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i dunno what it is about twin paranormal, perhaps because they have caught shit on camera that even i, a believer, can not believe
and some of these spirits are MEAN and then some are so nice-
like when they go to the corn field and have been truing to talk to a native american woman who i swear is trying to protect them from whatever else is in that corn-
#listen i believe in ghosts okay#my brother has autism#nonverbal#when he was like 8 i think#we were driving home from my grandparents house#and there is a church between our houses#and it was halloween#he sat on the passenger side so his window was facing the church#that night my brother saw something at that church that scared him so badly#my mom could not drive past that church for five years#FIVE YEARS#if we did#he would be inconsolable#screaming and crying#in an absolute panic#my brother saw somethinG EVIL AT THAT CHURCH
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Iâm so indebted to the word zooted because thereâs really no other way to describe Mabelâs state after she gets in from a walk
#my girl is SLUMPED. zonked. unconscious. she didnât even try to follow me to the bathroomâŚ. a breakthrough#today was a big day tbh. we spent the morning watching frasier (me) and pacing (her) and then my stepdad came over to install some lights#so she followed him around and then i took her to the park. then we went to my grandmaâs house#where she ran around like a lunatic for two hours. i was like âmabes. itâs a small house. itâs really not that interestingâ#then we went to the park and she met three doggies; stared at some ducks & stared at some men who were doing construction work#and then once we got home three (!!) packages had arrived so she was able to watch me open them#and of course i had her smell everything to ensure it passed the vibe check#unsurprisingly sheâs now passed out in the chair. as god intended#we are now going to watch game shows and then iâll feed her at 4 and myself atâŚ. idk. i know iâm having chicken nuggets but idk when#honestly iâm hungry now but if i start having dinner at 4pm iâm gonna have to go to bed at like 8 and thatâs just not sustainable#regardless. if you need me i will be here existing#personal#*to clarify: second park we went to was a different park#the park we went to before lunch was her usual park that is about a 2 minute walk from my house but the second park was a newer; bigger#and more exciting park. itâs a 5 minute drive from my grandparentsâ house and it has ducks and mabel loved it
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     October was always busy. Itâs when the holidays started and it became busy. Minho didnât have much to do in the autumn season but dreaded the impending stress. Office holiday parties that he only survived because of his wife and their daughter. His favorite two girls in his life. His eight-year-old seemed to always steal the show. Wanting to be the center of attention which he was okay with. Whatever she wanted, heâd do for her.Â
     His wife managed all the conversations at parties while he stood by her side and occasionally butted it. He didnât know what he would do without her, especially when he was stressed.Â
     He used to take the stress of holiday planning out during sex but it was hard with an eight-year-old. It was few and far between now, usually when she had a sleepover with her friends or at her grandparents.Â
     Minho sighed as he sat back in his office chair, tired of reading company emails, when his phone rang. âWifeđâ¤ď¸â
     He smiled and picked up the Facetime call, âHey,â
     âHey, babe. You okay?â
     âYeah. Just work emails. Whatâs up?â
     âSoojin is spending the weekend with my parents.â His ears perked up at that
     âAny reason why you're telling me this?â Minho smiled as she giggled a bit.
     âNo reason. Just keeping you up to date on our baby.â Y/n said
     âHi Daddy!â he heard his daughter say before she afforded on the screen
     âHi, baby.â Minho smiled
     âIâm spending the weekend with grandma and grampa!â the little girl happily told her dad.
     âWhat are you gonna do with them?â
     Minho spent the next few minutes listening to his daughter's plans for the weekend with her grandparents. Where they were going to go and do, etc. All until he heard her grandparents pick her up.
     âBye Daddy! I love you!â Soojin said and blew him a kiss.
     âBye, baby. Have fun this weekend.â
     âI will!â she said
     âIâll call you right back,â Y/n told him before the couple said their I love youâs and she hung up. Minho sat in his chair and looked at the time. Fifteen more minutes and he was off. Then he could go home to his wife.Â
     He picked up as soon as she called again. âYou didnât say it because she was in the room.â he pointed out.
     âActually, she was running into the room because she heard her dad on the phone.â Y/n corrected him
     âWhatever,â Minho rolled his eyes, âBut, we're good this weekend?â
     âMin, free use means whenever, wherever. You could tell me to come to the office when sheâs at school or at a friendâs house.â
     âThis telling me this now?â
     âIt's been allowed for years. We used to meet up like that before her.â
     âI remember. Do you know how many times I yelled at my staff to let you in my office?â
     âDon't even get me started on that pick-me of a secretary. I was going to pull her hair out of her scalp every time I saw her.â
     âShe was a temp they sent me. She annoyed the hell out of me every time she spoke.â
     âAnd ignore your wedding ring. And slut-shamed me in front of Soojin.â
     âI'm surprised you didn't do anything then.â
     âBecause I had a toddler in my arms.â
     âIâm sure she got fired from that temp company.â
     âGood.â
     The two talked for a few more minutes before he hung up to drive home. Telling her heâd see her soon. Y/n smiled as he hung up. She hadnât originally planned for her daughter to spend the weekend with her parents but they had called and asked if they could take her for the weekend and her daughter pleaded to go, so how could she say no? Now she had a weekend with her husband without their daughter around.Â
     She didnât have much to do around the house. She had her daughter clean up her toys before she left and she had done most of the cleaning earlier in the day. As well as doing the grocery shopping when her daughter was in school. She had a few minutes till she had to start dinner anyway but she was debating on just ordering in since she didnât have to worry about their daughter and could have whatever they wanted. And if she knew her husband, she wasnât going to have time to cook once he got home.
     She pulled up her food delivery app and found one of their favorite restaurants and put in their orders. She didnât think the food would get here before her husband did but they still needed to eat. It was a gamble she was willing to take.
     She heard the front door open about ten minutes later then a âthank you.â Y/n looked over at her husband as he walked into the living room with their food delivery. âOrdered takeout?â Minho asked as he kissed her.
     âDidnât feel like cooking since we donât have a kid to feed,â Y/n told him before taking the bag from him and then walking to the kitchen. âHow was work?â
     âFine, same old stuff,â Minho sighed as he set his bag on the counter.
     âGo sit down then. Iâll bring over the food.â
     âAnd let you do all the work?â
     âIâm a housewife for a reason.â Y/n gently pushed him toward the living room again just for him to grab her wrists and pull her into his chest.
     âAnd we donât have a kid this weekend,â Minho smiled
     âNo, but I still have a husband to take care of,â Y/n told him
     âIâm sorry, who took care of who when we got together?â Minho questioned
     âOkay but now itâs my turn,â Y/n argued back
     Minho gave her one more kiss before going into their room and getting out of his suit. Taking a quick shower, threw on some sweats and a T-shirt, and came back to his wife. The two settled in for the night with their food, a couple of glasses of wine, and their recent TV show binge. Just relaxing before heading up to bed.
     Minho brushed his teeth while his wife took a quick shower and got into her pajamas before they crawled into bed. The cats joined them on the bed once the lights were turned off. Though they were gone in the morning. He looked over at his wife and smiled at her sleeping form. It was rare that they got mornings like this now. So he was going to take advantage of it.Â
     He cuddled into her and kissed her shoulder as his hand held her hip. Then he realized there wasnât fabric underneath the nightgown. He peeled back the covers and lifted up her gown. Proving himself correct. He smiled as he laid the fabric over her ass and repositioned her leg, rubbing his fingers between her folds, finding them already slightly wet.Â
     The businessman pulled his fingers away and then pulled down his sweats just enough to get his dick out. His morning erection was ready to go as he slowly pushed into her cunt. Hearing her moans while she still slept. His hands went to her chest, pulling the fabric down and exposing her breasts to him. He cupped them in his hands and slowly started thrusting in and out of her.
     âMin,â Y/n moaned, slowly waking up as his thrusting sped up
     âPlanning on telling me you went to bed without any panties on? Hoping I just notice?â He asked
     âYou did,â Y/n groaned
     âYouâre right baby. I did,â Minho nipped at her shoulder before pulling out and fully turning her on her stomach. Y/n yelped a bit as he pushed himself back into her and pushed his sweats down more. Going right back to thrusting into her and intertwining their fingers together. His hips snapped into her ass, drawing his eyes to the fat and watching it bounce a bit. âNaughty girl.â he chuckled as he took a hand and brought it down on the skin.
     âMin!â Y/n yelped
     âGet to make you as loud as I want now. Got no one to wake up if we get too loud,â Minho laughed, watching her bury her face in the pillow.
     He laid against her back and got his free hand under her, pulling her head up and gripping her next, âBut you like when youâre forced to be quiet. How many office Christmas parties did we sneak away from just to fuck in my office or a bathroom?â
     âA lot.â Y/n choked out
     âProbably the best Christmas parties Iâve been to,â Minho kissed her shoulder as she squeezed around him. âHorny girl already going to cum? Did you have a nice dream about me fucking you last night? That why you were wet this morning?â
     He watched as she nodded. He kept up with his pace as her walls pulsed around him. He squeezed her neck just a little tighter and that brought on the floodgates. Her walls squeezed him tight, pulling him in, as she rode her high. Minho kept going through it and released her neck, letting her catch her breath as his high overcame him. Cursing as he pumped his cum into her like he was trying to get her pregnant again.
     Once he was sure he had finished, he pulled out and rolled his wife over, pecking her lips and finally saying good morning to her.
     âShould wake me up like that more often,â Y/n giggled
     âIâll remember that next time I get a hard-on in the middle of the night.â Minho laughed with her.
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dancing in the dark | mick schumacher
summary: after her team gets totally ripped apart in court, yn returns home and changes into some comfy clothes, content to lounge on the couch for the rest of the evening. however, that flannel shirt drives mick crazy, and he has other plans
pairing: mick schumacher x law clerk!girlfriend! reader
warnings: 18+ content, cutesy smut, (seriously this smut should feel horny and like a warm hug at the same time), mick says some funny things. the lawyer referenced is mickey haller from 'the lincoln lawyer' because i fucking said so. (i literally just realized what i've done giving her boss and her lover the same name lmao i dont know any other tv lawyers so this stands and im making it part of the plot) itâs actually shorter and a lil less graphic than originally intended dont shot the messenger
court was rarely ever pretty, but usually yn could leave a courtroom feeling like she did the best she could.
not today. she was shaky as she left the courtroom, even after mickey haller, the lawyer that she worked for, assured her that she'd done nothing wrong.
"that was my mistake, not yours." he had insisted. "everything you put in that document i told you to. lorna and i checked it three times before i filed it."
of course, that did nothing to make her feel better as she drove back home, taking the rest of the afternoon off. mickey had insisted, which usually meant he had something to work on that he didn't want any help on.
when she pulled into her driveway, she dragged herself out of the small car, and into her empty house. mick was still out, presumably with the dog. he had training this morning, and then a meeting in the afternoon, so he had likely taken angie to his mothers.
still feeling off, she stripped out of her court clothes, donning her fuzzy socks and a plaid flannel top. she let her hair down from its tight bun, gently massaging her scalp before heading to the kitchen to make a mug of hot chocolate.
the file was still in her bag, along with a red-marked copy of the form that had been misfiled. the entire trial had to be postponed, so the haller camp was likely the most hated set of people in that courtroom.
she turned the kitchen radio on, a habit she had picked up from her grandparents. her grandfather loved seventies music, so there was always some don mclean or dolly parton playing in his house when she grew up. she herself preferred the eighties: inxs, springsteen, blondie, benatar.
she heard the front door open, followed by the sound of mick's duffel bag hitting the floor. she listened to his footsteps, and it was soon enough that she felt his arms wrapping around her waist.
"i thought you were in court today?" he mumbled, kissing her shoulder softly. she could smell his cologne, a musky and earthy scent. something inexpensive, for he saved the dior for special occasions.
"we got absolutely destroyed this morning over a misfield document with the courts, so mickey sent us all home to regroup."
truth be told, it was days like this one that had yn questioning why she'd even started this job in the first place. lately she'd had more bad days than good ones, but lorna had assured her that it would pass.
"you know what the great thing about being alive is?" mick said softly, taking her by the hand and gently spinning her to face him. "you can always try again tomorrow. nine times out of ten, there is always a second chance."
"i know you're right. i just feel guilty since i was the one who drafted the document." it didn't matter that mickey checked it and lorna filed it. she was the one who drafted it, so the error was hers.
"your lawyer checked it over, right? and he didn't see anything wrong with it?"
"yeah but-"
'no buts. i refuse to see my brilliant girlfriend be down on herself for something that isn't her fault."
she was about to protest again when mick swayed their bodies into a dance, slightly out of tune with the springsteen song that was playing from the corner. 'dancing in the dark'. it was their song. she smiled despite herself, laughing along and joining in with the dance. mick twirled her around the kitchen twice before hooking his hands under her thighs and lifting her into the air. she laughed in surprise, gripping his shoulder as he carried her over to the couch.
she giggled as he dropped her onto the couch, climbing over her and planting himself between her thighs. mick leaned in to kiss her, his lips soft against hers. she smiled into the kiss, exhaling softly as she unconsciously bucked against his crotch.
âyou know this shirt drives me crazy, right?â
âthis one?â she pursed her lips. âitâs almost a decade old. itâs the oldest shirt in my closet.â
mick grinned, strands of blonde hair falling into his eyes as he nuzzled his cold nose into the skin between her boobs. âyouâre like a sexy lumberjack.â
she laughed as mick kissed over the flannel on her shirt, slowly making his way down to her exposed hip where the shirt had ridden up when he placed her on the couch. "what does that even mean?"
he pressed his nose against hers, her slender legs wrapping around his toned body. "hey, pretty girl. what can i do? how can i make you feel better?"
"mhm, i think i have an idea." she smiled shyly, running a finger down his chest.
"does it involve you screaming my name in pleasure?"
"why yes, i think it does."
laughing, mick kissed her again, gently nipping at her lip before he pulled her into his arms, her legs securely wrapped around his torso. he carried her to their shared bedroom, placing her at the edge of the bed before sinking to his knees on the plush carpet.
he pulled his white t-shirt over his head, discarding it somewhere across the room as he lifted her legs over his shoulders, gently kissing up and down the expanse of her leg.
the sight of mick between her legs never failed to give her butterflies. he never hesitated to get on his knees for her, no matter how sore they may be in the morning. she never even had to ask. mick always seemed to know just what she needed.
her chest was filled with love as mick kissed, licked and sucked his way across her inner thigh. he was her sweet boy, her love. mick thought that she was an angel on earth, and had even made the cheesy 'did it hurt when you fell from heaven' joke the first night that they spent together.
he tongued at her wet core through the black cotton of her panties, eliciting a gentle gasp from the woman above him.
"you liked that, sweet girl? did that feel good?"
"yeah." she breathed, shifting on the bed, arousal jolting through her body. "i want you, mickie."
"it's so weird that you call me that when the guy you work for is also named mickey."
"it's spelt different."
"same difference." he laughed, pinching her thigh gently.
"i guarantee you that i'm not thinking about my boss right now, mick."
mick laughed, his warm hands traversing her thighs, up to her ass, and pulling her closer to his face. "raise your hips, honey pie. let's get those pesky panties off of you."
across from her, a large round mirror sat on top of the white ikea dresser, and she couldn't decide what was more erotic: the reflection of her blushing, panting face and the back of mick's head between her thighs, or looking down and seeing the look of lust and adoration in mick's eyes as he slid her calvins down her legs.
making eye contact with her lover, she teasingly began to undo the buttons on her flannel, letting the fabric fall away and expose her naked curved body to the man on his knees in front of her.
âyou fucking undo me, baby.â mick said, voice husky as he visibly held back a moan. âso pretty just for me. I donât deserve it.â
he gently ran a hand up and down her thigh as she used her legs to draw him closer to her core, the heat radiating off her skin and warming his.
he kissed her core gently, smiling at the soft sigh he drew from his lover before he began to lick at her slit, juices running down his tongue and around his lips.
âholy fuck.â she exhaled, throwing her head back.
if she looked in the mirror, sheâd be able to see micks shoulder blades rippling under his skin every time he pushed himself closer to where she needed him most.
âyeah, you needed this, didnât you? needed me to help you feel better? thatâs what Iâm here for baby, you donât even gotta ask.â
there was reverence contained in every lick, every nuzzle. every time his nose bumped her clit. every gasp and moan she let out spurred him on, encouraging him further as he continued to make out with her pussy.
âfucking hell, mick. that feels so good.â she moaned, rutting against his lips. âoh, god!â
âatta girl.â mick encouraged, snaking his arms around her waist. âjust use me to feel good, baby.â
she was flush against his face now, practically grinding herself against his tongue. she chanced a look down, moaning at the look of sheer lust in micks eyes as he met hers, his long pink tongue licking at her opening, face practically covered in her juices.
âmick, oh my god!â she squealed, thighs closing in around his face, fingers twisted up in the duvet as she tried to stay upright.
she came with a scream, arms threatening to give out beneath her as mick continued to work her to the edge, never giving up his relentless pace
âthatâs my girl. come on, give it to me. I know you can, pretty girl. I know you can do it.â
she slumped backwards, allowing the duvet to pillow around her as she felt her legs go week. her hands moved to ruffle micks hair, a lazy smile on her face. he continued to kiss her thighs as she lay there to recover, listening for every breath, every soft sigh.
âhowâre you feeling?â his voice was soft as he crept up the bed, gently hovering over her body. he laced one hand with hers, his nose running along her cheek.
âabsolutely fantastic. you always know how to make me feel good.â
when he kissed her, she could taste traces of herself on his lips. in the beginning, sheâd felt so awkward about tasting it. now? now it just served as another reminder of how much mick loved her. a reminder that he enjoyed pleasuring her.
âcan you taste how sweet you are?â he hummed, kissing her softly again. âjust like heaven, princess.â
âoh yeah?â
âyeah, pretty girl. Iâm pretty sure heaven is right between those thighs of yours.â there was a sparkle in his blue eyes, and a cheeky grin on his lips. âyou know, youâre more than just pretty. youâre fucking smart too. I wish I could be half as smart as you are. do you think that if I slipped my cock into you right now, I could absorb some of that knowledge like through osmosis or whatever?â
she grinned stupidly at the sheer absurdity of the question. once you got him in the bedroom, mick schumacher had no filter whatsoever.
âwanna try it and find out?â
mick drew back, undoing the top button on his levis while she sat up just enough to toss her flannel aside and move up the bed. she slipped a small throw pillow underneath her hips when the lay back down, sweaty hair brushed behind her ears. mick clambered up the bed to join her, large hands reaching to the knob on the bedside drawer for a condom.
he slid inside her with ease, buried to the hilt as he kissed her forehead gently. she squirmed underneath him, gently rutting her hips into his.
âI love you.â
âI love you too.â
his thrusts were gentle, yet still deep as he drew one of her legs up and around his waist, her arms coming to link around his neck as she pulled him close. he was a gentle lover, a passionate one. he believed in taking his time to make his partner feel good.
âmy god, babe, you feel so fucking good. so good for me.â he groaned down her ear, teeth nipping at her earlobe. âtaking my cock so well.â
hands on his shoulders, she could feel his muscles rippling and undulating under her dainty hands, french nails leaving small scratches along his tanned skin.
âoh, just like that.â
the pace was slow and comforting, sensual and erotic as mick somehow managed to make every thrust feel like his cock was going deeper, deeper, deeper.
âeyes on me, honey pie. I wanna see that pretty face of yours.â mick encouraged, seeing her eyes screwed shut in pleasure, cheek resting against the pillow. âwhereâs my sexy model girlfriend?â
a smile crossed her features, a moan escaping her throat as mick brushed against her spongy walls. she turned her head slightly, staring right up at his goofy smile and sweaty face.
he leaned down to kiss her, moaning into her mouth before slipping his tongue in and touching it against hers.
his hands travelled up and down her body, over all of her curves. over her breasts and rolling her nipples between his fingers.
âyouâre so pretty.â he whispered, kissing her softly. âI love you.â
âmick,â she moaned softly. âfaster.â
he smirked, snapping his hips quickly against hers. âhowâs this, baby? you close?â
âyeah.â she whined. âthink so.â
she curled her legs tighter around him, trying to pull mick closer and closer to her, trying to take him deeper and deeper. his breath was heavy on her neck as he left open mouthed kisses in his wake. one of his hands came down and over her waist, thumb rubbing gently at her sensitive clit. she moaned out a small curse, nails digging into his back.
âplease.â she panted âdonât stop.â
his free hand desperately clenched around the sage green duvet, his grip white-knuckled. her walls contracted around his cock, causing his eyes to roll into the back of his head. he swore in german, his hips faltering as he tried to keep his composure.
âgive it to me baby, come on, I know you can. keep taking my cock. fucking shit, baby, Iâm not gonna last.â
âmick!â she screamed, back arching, skin pressing against his, walls contracting around his thick dick.
her nails were digging into his back, her face flushed and facing away from him as she came. at this angle, he was happy to lean over and press gentle kisses to her face, softly whispering praise and encouragement as he continued to work himself to the edge.
his hips stuttered, cock twitching as he spilled into the condom, body shaking as he lowered himself to rest beside his lover. he had yet to pull out, their legs still locked together. her skin was warm as he pulled her into his arms, swollen lips leaving kisses against her sweaty hair and her fingertips drew shapes against the bare skin of his chest.
out in the kitchen, he could faintly hear the radio. it had long since changed from springsteen, now playing the dulcet tones of paul hewson and u2.
he knew he should get up. he at least needed to take the condom off. maybe pull a blanket over their bodies.
but having her in his arms was a type of heaven within itself. her scent overwhelming his senses, her touch comforting over his flushed skin.
he needed her beside him like he needed oxygen to breathe.
âmick,â she mumbled, head still resting against his chest. âI need to go to the bathroom, and youâve still got most of your lower body weight on me.â
he grinned sheepishly as he disentangled himself from her, watching from the bed as she strode to the closet, pulling a silken robe around her lithe frame.
he was so in love. he hoped this would be his forever.
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can you do the reader seeing matt with a little kid (around 5 or 6) and getting some crazy baby fever? thank youu <3
UGH I LOVE THIS
Matt Sturniolo x Reader
Summary: In which Y/n brings Matt to her family reunion
Warnings/Notes: She/her pronouns
Requested? Yes!
Dress Up
Bringing Matt home with me for my annual family reunion was insisted upon by my parents. My whole family absolutely adored him, always asking me to bring him around more. Hence why now, here we were, about a ten minute drive away from my grandparents home, where everyone would be meeting.
Having never met my extended family before, it was understandable for Matt to be nervous. He held my hand as he drove, lightly brushing his thumb over my knuckles every few seconds.
âYou okay?â I ask, squeezing his hand lightly.
He looks over at me, trying to hide his nervous expression. âAll good.â He says.
I nod, turning my attention back to the road. âYou donât have to stress, everyone is gonna love you.â
He chuckles. âIf I can win your dad over, Iâm sure I can do anything.â
I roll my eyes. âPlease.â I say. âYou never had to win him over. He was practically calling you âsonâ before he even met you.â
âRight.â Matt laughs.
Siri breaks our conversation, telling us to turn left and our destination would be on the right. As we pulled into my grandparents drive way, a wave of nostalgia hit me. The long gravel path leading to an old white plantation house surrounded by the most beautiful flowers. I had helped my grandmother plant different flowers in her garden for many Summers when I was younger. The neatly trimmed hedges wrapping around the edge of the porch that my grandfather always insisted on keeping up himself because ânobody else could do the job right.â
I noticed many other cars parked out front, indicating a lot of my family members were already here. As we parked, I kissed the back of Mattâs hand. âReady!â I asked.
âFor sure.â Matt smiled.
As we walked onto the porch, the sound of laughter could be heard from inside. We didnât even have a chance to knock before my grandmother opened the door.
âMy Y/n!â She said, embracing me. âIâve missed you so much!â
âHi, Gran.â I say, returning her hug.
As we pulled away, she noticed Matt beside me.
âNow this must be the young man Iâve heard so much about.â She smiles at Matt.
âAll good things, I hope.â Matt chuckles nervously.
I laugh. âGran, this is my boyfriend, Matt.â
âPleasure to meet you dear.â My grandmother says, embracing Matt as well. Pulling away, she smiles at us both. âWell come on, everyone has been asking for you.â
Walking instep with my grandmother and Matt slightly ahead, she leans in and whispers softly. âHeâs handsome!â
âOh, Gran!â I laugh.
âIâm serious!â She says. âIf I was only 60 years younger, Iâd give you a run for your money.â
As we walked into the crowded parlor, we were greeted by a chorus of âHeyâ and âWelcome homeâ. A lot of family come up to me, since the last time I had seen most of them I was young. Most of them were eager to meet Matt, having heard I was dating a âfamous Los Angeles boyâ.
Excusing myself for a moment, I go grab a couple waters for Matt and I from the kitchen.
âOh hey, Y/N.â My aunt says, seeing me enter. Her and a collection of other family members were working on tonightâs dinner, the smell immediately making me hungry.
âSmells great in here.â I compliment, grabbing two bottles of water from the fridge.
âThanks!â She beams at me. âOh, your cousins are around here looking for you. They wouldnât stop talking about how excited they were to see you.â
I laugh. âIâll keep a look out for them.â
My aunt and uncle had two twin girls, Charlotte and Katherine. They had just turned six and they were adorable. I had spent a lot of my youth babysitting them, resulting in me having an older sister relationship with the girls.
Walking back to the parlor, I notice most of the family had gone to the back yard. Scanning the yard, I cannot seem to see Matt anywhere. I grab my phone to text him, but then I hear giggling coming from down the hall followed by a deeper laugh that I recognize to be Mattâs.
Walking down the hall, I notice the light in the playroom is on. I hear a few voices coming from inside.
âWeâre going to make you look so pretty.â I hear a young voice that I recognize to be Katherineâs says.
âOh, really?â Matt asks.
âYes!â Charlotte assures. âY/n is going to love it!â
I peek in the doorway to the playroom to see Matt sat on the floor, with my cousins braiding his hair. I notice he has a few hair bows in, along with a feather boa around his neck.
I giggle softly, watching my cousins give him a makeover.
âCan we paint your nails?â Charlotte eagerly asks.
Matt looks down at his nails, the old paint peeling off of them.
âI think Iâm in need of a manicure, so sure!â Matt agrees.
âKat, grab the princess stickers and pink polish!â Charlotte demands.
Hearing this, I accidentally laugh too loud, giving my position away. All three of their heads whip in my direction.
âY/N!â Charlotte and Katherine say in unison, running up and hugging my legs.
âHi, girls.â I say, bending down to hug them. âI see youâve stolen my boyfriend.â
âDonât you think he looks pretty?â Katherine asks, motioning towards Matt.
âI think he looks gorgeous.â I say, making eye contact with Matt, who chuckles softly.
âWe were going to paint his nails, do you wanna help?â Charlotte asks.
âOf course!â I say, eagerly.
âYay!â Both girls say in unison.
Sitting down, we begin painting Mattâs nails a bright shade of pink, complete with princess stickers on every other finger. When we were finished, we slowly walk Matt over to the mirror to check out his new look.
âI look awesome!â Matt says, bending down to the girls level. âThank you, girls.â He opens his arms for a hug, as both girls practically tackle him.
I smile softly, my heart warming at the sight.
âI think next time, we should bring our princess dress for you to wear.â Katherine says.
Matt laughs. âI think that would be amazing.â
âYeah, but we have to bring the Cinderella dress.â Charlotte says. Katherine raises a puzzled eyebrow. âTo match his eyes, duh!â
âWhat do you think, Y/n?â Charlotte asks.
âI think he would make a beautiful Cinderella.â I smile, causing Matt and the girls to laugh.
A loud voice interrupts our laughter from the kitchen.
âGirls, dinner!â I hear my Uncle call.
âOur dad wants us!â Katherine tells Matt. âBut weâll finish this makeover another day.â
âIâll be counting on it.â Matt winks, ruffling her hair.
The girls laugh as they run down the hall to the kitchen. I look at Matt, whoâs covered in glitter from the feather boa.
âIâll be their Cinderalla, as long as Iâm your Prince Charming.â Matt says, pulling the boa off.
I laugh. âGod, youâre cheesy.â I grab his hands, looking at the pink artwork on his fingernails. âI canât wait to have this life with you one day.â
He pulls me into a hug, covering me in glitter. âI promise, one day, weâll have all of this.â He says. âEvery day.â
I lean back, grabbing one of the braided strands of hair. âIâm really digging these braids, though.â
âYeah?â Matt laughs.
âYeah.â I smile, pressing a small kiss on his lips.
âNow câmon, Iâm starving!â I say, leading him to the kitchen.
Matt stops on his tracks. âWhat, dressed like this?â He asks.
I smirk. âWhat, you embarrassed?â
âNever.â He replies, putting his boa back on before we exit the playroom.
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I may be too stressed to articulate this clearly but I am going to try.
While Hawai'i and Maui are trending I'm going to share this link. Its a FAQ about Hawai'i's statehood and the situation Hawai'i is in at the moment. There are people who want to be part of the U.S in Hawai'i and there are people who don't, but the people of Hawai'i were never, at any point, given an option to choose.
If you want to help Hawai'i and it's people but can't donate, spread this word. Help educate people. Make Hawai'i as the tropical paradise be replaced with the sovereign nation stolen by the u.s.
It is subtropical, meaning it is much more vulnerable to arid climates caused by climate change.
It has been systematically stripped of its native food harvesting practices and any ability to farm and self sustain. It has been systematically stripped of its previous industries. Maui used to export milk and cattle. That's all been taken away.
The islands since the 1800s were exploited as plantations, burning sugar cane and growing pineapples which are not native, diverting the water and depleting the water table.
Lahaina burned because of these practices. Because the native people were no longer allowed to govern their lands.
We as local people know that tourism is bad because this systematic destruction has happened in living memory. Within my grandparent's lifetimes, within my lifetime. I have watched this island crumble at the hands of mainland startups, hoping to take people on whale watching tours that cut the whales with their boats while people aren't allowed to have a ferry between islands. People create ziplines and tours through lands that used to belong to local people for farming and cattle. Now they're bought out for photos and hikes the local people can never afford. Hundreds of jobs have been lost in the past thirty years. Mass migrations to the mainland have been made by local people, myself included because we can no longer afford to stay on the island where we were born. Working three jobs is not enough to cover the rent because the houses are bought up by mainland people who then turn these houses into vacation rentals and charge hundreds a night. Right now these very homes are being paid for by the government so that Lahaina people have somewhere to stay and it's costing the state millions that people in the mainland are reeping.
People ask why tourism is bad. Because there are people alive today on Maui that have watched the foreign industries destroy everything. Because people alive today know what used to be and knew how to take care of the ecosystem so that this kind of calamity didn't happen. Lahaina was not just fertile. They had canals and waterways. Rivers that they would drive boats through to go from one part of town to another. It was more like Venice than this desert you see in pictures.
And do your own research. The information is out there. There are two Hawai'i's. The one you see as a tourist, and the REAL one. The one we need to protect.
Let Hawaiians have their land back. Let them restore the water to the land so we can prevent further catastrophe. Tell people about REAL Hawaii.
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A story of how this one guy's dog almost got killed by a whistling weiner:
The difference between a great story and mediocre one is all about presentation. Today I was reminded of the time when I was around 7-8 years old, and me and a handful of my cousins were at our grandparents' house when one of grandpa's hunting buddies came to visit. Drinking his coffee with a flock of curious small kids cautiously staring at him, this guy decided to amuse himself by telling us a story of the time his dog almost got killed by a sausage. A whistling sausage.
Knowing the local peoples' sense of humour, I figured that this guy is just doing a bit, even when he swore that this story is completely true. And as we giggled and kept insisting that he's talking fairytales, he reassured us again, it was true, grandpa was there. And we looked at our grandfater who was smiling, clearly seeing where this is going, and nodded very slowly. And our grandfather wasn't the type of a guy to tell stories, he rarely said three words in a row and certainly didn't waste them on nonsense. And he, an honest man, had just verified that he was there to witness this.
They had been on a hunting trip, I think it was 5 men altogether, with their dogs. It was that time of the year when people argue whether it's very late autumn or very early winter. Stinging cold, nonetheless. Taking a break before heading home, the hunters made a fire at a spot next to a lake, observing that the lake already had a thin crust of ice over it. If it wasn't already winter, it sure would be soon.
Now this is where the sausage comes in. Innocuously in the same package as its peers, indistinguishable from the others. Warming up by the fire, with their dogs gathered around them - sitting, sleeping, or begging, each according to their own nature - the men cooked their sausages, drinking coffee and talking jovially amongst themselves about whatever hunters do on pauses like that. The man telling the story had his best dog with him, he mentioned her by name, and at the time, she was still quite young but definitely promising, and was sleeping curled up beside his feet.
And then, the sausage he was cooking whistled. The way that they sometimes do as you heat them up on a fire, but somehow the whistling of this one was abnormally loud and high-pitched, and comically long, going
PWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
This scared the shit out of this guy's dog. Born and bred to chase moose and corner bears, and accustomed to the sounds of gunfire, this dog was startled fuckless by the sound of this whistling weiner. Snapping from dead sleep to her feet, she bolted. To the lake. And right through the ice.
At this point I would like to stress that while everyone who loves their dogs would go to great lengths to save them, these hunting dogs are a treasure to their hunters. I don't know what a good dog would even cost if you could convince a hunter to sell one, but my grandfather's best dog had a grander funeral than my father did. They are a big deal. So it was rescue mission time.
The guy telling the story went into much greater detail about what a huge ordeal getting that bitch out of the ice was than I will here, but it was certainly a hassle. By the time the dog was out of the water, two men were soaked to their waists with icy water and the dog was wet all the way through. Two of their cars were started and kept idling with full heat blasting to warm and dry the two men and one dog while the other three men tried their best to thaw and dry the men's pants, laughing about how the guys would even start explaining their wives why they had to drive home literally ass naked.
And to express her gratitude for being saved from a certain and icy death, the hunting dog in question pissed on a car seat.
And that was the story of how this guy's dog was almost killed by a whistling weiner.
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fake holiday date (luke hughes)
day 16 of starâs ficmas
luke hughes x reader
Luke hadnât heard from you since he left for Tampa. When he left for Tampa for the Frozen Four, he decided to break up with you. It was a hard decision but he didnât want it hard on you. But he was coming home to Michigan for the holidays and he got a text from you.
âI need help.â
Luke Hughes was still in love with you. He immediately called upon seeing your text. âHello?â you answered. Your stomach was a pit of nerves. Even though you texted him, you still felt sick when he called. âAre you okay?â he panicked. âI need a date.â
He should have hung up but you were scrambling words together. âLuke, wait, please hear me out. I kinda never told my family we ended things, and they are expecting you at Christmas. Please, just like two hours.â
Luke was silent. He didnât know what to say. You were still telling your family he was still your boyfriend? âTwo hours. Just two hours,â Luke mumbled.
Luke and you were a good couple. Envied by friends, called mom and dad by his roommates, always together. You loved Luke and he loved you, it was the right person at the wrong time. Luke was your first love, the first boy you brought home.
He sat outside your house, in his car, wearing a red sweater. He told his parents and brothers he was seeing his friends. He texted you a simple âhere.â
You exited the house and Luke sucked in a breath. You were still beautiful. Luke walked up, a secret gift folded in his pocket. âThank you,â you whispered and leaned up and kissed his cheek. You pulled him into the house and he was met with the familiar warmth of your house. Memories of him and you on the couch watching movies or eating dinners with your family.
âLuke!â your mother greeted, wiping her hands on her apron. âHoney itâs been so long, Iâm so sad (Y/N) didnât bring you by the whole summer, she said you were training but was always seeing you.â Luke nodded and smiled. âIâm sorry I havenât been around, missed you guys,â Luke lied.
You had coached Luke, saying he was so busy with training and that you still saw him over the summer, saying that you even went with the boys to see the game in Detroit. âHowâs the season going?â your dad questioned. Your parents, aunts and uncles, cousins, and grandparents, and you and Luke eventually sat at the table for dinner.
Luke didnât need to do it, but he placed his hand on your thigh, the two of you were a perfect couple. Your family all bought the act. After dinner, Luke even helped clean up before you dragged him up to your bedroom.
It was the same as the last time he saw it. Even your pictures of you and him still were hanging, probably to further your lie. Your stuffed animal sat on your bed and he smiled. âThank you for coming, I didnât think youâd actually answer my text.â
âI wanted to get away from Jack and Quinn anyway, they were annoying me,â Luke joked. âWhy didnât you ever tell your family?â Luke asked. You sighed, sitting on the edge of your bed. âI didnât want to tell them, they were disappointed when I changed my major. I didnât want to tell them I lost my boyfriend too.â
He frowned. âI haven't dated anyone since you. My parents just think I was with you during the summer but I was really just driving around town or window shopping at stores,â you admitted. Luke opened his mouth to say something but shut it when his phone buzzed. He had been gone for three hours, his brothers and parents were wondering where he had gone. âI have to go,â Luke swallowed.
You walked him out, watching with a smile as he bid everyone a goodbye and walked him out to his car. âI hope your family is well and Jersey treats you well,â you whispered. âHave a good Christmas (Y/N).â
If Luke and you were still dating, he would have kissed you. You would have seen his parents for Christmas, messed with Quinn and Jack, it would have been all fine. âBye Luke.â
You snuck past your family, wanting to go cry in your room. You missed Luke. You entered your childhood bedroom, but there was something on your bed. It was a folded piece of paper, from Luke. You slowly unfolded it. A plane ticket to New Jersey.
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24.02.2022.
The day that changed my life forever.
24th of February 2022 should have been my usual day. No, not usual. A wonderful day. I should have been checked with a doctor, gave notice to teachers in high school of my absence, and then fly away on vacation, my parents wanted it so much.
On 23rd of February 2022 I felt happy. I had a secure, happy life, preparing to finals, hanging out with my friends, already having an offer from university.
Until 5AM 24.02.2022.
I had not a single class in my school since then.
I havenât seen my friend group in 2 years.
I didnât have my finals.
We did not have that vacation.
âDaughter, wake up. This old psychotic man attacked us. We are leaving.â
That was my first photo of the day, trying sarcastically keep myself normal. I remember that actual emptiness, reading my classmates texts about how their windows were shaking because of explosions, the sky was orange. They sent that video.
He called it âa special military operationâ.
I collected random clothes, some hobby stuff just to keep my sanity, grabbed my pet, emptied my safety locker. I was scared that russians would intrude into our home and steal all my savings, so I throw away key to that lock. This key became my symbol of war, I have never found it even after return.
When I with my parents and pet got out of flat to car we heard for the very first time air raid siren. We would hear so many more of them, we would learn to differentiate them, but then we were confused.
It was my second photo. People were going away. Foot, cars, bicycles. I remember such a surreal picture. Some moms were carrying their toddlers, one woman was carrying a bucket of water with turtles, other people were carrying cages with parrots, with dogs, with cats, with exotic pets despite air raid siren, temperature, rain. Everyone was so confused and scared.
Few days later the road we were riding was occupied. Bridges destroyed. Factories burnt. Supermarkets demolished. Houses in ruins. Road in holes. On the side of the road burnt cars with âDO NOT TOUCH, POSSIBLY EXPLOSIVEâ. That gut wrenching feeling seeing photos of dead bodies and recognising the place.
But back then it was still lively, not a road of death. I remember reading news then. First victims, first shelling. Invasion from East. Invasion from Kharkiv region. Invasion from Crimea. Invasion from Chernihiv. Invasion from Zhytomyr. And we were in Zhytomyr region at that moment. Explosions in Kyiv. The border was destroyed.
I felt nothing. Just emptiness.
This precious girl was keeping my head cool all the road. She was also scared and irritated, but she was so strong, such an amazing girl. I am so proud of her.
We were heading to my grandparents who lived closer to West Ukraine, so we would be safer. The road that takes usually just 4 hours but that time it took 13 hours. 13 hours of driving exhausted and nerved. We saw soldiers, trucks, jets, how barricades were built, signs were removed.
But we made it. We were lucky. Lucky to be alive, to have family alive and mostly close to West, further from russia. Even though, part of my extended family still was under occupation in Chernihiv region, suffering from such close border with belarus.
When we arrived, we were just silent. Then collected mattresses for shelter, asked grandpa to grab some patrol (we knew that they would definitely destroy reservoirs and literally next day the started doing that), and just fell asleep in something that we arrived in, being so scared.
That day I also cut ties with russian friend who I am shamed to admit having. He was proving me that this is just a military operation, no one would be harmed.
Then, arrived spring that I will never forget but at the same time never remember. I remember 10 people in one floor house. I remember the whistle of rocket that woke us up. I remember sirens. I remember news. I remember losing hope. I remember first photos after deoccupation of Kyiv region. I remember how forgotten friend of my dad suddenly called him saying that his city is fully destroyed, his neighbour right on his eyes was exploded attempting to get into the car and evacuate.
I remember my first mental breakdown. How I was crying in the darkness, but quietly so no one would notice.
We were able to return home three months later. But we are just lucky. Someone would never return. Someone is not even alive to see their home again. Someoneâs home is forever destroyed.
I was lucky that I have secured my place at foreign university before war, but my whole family is still in Ukraine.
War is not over at all. 20% of Ukraine is occupied. So many displaced civilians, so many deaths. No one could even count, we do not have any access to bodies. Only way to identify is to deoccupy and find mass graves. No other means. Children are suffering from PTSD even in such a young age. Almost in every city, big or small, you would find graveyards covered in Ukrainian flag, grave of the soldier.
Maybe media does not talk that much of us, but it doesnât mean that everything is alright. Avdiivka is destroyed, right now operation searching for people under debris of the civilian house after attack is undergoing.
And this is happening all the time.
Who was punished for Olenivka? Who was punished for destruction of Kakhovka Dam? Who was punished for all fully destroyed cities? Who was responsible for all that absolutely atrocious videos torturing Ukrainian soldiers?
Please, remember, Ukraine is still on fire. People are still dying. Soldiers cannot even counterattack because they do not have enough ammo, just for protection. Information war is also waging, sharing all that misinformation, Nazi narratives, russian propaganda.
Remember.
Help.
Share.
russia is a terrorist state.
Glory to Ukraine.
Glory to the Heroes.
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not my boyfriend
luke hughes x fem reader
word count: 9.6k (the google doc was forty pages long idk what happened i got carried away)
warnings: jokes about dying/being killed, drinking, mentions of harassment (none actually happens though, just a topic discussed.) cursing, party games, lots of fighting that couldâve been avoided, VERY unrealistic scenarios and timelines lol, reader is stubborn for no reason and pisses me off (sorry)
note: this takes place during lukeâs first full season as a devil. also idk how season tickets work with the devils so... hope yâall enjoy, leave feedback and lmk what you think, love yâall babes <3!!!
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growing up in newark meant you were a devils fan by default. which wasnât a bad thing, your father was a season ticket holder and often took you to games with him as you were the only one of your siblings who was still living at home.
you were the youngest of five, all others being boys, and the university you attended was only a five minute drive from your house so instead of moving into the dorms you continued to live at home.Â
at each game you always wore unmarked jerseys, shirts, and hoodies. no number or last names on any of them, you werenât a big enough fan to have a jersey that branded you so you stayed content with your blank ones.Â
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it was the home opener for the devils and your father dragged you, along with all your brothers, out to attend the game with him. he managed to get tickets right behind the devils bench this year, you didnât even want to know how much money he had to spend to get them.Â
âdad isnât this a bit much? the game is going to be the exact same if we were sitting in our normal seats, two levels above.â you asked him once everyone was situated and comfortable in their seats.
âoh shut up y/n, these seats are great and who knows maybe youâll catch the eye of a cute hockey player and you can live out your trophy wife fantasies.â your brother, who was sitting two seats down from you, teased.
âshut up david.â you said reaching over your other brothers to hit him, which you didâŚthree times.
âwould you two cut it out, youâre attracting a crowd.â your father scolded.
he was right, not only were a few people sitting behind you watching, but so were a couple people on the bench in front of you.
you groaned in embarrassment and hid your face in your brother gavinâs shoulder.Â
âkill me gav, kill me.â your voice was muffled.
ânumber forty three is staring pretty hard right now y/n.â gavin wiggled his eyebrows at you.
you shot your head up and made, brief, eye contact with a boy who looked around your age before he quickly looked away. another player, who looked just a little older than you, laughed at him before giving you a wink.
âiâm serious gavin, shoot me right here.â you said, pointing between your eyes. âlike iâm a horse that just broke itâs leg.â
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after the game you went to dinner with your family before you parted ways. you had picked up your coworkers shift because he had a family emergency and wasnât able to come in. during the summer between your senior year of high school and your freshman year of college you attended bartending school. you thought that working in the night life industry, especially as a young attractive woman, that you would be getting a lot of money in tips.
and you were correct.
your grandparents were covering your tuition, and since you were living at home there were no room and board charges, but you did have a car to pay for, books and school supplies, as well as an addiction to shopping that you had to support. so the job really was great.
it was a nice cocktail, lounge, styled bar. lots of business meetings took place, and overall upper class patrons were the ones who would visit. it wasnât rare that local celebrities would stop by, or new yorkers wanting a lower tax on their tequila sunrise. so when a few people on the new jersey devils roster walked in, nobody was surprised.Â
ây/n iâll take bottle service for them tonight if you cover my side of the bar while iâm out? we can split their tip 70/30.â your coworker brian suggested after seeing them all make their way towards the private section, meaning they would not be ordering drinks themselves like all the other people in the establishment.Â
â60/40, itâs a saturday night brian.â he rolled his eyes before agreeing, making his way over to the group as you began writing down tickets.
with brian gone you were now the only one behind the bar, it being a busy saturday night you didnât really have any time to yourself. constantly getting new orders, or people confused why you needed their card to open a tab, you werenât really planning on taking a break anytime soon.Â
âwhat can i get you?â you asked whoever sat in the seat across from where you were currently fulfilling orders. you didnât look up to properly acknowledge the customer, but you know they heard you because your question was quickly followed by a long âuhhhhhâ before you placed the drinks you had been working on infront of their respective owners.
âwhile you uhhhh on that, iâm gonna go help customers that know what they want.â you didnât really mean to be so rude, but you didnât have time to provide good customer service.
âwait!â you had barely turned around before the customer stopped you. âiâm sorry, itâs just that i am not twenty one, so i donât know what i can order here.â
âyouâre not old enough to drink? how the hell did you get in? because if you used a fake iâm sorry but iâm gonna have to cut it.â you finally looked up from the glasses in front of you to see who exactly you were speaking with. he looked familiar, you couldnât figure out where you knew him from. probably just a student youâve seen around campus.
âno itâs nothing like that. iâm here with some of my teammates.â he nodded his head towards the private section where you could see brian making them drinks.
you looked back at his face again before the realization hit you.
âyou were the player staring at me earlier.â
âyou were the girl that slapped her brother in front of everyone earlier.â
you blushed at his recollection of you, he blushed at yours as well.Â
âguilty.â you both said at the same time, causing some laughs to let out before the moment was interrupted by some people on the other side of the bar yelling that they wanted their drinks.
âiâll be back in a little bit, sorry.â you apologized to the boy before turning to start making the drinks that the customers had ordered nearly five minutes ago, audibly groaning at the line that was forming all around the bar and the amount of people now entering.
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it ended up being nearly thirty minutes before the rush of orders you had gotten was cleared and you had time to go back to where that boy was sitting. you werenât surprised that he was no longer there, but you were disappointed.Â
you decided to take the rare break to your advantage and poured yourself a glass of apple juice, savoring the taste before you brought your attention towards the group in the back. brian mustâve really been working for those tips because you had never seen a group so entertained in your life.Â
making eye contact with the boy, you smiled as he stood up from his seat, excusing himself from the group being met with a smirk from the guy he was sitting next to, who you recognized as the one who winked at you earlier.
âyou know you guys are paying for bottle service, you donât have to come up to the bar to order drinks. itâs kinda what it was made for.â you said once the boy had sat down in the seat he was in just an hour before.
âi know, but i donât want the guys to make fun of me for ordering orange juice.â
âare you assuming that i wouldnât make fun of you? because i would, and i will. iâm team apple juice.â you said, raising your glass filled with apple juice, into the air.Â
âcanât drink on the job?âÂ
you laughed at how stupid of a question that was, just because you worked as a bartender doesnât mean you have no decorum. â couldnât even if i wanted to, iâm nineteen.âÂ
âoh so youâre my age, well a year younger.â he smiled to himself. âiâm twenty.â
you nodded at his words, too busy closing out a tab to respond.
âhow can you work here though? if youâre nineteen. donât you have to be twenty one?â he asked.
âno, you need to be eighteen to serve alcohol in the states.â you responded, not even looking up.
âgot it.â he trailed off, it quickly became awkward as you were too busy to give him the attention he was obviously looking for. âiâm luke by the way, donât think i told you my name yet.â
âiâm y/n, but iâm pretty busy right now so maybe you could go back to your table. i donât mean to be rude, but i canât spend my whole shift talking to you and not working.â you told him, noticing the long line that was beginning to form again.
âoh yea of course, sorry. umm iâll see you around.â luke said, getting up.
you didnât respond and just walked over to the other side of the bar where the people who had been waiting the longest were.
luke sighed before walking back over to his group.
âwhatâs the matter lukey? couldnât impress the hot girl by ordering an orange juice.â
âshut up jack.â
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it was only five days later that your father was bringing you along to another devils game and once again you got dressed in your unnamed jersey and a pair of leggings. you had work right after, having taken the closing shift tonight so you would be able to enjoy the game for at least an hour and a half before you would have to go.
âdad please tell me we arenât in those seats again. you donât need to be wasting your money like that, our usual seats are just fine.â you spoke as you followed your dad through the arena.
âsweetie, it is my money to spend and i wanted this. i never miss a home game, all of the money spent is being spent for good use.â you father responded, making his way down towards the glass.Â
you had arrived after warm ups were finished so now you were just waiting for the game to actually start. playing a game on your phone, you were easily pulled into a trance and didnât even realize that the players had made their way onto the ice until your father nudged you.
ây/n would you pay attention? the boy is looking at you again.â your head shot up at his words and you quickly made eye contact with the boy from last week, luke.Â
he waved at you before turning around before you even had the chance to wave back.
âthat was weird.â you said, not to anyone in particular, but you werenât aware of your volume because that same guy that winked at you began laughing and pushed luke who was visibly blushing.
+++
âcan i get an orange juice? on the rocks.âÂ
you turned around to see number forty three smiling at you, his hand behind his neck in an awkward stance.
âluke.â
ây/n.â
âis your group here today? we didnât get any mentions of bottle service being needed tonight.â
âyeah, it was a last minute thing. i asked if we could come to this bar instead of the one we had planned on going to.â
âwhy? because the orange juice is that good?â
âwithout a doubt.âÂ
you laughed at his words before looking over at your coworker.Â
âdo you wanna do bottle service tonight? or should i?â
âiâll do it. the general manager is here tonight and you know how she gets when itâs a group of men getting bottle service.âÂ
âgot it, thank you brian.â
you looked back to see luke staring at you confused.
âwhy doesnât she like men getting bottle service?â
âitâs not that, there have just been a few too many cases of us having to kick people out because of their behavior towards female bartenders.âÂ
âhas that ever happened to you?â his voice suddenly angry, causing you to look at him funny.
âcool it casanova.â you laughed, ignoring his question because you have. thatâs just what comes with a job in the night life industry though. âi have to get back to work, but iâll see you around luke.âÂ
dejected, luke made his way to where his teammates were sitting.
âdid you fuck up again?âÂ
âyesâŚ? i honestly donât know.â
+++
it had been two weeks since that night.
you hadnât been able to make it to any of the devils games due to coming down with a bug, also causing you to miss school and work. it definitely wasnât ideal considering it was nearly thanksgiving break, which meant it was nearly finals week. but you couldnât complain, it was always nice to do nothing but binge watch investigation discovery and drink yellow gatorade all day.
âdad can i come with you to the game tonight? my fever is gone and i havenât been sick in three days. i need to get out of the house badly.â you asked your father once he made it home from work.
âsure sweetie. iâm planning on leaving in half an hour, i want to make it to warm ups tonight.â he replied, shuffling through the mail.
âgot it dad, iâll go get ready.â
+++
you quickly got ready for the game. deciding that you wouldnât wear any makeup tonight, your eyelash extensions were enough to carry the rest of the face. tying your hair into a braid, you got dressed in an unmarked devils hoodie and leggings before throwing your shoes on.
âdad iâm ready if you wanna leave a little earlier.â you called out from upstairs, spraying your perfume on.
âsounds good hun, iâll meet you in the car.âÂ
you were really excited for tonight's game, mainly because this was your first outing in civilization in nearly fourteen days, but a little part of you was excited to see luke again.Â
a little part of you was afraid he had forgotten who you were, as you had only interacted a handful of times.Â
a loud honk ripped you from your thoughts as you could hear your father yelling from outside.
âiâm about to leave without you y/n.â
+++
you sat in your seat playing on your phone as you anxiously waited for the game to start
âwhatâs got you so jittery?â your father asks, noticing your legs bouncing. âdoes it have anything to do with number forty three?â
your eyes widened at the second question that came from your fatherâs mouth.
âi have no idea what youâre talking about.â you spoke defensively.
âwell i thought i might ask because he has been staring at you since he got onto the ice.â
you had been so caught up in your thoughts that you missed warmups beginning, and looking up you met lukeâs eyes.
you gave him a smile and a small wave, which he returned before number eighty six rammed into his shoulders and luke went back to what he was supposed to be doing.
+++
after the game you decided to tackle the large load of school work that had been piling up from your sick days.
you managed to spend a good three hours uninterrupted before your phone began ringing. you picked it up to see your general manager's contact shown on the screen. groaning you answered the call, hoping she wasnât going to call you in because there is nothing worse than a friday night shift.
âhey y/n, iâm sorry to bother you but this boy is currently asking about you at the bar and i need to know if you know him or if i need to ban him from the property.â she spoke.
your eyes widened, a little scared because this wouldnât be the first time that youâve had creepy men asking about you on your nights off.
âwhat is his name?â you ask, you doubted it but there was a chance you did know him.
âluke hughes.â you heard him yell in the background.
âyes darlene, i know him. he is harmless, please let him leave the jail cell.â you joked, knowing for a fact she had him held captive in the office.Â
âhe wants your number.â she whispered.
âjust give it to him, and seriously let him go. him and his teammates tip a lot.â
+++
from: *** *** ****
y/n?
from: *** *** ****
this is luke.Â
from: *** *** ****
iâm a little nervous that your boss gave me a fake number just so i would leave her alone, so if you could respond that would be greatly appreciated.
to: *** *** ****
iâm sorry, but youâve reached the rejection hotline. the person who gave you this number is not interested.
from: *** *** ****
lovely.
to: *** *** ****
iâm totally kidding.
to: *** *** ****
this is y/n lmao.
from: luke hughes
that is not funny.
+++
over the course of the weekend you and luke texted a lot.Â
mainly just basic information. favorite food, tv shows, some random questions.
from: luke hughes
why do you wear blank jerseys?
from: luke hughes
and blank everything else? you never have a name or number on you at games.
to: luke hughes
thatâs just not something iâm into.
to: luke hughes
there isnât a hockey player i like enough to wear their name or number.
that wasnât entirely true.Â
while you were a devils fan by default, you were a hurricanes fan and sebastian aho enthusiast by choice.Â
you had multiple jerseys and shirts with his name and number all over them, but the devils only played the hurricanes on home ice a limited time each season so you werenât able to break out your collection all that often.Â
luckily for you, the hurricanes were playing the devils at the prudential center in five weeks and that was one of the only things you were truly looking forward to these days, as sad as that sounds.
+++
âthe boy who keeps asking for you is here.â brian said to you as he entered the office.Â
âwhat do you mean keeps? darlene just told me about the one time.â you responded, turning your attention off of the roblox game you were playing and towards your coworker.
âbecause iâve only ever gotten darlene involved once. he kept asking for your schedule that night and i nearly called the cops.do you know how scared i was? not for you of course, just of the amount of paperwork and witness reports iâd have to deal with. did i ever tell you about the time that one psycho came in here with a butter knife and threatenedââÂ
âbrian focus.âÂ
âright sorry. he has come in asking for you at least ten times now. if you want me to kick him out i will, iâve been working out.â brian finished his rant by flexing his muscles, that werenât even there.
âyouâre 5â7 brian. no amount of muscle will make up for that.â you started, picking your phone up. âiâve got it donât worry, but thanks.â
to: luke hughes
are you stalking me?
to: luke hughes
because i will get a restraining order against you.
to: luke hughes
i donât care how attractive you are.
from: luke hughes
so you think iâm attractive?
to: luke hughes
is that seriously all you got from that??
to: luke hughes
STOP BOTHERING MY COWORKERS !!!
from: luke hughes
will do.
from: luke hughes
as long as you agree to go out with me this week.
to: luke hughes
fine.
to: luke hughes
but only because i would like to go one night without my coworkers asking if they need to place your image on the blacklisted board.
from: luke hughes
yeah totally âonly becauseââŚ
+++
âso you expect me to believe that after the game tonight you are going out with luke hughes. the rookie player for the new jersey devils?â your father asks.
âyes dad.â you deadpanned.
you had told him of your plans for after the game tonight forty minutes ago and he does not believe you in the slightest.
âwhat did you take for your migraine earlier?â he asks, chuckling. âoh no, did you get into my medicine cabinet? iâm pretty sure i bought those painkillers back in âeighty-nine.âÂ
âyouâre hilarious. now can we leave please? warm ups are already almost over.â you said, unamused, while your father was bent over laughing at his stupid joke. âiâm going without you.â
âlike hell you are.â he said, snapping up right and marching over to the front door. âif you are telling me the truth i have to meet this boy and talk to himâŚto ask him if youâre blackmailing him into this.â
he added that last part once he was already outside, you groaned as you heard him laughing from inside the car.
+++
to: luke hughes
i will be waiting in the car park after the game whenever you get out.
to: luke hughes
also my dad wants to meet you.
to: luke hughes
he says itâs because he needs to make sure iâm safe, but really he just thinks iâm lying to him about your existence in my life.
+++
âsweetie when is he coming? it is late and iâve got work in the morning.â your father asks, for what feels like the hundredth time.
âdad, iâve already told you that you can leave. i donât need you here.â you replied, for what felt like the hundredth time.
âwhat if he kidnaps you? or kills you? heâs got money, he could cover it up in an instant.â he snaps his fingers when he said instant to emphasize his point.
âi would never do that sir.â a different voice cut in.
both you and your fathers heads whip around and youâre met with the sight of luke, looking very good in his suit.
âholy shit y/n you werenât lying to me.â your dad says, walking up to where luke was standing to shake his hand. âlet me tell you kid, i thought my daughter had lost her mind.âÂ
âdad. please stop.â you stated, annoyed at his behavior, finding a spot to stand next to luke.Â
âright. sorry sweetie.â he said before turning his attention back towards luke. âhave her home no later than midnight.âÂ
âyes sir.â luke stated, before your dad turned around and walked towards his car.
âso where are we going?â you ask. âyouâre dressed like weâre going to a five star restaurant and iâm dressed like weâre going to a drive thru.â you explained, pointing to the major differences in your attire.
âiâll meet you halfway.â
+++
âis it too late to tell you that i prefer qdoba?â you told luke as he pulled into the parking lot of a chipotle.
âi think i should take you home.â luke joked, before running around the car to open your door for you, slightly tripping in the process.Â
âi should warn you though, i get queso and guac on my burritos.â you told him, knowing that he would be paying.
âwhat? thatâs like an extra seven dollars.â he complains, holding the front door open for you to walk in.
âshouldâve taken me to qdoba, itâs free there.âÂ
+++
the night went very well.
you and luke talked about anything and everything.Â
it was fifteen minutes to midnight when luke pulled up in front of your house to say goodbye.
noticing that the lights were on, luke asked if your father really stayed up to see if he had brought you home on time.
âi can guarantee he is currently in his recliner and snoring.â you told luke before you both started walking up the porch steps.
âwell i had lots of fun tonight. you should really send me a text whenever youâre bored at work, i can always use my celebrity status to get in while being underage.â luke said once you had made it to the front door.
âyour C-list celebrity status?â you started.
â-oh come on, iâm a b-list at least.â he cut in.
âdonât you have better things to do than sit at a bar and drink orange juice?â you finished your thought.
âhonestly no. i donât have any friends in jersey that arenât my teammates.â
âwell if you ever want to go to a party or hang out with me and my friends you always can, just text me if youâre ever bored at home.âÂ
you said your proper goodbyes and once you stepped into your house you saw your father asleep in his recliner.
to: luke hughes
*image*
i told you he would be asleep. he would never know if we actually stayed out past curfew.
from: luke hughes
did you catch him mid snore in that photo? thatâs honestly a violation.
+++
from: luke hughes
iâm bored.
to: luke hughes
what am i supposed to do about that?
from: luke hughes
đđđ
to: luke hughes
IâM KIDDING
to: luke hughes
do you not have a game tonight? because iâm planning on attending a frat party tonight if you would like to tag along.
to: luke hughes
unless you are now above frat parties after finishing school.
from: luke hughes
iâd love to join you.
to: luke hughes
great! i was planning on getting there at 10:30. do you just want to drive to my house? my friends are taking me btw and we could always just double buckle.
from: luke hughes
yea sure. what should i wear?
to: luke hughes
oh nothing too fancy just a tuxedo.
to: luke hughes
bowtie included.
from: luke hughes
i hate you.
+++
âwill you all please promise to be nice to him and be on your best behavior? i think i actually like this one and i donât him to be scared away.â you warned your friends who were currently in your room pregaming.
âhey donât look at me, iâll be nice as hell to your new boy toy.â your best friend, trinity, spoke. you rolled your eyes at her before looking at the boys who crowded on your floor.
âcal, bass, and tyler.â you spoke firmly, attempting to intimidate them. âi swear to god if any of you make him uncomfortable, all of my images and videos from syllabus week are getting posted on the main.â
âsir yes sir!â the three shouted in unison, only causing your eyes to roll back further into your head.
âjust please be welcoming. talk to him, get to know him, do not force him to play rage cage if he does not want to.â you emphasized that last point at kade.
âif he doesnât willingly play rage cage he isnât the one for you y/n.â
you were about to make a snarky comment but were cut off by your phone going off.
from: luke hughes
hey iâm outside. should i knock or wait out here?
to: luke hughes
just come inside, front door is unlocked.Â
to: luke hughes
weâre upstairs in my room, just follow the sound of shitty music. my friend bass has aux tonight.
you could feel the nerves bubbling up in your stomach. you hadnât informed the group that your luke was luke hughes, they were all devils fans and were in the know about things so they definitely know who he is.
âhe is coming upstairs right now, yâall iâm serious, best behavior.â
the sound of a knock made all five heads turn towards the door.
âno fucking way-â
âshut it!â you cut cal off. âhey luke, come in. there are shooters on my desk if you want something to pregame with. trinity is sober tonight so you donât have to worry about driving.â
luke makes his way over to your dresser and grabs three shooters before making his way towards the spot next to you.
âeverybody this is luke, luke this is everybody.â you motioned your hands back and forth. âtyler, cal, trinity, and bass.âÂ
you pointed to your friends, who were looking at the two of you with shock and disbelief on their faces, as you named them.
âletâs go to the party, i wanna play rage cage.âÂ
+++
âis bass your real name or is it just a nickname?âÂ
after arriving at the party you and your group established where trinity would be all night everyone started asking luke questions, the majority of them were about hockey and the nhl before you texted the groupchat and told them to shut their fucking mouths about his career.
ânickname. my name is sebastian, but this one-â bass grabs onto your shoulders and pulls you in front of him. â-says there is only one sebastian in her life and i am, unfortunately, not him so she started calling me bass and everybody else just latched onto it.â
you glared at him before speaking. âi was being sarcastic when i told you that, and you came up with the fucking nickname.â
âyeah, itâs not y/nâs fault you share a name with the love of her life and future husband.â tyler said, giggling after you hit his stomach.
âokay letâs go play rage cage, yâall need to shut up.â you said making your way outside, trinity informed everyone that she would stay in her spot and to text her if it is urgent. âluke do you play rage cage?â
it was an important question.Â
sure most people favor cup pong or even flip up as a party game, but rage cage was what you and your friends dominated at every function.
âi have never played it before. havenât even heard of it.â luke shrugged.Â
everyoneâs movements paused for a second before hell froze over.
âWHAT?â
âyouâve never heard of it?â
âwhat fucking school did you go to?â
ây/n get him out of my face.â
you werenât even sure who said what, but luke had a slightly scared look on his face.Â
âtheyâre joking luke, let me teach you how to play.â
+++
âso your future husband's name is sebastian? should i even continue pursuing you?â luke asked, jokingly, once you two were left alone in the backyard, tyler had drank one too many bitch cups and needed to be nursed back to health.
âi am most definitely not marrying him. he is six years older than me, lives hundreds of miles away, and also knows nothing of my existence.â you informed luke before finishing your drink. âyou should definitely continue to pursue me.â
+++
from: luke hughes
are you coming to the game tonight?
from: luke hughes
i have a proposition for you, if you are.
to: luke hughes
iâm listening
from: luke hughes
you wear my jersey tonight, and in return i win the game.
from: luke hughes
itâs a win-win situation
to: luke hughes
yea for you. i get nothing out of it.
to: luke hughes
also i do not own a jersey with anyoneâs name on it, let alone yours.
to: luke hughes
and you are NOT buying me one. if i want a jersey i will pay for it myselfâŚor my father will.
from: luke hughes
fine.
from: luke hughes
but when you become my girlfriend you have to wear my jersey, no matter what.
to: luke hughes
okay, if i become your girlfriend i will wear your jersey.
from: luke hughes
not if, when.
to: luke hughes
iâll see you tonight weirdo.
+++
âyour boyfriend is waving at you.âÂ
âdavid shut up he isnât my boyfriend.â you responded to your brother, shoving him.
you waved back at luke before his smile dropped and he pointed towards the jersey david was wearing. how you didnât see the name and number on the back before? you didnât know.
âare you seriously wearing lukeâs jersey right now?â you placed your head in your hands knowing the conversation that would come of this. âhe asks me to wear it before every home game and i never do, and now my own brother is wearing his jersey and not me.â
âwhy wonât you wear his jersey?â your brother asks, finishing off his beer. â-and donât give me that bullshit answer of you never wear anyoneâs jersey. you wear ahoâs.â
âthatâs because sebastian aho is sebastian aho.â you deadpanned. âthere has never been a player, besides aho, that i have liked enough to wear their number. iâm not a fan of anyoneâŚbesides aho.â
âyeah, but lukeâs your boyfriend.â
âoh my god he isnât my boyfriend, do you ever listen to me? idiot.â
+++
âso your brother wears my jersey, but you donât?âÂ
the sound of lukeâs voice drew your attention away from the tab you were closing out at work. âi knew you were gonna show up tonight. remind me again why i decided to give you my schedule?â
âbecause iâm awesome.â luke answered, taking a seat in front of you. â-but of course not awesome enough for you to wear my jersey.â
âare we still on that?â you asked, handing luke a pop.Â
âyes we are.â he stated blankly. âseriously i donât understand why you wonât just wear my jersey. you said you didnât want to pay for one, and that i couldnât pay for one. but now that i know your brother has one i would very much appreciate it if you would wear it, to at least one game.â
âiâll think about it.â
+++
your answer was no. that was three weeks ago and you still had yet to wear a jersey with the number forty three on the back.
tonight you were excited.Â
the carolina hurricanes were playing the devils at the prudential center tonight and you and your friends all got seats behind the canes bench. none of them were canes fans, but this one the one game a year that you had the opportunity to sit near sebastian aho and you would be damned if you missed out on that opportunity.Â
from: luke hughes
you coming tonight?
to: luke hughes
yeah.
to: luke hughes
so are trinity, bass, tyler, and cal.
from: luke hughes
oh great, i havenât seen them in a bit.
from: luke hughes
are you guys going out after the game? itâs a friday night.
to: luke hughes
yes we are. calâs frat is hosting this sport night thing if you wanna come with.
to: luke hughes
just bring a jersey to change into after the game.
from: luke hughes
oh crap i donât own any jerseys.
to: luke hughes
youâre hilarious bud.
to: luke hughes
but just so you know iâm not sitting in my usual spot tonight. my brothers are sitting with my dad tonight.
+++
âno fucking way.â
that was the first thing you heard as you got in bassâ car.
âwhat?â you asked, everyone looked at you in disbelief.
âyou are wearing ahoâs jersey.â tyler replied, speaking for everyone in the car. âand youâre dating luke hughes.â
âi am not dating luke, you guys know that.â you deadpanned, you were getting sick and tired of people mistaking you for lukeâs girlfriend. almost as much as you were sick and tired of not being lukeâs girlfriend. â-and you also know that i am a loyal sebastian aho supporter before anything else.â you added the end in a lighter tone of voice.Â
âalright, but when luke gets upset with you tonight you cannot be angry when we tell you we told you so.â
the rest of the car ride only one thing, a question, was on your mind, would he really get upset with you?
+++
âoh my god!â
âhow many times are you gonna say oh my god tonight y/n?â trinity asked.
she had a point. it was like the only thing that was coming out of your mouth.
ânever.â you deadpanned. âsebastian aho is right in front of me. my future husband is right in front of me.â you got more giddy by the end of your statement.
âoh wow y/n, youâre blushing.â cal poked your side. âthatâs pathetic.â
âlover boy, two oâclock. does not look happy.â
you looked over to your right and saw luke looking at you with an expression you couldnât quite read, but bass was right, he did not look happy.
+++
âGOAL!â you screamed, shooting up from your seat. âSUCK IT DEVILS!â
âalright calm down y/n.â tyler said, laughing at you.
âNO! sebastian aho just scored his second goal of the night, if he gets one more iâm gonna lose it.â you replied, sitting back down.
âoh god you havenât lost it yet?â
+++
to: luke hughes
hey! sorry about the game, you played great :)
to: luke hughes
if you do want to come to the party weâll be at this is the address.
to: luke hughes
12345 house street
to: luke hughes
i hope to see you there.
âso is your boyfriend coming tonight?â cal asked.Â
ânot my boyfriend.â you started. âand i donât know. i just texted him the address for him to meet us there if he wants.â
âok. real talk,â trinity started. âdo you want him to be your boyfriend?âÂ
âi do-â
you were cut off by the screaming of your four friends.
âshut it.â you snapped, effectively shutting them up. âi do want him to be my boyfriend, but i have no idea if he wants me to be his girlfriend. i mean weâve known each other for three months and he has talked about us dating in the past but he hasnât asked me out yet and i donât know if he ever will.âÂ
ây/n donât be like that. i can tell by the way he looks at you and acts around you that he likes you, a lot, and also he looked jealous as hell when he saw whose jersey you were wearing tonight.â bass said, wrapping his arm around your shoulder.Â
âokay enough with the pity party, lets go to the party. i need a drink.âÂ
+++
from: luke hughes
not really in the mood for a party tonight.Â
to: luke hughes
oh ok.Â
to: luke hughes
well iâll see you soon, yeah?
âluke isnât coming tonight.â you told the group, an upset look rested on your face.
âohâŚwell itâs probably nothing. i wouldnât want to go out and celebrate a loss.â trinity said, giving you a reassuring smile.Â
âok i seriously need a drink now.âÂ
+++
it has been over a week since the game and luke hasnât spoken to you once.Â
all texts have been left unanswered, he hasnât come to visit you at work, and when you were at the game two days ago he didnât look at you once.
you were working the closing shift tonight, and it was a monday so it was not very busy. in the past you would text luke and he would arrive as soon as he could, but you stopped attempting to communicate with luke two days ago, after the game. he made it clear he no longer wanted anything to do with you.
ây/n, someone is at the bar asking for you.â you looked up from the wall you were staring at in the office to see brian. ânot the usual one though. did you and your boyfriend break up?âÂ
you had a little bit of hope that it was luke for just a moment, before brian told you it wasnât him. âheâs not my boyfriend. never was.â
you stepped out of the back room to see the other hughes brother sitting at your bar.
âhello jack. what do i owe the pleasure?â you ask, planting yourself across from him.
âwe need to talk about you and luke.â he replied curtly.
âthere is no me and luke, he has made it very clear that he is no longer interested in being my friend anymore.â you said, pouring a drink for no one, you just needed something to do.
âthatâs the thing. he does want to be your friend, more than that. this past week he has not shut up about you and how you guys werenât talking anymore. what happened?â jack asked, grabbing the now finished drink and bringing it to his lips.
âi donât even know. we were planning on going to this party at my friends frat together and then after your guysâ game against the hurricanes he flaked out and hasnât spoken to me since. iâve reached out and havenât gotten anything back, i was at the game on saturday and he didnât even look at me, so if he is upset that we arenât talking then he is just upset with himself.â you took a moment to catch your breath before looking at jack.
âwhose jersey did you wear to our game against the hurricanes?âÂ
âsebastian ahoâs. why?â
jack let out a chuckle and shook his head. âmakes sense. he was muttering stupid sebastian aho and fucking homewrecker the whole way home and bunkered himself in his room for days.âÂ
âi always refused to wear his jersey to games, or his anything, and now iâm realizing i probably pissed him off by wearing someone elseâs name and number when iâve been telling him the whole time iâve known him that the reason i wonât wear his stuff is because i donât wear anyones.â you told jack, pouring another drink.
âi wouldnât say he is pissed off. he is definitely upset though.â jack starts, standing up. âi think you should come to our game this thursday-â
âi always go to your games.â you cut him off. âwell come to our game this thursday wearing his jersey. i think that is all he wantsâŚwell that and you being his girlfriend.â jack finished, not giving you a chance to respond before walking out the front doors.
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âdavid please, just let me borrow your jersey for one night.â you begged your brother over the phone.
âno can do little sis. just go buy your own, i mean it might be beneficial to own your own luke hughes jersey when luke hughes is your boyfriend.â
âdavid iâm not even gonna say it, but seriously? where am i gonna find a jersey on such short notice?â âat literally any store in newark. walk down mainstreet and youâll probably find five in the front window of shops.â david answers, the sarcastic tone in his voice pissing you off further.
âgoodbye. iâm gonna go walk around looking for a jersey in the freezing cold now.â
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to: luke hughes
hey. i know we havenât talked in a little bit but i spoke with your brother the other day.Â
to: luke hughes
iâm going to the game tonight, if you would be willing to let me see you after i would really appreciate it.
to: luke hughes
i would like to talk to you.
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you werenât able to find a jersey with lukeâs number on it so you wore a blank jersey tonight, which kind of crushed your original plan for the evening, but you still had to try.
âare you sure sweetie? because i have no issue waiting until he shows up.âÂ
âyes dad, iâm sure. iâll be fine, please go.â you assured your dad, pushing him towards his car.
it wasnât until forty minutes later that you heard footsteps approaching you. you turned your head around and frowned at the sight of jack hughes walking your way.
âsorry iâm not the brother you wanted to see, but luke left as soon as he could and ubered back to our apartment.âÂ
you nodded in defeat. âthank you for telling me. iâll just order myself an uber home thenâŚtell luke i said good game and if he ever wants to talk he can message me.â
âwhy donât you tell him yourself.â
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trinity would literally die if you told her whose car you were currently sitting shotgun in.Â
âluke made it pretty clear he doesnât want to talk to me, or even see me. i donât think this is a good idea jack.â
jack had convinced you that the best thing to do in this situation was to confront luke directly. not as much convinced you, but rather offered you a ride home and said he had to make a stop on the way, that stop being his and lukeâs place.Â
ây/n luke is miserable not talking to you, and that is making me miserable.â
âwell he wouldnât be so miserable if he would just text me back, he is the one choosing to not speak to me. can we just get this over with? drive faster.â
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âlukeâs room is down that hall, second door to the right.â jack informed you, you thanked him quietly before making your way to lukeâs room.Â
you knocked gently and got no response so you knocked again, a little harder.
âjack iâm not in the mood right now. go away.âÂ
you tried to speak up but nothing came out, so you just knocked again.
âjack iâm serious. this whole y/n situation is messing with my head, i played awful tonight and i just want to go to sleep.â
âwell if itâs messing with you so much and making you as upset as jack says it is then maybe you should just text me back and we can figure out how to fix this.â you spoke, frustration clear in your tone.Â
you didnât give him the chance to respond before you made your way out of their apartment and towards the stairwell, ordering an uber as you ran down the steps.
once outside you saw that your uber was about five minutes away so you were forced to just stand there and wait. from: luke hughes
iâm sorry.
from: luke hughes
please come back up.Â
to: luke hughes
no.
from: luke hughes
please. let's talk about this.
to: luke hughes
iâve given you many chances in the past week for us to talk and youâve ignored me each time.
to: luke hughes
itâs my turn to be upset now.
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that was two weeks ago and you havenât seen or spoken to luke since.
you went to your mothers house is oregon for christmas and came back to new jersey today.Â
the second you ended your gift exchange with your father you went up to your room and opened your texts with luke.
from: luke hughes
y/n iâm sorry.
from: luke hughes
please talk to me.
from: luke hughes
merry christmas, i got you a gift. i asked your coworker brian where youâve been, he said it that you were spending christmas at your moms this year so iâll give it to you when you get back.
from: luke hughes
please text me when you get back.
from: luke hughes
i need to see you.
you spent a few moments contemplating whether to send a text or to continue ignoring him, even if the later was driving you crazy.
before you could stop yourself you sent a message, and got one back immediately.
to: luke hughes
iâm back in newark.
from: luke hughes
on my way
you slightly panicked when you realized that after nearly a month of silence between the two of you, luke was now going to be in front of you and in your presence again. you didnât know what you were going to say, worry filled you thinking about the many outcomes that could happen.
âsweetie, luke is at the door for you.â
you timidly stood up and took a deep breath or two before making your way downstairs.Â
âhey luke, letâs go up to my room to talk.âÂ
luke nodded before stepping inside, giving your father a proper greeting before heading up the stairs.
âok, so can you start off by telling me why you ghosted me for a full week?â you asked him once he had sat down on your hammock chair, you across from him on your bed.
âyou wore someone elseâs jersey.â luke started, letting out a deep breath afterwards. âafter you told me for months that you never wear anyoneâs jersey, so you wouldnât wear mine.â
the sound of your friends yelling âi told you soâ played in your head, but you pushed it aside to focus on what was happening in front of you.
luke was now in your closet, where he would find your many, many, aho items.
âluke please get out of my closet.â you were angry, he had no reason to be searching your things.
âhow many things do you own of him. jesus.â luke said once he finally walked back into your bedroom.Â
âluke iâm sorry that i lied to you about never wearing anyone elseâs jersey, but is that seriously why you ignored me?â you were a little skeptical of his reasoning.
âwhy did you ignore me for multiple weeks?â luke ignored your question.
âbecause you were the one leaving me on read and skipping out on our plans, but then you went around telling people you were miserable not talking to me as if i was the one who failed to reach out and that made me angry. i gave you so many opportunities lukeâŚand you didnât take up any of them. so i got mad and i knew i was about to leave town for two weeks and i didnât really wanna communicate with you during my vacation.â
âwhy did you lie to me?â luke asked, now taking a seat next to you on your bed.
âi honestly donât know. iâve only ever worn ahoâs number, just feels weird wearing someone elseâs. and i was being honest, other than aho, there has never been a player i like enough to wear their jersey until now.â you sat up from your spot and walked over to one of the gift boxes sitting on your floor, during your gift exchange with your dad you received a devils jersey with the number forty-three and hughes on the back as well as some shirts and hoodies with the same thing. âthese were all gifted to me for christmas. i asked for them. i wanted to wear your jersey, i have for a while now, but i was just unsure of what it would mean. can you tell me why you got so angry?â you asked the question that had been on your mind for weeks.
ây/n i like you and i want you to be my girlfriend, i never asked you though because you wouldnât even wear my fucking jersey no matter how much i begged you to so why would you say yes to being my girlfriend.â
âgod luke again with the fucking jersey, i donât get the big deal itâs just a piece of fabric.â you yelled, getting frustrated.Â
âit means something! ok y/n, it means something.â he starts. âthere is a difference between wearing a jersey as a fan and wearing a jersey as a girlfriend, something personal and intimate, and you wonât even wear my jersey as a fucking fan.â
it felt like you were talking in circles and it was driving you crazy.Â
âthat is what iâm saying luke. i didnât ever wear your jersey because i didnât know what it would mean. i didnât know if we were friends or something more, and wearing your jersey couldâve given us both the wrong ideas.â
âwhat idea would it have given you?â luke asked, taking a step towards you.
âthat iâm something more to you than a friend, and i didnât want to think that because it isnât trueâ you admitted the truth, it wasnât that you didnât want him getting the wrong idea, but rather yourself. â-and i donât like to get my hopes up.âÂ
luke didnât respond, he just sat there in silence for what felt like an hour, but was probably closer to three minutes.
âluke if you want to leave, just go. iâm sorry i ruined our friendship, i wish you the best in the rest of your career and life-âÂ
your words were cut off by lips touching yours, lukeâs lips.
after a few moments you broke the kiss, not liking how fast it was progressing.
âluke what was that-â
âi like you, y/n. as more than a friend, that is why i wanted you to wear my jersey so badly. i wanted to feel special, because you have this rule about never wearing anybodyâs jersey, but you wore mine and you wore mine because i mean something to you whether that be a friend or something more, i just wanted to feel like i meant something to you.â luke practically yelled, interrupting you.
âi feel like we are both making the same points, but just phrasing them differently each time.â you spoke, trying to choose your next words carefully. âwhat do we do now? how do we move past this?âÂ
âwell, you could agree to go on a date with me and wear my jersey to the next home game. that would be a start.â luke offered, grabbing both of your hands. â-you could also let me kiss you again, iâd really like that.â
âdeal.â
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âsweetie are you almost ready? weâre gonna miss warmups.â
âcoming dad.âÂ
you quickly made your way downstairs, checking your appearance in the multiple mirrors you passed by on the way towards the car.
âwearing your boyfriend's jersey i see?â your father quipped once you got into the driverâs seat, he demanded you drive because you had just gotten a new car.
ânot my boyfriend.â was all you said in response.
âstill? that boy needs to grow a pair.â
from: luke hughes
are we still on for after the game?Â
to: luke hughes
yup! meet me in the car park when youâre done?
from: luke hughes
đ
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after the game you parted ways with your father, him taking an uber home and leaving you with your car to drive you and luke around tonight. which isnât traditional, especially for a first date, but you loved betty, your new car, and you wanted to drive her.
âwow the new car is dope y/n.âÂ
you turned around and saw jack and luke walking towards you, the older hughes speaking.
â-and nice jersey, next time wear an eighty six for me, yeah?âÂ
ânever gonna happen jack.â luke started, before turning his attention to you. âyou ready to go?âÂ
âyes i am, you can put your bag in the trunk.â i opened up the trunk with my keys before getting in the driver's seat. âwhere are we going?âÂ
âiâll give you directions as you drive.â luke said, plugging his phone into the aux.
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a few minutes later you pulled into a qdoba.Â
âwow you know me so well hughes.â
âi just didnât feel like paying extra for your queso and guac.â luke deadpanned.
âyeah right, i know iâm turning you into a qdoba enjoyer.â you teased as you entered the restaurant.
after getting our food luke gave me an address of where to drive for our late night picnic. it was a lookout place that luke had found when he first moved here, you had been here multiple times as well and knew of a good place to sit.
âfollow meâ you hopped over the barbed wire fence and waited until luke made it over to start walking again.
âare you sure this is allowed?â luke whispered.
âi know for a fact that it is not, but itâs fine no one is here right now itâs after dark.â you said back at full volume, earning a loud shhhh from luke in the process.
you walked a little bit more before you made it to your favorite ledge, you could see all of newark from here and a little bit of new york, but when you looked up there was a perfect view of the stars.
âhow did you find this place?â luke asked, digging into his food.
âi was hiding from the cops one night and me and tyler ended up here.â lukeâs eyes widened at your story. âiâll tell you more about that later, but ever since iâve been coming here.âÂ
we continued to eat and talk about random things until it was time to go.
âwe should probably go, itâs nearly midnight.âÂ
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once you finished the drive back to lukeâs apartment you got out of the car to say your goodbyes.
âwell i had a lot of fun tonight, we should do it-â luke cut you off by kissing you. âyou have to stop doing that.â you teased.
âsorry, itâs just that you look really good in my jersey, like really good. i was struggling not to jump over the glass when i saw you during warmups.â luke admitted, going in for another kiss. âlook y/n, i was wondering if you maybe wanted to be my girlfriend?â a blush crept up lukeâs neck as he spoke.
âi would love that.â you replied, a blush spread across your cheeks.
we said our goodbyes and you drove home, not expecting your father to be awake on the couch.
âoh youâre awake?â you asked, taking your shoes off.
âyeah just wanted to make sure you were safe.â your dad replied. âhow is your boyfriend?â
âhe is great.â you replied smiling, not correcting him for once because now he really was your boyfriend.
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note: BOOOO HAPPINESS no but this literally took me a month to finish because i had absolutely no energy and no inspo to write anything. idk if i like this yetâŚbut ANYWAYS hope yâall enjoyed, leave feedback, have a great day, love yâall babes.Â
#luke hughes#luke hughes x reader#luke hughes imagine#nhl imagine#new jersey devils#ahonice writes#ahonice
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rindou meeting readerâs family at a get together. (sheâs hispanic, so you know itâs a big party with lots of food and music). maybe the tias and abuelaâs all love him. pllllsssss.
Sharing Cultures And Meeting The Family | Rindou x Hispanic!Reader <3
Rindou has always been fond of meeting your family. He often begged to meet them, as he would suggest going to a nice restaurant and him even footing the bill for everyone. Little did he know, you were going to take him to a real get together.Â
You were studying abroad in Japan when you met the delinquent, and of course, you two hit it off instantly. So when you booked plane tickets to go visit your family, you were more than excited to tell him that he was coming along. Hell, you believed that he was more excited than you were; he had started packing almost a week early.Â
Once you both arrived at your family's house, the party already kicking off with your aunts dancings and your grandparents cooking. It was like a scene out of a movie for Rindou as a bright smile spread across his face at the sight. One of your aunts invited him to dance along to the music that was blaring. Rindou had never heard this type of music before, but he loved it!
As he was trying to copy your aunts moves, you stared at him and laughed. He was excited to meet everyone and even went around introducing himself. With him being Japanese, they were all intrigued at his own heritage. That's the beauty of coming from a different background, you thought, cultures and heritages are meant to be shared and loved by others.Â
Your grandparents were teaching him how to make traditional hispanic food while asking him about the traditions he had growing up in Japan. The conversation went on for hours it seemed before the food was finally ready and everybody was eating.Â
"Rindou, is it?" Your paternal grandmother asked, introducing herself to him as she was the last to show up at the gathering.Â
"Yes ma'am." He stuck out his hand for her to take and she gladly accepted it with both hands.Â
"Rin, this is my abuela on my father's side!" You said, excitedly.Â
Rindou nodded his head and smiled while taking a bite of his meal. You could tell by the way your family was welcoming and accepting that they all adored him. It was beautiful, seeing the way they all interacted with each other; asking questions and learning new words in different languages. Rindou even learned how to say "how are you" in Spanish. Needless to say, he wouldn't stop repeating it.Â
Your aunt learned how to say "good morning" in Japanese. The whole scene was wonderful as you all ate, danced, and sang along to the music that was playing. You could tell that Rindou was having the time of his life as he danced along with your aunt once more, learning the steps to each and every song.Â
After the party was over and it was time to go home, Rindou didn't want to leave without telling each and everyone goodbye in Spanish. You thought this was adorable as you blushed, seeing your family smile and wave at him and how cute he was learning about your culture and even your language.Â
"I had a lot of fun, we should do that again really soon!" He said as you both got in the car, driving to the hotel nearby due to you having to catch a flight back to Japan the next morning.Â
"We will, I promise. I love visiting my family and I could tell they loved and adored you." You smiled.Â
The evening was perfect and Rindou wouldn't stop saying phrases in Spanish.Â
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ok since people r very into my chris fic i shall share some of my random behind the scenes thoughts while writing it:
adriana has literally been waiting her entire life for her obviously gay older brother who joined the army to avoid his wife and then moved to los angeles to be a sexy firefighter to COME OUT ALREADY and by the time we meet her in this fic she is like Vibrating with the need to be like EDDIE IS GAYYYYYYY ARE YOU PEOPLE BLIND??? which is why it takes like absolutely zero prodding from chris for her to spill all of eddie's business. i think when eddie was little he was a very obviously gay little boy and as he grew up he learned how to Be Normal but adriana never forgot and she's like deeply sad about it.
chris is So fucking miserable at his grandparents' house he misses video games so bad. i couldn't find a way to really incorporate this without it feeling like a cheap "look he's a TEEN BOY" thing but yeah the second he gets back home he is slamming that headset on and gaming until eddie tells him he has to take a break or he'll burn his eyes out of his sockets.
there are a Lot of songs on buck and eddie's joint depression playlist that i listed and then cut for practicality's sake but if there's any like interest in that i could maybe put together + link the full playlist for y'all?
buck's "maddie" playlist is entirely music he listened to growing up bc it makes him think of her. as a younger sibling my music taste from birth to like. age fifteen ish. was just wholly whatever my older sister listened to and i think buck is the same way. i don't think buck necessarily listens to this playlist on his own very often but if he's hanging out with maddie and/or babysitting jee-yun he'll put it on because it makes him happy to enjoy some 90s/00s nostalgia with his best girls. sometimes he'll play it in the car when he's driving chris somewhere because he wants to carry forward some of those good memories he has with maddie with chris.
buck and eddie's texts were written in order to coincide with each other! eddie texts more frequently than buck but i think if you pay attention you can sometimes tell which days buck Also sent chris a text bc they match. some of them were sent specifically in the wake of very emotionally taxing shifts where they both wanted so badly to call chris and beg him to come home but they knew that wouldn't go well and they didn't want to make chris feel guilty so they tried to play it cool.
speaking of buck and eddie: i don't think that eddie's conversation with chris is necessarily the First step in eddie realizing he's gay or moving toward something romantic with buck. keep in mind that chris has been gone for at least two weeks by the time he talks to either of them, and buck and eddie spend the vast majority of their time together. this fic is restricted to chris' pov, and he has no way of knowing whether, say, buck and tommy broke up, or whether his dad has been thinking about some things differently since he's been gone. buck and eddie Also have to spend twelve hours in a car together just the two of them between the end of the fic and their reunion with chris. this is not me saying that buck and tommy DID break up or that buddie got together while chris was away (i don't actually have a solid "canon" for where they're at), just that i intentionally left space for a wide range of possibilities due to chris' limited knowledge of what's going on with them!!
i kinda intentionally did not delve too deeply into the psychology of the diaz parents here because i think their behavior is a bit inscrutable to chris. the vast majority of his memories of them are from when he was really little, and therefore i think he doesn't actually know them very well as people. he knows that there's some tension between them and eddie, but prior to this fic he never really bothered to question Why. all he knows is that his grandparents will probably come and get him if he calls, and that it'll hurt his dad's feelings, and in the immediate aftermath of the kim debacle that's all he cares about. once he's in el paso, he starts noticing some things that make him a bit uncomfortable, but he never does determine for sure what their motivations and opinions are about this whole situation, whether they're treating him a certain way bc he's the grandkid or bc of his cerebral palsy, and whether their treatment of eddie really does stem from homophobia or not. at the end of the day he's thirteen years old and i wanted to leave his grandparents' True Selves as a bit of a mystery because 1. i don't think They necessarily know why they do what they do and 2. i don't think there's any one answer that would be satisfying.
chris literally had zero intention of saying anything to eddie about the Gay Thing he just is very much thirteen years old and emotional and he fundamentally Trusts his father to never like. lash out at him for saying something like that. so he doesn't try too hard to hold it back and impulsively says Hey Dad Are You Gay Maybe because he's never gone so long without talking to his dad before and he's just bursting with thoughts and feelings. he's not even trying to do a buddie matchmaking thing it's just that the easiest way to make his argument is to be like (points at buck).
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Vance Hopper with a reader who has anger issues/Angry Crier (Totally not calling myself out) Warnings: Vance (He is a warning.. might be a red flag too-) Cursing (Lots of it) Blood/bruising, Reader's gender not specified, reader also has family issues, THERE IS NO GRABBER, readers parents not being home much, (Reader and Vance and anyone else mentioned from TBP are 17-18) Tell me if I missed any. Reader and Vance are stated to be close friends. ANGST. LOTS OF ANGST
Maybe friends to Enemies(?? You decide)
Some Information before reading: Vance and reader have a toxic relationship.
Today was any other normal day; if you count Vance shit talking Karens for looking at him weird, normal. Yeahh it was.
"Did you see the way the fuck-tard tried saying I hit her? I should've fuckin' hit'er with the way she was puttin' her finger in my face. Fucking shit face." Vance rambled on as he pulled out of the grocery-store parking lot. "Yeah.. It's fucking mint." I mumbled.
Vance offered to help me get my dad's grocery order he left written on a note that my dad left on the kitchen counter. Vance said it was just cause he wanted to drive his truck around, we both know it's cause he wanted to stay by me today.
Later that night I had called him, asking if his parents were home; they weren't. My parents had gotten into and argument, causing my mom to pack a few clothes for a week to go to my grandparents. I begged her to let me go with her, but she didn't have a say in it. My dad was all about 'Women are there to clean' 'Women can't do this, that and other'. It pissed me off.. it was wrong, what pissed me off more was that he didn't let me go with her, and I figured he would have at least stayed home.
I was wrong.
Very. Wrong.
While this all happened, I was getting home from Finney's place.
I explained what happened to Vance over the phone, he understood, considering we both have similar family issues. I told him I was gonna be home alone for a while, so he decided he was gonna come over.
"Key's are under the flower pot, Vanny"
"K. C'ya ina bit, idiot"
I hung the phone back up, walking around my living-room, picking up shattered glass, beer bottles, and dirty plates. My dad left the house in the middle of the night when I was at Finney's. "Asshole could have cleaned.." I muttered to myself. Not that it did any good. It only made me angrier.
I didn't normally get angry. At least not as bad as Vance- I mean yeah! Sure, I get angry, sometimes I won't admit it; I take it to far.
That's only if my buttons get pushed enough, Vance has never seen me angry... yet
"Hey, I knocked you idiot. You didn't open the damn door!" Vance said as he walked into me house. He made his way to where I was in the kitchen. "Hey, do you hear me? I'm talking to you!" He groaned, coming up behind me and placing his hand on my shoulder, turning me to face him.
"Just shut the fuck up Vance. Shut up. All you fucking do is worry about your damn Pinball game, worry about if you beat your fucking score! You beat up kids cause you fucking feel like it, or feel like they owe you shit!" I huff, tears filling my water line as I stare him head in the face. All I saw was red.
"You don't fucking care about me, you fucking retard! You only come to me cause I'm the only fucker who will put up with your ass!" I yelled. Tears now streaming down my face. That's when he noticed my busted lip and bruised cheek.
He didn't say anything after what I yelled at him. As if he was a dog that chewed up someone's shoe and is now getting scolded for it.
'Did he hit you?" He mumbled. I roll my eyes and scoff. "No I hit the floor with my face." I stare at him. He huffed, shaking his head. I throw my hands in the air and let them fall. "Why do you answer the phone so quickly when I call, Vance?" I ask, eyes lowly lit from the dim kitchen ceiling light.
"What do you mean, [Y/N]?" he asked. I get close to him, nose inches from each other. "You wanna fuck me Vance? huh? Does it make you mad that I'm the only person that isn't all over you the second you walk through the door?" I hear him breath out harshly. "Answer me, Vance."
"Get the fuck out of my face, or I'll number you one harder than your dad did."
TO BE CONTINUED....
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AITA for lashing out at my mom?
This is something that happened a while ago (like a couple years) and im moreso just curious what people think.
A little backstory before we get started, I was in high-school during this time and was severely mentally unstable. So unstable that prior to this I had JUST gotten out of the Psyche ward. My mom is notorious for being abusive and neglective, and anyone who knows me well will recognize my mom instantly from this. I also have DID, which can make remembering to do tasks pretty hard. With that out of the way:
I, (17nb), was driving home with my mom (40f) and two sisters (15f) and (16f) from my adoptive dad's house. He isn't important to the story, moreso that we were in the car during this time. I was on my phone which at the time I was punished from but was allowed to have to look at my grades. Because of my frequent hospitalizations (the most recent one had been my 8th) I wasn't doing very well in school on top of my already struggling mental health. (When something reminds me too much of high-school these days I actually pass out.)
I had been working really hard to bring up my grades! They went from straight Fs to Cs in a couple of weeks, and it was very close to the end of the year. I had pulled off what you could honestly call a miracle because if anyone knows the American school system, they know it's INCREDIBLY difficult to raise your grades at the end of the year. I was very excited because of this. I showed my mom the grades because I was so excited, and instead of validating me, she responded "that's great now do better"
I remember it felt like my world went silent, and I remember shouting "why can't you just be proud of me?!" I don't remember a lot of the conversation, but at some point she hit me. She'd hit me a lot in the past, and at this point I was really at my limit and I hit back. This is where I might be tah, because I escalated the fight by hitting back while we were in a moving vehicle, but I did demand she pull over the car shortly after. As soon as she did, I got out the car and ran as far as I could with the thought of going back to my dad's in my mind. However somehow she convinced me to come back and I got in the car. She yelled and berated me a bunch, before calling my grandmother and planning to drop me off with her. She then went back to where we were staying (where her current husband lives) and said husband almost attacked me. Eventually they got my things (some of which he destroyed) and then dropped me at my grandma's house and left me.
At this current point in time, she actually ended up giving up custody of me, and i live with my grandparents nowadays. I'm content here, though I wish I could change some things. Overall, I'm really just curious since my mom paints me as the badguy. Was I the asshole???
What are these acronyms?
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Pedro? Pedro. Can I request where reader is mid 20âs and has been dating Pedro for a few months and she brings him home to meet her family at a family reunion? đđ I LOVE me some Pedro đ¤¤
Family reunion - p.p
hello angels! i hope everyone is okay. this request is so cute. if anyone has any requests donât be shy to put them in my inbox. i honestly hate this i might delete it tbh. anyway, enjoy lovesđ¤ â ď¸age gap coupleâ ď¸ (i based this on my family, i hope thatâs okay xx)
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you and Pedro had been dating for 10 months and it had been the best 10 months of your life. he had been the best boyfriend in the entire world. you and Pedro had travelled to your home town as it was your family reunion tonight and you thought it was the perfect opportunity for Pedro to finally meet your family. you had met his family about two months ago but Pedro was always nervous to meet yours.
your family was always welcoming, no matter who they were or what their background was they never judged a person. it was set in stone that Pedro would meet practically all your close family tonight and you could tell the nerves were getting to him. "does this look okay? do you think they'll like it?" he was looking in the mirror at his outfit, he was wearing dress pants and a creamy coloured shirt.
you were sat on your shared bed and had just finished putting on your heels. you always thought Pedro look beautiful in anything he wore and this time was no different. you stood up and walked to him, wrapping your right arm around his waist and pressed a small kiss to his cheek, trying not to transfer your red lipstick "you look perfect baby. i promise they're gonna love you" you gave him a reassuring smile which was met with a nervous one from Pedro. it wasn't a formal event by any means so you didn't bother dressing up too much but you were wearing a light pink co-ord set which fit your body perfectly.
after a couple more minutes of you both looking over your outfits you laced your fingers with his and started making your way to the car. Pedro decided to drive so he could keep his mind occupied. he wanted to make a good impression. you always talked about how much your family meant to you and he wanted them to like him. he was quite a bit older than you, probably closer to your parents age (which seemed crazy) but he had no idea how they would react.
obviously you had told everyone that Pedro was older than you and they really didn't mind. they always wanted you to be happy and if it was with someone older than you so be it. it took you guys about 40 minutes to get to your grandparents house and that's when he felt his heart start beating faster. he saw quite a few cars outside meaning everyone was here, which also meant he was meeting everyone right now.
you could see the nervous look on his face as you unplugged your seatbelt and smiled as he took a deep breath before unplugging his. you both got out of the car and started making your way to the front door, hand in hand. "i promise you'll be fine. you have nothing to worry about" your thumb stroked over the back of his hand as he nodded his head.
you finally arrived at the door and knocked straight away, giving him no time to even think. you heard footsteps approaching the front door before you saw your nan standing there with a huge smile on her face. "y/n" she said, arms open as she pulled you in for a hug, making you let go of Pedro's hand. your nan was one of your favourite people and not seeing her for months was hard, face-times and calls were sometimes not enough.
she rubbed her hand up and down your back as you tightened the hug. "i missed you so much" you said as you felt a small kiss being placed on your forehead. "we all missed you" she pulled away from the hug and moved her attention to Pedro who had his hand out for her to shake. "so this is the famous Pedro we've all heard so much about" she smiled and swatted his hand away playfully and pulled him in for a hug.
"it's nice to meet you" he smiled and hugged her back. that put some of his nerves at ease to be welcomed with open arms. "it's nice to meet you Pedro. everyone's already here so you guys go inside." your nan moved out of the way so you could both go to the living room where you were sure everyone was. you were surprised to only see your niece, Olivia and cousin, Hannah. Hannah and Olivia were on the floor colouring in Olivia's colouring book, not focused on anything but making sure they kept the colours in the lines.
"hey guys" you said with a huge smile on your face. Olivia was 5 already and it felt like she was growing up to quickly from the last time you saw her. they both looked up from the colouring book and Olivia's face lit up with excitement. she squealed and got up from the floor, running to you with her arms raised hinting that she wanted you to pick her up. "auntie y/n. i've missed you" she said, wrapping her arms around your neck once you had picked her up.
you felt your heart swell as you hugged her. "i've missed you so much angel" you smiled and kissed her head. she pulled back from the hug and looked at Pedro with a confused expression on her face. "who's that?" she wrapped her arms around your neck again, her shyness showing making you smile. "that's Pedro. he's my boyfriend. are you gonna say hi?" you whispered to her before she pulled away yet again and looked at him. "hi" she said with a small wave of her small hand. "hi" he replied, smiling at her.
she smiled at him as she finally felt comfortable again and you let her down so you could greet your cousin. Hannah was a year younger than you and she was practically your sister, she walked to you and wrapped her arms around you. "i'm so glad you're here. i've missed you" you heard Hannah say as she rocked the hug slightly. "i've missed you too. it's so nice to be back home" you said, pulling away from her.
"Pedro this is Hannah, my cousin" you smiled at him as he once again stuck his hand out for Hannah to shake but she shook her head. "thank you for making my cousin happy. she doesn't stop talking about you so it's nice to finally meet the man" she hugged him as your cheeks flushed a bright red. "you're welcome. she makes me happy so i guess it's only fair i do the same" he joked, making her laugh loudly.
"i think we should go look for everyone else. mums probably dying from waiting" you laughed as they pulled away from the hug. "your mum has not shut up about you since she got here. she can't wait to see you" you laughed and Hannah smiled as you grabbed ahold of Pedro's hand and started making your way to the kitchen where you heard your mums voice. your mum didn't notice you at first but once she did she practically ran to you and pulled you into her. "my baby. i'm so happy you're home" she said, tears filling her eyes. you hadn't seen your family in almost a year, with everyone having different work schedules and different events happening this was the only time you had gotten a break.
she pulled back and put her hands on your face as she looked over you, taking in the moment that you were actually home. "you look beautiful sweetheart" she lent in and kissed your cheek before turning her attention to Pedro who she immediately hugged. you saw your grandad who had the biggest grin on his face and you couldn't wait for Pedro to finish introducing himself to your mum so you made your way over to your grandad who opened his arms wide for you to hug him.
"how've you been?" he whispered to you as he hugged you tightly. just hugging everyone made you realise how much you'd missed them over the last year. "i'm okay. i've missed everyone though. i hate being away" he nodded his head and kissed your cheek and turned to see Pedro and your mum making their way over to you.
now your grandad looked mean and scary to anyone who didn't know him but he wasn't, he was the kindest, most selfless man you'd ever met. you had been on face-time with your grandad when Pedro was over one time and had spoken to each other for 5 minutes before Pedro had to go to work but speaking on face-time was completely different to meeting him in person. "Pedro, it's nice to see you in person. how are you doing?" your grandad stuck out his hand for Pedro to shake, which he immediately did and nodded at him. "i'm doing great thank you. how are you?"
Pedro was more nervous to meet your dad and grandad more than anyone but seeing your grandad in person and being welcomed by everyone who he had met so far made him feel at ease. that was until your grandad offered to show Pedro around and meet the rest of your family without you. "are you sure? i can show him around grandad" you said, looking between Pedro and your grandad who just shook his head. "Olivia has been wanting to spend time with you and Stacey has just gone into the living room with the baby. you haven't met her yet, Pedro will be fine"
you looked at Pedro who nodded his head reassuringly and smiled when you gave him a small kiss on the cheek before scurrying off back to the living room where you awed loudly seeing your new niece in your cousins arms. "oh my goodness look how adorable you are" they heard you say as you took the baby from Stacey's arms making the two of them laugh at you.
"come on, her dads outside with everyone else" your grandad led Pedro to the back garden where your dad, brother and the rest of your cousins were. he saw everyone in a circle speaking but he couldnât quite make out what they were saying. âguys, this is Pedro, y/nâs boyfriendâ your grandad announced making them all turn around to look at him. this was intimidating. 5 men staring at him intently, analysing him as he approached them.
after a few seconds of awkward silence they all smiled and hugged him at the same time a chorus of hellos. âwelcome to the family mate. one rule is treat her well which it seems you are already doing so well doneâ your brother Adam said and Pedro nodded. of course he was treating you well, you were the best thing to happen to him and he loved you. âwould you guys mind if you left us alone?â your dad said, sipping his drink before they all nodded.
âwe will be insideâ your brother said and it was now left with your dad. your dad could see the anxious look on Pedroâs face and sent him a small smile âyou donât have anything to worry about, i just wanna get to know the man whoâs been making my daughter happy is allâ your dad said, hoping to give him a little bit of reassurance.
âiâve seen y/n hurt in the past. youâre her first boyfriend in five years i think and i would hate if something happened between the two of you. she looks happy in every photo iâve seen of you both and the way she talks about you shows how much she loves you. i hope you arenât one of those people who will hurt her. she doesnât deserve itâ it was true, your last boyfriend had crushed you and it took a lot for you to open up to Pedro.
âshe told me about her ex and iâm nothing like that. i love her a lot and if iâm being honest sheâs the best thing thatâs ever happened to me, i wouldnât dream of hurting her, sheâs to specialâ your dad nodded and smiled again. his words seemed genuine. your dad patted him on the shoulder âthank you for making her happy. iâm glad she met youâ with that the two of them made their way back inside the house. your brother and two of your cousins were in the kitchen and the rest of the family were in the living room.
the two of them walked in and saw you next to Hannah with the newest addition to your family in your arms, huge smiles on both of your faces as the baby cooed as she looked at you. âyou are the cutest thing iâve ever seenâ you said making Olivia look up from her colouring book with a frown on her face. âexcuse me auntie y/n but i am actually the cutest thingâ she sassed, making everyone laugh loudly.
"i'm sorry Liv. i meant you are the cutest thing i've ever seen" you smiled at her and she nodded and went back to her colouring book, satisfied with your answer. once everyone had gone back to their own conversations Pedro came and sat next to you, wrapping his arm around the back of the sofa. you passed the baby to Hannah and turned to him. "everything okay?" you watched as he nodded and smiled. "i think your dad likes me" you felt relieved that your dad liked him, he hated your ex boyfriend so for him to make Pedro feel welcomed made you happy "i told you that you had nothing to worry about didn't i?" you lent in and pecked him "yeah you did"
"i'm sorry Liv. i meant you are the cutest thing i've ever seen" you smiled at her and she nodded and went back to her colouring book, satisfied with your answer. once everyone had gone back to their own conversations Pedro came and sat next to you, wrapping his arm around the back of the sofa. you passed the baby to Hannah and turned to him. "everything okay?" you watched as he nodded and smiled. "i think your dad likes me" you felt relieved that your dad liked him, he hated your ex boyfriend so for him to make Pedro feel welcomed made you happy "i told you that you had nothing to worry about didn't i?" you lent in and pecked him "yeah you did"
âiâm sorry Liv. i meant you are the cutest thing iâve ever seenâ you smiled at her and she nodded and went back to her colouring book, satisfied with your answer. once everyone had gone back to their own conversations Pedro came and sat next to you, wrapping his arm around the back of the sofa. you passed the baby to Hannah and turned to him. âeverything okay?â you watched as he nodded and smiled. âi think your dad likes meâ you felt relieved that your dad liked him, he hated your ex boyfriend so for him to make Pedro feel welcomed made you happy âi told you that you had nothing to worry about didnât i?â you lent in and pecked him âyeah you didâ
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joe burrow x og!c
part: 1/?
warnings: cheating, implied sex but nothing explicit, pregnancy (?) ANGST
"Cinnicinatti Bengals Quarterback Joe Burrow and Model Designer and Wife Kendall Carter broke off their marriage after 7 years. The couple welcomed their first and only child Natalie Burrow-Carter four years ago.
There has been no comment or statement made by his reps but a close source to the couple shared that the breakup was amicable and that their priority is their daughter."
When the announcement hit the news the only thing on Kendall´s mind was her daughter, she was a beautiful reminder of the love she and Joe had for the time they were together. And Natalie adored their parents, she was the happiest kid when she would accompany her mom to work and cheer for her dad every weekend of the season. Telling her they wouldn´t live together anymore broke Kendall´s heart in a way she didn´t know was possible.
"So Daddy won´t drive me to school anymore? " Natalie said looking up at her daddy as he turned to see his soon-to-be ex-wife, "He will baby, it will only be a few times a week my love " Kendall stopped and place her hand on her heart "I want you to know that we love you and we will always love you" she said with tears on her eyes and gulping "On the bright said you will have two Christmas" Joe said excitedly and held her daughter as she laughed, Joe took her out for ice cream and Kendall took a shower.
Being by herself made her heart race and her stomach hurt, she hated Joe, the breakup wasn´t amicable, it was the worst heartbreak she had ever gone through, she cried herself to sleep constantly on an empty bed, holding the pillow where he used to lay his head. He slept in the guest room, had dinner when she was asleep, and took showers when she wasn´t home.
Every corner of that house was haunted, filled with memories and his laughter, his scent, significant moments, and then also screams and anger. Dinners were eaten my themselves and luggage was never unpacked, the shirts she wore once after making love were back in his side on the closet, washed and smelling like detergent, it no longer smelled like Joe´s cologne or her favorite VS body spray she used to wear at home because she knew he loved it.
She hated that, she was always scared of falling in love, her parents got divorced when she was twelve years old, old enough to realize love wasn´t meant to last, she hated the thought of Natalie feeling that way, she knew love existed, their daughter was proof of that.
"I talked to my lawyers, and they will contact yours soon, you can keep this house and the holiday house in Rhode Island," he said as Kendall was in her closet,
Joe wasn´t brave enough to admit when he stopped loving her, he met someone new on one of his trips to New York, she was two years younger than him, a smart-looking woman who he met at a coffee shop, he couldn´t take his eyes off her. He then found out she worked at the NFL and followed her on social media. The first time Kendall and he had sex after the trip, he was picturing Jaqueline or Jackie as he used to call her now.
With every kiss she was giving him, Joe pictured her, when Kendall was giving him the greatest head of his life, he couldn't stop imagining the lips around his cock were from a woman who wasn't his wife, when he was licking her, he wondered how she would taste, .
He knew it was wrong, he was married, had a kid, and a family he wanted to span, Kendall didn´t want a baby right away, she knew she needed to go back to work, and having a baby wouldn´t be the smartest option at the time.
"I haven´t had that great sex in forever, I bought you a new piece of lingerie I can´t wait to see you on. Love you baby see you in a week"
Kendall broke down crying when she saw the message being sent from her husband's phone, she couldn´t believe it. Natalie was dropped off at her grandparent's house with a lame excuse and Kendall waited for Joe sitting on their bed
"Honey I'm home" Joe yelled from downstairs but she didn´t hear him "Where´s Natalie? What´s with the box?" he asked "How long have you been fucking Jaqueline or do you prefer me calling her Jackie or baby? Tell me, Joe, how do you prefer me to call her?â she said with her heart racing and watery eyes, but she wasn´t sad she was mad, she was angry, and she need him to feel the way she felt.
"How long Joe?" She screamed and he was pale as a ghost, words wouldn´t come out of his mouth. "If you don´t tell me how long you have been having this little adventure I swear to god I will make sure you will never come near Natalie anymore" she stated looking at him in a way he had never seen her before.
"Baby please listen to me" he tried to grab her arm but she quickly brushed it off and fought the urge to spit him in the face she said, "Don´t you dare touch me once in your life again or call me baby again".
Joe sighed, "I have seen her for the last two months, I never intended to cheat on you I swear baby" She slapped him, and he started to cry "You have the nerve to cry?" she chuckled "Joe you destroyed our family, you cheated on me and while you were sleeping with that slut I was here, taking care of our daughter, putting my career on hold just because I loved you enough to support you through your career, I was stupid oh my God" she put her hand on her forehead, "I can´t believe I even had this planned this is so stupid" she threw him the box that was next to her on the bed, a pregnancy test, a positive pregnancy test.
Truth be told, Kendall wanted a baby, she hoped it would be a boy, and she was a bit jealous of how much Natalie looked like her dad, Joe could be a cheater, but at least he was a good father to her kid. She fantasized constantly about how their family would be. This would be her last baby, she would go back to work in the clothing company she worked so hard to develop and Joe would win a few more rings, they would be a happy family and eventually move out of the spotlight.
She found out she was pregnant when Joe was away for a game and it made her sick to her stomach that while she was creating life, he was sleeping with another woman. She found out about the cheating three weeks later, and she was angry, pissed, and insanely heartsick, it was almost Thanksgiving and she planned on giving Joe the surprise that weekend, then a month later, telling Natalie on Christmas day, that dream was crumbled.
"How long have you been pregnant?" Joe said excitedly, "Babe this is the greatest news of my life he said trying to hug her and she took a step back "How do you have the nerve to be like this?" she had steady breathing "You tore this up Joe, you ruined our family and" she stutters "You haven´t even apologized, you became self-center and arrogant"
"Ken if you give me one more chance I promise I will change, I will cut any relation I have with her" he had slumped shoulders, and she didn't say a word "Any relation I had with her was purely sexual, you´re the only woman I love"
Kendall had her arms wrapping around her body "So that makes it better" "No, it doesn´t I know it doesn´t but I can go to therapy and work that there, you can have my phone all the time and go through it whenever you want" Kendall chuckled "I don´t want you near this place until we come to an agreement, if you want to see Natalie you can pick her up at school and go to your parent´s house to be with her" she went to bathroom and cried until she heard Joe leave the house.
That was three months ago, she was 5 months into her pregnancy and her baby was growing healthy, she saw Joe every now and then, the season was over, the Bengals won the super bowl and as much as Joe showed he was happy that night, he could only think of the woman he lost and the family he missed so dearly.
He constantly wondered how their life would look like if he hadn´t messed up things, he hated himself, he hated that he wasn´t close to his daughter anymore, and he was grieving that he hadn´t seen his baby, Kendall told him she didn´t want him to go with her to the check-ups, "Well Joe you fucked up honey I don´t know what you want me to say" his mom said staring at him and her son was crying, he seemed awful but at least he was happy that Natalie was staying with him over the weekend.
"Daddy!" Natalie screamed and Joe felt full again, he knew she would eventually know the truth and he deep down knew his children would hate him for it, he would hate his dad if he ever cheated on his mom, and the pure thought of Natalie and baby Burrow hating him broke his heart. He knew he deserved it, he knew he fucked up and he was sorry.
That evening they went to a mall to Build-a-bear, Joe took her telling her that it would be a nice gesture for her baby brother, she was extremely happy with the news, she loved the idea of being a big sister.
"I want that one daddy" She pointed to the classic teddy bear, he grabbed it and went on to fill it, he knew these moments wouldn't last forever and he was scared of his baby girl growing up. When Kendall told him she was pregnant, he was over the moon, Natalie was a copy of him, she had her mom´s brown hair but her dad's blue orbits. When she was born Joe made the promise to always protect her, care for her and guard her dreams, he was mad at himself now because he knew he fucked that promise, his baby would eventually get her heart broken by a guy, and he was sure she would hate him for what he did to her mom.
"Are you excited for your brother to come home, honey?" Joe said with Natalie in his arms as she was eating an ice cream cone "Yes, but I'm more excited to come and buy Mat clothes" They made the agreement of coming to buy clothes for her teddy bear once the baby was born "Mat? Where you got that name from" he chuckled as he put her on the car seat "That´s the name of mommy´s friend, he´s very nice, look" she showed him a bracelet "CARTER".
He felt his blood boil, Mommy´s new friend? Was he spending time with his daughter, was he bringing Kendall late-night pregnancy cravings? He drove Natalie to her mom´s house. He passed a Trader Joe´s and bought Kendall flowers, "Which one do you think mommy would like?" he asked Natalie, she pointed to the pink ones,
Hoping to come to clarity on who that man was. He parked his car in the driveway, rang the door, and hope to see the love of his life, Kendall opened the door, and the smile she had dropped when she saw Joe,
"What are you doing here? You know your mom is supposed to bring Natalie when you hang with her" Kendall took her daughter from her dad´s fathers arms, she was fast asleep, "I know but I really want to talk to you, I want to see how the baby is doing, how are you doing?" Kendall was a pathological people pleaser, and unfortunately for her Joe knew that, he knew she would´t reject him, and deep down Kendall knew the same thing, she was glad her children´s dad was present in their lives and every month when she got ready for her check-ups she wished Joe would go with her; when Natalie was on the way, she was the happiest she had ever been, she loved this baby nonetheless but it pained her to know her son wouldn't experience having a "normal" family, however, that was Joe´s fault's, not hers.
She moved out of the way and he walked inside, Kendall was going upstairs to put Natie to sleep but she was too heavy for her, carrying a baby and her big baby was something she stopped doing a few weeks ago.
"Can you carry her upstairs? I can´t lift her anymore" She turned to see Joe and he quickly brought her back to his arms, he made his way upstairs and Natalie went behind him, when both of them entered their daughter's room a sense of nostalgia filled the air, a longing to have his family back took over Joe's body, to return home and share his life with his love.
Natalie woke up as Joe tucked her in "Can you stay here tonight Daddy? I promise I will eat all my veggies tomorrow" Natalie said with her little sleepy eyes, he didn´t know what to do, he kissed her daughter on her forehead and Kendall stared at them with eyes that once were full of love.
As they made their way out of Natie´s room Joe looked at her with puppy eyes "You can stay here tonight, in the guest room but you have to leave tomorrow evening because I can´t risk Natalie having the hope that you will come back to live here"
a/n: hello everyone! i know i have been mia but i´ve had the biggest writer´s block, this idea came to me yesterday night and i couldn´t stop writing. I hope you enjoy it as much as i enjoyed writing it :)
special thanks to @cowboyburrow for encouraging me to post this, i appreciate her opinions and feedbacks and i LOVE her stories :)
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