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Controversially Young Girlfriend (part four)

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Hugh Jackman x popstar!reader 

summary: y/n is a globally beloved pop star. She is known for her talent and dedication towards her craft. Recently, she has also been known for her preference for older men. After a breakup with her former older boyfriend, she had a run in with the hottest dilf right now, Hugh Jackman. Y/n tried to warn him, but what can she say, she has an effect on hot, older men. 

warnings: age gap (23/55), cursing, y/n used, implied shorter reader, afab reader, she/her pronouns, sexual themes, fighting (verbal).

warnings will change as the story progresses! all descriptions of real people in this story are FAKE. I do not know these people and this is purely fiction. Please let me know if I missed anything!! <3

authors note: I don’t have much to say other than enjoy! Please leave your thoughts and opinions in the comments or message me! I’d love to hear what you have to say <3

part four: friends for now?

Hugh let you drag him through the club by your intertwined hands. The crowd seemed to be never ending as you walked through, trying to make it to the bar. A few people stopped you along the way to congratulate you and give their praises, but the night no longer felt special. It didn’t even feel like these people were here for you. They were just strangers attending a random party. Most of them already way past tipsy and probably wouldn’t remember anything in the morning. When the bar was in sight, you did a quick scan of the area. In the right corner, you saw a small, tall table that had two tall stools, perfect. 

“Heyyy y/n! I’ve been looking for you!” Ashley yells over the music with a big smile on her face. You don’t miss the way she glances back at Hugh. “Where have you been?” She asks and you can hear the accusation that’s hidden behind her words. Hugh squeezes your hand and it makes you realize just how close he is to you, the front of his body a whisper away from touching the back of yours. “I’ve been making the rounds. I was looking for you but kept getting stopped along the way.” You’re yelling back at her, trying to sound alive and bubbly by letting a laugh out at the end. You weren’t sure if she bought it. Ashley gives you a look that tells you she doesn’t. “We were gonna grab a drink, you wanna come?” You offer her but she shakes her head. “No, I have one over there.” She points to a group of girls sitting at a larger table that sits on the left side of the bar. “I’ll see you later okay?” She leans to give you a quick hug and she notices the point of contact between Hugh and yourself. “Don’t be stupid y/n.” She whispers in your ear and leans back from the hug with a smile. “Love you!” She’s yelling this time as she walks away. Her comment made your chest burn. You could tell that she thought something more was happening between Hugh and yourself but he saved you. He helped you get away from Pedro and she had no right to be accusatory. 

This night kept getting worse, the only thing keeping you from going home and leaving your own party was the warmth of Hugh’s hand. The warmth suddenly vanished, Hugh letting go of your hand for the first time since he helped you off of the couch in the backroom. He pulled back one of the stools for you and offered his arm to hold as you climbed up to sit. Your foot faltered slightly, causing your leg to buckle, but Hugh was quick to grab your waist to stabilize you. “Thank you.” You say again. 

“Do you want a drink?” He asks julting his thumb towards the bar behind him. 

“Oh! I'll take a pop my cherry margarita please.” You smile, voice full of excitement. Hugh lets out that rich man laugh that you haven't heard since the day you met him. 

“A WHAT?” He’s still laughing, it’s so contagious that your own laughter slips past your lips unexpectedly. 

“Pop my cherry margarita. It’s a real thing!” You explained to him that you wanted to create a drink menu that matched the album song titles. It was the one detail you really had a say in. “I thought they were handing out pamphlets at the door that explained that. Did you not get one?” Hugh’s eyebrows furrowed but they relax just as fast as he pulled a folded up pamphlet from his back pocket. You gasp dramatically. 

“You didn’t read it?” Your voice held a joking tone but you couldn’t help but feel a ping of hurt within your chest at the thought of him not taking the time to at least skim over the silly little paper. 

“I was looking for you when I first got here.” He admits shyly, an emotion you didn’t know Hugh was capable of having. He was always so confident and loud, never shy. It was cute. 

“Well in that case, you are forgiven.” His words made your heart swell. 

“I’ll be right back.” He gives your shoulder a light squeeze and walks over to the bar. 

Taking a look around the room, you’re glad that people are enjoying themselves. Your album only has three more songs to play before you’d have to go back on stage to give your thanks again. The club was booked all night, meaning that everyone was welcome to stay until it closes at two am. You didn’t plan to stay that late and after the events of the night, you weren’t sure if you’d stay any longer than your second ‘speech’. You glance back over to Hugh. He’s leaning on the counter, making conversation with the bartender. He was so charismatic, easily falling into conversation with anyone he met. You were certain that there wasn’t a person in the world that disliked him, he was the definition of likable. The reality of the situation was starting to settle more clearly now that your mind wasn’t clouded by the brief altercation with Pedro. Hugh hadn’t left your side since the moment he found you, he helped you collect yourself, and now he was ordering you a drink. You weren’t sure what this meant for him- you knew exactly what it meant for you. All of his acts of kindness were starting to overfill the file in your head labeled ‘big fat crush on Hugh Jackman’. 

“Here you are, one pop my cherry margarita.” He slides the glass in front of you and sits in the stool across from you. The drink is a bright red with a silver shimmer throughout. Two cherries sat on the top of the ice with a lime hugging the sugar lined rim. You took a sip, the tequila a little too strong for your liking, but the sweetness of the cherry and the slight hint of lime was refreshing.  “Mhmm that’s good. What'd you get?” You ask while squinting at his drink. “Slut me out martini?” He says unsure. You laugh. “Hm. Slut me out is probably my favorite song off the album, a good ‘ol dirty martini fits the vibe of the song.” He takes a sip and nods. “Hey.” You say to catch his attention again. “I’m sorry you didn’t get to actually listen to the album. You’re probably disappointed, given you’re such a big fan and all.” You’re mostly joking, the only sincerity being behind the fact he didn’t get to do what he came here to do. What you invited him here for. “Stop apologizing sweetheart.” He grunts out giving you a pointed look. 

“I did hear the first few songs, they were really good.” He says, taking a sip of his martini. 

“Just good?” You question. It looks like he thinks for a moment before speaking. 

“They’re surprising.” He says slowly. “How so?” You’re quick to respond. 

“Just… didn’t expect it. It’s different from your other stuff, it’s seductive.” 

“Hm..are you seduced?” His eyes lock onto yours. Your tongue darts out to pull the straw that sits in your glass to your lips. You can see his eyes move down towards your lips as you suck on the straw. When his eyes match yours again, he’s repositioning himself on the stool and lets out a low chuckle. “You’re something else y/n.” He shakes his head and you hum in satisfaction. 

You glance over to the dancing crowd, eyes moving over the groups of people. You meet Stacy’s eyes and you can hear the buzz of the last song fill your ears. She started making her way towards you, disappearing every few seconds as she weaved through people. “Shit.” You mumble as you try to think of ways to get out of getting on stage and thanking everyone again. “What’s wrong?” Hugh’s voice was filled with concern, the same tone he had used earlier in the night. “Stacy..my uh.. my assistant, I guess, is making her way over here right now and I like really, really don’t wanna go up on that stage again.” You frown. You were being stubborn, you knew that. The smart side of your brain tried to tell you that it wasn’t professional to just leave your own event. 

“C’mon.” Hugh is standing up quickly, offering his hand once again. “Huh?” You asked him, confusion written all over your face. “I’m getting you out of here. Let’s go.” You look around the room one last time. Stacy is about ten feet away, stress present on her face. “Okay.” You grab his hand and he helps you down, his other hand instinctively meeting your waist. “Y/n! I needed you on the stage like three minutes ago!” Stacy yells across the lowering distance. Hugh tugs your hand and you follow. You’re trying your best to keep up with his long legs as he walks swiftly through everyone. He pushes open the door and flashing lights blind the both of you. Covering your face, you tried to block the paparazzi’s cameras, completely trusting Hugh to guide you through this all. Once you reach the small parking lot that sits on the left side of the building, Hugh is opening the passenger door for you and helps you in. He hurries over to the drivers side and drives off as fast as he can, escaping the leeches that are trying to take as many pictures as possible. “Oh my god, you’re literally a life saver.” You say, adrenaline rushing through your veins. Pulling out your phone from the small purse that’s been draped on your shoulder most of the night, you sent a quick text to Stacy, responding to the endless texts and calls you’ve received from her in the past five minutes. 

You: I’m sorry Stacypoo. I’ll explain later. Love you <33

You knew work Stacy would be mad at you for some time but once you explained everything, friend Stacy would understand. “Do you want me to take you home?” Hugh asks. “Yes please. I’m pooped.” You huff out and he chuckles. You connect your phone to the car bluetooth and set your address on the GPS. The silence in the car calmed your body down at a rapid rate. Exhaustion took over your body and you could feel the ache in your feet from the heels. You were only at the party for an hour, yet it felt like you had been there all night. Looking at the time, the clock read 11:30pm. Hugh was quiet and you were afraid you might have caused too much trouble for him. That he wouldn’t want to be around you again after this. “Thank you Hugh. Really, you totally made this night so much better.” Your head is leaning against the headrest and you roll it slightly to look over at him. The faint light coming from the street lights shined on his face dimly. He was so handsome. You wanted to tell him. “You don’t have to thank me. I enjoy your company.” He glances in your direction with a smile. The silence fills the space again.

 “Did you purposely wear a gray shirt to match my outfit?” You asked curiously. You meant to ask earlier but it slipped your mind. “What?” He’s smiling. “You heard me. Did you?” Your tone was teasing. “Maybe.” 

“Yes or no Hugh Jackman.” His name rolled off your tongue in a joking matter. You could've sworn you could see a slight blush but it was too dark in the car to tell. “Is this it?” He asks, pointing to your house. “Yea that’s me.” 

He pulls into the driveway and puts the car in park, cutting the engine. Hugh opens his car door to get out. “Oh! You don’t have to get out, it’s okay.” He ignores you, walking over to your side of the car anyways, closing the door once you’re out. You awkwardly walk up to your front door and search your purse for your keys. When you find them, you turn around to face Hugh. “Thank you for driving me home Hugh.” “No problem sweetheart.” He smiles warmly and you take a moment to take it in. Your eyes rake across every wrinkle in his face, showing the life he’s lived. His smile lines set deep into his cheeks and you can’t help but think how perfectly they suit him. His facial hair was just past a stubble but not quite filled out into his full beard yet. “I should get inside, don’t wanna keep you out any later.” Your voice is soft and you want to invite him in but you couldn’t. “Okay darling.” 

This crush on Hugh was something that felt deeper after tonight. If anything were to happen with him, you wanted it to be right. No rushing. The feeling was mature. Hugh was someone you didn’t want to lose, no matter how he fit into your life. It was a little scary to think about- how much you wanted him in your life. 

“Goodnight Hugh.” 

“Goodnight y/n.” 

You turn to unlock your door and just as you're twisting the handle, Hugh wraps his large hand around your arm. He gives you a small tug, urging you to turn around. “Y/n…” He speaks softly. “Yes?” He doesn’t say anything. “Hugh, are you okay?” His hand releases your arm, both hands coming up to cup your cheeks. His hands are rough. You can feel a few calluses along his hand, undoubtedly from the gym.  He’s searching your eyes but you're unsure what he’s trying to find. “Can I kiss you?” 

Oh. 

“Yes.” It’s barely audible, the only confirmation that he had heard you came from his lips meeting yours. The kiss was slow, soft, like he was afraid to move too much. Hugh’s lips melted into yours perfectly, dancing together in a rhythm that felt natural. He was bent down slightly to match your height, your heels aiding him. He was the one to break the kiss, you weren’t sure if you would have ever stopped kissing him if he didn’t pull away. You wanted to ask him so many questions, get into his head. You always had this impeding urge to know everything but you wanted to live in the sweetness of the moment. Hugh’s hands dropped from your cheeks and a small smile rested on his face. “Goodnight gorgeous.” He kisses the top of your head for the second time that night. “Goodnight..” You walked inside, standing half way out of the door, waving at Hugh as he drove away. 

You: text me when you get home so I know you got home safe! p.s. ur a good kisser.  

Walking around your house, you slowly stripped from your outfit, gathering your things to start your nightly routine as you waited for Hugh’s text. You hopped into the shower and thought about the crazy events that had happened in just a few hours. The kiss was something you hadn’t expected and it was killing you to not know what it meant for your relationship with Hugh. When you were brushing your teeth, your phone lit up on the bathroom counter. 

Hugh <3: Just got home. You’re not half bad yourself lol. 

You: really though, did you try to match my outfit? 

Hugh <3: Goodnight y/n… 

You: fine. I’ll get the truth out of you one day!! 

You: goodnight hugh! <3 

When your head hits the pillow, all you can do is think about the feeling of Hugh’s lips on yours, his hands on your face. You fell asleep with a smile on your face. 

—

The constant buzzing of your phone woke you up. It’s been going off for close to an hour and you tried your best to ignore it but the vibration under your pillow was starting to give you a headache. You winced at the brightness of the screen as your eyes adjusted to the light that invaded your eyeballs too suddenly. Squinting at the name, you let out a sigh. “Oh fuck me..” 

“Hi Stacy…” You say it sweetly, hoping it would ease whatever was coming your way. “Y/n, I need you to explain why the fuck you decided to run away from me last night.” Her voice is eerily calm, you’d prefer if she was yelling at you. “Oh yea…” You clear your throat. “So you know how when we started to plan the event, Pedro and I were still very much together?” You ask and she gives a short ‘yes’. “Well, when we had the last meeting, I completely forgot about him being invited already and forgot to take him off the list.” “Y/n, can you get to the point please, the label is on my ass right now trying to clear things up.” “Sorry…he uh.. Pedro showed up last night and he was mean Stacy. He kept saying how he wanted me back and he kept trying to grab me.” Your voice falters slightly. You couldn’t understand how Pedro, who was once so sweet and loving, had turned so cruel. “I’m so sorry y/n… I didn’t know, nobody knew.” You can hear the sympathy in her voice. “It’s fine, it’s over. I tried to stay, but I really wanted to leave. I’m sorry Stacy.” “It’s fine.” She sighs.

 “Have you been on your socials yet?” 

“No…why?” 

“Look at what I sent you.” 

You put her on speaker and open the text thread between Stacy and yourself. There were at least a hundred texts from her between last night and this morning. You click on a link she had sent and when you opened it, there was a picture from last night of Hugh and yourself leaving the party hand in hand. There were articles upon articles questioning if Hugh was your ‘new older fix’. There were also pictures of Pedro leaving the party with rumors of you cheating. It was all one big mess, but every single article seemed to agree on one thing:

Y/n L/n was a slut who liked older men. 

They weren’t completely wrong, you loved being with an older man, but you weren’t a slut, or a cheater, or a gold digger, or any other names they had called you. The rumors and name calling never bothered you but it always had a negative effect on the men in your life, even if they never got the shit end of the stick. It was why Pedro broke up with you and why everyone before him never wanted to make anything official, or even be seen with you. You felt so stupid for not telling Hugh that you needed to go out the back way, that he shouldn’t be seen leaving with you. Your dating life brought nothing but a bad reputation and you didn't want Hugh’s name involved in it. You're thankful that this article was centered on dragging you down and not Hugh. 

“Shit..” You whisper. “How mad are they?” You ask, referring to your management team. 

“They’re pretty pissed off. They keep nagging about how they warned you with Pedro. They’re worried about your image.” 

“God, I wish they would get over that already. It’s literally not that big of a deal.” Your irritation grew. It had always been something you hated about the industry, that they cared so much about minor personal details. As long as you were making music, making fans happy, and making them money- why does it matter who you’re seen with. You hated how much everyone ‘cared’ about what you did. 

“I know y/n, it sucks. I’ll try to get them calmed down and prevent any unnecessary meetings. I want you to focus on whatever you need to. Don’t stress yourself out about this.” “Thank you Stacy. I really am sorry if I got you into trouble last night.” 

“It’s okay. I understand why you did it and I’m glad you did something for yourself for once.” 

The rest of the conversation is short and ends with Stacy complaining about Mark, the guy from the meeting, was blowing up her phone. 

You needed to talk to Hugh as soon as possible. There were so many things that needed to be discussed: the paparazzi pictures, the kiss, what we are, can he handle being your controversially old boyfriend- if that’s even what he wanted. You couldn’t help but wonder if he had already seen the headlines, if his team was just as mad as yours. 

You: hi hugh! could we meet up and talk sometime today? 

Hugh <3: Of course darling. Just tell me a time and place and I'll be there. 

You: 3pm at my house? 

Hugh <3: See you then. 😀

The emoji he attached made you laugh, Hugh texted like your parents and it should make you cringe but it does the exact opposite. You sent him your address, not expecting him to remember where you live, and started to prepare for his visit. You had a few hours before the agreed upon time, allowing you to clean up around your house and get presentable. Not wanting to go overboard, you decided on a pair of black flared leggings and a dark green crew neck that had ‘New York’ across the chest. You could feel your nerves working up as the time ticked away, each minute that went by increasing your heart rate. You were sitting on the couch, when there was a knock on your door. Taking a peek through the peephole, you could see Hugh standing there. You opened the door wide and gave him a tender smile. “Hi sweetheart.” He greets you with his own warm smile. “Hi Hugh. Come in.”  You open the door wider and he slips past you, waiting for you to close the door. “You can take your shoes off here if you want, but you don't have to.” He slides them off and you lead him into the living room. You take a seat on the couch, smacking the cushion next to you with your hand, urging him to take a seat as well- he does. You don’t speak right away, trying to find the right words to say, what to talk about first. “You okay y/n?” His expression is full of worry.

“Have you seen the pictures or anything about last night?” 

“No…?” You can tell he’s confused and you don’t say anything. Instead, you open your phone to the link Stacy sent and hand it to him. His eyes are moving back and forth slowly as he reads and scrolls through it. When he's done, he hands the phone back to you and sighs. “This is what you wanted to talk about?” He asks. “Yea…and other things.” 

He sighs. “Y/n, I already told you I don’t care what other people say. I don’t think what these people are saying about us should matter.” 

“I don’t want to drag you into this mess though, Hugh. It’s not fair to you, especially when everything they’re saying are lies.” 

“That’s just the way those people make a living. It won’t matter in a week, everyone will forget and move on, so don’t worry about me baby, worry about yourself. They said some nasty things in there, don’t let that get to your head kid?” His hand rests on your thigh and scrunch up your face at the nickname. 

“Hugh, for moral reasons, you can’t call me kid when you kissed me just last night. It's weird.” Your voice switching from the previous unsure and scared to serious. He lets out a laugh and a quick sorry. His hand still rests on your thigh and you reach out to place your hand on his, fingers slightly intertwining at the awkward angle. “Why did you kiss me last night?” Your doe like eyes look up at him. “I wanted to.” His answer is too brief for your liking and you can tell he’s teasing. “Why did you want to?” You ask further. “You looked really pretty in your sparkly little outfit last night sweetheart. You always look really pretty, truthfully. There’s just something about you that draws me to you.” He confesses. “Yea?”  “Yea…It’s a little scary if i’m being honest, how drawn to you I am.” “I’m scared too, Hugh.” You admit. “I’m terrified that whatever this is or whatever it leads to is going to get taken away from me.” Your willingness to be this open shocks you, but this needs to be done right. You would put your fears behind you for him. He squeezes your hand. “What do you mean?” 

“I just feel like every time I get something good that makes me happy, it’s gone faster than I can enjoy it. I mean..with uh…with Pedro, everything was going great, I was so happy…and he just.. left. All because things got hard, because he cared too much about everything else. I was getting attacked consistently, but he couldn’t handle it. My happiness got shattered. I don’t want that to happen again, especially not with someone like you. It sounds insane, we only just met, but Hugh, I really like you.” 

“I really like you too y/n.” He smiles and leans forward. His lips are getting closer to yours and as much as you want to kiss him, you can’t, not yet. “Wait..” You put the hand that isn’t holding his hand on his chest, stopping him from moving forward. “What’s wrong baby. You don't wanna kiss me?” there's a cocky smirk on his face and it was the sexiest thing you’ve ever seen. His voice was smooth and seductive. “As much as I want to shove my tongue down your throat right now, I really wanna do this right.” His eyes widen slightly at your words. “Right?” He questions. “I wanna get to know you more and take it slow. I like you too much for this to be rushed and ruined.” “Hmm. I can work with that, but just to be completely sure, you don’t want to kiss me?” The smirk is back. “God..you’re too hot for your own good.” You grab his neck and pull him into you. You kiss him with as much passion as possible, it would be the last one for a while, until time passes and these feelings are certain. His tongue slithers across your bottom lip and you pull back from the kiss. “You’re really testing your luck Jackman.” You laugh and he shrugs. 

“Is waiting okay with you? I don’t want you to feel pressured or tied to me in some way.” You’re playing with his long fingers. “That’s fine by me baby, I'll wait for you as long as I need to.” He leans back into the couch. 

“Friends for now?” You ask. 

“Friends for now.” He nods.

Thank you for reading <33

part five

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the blush of morning departures - Jack Hughes

Jack Hughes x fem!reader Summary: Jack is about to leave for morning practice. You ask him if he’s forgotten anything, and Jack gives you a kiss. Your cheeks turn red and you open your hand to reveal Jack’s phone and keys saying ‘I meant this, but thanks.’ request: yes/no A/N: Hello! Welcome to my first story on Tumblr. I hope you will like it. I become a Hughes Girl. Everything I write is a figment of my imagination! And, sorry for my English, it's not my first language, so be patient with me and don't hesitate to correct me if you find any error. gif not mine likes are good, reblogs are better <3 word count: 1K warning(s): pregnancy, soft Jack, unedited

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You’re laying in your bed, head tucked under the blanket, because of your extremely hot and active boyfriend, who has early morning practice. He’s pacing around the house packing his gear and making his food.

With a groan, you get out of bed, and just in Jack’s huge shirt, you make your way down to the living room, where you sit down, turning on the TV.

Jack gets out of the bathroom, walking through the living room, not noticing you. You smile to yourself shaking your head. Every morning, when he has practice he’s so caught up with his routine that he barely notices things around him.

"Oh, I’m sorry Cherry, I didn’t mean to wake you up." he sighs when he finally notices you lying under a blanket on the couch.

"It’s okay, I’m used to it." you smiled tiredly, and you extended your hand in his direction.

With a smile on his face, he grabs my hand and pulls it to his mouth to kiss it. "You look gorgeous." he smiles brushing the hair off my face.

"You don’t look bad yourself too." you chuckle caressing his cheek.

"Thank you, Cherry." he laughed shaking his head. You smile closing your eyes for a while.

"I made you breakfast, blueberry pancakes with blueberry sauce and blueberry smoothie"” you laughed at this. Yesterday when you were shopping you bought two kilos of blueberry because they had a great price and you both love them, so.

"Thank you, baby." you laughed kissing his hand.

"I’m going to get my bag and pack my gear okay? You go eat or it will get cold and most of all you have to eat so that our little one can grow," he says protectively extending his hand to my slightly large belly.

"Okay, but first, you have to help me stand up." laughing he helps you up and immediately pulls you in a tight hug, bending down to kiss your template.

"Thank you." sighing out you whisper in his chest breathing in his scent.

"Go eat, I’ll be right back." he pulls away and makes his way into your bedroom.

You walk into the kitchen sit down on the chair with little struggle and start eating the best pancakes you've ever eaten. It is no secret that Jack is an amazing cooker and you're grateful for him because you would probably burn up our kitchen if you tried to cook something.

While you’re eating, Jack is packing his gear as he’s thinking about what will you two do in the afternoon, when he comes back from practice. He’d like to take you to this one restaurant in Jersey he found last week when he and his teammates were heading to the bar to celebrate their win.

He loves to spoil you and show you how much he loves you. When he comes home after a game, you did not attend, he brings you something. Whether it’s ice cream, flowers, or even stupid Oreo, he’s always looking for the smile on your face when he gives it to you.

Before he leaves your bedroom, he paces towards his nightstand to check out if the black velvet ring box is still safe in the drawer. He bought the ring a few weeks ago while on his roadie in Washington. He saw it on the street and had to buy it knowing, now is the right time, to ask you. After all, you’ll have a baby in no matter of time and you’re the love of his life.

He gets up, tosses the bag around his shoulder, and makes his way down the hallway into the kitchen to say goodbye to you before he leaves.

"Okay babe, I will leave in a few," Jack’s voice comes from the hall, where he puts on his Nike sneakers in the meantime so he doesn't have to put them on later and go straight to practice.

"Okay," you say with a full mouth of the pancakes. Swallowing the pancakes in your mouth, you stick another piece on the fork.

"Is it good?" he chuckles when he comes into the kitchen and sees you eating his pancakes with full mouth. You nodded and mumbled yes.

"Well I’m glad you like it," he bends down kissing your forehead with a smile on his lips.

"It tastes delicious. Thank you for being my chef," you say after you swallow.

"Yeah, well someone has to cook when you’re able to burn the kitchen down," he laughs sitting down next to me. You stick another piece of pancakes on a fork and put it to his lips, so he can taste it too.

"They taste great," he chuckles, moaning slightly at the taste. Checking his phone he quickly stands up rushing to the hall. "I’ve gotta go princess."

You stand up from the chair, shaking your head, when you see his phone and keys lying down on the table. You grab them in your hand walking to the hall to say goodbye to him.

"Your early lunch is in the fridge, I’ll be home around eleven. Then we can go on a walk," he smiles tossing his bags around his shoulders. „I love you baby and you too baby boy.“ he bends down to pick up his bag making his way to the door.

"Didn’t you forget something?" you ask him, clutching his phone and keys behind your back.

"Sorry." he smiles bending down to peck a kiss on your lips.

Laughing, you remove your hand from behind your back and show him his phone and keys. "I meant this, but thanks."

With a shake of his head, he takes his things from you, pressing down another kiss to your lips. "I fucking love you, woman."

"I love you too," you chuckle at his statement. "Be careful okay? I want my man in one piece before I give birth."

"I will don’t worry, I have Nico to look after me, right? And in a few weeks we’ll have Luke here to look after me too, so don’t worry about me." he chuckles giving you a last kiss before he makes his way out of the house with a loud goodbye.

[wintfleur]

so stella is anemic, what if one of her brothers finds her passed out bc of it

౨ৎ passing out spells and a misinformed quinny

°. — pairings ( Estella Hughes oc! X brother! Quinn Hughes )

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Stella loved how peaceful early mornings were at her brother's lake house, especially when she had the house to herself. Luke was staying with some friends for the weekend, Jack was out doing God knows what, and Quinn decided to wake up early and go to a rink close by to do some laps. After making sure Stella was okay with being home alone, she was having a rough week, her energy was low, and she was basically napping and relaxing all week. 

Stella was curled up on the couch watching Gilmore girls and eating, well more like picking at some cherries when Quinn kissed her forehead and said he would be back soon. Shouting out a ‘i love you’ before he left. Stella mumbled back an i love you as her tired eyes were focused on the big tv, watching as dean and Rory argue for what felt like the 10th time this episode. 

She was currently rewatching the show with Luke, so she was stuck rewatching the earlier episodes since Luke was adamant of them watching it together. Stella yawned and brought the blanket she was cuddled up in up to her shoulders, she honestly wasn't sure whose blanket it was, it was already on the couch. 

Stella watched 3 more episodes of Gilmore girls before she started to get stir crazy and hot under the blanket. She pushed the blanket off her legs and sat up from laying down, she searched for the remote and paused the tv in the middle of the theme song. She blinked a few times and let out a heavy breath, starting to feel a little nauseous. Maybe it was the smell of cherries? She thought as she looked down at the bowl filled with cherries on the coffee table. 

Stella always got really nauseous whenever she was on her period, like now. She grabbed the bowl and got up from the couch, too quickly as she saw white spots in her vision. Stella ignored the nausea and the dizzy feeling she was used to and slowly walked out of the living room and into the kitchen to put the cherries in the fridge. 

She held onto the corner of the island counter after she put away the cherries, the dizzy feeling was much worse and the pounding in the back of her head became unbearable. Stella winced at the pounding in her head, closing her eyes and hoping that it would help. She felt that familiar fear of passing out, she slowly walked back into the living room, her legs and hands trembling. 

She grabbed onto the edge of the couch as she tried to lean against it, but she felt her knees become weak and her grip on the couch slip, her eyes roll back as she collapses on the living room floor with a thump. The last thing on her mind was that she was alone. 

Quinn hums along to the song playing on the radio channel Stella had put on the last time she was in the car with him, he wasn't sure what the song was, but he had heard Stella listen to it many times. His car would almost always turn into Stella's whenever they were together, her things in the backseat, her ChapStick or lip glosses in the cup holders. He wasn't complaining though, he missed it when he was away. 

He drove into the driveway and shut off his car, sliding his keys into his pocket and grabbing the cherry ChapStick in the cupholder that he remembered Stella complained to Cole about her losing it. He slid it into his pocket before getting out of the car and going to the trunk to grab his hockey bag. He gets his keys out his pocket and locks the car as he walks up to the front door and unlocks the door, a sigh of relief leaving his lips now that he's home. 

Quinn closes the door behind him and drops his hockey bag near the front door, tossing his keys on the island counter in the kitchen. He was confused when he didn't hear the sound of the tv, but then again maybe she went up to her room. “Stella, I'm home!” Quinn shouts out and he gets no answer, he knows she could be sleeping but he got a weird feeling in his chest that something was wrong. 

Quinn set the water bottle he pulled out of the fridge on the counter and made his way out of the kitchen and into the living room. Quinn's eyes drop to the floor of the living room and his eyes widen in fear and worry when he sees his sister's heart patterned socks peeking out from in front of the couch. Quinn quickly made his way around the crouch, and he dropped to his knees at Stella's side when he saw her unconscious on the ground. 

“Stella? Estella, can you hear me?” Quinn frantically spoke loudly, his tone filled with worry as he quickly but gently rolled Stella to lay on her back, one of his hands on the back of his littles sister's head as he tilted it back to clear her airways. His heart was almost beating out of his chest as he tried to remember all the steps of helping someone who's unconscious. 

He turned his body to reach and grab a pillow off the couch to put under Stella's legs but quickly turns back to his little sister when he hears the weak groan leaving her pale pink lips. Quinn brought his hands to cup stella’s face, gently forcing her to open her eyes as he rubbed his thumbs on her cheeks “Hey, hey stella can you hear me ⸺ c’mon open your eyes.” 

“Oww” Stella sleepily whined out as she gained full consciousness. She was confused, she had no idea what was going on or what happened. All she knew was that her head was killing her, and her ass was numb. Stella slowly fluttered her eyes open, a wince leaving her lips at the bright light of the living room. Stella blinked a few times trying to get used to the light, Stella's hand gripped onto the fur of the rug, and she tried to flatten her palm to lift herself up from the uncomfortable floor. 

“Not so fast, it's okay just lay back down” Quinn spoke softly as he grabbed a pillow from the couch and slipped it under her head so she could rest it comfortably. Quinn kept his eyes on his little sister, they were still filled with worry. Stella groans and rests her head on the pillow looking up at her brother as she whispers, “What happened?” 

“Looks like you passed out ⸺ when were you gonna tell me you could do that hmm?” Quinn jokes with a weak smile, knowing that Stella would panic the more she thought of it. Stella sniffles and tries to smile at her brother's attempt to make her feel better, she was starting to remember what had happened. She replied quietly “Thought I’d surprise ya” 

“Consider me surprised” Quinn sighed, he gently moved some of Stella's hair out of her face before he stood up. “Don't move okay, I'm going to get your iron pills and something for you to drink.” 

Stella weakly nodded and watched as her big brother rushed into the kitchen. Stella waited for a few moments before she tried again to sit up, this time she was much more successful. Stella groaned quietly as she slowly stood up and sat on the couch, pulling the blanket over her lap and closing her eyes. In through your nose, out through your mouth. Stella chanted in her head as she did her breathing exercise, hoping that it would help with the pounding in her head. 

“I told you not to move ⸺ they say you have to lay down for 10 minutes” Quinn groaned as he walked into the living room to see stella snuggled up on the couch, of course she didn't listen to him. ‘They’ being the internet. Quinn had scoured the internet for as much information he could get about Stella's anemia and what to do if she passed out when she was diagnosed. 

“They also say you shouldn't put a pillow under someone's head after they pass out” Stella says matter-of-factly as she looks up at her brother who was holding out a cold glass of orange juice, the other hand holding two iron pills. 

“What? ⸺ and you're just telling me this now?” Quinn gaped as Stella took the glass and pills into her hands. Stella rolled her eyes and swallowed the two pills with a big mouthful of orange juice. She looks up at her brother who was giving her an unimpressed look, he took her health and safety very seriously. Stella gave him an innocent smile and just simply shrugged “It was a really comfy pillow.” 

“Where are you going?” Stella questioned him as he shook his head in disbelief and turned around to walk out of the living room, his hands on his hips as he dramatically walked out. All of her brothers were so damn dramatic . . . but so was she. She hears Quinn shout his answer from the kitchen and the sound of him unzipping his bag for his phone “Going to call mom and tell her you haven't been taking your pills.” 

“They also say you shouldn't put me through any stress or yell at me” Stella shouted back with a playful smile, she took another sip from the glass while she picked up the remote and started looking for something new to watch. Already feeling much better. 

“Now you're just making shit up!” Quinn shouted back with a roll of his eyes, knowing that his little sister was just teasing him. Quinn paused his movement of searching up their moms contact when he heard the faint sound of her laughter, a smile coming across his lips when he heard her sassily shout a reply. 

“It's completely true and reasonable!” 

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[homestylehughes]

jack hughes: soft sunday love

authors note: OMG HI?? I'm back from the dead!!! I WILL do better... I PROMISE. anywayssss. thank you guys so much for all of the support on my other works so grateful <3. ANYWHOO I'm done yapping. enjoy this cute little fic I wrote about jack, our sassy yet cute king. okay bye I hope you enjoy, reblog and like if you like it🤭. <3333

wc: 844

warnings: it's a litttleeeeeee suggestive, but not complete smut! so read at our own discretion :)

It's very unusual for Jack to be home on Sunday, especially a Sunday morning. With usually having a game or morning skate. The feeling of his body beside mine, seeing his face glow with the light coming through the blinds was unusual. A site I could get used to, one that I'll never grow tired of seeing. 

I turn to my side to get a better look at him. Bringing my hand to trace the freckles and sun spots on his back, taking in every part of him. Bringing my fingers to his lower back and scratching back up. I do this, as I watch his chest slowly rise and fall. How is he so beautiful? I think to myself. 

Making my way from his back I slowly start to bring my hand to his hair, as I slowly start to run my fingers through his hair. Combing through his brown locks. I feel him stir below me, slowly turning to face me, still deep in sleep, his eyes are still closed. 

I take in the natural state of his face. At his clear and soft skin, cherry coloured lips, that I could kiss again and again. I take in every little piece of him. 

Bringing my hand from his hair, I slowly began to trace his face, jaw and slowly make my way to his neck. I love every part of him I say to myself. 

I began to trace his arm, stomach. My gaze is locked in that I don't even realize jack is looking at me until  my eyes make their way back up to his face. 

Our eyes catch each other, I can feel my cheeks slightly tingly and warm up like an embarrassed child that just got caught for doing something they shouldn't have done. 

“Why'd you stop, that feels good” he says, as he smiles down at me. 

He grabs my retracted hand that was once on his arm, and places it in his hair. “Please baby” he looks at me with those puppy-like eyes. I roll my eyes dramatically and begin to run my fingers through his hair again. 

Jack sighs in contempt and gently shoves his face into my chest, I can feel his smile on my collar bones like a little kid. 

“I missed this,” Jack says, face still pressed into my neck. I missed this too. I sigh back. Jack slowly lifts his face from my neck. His gaze is so strong in mine eyes full of love. “My pretty girl,” Jack whispers at me, as he slowly moves hair off of my face. His face slowly moved closer to mine. Teasing me with how close our lips can get to each other without completely touching. 

I start to grow impatient, I rise up just enough so our lips finally meet. His soft lips finally met mine. Jack sighs into my mouth as he grabs my face to pull me closer into him. The soft kiss starts to become more intense, as Jack moves so he's now on top of me. Our kiss becomes more urgent, as he pushes my thighs apart so he can rest in between them. 

The tension in the room grows by the second. Jack hands leave my face and travel their way down my body, as they try and pull away the sheet that covers it. Grabbing my hips to pull me more flush to his body. 

The sudden moves, causes my breath to hitch, giving Jack an opening to slide his tongue into my mouth. Fighting for dominance, our tongues battling back and forth. I can feel our breaths beginning to quicken. The room is becoming warmer.

  My grip on his hair starts to tighten as he starts to move his lips down my neck, hitting all of my sweet spots. “Jack” I sign out as I look down at him, kissing down my neck, and anywhere my shirt doesn't cover. I miss his lips on mine, grabbing his jaw and guiding him back to my lips. 

I can feel his smile on my lips as I go to kiss him. “Someones greedy this morning, I see” Jack mumbles against my lips. “I'll never get you like this,” I say before I connect our lips again. 

A few seconds later Jack pulls his lips from mine, with a smacking sound. Our chests both rise as we lock eyes. 

“I want more sundays like this” he says, “i agree, i want you all to myself in this bed every morning.” I utter back at him. A smile rips across jack's face, “your wish is my command baby” jack says as he moves his hands down my sides, sliding them under my shirt. Tracing my bare skin, his eyes still locked with mine. 

“How about we start now?” he says as he smirks down at me. Finally peeling my shirt off my body, bringing his face back to mine, our lips meeting again in a rush. my back meeting the soft sheets below me, in a soft sunday love.

[babydollmarauders]

MEDIA MANAGEMENT — JACK HUGHES (23-24 SZN PART 16)

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notes: i’ve been extremely busy and had no time to take screenshots, so all photos (except one) are from the actual photographers!

y/ndevils00

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y/ndevils00 we are not beating the loser allegations

we lost 3-6 tonight against the airplanes and their brick wall!

i assume everyone was reacting the same way as babygirl, slut, and i… cussing at the tv

BUT BET YOU CAN GUESS WHO SCORED TONIGHT BASED OFF THESE PHOTOS!

THAT’S RIGHT! BOTH OF MY PRETTY BEST FRIENDS SCORED GOALS TONIGHT!!

MARASCHINO CHERRY WITH HIS FIRST OF THE SEASON AND DAWG-SON WITH HIS THIRD!! I’M SO PROUD OF MY BESTIES!!!

LOOK AT THAT PHOTO OF MY MARINARA SAUCE AND MY LUKEY POOKIE, HUGGING AND SHIT!! SO CUTE!!! (they miss me so bad) ((they were comforting each other))

anyways, good luck in pittsburgh on thursday! try not to lose this time!

p.s. that third photo is the outcome of my secret agent photo taker yelling “y/n says hi!” ! doesn’t Johnny look so happy to hear he can never escape me?!

p.p.s. nothing to do with this game, but congratulations to Sid the Kid on his 13th career hat trick! … i thought he had more tbh

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user25 did you just… go out of your way to subtly dig at Sidney Crosby? 😭

john.marino97 i thought i left you in Jersey and then i hear your name and look up to see you on facetime with a random person!

y/ndevils00 you love that you can never get rid of me 🥰 you’re stuck with me forever!

john.marino97 four years and counting… do i ever get a break?

y/ndevils00 nope!

user73 four years? but, John only joined the Devils last season?

tmeier96 i scored a goal too, you know?

y/ndevils00 yeah… you’re pictured aren’t you?

tmeier96 barely! and no congrats for me!

y/ndevils00 fine, attention whore! congratulations on your goal in a game in which we still did not win

tmeier96 i’m ignoring your sass and saying thank you anyways

y/ndevils00 asshole

tmeier96 bitch

jackhughes hey, that’s my girlfriend, Meier!

y/ndevils00 @/jackhughes it’s okay baby, i can fight my own battles

y/ndevils00 HEY! I’M JACK’S GIRLFRIEND, MEIER!

jackhughes ah yes, you did so well, lovely Dove. so proud of you

user02 goddamn John looks FINE AS HELL

user81 fr! y/n has a hot ass boyfriend and some hot ass friends!

dawson1417 THANK YOU BESTIE NUMBER 3!!! I MISS YOU SO MUCH!!!

y/ndevils00 I’LL SEE YOU SO SOON, BFFL

lhughes_06 yes, we’re absolutely mentally falling apart without you. idk how we’re still alive

y/ndevils00 i was wondering the same thing tbh. who else is gonna tell you not to eat an expired protein bar?

lhughes_06 i would’ve been fine

y/ndevils00 you would’ve gotten your stomach pumped and missed the game

lhughes_06 i don’t believe you

y/ndevils00 how did you survive this long without me?

_quinnhughes our mom

lhughes_06 @/_quinnhughes shut up, huggy

nicohischier i think you cursed more than we did

y/ndevils00 can you blame me?! these fuckers suck!

nicohischier i- you can’t say that

y/ndevils00 sure, i can! i just did!

ehaula WE suck?! YOU suck!

y/ndevils00 @/ehaula yeah, and Jack loves it!

ehaula UNCLES DON’T NEED TO KNOW THESE THINGS

nicohischier NOBODY NEEDS TO KNOW THESE THINGS

y/ndevils00 @/ehaula prudes

jackhughes Dove, what have we talked about?!

y/ndevils00 @/jackhughes that i have to stop talking about our sex life on my instagram 🙁

jackhughes mhm and what did you just do?

y/ndevils00 @/jackhughes talked about our sex life on my instagram 😔

jackhughes so what do you have to say to Haulzy and Cap?

y/ndevils00 @/ehaula i’m sorry for making you privy to Jack and i’s bedroom shenanigans 🫤

[pupsmailbox]

LOVECORE ID PACK

NAMES ⌇　adelaide. admirer. adora. adoraten. adore. ai. aiko. amadeus. amara. amor. amora. amore. amorette. amorie. amour. amoure. amourette. amy. angel. annabelle. aphrodite. arrow. atuf. bambi. bastet. bear. beau. bes. bliss. blossom. bow. bunny. caleb. candy. carwyn. ceri. charity. chelsea. cherie. cherria. cherrill. cherry. cheryshe. claire. clarissa. claudia. connell. connor. cordelia. crimson. cupid. dahlia. dante. david. delphine. desiree. desyre. dhalia. doll. dove. dylan. eldad. eros. esme. esme.cara. euphor. flower. freya. frill. garden. harp. hart. heart. heartstring. heretic. honey. honeybee. hubert. hugh. ingrid. iris. julia. julie. juliet. juliette. june. kalei. kara. kevin. kiss. koramor. lennon. lev. love. lovebird. lover. loverboy. lucinda. luvbelle. luvia. lynn. mabel. mabel.mila. mai. mars. may. maya. melody. milo. milos. mona. obi. ophelia. paramour. paris. passerine. passion. pearl. phillip. pippa. pippi. raymond. red. reed. reese. ren. rhett. rhys. roma. romanciel. romeo. rosalyn. rose. rosetta. rosette. rumor. sky. sugar. tahlia. teddy. thalia. theo. tyas. val. valen. valentina. valentine. valentino. valerie. vanessa. venus. vera. vincent. violet. vivian. vivianna. vivianne. yua. ásta. éowyn.

PRONOUNS ⌇　<3/<3. ado/adore. adore/adore. ae/aer. am/amour. bli/bliss. bouquet/bouquet. bow/bow. bud/bud. charm/charm. che/cher. cher/cherish. choco/chocolate. chu/chu. co/cora. coo/coo. cu/cupid. cu/cute. cupid/cupid. cute/cute. dar/darling. date/date. de/dear. de/devote. dear/dear. desi/desire. doe/doe. doe/dove. er/ero. ero/ero. eternity/eternitie. euphor/euphoria. fle/fleur. flower/flower. fri/frill. friend/friend. gift/gift. he/heart. he/hymn. hea/heart. heal/heal. heart/heart. hon/honey. hope/hope. hug/hug. hx/hxm. hy/hymn. h♡/h♡m. kie/kiss. kiss/kiss. kyuu/kyuu. lae/lace. lav/lavender. lo/love. love/bug. love/love. love/lovely. love/lover. lu/luv. lust/lust. luv/luv. myst/mystic. pass/passion. pink/pink. plu/plush. pray/pray. prince/prince. re/red. red/red. ri/ribbon. ro/rose. rose/rose. royal/royal. sacri/sacrifice. shx/hxr. shy/hyr. sh♡/h♡r. smitten/smitten. soft/soft. sweet/sweet. tear/tear. ted/teddy. thxy/thxm. th♡y/th♡m. tu/lip.| val/val. val/valen. val/valentine. valentine/valentine. ve/venus. vei/veil. veil/veil. vir/virtue. xo/xo. xoxo/xoxo. ye/yearn. yearn/yearn. ❤️ . 🌹 . 🍓 . 🍫 . 🍯 . 🍰 . 🎀 . 🏩 . 👑 . 💋 . 💍 . 💌 . 💐 . 💒 . 💓 . 💘 . 💝 . 💞 . 🤍 . 🦢 .

[panelshowsource]

there are a lot of fun lil things to catch up and enjoy and shout out so think of this as my lil newsletter of the week :)

been a lot of great discussions on the rest is entertainment recently! a few i recommend: 1) in this ep richard discusses the former (😥) importance of the edinburgh fringe and how the pipeline standup>stage>stardom has completely changed with the popularisation of social media and the instant delivery of topical comedy (loved the vittorio shoutout!); 2) in this recent ep (8:17) richard talks about the integrity and motivations of professional tv quizzers, like those on the chase; and 3) in this another recent ep (20:33) richard passionately criticises the emmys allowing the bear to compete as a comedy series and yet again stands up for out-of-work as well as underappreciated comedy writers

rob beckett & romesh ranganathan are doing promo for the new season of rob & romesh vs, so here is a ridiculous video of them doing "impressions" on ladbible lmao

david mitchell's new series ludwig comes out this week!!! this is a wonderful interview with david + rave reviews are rolling in from the guardian, the radio times, and more

larry dean had a small speaking part in the netflix film this time next year, which is out now!

icymi global superstar, drag artist, and scottish comedian/enne lawrence chaney took over trixie's channel a few weeks ago

GRAHAM NORTON SHOW IS BACK ON FRIDAY!!! 9/27 Lady Gaga, Colin Farrell, Demi Moore, Richard Ayoade, and Jack Savoretti & Miles Kane 10/4 Hugh Grant, Sebastian Stan, Greg Davies, and Neneh Cherry

i know i talked about this last week but just so everything is in one place here are the links for bobby mair's and harriet kemsley's episodes of the divorce podcast

vic reeves recently made a few comments about wanting to get back with bob to do something new 🥹

some new books out! and most of these include book tours — including richard osman in the USA this week!!! tickets here We Solve Murders by Richard Osman Friends of Dorothy by Sandi Toksvig Jokes, Jokes, Jokes by Jenny Eclair Frankie by Graham Norton

speaking of people coming to north america here are a few coming up: 9/5–10/3 Jamali Maddix 10/11–10/27 Sindhu Vee 11/8 Michael & Jack Whitehall 11/9–13 Paul Chowdhry 2025 Romesh Ranganathan, Mo Gilligan (can anyone else believe ben elton went to mf abu dhabi but couldn't make it over to the usa for a show or two 🥲)

david o'doherty has a new podcast out with max rushden called what did you do yesterday?, and the first guests include elis james, lou sanders, alex horne, josh widdicombe, and suzi ruffell

just a reminder that fin taylor is still...fin tayloring over on ig

joe lycett is currently filming a series for sky where he goes to all of the birminghams in the usa LMAO he's giving sneak peeks of his country-wide travels on his social media so check them out hehe

fern brady won big at the sky arts awards :")<3

[whatislovevavy]

9. Faint Heartbeat

Jake Seresin x OC (Caledonia Hughes)

WC: 4.5k

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Warnings: swearing, mentions of smut (18+), mostly angst

AN: Apologies for the wait, but here's the 9th chapter :) Enjoy :) Thank you @sebsxphia for the encouragement to write this story when it was in development, it means the world <3 Also a big thank you to @royallyprincesslilly for the design of the divider 

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"Jake," 

Your honeyed glazed tone met his ears. 

The warm golden glow of his bedroom caressed his visual field, your upright form languidly supported by your hands behind you. 

His eyes traced the expanse of your body; red lace accentuating the curves of your lush breasts and the barely visible lace thong hugging your hips as you crossed your legs over the edge of his bed. 

He audibly swallowed, unable to move. 

You bit your lip softly, pearly teeth almost piercing the bottom lip, trailing your eyes up his form. 

He watched as the cherry red painted nail on your forefinger gleamed in the warm light as it moved in a come-hither motion. 

His legs moved on their own accord until he could feel the sweet, tart scent of strawberries touch his nose.

Only the soft buzz of unsaid electricity separated you both.

Your stare was too intense. Heavy and lust filled. He knew that once his eyes met yours, he wouldn't be able to look away. 

“Come closer.”

Jake didn’t know if he could get any closer. 

But none the less he followed the same honeyed tone, letting his hands softly uncross her legs and place them around his waist. 

Your breaths intermingled as your lips just grazed each other’s.

Your gaze met his, and he was trapped in place.

He swallowed, unable to look away.

Like a fly in a black widow’s web. 

Your eyes were glassy as they seemed to open up his soul for all to see.

Every good memory and bad intention he ever committed, laid before her eyes.

“Why didn’t you want me anymore?”

His throat tightened, regret flashing before his eyes as he took in your now teary eyes and sob wracked tone.

“Caledonia, I-,” he said desperately.

Suddenly, you were cowering away from him, moving further and further up the bed.

“Was I not good enough for you?”

Your tone made his heart clench.

“No, Sweet-”

“Too hard for you to love?”

Tears flowed down your cheeks, eyes red, and bottom lip wobbling with each sob that left your throat like a wounded fox. He could feel his heart sinking like lead into his chest, wanting to reach out, comfort you, and tell you that you weren’t hard to love.

Not in the slightest.

“Just go, Hangman,”

Your snarl made his heartbeat sound in his ears, making it feel like it was getting harder and harder to breath. 

Jake sucked in a breath as he awoke, met with only the silence of his room and subtle wirring of the air conditioner.

He was gasping for breath, feeling his sheets constrict him as his sweat permeated the material. 

His sheets crumpled to the floor as he flung his body upright and over the edge, putting his head in his hands as he tried to gain control of his breathing.

He let his eyes clench and relax.

This was his burden to bear.

His thoughts raced around one set of words, like planets around a star.

We shouldn’t do this arrangement anymore. I’m sorry.

—

Thump.

Thump.

The soft beating of your heart was only sound that registered in your mind that you were still alive.

We shouldn’t do this arrangement anymore. I’m sorry.

Perhaps ‘alive’ was too… optimistic.

We shouldn’t do this arrangement anymore. I’m sorry.

Existing. That was a better word.

We shouldn’t do this arrangement anymore. I’m sorry.

Breathing in. Breathing out. Heartbeat faint.

We shouldn’t do this arrangement anymore. I’m sorry.

You snuggled closer into your covers, letting your eyes clench shut before letting them rest.

The soft sequential knocks on your door met your ears. But you didn’t move.

“Caledonia? Sweetie?”

Penny’s soft voice, made you shift your head up a bit to see her.

Her face was painted in worry, with a tight lip and slight pinch between her eyebrows. 

“You hungry?”

Soft puffs of breath gently landed on your rumpled sheets, shaking your head. 

It had been like this for the better part of three weeks. Three weeks since those pixelated letters pierced your heart like an arrow into an elk. 

Penny softly sighed, “Ella will be here in a few hours, she wanted to do something for you that might make you feel better.”

Silence permeated your room that no longer held it’s usual air of coziness; now it just held the same sombering feeling of going through the wreckage of a tornado-struck house. 

You let out a small ‘Ok,” voice gravelly from lack of speaking that made Penny’s heart clench. 

“Let me know if you need anything, Ok?”

You softly sighed, nodding, adjusting in your bed.

—

“Ella, I don’t think I’m up for this,” you groaned as your friend dragged you towards Cuticles & Curls, the salon you both frequented when you could together.

He halted, putting her hands on your shoulders and taking a deep breath before bringing her gaze to yours.

“Caledonia, I’m not going to leave you at Penny’s to cry over some idiot manwhore who didn’t have the brains to know that letting you go was a mistake and for not doing what he did in person. You deserve better and… some of this is partially my fault, so let me help cheer you up. Michelle was worried about you, and understands, so she pitched in as well.”

Your eyebrows furrowed. Dr. Cortez, your PhD advisor, pitched in money. For you to get your nails and hair done?

“She knows you’re going through a lot these past few weeks and haven’t been in the lab much because of it. I was surprised too.”

“You shouldn’t feel responsible for this. I was the one who signed that stupid contract. I’m the one who decided to fuck him.”

Your lip quivered, eyes beginning to glaze over. 

“Ok, stop. No. No more thinking about him, ok? Here, “ she gestured towards the salon, “he doesn’t exist, it’s just that strawberry shampoo you like and a million options for nail polish. Plus, we have to get your revenge look in order before you start work again.”

You nodded, wiping your nose with your sweatshirt sleeve, letting out a chuckle and a sniffle. 

—

“Do you feel better?”

A soft smile graced your lips, a now foreign warmth filling your chest.

“Yeah, I feel better, feel cleaner.”

You looked at your cherry red nails, watching as they gleamed the color of sin in the late afternoon sunset. 

Ella gave you a side hug as you both walked back to her car, admiring the reinvigorated copper shine of your locks and the fresh scent of strawberries wafting off of your locks.

“There is one more thing I had planned for us to do today.”

—

Phoenix tried to remember the words you told her as she watched Hangman make his way towards his aircraft, helmet languidly swinging in his hand.

"Just-just don't hurt him, ok?"

She could still vividly hear the sniffles and see your red tainted, tear soaked eyes as you begged Halo and Phoenix to not lay a hand on him. 

Phoenix had repressed her anger these past few weeks. For your sake. 

That didn’t mean she didn’t bust Hangman’s balls any chance she got. 

Her jaw was tense, eyes sharp as she pinpointed her glare on the back of his head.

How dare he laugh like he did nothing wrong?

Did taking you virginity mean nothing to him? 

Was defending her at Admiral Cain's retirement ball all for show?

"Phoenix, you hear me?" 

Her eyes darted to the familiar green ones, face still marked in one of steadily brewing aggression and hostility. 

"You fine covering me while I go after Fitch?"

She continued to stare at him, jaw tense before moving past him. 

—

"What the fuck Phoenix! I thought you had me up there." 

Phoenix continued walking, a stoic expression on her face as she strode. 

“Hey, what’s your problem-”

In a flash, Phoenix turned back to him.

“You are such an asshole, Bagman, you know that?” She hissed, venom dripping with every word. 

She watched his slightly taken aback face and parted lips. 

“Do you have any idea what you’ve put Cali through?”

Her eyebrows rose as she watched him swallow with a deer in the headlights look on his face.

She scoffed, “Nothing to say for your actions, huh?”

Jake took a look around to notice that their interaction had garnered the attention of his fellow aviators. 

She turned away.

“I did it for her, not for me,” His tone quiet. 

She stopped, almost unable to believe what she was hearing, the tone even more so given it was the antithesis of his entire persona.

He watched as she turned back to him, stopping only a few inches before him, holding his gaze like a leopard meeting one of a gazelle’s. 

She scoffed again, “We both know that’s a lie,”

He felt like someone had poured ice water down his back, and it didn’t help that he knew his colleagues were listening.

“You’ve always done things for yourself, it’s the one thing we could count on you for for years."

He swallowed, feeling the San Diego sun beat down on him. 

“Just answer me one thing… Why did you do it?”

Jake swallowed, “Do what?”

Phoenix rolled her eyes, tone sharp, “Do this fucked up arrangement with her? Did you even think about her in this or were you just too engrossed in the idea of being someone’s first?”

“I-I just wanted to help her out… I wanted her first time to be safe and… for her to enjoy herself.”

Her glare sharpened.

“Really? So you just didn’t think there be any repercussions to you being a “good samaritan”? Thought you could just drop her once your “job” was done?”

Her eyebrows rose, waiting for an answer.

Jake watched as her breathing grew heavier with poorly concealed rage.

“I don’t know.”

Wrong answer.

Crack. 

Jake stumbled back, almost losing his balance.

A few noises of surprise left the group of aviators standing in the periphery of the altercation. 

Pain spread from his nose to the rest of his head.

“Jesus,” he groaned, anger spreading through him.

He wiped against the underside of his bleeding nose, keeping his gaze on the woman infront of him, her fist clenching and releasing sporadically. 

But her gaze did not deter.

“Do you have any idea what you mean’t to her?”

The pain in his heart soon rivaled that of what throbbed in his nose. 

She nodded, biting the inside of her cheek at lack of response as she watched the drop of crimson dribble down to his lip.

“You’re a fucking coward,” She scoffed, leaving Jake to deal with his actions on the hot San Diego Tarmac.

—

“And this one is Ginger, she’s a few months old,” 

You cooed at the small orange tabby kitten on your lap, while Ella cradled an older black cat, Ghost. 

“Aww, she’s absolutely adorable,” you couldn’t hide the excitement on your face as she purred and nuzzled at your hand. 

“Thanks again, Katylyn, for letting us come by.”

The brunette smiled, “It’s no problem, we’re always welcome to visitors, and I owe a lot of favors to Ella.”

You softly smiled, turning your gaze back to the kitten in your lap.

But a pair of small blue eyes caught your eye in the corner crate.

The little thing looked so shy and scared.

Your lip quirked in your pout, “What’s that little one’s name?”

Ella and Katylyn both looked towards the little feline huddled in the corner.

“Oh, that’s Chanel, she’s one of the older cats here. Unfortunately, she’s been here about a year and hasn’t found a home yet. She’s on the shyer side and it kind of deters new cat owners looking to adopt that come in.”

Your lip quirked to the side as you took in each word.

Chanel deserved better than this.

“I’d like to see her, and maybe pet her if that’s alright.”

A small smile blossomed on Katylyn’s lips, “I think that can be arranged, Ella can you hold both Ghost and Gingy?”

“Of course, Oh wait I want to see her too”

You laughed as she got up, trying to balance both cats in her arms.

Katylyn cooed softly at Chanel as she gently unlocked the crate, leaving it open for her to see her surroundings. 

You pouted as you saw her sit up, but still cower towards the back of her crate.

“She’s really sweet, she just isn’t very open around people,” Katylyn reassured softly.

“Aw, sweetie, it’s ok. I’m not gonna hurt you,” you cooed as you softly brought your hand into the crate with a gently closed fist.

Your lip quirked as she gingerly sniffed and rubbed at your hand.

"Aww, you're just a little snuggle bug."

Chanel started to carefully move towards you, letting your hand settle on top of her head. 

Katylyn exchanged a look with Ella, shooting her a small smile. 

"Would you be interested in taking her home?"

You paused your movement on her fluffy, soft tan, white, and black blotched coat. 

"Oh, I don't know if I'd be able to-"

"I talked with Penny beforehand. If you wanna take her home, you can."

Your lips parted. 

Ella only gave you a love-filled smile. 

You gave Katylyn a small smile, biting back a full blown grin, "where do I sign?"

—

"See the cute man there? That's Agent Mulder, and we would die for Agent Mulder. But we won't die for any man, no matter how good they are at oral sex, but we'll make an exception for him."

You cooed as you scratched Chanel's head as she purred contentedly in your pajama clad lap in your bed, computer propped up and playing reruns of the X-Files.

You shook your head, feeling the visceral reaction to how Hangman used to treat you.

How he used to do sinful things with his tongue.

How he used to find those spots inside you so easily. 

How he used to kiss you and call you "Lass" and "Sweetheart."

How you couldn’t even think about the powder blue dildo in your bottom bedside drawer without thinking about how he filled you so perfectly. 

How he defended you at Admiral Cain's retirement ball.

No one had ever done anything like that for you, any of this before.

No. You weren't going to think about him. 

He made it clear he didn't want you anymore like that. 

He didn’t even want you as girlfriend; only someone he could get his dick wet with.

You should have listened to Phoenix.

A sigh left your lips, letting your thoughts wander to the bouquet of hydrangeas and baby's breath on your desk that Bob and Bradley had gotten to cheer you up. 

Your lip quirked. 

You almost forgot that Halo had tried to set you up on a date with one of her gym buddies on base.

The thought of going on a date didn't sound appealing in the slightest. If anything, you didn't want to become romantically involved with any man in the near future. 

It was all too much and you needed to heal after spending a few months in this situationship.

Plus, you were more than content to live vicariously through Ella and Bradley's newly sprouted relationship. 

It was bittersweet; you were happy for her but it also served as a devastating reminder of what you failed to have with Ja-Hangman. 

God, how stupid you were to do this arrangement with him. 

You couldn't even make use of the sex toys he bought you; they only served as a reminder of your mistake. 

Your libido had taken a hit with your steadily tanking mental health, but when you did feel in the mood you couldn't bring yourself to the same precipice of pleasure that he had been able to so easily. 

It frustrated you to no end when you let your thoughts wander.

He couldn't leave you alone, could he? 

Was the memory of his touch, smile, and gaze supposed to haunt you for the rest of your life?

Every time you felt that familiar tingle in your clit, your heart would drop. 

The reminder of what you had never had to begin with ever present. 

You could feel the dip in your mental state grow steeper as you pulled yourself from thoughts of the green-eyed pilot you gave your body and heart to.

A sigh left your lips as you clued back into the episode playing on your computer, Chanel's soft puffs of breath barely audible above Mulder and Scully's verbal exchanges. 

You both were just two girls that had been abandoned. 

Maybe that was why she warmed up to you so quickly.

You snuggled closer into your bed, mentally preparing for your first night at work in four weeks, Chanel still purring as you scratched the white fluffy coat on her back and under her chin. 

—

It had been four weeks.

Jake couldn't sleep. 

He hadn't been able to for a while. 

Those same pixelated words haunted each crevice of his mind, both day and night. 

As did Phoenix's on the tarmac. 

And her punch to his nose, which thinking back on it, he deserved. 

The dull pain in his nose came back at the memory. 

As did the continued glares from Phoenix and the looks of pity from Coyote. 

And the uncharacteristic silence from Bob. And the looks from Bradshaw. 

The last one he was sort of blindsided by. 

You’re such a dumbass, his gaze said everytime. 

He hadn’t had the energy or the courage to show his face at the Hard Deck since.

The interactions with his coworkers on base was enough.  

And he didn’t want to give Phoenix the opportunity to punch him again. 

He could feel each and every little thing get to him; Someone standing too close to him, an ill-placed joke, a co-workers gaze staying on him a little too long.

Everything itched his senses in the worst way. 

It didn’t help that his flying had taken a hit these past few weeks.

He couldn’t even drive by Francisco’s or the Biochemistry labs at UC San Diego without his heart turning to lead, sinking into the deepest, darkest pit in his chest.

He couldn’t look at the ocean for too long without being reminded of the dark sapphire hue of your eyes, or the red roses his neighbor had planted as they only reminded him of the way your lips looked when he danced with you at Admiral Cain’s retirement ball. 

He couldn’t think about the contract he made for you. 

The one that he had diligently penned in the activities he got to do with you that he had stowed away in his bottom bedside drawer. 

Maybe this was what an existential crisis felt like. 

Perhaps this decision wasn’t what was best. 

He didn’t understand why everything had gone to shit. 

Sure, it started with your smile and how you greeted him, eyes all bright and beautiful. 

The sex always had sprinkles of something more in it. More than just a friends with benefits relationship. But he tried his best to ignore the feeling, summing it up to just being good friends, and wanting to give her the experience that he knew few men could give her.

It was what you deserved, he reasoned. 

But then the sex became the closest thing he had ever described as love-making; holding hands, cuddling and making breakfast together afterwards, and sweet, loving exchanges.

And then you took care of him like no other woman besides what his mom had done. 

Not even his first real girlfriend. 

The way you looked into his soul with such softness as you rose up and down his cock that one night, was one of the most terrifying moments of his life. 

A soft knock on his door lifted his brain from the dark and murky thoughts that drowned his mind as he watched the overhead fan above his bed.

“What is it, Javy?” He said, voice raspy from lack of use. 

“We need to talk,” Javy closed the door behind him, taking a seat on Jake’s bed. 

“What’s there to talk about.”

“This, you’ve been like this for weeks. Getting snippy with people at work, socially ostracizing yourself, and it’s not everyday that Phoenix clocks you in the nose.”

Jake sighed, putting his head in his hands and groaning. 

It was all becoming too much. He just wanted to feel normal.

And for people to leave him alone.

He wished he could be able to meet a woman at the Hard Deck, take her home and then never have to worry about seeing her again. 

But he had no motivation to do so.

They weren’t you. 

“I’m fine, Javy.”

“Look, I know you’re not fine… And I think it’s because of you ending things with Caledonia.”

Jake’s blood turned icy at the mention of your name.

It still sounded so beautiful. 

He couldn’t bring himself to say your name during the past four weeks. 

He let out a rattled breath, “look, it doesn’t matter, just drop it.”

Javy gave him an incredulous look, scoffing, “No, it does matter, because the way I see it you broke Caledonia’s heart because you can’t handle having real feelings for a woman.”

Jake sent a glare his way, jaw tense.

Javy rose his eyebrows, waiting for his longtime friend to respond.

He couldn’t think a non-incriminating response, electing to stay silent and look towards the window with a softened glare.

But that was the only answer Javy needed. 

Javy looked closely at Jake’s face; the disheveled hair, layer of scruff on his cheeks, the irritability, the avoidance of coworkers and friends.

It all reminded Javy of the first, and only, time his dad broke up with his mom.

Javy’s father used to recount their break up during Valentines day or on his mom’s birthday, saying it attributed to him deciding to marry her.

“I just couldn’t live without your Mamãe, and that time away from her made me realize how much I loved her.” 

Javy’s lip quirked as he remembered his father’s soothing voice, so filled with love for his mom.

“You love her, don’t you?”

Jake’s eyes darted to Javy’s, sitting up.

“What?”

“I said, you love her, don’t you? That’s why you spent so much time with her at the bartop and decided to do this arrangement. And defended her so fiercely that night of the retirement gala. You love her."

Jake sputtered over his words, scoffing, shaking his head, eyebrows pinched.

“That’s- no, I was just-”

“No? So you just feel so bad about what happened with Caledonia that you’ve just been inducing a deep depressive episode, even though you’ve had situationships with countless other women before, and never showed even an ounce of remorse like this before?”

Jake swallowed, unable to speak, his thoughts racing as fast as his throat was closing up. 

Javy brought his open palm onto his shoulder, squeezing, “look, you need to talk to her, because what you’re doing is only hurting you and her. And contrary to popular belief, you both deserve better than that.”  

“I’m going to be at Delilah's tonight. I hear that Caledonia is coming back for the closing shift at Penny’s… and for what it’s worth, she cares about you. Genuinely. 

Javy gave him a sympathetic smile with a shrug as he turned to leave his room, the door closing with a soft click. 

A rattled sigh left his lips. 

He knew what Javy was implying.

She wouldn’t hurt you like Regina.

He knew that, but he felt love with Regina.

And this was more intense with what he had with you. 

But maybe what I had with Regina wasn’t love?

His eyes widened, sitting up with a look of relization on his face. 

What he felt with Regina wasn’t love. It was a deep infatuation. A dependence on her induced by manipulation and the hope that he would be enough.

Maybe that’s why you scared him so much. 

Because you loved him. 

His thoughts raced to a halt; only one thing on his mind: And I love her. 

He all but clambered out of bed to find you at the Hard Deck. 

—

“Here you go, guys,” you said softly with a smile as you served drinks to the group of aviators. 

“Thanks, Cal. You feeling better?”

You gave a gentle smile and a shrug towards Phoenix as she gave you a sympathetic smile in return, “doing as best as I can.”

She still hadn’t told you about breaking Jake’s nose.

Bob gave you a comforting smile. 

“How’s Chanel settling in?”

Your eyes drifted to Bradshaw’s kind ones, your smile growing brighter.

“She’s doing well, she’s started exploring the rest of the house and getting more comfortable… you guys are all welcome to come by and see her.”

“Wait, who’s Chanel?”

Your face morphed into an expression of realization as you looked towards Fanboy. You hadn’t told anyone about Chanel besides Phoenix and Ella. 

It made sense that Bradley would know since he and Ella were practically attached at the hip now. 

“Oh, sorry, she’s a cat I adopted about a week ago. Here,” you pulled out your phone, pulling up a few pictures, “isn’t she cute?”

“Oh my God, she’s fucking adorable. Jesus Christ.”

You started giggling as Fanboy’s expression shifted to one of intense happiness as he scrolled through picture after picture of your white, beige and black fluff ball with blue eyes.

Her laying on her back, pearl white belly up. Her snuggling into your side. Her looking expectantly at the foot of your bed.

“Ok, Chanel, I see you. Damn, she’s so photogenic,” you laughed harder as Payback took the phone from Fanboy. 

You were flagged down by a few patrons across the bar.

 “I’ll be back in a few, you can keep my phone if you guys wanna see more pictures, anyone else want anything?”

The group gave various answers of “no.”

As you left to deal with another set of customers during the Friday night rush, the group of aviators gathered closer to look over at your phone.

Rooster and Pheonix didn’t feel as inclined since they knew about her before the others.

They both exchanged smirks as their coworkers were reduced to cooing and awwing messes at the sight of your new companion. 

—

Caledonia said goodbye to the last of patrons leaving the Hard Deck, as she wiped down the last table. 

Soon, you were gathering her purse and sweatshirt from the backroom and locking the front door. 

A sigh left your lips as you turned around, eyes and hands preoccupied with getting your car keys out of your purse.

Your eyes rose to it’s normal level, doing a double take at what laid before her.

Your heart stopped, body tensing. 

A stubbly cheeked, hair disheveled, basketball shorts and worn t-shirt wearing man was standing a few meters ahead of her.

“Jake?"

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Fᴿᴱᴰ... (i)      1.   the virgin suicides (1999) dir. sofia coppola    2.    society (1989) dir. brian yuzna    3.     the evil dead (1981) dir. sam raimi    4.     a nightmare on elm street 4: the dream master (1988) dir. renny harlin    5.     the burning (1981) dir. tony maylam     6.     the breakfast club (1985) dir. john hughes     7.     twin peaks (tv, 1990-2017)     8.    ryan phillippe    9.    mark-paul gosselaar    10.    scream (2022) dir.  matt bettinelli-olpin, tyler gillett    11.    the loved ones (2009) dir. sean byrne    12.    beetlejuice (1988) dir. tim burton   13.    the x files (tv, 1993-2018)    14.    martin solveig feat. dragonette - boys & girls    15.    back to the old house - the smiths   16.    scooby doo 2: monsters unleashed (2004) dir. raja gosnell 

Vᴱᴸᴹᴬ... (ii)     1.    mirror mirror (1990) dir. marina sargenti    2.    vampire in brooklyn (1995) dir. wes craven    3.    kilo kish    4.    detention (2011) dir. joseph kahn    5.    cherry falls (2000) dir. geoffrey wright    6.    the scream, 1893 by edvard munch    7.    the breakfast club (1985) dir. john hughes    8.    scooby doo 2: monsters unleashed (2004) script by james gunn    9.    a nightmare on elm street 4: the dream master (1988) dir.   renny harlin    10.    bones (2001) dir. ernest dickerson    11.     le fabuleux destin d'amélie poulain (2001) dir. jean-pierre jeunet    12.     the craft (1996) dir. andrew fleming    13.    ghost world (2001) dir. terry zwigoff    14.    susie searches (2023) dir. sophie kargman

Sᴴᴬᴳᴳʸ... (iii)    1.     clueless (1995) dir. amy heckerling    2.    detention (2011) dir. joseph kahn    3.    hereditary (2018) dir. ari aster     4.     basket case (1982) dir. frank henenlotter    5.    smiley face (2007) dir. gregg araki     6.    unicorn kid - boys of paradise     7.    heath ledger    8.    the new radicals - you've been brainwashed too   9.    narrow head - ash tray    10.   go (1999) dir. doug liman 

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Saw that Milos Kerkez is wanted by many big accounts on twitter, including him in their future starting eleven. What do you think of him? Can he be tha future Robbo replacement or is he a tad bit overhyped? I have seen him a few times, he is good, but far from brilliant.

i've though a lot about this question and i have agree he is very much a diamond in the rough! ⚠️yapping below⚠️

kerkez really suits iraola's system: bournemouth play a 4-2-4 in possession, where the fullbacks are free to bomb forward, and kerkez regularly roams into the middle + final thirds to support the forwards. important caveat cos i don't think all this waffling would be fair if i didn't mention this: i Luv iraola but my knowledge on bournemouth's tactical build up is patchy at best so if i have any cherries supporters following me pls feel free to correct me BUT in the first half of the season kerkez's attacking play took a back seat as iraola was more focused on improving his defensive game; he only recently started to play more offensively. before his suspension he started in a more advanced position, and earlier in the month he had a really impressive performance against yanited where dogwalked the mancs <3

so he's naturally a more attacking player who loves going forward into the opponent's half and in front of the penalty area, and this can be seen in both his numbers and the eye test. below are sceenshots from fbref, the first one is from last season when he played for AZ in the eredivisie (2671 minutes) and the second one is from the current season (1880 minutes), as you can see at AZ he was put into a much more offensive role, while at bournemouth he hasn't really had the chance to shine yet. also really important to mention that obviously the PL is much harder to break into and it’s much more difficult for a newcomer to put out great performances on a regular basis

his defensive stats leave Uhhh something to be desired, but all of his weaknesses can be improved, he's only 20 after all. as i mentioned he's an attacking-minded fullback, he's always positioning himself to either provide key passes or be in a goalscoring position (those two BCMs against united 🥀) etc AND one thing that i wanted to highlight is his high quality crossing ability (here's a video of his through balls compiled by marc lamberts, a scout for malmö FF)

let's put all this into arne slot's system: big slotter loves when his teams create numerical overloads; in possession, one of his fullbacks invert to form a double pivot with the #6, and the other is high up to overload the midfield or to overlap with the winger, which is what kerkez does at bournemouth. the hungarian national team plays a back 3 with kerkez as a wingback which lets him go forward more and hides his weaknesses as he has less defensive responsibilities.

in MY opinion kerkez is a good inverstment for the future. another name that's been thrown around is aït-nouri, who i think is the better player currently but i see kerkez fitting slot's system better. i have no idea how this transfer window will go but interestingly, our new sporting director, richard hughes, was instrumental in the signing of kerkez from AZ 🤔 if robbo decides to stay then kerkez would be a gamble (but a promising one??), if robbo stays but tsimi goes i think promoting one of the academy boys like owen beck into the first team would be a smarter choice. anyway i digress i don't think we'll make a move for kerkez in the near future but i'm interested in how his second year in the PL goes because i truly think that he could be a really really great premier league fullback. the talent's all there

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My May, June, July, & August Reads

Prairie, Dresses, Art, Other, Danielle Dutton - I put this on hold because 1) I love Dutton's novel, Margaret the First, and 2) the cover art is so different and so great. I really enjoyed the experience of reading PDAO; it made me feel smart, like I was back in school. That said, I also had to skim some of the "Art" section because it went over my head. I was most engrossed by the short stories in "Prairie" and the collection of literary dress quotes in "Dresses." In a fun coincidence, I had just started reading Lolly Willowes, and one of the dress quotes is pulled from that novel. Keep doing you, Danielle Dutton—I love your weird brain.

Lolly Willowes: or, The Loving Huntsman, Sylvia Townsend Warner - Another book I picked up because 1) I enjoyed a different novel by the author (in this case, Warner's Black Death nun book, The Corner That Held Them) and 2) the cover art called to me (in this case, witches flying on brooms across a hideous yellow background). Lolly Willowes is a wild ride—it was the first-ever book selected by the Book of the Month Club!—and yes, there are witches.

Beautyland, Marie-Helene Bertino - It took me longer than expected to get invested in this, for which I blame my tragic attention span, but I was hooked as soon as the protagonist started her high school years. A beautiful character, the most beautiful writing, and of course I cried buckets.

The Alternatives, Caoilinn Hughes - A novel about four sisters! Set in Ireland! It's funny and cynical! Unfortunately it lost my interest for a hot second 3/4 of the way through, but the insane ending saved the day.

Any Person Is the Only Self: Essays, Elisa Gabbert - An all-time favorite. If reading is central to your identity, you must get this book.

Grief Is for People, Sloane Crosley - I will think about the Grand Central Station scene forever. Yes, this book is very sad, but also there's a lot of publishing industry gossip. After you read it, I highly recommend listening to her interview on the Longform podcast.

Tom Lake, Ann Patchett - Some people, including people I know, did not enjoy this novel, and I simply can't relate. I loved every page, every character, every relationship, the Michigan setting, learning about the play Our Town and sewing and harvesting cherries. I loved it so much that I'm going to see Our Town on Broadway next month; Katie Holmes is playing Mrs. Webb and my first thought was, "Wow.....Joey Potter aged out of playing Emily, we are all so old." Thank you, Ann Patchett!

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hi! <3 6, 11 & 15? xx

hi lovely!!!! tysm for dropping an ask <33

6. interesting AU

a FAVORITE concept of mine is from @atinylittlepain with their series Hungry Hearts!! 80s joel miller teenage romance that has sandlot mixed with john hughes vibes and an incredibly bad ass reader nicknamed cherry that flashes forward to joel & cherry meeting again as adults and it is just MY FAVORITE adaption of like neighbor/no outbreak au but also like gin creates such a world with their words. INCREDIBLE.

11. memorable ending

a recent but immediate favorite is from lovely bea @cupofjoel with her one shot A Matter of Time. i am obsessed with fics written from joel's POV and bea just beautifully took a look into that fictional man's brain and created something gorgeous. and the ENDING god it made me kick my feet and giggle after i gasped.

15. fic(s) that inspired you to write

literally anything by my love hanny @swiftispunk cause han was the one to really encourage me to start writing after we got chatting after i fell in LOVE with her writing. my FAVORITE FAVORITE FAVORITE fic by her has to be the In My Hometown series. just IMMACULATE.