#ik i changed tenses like halfway through just ignore it

[lokiiied]

okay since roy wasn't in the locker room when the entire team clocked jamie as gay so I thought like what if roy knows he has a crush on jamie but thinks it's never gonna happen because he is 100% sure jamie is straight because he slept with so many women over the years oblivious about the fact that everyone clocks jamie as gay and then pining happens

no i don’t think you understand anon this is driving me INSANE. cuz obviously roy needed to be the one to go and talk to isaac since he’s the one who made him captain and they both have a tendency to let their anger build up etc. it was a really important moment.

but also interesting how they were the two people who, in that moment, we most wanted to be in the locker room.

obviously isaac, being colin’s best friend, who wasn’t there when he came out to the entire team.

and then roy, who, i am convinced if he was in the room jamie would have totally played up his reaction to the team clocking him as queer wayy more for roy. like, yjk he would have made direct eye contact with roy and back to the team with his hand to his heart like, “oh boys, i’m flattered…feels good to be seen.” and then done a subtle wink at roy or smth.

and can you imagine roy’s reaction to that?? he’d go all red and excuse himself to the boot room and after a couple minutes jamie’d come in n be like “hey?” and roy’d turn around furious and say “what the fuck was that?” and jamie, all tease would ask, “what was what?” and roy’d say, “you know what. just now. you winking at me and shit in front of everyone. it was fucking embarassing—” and jamie’d take a step forward, “why? you flirt with me in front of everyone all the time—” and roy’d scoff and say, “flirt? i don’t flirt with you, jamie. i’m your coach. that would be completely—” and jamie’d close the gap and cautiously bring his hands to roy’s shoulders, “roy, mate…calm down” and first roy would growl and then he’d take a breath, holding eye contact with jamie and exhale. jamie’d lower his hands and tuck them under his shirt like he does and take a small step back.

���i weren’t flirting…exactleh. i mean…unless you wanted it to be. i just…wanted you to know that i’m not straight either.” and roy’s expression would soften and he’d swallow his misdirected anger in exchange for nervous inquiry. “why?” and jamie’d look down at his shifting feet and shrug, “dunno. just thought you might wanna know.” then he’d look back up to meet roy’s eyes, searching them for some sort of signal as to how he felt about that answer…before remembering it was only half time. “uh, right then. i should probableh…” he’d point towards the door and pull roy back into reality with him. the pitch and the players and fans awaiting them outside. “right” would be all he could manage to get past his tongue. and jamie’d nod, “coach.” and pivot towards the door, his glance lingering for a moment past the shelves adjacent to roy. “william” he’d address the space before leaving roy standing there suddenly aware of the remaining presence.

“fuuuck.”

“i heard nothing” will promised, hands up in surrender. and roy growled just as a finger tapped at the window. he turned to see ted giving him a face as if asking, everything okay in there? and roy gave him a nod as if to answer, be out in a sec. but just as his hand was on door he heard a theatric throat clearing from behind. “fucks sake.” he turned to face the kitman.

“i know it’s absolutely none of my business—”

“this had better be the most fucking insightful shit i’ve ever heard in my fucking life kitman, or i swear to god you’ll have to to legally change your last name to i-couldn’t-keep-my-mouth-shut-when-professionally-appropriate-so-i-had-to-move-back-in-with-my-mum.”

will swallowed, eyes wide, and nodded. “um right then. okay, well…i think the worst thing you can do to yourself to is to…limit…or—” roy raised his eyebrows. “uh, confine ourselves to labels and boxes that we - or society - have put us in. i think it’s the most wonderful thing to see yourself opening up to new possibilities…to let go of binaries and stop restricting yourself - and others - from the fluidity of life’s experiences.” another, much more modest throat clear.

and roy would “hm” before leaving the boot room and taking his place on the pitch next to ted, opposite of beard. both turning their heads to roy, eyebrows raised, and roy giving a curt nod, which they mirrored before all three returning their attention to the game.

but roy’s head was not in the game. it wouldn’t be there tonight as he’d lie in bed trying to fall asleep. and it definitely wouldn’t be there tomorrow at 4am.

—

just so you all know…this was the writing i lost last night when my tumblr refreshed without wifi and apparently hadn’t saved any of it lol.

but luckily i am high rn and was able to remember almost word for word what i’d written so here you go.

[sunshineystilinski]

Window Pain - Part 3

Pairing: Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader

Warnings: cursing and a breakup (idek if it should be listed at a warning, just making sure)

Prompt: so this is when the reader and lin broke up in high school! 

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Word Count: 882 (ITS SHORT IK IM SORRY FRIENDS)

part one part two part four part five | masterlist

You gazed out the window, watching the lights of cars pass through Washington Heights. You turned around to look at the clock on the wall. You would be home alone until 11:00 tonight, making your Sunday night pretty empty.

A knock on the door interrupted your silence. You made your way towards the source, opening the creaky wooden door. On the other side was Lin, red roses in his hand and a smile on his face.

You hugged him tightly, never wanting to let go. He kissed your forehead, placing the roses in your hand.

“To what do I owe the pleasure?” You smiled, taking his hand. He flashed a cheesy grin back.

“I have great news. Amazing news actually. Perfect news? Is that a thing?” He rambled, but you put a finger to his lips. He smiled again and pressed a kiss to your finger.

“I got accepted into Wesleyan University.” He announced. The color drained from your face, your smile fading. As soon as you realized it, you put on a fake smile and hugged him quickly. You ignored the tears threatening to fall down your face. 

“That’s amazing, love.” You voice began to crack. He immediately took notice, bringing your hands to his.

“Y/N? Are you okay?” He questioned. He wiped the tear rolling down your face. He placed his hand on your cheek, his thumb rubbing against your skin.

“It’s- it’s nothing.” You choked out, the tears cascading down your cheeks.

“Don’t you try to tell me it’s nothing. I know you.” He stated, using his other hand to take yours. “Just tell me.”

“I don’t want you to leave.” You mumbled, but he was unable to hear your words.

“What?” He asked.

“I don’t want you to leave.” You mumbled again, a little louder. You didn’t want him to hear you.

“I can’t hear you.”

“I don’t want you to leave!” You shouted, causing him to jerk his hands away. The tears continued to fall, but silence filled the room. 

“Are you serious?” He responded, his voice hoarse.

“Excuse me?” 

“Are you fucking serious? You think I wanna do this? You think I’m willingly choosing to leave you?” He yelled, his voice echoing through the walls.

“Clearly, you made this decision to leave!” You fired back, the tears multiplying.

“Because I have to! I got excepted to the one place I want to go! I worked my ass off for this spot. God, can’t you just be happy for me?” HIs eyes grew glossy, but his words remained vicious.

“So I’m supposed to be happy that the one person who makes my life worth living is leaving?” 

“Y/N, I can’t believe you! When you got accepted into NYU, who was there cheering you on! Me! I was there for you, can’t you be here for me?” 

“Can’t you understand where I’m coming from?” 

“You’re being selfish, that’s what it is! The minute something doesn’t go your way, you bring everyone around you down!”

“Because I’m so selfish.” You responded, sarcasm lacing your words.

“You have been your whole life! I used to push it away because I loved you and thought I could ignore it, but I don’t know if I can do that anymore!” He shouted, immediately regretting his words.

“Lov- loved?” You whispered, turning away from him.

“Shit- baby-fuck- please, I didn’t mean it like that.” His voice changed, becoming soft. He tried to grab our hand but you tore it away.

“Sure you didn’t.” You responded, your voice altering. You sounded worried, the sternness disappearing.

“Don’t do this, baby. Not now.”

“Do what? Doubt that my boyfriend loves me?” You spit, walking away.

“Really? Really? I cannot believe you right now. This is why I said tha-” 

“This is why you said what? That you loved me? In past tense?” You interrupted.

“God dammit!” He slammed his fist on the table. You jumped back. “You know that I lo-”

“Do I? Then go on, say it. Say that you love me.” You cut him off once more.

“Are you being serious?” He questioned.

“I knew you wouldn’t say it. I knew it.”

“I can not do this right now. You seriously don’t believe that I love you?”

“Prove it.” 

“How the hell do you want me to prove it? You know what? I can’t do this right now.” He shook his head and made his way towards the door.

“Prove it by not walking out that door right now.” You announced. Lin didn’t make a sound, he just slipped his coat on and turned the handle.

“If you walk out that door, we’re done.” You shouted. He stopped dead in is tracks, halfway out the door. He turned his head to look at you. You saw the hurt in his eyes as the tears slipped down his face.

“I don’t think there’s a “we” to fight for anymore.” His voice cracked. He turned his head back and walked out the door.

And you did nothing.

You watched him leave.

A/N: so i hope this helped tie everything together… sorry if i hurt your heart. i apologize.