#kelly jones x reader

[yelenasdiary]

Selling The Moon

Pairing: Kelly Jones x Astronaut Fem! Reader

Summary: When Kelly comes to town to ‘sell the moon’, she brings one wild ride and havoc to your best friend, Cole, the launch director for NAS who is just trying to make sure the Apollo 11 launch is successful.  

Angst, Fluff

!! Contains Fly Me to The Moon Spoilers !!

Warnings: Mentions of sexism, drinking, death, | 2.1K

AC: I got this idea after seeing the movie! Please note that I know absolutely nothing about space, NASA or being an astronaut. Just go with the flow lmao! I hope you enjoy! x

“This is –“

“Yeah, I don’t care. This building is completely off limits. Everything in here can burn you, fry you, poison you and crush you! Let’s go! out!” Cole says, ushering the blonde in pink along with her assistant out of the building.

“Who’s that?” You asked Cole once he returned to the job. “You know that woman I said that I met at Wolfie’s last night?” He asked, you nodded, “well, that’s her” he added. You couldn’t help but chuckle, “that was the woman who threw her drink onto an open flame? I can’t say I’m surprised” you commented. 

Cole snickered before getting back to work. There was a little over 170 days until launch day, everything had to be looked over, tested and done correctly. As excited as you were to be one of 3 people to hopefully land on the moon, you were undoubtable nervous. You wanted to be a part of everything there was to be a part of, seeing a spaceship being built in front of your eyes was making everything feel surreal, this was real. You would be inside this ship and on a 240,000-mile journey to the moon. 

Each day was different, everybody had to be on top of their game. There was no time or space for any mistakes, this made the workplace stressful but somehow everybody worked well together, and things went smoothly most of the time. This was until Kelly had arrived.

You had just locked off for the day, making the walk from Cole’s office to your car when Kelly stopped you in the parking lot. “Y/n, is it?” She called out. You stopped and turned around, giving her a soft smile. “Yeah, and you’re from the marketing team, right?” You asked. 

“Kelly Jones, marketing executive” she smiled proudly with her left hand out to shake yours. You took her hand into yours and gave the blonde the same, strong, handshake you’ve given most people throughout your career. “I was wondering you would be open for an interview” she added before giving you a moment to reply. 

“Oh, uhm, I don’t know” you faltered, “did you speak to Cole first? I don’t want to do or say anything I shouldn’t” you quickly added. Kelly chuckled, “I’m sure he won’t mind” she said. 

It was hard not to notice the woman’s beautiful green eyes and sparkling smile as she looked up at you. There was a slight height difference, you were taller by a few inches, but you were sure that if she wasn’t wearing heels, you might just tower over her a little. You couldn’t help but take in her beauty when it hit you, she was good at her job. It was all in the eyes, you struggled to say no to her, and you had just met her. 

“What do you need to interview me for?” You questioned. 

“You’re one of the astronauts, the world is going to want to know everything there is about you. What you’re feeling, why you want to go to the moon and better yet, you’re an inspiration to millions of women and young girls” Kelly cajoled, reminding you of one of the main worries you had about this mission. You would be the first female to step foot on the moon, you knew that most of the world didn’t agree with the idea of a woman being on the moon and you’ve had your fair share of arguments and insults thrown at you over it. It’s not like you’re the visit woman to work in science but you would be the first, ever, woman to be shot into space. 

“I tell you what, I’ll give you an interview I’m back. That way you can have what I felt before, during and after the mission” you offered, hoping Kelly would take the opinion. 

“But America, the world, they want to hear from you now. Trust me, it’ll be fine” Kelly replied. It wasn’t long before you realized that Kelly was more dangerous than you thought. “Okay” you agreed, finally. 

“Great!” Kelly chirped, “we’ll sit down first thing tomorrow” she added, giving you one last smile before making her way to her car. You sighed lightly, gently shaking your head as you unlocked the driver’s seat of your car. Kelly had only been working in the building for two days and not only was she getting on Cole’s nerves, but little did you know, she already had you wrapped around her finger.

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Over the 5 months leading up to the big launch, Kelly was working up a storm within the workplace. Everything from interviews with hired actors to play co-workers you actually worked with to having you and the other two astronauts smiling in front of cameras to sell products that would be “taken” to the moon. Cole and Kelly struggled to work well together, it was mostly Cole and his own stubbornness that was the issue and rightfully so, this mission wasn’t a movie or something to be taken lightly. 

As for you and Kelly, things were different. Although you stood by your best friend when it came to telling Kelly no, there was a lot of flirting that was very obvious between the two of you. 

“Alright, you’re too quiet, talk to me” you prompted, taking a sip of your beer. You thought that Cole’s mind was overthinking the upcoming launch that was only weeks away, the two of you sitting on the hood of his car moments after paying respects to the three men who lost their lives in the Apollo 1 accident. 

Cole looked over to you, “how well do you know Kelly?” He asked. You frowned slightly, his question hitting you unexpectedly. “I mean, we’re just having a bit of fun” you said, “nothing physical has happened if that’s what you’re wondering” you added. 

Cole slightly shook his head, “no I mean, how well do you know her? Do you trust her with all that she’s doing? Putting you in the spotlight like she has been” the former military pilot queried. Cole knew how much you hated being the center of attention if you had any control over it. If anything, you mostly kept to yourself, it was one of the things Cole loved about you and it brought you both closer together. You were one of the first people to welcome Cole to NASA when he was first hired, you always reminded him that he was going a good job, especially when he felt like he had hit a dead end. 

You looked back at him and shrugged, “I don’t like it all the time but at some point, I have to look at the bigger picture” you started, “there are so many little girls out there that probably dream of doing what we’re doing, and I just want them to know it’s possible for them” you added. Cole’s eyes dropped to the beer he held by the neck of the bottle, “is she causing you that much of a headache huh?” You asked. 

“It’s like all this is just a game or movie to her, today she made me make sure there was a top-secret camera installed into the ship. She’s more interested in airing the launch than thinking about the lives that are in our hands” he explained before he looked back up to you. The look in his eyes told you just how deep his concern with Kelly truly was, “what if something goes south? I-“ he paused. His jaw clenched before he took a mouthful of beer while you waited patiently for him to finish his thought. “I c-can’t have the deaths of you and the other two on tape from inside the ship” he admits in a slight stutter. 

You weren’t sure what to say. You’ve tried really hard to ignore the thought of the possibility that there could be a different outcome. You’ve spent years telling yourself that it can’t be any different than catching a flight across the world, anything to ignore the possibility that you could die. Your mind when blank, nothing came out of your mouth as silence drained out the distance sounds of traffic. Cole downed the last mouthful of his beer before he slid off the hood of his car. “We should probably go, got a big day tomorrow” he said. 

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The test launch was a success, everybody who had been working on this for the last 10 years was celebrating, Cole was happy and smiling which made you feel a little more at ease with the next steps for the mission.

“So” Kelly smiled ever so softly as the two of you sat on a blanket, looking up at the stars, “why the moon?” She asked. You looked over to her, running the tip of your tongue gently over your bottom lip. Starlight reflected in her eyes, making your cheeks feel slightly warmer. “Well, have you ever looked at something your entire life and wanted to know everything you could about? You study for years just to get closer to it, you remember every detail you’ve learnt but still, it’s not enough” you started. 

“That’s why. The moon has always fascinated me as child, I remember wish I could reach out and grab it. How can something so beautiful be so close yet so far away? There is still so much about the moon that I want to know, and it took so much to even have a chance to work in this field. This is my dream, nothing else has ever matter more to me” 

You felt Kelly place her hand on top of yours, “does it scare you?” She asked. You nodded, “truthfully, yes. We work so hard to make sure we don’t have any mistakes, but nothing is ever guaranteed. There is a chance something could go wrong and after the Apollo 1 accident, I might die without even making it to the moon. But, enough about me” you replied, quickly changing the topic, “you’ve never actually told me where you’re from” 

Kelly chuckled, “Kanas” she answered, “just a girl from Kanas” she added. 

“Well, Kelly from Kanas, how did you get into marketing?” You asked. 

“My dad left when I was young, and my mother and I were kicked out into streets. We lived in her car and then a church gave her a job in selling cookie tins. So, she had this idea that we would make more if I go door to door to sell them. Then it changed to vacuums then beauty goods when I got older. Just travelling the country, just me and my mom until we were back on our feet” Kelly replied, her eyes dropping slightly. 

“That sounds tough, I’m really sorry you had to go through that” you consoled.

“It’s fine, I guess I just learnt early on how to survive” Kelly looked up at you once more, giving you a soft smile. “What about you and Cole?” She quizzed with a cocked brow. You let out a light chuckle, “Cole is just a friend and always has been. He’s a really great guy but, uh, I thought it was pretty obvious” you said. 

“Obvious?” Kelly wondered. 

“That I don’t date guys” your eyes shifted, worried that your confession would end what little flirting you and Kelly had going on but instead, she smiled, “I had to hear you say it” she spoke softly. 

“Why’s that?” You questioned. Kelly lent forward a little, her eyes dropping to your lips as she got closer and closer, “so I can kiss you” her words rang through your ears softly just as her plumped lips pressed up against yours. Your stomach fluttered; it had been far too long since you felt like this again. You kissed her back, gently pulling her into your lap to prolong the sweet kiss.

After that night, things between you and Kelly only grew. She would walk into the room and have you smiling just at the sight of her, butterflies would make your stomach feel uneasy just knowing that when work was over, you could pull her close and kiss her over and over again. Dinner dates took place at Wolfie’s followed by a long evening walk at the pier.

At work, things were completely profession but that didn’t stop you from sharing looks or little remarks whenever you were close by. With all the time you had started to spend with Kelly outside of work, you didn’t find yourself worrying so much about the what ifs of the mission to the moon. Each day was another day closer to your lifelong dream, your nervousness was just as big as your excitement was.

[prettyevermores]

SONGS I WOULD PLAY FOR KELLY JONES ⊹ ‧₊˚ ౨ৎ

(this is based on my playlist tehe)

(@sqiim i used our song i hope you don’t mind winkers)

This Hell, Rina Sawayama

‘This hell is better with you We're burning up together baby, that makes two’

Factory Girl, The Pretty Reckless

‘Here she comes, she's coming around again Here she comes, she's coming around again’

Bang Bang Bang Bang, Sohodolls

‘Don't you want to? Don't you want to hold the gun?’

I predict a riot, Kaiser Chiefs

‘And if there's anybody left in here Who that doesn't want to be out there’

Common People, Pulp

‘Smoke some fags and play some pool Pretend you never went to school’

Untouched, The Veronicas

‘And I don't give a damn what they say, or what they think, think 'Cause you're the only one who's on my mind’

From The Ritz To The Rubble, Arctic Monkeys

‘And that girl's a different girl today Said, that girl's a different girl to her you kissed last night’

I Bet That You Look Good On The Dancefloor, Arctic Monkeys

‘And your shoulders are frozen (cold as the night) Oh, but you're an explosion (you're dynamite)’

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my masterlist!

hey! welcome to my page :) this is my masterlist of fics i’ve currently written. i write for a player x reader (mainly the lionesses/chelsea players.) feel free to submit any requests and you’re more than welcome to dm me, or write an ask if you wanna have a talk!<3

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જ⁀➴ LUCY BRONZE:

let me take care of you - smut

take charge - smut

remind me why i love you - angst

lose control - wip

જ⁀➴ GEORGIA STANWAY:

snuggle bug - fluff

જ⁀➴ KEIRA WALSH:

shy- wip

જ⁀➴ NIAMH CHARLES:

new addiction - wip

જ⁀➴ LAUREN JAMES:

just friends - wip

last updated: 01/12/24

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KJ - Drunk Pt 2

Summary: While out on their outing to the bar, Kelly and reader chat and have some laughs

Pairings: Kelly Jones and Reader

Warnings: slight panic attack, a little homophobia

Notes:

I also have accounts on Wattpad and AO3! The users there are @ paige_vers

Please give me requests! You can submit them here or on my insta, @ scarlettsoutset

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"See you tonight!" Kelly says excitedly. She gives me a smile, then walks away to her assistant. I watch her hips sway back and forth as she walks away. Damn she's hot. 

I get back to work, the day dragging on as I wait for tonight's adventures.

LATER THAT NIGHT

I arrive back at my apartment around 6:30 and immediately get ready for my date. Is it a date? I hope it's a date. What if she doesn't think of it as a date, and just wants to ask me more questions? Oh god I hope not.

I try not to let these thoughts bother me, but that's all that seems to swirl around my head. I take a seat on my bed and put my hands on my heart, feeling it beat faster and faster. I feel the sweat drip down my forehead, and a little gets in my eyes. 

"Ow!" I exclaim. I get up off my bed and grab a washcloth from the hall closet, getting it wet and wiping my eye. I don't care about ruining my makeup at this point, since I was going to re-do it for tonight anyway. I hold the wet washcloth over my eyes, letting the coldness both calm me down and soothe the sting. 

I remove the washcloth from my eyes and look up at myself in the mirror. My eyes have black all around them and my face is still wet, from water and tears. I take a clean towel and wipe my face dry, cleaning off the smeared makeup as well. I take a a few deep breaths and just stare at the face in the mirror. Once I recompose myself, I walk back to my bedroom to pick out some clothes for tonight.

There are many options. I could go for a dress, one that is a little lower cut and ends right above my knees. Or I could be a little more casual and wear pants. Something I'm still not allowed to wear at work somehow. After debating back and forth, I decided to go with the dress. It's casual enough, but still nicer. I slip on a pair of heels and re-do my makeup, this time a little nicer, and put on some bright red lipstick. I let my hair down and style it in some curls, not too tight, but not too loose.

I look at the clock and see that it is 7:30 already. I grab all my stuff and lock up before heading down to my car. The ride there is nice and calm, which is exactly what I need since I am still very nervous about what this night will bring and exactly what it entails. 

I arrive at the bar a few minutes early, but head inside anyway. I sit down at a table and tap my fingers on the table while I wait. Not two minutes later, I see her walk in. She's wearing a dress as well, but it's fancier than the one she wore to work today. She has her hair pinned up, with a few strands left out to frame her face. She looks drop dead gorgeous. I wave my hand to her, signaling my location. She smiles and walks over. 

"Hello y/n, you look pretty hip." Kelly says. 

"Same to you Kelly. You look really mod." I say as Kelly takes a seat opposite of me. 

"So I wanted to ask you some questions if that's ok." Kelly says, placing her left hand inside of her right hand on top of the table.

"Yeah sure." I say, shifting around in my seat, hoping it has nothing to do with my job. If it did, then she would probably bring her assistant, or at least something to write everything down on. But I don't see either, so I think I'm in the clear. 

"So, are you single?"

I looked at her in shock, not expecting that question. I try to analyze her face to see what she means by this question, but can't quite read her. As I'm one not to lie, I answer her honestly, "Yes, I was only in one relationship in college, but that didn't last." I think back to Ellie, and smile. She and I were perfect. There was nothing wrong, except for the fact that we weren't allowed to be together. Trying not to reminisce on the memory of her too long, I focus my attention back on Kelly. She's looking at me, a mix of hope and sadness in her eyes.

"I'm so sorry about that. Was he good to you at least?" Kelly asks.

"Yeah, they were good. We had to break up because their dad found someone for them to marry. Her- um, Their parents didn't know about us." I let out a sigh. I put my head in my hands as I realized that I accidentally let it slip that they were a she. 

I feel a pair of hands take mine and peel them away from my face. I look up and see Kelly look at me with an understanding in her deep, green eyes. 

"You won't tell anyone, will you?" I ask sheepishly and quietly. I stare into her eyes, waiting for a response.

"Of course not. Especially since I'm one myself." She chuckles. She rubs the back of my hands with her thumbs in a comforting manner. "Now tell me what you want to drink and I'll go grab it for us."

"I'll take an old fashioned." I reply, with a smile. I feel a warmness in my heart as she smiles back at me. She gets up and walks to the bar, ordering our drinks. She comes back with our drinks and sits down, putting my drink in front of me. 

"Let me just lay this out, no work talk tonight, okay? Let's just have some fun." Kelly says, putting her hand on mine.

"Sounds amazing." I gush. "Normally at these things all I do is talk about work."

After a few more drinks, and a lot of laughs, we get on the topic of where we've lived.

"Enough about me. Where all have you lived?" I ask.

"Oh I'd rather save that for another time." I smile at the thought of there being another time with her. "But I've picked up a lot of accents though."

"Ooooo, let's hear them!" I say excitedly.

"Well aren't you just the most adorable little junebug!" Kelly says in a deep Southern accent, probably from Alabama somewhere.

"That was amazing! Do another!" I clap my hands excitedly. She continues to speak in a British accent, an Australian accent, and a different Southern accent. She does them all well, well enough that she could've been native to anyone of those places. "Have you really lived in all those places?"

"No, I just watch it on TV."

"Well, you're very good. Really impressive. Makes me wonder what else that mouth can do." I look at her lustfully. I bite my lip, waiting for a response.

"Wouldn't you like to find out." She says, looking up at me through her eyelashes. 

"Well, why don't we go back to my place and figure that out." I say, smirking. 

[companionjones]

The Favor

Pairing: Jack Kelly x Reader

Fandom: Newsies: The Broadway Musical

Requested by: Anon

Request: Jack Kelly x reader where the reader gets roughed up bad by Brooklyn Newsies and doesn’t tell jack who did it but since she’s his number two, they need to go to Brooklyn on business and they run into the Newsies who beat up and she gets nervous and jack gets protective?

Warnings: Cursing, Violence

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    Limping your way back to the lodging house, you cringed with every step. You wanted to make it back to your bed unnoticed, but that plan immediately went off the rails as you approached the building.

    It started off with somebody yelling from the window, “Hey, everyone! Y/n’s back!”

    Chatter immediately filled the night, coming from the lodging house, and the door opened for you.

    Racer came out toward you. “Hey, Y/n! It’s been a few hours since anyone saw you, are you--” The words died on his tongue as you came into the light.

    “I’m fine!” you called out to him. “Don’t--”

    “Jack!” Race called over his shoulder. He then looked back into the building to the boys by the door. “Get Jack.”

    You sighed as Racer walked up to you and helped you inside. “You don’t need to get him. I’m fine, seriously.”

    Race scoffed, “Yeah. Tell that to your black eyes.”

    “What the hell is this I’m hearing?” Jack was descending the stairs as you made it inside. He had fire inside him as he locked on your eyes. “Who hurt you?”

    “Jack--” you started in a calm tone.

    His jaw clenched. “Don’t start with that. Who did this to you? Tell me right now, and I’ll--”

    “Take me upstairs,” you told him once he had fully approached you.

    Jack huffed as he looked at you. He glanced around the room out of the corner of his eyes before settling his gaze back on you. He nodded before supporting your weight, just as Race did, and helping you back up the stairs.

    “This is one of the days where I don’t want to live on the roof,” Jack commented as the both of you were worn out from climbing all those stairs.

    “I know what you mean.” You laughed as Jack carefully set you down, but those laughs turned into quiet coughs.

    Jack was still standing as he asked, “Are you gonna tell me who did this to you now?”

    You looked away as your eyes grew glossy and you bit your lip, which hurt because that bit lip was split.

    Seeing you like that caused Jack to take a knee next to you. He put a hand on your shoulder. “Hey...You can tell me.”

    You took a deep breath before answering, “Do you remember, a few weeks ago, we were sitting up here, and I asked you what you were thinking?” You looked at him.

    Jack took a full seat next you and leaned on the same brick wall you were against. “Yeah, I do.”

    You smiled at him. “You wouldn’t tell me. I don’t know why, but you were so desperate for me not to know what was going on in your head that you asked for a favor.” You tilted your head as you looked at him. “...I’m calling in that favor.”

    You saw Jack’s gaze harden and his nose flare. “But...they hurt you, Y/n. You...you can barely stand.” He moved in front of you and put a hand on your knee. “Y/n...I want to kill them.”

    “I know you do,” your voice remained soft. “And that’s why you can’t know.”

    The following month, you spent recovering. The other boys sold your papes for you, and Jack barely let you leave the penthouse, no matter how much you complained.

    Once that month was over; however, you were back on your feet. You and Jack almost got into a physical fight over you going, but you ended up going with Jack over to Brooklyn to meet with Spot Conlon regarding Newsie business.

    “Y/n--?”

    “--Yeah?” You had been peering down an alleyway, but your head snapped toward Jack when you heard your name.

    Jack looked at you like you were acting weird, which you were. “Why are you so nervous? You’re the one who wanted to come with me in the first place.”

    “First of all, I’m not nervous. Shut up. Second of all, I wanted to come with you today because I’ve spent every day for the last month up on the roof twiddling my thumbs. You know that’s not me, Jack.”

    He replied immediately, “I know that’s not you. It also wasn’t you to have to’ve been laid up for the past month with injuries that you won’t even tell me where they came from!”

    Yes, it was true. Jack hadn’t let up on bothering you about the origins of your injuries, and you had yet to open your mouth.

    “Would you hear that, boys? The big bad Jack Kelly wants to know where Y/n L/n’s boo-boo’s came from. Why don’t we let ‘im know?” Three Brooklyn Newsies appeared from the alley across the street from the one you had been peering down.

    They were behind Jack, but when he turned around and saw them, you knew he must’ve had a bad feeling because he immediately started backing up to cover you. “What the hell are you talking about?”

    The leader of the three’s eyes shifted to you. “Y/n, why don’t you tell your boss how we know each other?”

    Jack glanced over his shoulder to see your shaking form that you were trying to distract from with a pissed-off look on your face. He slowly moved his gaze back to your enemies, and Jack asked a one-word quotation, “Why?”

    “Because you’re doing too much, Jack,” the leader clarified in a raised voice, “You think you’re getting all this power when you’re really not. You needed something to remind you of your place.”

    Through a clenched jaw, Jack lowly responded, “You went after Y/n because of me?”

    The leader was close to laughing at Jack. “That is correct.”

    Jack actually growled before jumping forward to go after the three Brooklyn Newsies.

    “Jack, don’t!” You held him back from doing what he wanted to do. “You can’t attack them.”

    “Why the hell not?!” Jack snapped.

    “Because I’m Spot’s second-in-command!” the leader remarked with a devilish look on his face. “Spot didn’t send me to take care of Y/n, but he might as well have! Jack you’re becoming too powerful for your own good, and we all know the one and only King of the Newsies is Spot Conlon. And what do you think Spot’s gonna do if he finds out you roughed up one of his best guys? I can’t imagine it would be far off from what you want to do me right now. And if that happens on both sides?”

    “A war would break out, Jack,” you finished.

    He thought a moment before quietly asking you, “Is that why you wouldn’t tell me who hurt you? Because I would start a war?”

    With tears in your eyes, you nodded.

    Jack then full turned to you and put a hand on the back of your neck. He tilted his head toward yours. “Did you ever consider that you’re worth fighting a war over?”

    That question stopped your heart from beating.

    “Alright, that’s enough with the theatrics.” The leader of the small gang approached you and Jack and put a hand on Jack’s should to get him to turn away from you.

    Jack did so, and he used the momentum from it to punch the leader in the face.

    So, Jack took on that guy, and that left you to fight his two minions. You dodged the first blow from the first guy, then caught the second guys fist and kicked his knees out from under him. You then threw the second guy into the first guy, resulting with both of them on the ground. To make it clear who won, you then leaned down and smashed their heads against each other, knocking them out.

    You were about to turn around to see how Jack was doing, but that was made clear when you were grabbed by the neck and yanked to your feet.

    Suddenly, Jack was looking helpless in front of you while the leader choked you in front of him.

    “Let them go,” Jack spat, “Let Y/n go, or I swear I’ll--”

    “You’ll what?” your attacker teased, “Right now, I’m holding all the cards. I think--Stop-fighting!” He was talking to you.

    You had yet to give up. You used all your strength to pull his arm just a little away from your throat, then you used all that space to get some windup before whacking your head into his nose.

    The boy stumbled back from you before you talked him to the ground and started in on punching his face. You got 9 or 10 blows in before deciding he had had enough. You got to your feet, out of breath. You told him, “I would’ve won the fight in the first place if you hadn’t surprised me.” You spat on him. “Fucking coward.”

    “You sure got that right.” Spot Conlon appeared with a large group of Brooklyn Newsies.

    “Have you been here the whole time?” Jack, who was standing next to you, asked.

    Conlon shook his head. “After these three briefly disappeared from my ranks about a month ago, I’ve sent a couple of my younger recruits to keep an eye on ‘em. They came and reported this to me as soon as the fight broke out.”

    Jack asked, “So, they weren’t working by your orders?”

    Spot scoffed, “No. Not even a little.” He looked down to the rogue leader’s bloody form. “And what the hell is this ‘King of the Newsies’ shit you were spoutin’ Timmy? You know we don’t work like that.”

    Timmy was barely able to speak. “I was trying to make you look good--”

    “Fuck making me look good,” Conlon cursed, “This is making me look shitty.” He looked back up to you and Jack. “Sorry, gotta cancel our meetin’ today so I can take care of these buffoons.”

    “All good,” you immediately responded.

    “Fine by me,” Jack was right behind you.

    The Brooklyn Newsies cleaned up their bodies and cleared out just as fast as they got there.

    Jack hugged you as soon as he could. He then brought you to arm’s length so he could examine you. “Are you okay?”

    “I’m doing just as well as you. Look at that shiner!” you laughed, referring to a bruise that was already forming under one of Jack’s eyes. You then looked into his eyes, and you saw an emotion that you had seen there many times before, but it was an emotion that you could never put a name to.

    Things fell silent between the two of you.

    “Ask me again,” Jack softly asked.

    “What?” you wondered.

    “Ask me again what I was thinking that night.”

    You didn’t have to ask what night he was talking about. “What were you--”

    Jack pulled you forward and kissed you. “...I was thinking the same thing I’m always thinking. I was thinking about how much I wanted to kiss you.”

    “Was it everything you hoped it would be?”

    Jack smiled, “And more,” he told you, then leaned back in.

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Author’s Note: Thank you for reading! Fill up that heart and reblog if you liked it. I would also really appreciate a comment, if you have the time. If you would like to read more, you should check out my masterlist. Have a nice day, night, or whatever time it is for you! <3 <3 <3

[tvseries-writings]

I saw this movie, for the first time, two days ago and now I'm obsessed with Kelly :). Somebody wants a fic with her? I definitely do :)

[marvelobsessed134]

Requests are open guys. Also I’m writing for the following Daisy Jones and The Six characters:

Daisy Jones

Billy Dunne

Karen Sirko

Warren Rojas/Rhodes

How to request and guidelines

(PLEASE READ BEFORE REQUESTING)

[caapsiizzereads]

If you're taking requests can I request a Jamie x reader where they're dating but Amy, from Love Conquers All comes back and wants Janie back and reader is all insecure because she's not like the girls Jamie is used to dating so she thinks Jamie is going to go back to Jamie? I love some angst with a happy ending. Please and thank you! 💕

I got carried away with this thing, it’s like 2k words sorry….

Your favorite part of a night shift is when it ends, and you can go home and drop dead on your bed. You get in your car and quickly scroll through your phone, going through the unread messages. There are a few from Jamie, the usual ‘miss you’ and a couple of pics from his night out with the team. Then there’s a couple from Kelly, your best friend. There’s a link to an article from The Sun with the caption ‘??????’.

You open the link.

Jamie Tartt spotted on the night out with the Lust Conquers All ex-fiancée

Blurry pictures attached.

Logically, you know that Jamie was out with the team. So maybe this Amy girl just happened to be there too. You’re vaguely aware of Jamie’s reality TV past, mostly from what Kelly told you. When she found out that you went on a date with Jamie Tartt, after being done with the initial shock, she made it her duty to educate you on all of Jamie’s past endeavors. She’s kind of a celebrity gossip junkie, always keeps you in the loop with the latest news. You weren’t impressed by the whole cheating on your fiance in a jacuzzi on the knock-off Love Island thing back then, and you’re not impressed by these pictures now. But it’s ‘The Sun’. The sun (pun intended) will rise in the west when it becomes a reliable news source.

You realize that you’ve been sitting in your car for fifteen minutes when you yawn two times in a row. Whatever, you’ll just go home and ask Jamie about it later.

You are pulled from your sleep by a sudden weight laid on top of you. Then there’s someone’s warm breath near your neck.

“What’s the time?” you ask sleepily.

“Just after four,” Jamie says quietly. “I brought you a bagel from that bakery, can make you coffee,” he offers, but makes no attempt to move. “How was your shift?”

“It was alright, nothing unusual.” You wrap your arm around his shoulders. “How was your night?”

“It was fine. Had a good time. Missed you, though.” He nuzzles into your neck.

You let the whole article thing go. You asked Jamie about the night, and he didn’t say anything, so maybe there just wasn’t anything to say, and like you thought, it was just an exaggeration.

And as it always happens, the more you try not to think about something, the more you think about it.

The day after, you and Kelly meet on the shift, and you interrogate her about what she knows about Amy and Jamie’s other exes, because you refuse to google him. You know about Keeley, you’ve met her, and she’s fucking great. And Jamie dated her, and somehow managed to fuck it up, what an idiot. You can only guess who else is on that list.

Kelly, being the ever-supportive best friend, insists that you are better than any of them and just as much of a catch as Keeley Jones herself, which is objectively not true, but you appreciate the sentiment.

It doesn't take much to see that you are not at all like any of the women that Jamie has dated before. You’re a surgical resident – you have no money, you have no time, and you wear scrubs half the time.

It’s not even the first time that you think about how you and Jamie being together makes no sense, because that’s exactly what you thought when Jamie first asked you out. Two weeks had passed between Jamie asking you out and you being able to find time for the said date. And your second date ended thirty minutes after it started because you were on on-call duty that night. You honestly thought that at that point, Jamie would just give up and move on, but he was nothing if not persistent. Patiently waiting for you to have free time, trying his best not to show his disappointment when you needed to leave abruptly, and just overall always going the extra mile to accommodate your fucked up schedule. You didn’t understand why he even bothered, but he did. And in the end, it was hard not to fall in love with him.

Being in the spotlight comes very easily to Jamie, he enjoys the attention, but you aren’t a public person at all. And to his credit, Jamie has no problem with keeping your relationship private: your friends and family know, but you keep it away from the media. This is so unlike you to doubt yourself, but right now you just can’t help but go down the rabbit hole of comparing yourself with all the picture-perfect relationships of Jamie’s past.

The final straw comes a week after the article incident. You have just ended a thirteen-hour shift that came from hell, and you are half-dead on your feet. You’re changing into your regular clothes while Kelly’s sitting there scrolling through her phone.

“(Y/n)?” Kelly’s face looks concerned.

You turn around to face her, and she shows her phone screen to you. You take a brief look and then take the phone in your own hands to look properly. There are pictures of Jamie seemingly having a nice lunch with that girl from the reality show. You give Kelly her phone back with barely any reaction on your face. You don’t really feel anything on the inside either, because your exhaustion just overwhelms all the other possible emotions. You just make a mental note that there’s more shit that you’ll have to deal with today.

You walk out of the hospital and get in your car, you drive home, you go to the shower. You’re just going through the motions on autopilot. It’s only after you’ve been standing under the hot shower for fifteen minutes that you start actually thinking about what Kelly told you.

So Jamie had lunch with a girl that he used to be fake engaged to. That sounds like a piece of crap, even in your head. So does that mean that that meeting in the bar was intentional? Or did they meet by accident and keep in contact after? Was he at least going to tell you, or was he going to go back and forth between you? Probably wouldn’t even be that hard with your work hours…

You realize just how much time you’ve spent doubting yourself and overthinking this relationship, how uneasy you’ve been feeling the whole week, and how much you just want to get this weight off your chest. You don’t want to cry, you don't want to scream, you don’t want to argue. You are so fucking tired, and you just want some peace of mind already.

After the shower, you put the leftover takeout from yesterday in the microwave and open a bottle of wine. You pour yourself a full glass, gulp down the whole thing in one go, and pour yourself another one. The microwave buzzes, and you take the box and a fork because fuck plates. You can feel the negativity leaving your body with every bite of fried rice that you put in your mouth. Maybe some food and wine was just what you needed after that shitshow of a day. And you have a day off tomorrow. Maybe life isn’t so bad after all.

Just when you let yourself relax, you hear the door open and close, and the next moment, there’s Jamie standing in the hallway of your apartment, looking anxiously at you. Alright, let’s get this over with,

“Hi,” you take a sip from your glass.

“Hi,” he replies softly. He’s fidgeting with his hands. “I need to tell you something.”

“Oh, I am dying to hear this,” you take another sip with an amused smile on your face.

He winces. “You saw?”

“Saw what? You with your reality show girlfriend at the club, or you two having lunch?”

“I swear this is not what you think.” The unimpressed look on your face and the silence that follows is probably enough of a clue that you don’t buy it. “We met at the bar that night, by accident! I was with the team, you know this. She was just there with her friends, and we bumped into each other, and we talked for, like, five minutes tops! She was drunk, and she, uh, tried to…” He looks nervously at you. “She tried to kiss me, but I stopped her. I told her I have a girlfriend! But she was drunk, and she… Doesn’t matter, nothing happened. Her friends came and got her, and that’s all. I didn’t tell you about it because there really wasn’t much to tell. I forgot about it the next day.

And then she, uh, called me. She asked to meet because she wanted to apologize. And… I owed her an apology too, you know. For the whole… thing. So we met, she said that she was sorry and she didn’t mean to disrespect you, and I said that I was sorry for being a prick back then. And that was it. I swear.”

After a few seconds of silence, he adds, “I love you. I would never do this to you.”

You run your hand through your hair and sigh tiredly. “Maybe you should.”

“What?”

“I mean, not cheat on me, but just… date someone else.”

Jamie’s whole face falls. “Are you breaking up with me?”

“No. But I’m giving you an out.”

“Why the fuck would I want an out?”

“Because we live in different worlds! I’ve been thinking about it the whole week, and I don’t understand why you even bother. I’m no Keeley Jones, I’m not a TV star. I work fifty hours a week and smell like a hospital, I'm constantly tired, and I can’t even make it to your matches most of the time!”

Jamie huffs an incredulous laugh. “Have you met yourself?! You’re like one of those sexy TV doctors, and you’re, like, ridiculously smart, and okay, you can't come to my football matches because you’re too busy saving people’s lives,” he mocks. “Sometimes I think that one day you’re just going to wake up and realize that you can do so much better than me.” You frown at him. “You spend twelve hours literally poking in someone’s brain and then listen to me complain that my left foot cross is not good enough. You’re always surrounded by all these smart people, and when you tell me about your day, I have no idea what half of those things mean. And sexy TV doctors always sleep with each other!”

It would be a funny joke by itself, but the genuine worry on Jamie’s face somehow makes it even more hilarious for you at the moment, and you just burst out laughing. You keep laughing so hard that you have to lean on the counter with your hand for support. It’s like the ridiculousness of that statement, your exhaustion from the day, the relief of knowing that your boyfriend didn’t cheat on you, and half a bottle of wine that you’ve consumed all piled up together.

Jamie’s looking at you like you’re going crazy, which is kinda understandable. “I’m sorry,” you blurt while trying to catch your breath. “No more Grey’s Anatomy for you, mister.”

You finally smile at him, and Jamie takes it as a clue that you won't punch him if he gets closer to you. “So, just to clarify, you’re not breaking up with me?” he asks cautiously.

“No,” you chuckle. “You’re sure you don’t want to find someone closer to your instagram followers count?”

“Fuck no.” He pulls you into a tight hug. “You’re stuck with me now,” he mumbles into the space between your shoulder and jaw, tucking his face there.

“I’ll see what you say in a few years.”

“Will they call me Doctor if I take your last name?” he offers.

“You’re an idiot,” you laugh. But he is your idiot.

[galactickle]

Masterlist

requests: closed

no longer posting on here! find me on ao3 @/galactickle

Works (from newest to oldest):

Last Resort (Teddy Lobo x reader)

You Belong With Me (james maguire x reader)

Our Last Summer (alex summers x reader)

Literal Monster (yasper lennov x reader)

Plus One (jean-ralphio saperstein x reader) Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

What's My Age Again? (charlie kelly x reader) Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

I Think We're Alone Now (billy bennet x reader)

Obsessed (erica jones x reader)

A Little Less Sixteen Candles and a Little More “Touch Me” (demetri alexopoulos x reader) Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6

Jealousy (james maguire x reader)

Ruins of Us (edmund pevensie x reader)

[dirtyvulture]

Hey vulture! could you possibly write a one-shot with kelly Jones x reader? like you know...they work at nasa together and while at work reader founds herself with her hand in kelly's panties

thanks!😊

~🦉

Hello there 🦉!

Thanks for sending the message! Unfortunately I only write for Nat x R ... but perhaps one of the other many talented writers here can take on your request? 👀

[randomestfandoms-ocs]

Midnights, Taylor Swift

so I actually did a full Midnights edit series here!! I could list so many characters for each song but to make life a bit easier, instead have just the characters I associated the most to edit with 🥺

Lavender Haze: Aurora Anderson x Sebastian Smythe

Maroon: Ivy Knight x Oliver Queen

Anti Hero: Arianne Martin 

Snow On The Beach: Colton Cartwright x Finn Hudson

You’re On Your Own Kid: Nikki Rogers

Midnight Rain: Sienna Elliot x Logan Huntzberger

Question…?: Amethyst Andrews x Jughead Jones

Vigilante Shit: Ophelia Wayne

Bejeweled: Arianne Martin & Roxie Flores

Labyrinth: Sidney Hopper x Steve Harrington

Karma: Alia Kelly & Serena Van Der Woodsen 

Sweet Nothing: Aurora Anderson x Sebastian Smythe

Mastermind: Ivy Knight x Oliver Queen

The Great War: Avalyn Dorsey x Dick Grayson

Bigger Than The Whole Sky: Julietta Drake & Damian Wayne

Paris: Aurora Anderson x Sebastian Smythe

High Infidelity: Ivy Knight x James Bishop

Glitch: Sara Topaz x Jess Mariano

Would’ve, Could’ve, Should’ve: Arianne Martin & Cassia Potter

Dear Reader: Aurélia Agreste

Hits Different: Arianne Martin

You’re Losing Me: Blossom x Ben

Send me an album and, if I know the artist, I will try to associate to every song an oc/ship/crossover

[yelenasdiary]

taglist requests for Kelly Jones are now open! I have a 2 part fic saved in the drafts ready for posting in a few weeks!

2024 Taglist Requests

If you would like to be on the taglist for any of the following characters/celebrities please leave a comment on this post stating which character(s)/celebrity you want. If you comment on a fic asking to be on the tag list there is a high chance you won’t be added. It’s easier for me to keep track on 1 post.

Below are those who have a taglist. Being on the taglist for said character also includes variants of that character.

Characters -

Yelena Belova (Marvel)

Wanda Maximoff // Scarlet Witch (Marvel)

Kate Bishop (Marvel)

Natasha Romanoff (Marvel)

WandaNat (Marvel)

Agatha Harkness (Marvel)

Kelly Foster (We Brought a Zoo)

Jane Banner (Wind River)

Leigh Shaw (Sorry For Your Loss)

Thérèse Raquin (In Secret)

Taylor Sloane (Ingrid Goes West)

Alice Chambers (Don’t Worry Darling)

Allison (A Good Person)

Charlie Ross (The Little Drummer Girl)

Dani Ardor (Midsommar)

Olivia Benson (Law & Order: SVU)

Kelly Jones (Fly Me To The Moon)

Celebrities -

Florence Pugh

Elizabeth Olsen

Scarlett Johansson

Hailee Steinfeld

See somebody not on this list? Check my Who I Write For for options!

[prettyevermores]

GUYS IM COOKING UP FICS RN!!!!! get ready :3

[beccanimes]

request?

hi guys i’m opening request for these following fandoms and the people:

The Walking Dead 

Daryl Dixon 1

Rick Grimes  1

Negan Smith 

Glenn Rhee

Supernatural 

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

Castiel 

Jack Kline 

Lucifer 

Gabriel 

Criminal Minds 

Spencer Reid

Derick Morgan 

JJ

Arron Hotchner

Emily Prentiss 

Penelope Garcia 

Luke Alvez

Alex Blake 

The Vampire Dairies 

Damon Salvatore 

Stefan Salvatore   

Kai Parker 

The Originals 

Klaus Mikaelson (Both TVD or TO)

Elijah Mikaelson (TVD or TO)

Marcel Gerard 

Rebekah Mikaelson (TVD or TO)

Divina Claire 

Kol Mikaleson (TVD or TO) 

Marvel 

Steve Rogers

Thor 

Natasha 

Clint Barton 

Peter Parker (Tom Holland 

Perter Parker (Tobey Mcguire) 

Peter parker (Andrew Garfeild)

Loki 

Tony Stark 

Buck Barnes   

Wanda Maximoff 

Stephen Strange 

Vison 

Harry potter/ Fantasic Beast

Harry Potter 

Ron Weasley 

Hermione Granger 

Draco Malfoy 

Siruis Black (harry potter and maruduer era)

Seamus Finnigan 

Cedric Diggory  1

Fred Weasley 

George Weasley

Remus Lupin 

Newt Scamander 

Tina Goldstein 

Theseus Scamander 

Stranger Things 

Steve Harrington 

Johnathan Byers

Nancy Wheeler 

Robin Buckley 

Billy Hargrove 

Eddie Munson 

Alexei 

OUAT

Regina Mills 

Emma Swan 

Charming 

Snow white 

Killian Jones 

Belle 

Graham 

Neil Cassidy/ Baelfire 

Robin Hood 

Ruby Lucas 

Tilly 

Mulan 

Felix 

Margot 

Jefferson 

August/ Pinocchio

Chicago Med

Will Halstead

Connor Rhodes

Ethan Choi

Crockett Marcel

April Sexton

Natalie Manning

Chicago Fire

Mathew Casey

Kelly Severide

Joe Cruz

Otis

Peter Mills

Stella Kidd

Gabby Dawson

Chicago PD

Jay Halstead

Adam Ruzek

Antonio Dawson

Sean Román

Greg “Mouse” Gerwitz

Erin Lindsey

Kim Burguss

Chicago One

Jay Halstead and Will Halstead x sibling

Kelly Severide x Platonic best friend

Kelly Severide x Sibling reader

Hermann x child reader

Gabby and Antonio x sibling reader

Hogwarts legacy

Ominis Gaunt

Sebastian Sallow

Garreth Weasley

[nats-bottom]

KJ - Drunk

Summary: Kelly Jones asks y/n questions about her work at NASA

Pairings: Kelly Jones x Reader

Warnings: Fly Me to the Moon spoilers, swearing, misogyny, bullying if you squint, lying

Notes: If you haven't seen Fly Me to the Moon, then I would wait until you see it, unless you don't care about spoilers! (or don't care about seeing it, but I highly recommend it! It's such a great movie!)

I also have accounts on Wattpad and AO3! The users there are @ paige_vers

Please give me requests! You can submit them here or on my insta, @ scarlettsoutset

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Y/N POV

Oh shit. There she is. That woman I said all those things to at the diner that night. If I knew that she would be fucking working with me, then I wouldn't have said all that. That was just meant for someone who I was never supposed to meet again. Some stranger. But here she is, walking towards me. She has a clipboard in her hands, and so does her assistant, or at least that's who I assume that is. 

I watch as they walk closer towards me, and I start to freeze. I stop what I'm doing and just stand there, looking at the two women. I drop my hands to my side and clench them into fists as I feel them start to get sweaty. 

"Well hello there. Y/n, was it?" She says as a smirk plays across her beautiful face. She stretches out her right hand towards me, putting the clipboard between her left arm and her stomach. I wipe my hands on my skirt, not wanting her to feel my nervousness through my sweaty hands. 

"Yes, and you're Kelly, right?" I say, reaching out my right hand and shaking hers. I feel a spark of sorts as I feel her soft, warm hands. I feel a bit embarrassed, knowing that my hands are dry from working on the rocket all day. Well, they are a little moist from all the sweat, but that doesn't help. 

"Can I ask you a few questions? This will only take a few minutes, since I can tell that you're a busy lady." She says with a wink. I just look at her, lost in her green eyes that could hold mine forever. She just stands there, waiting for an answer. "Y//n?"

I snap out of my trance, and reply, "Oh, uh what? Oh yeah sure." I say, finally realizing what she said. I roll my shoulders back, entering a more relaxed stance. 

"Ok so to start, how old are you?" Kelly asks. She picks up her clipboard, and so does her assistant.

"I'm 24."

"Write down 36." Kelly says to her assistant. She writes something down on her clipboard. Kelly reads out the next question, "And what made you want to work here?" She looks at me with a glimmer of hope in her eyes. Yet I know that I'm about to crush it.

"I saw a flier for it on the college dorm announcement board." I tell her the truth.

"Write something about how she wanted to be the first girl to space." Kelly says as she looks down at her clipboard for the next question.

"It's true." I say. Both women look up at me from their clipboards.

"Make sure you get all this." Kelly says to her assistant, this time a little more quietly. 

"Yeah. Ever since I heard of what NASA was trying to do, I always wanted to be the first woman in space. With the whole space race and everything, I thought it would be a great opportunity to be the first." I reminisce, looking between Kelly and her assistant, but mainly at Kelly. "I submitted my application to be an astronaut, because you have to apply before they even consider you, but I was denied. They said that they don't allow women because it might mess with their reproductive systems. (I really have no clue, I'm just making that part up). I heard that they just laughed when they had a girl apply for the program." I say sadly. If you were to look closely, you might even notice the tear starting to form in my eye.

"So then what did you do after that?" Kelly's assistant asks, completely engrossed in my story.

"So then I decided to go into engineering, and I saw the flier for NASA on the bulletin board in my college dorm. They had an internship for seniors, so I tried that out, loved it, and they kept me on as an employee. So that's how I ended up here." I say, with my arms out, gesturing to the place. Kelly's assistant scrambles down her notes, and Kelly just looks at me with wide eyes, her mouth gaping a little bit. I smirk at this; the fact that I amazed her makes me proud.

She clears her throat and straightens herself out. "Are you the only woman working here?"

"In this department, yes. In the office there are more. The guys try to send me in there as much as they can though, because 'that's my place.'" I say with air quotes. 

"Do you like working here though?" Kelly asks. 

"Yeah, I do." I let out a huff. "I try to ignore the guys as much as I can, all their teasing and such. But it's a good job. I quite enjoy it."

"That's good." Kelly says to me. "Did you get all that?" She asks her assistant, who nods, while writing something else down. "Will you go find someone else to interview please? I'll be over in a minute." Kelly says to her assistant.

"Yeah, I'll go ask those men over there." Her assistant says, pointing towards two of my coworkers. She walks over to them confidently, and starts some small talk with them.

"Hey I'm sorry about the other day, it was something meant for a stranger. Not someone I would see again. I'm really so-" I start to say.

"Stop it right there. You have nothing to be sorry for. I was actually hoping I could ask you out for a drink?" Kelly interrupts me.

"Oh, uh, yeah that'd be cool. I know a good bar not too far from here."

"Great. How about tonight at eight?" Kelly says.

"Sounds good." I grin at her. She hands me her clipboard and a pen, and I look at her with an unknowing look. 

"For the address." She assures me.

"Oh ok." I take the clipboard and write down the address and hand it back to her. She looks down at it and nods. 

"See you tonight!" Kelly says excitedly. She gives me a smile, then walks away to her assistant. I watch her hips sway back and forth as she walks away. Damn she's hot. 

I get back to work, the day dragging on as I wait for tonight's adventures.

[russo-woso]

Masterlist

• Players •

-> Aggie Beever-Jones

-> Aitana Bonmati

-> Alanna Kennedy

-> Alessia Russo

-> Alex Morgan

-> Amanda Ilstedt

-> Beth mead

-> Chloe kelly

-> Emily Fox

-> Esme Morgan

-> Georgia Stanway

-> Jessie Fleming

-> Jill Roord

-> Katie McCabe

-> Kim little

-> Kyra Cooney-Cross

-> Leah Williamson

-> Lia Wälti

-> Lotte Wubben-Moy

-> Lucy bronze

-> Mary Earps

-> Niamh Charles

-> Steph Catley

-> Zećira Mušović

• Teams •

-> Arsenal Women

-> Lionesses

-> Matilda’s

-> USWNT

• Player x player x reader •

-> Alessia Russo & Ella Toone

-> Alessia Russo & Leah Williamson