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Cross-Check ~ Chapter Nine

Andy Barber x OFC Leighton "Leia" Andrews

Summary:

Andy Barber is having the best year of his life. His game is on point. It’s gets to play with his best friend and his fiancé just... dumped him?!.

Reeling from a sudden change in status, Andy decides it’s time to just focus on hockey. Until his best friend's sister comes out with news that rock the entire organizations world.,

Andy has always carried a torch for the untouchable Leighton but in her hour of need, is now the time to shoot and score or risk getting cross - checked again?

Warnings: Cheating (but not by the MCs); slow burn; friends to lovers eventually; SMUT!; pregnancy; jealousy; handsome goalies, evil exes...

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Previous: Chapter Eight - Nothing But Lies - Andy/Leia

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Chapter Nine - It's Complicated - Jeremy/Leia

Week 18

Jeremy

Being an NHL goalie is a triumph. Thirty-two teams have only two goaltenders on the roster, and I am lucky to have one. Well, when you’re this good, there isn’t any luck involved. It also helps that Linus Ullmark and I have undeniable chemistry in goal.

That being said, I also have a reputation in the public of being this sweet adorable, caring guy. Not that isn’t true or anything but that is my public facade. Don’t get me wrong, I love being with the kids at charity events or even with Linus’s kids. But that’s not the man that people, especially women, see. I’m a bit of a player. I never wanted to be tied down to one woman. I have good looks, enough money and enough charm that, if I wanted to, I could find a new bunny every night.

But there is always one that is the standard. The ultimate goal.

You know, when I decided to fuck Leia Andrews, I didn’t think it would get this complicated. She was a smoke show, a dime. Something that was unattainable. She was a gorgeous, curvy beauty, with long coffee colored hair and amazing green eyes. She was beautiful, both in looks and in personality. She was a business owner and worked for the team. If she was available, only an idiot would let her go. She had been in a relationship for most of the time I knew her.

Until her brother let it slip that she was single.

Fuck yeah, it was my shot. My chance to fuck this girl and be able to say that I fucked Luke Andrews’s sister. My badge of victory.

Her being pregnant was not on my bingo card.

When she told me she was 15 weeks pregnant, i was stunned. She never gave any indication that she was pregnant. I was pissed. I mean, who wants to fuck a girl when she’s pregnant with some other guy’s baby?

But I was supportive. I mean, I can’t be a douchebag in front of the public, what would that do to my image? I have a few sponsorship deals in the air that I need to think about in the bigger picture. Plus, having Leia, showing myself as a family man might not be a bad idea. Or so said my publicist.

I like my life the way it is now. The freedom to be around, fuck around, party whenever I feel like. I didn’t sign up to be a father. At least, not right now. Eventually, maybe, yeah, I’d do the dad thing. But I don’t want to be forced into it.

I’m sitting at the Red Line, a rare night without Leia. She, Stella and Luke’s fiancé Miranda, went out for a girls dinner. I can trust her to stay away from guys, especially Barber. They’re on the outs right now but I have no idea why. Leia just said they had a difference of opinion and until Andy apologizes, she won’t speak to him. Fine by me, really, because the entire locker room besides Andrews knows that Barber is in love with his sister. And I’d rather not have my captain winning the girl right now.

I wave my hand at Mark for another beer, and I look up to see some highlights of the Tampa Bay vs Minnesota. I snorted seeing my old teammate, Craig Bailey, shitting the bed. Man is a tool. He sleeps with Barber’s fiancé and then she dumps him because she wants to stay in Boston. My buddies are all playing pool and wave me over. I lift my beer to let them know I’m finishing it when I feel a body next to me.

A blonde had taken a seat next to me. I subtly check her over. Long blonde hair, great rack and long legs displayed from tight jeans. She gestures for the bartender and orders a whiskey, neat. I smile. “Rough day?”

She looks at me and I note the way she takes me in, and I smirk. It's never hard to trap a butterfly. She finally looks back at my eyes and gives a soft smile. “Sorry.” She blushes and fuck is she gorgeous. “Uh, yeah, rough day.” She tucks back a piece of her hair but some of it misses. I took the opportunity to add some charm. I tuck the last piece behind her ear.

“Wanna talk about it?”

She huffs a quiet laugh. “Not really. I just want to forget about it and him.”

Rebound girls are so easy.

“Sorry to hear that. Let me buy you another.” I waved at Mark, and he nodded, moving to pour two more drinks. He sets them down in front of us and I raise my glass. “To bad days, may they be a distant memory.”

“Cheers to that,” she says. We drink and she giggles. “I’m Charlie,” she offers her hand.

I take it and lift it so I can kiss the back of her hands. Chicks dig shit like that. “Jeremy. It’s nice to meet you.” I take another drink. “So, if you don’t want to talk about your bad day and obviously bad guy, tell me something else about yourself.”

Her eyes brightened at the attention. Fuck, its just too easy sometimes. “I’m a financial adviser. Work at Schwab. Luckily, I live alone downtown and i have a dog name Peaches.” She smiles at me shyly. “What about you Jeremy?”

“Well, I work for the Bruins Hockey Club, so I travel a lot. I also have my own place, no girlfriend, no dog because I don’t have anyone to take care of it. Well, I guess my best friend’s wife could do it while we’re away but I don’t want to leave her with that burden. And I’m drinking because my life took an unexpected turn and I’m contemplating what I’m going to do.” Yes, I lied a bit about the girlfriend thing but did I really?

“Sounds like you’re having a rough day as well.” She gives a little flirty smile.

I’ve got her.

An hour later, Charlie and I were laughing at the bar, a little tipsy, feeling good. She leans into me. “Wanna get out of here? We could go back to my place?”

Who am I to deny a beautiful girl?

“Lead the way, gorgeous.”

I haven’t had sex since I started dating Leia and I was primed and ready to go. I mean, it's not like we were committed to each other, right? I like Leia but a commitment like that is something I’m not sure I can do at this moment. And at this moment, I have what I am looking for: a good fucking time. I took Charlie’s hand and led her out to a cab.

I’m not ready to be father or be responsible for another person just yet. Opening the cab door, Charlie smiles at me before planting a sultry kiss on my lips. A kiss that goes straight to my groin. I moan a little at her body pressed against mine. Fuck, it's going to be a good night. She climbs in and I follow, missing the fans taking pictures.

As I walk out of her apartment later that night, wiping her lipstick from my mouth, smiling at that fact that most of it is actually around my cock, I send a message to Leia.

Jeremy: I hope you had a good night beautiful

I mean, I don’t have to let her go right away. At least, not until I get a taste. Who know? Pregnant pussy could taste sweeter than the one I just had.

Leia

Week 19

I hate fighting with my best friend. Andy has remained in a sour mood when he is out with the team but when he sees me, he tries to talk to me. I just don’t let him. I know I should be the bigger person and hear him out but right now I want to be petty. His words hurt me so much. Doesn’t he understand that I just want to find true love?

I guess he doesn’t know that I had hoped it would be with him. I’ve actively had dreams about him, seeing us together raising my kid, cupping my cheek so I look him in the eye when he tells me he loves me. Even a few naughty ones, thinking of how that beard would feel between my legs. No, i can’t think like that. He ruined that for us with his words.

On the other hand, Jeremy has been a little subdue with me. I know the news of my pregnancy shocked him but he said he would stand by me. We haven’t been seeing each other as much; he says he’s busy with commitments and a road trip. But I miss hm. Luckily, I have a date with him tonight.

Andy was out when Jeremy arrived for our date. I took in his outfit, all black with a hounds tooth pea coat. Delicious. “Hey handsome!”

“Hey beautiful.” He sounded down and my smile fell a little at his tone.

“Everything ok?”

“Yeah, practice was brutal.” He smiled weakly. I nodded, totally understanding. The Bruins are on a three game skid. Its early in the season, but you want to nip losing streaks in the bud. “But,” he continued, “seeing you is making me feel better. You’re coming on the trip right?”

“Yes.” It will be brutal. Flying at almost five months pregnant is going to suck but this is the job I signed up for.

He kissed my hand. “Don’t worry. The team will take care of you.” He started the car and drove us to a quiet restaurant in downtown. I feel at ease knowing that Jeremy will help me while we are away. I know my brother will check in but the thought that Andy will avoid me hurts more. My mood is meloncoly at the thought and I stay quiet during the drive.

Jeremy made a reservation and we have a quiet booth in the back. We talk about nothing really as we order and Jeremy orders himself a scotch. I frown a little. It’s unusual for him to drink when we are out because he is usually driving but I don’t say anything. He gets up to use the restroom and I check social media for traffic on the post I have put up. Everything is looking good until I see a new article from the Boston Globe sports section.

HOCKEY STAR STEPPING OUT ON NEW GIRLFRIEND?

I click on the article and read.

Goalies don’t usually score but it seems like Jeremy Swayman didn’t get that memo. Swayman, backup goalie for the Bruins has been rumored to be in a relationship with Leighton Andrews, sister to assistant captain Lukas Andrews. Miss Andrews is a bright star in the PR world, being the social media manager for the Bruins as well as her own company, providing services to many businesses and athletes.

The rumors of their relationship started ten weeks ago when they were spotted chatting before a game, looking rather cozy. There are also rumors that Miss Andrews is pregnant, although that has yet to be confirmed.

The puzzling part is the photo taken by @Bruinsfan4life just a few days ago with Swayman leaving the Red Line Bar with an unidentified woman, holding hands. The climbed into a waiting cab and left.

What is going on with Swayman and Andrews? Is it all a farce or is Andrews wallowing in shame that her baby daddy is leaving her? Only time will tell.

I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes. I thought that Jeremy and I were solid, moving forward. I thought that he was ok with the baby. I stare and stare at my phone until I hear someone clear their throat. I look up to see Jeremy is back and looks concerned. “Are you ok?”

I shake my head and then hand him the phone. “Care to explain?”

He looks over the article and sighs. “That was just a friend.” He throws back the rest of his drink and signals for another. I glare at him.

“A friend.” I look at the picture again. It is of Jeremy and this woman. She’s blonde, model like. They both have big smiles as they are wrapped up in each other. “What’s her name?”

Jeremy chokes for a moment on his new drink. “Her name is Charlie. The photo... the photo is just after we hugged. Nothing is going on.”

“Right,” I scoff. I look away from him, trying to keep the tears away. Fucking hormones.

“Right,” he repeats. “Like you’re not screwing around with Barber.” My head snaps back to him. “I know you want him, Leighton.” The way my name twists in his mouth is disturbing. He’s never said it that way and I don’t like it.

“Andy is just a friend. A friend that I’m not even speaking to.” I cross my arms over my chest.

“A friend? Really? That guy has wanted you since the day I joined the team. I’ve seen how you were before with him. All the hugging and kisses to your forehead or cheek. Just a friend right? Bet he’s the father of your baby too.”

“How dare you! I told you the truth about the baby. You said you would be there. I thought we were in a relationship!” I hissed at him. The waiter comes by and drops off our plates. I push the food around.

Andy was right. Jeremy was not the wonderful person I thought he was. Jeremy sighs and my eyes go back to him. “Look, i know we’ve been seeing each other but we never defined what we are.” He shrugged. “I thought it was casual. I mean, you never slept with me so were we really that serious?”

That one hurt. I stare at my plate, wishing I had just listened to Andy and his warming about Swayman. "I guess then maybe, we should just be friends. I mean, why would you want to be with a pregnant chick when you could have all the uncomplicated stuff." I can’t stop the tear from falling. I wipe it away.

“Look, Leia, I just don’t think I want to be a father right now.” He tries to take my hand but I pull away. “I mean, you’re cool and everything but we were never going to the next level. I don’t know if I could sleep with someone who’s having another man’s baby. And now I’m going to be taking a hit because you weren’t honest from the beginning.”

“Oh, so what were you going to just sleep with me and throw me away? Your teammates sister?”

He shrugged. “I like you but I don’t do relationships.”

That was the death blow. I calmly stood up and pulled my coat on. “I’m sorry for ruining your life.” I pulled a couple of bills and threw them on the table. “I guess I’ll see you at work.”

He looks scared at my calm look and tries to backpedal. “Leia...”

“Goodbye Jeremy.”

I walked out of the restaurant and I had no idea where to go. I started to walk toward the park, just needing some fresh air. I hated that I did this to myself. I hated that Andy was right. I was upset with my brother because he must of known Jeremy was like this. But mostly, I was sad because I sacrificed so much for someone who wasn’t worth it. Again. And I was now alone, again. Why can’t I find someone who loves me for me, faults and all? I keep getting all of the jerk. Where is my price charming? I wish the one I have wanted all my life wanted me too but he has made it clear that I am just his best friend. Even so, he’s never let me down

I rubbed my belly, trying to feel some comfort. But I knew there was only one place where I always felt complete. I hailed a cab and gave an address.

The house was dark save for a light in one of the window. I hope they were still awake. I knocked on the door. It took a moment but then the door opened.

“Hi.”

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uwemagain · 2 years

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Lil Nas X | Montero The Album

A sign of the times every time that I speak

A dime and a nine, it was mine every week

#happy pride 🌈#we're doing some queer artists this month me thinks #anyway icon of our age #we don't deserve him #lil nas x #lil nas montero #lil naz x #montero #queer artist #lgbtq

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my-chaos-radio · 3 months

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Release: March 9, 2021

Lyrics:

I caught it bad yesterday

You hit me with a call to your place

Ain't been out in a while anyway

Was hoping I could catch you throwing smiles in my face

Romantic talking? You don't even have to try

You're cute enough to fuck with me tonight

Looking at the table all I see is weed and white

Baby, you living the life, but nigga, you ain't livin' right

Cocaine and drinking with your friends

You live in the dark, boy, I cannot pretend

I'm not fazed, only here to sin

If Eve ain't in your garden, you know that you can

Call me when you want, call me when you need

Call me in the morning, I'll be on the way

Call me when you want, call me when you need

Call me out by your name, I'll be on the way like

Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm

Ayy, ayy

I wanna sell what you're buying

I wanna feel on your ass in Hawaii

I want that jet lag from fucking and flying

Shoot a child in your mouth while I'm riding

Oh, oh, oh, why me?

A sign of the times every time that I speak

A dime and a nine, it was mine every week

What a time, an incline, God was shining on me

Now I can't leave

And now I'm acting hella elite

Never want the niggas that's in my league

I wanna fuck the ones I envy, I envy

Cocaine and drinking with your friends

You live in the dark, boy, I cannot pretend

I'm not fazed, only here to sin

If Eve ain't in your garden, you know that you can

Call me when you want, call me when you need

Call me in the morning, I'll be on the way

Call me when you want, call me when you need

Call me out by your name, I'll be on the way like

Oh, call me by your name (mmm, mmm, mmm)

Tell me you love me in private

Call me by your name (mmm, mmm, mmm)

I do not care if you lying

Songwriter:

Well, I'm just feeling, mm-uh

I wanna get, mm-uh

I'm in my, into my, uh

I'm mm, mm

I'm still, mm, mm-mm, ooh

Denzel Baptiste / David Biral / Omer Fedi / Montero Lamar Hill / Roy Lenzo

SongFacts:

👉📖

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absolutebozo · 8 months

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Prompt: The Ineffable Husbands to Montero

So this technically isn't me writing a one-shot. But this song came on the radio the other day and honestly. A lot of the lyrics fit them. Hear me out. Come on this journey with me. Warning of NSFW.

Before I start, I absolutely color-coded the lyrics.

"I caught it bad yesterday.

You hit me with a call to your place.

Ain't been out in a while anyway.

Was hoping I could catch you throwing smiles in my face"

This is just Crowley. Crowley had gotten into a fight the day before and got a call from Aziraphale inviting him either over or to dine out somewhere. The "Was hoping I could catch you throwing smiles in my face" part could either be Crowley thinking how he wanted to see his angel smile after their little dinner date or Crowley thinking this as he's driving to Azriaphale's book store.

"Romantic talking? You don't even have to try.

You're cute enough to fuck with me tonight

Looking at the table, all I see is weed and white

Baby, you living the life, but baby, you ain't livin' right."

The first two lines I see from Crowley's perspective. He's, obviously, thinking about Aziraphale and how much and what he feels for the angel.

The third line could be from either side. I see it more as Aziraphale in Crowley's flat and seeing, well, weed and white. Then the fourth line being Crowley's response to the taken aback Aziraphale. Crowley probably thinks that Aziraphale is living the life because he's still an angel, Aziraphale hasn't fallen. But, let's be completely honest, Azriaphale would see the stuff on the table and would try to reprimand Crowley for these things.

"Cocaine and drinking with your friends

You live in the dark, boy, I cannot pretend

I'm not fazed, only here to sin

If Eve ain't in your garden, you know that you can

Call me when you want, call me when you need

Call me in the morning, I'll be on the way

Call me when you want, call me when you need

Call me out by your name, I'll be on the way like"

The first two lines are obviously Aziraphale. He knows and sees the things that Crowley does and is coming to terms with the fact that he has feelings for Crowley, a demon.

The last two lines show Crowley as unfazed by his living style in comparison to Aziraphale's.

Sectioning off the song by stanza kind of cuts the continuity of some of the lyrics so I put these two together. So the last line of the first stanza and the enitre second one remind me of the times where Aziraphale was worried about what his head office would think about them being together. The lines strike me as something Crowley would say to reassure Aziraphale. Also, as far as I'm aware, it's a recurring thing that Aziraphale calls Crowley a lot. Whether it be for help, or he's bored, Aziraphale's go to is Crowley.

"I wanna sell what you're buying

I wanna feel on your ass in Hawaii

I want that jet lag from fucking and flying

Shoot a child in your mouth while I'm riding"

I'm not going to really make a connection here other than the third line. The "fucking and flying" part absolutely inspired another prompt (it'll come after this one) out of me. No spoilers as to what it is.

"Oh, oh, oh, why me?

A sign of the times every time that I speak

A dime and a nine, it was mine every week

What a time, an incline, God was shining on me

Now I can't leave

And now I'm acting hella elite

Never want the ones that's in my league

I wanna fuck the ones I envy, I envy"

I also put these two together because these stanzas are all in Aziraphale's perspective. He has to report to his head office and is wondering, you know, why him. He probably feels trapped by the expectations of God. Aziraphale has to act all high and mighty around Crowley cause he's supposed to be an angel, someone who is more elite than Crowley. Aziraphale doesn't love another angel, someone in his league, but a demon. Someone he might envy because they have more freedom than him perhaps?

The rest of the song is stanzas I've already covered. But I heard this song and it clicked for me. I had to write it down and I'm hoping it makes sense to other people.

Also, don't take this too seriously. I don't know much of the show because I haven't finished it. I'm halfway through season 1 but I've had spoilers for it already.

#good omens #aziraphale #crowley #aziraphale and crowley #Ineffable Husbands #Does this count as a oneshot?#I'm not entirely sure #i hope y'all like it #my wrtitng #writing #GO

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brw · 2 years

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marc spector and kurt wagner babes thank you! 🏳️‍🌈🫵😚

Marc;

if i can't evade my fate then i won't sit around and wait a fallen star will be thy bane, i call you by your ancient names

ancient names (part 1) by lord huron

you bear a striking resemblance, some kind of semblance of somethin' i've been rememberin', you appear familiar dear, you look just like my bathroom mirror

6up 5oh cop out (pro / con) by will wood

Kurt;

i won't pretend that i resist temptation, i think it's funny when you preach damnation, i've been to hell and back and now it's just a part of me, without the darkness there'd be no light in me

half god half devil by in this moment

a sign of the times every time that i speak, a dime and a nine, it was mine every week, what a time, an incline, God was shining on me

montero (call me by your name) by lil nas x

Send me a character and I’ll tell you a song lyric that reminds me of them

#won't lie my knowledge of moon knight is.... fractured but i did my best!#ask games} answers #marc spector #kurt wagner #docshrimp

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usertiff · 1 year

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15!!

eee! 15 is MONTERO by Lil Nas X!

A sign of the times every time that I speak A dime and a nine, it was mine every week What a time, an incline, God was shining on me

#answered #answered ask meme

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vagabundio · 3 years

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𝑸𝑼𝑨𝑵𝑫𝑶: 05 de abril de 2021, segunda-feira.

𝑶𝑵𝑫𝑬: truffaut.

𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑴: marcellus & @gngstarters

❝ — Ela ficou grávida e foi ter um filho na Austrália.❞ — respondeu para a vigésima pessoa que lhe perguntou naquele dia o que tinha acontecido com Eloise. Tinha passado da fase da mágoa (obrigada, Xanax) e agora só estava irritado, tanto com a irmã quanto com as pessoas que não deixavam aquele assunto morrer e ele enterrar de forma bem não saudável o episódio todo. ❝ — É verdade. Eu estou fazendo um bolão de quem é o pai, tem alguma aposta? É claro que todo dinheiro vai para o enxoval da criança, então é uma boa ação.❞ — falou, sarcasticamente.

#a sign of the times every time that i speak ; a dime and a nine it was mine every week. ‘ 𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑽𝑶𝑺 ’

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gonzocoded · 3 years

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I WANNA SELL WHAT YOURE BUYING I WANNA FEEL ON YOUR ASS IN HAWAII I WANT THAT JET LAG FROM FUCKING AND FLYING SHOOT A CHILD IN YOUR MOUTH WHILE IM RIDING

#OH OH OH WHY ME A SIGN OF THE TIMES EVERY TIME THAT I SPEAK #A DIME AND A NINE IT WAS MINE EVERY WEEK #WHAT A TIME IN INCLINE GOD WAS SHINING ON ME #NOW I CANT LEAVE AND NOW IM ACTING HELLA ELITE #NEVER WANT THE . THATS IN YM LEAGUE I WANNA FUCK THE ONES I ENVY I ENVYYYY

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diredove · 3 years

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Hello!!! May I request Staff x Reader scenarios or headcanons whichever you feel like doing where the reader gets very flustered and bashful at flirtation and compliments towards them? 👉👈😚

You bet! Thanks for my first ask! <333

This is pretty long since it includes everyone, so most of it is under the cut! Let’s see how I do, hehe

Dire Crowley

- He gets a major ego boost out of it, your blush can only mean that his charm is still as all-encompassing as it was in his youth!

- He's going to act (very poorly) like he's apologetic about making you shy, but his apology is buried under him having a big head about it

-"Ah, am I too bold for you? I can't help that I am not only kind, but also debonair! It is a curse!"

- Also just because he apologizes for being bold doesn't mean he's going to stop! Now that he knows how much he effects you he's going to flirt with you at every chance and revel in the flush on your face

- "How cute, I've once again put you under my spell! Will you ever recover?"

- You can say goodbye to the days you could walk freely on campus, because now you never know when Dire is going to catch sight of you and yell out some super specific compliment at you even as you try to run

- No seriously, he pops out when you least expect him with the cheesiest lines on the tip of his tongue, if you weren't so busy being embarrassed for yourself you'd be embarrassed for him

- But it's okay, everyone else side eyes him for you, because it's actually painful how proud Dire is of himself whenever you can't meet his eyes

- The man is on cloud nine having an adorable being like you at his whim alright, you really need to understand how big his chest is puffed up because of you

- If you actually asked him to stop, let's be honest, he wouldn't listen at first. Dire is someone who needs it drilled into his head to get the picture and just one scolding isn't enough for him to give up his new favorite pass time

- If you truly mean it, he'll sulk about it and lament the loss of your rosy cheeks dramatically, but he'll back off if you don't budge

Divus Crewel

- Not surprised in the slightest, but highly amused.

- "Precious." Is his first thought, seeing you wring your hands in front of yourself

- Well, of course you're flustered by him, he flusters everyone. However, if it's you, he's less bored and much more playful

- Since he's always making some innuendo or being flirty already, he makes it a point to turn it up to 11 when he's with you. He wants you to know you're special

- "If I lined up every precious puppy in the world, you'd still win best on show."

- He's more sincere with his compliments, and purposely dotes on you more than anyone else so you get the hint he likes your flushing face better than all the others he's seen

- And poor you, Divus is trying to make his intentions known but for you he's just turning up the heat until you can barely speak to him

- At least before you could calm yourself down by saying "He's like that with everyone" but then he goes and says things to you that he most definitely doesn't say to everyone!

- If you tell him off, he will obey. It is never his intention to cause you discomfort, and if his advances aren't returned he's not the type to pursue someone unwilling. That's just plain uncouth.

- If you make your stance clear Divus will go in the opposite direction, making a point to be professional and polite with you to avoid coming off as disrespectful of your rejection.

Sam

- He stops in his tracks and stares. Wait, hold on, you're flustered? By him? Surely you've got the suitors lining up where you're from, right?

- "You're flustered over little ol' me? Well now I'm embarrassed, having flattered a an evening star like you!"

- If you attempt to deflect or downplay yourself, Sam's not having any of it. In fact, now he's just offended because you're trying to convince him he's blind and you aren't the prettiest thing to walk the earth

- Sam is definitely the type to call out your shyness, not to be mean, but to give you some confidence!

- Because, seriously, you're flustered? You should be getting bigger and better compliments than his left and right! Why, have you seen yourself?

- It's too late to try and hide your face from him, no no no, Sam is going to remedy this right now!

- Sam is the best at showing off the good qualities of his products, he could sell a bottle of water to an ocean if he wanted, and now he's putting all that energy into convincing you you're the cat's meow!

- "Look at those eyes, that smile, that sweet demeanor! You can't find that just anywhere, I'll tell you what folks!"

- Every time you buy something now, it comes with a compliment and if you try to reject it he's going on another spiel about your beauty until you get it through your head that you're a dime

- Unlike the others, he is directly against stopping his campaign. He wants you to be confident and sure of yourself, so he's less likely to back off

- He probably wouldn't stop until he got some sort of sign he got through to you, like asking you call yourself gorgeous and tell him your good qualities. If you can manage that, it'll satisfy him enough to stop waxing poetic about you. For now

Ashton Vargas

- He won't ever admit it, but he was shocked. Ashton's a confident guy, but he knows he doesn't have a good track record when it comes to romance.

- He hides it under his bravado, but he's over the moon that you're so receptive to his compliments

- "Oh, you embarrassed? Yeah, I have that effect on people!"

- Inside he's squealing at the idea of you thinking he's worth blushing over

- You being shy over him complimenting you gives Ashton confidence to woo you in other areas, if you like his flirting then you'll totally like his flexing and showing off too, right?

- He acts like a whole fool whenever you're around, he's like a schoolboy shouting "Look at me!!" the moment he sees you

- He could be eating lunch one minute, then you come in and suddenly he's decided to bench press the table. Oh no, you just thought you saw him drinking from his water bottle, he was actually pouring it over his face and shoulders because he's just so hot from his work out!

- He doesn't care who's around, which makes you even more embarrassed because everyone looks at you two and now everyone is looking to see your reaction

- Everyone is sick of him and wondering why you put up with his shenanigans, honestly.

- If it gets too much for you, Ashton will probably take it harder than others. Ah, so it was too good to be true after all, huh?

- He won't let it show to you though, he'll laugh it off and treat you just as well as he treats everyone else. He's past his teenage days of anger at rejection, he's a big boy now.

Mozus Trein

- What do you mean, you're embarrassed? He's mortified!

- He sees your blush and thinks he majorly overstepped, and quickly tries to reassure you that he didn't mean to be so forward

- "M-My dear, I assure you I meant no disrespect! I am not that kind of man, truly!"

- Which in turn makes you want to assure it not his fault at all and you fluster too easily, and now both of you are apologizing in circles

- From that moment on, Mozus basically flees every time you're in the vicinity, he's tarnished your image of him and he can never show his face again

- Don't be fooled, he wishes he still had that bold streak he used to. He could have gone about things much differently and really swept you off your feet!

- But his delivery was all off and he's too old for all this now, he could never charm someone as lovely as you with how rusty he is at romance

- Eventually he'll get over his shame and talk to you as though it never happened, do not bring it up he will cry, but he chooses his words much more carefully from now on to avoid further embarrassment

- He does try to compliment you after regaining his courage, if only to prove to you that he's not always that awkward, but it's always aborted and you never get the chance to flush over it

- You won't have to worry about teasing with Mozus, you'll just have to worry about the fact that one of you shy fawns is going to have to make the first move at some point and neither of you are keen on the idea

#twst headcanons #dire crowley x reader #divus crewel x reader #nrc staff x reader #twst sam x reader #ashton vargas x reader #mozus trein x reader

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sneakystorms · 3 years

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i know we’re all losing our minds over the final scene of montero with the satan lapdance but personally my favourite is the middle scene of the judgement!! the denim attire!! the immaculate sneers on the judges’ faces!! the bold unapologetic attitude towards his “sin”!!!! the sheer lyrical genius of “A sign of the times every time that I speak, A dime and a nine, it was mine every week”!!! Him playing the roles of the judge jury executioner AND the judged!!! The way that receiving punishment only solidifies his conviction to reject the corrupted morals of this world!!!! poetry

#lil nas x #montero #call me by your name #the only thing that bugs me abt the song is that he seems to reference cmbyn... but on the other hand it will be worth it #if this leads to everyone forgetting that movie in favour of the song lol #s

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jonah-aesthetic · 3 years

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Gingerbread I Zach Herron

Zach X Reader

Plot: Y/N’s successful boyfriend invites her to his to bake Christmas Cookies.

Word Count: 2.8k

Author’s Note: The last bit is a little rushed, this isn’t edited but I hope you enjoy. Merry Christmas my Lovelies!

Rating: 16+ (do you guys like the spicy scenes or no)

Moodboard

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Inserting the brass key into the lock with a click, you pushed open your door with your shoulder. Entering your apartment on the three floor, you flicked on the lights and tossed you keys on the counter not caring where they landed.

The entire day was stressful, the corner store was out of your favourite creamer. Next you forgot you phone at home and had to run back. You were late to work cause your hair wasn’t participating. Not to mention that Asshole that cut you off earlier. You were annoyed and ready to throw on something comfy to watch Netflix for the rest of the day.

A yellow post-it note caught your eye, Remembering it not being on the fridge this morning. Plucking it off you read the words written upon it.

Hey Darling,

@ 10pm meet me at my place, we’re baking cookies. Don’t call me saying no cause I blocked you. Also there’s a gift in the fridge for you

xx - Z

Smiling you shook head, only Zach would make the effort of blocking you on everything so you had no other choice then to show up. You had the worst habit of denying his invitation when you weren't in the mood for it. But you’d end up regretting it five episodes in of your favourite tv show. Zach always managed to make your day better, ever since the day you meet him.

December 10th, 2019

The aroma of the coffee shop was filled with the intoxicating smell of coffee beans and Christmas music. Third in line all you could think about how the guy you were talking to you ghosted you. He was the first guy who found interest in you since the breakup with you ex- boyfriend. The bastard used that to his advantage just to get laid. Knowing you were fairly vulnerable and desperate to feel any connection again. What-

“What can I get you?” The leathery voice asked,

Without realising you moved up on the line, slightly embarrassed you wondered how many times he had to ask you. “Just a large coffee, three sugar, three cream.” You spoke with a small smile, what could you say. you had a sweet tooth and hated the bitter taste of black coffee.

“$3.78.” His bored tone was heard,

Nodding you reached into your purse for your wallet. searching you found two quarters, one dime, two nickles and no sign of your back card. Of course not you left it on the coffee table after buying a book online. Your dumb ass never put it back home.

“Fuck.” You say more to yourself, but you knew it was heard my others close by. Looking up you smiled apologetically at the barista. “Funny story-

“Here, I got it.” a smooth memorising voice cut you off, you watched as some guy reached over your shoulder to pay. Not just any guy with that perfect bone structure a fucking god, okay maybe that was too drastic, but you didn’t think it was.

“No, You don’t have to.” You spoke trying to push him away, but it was too late his card reached the machine chiming happily.

“Don’t worry about it, it’s my pleasure honestly.” His smile sucked the breath out of your lungs. His brown eyes were watching you, wondering what emotions were going through your pretty little head. Taking his hand out of the pocket of his slacks, reaching it towards you. “Zach”

“Y/N” You smiled back at him, connecting your right hand in his. They were warm to the touch and significantly larger then your delicate one. The thing that intrigued you most about him was his un-denying classic style he held. Wearing a beautiful button down, which had four different black and white patterns. Two buttons undone, just enough for his defined chest to peek through. Tucked into a pair of black striped slack as he wore black oxford shoes, pulling the entire look together. He was formal, yet he wasn’t and you found it fucking attractive.

After Zach requested his order and paid you both caught onto a conversation. Waiting for your drinks, he was funny and from what he was telling you talented too. Collecting your beverages he offered to take a seat with you, and you definitely weren't denying that offer. Talking with Zach you forgot all about Chase, or was it Chance? Who cared he wasn’t important anymore.

You had no idea how long you talked before the barista who served you earlier kicked you out. You switched numbers and he asked if he could walk you home. It was dark and you didn’t necessarily want to walk alone down town.

Sticking the note to the counter you hopped in the shower washing away the filth of the day, changed into leggings and a hoodie that once belonged to him. Locking up the apartment you got into your car and began driving to Zach’s house. Feeling giddy you forgot about the candy bar settling inside the fridge.

Arriving you walked through the front, glass doors sliding open like they always had for you. Reaching into the lobby you caught the eye of Julian who had been sitting behind the hostess’ desk. Green eyes staring he smiled, “Well if it ain’t little Mrs. Herron.” Greeting you with the nickname he gave you eight months ago. Nonetheless it still made your cheeks heat up at the thought of marrying the boy one day.

“Hello to you too Julian.” You reply, heading straight to the white elevator. Pressing the silver key card against the scanning pad. It was a gift given on the same night you planned on offering your apartment key to him. You both laughed at how connected your mindset really was.

Dinging the elevator opening speaking mechanically to you. “Good evening Y/N, and Happy Holidays.” Walking in you whispered a small thank you like you’ve always had. You still weren’t use to how luxurious the apartment-plex was, Only feels like yesterday was the first time you agreed to come over.

Letting the elevator engulf you with hushed Christmas music. There were no buttons embedded on the side. All the information it needed was packed into the chip within the card. All that was plastered on the wall was a screen, counting down the seconds it took to reach his pent house.

Zach’s success as an artist never bothered you, never made you feel less then him. He’s never once made you feel that way with him, especially when you two fought in the dead of the night. He’s even asked for you to move in, but you liked you place. Liked your own space.The luxury of his life could be a little much for you at times.

Dinging the elevator door exposed Zach’s apartment, lights were dimmed showing off the string of Christmas bulbs scattered about. Home Alone displaying on the t.v above the crackling fire place. Candles lit emitting of the scents of pine and peppermint mingling perfectly together. Christmas decor still intact from when you placed it with Zach’s help last week. Staring at the atmosphere your boyfriend created you wondered where he was.

“Zach?” Your voice travelled through the pent house like a maze. With no response you decided to look for him yourself. Entering his room you spotted pyjamas atop his silky black duvet, Another note rest a top.

Just put these on for me

xx -Z

Plucking the note you unfolded them, a white crop top and a pair of red pyjama bottoms. With all nine of Santa's reindeer’s names written in white all over them. You couldn’t help but smile like an idiot, he had a chill night planned for the both of you. Since he knew you weren’t one for big crowds, you were blessed to know he understood that.

Stripping in the middle of his room you changed into the Christmas pjs. Tossing your clothes into the corner of the room you ventured off to find him. Wasn’t too long before you spotted him in the kitchen, in matching Pyjamas dancing to the Christmas music. That right there was the love of your life and you wouldn’t change it for the world.

“Hey hot stuff!” you holler over the music, he stopped instantly at you voice, looking up he breaks into a stunning smile. “ I didn’t here the elevator.” His brown eyes a little apologetic, “You also didn’t here me call for you. Too busy lost into the Christmas feel.” you tease him.

“Here, I made you this.” Grabbing a red mug off the counter he stalks towards you. Towering over you small height, he places the hot coco in your hands. The hot beverage topped with whipped cream, cinnamon, and a candy cane melting into the side of it. You didn’t think your words could manage the gratitude you felt from him. Placing you unoccupied hand around his neck bringing him to your lips. You kissed him, a soft and slow one. He tasted like hot coco and candy canes.

“I could never get use to the way you kiss me in appreciation.” He says after you let go of his neck.

“I Don’t feel like my words are enough, not like the way you sing them.”

“Your words are everything to me, but I’d definitely prefer the kissing.” Zach winks, flirting with you like you two were still best friends. Walking backwards to the island he did a once over of your body, and a second time. His brown eyes travelled from head to toe drinking every inch of you in. You laughed and rolled your eyes at him, shaking your head a little. He always flirted with you, he never saw the reason to stop. Zach found you breathtakingly beautiful and wouldn’t let you forget it.

Drinking the glorious hot coco he made you, your eyes watched at he started prepping the ingredients. His moments were sly and simple yet attractive, you still couldn’t grasp the thought of him being yours. The man practically got on his knees till you said you’d be his girlfriend.

“So are you just going to stare at me the whole time or help me?” His eyes never lost focus as he caught you red handed admiring the way this hands moved. Your cheeks flushed, trying to hide yourself behind the cup of hot coco. The man could flirt with you but the moment he catches you staring you burn up like a tomato.

“I wasn’t.” You mumble into your beverage, hoping it hide the quiver in your voice. It failed.

Dark chuckle emits into the air, “I love the way I affect you.” Still trying to hide into your cup, you couldn’t see the way he prowled over to you. His brown eyes a little dark and his expression a little sharper. You gasped once his hands came in contact with your skin. Goosebumps arisen on your waist as he backed you up against the counter, lifting you atop it.

You let him pull the mug away as he looked into your eyes, seeing every piece of you. Separating your knees he slide between your legs. Pulling you closer against him, you locked your ankles around his waist. He held your chin in his hands you felt every muscle, every vein, and every bone in his left hand. Placing his thumb on your chin he pried back your bottom lip.

Your core throbbed between your legs feeling the sexual energy flowing in his blood. You were putty in his hands like you’ve always had been for him, only him. You released a whimper at the growing tension, wanting him to do something, anything. Moving closed to you, his mouth swerved past you lips and to your ear. Breathing against your neck sending shivered down you spine.

“I want to fuck you, but right now I want to make cookies with you.” He whispered softly and you could hear the teasing smiled on his lips. Just like that the burning in your core vanished like thin air and replaced with disappointment. That fucking brick, he’s done it multiple times before. yet you still haven’t learned.

“Okay lets go.” You grab his hand, hopped of the counter and pulled him to the kitchen island. Showing no weakness, no emotion, no trace of the way he affected with his prickery. Zach was bewildered by your response, nonetheless let you lead them.

There was no effort needed into making the dough as Zach had measured everything out correctly. While slinging along with the Christmas music you combined the wet ingredients and Zach did the dry. You’d never forget this moment with him, sneaking glances while you made gingerbread cookies with him.

Wasn’t too long before combining both mixing bowls into a larger one, placing that one under the mixer. Watching the dough as it mingles everything together creating a beautiful brown and soft cookie dough. It was mesmerising to watch honestly.

Distracted with the dough you couldn’t feel the tight hold of Zach’s eyes on you. Watching every muscle, the way your lips twitched with happiness. How your calm breathing expanded your chest. The motion of your fingers riming the brim of the mixing bowl. The way the light in the kitchen beamed off your hair, making the shade brighter.

“I love you.” His voice sounded hazy, lost in the thought of you.

Surprised you whipped your head in his direction, a giddy smile upon your lips. He leaned against the counter, sipping hot coco out of a forest green mug with ‘Merry’ written in white. You realised your mug and his had been a matching set, as yours had the word ‘Christmas.

“I love you too.” It was as if the words were yanked from your soul. Maybe it was in the moment or you knew that you truly loved this man with your whole heart. But you let yourself say it and you didn’t feel the need to apologies. Zach responded with an ear to ear smile, no words and you were thankful for that.

From there it didn’t take too long before the dough was plop on the island and rolled out. Gingerbread cookie cutters dug into it softly, before they were laid down on a cookie sheet. Then pushed inside the oven to be baked.

“Speaking of cookies, I got you a gift.” Looking into his doe brown eyes you held in a laugh. “How do those even connect?” You asked him, raising your eyebrow and crossing your arms accusingly at him.

“They don’t, But I got you one.” He pulls a small white box with a stunning red ribbon on top from behind his back . Small meant it was either a give card or jewellery, with him it always had been expensive. Which you were grateful for but you’d rather the small gift. Deep down you didn’t want to feel like a burden, Zach has done so much for you already.

“It’s not Christmas yet.” You managed to get out.

“Does it have to Christmas for me to get my girlfriend a gift?” He asked his voice smooth and sounding like home. Shaking your head gently you say “No, I guess not.” It would making you feel less guilty if it had been.

Taking the small box into your hands you watched his brown eyes light up. Starring at the little bow atop, you pulled the lid Revealing a gift that was neither what you assumed. Inside was a golden card sitting on green velvet, Not just any card, a card that was identical to his pent house key card. Grasping it into your grip you saw the small detailing. Matte background with a shinning luxurious car and letters that spelled your name.

“What’s this?” You ask having a good idea, but you wanted confirmation.

“Key card for the parking garage.” You could spy the hesitation and anxiety swimming in his eyes. You wondered how long he’s had this tucked away. Waiting for the exact right moment to ask you again.

“Yes.”

“Will you move in with me?” his words were forced from his lips like he was awaiting your denial. “I made my office into one for you, your own space. It’s all yours if you want it.” He continues not hearing your answer over his hammering heart. That explained why he kept it locked for the last two months, you never questioned it since this was his house.

“Yes” you smile, knowing you made the right choice for the both of you.”...but you didn’t have to do that Zach.” He engulfed you in a hug and you latched onto him like it was the last time you would see him. Holding you tight to his chest you could feel his lips kiss the crown of your head.

“Really?” His slow question vibrated against his chest where your head was laying. you moved to catch his eyes with yours, to make sure he heard you. “Yes, You’re my forever Zach.”

#zach herron #Zach herron imagines #wdw #wdw imagines #why don't we #why don't we imagines #wdw Christmas #why don't we christmas #jonah aesthetic #🐆

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