves. Taeyeon's promo photos?! 🙏🏻

TAEYEON HERSELF??? 🤲🏻🤲🏻🤲🏻 my lord and saviour, but seulgi kang 😭😭😩 hopefully no suju member and just max but i heard from twt that they might bring lookas back and its 🔫

the ive one had me crying 😭😭 me pretending to be an idol singing in a concert would do a better job at lip syncing than them WHAT WENT WRONG !!! the lips and the way a face moves when they sing, u COULDNT SEE IT 😭😭 twt atinys got the last word in every damn thing

My Way is so underrated, I'm glad it's on the setlist though I won't experience it live again anytime soon 💔💔💔💔 Promise my beloved! 3 years.... that's not right //// Just pay Hwa to stand there and stare into the camera idc at this point! Hire him!

its such a dreamy song! and the lyrics truly are one of their best <33 NO ATEEZ CONCERT?? NO PROBLEM, GROUPS ARE COMING BACK WE WILL SEE THEM FIRST!! need promise on the set list bc not having it play on every concert is a disgrace,,, 3 years to answer and 10 years to igab 🧍🏻‍♀️🧍🏻‍♀️ NO SERIOUSLY JUST HIRE HIM, GIVE HIM ONE CHANCE

oh ur right the floor work 💀💀 bestie just when i thought things would not get worse, we see this baby mon will start their songs “im so cool, so different ain’t no one like me” with a use of every aave term ever,, FBWMDBWMHDKSJCJC HOW COULD I NOT

le sserafim who???

sigh,,, men. ITS NOT EVEN THAT LONG EXACTLY IT REACHED BELOW UR EARS!!!!! GIRLIES GOT HAIR REACHING BELOW THEIR ASS COME ON 😭😭😭 when will san, when will he grow his hair i need to feel something, its a dangerous request but im ready to face it 🫡,,,, and if he goes under cut <3

Uhm Hoshi, Taeyong and Wooyoung should be bad shoes besties lmao. Though TY in heels? A slay if you ask me.

U ARE CORRECT!!! I WOULD ALSO ADD HOBU BC SOME OF THEM ARE QUESTIONABLE !!!!! ty in heels?? ty in general is a slay 💓💓

the guy look like who 👀

👀 no wonder ur reading it 👀 I ACTUALLY THINK U SECRETLY LOVE THEM 🔫🔫 BDWMBDKSJXK LONG HAIR IS UR TRIGGER 😭😭😭

I knew it'd be Tomorrow before even clicking. <3 Yesterday I actually recommended it to someone because they wanted a drama with minimum romance, lmao //// Yeah I can't believe this hoery. LIVE ON TV?? Thots? //// And???

hehe tomorrow’s ship is forever superior but hyungsik in strong women do bong soon ☺️☺️ LIVE ON TV !!!!! TO THE KOREAN AUDIENCE !!!!!! NO SLEEVES JUST BUFFY BICEPS !!!!!! WHAT HAPPENED !!!! thots? thots. stop that’s so cute 😭😭😭 when will someone do this to me

and this! and this one is correct 🔫

BOXER FJQKHDKWJDKS U TRIGGERED SOMETHING IN ME FOR A SECOND I HAD TO WALK IT OFF BFMWBDKS the fansign era starting im already seeing the online ones 😭😭😭 and we’ll see them for the entire month

BAEK WHAT IS THIS QUIZ me: has never been in a relationship - DV 💖

LMFAOOOO STOP ANONNNNN WHAT A SURPRISE 👁👄👁🤚🏻🤚🏻 god bless me for this one

he is majestic

tell me 🔫 cillian murphy & heath ledger are the only correct answers

#✉️ : ask #dv 💖 anon

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