#got shoved by his professional teammate

[wileys-russo]

mrs williamson II l.williamson x reader

leah williamson supremecy always, all day every day

mrs williamson II l.williamson x reader

"-and now it's charlies turn for show and tell!" you clapped your hands together to gain your students attention, their chatter slowly ceasing as you sent them an appreciative smile for their quick listening.

a knock on the door however had their heads turning and your eyebrows raising in surprise as your wife stood there with a sheepish smile, clad in her training tracksuit with her hands shoved in her pockets.

"okay 4D, everyone turn our listening ears on nice and loud for charlie and i'll be right back! take it away my friend." you gave the boy an encouraging grin as he launched into an animated recount of how he had broken his arm over the weekend, waving his bright blue cast around as he did.

"hi?" you stepped outside of the classroom, sending the blonde a surprised smile. "hi gorgeous, sorry for the interruption i tried to just leave it with reception but they said to come find you here." leah smiled apologetically, the two of you pulling one another into a quick hug as she sweetly kissed your cheek.

"you left your house keys and i've got late training, double session. figured you'd want to be able to get back inside tonight!" the girl grinned as she pulled away and you sighed appreciatively, pecking her lips as she dropped the keys into your hand.

"miss just got a kiss! miss just got a kiss!" your head snapped sideways meeting the cheeky grin of several bored eight year olds gathered in the door frame. at your warning look they all scattered, hurrying back to their seats as leah chuckled.

"i see the stern teacher look works on other people than just your sister then?" leah grinned in amusement, referring to her teammate alessia who was your younger sister and the reason the two of you had even crossed paths years ago in the first place.

"hey you've got an arsenal hoodie on! do you like football? miss williamson can she please come in and talk about football?" a different students head popped around the door frame, shooting both you and your wife his best puppy dog eyes.

you glanced to leah who gave you a small shrug, murmuring she didn't have training for another hour. "i guess it's my turn for show and tell then!" you chuckled, grabbing leahs hand and leading her inside, twenty sets of eager eyes following your every move.

"alright boys and girls! listening ears on again please. this is leah, she's a professional footballer and as russel pointed out she plays for arsenal." you introduced your wife who leant against your desk, folding her arms over her chest and sending your students a warm smile and a wave.

"miss that's not just a footballer that's leah williamson, she's the england captain and my sister loves her! she has her shirt too." william, another student, piped up enthusiastically from the back as the room.

"miss williamson if you and leah have the same last name, are you sisters?" one of the girls asked curiously and leah hid a laugh behind a fake cough as you sent her a firm warning.

"no julie, leah is my wife. i took her last name when we got married!" you explained patiently, your students all ohhing in response and their was a brief pause of silence before the room absolutely erupted into chatter, the kids all shooting question after question at your wife.

"okay 4D we do not yell over the top of one another! we use our manners and we wait our turn and display our..." you trailed off expectantly, nodding your head suggestively to this weeks words written on the board behind you.

"patience!" your students echoed back causing a bright smile of pride to tug at your lips, leah noticing as her heart melted, always having had the largest soft spot for the obvious passion you had for teaching and your students.

"okay who has a question for leah? hands up, she'll call on you one by one." you instructed as at least half the room raised their hands eagerly, wiggling impatiently in their chairs as leah chuckled and began to point them out.

"leah do you love miss williamson?" "most of the time." leah smiled cheekily in response causing a few giggles to break out from the kids surrounding her.

"leah does miss williamson snore?" "oh yes, she sounds like a truck!" leah answered, mocking the noise as your cheeks flushed bright red and even more giggles met leahs ears, causing her grin to grow.

"leah what's your favourite thing about football?" "oh thats a hard one! but i think playing in a team and having lots of really supportive people around you on the pitch, the girls i play with at england and at arsenal are some of my very best friends." leah answered sincerely as you nudged your shoulder into hers with a soft smile.

a half hour later and you had to interrupt the game of two touch leah had got going on with your students using a crumpled up piece of paper, quietly reminding her that she had training and clapping out a pattern to gain the attention of the room, your kids clapping it back and settling somewhat.

"leah has to go to training now! but can we all please give her a big cheer and a thank you for spending her time speaking with us today?" you called out as your students echoed an enthusiastic thank you, a few of them rushing in to hug leah who tensed in surprise before her face softened and she ruffled their hair and pat at their backs before they went racing back to their desks at your request.

"everyone grab out your books please! quiet reading time until the lunch bell goes, i'll be right outside so i will hear if anyones chitter chattering, remember my listening ears are always on!" you warned tugging at your ears as leah smiled softly and your students giggled but did as you asked.

"thank you lee, they loved that." you stepped outside and walked leah a few feet away with a smile, wrapping your arms around her neck as hers snaked around your waist, the blonde pressing a tender kiss into your hair.

"i loved that. would you maybe want me to come back with some of the girls? run a little friendly game and do some easy drills?" your wife offered as you made a face of surprise.

"if you have time? they would actually go mental if you could." you agreed eagerly, your wife reassuring she was sure it would be fine but she would check with jonas this afternoon.

"maybe on a friday afternoon, i know you said they go stir crazy so close to the weekend." leah chuckled and you sighed, nodding in agreement at how hard fridays were to keep them all engaged.

"that would actually be perfect. but you better go baby, you'll be late and i don't fancy hearing you moan about all the extra laps you'll have to run if you are!" you teased, your blonde rolling her eyes and pinching playfully at your side for the comment, pecking your lips a few times.

"miss got another kiss! miss got another kiss!" "4D i told you my listening ears are on!"

~

"i'm home!" you heard the front door open and your wife call our tiredly, hearing her kit bag thump to the floor as her sliders squeaked across the floor, the girl making a brief stop in the kitchen to chug a glass of water.

"in here love!" you called back, curled up on the lounge with your laptop on your knees, lesson planning for the week ahead. "hello gorgeous." your wife sighed and you were quick to move your laptop to the side as leah collapsed tiredly on top of you.

"tough session?" you hummed, running your hands through her hair as she nodded, face pressed into your stomach. "my arms feel like they're going to fall off, my legs are like jelly, can we just sleep here on the lounge?" leah mumbled into your top as you let out a beat of laughter and she moved so her chin rested on your chest, looking up at you with a tired but loving smile.

"i think i have something to lift your spirits baby." you gently tapped at her to signal you were going to get up, the blonde rolling off of you as you stood, rummaging through your work bag.

"you made quite the impression!" you smiled softly, handing leah a stack of papers as your wife pulled herself into a sitting position and began to rifle through them, her face softening significantly as she did.

"they did these for me?" leah asked quietly, eyes scanning the brightly coloured drawings with a tender gaze and you hummed your confirmation, sitting back down beside her and stretching your legs across her lap.

"i was ordered they were to go straight to you from my bag as soon as i next saw you or else i would be in some serious trouble with the artists." you teased, leah flicking through them again with a beaming grin.

"thank you, that's made my day." leah grinned, carefully placing the stack of papers down on the coffee table and pawing at your hoodie, needily pulling your body properly on top of hers and burying her face in your neck.

"i love you, mrs williamson."

~

"okay my friends listening ears on please! settle down, settle down." you clapped and called out over the incredibly restless group of children who were bouncing from foot to foot, whispering excitedly to one another as the looked toward the small huddle of women stood behind you.

"now i know we are all very excited, but i need some calm and some quiet so we can meet our new friends!" you stood back a little and gestured for them to step forward, everyone gathered on the oval for the final hour left of the school day.

"now this is alessia, steph, caitlin, katie, lotte and we all already know leah." you introduced as each girl gave a wave and a grin to the group of children stood in front of them. "your wife!" one of the boys piped up with a cheeky grin and a giggle as you sighed but nodded, rewarded with a chorus of fake kissing noises.

"okay enough of that or we'll go back inside and do our timetables!" you warned as a hush instantly fell, smiling happily and stepping aside for leah to take the reigns.

"you look like miss williamson!" one of the girls pointed to alessia with a frown as your sister smiled. "that's because she's my little sister" you explained, again a round of ohh's coming from your students in response.

"her big little sister!" alessia smirked, the much taller girl patting your head mockingly causing the children to giggle, leah stepping in and beginning to speak.

"the bossiness isn't just reserved for your friends and family? those poor children." alessia tutted from beside you as leah explained the first training drill your class was going to do, using katie and lotte for a demonstration.

"alessia if you so much as utter one word that i find inappropriate or teach them anything they don't need to know about me, i promise on nonna i will tell gio exactly how his pool table got broken." you murmured quietly to the blonde stood beside you who shot you a filthy look at the threat but remained quiet, bumping her shoulder into you and walking off after lotte with her assigned group.

"leave her alone!" leah chuckled pressing a quick kiss to your cheek as you rolled your eyes. "you always take her side, you're supposed to be my wife! i am sick and tired of the two of you teaming up against me." you huffed with a shake of your head.

"i am technically her sister in law, i'm just being supportive!" leah teased, grabbing at your waist and stealing a kiss when no one was looking, whispering for you to stop being grumpy before jogging off to help katie.

despite that the afternoon went off without any real issues, your students as expected absolutely adoring the girls and an afternoon full of physical exercise and sunshine.

"miss williamson its your turn now!" one of the boys kicked the ball at you, all of them taking turns to shoot at goal as you shook your head. "this is meant to be fun for all of you not for me!" you kicked the ball back as your students all began to protest your decision.

"she's just scared she'll miss!" alessia teased from where she stood in goal beside lotte, cocking an eyebrow at you challengingly, leahs hand coming to rest on the small of your back from where she stood watching on beside you.

"you won't miss, we believe in you!" one of the girls shouted, half of your students all cheering you on as the others took your sisters side, joining in as she boo'd you.

"i think you have to now babe, you've riled them up again." leah chuckled quietly, rubbing your back comfortingly as you sighed, stepping forward toward the goal as the cheers got louder and lotte swiftly stepped out of goal, mumbling a good luck to her blonde best friend.

"come on, surely you've grown out of your two left feet by now!" your sister mocked, you having had the pleasure of growing up relentlessly teased by both her and your older brothers for your astounding lack of athletic ability.

"go on williamson, show her what you're made of!" katie encouraged with a grin, squatted down amongst the kids and starting a clap and chant of your name.

only spurred on further by the confident smile on alessia's smug face, countless memories of having footballs kicked at your head and being forced to stand in goal by your brothers, you placed down the ball and took a step back.

taking a step forward you connected with the ball as it sky rocketed and headed right for alessia's face, your sisters expression paling as she ducked and there was a swish as the ball smacked against the back of the net.

your students all screamed in delight right as the bell rang, and you yelled out over the top of them a big thank you for being so well behaved, wishing them all a safe and happy weekend.

you helped your wife to pack up the goals as half your students all raced off, eager to start their weekend whilst others hung around chatting to the girls. "i'd be watching your back if i was you love." leah grinned, nodding to a very unimpressed look plastered on your younger sisters face as she shot you a dirty glare.

"i know about far too many things she did behind our parents back for her to do anything, she's all bark and no bite." you chuckled, grabbing the cones and leading leah over to the sports shed where everything was stored.

you were caught off guard as your wife closed the door and promptly pressed you against it, wasting no time connecting her lips to yours, not having a chance to show you much affection all afternoon.

"you know i might have paid attention in school if teachers looked like you my girl." the blonde rasped into your ear with a cheeky grin, peppering butterly kisses down your jaw as you smacked at her shoulder.

"i didn't know you had a teacher and student fantasy darling?" you teased, your wife rolling her eyes and nipping at your neck as you warned her firmly about leaving marks, reminding you were still in your workplace.

"i married you for your mind and not just your stunning good looks, obviously." leah tutted, grinning as she sweetly pecked your lips a few times and pushed off of you, moving to open the door but frowning as it didn't budge. "it's old, it gets stuck sometimes!" you rolled your eyes, but frowning as you tried but also couldn't budge it.

though as you glanced out the window and locked eyes with a familiar mop of blonde hair and a smirk, your eyes narrowed. "open it! right now alessia." you ordered firmly, yelling so she could hear you as your sister only cupped a hand to her ear with a confused frown, mocking that she couldn't hear you as katie doubled over with laughter, stood beside her.

"russo." leah intervened, pushing you lightly out of the way as you opened your mouth to let your sister have it, your wife sending the younger girl a stern look who huffed, rolling her eyes and disappearing, the sound of movement indicating she'd removed whatever was blocking the door.

"you know in any other circumstances i'd have taken full advantage of being locked in a room with you mrs williamson." leah husked out in your ear, hands teasingly roaming your body beneath your polo as her lips pressed a tender kiss behind your ear.

"if you're trying to distract me from murdering alessia, it's not working." you huffed, your wife tugging you away from the door and once more holding you against it, pressing her lips to yours in a bruising kiss, removing the air from your lungs.

"better?" leah pulled away with a smug smile, pressing one more kiss to your lips as you nodded a little dazed and leah opened the door.

"alessia you better start running!"

leah rolled her eyes and folded her arms over her chest, stepping out of the sports shed and standing beside steph and katie with a shake of her head, watching as you chased after your sister.

that was her girl, and she loved you endlessly for it.

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[gisellaswrld]

i look at you wondering where your mind is at; you’re the first choice in my heart always

bb6 | being selected as a celebrity captain along side your brothers for the nhl all stars games was a situation you never thought of. leading up to the games, you made jack and quinn promise that brock would be the first pick. but after a small fight the morning of the games, you decide otherwise.

a/n this was fun to write and i love brock so much so if you guys want more bb6, please send some requests!! i’ll write a more smutty part two at the request of you guys :)

There were many things you loved that you had to give up due to your brother’s successful hockey careers. Your parents were already stressed out with three boys who all loved hockey, but you added stress on top of that. All your life, you never really enjoyed playing hockey. You played one year, just to prove to your mom you didn’t enjoy it. Ellen took the news with a heavy heart, but decided to give you options of what to pursue next. That’s when the entire Hughes family pinpointed your special talent. It wasn’t hockey, or volleyball, or golf even. It was singing.

After the realization, Ellen quickly found the best talent coach in Michigan for you. Moira, your singing coach, helped you develop the skills necessary for being the next big pop star. Fast forward to now, 20 years old, and you were jumping the charts. After opening on the Era’s tour for Taylor Swift, then the release of your first album Emails I Can’t Send, you were the next big thing. The media loved it all, they ate the news for breakfast.

Every single Hughes child was successful. Ellen and Jim got tons of recognition for raising successful children.

Currently, you resided in Vancouver with your older brother Quinn. Throughout the past years of living with him, you grew to adore his teammate Brock. What started as a friendship between two people who would confide in each other during tough times, blossomed into the dream healthy romantic relationship.

When you received the invitation to be a celebrity coach for the NHL All Stars game, you quickly accepted under one circumstance. That you’d coach alongside your brothers. Of course when the news was released, everyone went wild. On top of that, you got to join one of your close friends Tate as a coach. Tate had reached out one drunken night, asking for either your brother or Brock to fight Cole during a Canucks vs. Blue Jackets game. Since then, your friendship with her was as thick as thieves.

The morning of the All Stars draft had been going smoothly. You made Quinn and Jack to promise to pick Brock first, and they listened. You knew of their planning schemes with some of the other coaches, practically planning the draft before it happened.

You sat on the hotel bed, shoving cereal into your mouth. Brock was showering, getting prepared for the red carpet he had to attend before the draft. He came out, dressed in black pants and a white sweater. You furrowed your eyebrows at him, a curious look forming.

“What happened to your other outfit?” You asked, setting the cereal down on the bed side table. Brock quickly looked up at you, then looked back in the mirror. “Decided not to wear it.” Brock nonchalantly answered.

“Oh?”

“Don’t be like that, doll. It’s not anything crazy. Just figured I’d look more professional.” Brock explained, walking to sit on the bed. You scooted further away from him, a glare settling on your face. “So your first outfit wasn’t professional?” You asked, eyebrows raised.

“Why are you making it a big deal?” Brock’s voice came across aggressive, causing you to scoff. “Because it was your idea? And I was excited to see you wear it.” You stated, quickly getting off the bed.

Brock watched as you gathered your makeup bag and other things needed to get ready for the entire day. You started to head towards the door when you heard his voice again. “Where are you going?”

Your hand clasped the door handle, pulling to door open. “To my brother’s room. I don’t want to deal with you or this right now. Just know you upset me and I’m angry.” You stated, leaving the room quickly.

Quinn and Olivia’s room was a few doors down and you were convinced you’d enjoy being around them more than Brock right now. You knocked loudly, hearing some shuffling before Quinn opened the door. Before he got a chance to speak, you shoved past him, setting your things down.

“What are you doing?” Quinn asked, shutting the door behind him. “Or do I even want to know?”

“Brock made me upset and I don’t want to be around him. I figured Olivia would enjoy having a friend to get ready with.” You answered, looking around for her. The bathroom door quickly opened, Olivia standing in a robe with curlers in her hair. “Y/N!” Olivia smiled.

“Hi Olivia, Brock made me mad. Now I’m here.” You greeted her, a smile on your face. Olivia gasped, crossing her arms. “What did he do?” Olivia questioned. You glanced up at Quinn, who was definitely more curious than Olivia.

“He changed his outfit, so now he isn’t wearing his special shirt.” You stated, shrugging. Olivia’s eyes widened, a scoff falling from her lips. “You mean the shirt he paid like $80 for? The shirt that has your face on it? The one he specifically bought for this?” Questions quickly fell from Olivia’s mouth as disbelief spilled through her tone.

“I’m going to Jack’s. You guys have fun.” Quinn left the room, hearing enough from the story. “Yes that shirt! He said he wanted to be more professional.” You exclaimed, a sad look forming on your face.

“What an asshole!”

You and Olivia finished getting ready, but you had to be at the Scotia Bank Area sooner than her since you were a coach. When you arrived, you were immediately swarmed and overwhelmed by the girls wanting pictures and autographs. You tried your best to speak to everyone and at least hold a conversation with them. Your agent, Thalia, stayed close by. She ensured you were making good time. For one moment she stepped away for a phone call.

“They want you for interviews now, sweet heart.” Thalia informed, ushering you forward. You were led to a room filled with reporters, players, the other celebrity coaches and captains. Once you were spotted by Tate, she quickly ran over to you.

“Oh my gosh! You look so good.” Tate gushed, pulling you into a hug. You smiled, quickly reciprocating the gesture. “Thank you, you look great yourself.” You replied, pulling away.

“I was surprised when Brock was brought back here without you. Are you guys okay?” Tate asked, her voice quiet as reporters were currently interviewing Auston, Morgan, and Justin.

“Got in an argument this morning, so I’m not speaking to him.” You shrugged, ignoring his stares from across the room. “Guess he should be reminded that even though the draft is planned, I can still have a little fun.” You added, a devious smirk on your face.

“You are evil. I love it.” Tate giggled, pinching your shoulder softly. “Oops, gotta go, it’s my turn.” Tate waved, walking over to Cale and Nate. You moved over to your brothers and Elias.

“Pst. Can we wait till after we draft the last Goalie to pick Brock?” You whispered, the plan already forming in your head. Quinn, already knowing of the argument, rolled his eyes. “They got in an argument over his shirt.” Quinn quickly explained.

Elias had a confused look on his face, but let out a sigh. “I guess, but don’t you think that’s mean?” He asked, his eyebrows pinched together. “Mean? Sure, but I could be writing a song about him so what’s a little harmless fun?” You answered.

All four boys stared at you, then looked at each other. “If you don’t do it, I’m going to tell mom.” You spoke harshly, staring directly at your brothers. “You know how upset she gets when her brothers don’t listen to her only little princess,”

“Fine, fine. He will go after the goalies. Just don’t tell mom.” Quinn shook his head, slightly annoyed at his sister’s antics. “She’s got a point. Shouldn’t we be sticking up for our sister?” Jack agreed, gesturing towards you.

The rest of the interviews went well, except for when a reporter requested for you to do an interview with Brock. The interaction was tense, only short answers given from the both of you. You were sure the clips would quickly be on Twitter from your fan base, but oh well.

The draft started quicker than ever, the Hughes team getting the chance to pick the first player. You already told Brock that he was the intended first pick, but after deliberating with your brothers and Elias, Nikita Kucherov was going to be your first selection. You requested to be the person to announce it, just to see the look on Brock’s face.

“Team Hughes, are you ready for your first pick?” Jamie asked, looking at the group of four. Everyone nodded, agreeing on their final selection. You took a small step forward, a smile on your face as some fans cheered. “We chose Nikita Kucherov from the Tampa Bay Lightening,” You announced, eyes quickly locking to Brock.

Brock rolled his eyes, running a hand down his face. J.T. Miller nudged him, a curious look on his face. You shook Nikita’s hand, letting him go grab his jersey.

Quinn ended up picking most of his team, along with Brady Tkachuk, Jesper Bratt, and Cam Talbot. After a commercial break, the choice was back to the Hughes Team. You took a step forward, waiting for Jamie to give you the go.

“I guess, we are picking Brock Boeser. Even though he didn’t wear his shirt with my face on it, then was mean to me.” You scrunched your face, watching as Brock skated up while shaking his head.

You held your hand over your microphone as he pulled you into a hug. “You are in trouble, doll.” Brock mumbled in your ear, then promptly skated off to receive his jersey. You had a small smirk on your face, clapping as he received his jersey.

The rest of the event went smoothly, thankfully. Now you were pilled into Uber’s that were driving you to the bar that Auston Matthews rented out for the night. You were squished in between Brock and Elias, uncomfortably squirming in the seat at some of the potholes in the road.

Brock’s arm hung loosely behind your seat, his hand occasionally tugging at loose strands of your hair. To which you’d return a nudge at his side, and he would always react with a low chuckle.

“Scoot over, I know you are uncomfortable.” Brock leaned over to whisper in your ear. Jack was blasting music loudly in the Uber so it wasn’t hard for Brock’s voice to get drowned out by anyone but you.

You glared at Brock, but still scooted over to sit in his lap. “You still mad at me?” Brock continued to speak quietly, his hand squeezing at your exposed thigh.

You nodded, continuing the fun ignoring game you liked to play when you were mad. Brock hated it, despised it actually. Yet, you still did it because Brock would always find a pleasuring new way to deal with your attitude.

“Come on, don’t act like I don’t know what you did. I’m sure you loved convincing your captains to switch the draft order, all over a silly argument.” Brock spoke, tugging at another strand in your hair.

You looked at him in confusion, wondering who snitched to him. “You think Pettersson would keep it from me?” Brock now had an amused expression on his face.

Thankfully the conversation was put on pause as you arrived to the bar. Brock tapped your ass as you pushed open the door. Tonight, your plan was to continue to be angry at Brock, just to catch a reaction out of him. And boy, would it be a fun night.

#nhl #nhl imagine #nhl x reader #hockey #hockey imagines #nhl blurb #nhl all star game #nhl all star 2024 #quinn hughes #jack hughes #elias pettersson #brock boeser #brock boeser x hughes!sister #brock boeser x reader #quinn hughes x reader #jack hughes x reader

[thatsdemko]

strange realities - c.sainz

part 3: pining series

pinning series masterlist

warnings: anxious thoughts

a/n: hiiii thank you so so so much for all the love on the past two parts!!! xx we’ve got 6 more parts together of this ride 😁😁

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EARLIER IN BAKU

the sun was beaming hot, and the winds were just as cruel as yesterday. stepping out of the team car, you thank the driver before closing the door simultaneously as the one that arrives after yours. Carlos sainz.

“hola, amor.” his smile is awfully bright for the early morning as he approaches you, hand gesturing for you to lead the way to check into the paddock.

“you’re in a good mood this morning, ready for the race?” you ask scanning in your ID. you step into the paddock, Carlos following behind you; the fans begin to approach and your job starts.

you walk beside him, moving out of the way when fans want pictures, or when reporters shove their microphones into his face. he just smiles, answers the questions, and is careful not to step on your feet.

“I swear I can’t go anywhere.” he grumbles, fake smile plastered on his face as he shoots the camera for a thumbs up and a little wave. you attempted to move away in time, but you got trampled in the mix of fans, and your body was pushed back beside his.

“you’re too famous for me now.” you wink, elbow nudging his arm, he caught the words you said despite the fans yelling in his ears. it made him chuckle, “so now I’m out of your league?” he asks, turning to you.

“you were never in my league to begin with, sainz.”

—

the newspaper falls into your lap, it was hot off the press and pages were spilling onto the ground when you notice yourself and Carlos on the front cover, “whatever you have with sainz, it must stay professional.” is all you heard before they left. leaving you alone with the words and the pictures to take in.

not even an hour had gone by from the arrival. the white dress you had arrived in was stored in a cubby in the Ferrari motorhome, one you were now too afraid to step into. the mess was probably just unfolding in there, or nobody even dared to read the gossip. but whoever came in, clearly had enough time before the race to care. enough time to make taking pictures for the team harder than it needed to be.

“you ready for the race?” you ask snapping a few pictures of Charles before he got in the car. a hopeful smile forms on his lips as he nods to your question, “no pictures of Carlos?” he points to his teammate, who’s listening to last minute preparations from his team. he catches your eyes on him, those big brown eyes grow intense on yours, he sends a wink in your direction that instantly makes you turn away, despite the butterflies and temptations to turn back.

it can’t be like this. everyone’s watching, cameramen are everywhere. they could catch this, is all you could think. any friendly intimate moment was now to be paired as one of you falling in love with the other. why did it change so fast? two minutes ago you were his work friend, now you were someone the media claimed to be an interest in his eyes.

“just wave to the fans for me, Charles. please.”

—

“p3! oh congrats!” you wrap your arms around Charles, pulling him into your body for a quick hug before he finds Arthur and Lorenzo, sporting identical smiles to his.

it’s not a second later when carlos pulls in from p5. he’s not pleased, but he’s not overall in a bad mood. he climbs out the car, and pats and helmet taps are used in his congratulations. instead of the typical hug you always give both of the drivers, you try to stick with a high five, but he ignores it and embraces you like normal. like there wasn’t an article looming over your head.

“you did great, Carlos. we’ll get ‘em in miami.” you pull from the hug, looking into those sad big brown eyes, the only thing you can see under his helmet, “you did what you could, now vamos! we have media.”

he nods in agreement to your words, and finds Fred who gives the driver his words of encouragement, before he switches out from his helmet to a cap and trails behind you to the media pen.

the attention of cameramen and interviewers shift from the drivers that are currently standing around when you two walk in. he tries to stand out of the way, practicing his fake smile that only grows a real one out of you before he steps up to speak.

“Carlos, congrats on p5, what are your plans for Miami?”

“to have fun. maybe catch some rays in the sun?” he looks over at you in approval, but you only shake your head knowing Fred wouldn’t allow that much free time for him. there was always something the drivers could be doing instead of relaxing.

“what about you, y/n? will you be there with Carlos?” the camera shifts, microphone moves into your face, and suddenly you can’t breathe. caught so off guard, it’s like all of the air has escaped your lungs. your mouth is full of saliva as you try to find words, but nothing comes.

Carlos notices you had frozen. the cameraman’s smile widens, he caught you like a deer in headlights, and Carlos wasn’t having it. he didn’t like that cheeky grin, it made him step in, “she’ll be with the team, yes. she follows me everywhere, so there’s a good chance she’ll be with me.”

his hand gently presses against your lower back. it’s cool against your shirt, not having noticed your whole body had begun to heat up under the pressure of the camera. you can’t believe he does this all of the time, you see why it’s such a pain now having frozen in time.

you step aside further, allowing him to finish while you try to find your breath, or any air in your lungs. life seemed to have become too real in time, like the article wasn’t just a dream and people really were believing something was there.

“you ready to go, amor?”

“please, let’s get out of here.”

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Kicking and Screaming

florence pugh x footballer!reader

summary: your relationship is taking a hit from the release of Don’t Worry Darling

words: 4948

warnings: smut

notes: i tried to keep the football terms to a minimum so don’t be daunted by this. this was requested as well — no way i could have come up with this.

It’s all fucking bullshit.

No one seems to believe in your relationship. Or, rather, they’d like to believe in a different one.

She’s convinced you they’re not true. They aren’t true, because you were with her while she filmed, and on FaceTime when bubbles did not permit physical contact. Like, what the actual fuck? It’s insulting to even think about trying to pretend she slept with him.

Everyone can tell that you’re on edge the moment you walk onto the bus. Maybe you’re frustrated because you’ve avoided your girlfriend for a solid week, save for the occasional small talk that occurs when you catch each other in the same room of your house, maybe it’s because you had to fight your way past the paparazzi at your front door.

Attempting to diffuse their teammate, you are met with a series of ‘hi’s that fizzle out the moment you shove your stuff in the hold above an empty row and sit down on your own. This is a player who does not want to be spoken to. You hear a mumble “relationship problems” and scowl, closing your eyes and choosing to block out the entire world for three and a half hours.

When Leah begins to play her pregame hype music (awful, awful music that you’d hate even in the best of moods), they beg you to join in with the singing, making a game of who can possibly get a smile out of you. You groan loudly, covering your face with your hands, but when Jonas looks at you sternly, you give in and face them all. “You get one song,” you announce, “and if it’s shit, I’m not singing.” There’s a scramble for the phone connected to the speaker, and then some absurd song you chose for karaoke once plays.

They manage to get you to sing three, before the coaches coach and the bus stops. You step off and are quickly taken aside by Aaron. The assistant coach looks at you with concern pulling at his smile. The chatter of the team fades into the distance and he begins to talk.

He starts with a simple question: “how are you?”

“I’m fine.” He isn’t convinced. “No, really. I need to just play. I’ve got to play it out.”

“You could have played it out at training.”

“I need an audience.” You need to show everyone – remind them all – how great you are, with or without your girlfriend. No matter what they say about your personal life, you will make sure they cannot attack your playing. “I’m a professional.”

“It’s going to be a tough match, Y/n. They’re a good side, we’re matched almost evenly. No one needs a loose canon on the pitch.”

“I’m notoriously calm–”

“When your girlfriend isn’t in the centre of Hollywood’s latest scandal.” His remark is cutting. You may well have flinched. Aaron then softens, as if suddenly deciding he’s being too harsh. “I will tell Jonas that you will be focused throughout, but if I feel that it’s not working or you’re not playing well, I’m taking you off. We all go through relationship issues. It’s okay to need a moment.”

You’re about to protest, guns firing up and getting ready to blaze your way through a full ninety minute match, but Beattie grabs your arm and makes fun of you for being slow. “How can we start match prep without Saint Y/n?” she whines dramatically.

Aaron nods in dismissal. You follow her unnecessary tugging.

“She’s here!” Beth shouts over the noise. You glare at them, halfway between it being sincere and joking.

Surprisingly, you manage to chat and jostle and tease, partaking in the standard changing room banter. Every so often, your phone buzzes, its screen lighting up with texts and missed calls from Florence, annoyingly reminding you of the lock screen background (Flo and Billie, teeth bared). Some of your teammates notice the amount of notifications you are getting, but none are intrusive enough to assume anything other than social media or an overactive group chat.

Flo’s latest text reads:

Pick up the fucking phone.

How pleasant.

She did start quite civilly, attempting to make up after a particularly venomous row. You’d stormed out, and then she’d slept on the sofa until you came back. The arguing had resumed when she told you she had been unbelievably worried while you were cooling off, so you had slammed your bedroom door shut and drowned her out by pouring over old match footage to analyse your play. You both could be work-oriented if you wanted to. If that was how it was going to be.

Speaking of work oriented — the cheers in the stadium as both teams walk out of the tunnel are enough to pull your focus in onto the here and now, not some stupid and too-common argument.

Once you’ve warmed up and have been reminded of Aaron’s personal terms and conditions for tonight’s game, it’s Jonas’ team talk (stay calm, play your game, press hard defensively) and then kick off.

The whistle sounds and you are back in a situation you can control. It feels good, this feels good. Florence is but a niggle at the back of your mind as you push and shove and dribble and… Okay, yeah, you foul quite a bit.

You have a lot of pent up everything, and instead of taking it out on the ball itself, it does lead to quite a few incidents where you push the player too hard and they end up on the floor, but so what? The first goal is scored fifteen minutes in thanks to your turn over and cross. You’re playing great. Aggressively, sure, but great.

You think you have a great chance of winning the ball in the next tackle you go for. (In hindsight, you are completely lying to yourself.) Your legs go round and under, and she goes down awkwardly, crying out in a mix of shock and pain. You find that you’re pulled down too, small crescents pressed into your forearm when the player lets go of you.

“What the fuck was that?” hisses one of the Man United players, kneeling down to her teammate. You can feel your own team debating whether to crowd the scene or watch from afar.

You blank out the next five minutes, in which the player is helped off by a medic, the ref waves a yellow card in your face, and Jonas goes absolutely nuts from the sideline.

Katie is a dirty player. Not you.

“You okay?” a player from the other team asks, her face determined but eyes gentle. She extends her hand out to you, pulling you up.

Her words remind you that you are very much in the public eye. (And that you are also very much not okay.)

Aaron is emphatic about how disciplined you usually are at half time. In fact, half the team are scared to talk to you considering the uncharacteristic aggression shown on the pitch. When Mead approaches to ask if you’re alright, you turn around and pretend to be extremely interested in the wall.

Aaron tells you that you need to leave this shit off the pitch now. “Taking it out on everyone else doesn’t seem to be working,” he says, “because they’ve scored an equaliser and one of our best players looks like she’s about to beat the shit out of her own team. Take up fucking boxing at this rate!”

“I’m fine,” you insist through gritted teeth, setting your jaw as you prepare to go back on for the last ten minutes of the game. “Jonas thinks I’m fine.”

“He thinks you’re playing fine.”

“Are you my coach or my dad?” you snap, fully aware of the camera pointed at the pair of you. “I will deal with my shit in whichever way I choose. Currently, it might be beating the shit out of my assistant coach.”

He pauses, perplexed. You are a composed person. You are neutral, positive at times, yet he finds not an ounce of regret for your tone nor your language. All he can see as he looks in your eyes is pure, unbridled rage.

Aaron is not stupid. He knows how to win games, he knows how to make sure whatever a player brings onto the pitch is milked for every last drop of usefulness in order to garner a victory.

“I want a goal,” he says with a shrug. He points to your chest, “this fire in your heart… put it on the ball and kick hard.” You nod curtly. He smiles, proud of himself: you needed a target to focus your determination. “Okay, now go,” dismisses Aaron.

Jonas gives technical advice, asking you to score a goal more for the team than your own personal well-being, but that's the difference between coach and assistant coach.

When you step back out there, you feel a new hunger for one thing. You play selfishly, ruthlessly, and incredibly well. No one can seem to get the ball off you, so Man United’s focus shifts to keeping it two metres from you in every direction. Overtime will give them a moment to regroup and re-strategise, so that’s what they aim for.

A bad pass in their defence in the last minute of injury time costs them the ball. You pounce on it, appearing seemingly out of nowhere. Your own team presses down into the box to crowd the defence, leaving them overwhelmed and panicking, on their toes in preparation for your cross.

But your cross never comes.

The goalie is distracted, you realise. The commotion has stressed her out, cracked the icy hold her eyes had on the ball. She can’t see you position yourself towards her net. You think back to Aaron pointing at your heart, and gauge the distance between you and the goal.

You’re outside the box, but you have a chance.

You put your fire on the ball and kick hard.

It flies through the air swiftly, and the goalie can do nothing but dive too low down for it to not go in.

The whistle blows again, and you’re tackled by your team, whooping and cheering in your ear like there’s no tomorrow. You sink into that feeling of warmth and pride.

Everything feels fine again.

“Hey, L/n, they don’t want to talk to me anymore!” Beth calls you over from where she’s greeting fans. She went straight over to them once she shook hands with the other team. You haul yourself off the floor, patting the women you rolled off your body on the back with a mutter of ‘time to be famous’.

Half the pr stuff you’ve learnt is from Flo.

Little girls grin at you, looking up with admiration and stars in their eyes. They hold their dreams out to you, and you smile right back at them, signing everything that they ask you to, taking every picture possible.

“I think you’re my favourite,” declares a boy who’s shoved his way past everyone to get to the front. “You’re definitely my favourite.” He beams.

“Yeah?” You send him a wink, and then he jumps up to get a better look at you — he can’t really see over the barrier. You’re about to pick him up and bring him over the barrier to take a picture with him for his mum, when you notice a woman who hasn’t yet rushed out of the stands to beat the traffic.

She has short blonde hair and is tanned from summer.

The Cartier watch that you bought for her sits spitefully on her wrist.

Your mood sours.

Beth, who is standing beside you, seems to realise you’re no longer loving the attention, and watching you squirm under piercing green eyes isn’t her most favourite thing to do. She nudges you with her shoulder; approval that it’s okay to go back to the changing room.

“Bye!” you say to the crowd, waving at them all before turning around and focusing entirely on not crying or killing somebody.

An interviewer corners you somewhat, forcing you to answer a few questions. “This was a new side of you that we got to see today,” she begins, “is this a new style of play or a one-off?”

You make sure to have the blank, neutral expression before answering. “We’ll see.” She flashes you a smile and gives you a thumbs up. You’re free to continue marching back to the changing room.

They’ll likely be empty seeing as everyone is still on the pitch.

The door slams behind you as you groan in frustration. It echoes through the room, eerily barren of post-win cheer.

Why the fuck was she here? Couldn’t she let you have your space? In fact, couldn’t she just fuck off forever so that you never have to talk about anything?

You’re so caught up in sulking that you don’t notice the door open and shut and another person slip in.

“A yellow card, huh?” Your eyes fixate on the blonde, glaring. “It was a good game.”

“Why are you here?” you fire back, not wanting to hear her praise you because you might give in and buckle your knees and go crawling back to her with tears in your eyes.

“To watch you play,” she answers calmly.

You clench your fists, squeezing pleasantry out of yourself. “So now you care? Now you pay attention to me?” After all of this, she thinks she can show up once and make everything fine again. Bullshit.

“Don’t act like I’m the one running out of every room you walk into!”

Unbelievable.

“I do not run,” you scoff. “Wouldn’t you rather be on the phone to your boyfriend?”

“Wow, so mature.”

“At least I’m not a cheating liar!” you shout, taking the both of you by surprise. She rolls her shoulders back: okay, if this is how it’s going to be. “I’m not sleeping with anyone else, am I? All I’m doing is avoiding you.”

“So you admit you’re avoiding me!”

“Yeah, and you fucking show up at my game, acting as if you have every right to corner me and tell me to forgive you,” you spit, and she recoils at the thought. “Well I’m not going to forgive you.”

“There’s nothing to forgive me for,” she huffs, throwing her arms up in the air in frustration. “It’s not my fault that the media can’t keep out of my business.”

“I know they’re invasive.” It’s not her fault that they hound her. “But I had to find out from a fucking article, not from my girlfriend.”

“There was nothing to fucking find out!” she snaps, stepping closer to you. You feel the heat of her breath cloud your space, your body fighting with everything it has to not be drawn into her. She’s so close that you can see every detail of her tired face.

You tilt your chin up nonchalantly. “Tell that to the tabloids,” you mutter, but she can hear you easily from her position. “Oh, wait… You’re not going to fucking say anything.”

What comes next is a low blow, but people aren’t their best selves in heated arguments. “I thought you were braver than that, Flo.”

She shakes with anger, taking another step closer. “How have you convinced yourself that you’re supportive?” Her voice stays steady even if her body is not. “You tell me I’m a lying, cheating coward but—”

The door, once again, thuds shut.

“I told you we shouldn’t go in!”

Flo jumps backwards, creating distance for you to both stand awkwardly in front of Beth Mead and Vivianne Miedema.

Beth nudges her girlfriend, who quickly wipes the vindictive smile off her face.

“Everything okay?” Beth looks at you with the same concerned expression she’s been using the whole day. “Hi, Flo. I didn’t know you were coming.”

“Neither did I,” you grumble.

“It was a last minute decision.” Her reason is left unsaid, thankfully, but it’s safe to say three out of four people in the room know why — Miedema can be a little slow when being updated with whose side she and Beth are on in this ongoing fight.

“Sounded like a great argument,” says Vivianne, earning herself a harder nudge. “Can we shower and change before you carry on? The rest of the team will be coming through soon.”

You want to laugh but Flo’s glare stops you. Even if everything is falling to pieces, you seem to have a connection. She nods twice and you understand. When you get back, she will be waiting and you will be continuing this conversation in private.

She leaves, walking out in a way that makes you shudder ever so slightly (you chalk it down to the breeze the door creates, not the sight of her).

“So… did you call her a lying, cheating coward?” Beth asks as she sits on the bench you’re standing by, swinging her legs like a schoolgirl.

“Are you going to pretend you didn’t hear everything?”

She pauses for a moment, and then concedes. “Okay, yeah, we were outside for a good portion of it, but you guys were really loud. And Viv wanted to listen!”

Your other teammate shakes her head in protest. “Big, fat lie. I was going to have a chat with Katie while you guys shouted at each other.”

“No, if we hadn’t interrupted they so would have fucked,” Beth thinks aloud.

You snort. “Ha! As if—”

Vivianne turns to her girlfriend as if she actually has a point. “I’m surprised they were fully clothed when we walked in.”

- - -

She’s waiting for you in the kitchen when you get back.

You were held back by Jonas for five minutes when he wanted to congratulate you on your playing and tell you he likes the more aggressive side of you, but other than that, you’re true to your ETA. That text was the first you’d sent her in at least a week.

There are two plates on the counter, and quickly they are full of pasta bolognese. The meat is good protein.

“I thought we could eat and talk.”

You say nothing, but grab a fork for the both of you. You don’t sit down for fear of habitually sitting opposite her at the table. If you look at her too long, you’ll forgive her straight away.

After a few mouthfuls of the admittedly delicious food, you gesture with your fork. “Go on. Talk.” Maybe you should really hear her out.

She sighs. “When we first started dating, we talked about my sex scenes. I told you that they’re awkward to film and not at all romantic, and that I’ve never been attracted to any man I’ve had to pretend to be attracted to. It’s off-putting, really, and I thought you understood that.” She waits for your defensive interjection but you stay quiet. “Olivia is marketing this movie in a very horrible way — a way I had no say in. Reducing everything down to sex is harmful in itself, but I will not let it be any more harmful to this relationship than the publicity has already been.

“What you said about me not being brave, it’s true. I didn’t want to prolong a bad situation, but it’s hurting us and I hate that.”

She moves to take your plate to the sink, but your legs bring you with her. When she turns back around, plate no longer in hand, your arms are on either side of her body, pinning her underneath you against the counter.

“So you’re doing an interview,” you finish for her, speaking in a low voice. You don’t break eye contact. “Are you going to tell them that no one fucks you as well as I do?”

Flo blushes, crossing her legs. Her reaction doesn’t go unnoticed.

You lean down slowly, your lips hovering over her ear. “Who’s better, Florence? Me or him?”

Her shoulders tense, skin flushing beneath the worn material of an old concert t-shirt from a decade ago. She wears nothing else, apart from underwear.

Your eyes hold her gaze, daring her to look away. She shifts uncomfortably under your stare, unable to ignore the aching between her legs that comes with how close you are to her. She is not about to kiss you.

No, she’s angry that you would ever believe a stupid article over her. Or was it that you…

Does it matter? What were you even arguing about?

She can’t seem to remember anymore.

“Me… or him?” you repeat. The movement of your lips draws her eyes to them, something that you catch immediately.

“You’re jealous,” she replies, letters tumbling out onto one another as she forgets how to speak. You’ve dropped your hands to her waist. Your grip tightens as she smiles proudly at her clunky declaration. “You’re jealous of him.” Her eyes shut for a moment when you step closer, pressing her between you and the counter.

“You’re turned on.” Your smirk is enough to make her want to kiss you. Solely for the purpose of wiping it off your face, of course.

“I’m so turned on.”

You chuckle quietly at her admission. “What are you gonna do about it?”

Her chest presses against you and you almost forgo holding out on her. “Maybe I’ll have to make a call,” she whispers.

You smooth your palms down her curves, cupping her arse and pushing into her until your knuckles hit the counter. “Really?” Your lips hover just above hers, but she can’t lift up to reach them because you’re holding her down. “Not gonna kiss me?”

She shrugs. “Make me.”

You barely have to move for her lips to touch yours, but once they do it feels like you can’t get close enough. Her hands bunch the fabric of your hoodie, pulling it up and down as if she’s trying to get you out of it but can’t think of how to do so. You lift her up, swiping away the dishes from the counter without hesitation, lips never leaving her body. She moans loudly, unrestrained, as you reach your hand up her shirt, kneading at her breasts.

It doesn’t take long for her clothes to come off.

Blinded by pleasure, she leans back, almost slumping against the wall before knocking against a dirty glass and spilling water. She jumps at the noise, but you’re locked in with the focus you usually reserve for games. You pull her into you, arms wrapped around her thighs, and walk her back to the table. It’s lower, meaning you tower over her. She gasps at the coldness of the wood against her bare skin.

With a wild look in your eyes, you sink to your knees, hands running up her legs before reaching the tops of her thighs. She pants as she watches you intently, opening her legs as you guide her to.

You stop for a moment, taking a second to glance up at her. Florence is almost sprawled out on the table, sitting partially upright in order to see what’s taking you so fucking long. She opens her mouth to gripe or make some snide comment to rile you up, but your tongue flicks her clit and suddenly her sole focus is pushing your head further between her legs.

Her fingers tangle their way through your hair, any hair bobble long gone, giving her enough sturdiness to buck her hips into your mouth. Legs locking around your neck, she throws her head back and gasps loudly. “Fuck, baby, that’s so good,” she says. Her voice slices its way through your focus. Your moan into her. “So good,” she repeats, and then chants over and over as your tongue dives inside her.

Your grip on her thighs tightens, nails pressing into the soft skin. She moans and grinds her hips down, telling you she needs it harder, faster. You nod, and the movement causes her to yank your head back up.

You make the most obscene noise she has ever heard.

“You like that?”

“Not now,” is your short reply. She frowns, but forgets all previous emotions when your tongue is back inside her and your thumb is rubbing her clit.

She doesn’t have to tell you she is going to come.

Her legs tighten and her thighs suffocate you, your hair becoming the only visible part of your head. The hand that isn’t pulling at your hair is clawing at the edge of the table, seeking something to hold onto before she floats away. You use your whole face; nose, mouth, any part that can touch her.

“Don’t…” But the sentence isn’t finished. She cries out, the sound piercing the silence and echoing through the house. “Oh, fuck.”

You feel a pressure building inside of you, the throbbing at your clit becoming incessant. You drop your free hand to your joggers, but your eyes squeeze shut before you even have to touch yourself. You moan into her, the vibrations shooting through her body and splitting her in half. She comes loudly, and you find that you come too.

When you stand, you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand, examining the mess made. What once was a plate now lies in broken shards on the floor.

“We need to clean this,” you mutter, more to yourself than her.

She seems to pounce on you. “Later. No one fucks me like you do.”

- - -

Both of you fall asleep very quickly after five more rounds of very jealousy-fueled sex. She eggs you on the whole time, meaning you are relentless in your assault on her entire body; a price she will pay in the morning.

You wake to your phone buzzing its way off the bedside table.

Flo’s asleep with a leg between yours, chest pressed against you, face buried into your neck. You don’t move, feeling for your phone with an extended arm as to not wake her up.

Leah’s calling.

You groan.

“Hi, Leah,” you greet, faux chirpiness failing to cover the evident exhaustion in your voice. You did nearly lose it last night.

“Hi. Where the fuck are you?” You glance around at your bedroom, tentatively answering with the truth. She does not sound happy. “It’s half past two. You were supposed to be at training an hour ago.”

“Oh.”

You were asleep.

“Yes, ‘oh’! Jonas is on everyone’s case, get you arse here.” She pauses, you can imagine her lifting her finger off the hang up button. “…Are you alright? You sound dead.”

“I just… used my voice lots last night.” She’ll assume you had a—

“Screaming match?”

“Yeah, you could call it that.”

You bite your lip, waiting for her response. “Oh, okay. Well hurry up. I’ll tell Jonas you had a late night.”

“Thank you,” you say calmly, pretending to care a lot more than you do. It’s hard to care about other things when there’s a naked woman on top of you. “Bye, Leah.”

“Bye.”

The covers rustle slightly. “Our neighbours must hate us,” Flo mumbles, voice muffled by your neck. You run your hand down her back, settling just above her bum.

“Sorry?”

She lifts her head up, hair stuck the side of her cheeks, sex-teased and knotted. “The neighbours. They must hate us.”

You shrug, “fuck the neighbours.”

“Ah, I bet they say ‘the neighbours fuck’ over there.” You laugh at her stupid joke, enjoying her lazy grin. “I think you’re going to make me lose my voice one of these days.”

You both sound pretty hoarse.

“I shouldn’t have avoided you.” She frowns. You press a kiss to the top of her head. “I was angry at everyone; angry about the things people were saying, angry about the way you wouldn’t say anything. It was so frustrating to be cast aside so quickly, seemingly not being an option or a factor in anything to do with your love life. I felt so insulted, and I felt like you weren’t standing up for me.”

She lets you talk.

“I’m sorry for not hearing you out sooner,” you whisper, pressing your forehead to hers. “I love you, but I was so hurt and loving you was making it worse.”

“I get it,” she replies carefully. “The media flips so quickly, always picking sides and making up sources. I’m sorry for not standing up for you.”

You realise it’s not her fault. She doesn’t really get to choose the management of things like this.

You smile. She nudges you. “A screaming match?”

Shit. Training.

“We did!”

“I’m pretty sure screaming matches involving orgasms are just… sex.”

“They’re not going to suspect a thing,” you say slyly. She rolls her eyes and moves off you, allowing you to get dressed.

You leave in the next ten minutes, calling her to say goodbye.

- - -

In the changing rooms at the end of a session you barely made it to, the girls change and shower like they normally do.

Beside you, however, is one very stunned Katie Mccabe. Her mouth agape, she begins to attract a curious few.

“What’s wrong with Katie?” Leah questions suspiciously, eyes following the direction everyone is pointing in.

You stand with a guilty expression. Your sports bra only covers some of the many, many hickeys littering your body. Beth smirks and tells you to turn around.

They gasp at the state of your back.

“That’s gotta be painful,” mutters Raffa, shaking her head. She smiles soon, though. It’s hard to not be proud of you.

“Some screaming match you had,” Leah huffs bitterly. “Can’t believe I explained your relationship issues to Jonas. Twenty minutes of my life I’ll never get back.”

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Girl Of My Dreams - Chapter 67: Through All The Craziness

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Synopsis: Sakusa was the type to always get things done on his own, but now that he's forced to juggle between his successful pro-volleyball career and being a single dad, what happens when he enrolls his daughter in a new preschool and meets his daughter's new teacher? Will their relationship remain professional or will it evolve into something more?

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You lift Kimi up into your arms so that she can get a better view of her dad. She doesn't understand much of what's going on but she does know that they won, which causes her to cheer along with the other fans. Your eyes don't leave Sakusa, watching as he moves along the court to congratulate his teammates before they're gathering to thank the opposing team for a good game. You watch as Kageyama walks off the court with his teammates and you can't help but feel sad for him, making a mental note to do something nice for him to help cheer him up a bit.

Sakusa looks up into the stands, his eyes catching yours before he's motioning for you to come onto the court. You turn to tell Kenma but he's already lightly pushing you towards the direction of the court. You try to get onto the court as quickly as you can, having to dodge fans who were attempting to leave before it got busy. You finally make it onto the court, Sakusa being interviewed by a reporter you come to realize is from the sports channel he loves to watch.

His eyes light up when you make your way over to him, Kimi already reaching for him as soon as he's at arms length. "What would you say was the determining--" The reporter's question ending before she can even finish asking it, thanks to Kimi squealing at seeing her dad. "Congratulations daddy!" You watch as she beams at him before he's placing a kiss on her forehead. "Thank you sweetie." He says with a grin before his eyes move to look at you. He apologizes to the reporter before he's shifting Kimi to his other arm, using his now free arm to tug you towards him. "Congratulations my love." You smile at him as he quickly thanks you, placing a quick kiss on your cheek before turning his attention back to the reporter, pulling you snugly into his side.

She greets you and Kimi before she continues along with her questions, once she's asked all that she wanted to, she excuses herself to interview the other players. "Munchkin!" Kimi let's out a giggle before she's being taken from Sakusa by Atsumu. "I'm going to borrow her for a bit." He says without waiting for a response from either of you as he walks off to go photo bomb Hinata's interview.

You move to stand off to the side, not wanting to be in anymore interviews if Kimi was gone but the arm he has around you keeps you in place, if anything he's pulling you closer to him. You listen to the questions the reporter asks him, nodding along as he answers, zoning out every once in awhile once the questions become repetitive.

"I just have one more question for you Sakusa-san and then I can let you enjoy your time with your teammates and family." He says which causes you to shift your attention back to the reporter in front of you. Sakusa nods for him to go ahead and ask the question, "What are your thoughts on your ex girlfriend Kimura Emiko being arrested?" You feel him tense beside you, clearly being caught off guard at the question.

You know you're no better, eyes practically bulging out of their sockets. Before he can ask anymore questions Kuroo is already stepping in between the both of you and the reporter. "That's all the questions he'll be answering today." Before you have time to process anything you're being led away by Kenma. You were blindsided by the question so you didn't protest when Kenma shoved the both of you into a room and informed you that Kakucho would be standing outside.

"Darling? Is this what you wanted to talk about?" Sakusa questions as soon as he gathers his bearings. You let out a sigh before nodding. "I was hoping that it wouldn't get leaked yet, Kenma was working hard to try and keep it under wraps for a little longer. But it's true. She was arrested right before the game." You watch as his mouth opens before closing, no doubt struggling to try and form a coherent thought.

You motion for him to take a seat on the bench that was leaned up against the wall before you take a seat beside him. "Was this the good news you were talking about?" You can't help but cringe at the phrasing, although you didn't like her you didn't think it was good news that she was arrested or what had led to her arrest, but you just didn't want him to worry when you'd told him earlier.

"I only said that because I didn't want you to worry. If I'd told you it was bad news you would have been thinking about it the whole time and you'd have been distracted from the game. Or maybe you would have thought it was good news? I don't know. I was hoping we could talk about this later because we should be celebrating, but now that it's out there, let me explain everything before you say anything. Okay? I just want you to see things from my point of view and I hope you won't be upset with me." You watch as his eyes scan your face before he nods, agreeing to let you speak while he listens.

You stand up from where you're sitting, the anxious energy too much for you to handle sitting down. "You know how we were at the cat café today?" You turn to look at him as you pace back and forth in front of him. He hums in acknowledgment, eyes watching your form as you walk from one end of the room to the other. "So Ran was helping Kenma because the cats wouldn't leave him alone, it's a long story...anyway while the two of them were dealing with that situation, I went to get more dessert because Kimi and I were craving these strawberry chocolate cupcakes, she was only a few steps behind me and when I turned around to check on her she was gone." You watch as his eyes widen at the information, no doubt worried about what you were going to say next.

"We looked everywhere for her, no one in the café knew where she was. And then Ran found her bunny...you know the one Tsum gave her...out back in the alley way." You hear a gasp escape his lips causing you to stop your pacing to look at him. You could tell he wanted to ask questions but he'd promised to let you finish before he did, so he was trying to honor that.

"I was panicking, like on the verge of a literal breakdown, absolutely hysterical. My first instinct was to call you and tell you because Kimi is your daughter and you need to know what happened. But I was so concerned with not wanting you to miss out on the finals, I know how hard you'd worked alongside the team to get here so I didn't want to jeopardize that..." You can tell he's trying his best not to interrupt you but there's only so much he can take. He gets up from his place on the bench and makes his way towards you. Placing his hands on your waist he does his best to try and comfort you, thumbs rubbing at your sides.

"In the end I decided not to tell you. Ran and his friends were the ones who were able to track Kimi down...and it turns out she was staying at our hotel. I'm sure it was her way of taunting us, making us think that she took Kimi somewhere far so that we'd panic, but baby, as soon as I found out, I didn't waste a second, I went right to her. I know I should probably say that I'm not proud of what I did next, but then I'd be lying." You look up into his eyes and you can't help but smirk, remembering the look on her face at what happened next.

"She hired some muscle and that's all they were good for honestly, they were dumb as hell. I knocked on the door and practically let myself in, they were so slow to react. But anyway, I found our baby and she was fine, she was scared, but she was fine." You say, hands coming up to rub his shoulders already seeing how worried he is at what you could say next.

"I found her with that snake. She was trying to use our baby as a shield so that I wouldn't try anything. But she wasn't counting on how smart our baby is. Remember how I called you on the first day of pre-school?" You question as you bring your hands up to either side of his face so that he could look at you. You notice the way he tries to hide the smirk that is desperately trying to appear on his face. "I think I know where this is going..."

You let out a chuckle before nodding. "I told her to do her best. And baby, you should have seen her! She chomped down on her hand so hard that it caught that snake off guard which caused her to shove her towards me and she was screaming at her guys to get us but like I said, they're dumb as hell, but they also have a conscience? So they didn't listen to her. Once Ran and Kenma caught up and I knew Kimi was safe...let's just say I went crazy?"

He lets out a chuckle before nodding for you to continue. "I made sure Kimi couldn't hear or see anything...obviously, before I took matters into my own hands. The scratch on my face isn't from a cat, it was from her. I'm sorry for lying, I just didn't want to worry you. I kind of let my anger get the best of me and went crazy with all the slaps to her face that I gave but if you want me to apologize for that I won't. She deserved what she got. Her being arrested was just the icing on the cake." You feel him tug you closer to him, forehead coming to rest on your own.

You lock eyes with him, watching as they soften when he realizes you're looking back at him. "Can I speak now?" You pout before rolling your eyes. "You're asking permission now? When you interrupted me earlier?" You can't help but tease which causes him to let out another chuckle before apologizing.

"I'm not pleased that I was kept out of the loop over something as serious as this. You're right, she is my daughter and I should know what's going on with her at all times. You're also right that I would have left to help look for her, leaving my team without any time to prepare for my absence. I would have let them down if that happened. But Darling, there's no one else on this Earth that I trust more with Kimi than you, she's your daughter as much as she is mine, so I trust your judgment. You took everything into account before making a decision and was able to get our brat back and still have time to cheer me on. I'm sure it wasn't an easy decision to keep me out of this, so I just want you to know I'm not mad. I just wish I was there for you both."

You exhale and it comes out a little shaky, having held your breath waiting for his response. He wipes away some tears that had slid down your face, you were fully prepared to be yelled at because you know how much he cares for Kimi so you weren't expecting him to be so understanding or for him to say he trusts you to make decisions dealing with Kimi, because that's a BIG deal. He's given you permission to make decisions for his daughter. You know he's told you time and time again that he sees you as his end game but to have this kind of confirmation, it's overwhelming...in a good way. "Just, promise me, if anything like this happens again, which I hope won't, call me. Kimi will always be my top priority, but I don't want you to have to face something like this alone. Okay?" You nod, a smile slowly creeping onto your face. "I love you Omi. So much. Thank you for being so understanding."

He places his hands on either side of your face, carefully tilting your head up. "I love you too Darling. More than you know. Thank you for staying with me...with us, through all the craziness." And with that he leans in to plant a kiss onto your lips. You let him take the lead, happy to just be manhandled by him after the eventful day you'd had. Before things can get anymore heated there's a knock on the door, causing the both of you to slightly pull away, attentions turned towards the door.

"Mommy! Daddy! Are we going yet? Uncle Ken said he'll buy me all the ice cream I want tonight! After dinner of course." You can't help but chuckle before nodding. Sakusa tugging your hand to lead you out the door.

I was leaning towards having Sakusa be angry because kidnapping is serious but we're here for fluff so I decided not to.

We're almost nearing the end everyone. What did you think of this chapter? It was just a little recap of everything that happened and MCs thoughts.

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Also happy Golden release day! I know a lot of my readers are BTS fans like me lmaoooo. So hopefully this update adds to your good day!

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[brightlight-dazzlingeyes]

CELEBRITY | chapter 6

rúben dias x original female character [+18]

SYNOPSIS: The protagonist has tried everything: acting, modeling, singing. But what got her a front page cover was being seen with a Premier League player. Unfortunately, that’s currently the least of her worries. WARNINGS: mention of kevin de bruyne x oc; slightly possessive ruben; some kisses; social media post; minors dni.

sidenote: (there’s a lot of exposition in this chapter cause i haven’t thought about this story for a while, but i ended up loving how it turned out!)

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CHAPTER VI — THE HARSH REALITY

The protagonist's footsteps echo in the dimly lit hallway as she makes her way to her agent's office. She pushes open the door to find a middle-aged woman with a perpetual frown, staring at her computer screen with disinterest.

"Hey, what the fuck is going on with your life?" Her agent's voice is sharp, cutting through the silence. She doesn’t bother looking in the protagonist’s direction.

The agent's office is too small, tucked away in a nondescript building. The walls are lined with shelves filled with dusty awards and memorabilia from past successes. The room is cramped, filled with stacks of papers and the faint scent of stale coffee. 

A large desk dominates the room, a computer screen casting a soft glow. The agent herself sits behind the desk, a woman with short, dyed brown hair that hints at strands of gray. She wears her usual light pink button-up shirt, a touch of personal style in an otherwise professional setting.

The protagonist sits opposite her, on a chair that seems almost too small for the weight of their conversation. She fidgets nervously, her fingers tracing patterns on the armrests, trying to find the right words to explain the mess her life has become.

"I know, I know." She says, trying to calm her agent. "But things have been complicated lately. There's this person, they're threatening to release this video of me fighting with Kevin..."

"Kevin?" Her agent's eyebrows jump up in surprise. "De Bruyne? The same Kevin who recorded you without your consent? Why didn't you tell me about this before?"

As they talk, the agent's expression shifts from curiosity to concern. She leans forward, resting her elbows on the desk, her gaze locked on the protagonist. 

The protagonist nods, feeling a lump form in her throat. "Yes, that Kevin. I didn't tell you because... I don't know. I guess I thought I could handle it on my own."

Her agent leans back in her chair, sighing heavily. "Look, I get that you're in a tough spot, but you need to start thinking about your career.” She takes her glasses off and rubs her eyes before putting them back on. “And now you’re being spotted with his teammate? What the actual fuck? What am I even doing here?”

Her agent takes a deep breath before shoving the knife in, as she says: "We tried everything. You told me your dreams were to be famous, remember? So we tried out acting but you're mediocre at best at that. We tried modeling but you’re too short, don’t have the profile. Then… You claimed you were a singer at heart and you know what? I could see that becoming something real, something solid.” Another deep breath. “But a Wag? Baby, that’s way out of my specialty."

The protagonist knew her agent was right, but hearing it out loud stung nonetheless.

"I know, I know." She sighs, pulling out her phone. "I just... I don't know what to do anymore."

She opens her messages with Kevin, her fingers trembling slightly as she scrolls through their recent exchanges.

Kevin: Wtf That's so creepy Someone was recording us fighting 🫥 I will find out who was it Don't worry

Protagonist: Yeah is super creepy when somebody records you without your consent right????

Kevin: 🫣 At least you're wearing clothes on this one 🤭 You should have told me about this before This involves me too

Protagonist: You're such an asshole. After what you did to me, I don't owe you shit.

Kevin: Hey 👀 Do you want to come over??

Protagonist: Ewww, no. Fuck you.

Kevin: Whatever Bitch

Her agent reads the messages, her expression turning thoughtful. "Okay, we need to be proactive about this. We need to find out who this anonymous person is and stop them before they can do any more damage."

The protagonist nods, feeling a glimmer of hope. Maybe, just maybe, she can turn this around and finally achieve the fame she's always dreamed of.

“Anything else?” The agent asks.

“Nothing I can’t handle.” The protagonist speaks softly, thinking about Lily.

“For fucks sake, just tell me!” There's a sense of urgency in her voice.

"A former friend is now my roommate, but I’ll handle this one, I’m serious." Her voice is tinged with a hint of defiance, a determination to assert control over her tumultuous life.

The mention of Lily, the new roommate, brings a moment of tension to the room. The protagonist's hesitation is palpable, a mix of fear and determination. She knows that having Lily around will only complicate things further, but she's resolved to face the challenge head-on.

"Also… About Rúben. I really like him." The words hang in the air, heavy with unspoken implications. The agent's reaction is immediate, a flicker of annoyance crossing her features.

"At least this one is single." Her tone is sharp, a subtle warning against getting too involved in yet another complicated relationship.

The agent looks like she’s at her last nerve, her patience wearing thin. She leans forward, her eyes locking onto the protagonist's.

“So here’s what I’m going to ask from you: First, you’re going to be honest with me from now on. I can’t keep finding out shit about you through the Daily Mail. Second, I wasn’t going to say anything yet but there’s big talk in the record company about finally getting your album done. So please don’t get yourself in a media circus before that, okay?”

Rúben lounges on the couch, his long limbs stretching out as if to claim more space. His body language is relaxed yet inviting. The long hours of playing had left him tired, but he made sure to make time for the protagonist. She can’t help but notice the way his shirt rides up slightly, revealing a tantalizing sliver of skin. She quickly averts her gaze, focusing on his words instead.

"So... you talked to Kev." His tone is casual, but there is an underlying confidence in his voice. "He told me." Rúben's words hang in the air, a reminder that Kevin's actions were now under Rúben's watchful eye. He wanted her to feel comfortable, to know that Kevin would only speak to her when Rúben allowed it, from now on.

The protagonist notices Rúben's slight wince as he shifts on the couch, a sign of discomfort that doesn't escape her watchful eyes. Concern creeps into her expression, her big doll-like eyes fixed on him.

"Don't look at me like that." Rúben says, his voice a mix of amusement and plea.

"Like what?" She asks innocently, tilting her head slightly.

"Like you want to give me a massage." Rúben replies, his laughter fills the room. But beneath the joke, there is hope. An invitation.

Her heart skips a beat, a flush creeping up her cheeks. She hesitates for a moment, unsure if she should take the bait. But the allure of his request was too strong to resist.

She moves closer to him, her hands finding their way to his shoulders, where she begins to knead gently, her touch firm yet tender. As soon as she lays her hands on his body, an electric charge seems to buzz between them.

Rúben's reaction is immediate; she can see the goosebumps rise on his skin, mirroring her own. The realization that he felt it too takes her breath away.

Their playful banter had shifted into something more intimate; their eyes meet, and in the moment, words become superfluous. Their undeniable attraction draws them closer, like two magnets irresistibly pulled together.

Without a word, he turns to face her, his eyes dark with longing. She leans in and their lips meet in a fierce, passionate kiss. 

Time stands still as they lose themselves in each other, the world outside fading into insignificance.

They allow themselves to be consumed by their raw, primal desire.

Their lips part only briefly before meeting again in a hungry, fervent kiss. Their bodies move closer, seeking more of each other's touch.

She runs her fingers through his hair, feeling the softness of it, the tension melting away with each caress. His hands roam over her back, pulling her closer, their bodies fitting together as if they were made for each other.

Their kisses grew more urgent, more desperate, fueled by a passion that had been simmering between them for far too long. Their hearts pounding in sync with the rhythm of their desire.

Eventually, they pull apart, both breathless and flushed, their eyes locked in a shared moment of understanding.

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[entropicquilibriumofchaos]

Fourth Annual Cauldron Lake Ice Hockey Tournament

In the thrilling conclusion to the Fourth Annual Cauldron Lake Ice Hockey Tournament, (sponsored by Coffee World and the Bright Falls Council for Outdoor Recreation), the Oh Deer Diner Deer, led by team captain Rose "the Brute" Marigold, face the reigning champions, the Kalevala Knights, led by team captain Ilmo "the Grinder" Koskela. Which team will rise to the occasion and which will sink beneath the black water of Cauldron Lake?

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“Alright team!” Ilmo shouted over the rumble of idle chatter. 

All of the heads turned to him as he stood in the doorway of the heating tent. His stance commanded attention; legs spread to keep his balance on the skates on his feet and his arm out to the side, holding an old hockey stick that looked like it had seen better days. He had a look of steely confidence that seemed at home on his features. 

“Last game of the night, last game of the tournament,” he started, walking into the tent to conserve heat. “It's us versus the Oh Deer Diner Deer once again.”

A quiet murmur filled the tent as the team made their comments about their rivals. Ilmo put a hand up, silencing them effectively.

“You may have heard that Bright Falls has a goalie that has been dominating this year. The rumors are true, the new Sheriff, Tim Breaker, is helping out the Deer this year. And yes, he played semi-professional hockey. But, he’s got nothing on Jaakko.”

A few cheers sounded and Jaakko was shoved from side to side in his goalie gear. A small smile appeared on his face as he pushed his teammates back playfully.

“Okay starting line up time:” Ilmo announced, and all the heads popped up. “Jones, ya ready?”

A middle-aged man with grizzled features nodded sharply.

“Good, ‘cause you’re going!” Ilmo shouted, and the team gave a grunt. “Charlie, ya ready?”

Among the older denizens of Watery, a teenaged boy popped his head up. The black and yellow hockey gear he sported seemed to almost drowned him. Nonetheless he raised a fist, “Down with the Deer!”

The team cheered in agreement.

“Good, ‘cause you’re going!” Ilmo repeated. “WIlliams, ya ready?”

Another player grunted, leading the team in cheers. 

“Good, ‘cause you’re going!” he said, before locking eyes with his brother. The two of them stared each other down with fire in their eyes before Ilmo spoke up. “Jaakko, ya ready?”

“You know it, brother,” he replied, “Let’s kick some Bright Falls ass, boys.”

Ilmo belted out one last “Good, ‘cause you’re going!” and the tent erupted into shouts as the team stood up and donned the rest of their gear. 

Meeting in the middle of the tent, over the propane heater, all of the team members put their hands in a circle. 

“Knights on three,” Ilmo instructed, “Yksi, kaksi, kolme:”

The team shouted, “Knights!” in unison before filing out of the tent.

Ilmo made his way to the back of the tent to his brother, who was buckling his mask to his helmet. Jaakko smiled at his brother and grabbed the back of his head and brought their helmets together with an audible clash.

“Go get ‘em, veli.” Jaakko encouraged, making Ilmo smile widely.

The brothers tottered on their skates out of the heated tent and onto the ice of Cauldron Lake. A good-sized rink had been cleared of snow and benches had been hauled out for spectators to watch. Under a tent on the opposite side of the rink, a table with chairs behind and on either side served as the penalty boxes and score-keeper’s table. Behind the table, in a heavy fur lined coat was Ahti, nursing a coffee and leaning against a shovel. Next to him was Rose Marigold, teetering back and forth on her skates. Her team was warming up on the ice as the Knights joined on the opposite side.

Jaakko broke from Ilmo and joined the rest of the team and the captain skated over to the tent. He came to an abrupt stop in front of Rose, sending a flurry of snow at her calves. She just rolled her eyes. 

Ahti just chuckled and shook his head. “Pluck your chickens elsewhere, lapset. Wouldn’t want a repeat of last year, ei?”

Last year’s tournament flashed vividly in Ilmo’s mind. His back still hurt from where Rose had body checked him hard enough to send him into the snowbank. But getting her back with a slapshot between her skates had been payback enough. However, the two didn’t speak for a month afterwards.

“The Deer are committed to sportsmanlike conduct this year, Ahti. No trouble from us.” Rose boasted, leaning against her hockey stick. 

Ilmo rolled his eyes. “Knights are known for their chivalry, you know.”

Rose scowled. “Oh shove your chivalry up your ass, Koskela,” she mocked.

Ahti laughed heartily, throwing his head back. “Ah, ten for the attempt.”

The two players shoved off of the ice towards their respective teams. It was sure to be a close game.

#this is awful but i couldn't get it out of my head #any way yeah #ilmo koskela #jaakko koskela #koskela brothers #rose marigold #tim breaker (mentioned) #ahti #ahti the janitor #Bright Falls #Watery #ice hockey #Kalevala knights #oh deer diner #no beta we die like jaakko #alan wake fanfiction #fanfic #fanfiction

[hendolish]

first night back at SGP fic for hendolish? specifically hyperclingy Jack who needs to have every second of Hendo time possible (before Jordan selfishly leaves him and goes 4k miles away again) but has to balance that with trying to be at least a bit professionally discreet in front of the new City callups at camp (it isn't effective)

jack grealish/jordan henderson | discretion ♡

The air at St. George's Park is charged with the anticipation of reunions and new beginnings. The familiar embrace of the training ground, the scent of freshly cut grass, and the echo of cleats on pavement all welcome the England squad back for another camp. Among the returning faces is Jack, a burst of energy clad in his crisp training kit, his long hair pushed back with a headband.

As Jack steps onto the field, his eyes quickly scan the surroundings. His excitement intensifies as he spots Jordan, a reassuring presence in the midst of the bustling activity. They haven't seen each other in what feels like an eternity, and Jack can't wait to close the distance.

"Oi, Skipper!" Jack calls, flashing a wide grin as he approaches. Jordan turns toward the voice, a matching smile breaking across his face.

"Long time, eh?" Jordan opens his arms, and Jack practically launches himself into the hug. The warmth of Jordan's embrace feels like home, a sentiment echoed in the way Jack lingers for a moment longer than necessary.

"Yeah, too long. You've been depriving me of your company," Jack teases, pulling away but keeping his hands on Jordan's shoulders. His eyes sparkle with an affectionate glint.

"Missed you too, mate," Jordan chuckles, a fondness in his gaze that doesn't go unnoticed by Jack. However, the reunion is far from private. The new callups, Cole and Rico, watch the exchange with a mix of curiosity and amusement.

"Alright, lovebirds, save it for the pitch," Cole jokes, earning a playful shove from Jack.

"Jealous, Palmer?" Jack retorts, but his attention quickly returns to Jordan. "Seriously, though, missed you. It's not the same without you."

Jordan ruffles Jack's hair, a gesture that feels more intimate than any public display of affection. "I'm here now, aren't I? And we've got work to do."

As training kicks off, Jack hovers close to Jordan, his 'clingy' behaviour on full display. He keeps shooting subtle glances and sharing knowing smiles, earning a few raised eyebrows from their observant teammates.

"Jack, you're not even subtle," Rico remarks during a water break, nudging Jack with a grin.

"What can I say? Hendo's irresistible," Jack replies with a cheeky grin, not bothering to hide his infatuation.

The evening unfolds with drills, banter, and a togetherness that has come to define the England squad. Yet, amid the football fervour, Jack and Jordan find moments to steal glances, sharing a secret language that speaks of more than just teammates.

As the day winds down, Jack and Jordan walk off the pitch together, their steps synchronised. The bond between them is palpable, a connection that transcends the pitch and echoes the unspoken promise of more moments like this.

"Back to Saudi soon, huh?" Jack sighs, his earlier exuberance tempered by the looming separation as he climbs into bed beside Jordan.

"Yeah... duty calls. But we'll make the most of the time we have, won't we?" Jordan replies, squeezing Jack's shoulder before pulling him in for a kiss, allowing it to linger. The bittersweet truth hangs in the air—time is a precious commodity.

And as time inevitably passes, Jack clings to the fleeting moments, his laughter mingling with the echoes of the training ground. In the dance between professionalism and personal connection, Jack and Jordan find their rhythm, creating a symphony of shared glances, banter, and unspoken promises under the floodlights of St. George's Park.

♡

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[kanershuffle]

What are your top favorite sharpy-kane moments?

OMG this is going to be so hard! Sharpy talks about Kaner all the time!

He’s one of the most important people in Kaner’s life

“He's my friend, he's my teammate, I love the guy and I'm going to be behind him no matter what happens”—Sharpy

Just two sexy best friends (x)

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Little Peekaboo 🥺💗 (x)

I’m a goner anytime Sharpy refers to Kaner by a nickname, and this happens to be my most favorite recent moment:

“What’s up, baby...Alright, baby, have fun.” 😳😳😳 had me WEAK 

Also Kaner says ‘Sharpy!’ so cutely (x) Video

That’s a very romantic celebration, they were really feeling it 👀 (x) 

Being cute together (x)

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Kaner calls him big brother 😢 (x)

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How would you describe your relationship? (x)

Kaner: I’ve always felt like Sharpie has been a big brother to me, especially coming in as such a young kid [like I did]. He’s a guy who’s always messing around and having a good time, and one thing people probably don’t know is how serious he is about the game. When you see someone like that who has as much expertise as he has taking it so seriously, it makes you want get better as a player, too. Sharpy: Strictly professional. [Laughs] The same thing Kaner says—I treat him as a little brother. It doesn’t matter if we’re on a 10-game winning streak or a losing streak, coming to the rink I’m always having fun with Kaner, joking around, talking about things we’ve seen in the league or around Chicago. He’s a guy who likes to have a good time, but he’s really dedicated to the sport, and he doesn’t get enough credit for that. I consider him one of my better friends, and I’m glad I can play with him.

Sharpy thinks Kaner is real pretty 💁🏻‍♂️✨:

“Of course, one aspect of your off-ice persona involves your looks. Every year it seems you are voted one of the sexiest or most handsome athletes on the planet. Surely you hear about that in the locker room.

Sharpy: All the time. I take a lot of heat about that. Particularly from Patrick Kane. But, you notice that the two of us recently did a magazine cover together, and he looked real pretty, I thought. So what does he say now? Kaner doesn’t let a lot go by when he has a chance to jab me. He’ll take whatever he can get. But I really like Kaner. People don’t see the side of him that we see. He really cares, and he’s more serious than he comes off.” (x)

Yes, same, Sharpy!! (x) Love it when he goes soft on Kaner 🥺

Obviously it would be a crime not to include this legendary recording of Kaner by Sharpy! I love how he zooms in on Kaner’s dimples 😊 

Also, Sharpy chirping Kaner after he messes up and says: “Gatorade after a big win. Go home, four points on the trip.” And then he corrects himself, “three points, three points.”

Sharpy be like, lmao

“You meant four points for you, right, Kaner? And not for the team? You got two goals, two assists, that’s what’s most important about this trip.” (x)

Protecting Kaner’s virtue (x) Video

Only Sharpy is allowed to annoy Kaner (x):

Also, I really love that Sharpy assisted Kaner’s 1st, 100th, 200th goal! Soulmate behaviour!

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During Kaner’s 200th goal (x)

Kaner gave Sharpy his ‘A’ during Sharpy’s final home game as a Blackhawk, and Sharpy got a lil teary eyed talking about it to the press (x)

Just a bunch of school boys (x)

Sharpy trying to lift Kaner up with Stanley Cup but just ends up coping a feel lol. The best part about this moment is that it was all Jonny’s idea, he shoved Sharpy towards Kaner 😈 (x)

Also, Kaner’s relationship with Sharpy’s fam! 

I know my daughter likes all the bobbleheads. I’ve collected them all since 2005. She plays with them all and calls them “Daddy’s hockey friends.” There’s about 10 Kane and Toews bobbleheads, different ones. There’s a couple Sharps. There’s a lot of Hossas, there’s a Coach Q in there, Savvy [Denis Savard], all the old guys. So it’s pretty special to have those bobbleheads I guess. patrick sharp (via toewscrosby)

Does Maddy recognize daddy’s hockey friends from the bobbleheads? Sharpy: She knows Kaner. Just because we probably have about twelve Kane bobbleheads in the house. (x)

“I remember reading somewhere that Kaner is Madlyn Sharp’s godfather (but I can’t find a direct link atm)” via latkamaila. This post

Along the line of the last question, knowing who has the hands to score around here, who do you trust to hold your baby or not hold your baby?: Sharpy: “Little man Kane with his baby soft hands can hold her anytime he wants.” (x) 

#WrongPatrickMom Sharpy’s mom wearing 88 to game 1 against Detroit back in 2013 LMAO (x)

Kaner: “She looked good in the jersey, I thought” 😏 (x)

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Finally, I love Sharp constantly teasing and bringing up Kaner not passing to him during the 2010 game 7 final against the Flyers, and Kaner always making fun of him for always bringing it up

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#I apologise for taking so long #I had finals and I totally forgot #this was very fun to compile #there was so much I had forgotten about so it was great to revisit #I'm sure there's a lot I've missed #but what can you do #they have too many cute moments together 🥺💗💗 #I love them so much #patrick kane #patrick sharp #patrick squared #answered #anonymous #p;

[kaigarax]

A Blue Hand Towel

Komori Motoya x Reader

Quote: “Fall in love with the kind words of another.”

Komori falls in love like the blossoming of a flower. It peaks its little head out from the side, curious and unprepared. Unsure of the outside world but something that can only thrive if given the right conditions.

---

“What do you think about this shirt?”

“Eh, are you sure that’s the one you wanna get?”

“What’s wrong with it!”

“Well, don’t you think the saying is kinda weird?”

Komori let out a sigh as he listened to his teammates ramble on. This was definitely not how he had planned on spending his morning today. He had been hoping to get a few extra ball touches before the game he played today which was looking to become nothin at the rate his teammates moved at.

Itachiyama’s game had been set later in the day and instead of waiting to come to the gym like Komori’s cousin, Sakusa, Komori had agreed to head there early with a few of his teammates for some extra practice.

Of course, an errand here and an errand there had turned into Komori following around his teammates blindly as the hours quickly ran down.

Practice gyms were shoved away in the corners of the massive stadium and were particularly hard to find, especially as more and more teams made their way into the stadium. Komori, being the ever polite and nice teammate, only sat back in agony as he awaited his teammates to finally finish up with whatever strange mishap they currently happened to be endeavoring on.

At least he got to explore the stadium.

The sound of the volleyball against the floor was always enough to get Komori’s blood pumping. There was always a sort of excitement that bubbled up in him at the thought of playing volleyball. His fingers would twitch ever so slightly and his senses were heightened to the max.

“Are the two of you ready to head to an open gym?” Komori asked as his teammates came back with a freshly bagged shirt.

The teammate on the left smiled sheepishly, “well, I was hoping to go and see my cousin play. Her team is pretty good and she’s been bothering me to come and watch her.”

Komori sighed.

“I promise it’ll only take a moment! Her team started the second set about,” the teammate looked down to his phone, “about twenty minutes ago.”

“Sure.”

“Alright!” Komori’s teammate cheered, “her team should be playing-”

Itachiyama’s libero could only feign a smile as he followed after his excited teammate. It looked like he wasn’t going to get any extra ball touches before the game would begin. Next time he would have to listen to Sakusa, regardless of how introverted it sounded.

The stadium was crowded and there was barely enough space for someone to squeeze through.

Komori and his teammates had walked singlefile into the stands and to an empty space where they could see the ongoing game.

Komori and his teammates watched from the upper seats. The familiar smell of icy hot and blowing of ref whistles filled Komori’s senses. The bright lights shining onto the court called the attention of any and every onlooker. The crowd of the teams seemed so much more deafening in the stands than they did on court.

The score between the two teams read 18 to 22.

“Oh! There’s my cousin!” Exclaimed Komori’s teammate, pointing to a small girl with pigtail as she stepped up to serve.

“Do you think she’ll be able to get four serves in a row?”

“Hopefully.”

“Hopefully? Don’t you have any belief in your cousin?”

“I mean I do… it’s just that-”

The blowing of the ref’s whistle cut off the conversation between Komori’s two teammates. The pigtailed girl seemed startled, tossing the ball up suddenly and just barely hitting the ball. It soared through the air and just barely over the net.

Komori thought it was such a shame that the ball just barely went out.

But it was a normal part of the game. Even professionals missed serves in crucial moments. Everyone messed up when they were nervous, it was a normal part of life. But to that girl, it likely felt like the end of the world. It always felt like the end of the world when you let your teammates down.

“Hey, don’t worry about it, Haruka!” A loud voice rang clear through the crowd, catching Komori’s attention immediately, “if you keep focusing on the serve then you’ll mess up the upcoming pass.”

It, embarrassingly, took Komori a moment (or two) to finally recognize you. Your features weren’t the most memorable and you hadn’t had much interaction with Komori during the training camp either. It was the calm determination that Komori hadn’t seen in anyone else that helped him finally figure out who you were.

(L/n) (Y/n), a girl who had come out of nowhere and quickly rose in the rankings of the top five aces in the high school division. You had gone from a bencher in your first year to an Ace getting scouted by Youth Japan. Quite impressive if you asked Komori.

“(Y/n)-” the pigtailed girl began.

You gave her a smile, “get the next serve, okay?”

“All- alright.”

When the whistle blew again you were quick to get into position. You took a step up, receiving the ball with your hands.

You made sure to cushion the ball and release it into the air gently. You gave it a nice and high arch and put it in just the right place for your setter.

You smiled to yourself as you got ready to approach.

“She’s pretty good,” said one of Komori’s teammates.

“Yeah, that’s (L/n)-san. Haruka said she’s really nice. She’s around Komori’s age.”

“Did you get to meet her during the Youth Japan thing, Komori?”

“We all introduced ourselves at the training camp but I didn’t exactly have a full on conversation with her. So unless you count limited introductions then I guess you could say I haven’t actually met her.” answered Komori.

“That’s a shame.”

Komori’s other teammate dusted his jacket off and made a face, “do you think she’d go for a guy like me?”

“As if!”

“What do you mean as if! I’m nice and-”

Your teammates were quick to scramble as the opponent sent the ball flying over the net. Whoever had received the ball hadn’t been all too successful and sent it flying towards the wall. You were quick to react though, just barely managing to get the ball in the middle of the court.

“I didn’t know she put so much effort into passing.” said Komori. His teammates turned to look at him, ceasing their conversation. Komori continued, “most players that specialize in hitting don’t care too much about passing. I mean, they pass sufficiently but I don’t think I’ve ever seen one put so much concentration and effort into such a simple pass.”

Loud cheers ended up muffling most of what Komori had said to his teammates as your team scored another point.

“What?” asked one of his teammates.

You thanked the line’s keeper as they handed you the ball with a smile before walking towards the endline. Komori could’ve sworn, for just the briefest of moments that your eyes met with his own right before the whistle blew.

“What was that you were saying, Komori?”

Komori flushed, hoping his teammates didn’t notice, “nothing important.”

Komori’s teammates shared a look of confusion before shrugging, “alright.”

---

Komori had gotten exactly twenty two minutes of practice before it was time for him and his teammates to head to the court and warm up.

At least he had gotten to warm up a little bit. And to think, he could have stayed home and gotten an extra half hour of sleep. Well, in the midst of a game wasn’t exactly the right time to be thinking about extra sleep.

Soon enough he would be back on court. Now wasn’t the time to be getting distracted.

He wondered if you had ended up winning the third set. Komori had been so caught up in the game that he might have stayed the entire time if it hadn’t been for his teammates dragging him out of the gym for those few extra minutes of warm up. Komori had supposed it was for the better.

You were a good player. Much more of a smarter hitter than a powerful one. You hit the ball from different angles which would send it in different directions at the last moment surprising the defense. Komori thought you were particularly good at squaring up to the hitter. Lining yourself in between blocks and directly into the path of the hitters.

What caught Komori’s attention the most was how you seemed to notice all the little things. You always seemed to keep the conditions of your teammates in mind as well as that of your opponents. You aimed for the more tired and frustrated players and signaled to your teammates where they should be serving next.

He wasn’t sure if he was relieved or disappointed that he would never get to play against you in an official match.

“Hey, are you gonna go and shake hands with the other team, Komori?” Asked the coach.

Komori flushed. He hadn’t even noticed that the game had already finished. There were only three points needed to win the set but Komori hadn’t realised how quickly the time had passed. The libero was quick to follow his teammates and towards the crowd.

Itachiyama’s managers were quick to gather the water bottles but left the other personal belongings to the athletes to clean up. Sakusa was quick to gather his own belongings while Komori took his time. His things had been scattered and he was currently having trouble finding his towel. He supposed he could always just get another one but it was his favourite towel.

There was really nothing all too special about it. And maybe having favourite things was too childish anyways.

Sakusa scoffed, as the next team ran in already taking up the bench space, muttering some incoherent words to Komori before taking off. Komori sighed. Hopefully he wouldn’t wander off too far.

“It’s Komori, right?” Asked a soft voice.

Komori’s face, which was already flushed, seemed to redden more as his eyes met your own. “Yeah.”

You held out a blue hand towel, “I’m (L/n)-”

“(Y/n).” finished Komori.

“Yeah.” you smiled sheepishly, “I didn’t think you knew my name.”

“You're, Miss. ‘I won’t miss’.” Komori teased, “I’d be surprised if anyone that attended Youth Japan didn’t know your name.”

“Ah, you heard that too!”

“I think everyone in the gym heard that bold declaration of yours.”

“That’s the last time I’ll ever get super serious in practice.”

Komori chuckled, “I thought it was endearing.”

“That’s what everyone says, until they’re the ones making a bold claim in the middle of practice right before contradicting their own claim and getting teased relentlessly.”

“Honestly, I’m surprised you know my name.” laughed Komori.

“Why wouldn’t I know your name? I thought you were really good during the training camp so I made the effort to learn your name.”

“Oh.”

You smiled, “so, I suppose this is yours.”

Komori took the towel, staring at it for a moment before bringing it towards his face. He hoped you couldn’t see the flush that had been building on his own.

You were really different from how he thought you would have been. Of course, first impressions were always hard to base people off of but Komori would have never thought you would have been so… normal.

Obviously you were human but you had just always seemed so out of reach to Komori. You were the kind of person that soared into the attention of others while Komori stayed rooted to the ground and in the background.

The journal articles about you, that Komori definitely didn’t read, had depicted you as this cold and intelligent player. Someone willing to do anything to get the win. Here, you were a girl who seemed to stumble over her own words. Someone who tripped over their own feet and got embarrassed over stupid things you said.

You were so much warmer than Komori would have thought.

Eventually, the libero asked, “where’d you find it?”

“Oh,” you flushed, “I hope I don’t sound like a stalker or anything but I saw it fall out of your bag when you and your teammates left. So I thought I would return it to you.”

Komori eyed you curiously before smiling, “what would you have done if it wasn’t mine?”

“I suppose I would have been embarrassed. Maybe a little annoyed that I wasted my time but I was pretty certain that it was yours.”

“What makes you say that?”

“Well, apart from the fact that it has your initials on it, I remembered it being the same one you used during the training camp.”

“You notice the towels people use?”

“Sorry! Is it weird? I know my teammates sometimes tease me about it but I can’t help it. It’s always weird little things that other people do that I notice.” you rambled on, “I mean I try my best not to be creepy about it but-”

“It’s cute.”

“Pardon?”

Komori flushed once again, “I mean, it’s cute that you notice little things like that. Most people tend to overlook the little things. It’s definitely not weird! Or at least I don’t think it’s weird or anything.”

“Oh, thanks!”

“So, um,” Komori rubbed the back of his neck, “we should probably start heading back. The next game is starting soon.”

“Do you need help carrying anything?” You asked, tilting your head to the side in a cute manner.

“Don’t worry about it! It’s just a bag with a few other odds and ends.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure I’m strong enough to carry this load.”

“True,” your eyes lit up, “most second years tend to be a little lankier than their third year counterparts, but you’re definitely in shape.”

“So basically you’re saying that you think I’m attractive?”

Komori wasn’t quite sure how the words began but he knew that there was no taking back what he said now. Girls weren’t usually interested in the libero and tended to overlook him for his cousin. Speaking to you was almost akin to exploring uncharted territory. One wrong move and he would end up somewhere horrible.

He hoped he hadn’t said anything to offend you.

To his surprise you seemed rather unbothered as you replied, “you have symmetrical features and broad shoulders. Your smile is warm and you have nice eyes. I think you’re very attractive.” it was as if a realization suddenly hit you before you finally flushed, “oh? Am I being too forward? Am I making you uncomfortable?”

Komori smiled, following you out of the gym, “if anything, you might be pumping my tire a smidge too much.”

Fall in love with the kind words of another.

#haikyuu #haikyu x reader #komori motoya x reader #100 ways to fall in love

[mari-writes]

Kiyoomi, who at first considers Atsumu his most frustrating and annoying teammate when he joins MSBY…  gradually (and begrudgingly) realizing that he’s become attached. 

Attached to the point of being relieved when he and Atsumu end up on the same team for the 2022 special match.

He knows he can play with anyone—he’s a professional, after all—and he enjoys working with different players and trying out their styles.

He’s actually looking forward to hitting Oikawa’s sets. Seeing more of Kageyama's sets. Going up against his friend Ushijima.

But as much as he hates to admit it, there is nothing that compares to playing with Atsumu.

He calls Komori in a panic when he realizes this because, well, isn’t it unhealthy? Should he really be latched on this tight?

“It’s normal to get comfortable with someone you’ve played with for a while,” Komori says, and for a while Kiyoomi relaxes. 

His cousin is right. He’s just used to Atsumu’s setting, and he likes routine. Predictability.

It’s not until he talks to Bokuto that he starts to worry again.

“I totally get that!” Bokuto nods furiously, crumbs of his half-eaten sandwich flying from his mouth. Kiyoomi frowns, leaning back a bit in his seat.

“I felt the exact same way when I left Fukurodani. I only wanted Akaashi’s sets! Nothing else felt right for a while. I didn’t want us to be separated.”

Kiyoomi narrows his eyes. “But wasn’t that also because, you know, you guys had just started dating then?”

Bokuto hums, and adopts a pensive look. “Oh. Yeah, I guess you’re right...”

For a few days, Kiyoomi is awash in confusion. He watches Atsumu closely as Kuroo, Iwaizumi and the coaches bring their makeshift teams together.

Bokuto’s comparison to him and Akaashi are swirling around in his mind. Is his attachment to Atsumu more than just familiarity? Do his feelings for the other man go past teammates? Why has it taken him so long to even consider…?

“Omi-Omi?” Atsumu pops into his line of sight. He waves. “You okay in there?” The man’s got a cocky smile on his face, though his eyes look a bit dull. Kiyoomi knows it’s been annoying for him to loose his position as starting setter, even for just one promotional match.

“I’m fine.” He shrugs. “You?” 

Atsumu shrugs, too. “Of course.” They stand there for a while, side-by-side, watching all the other players frolic across the court. It’s pretty damn chaotic. “All these monsters in one place. It’s scary.”

Kiyoomi snorts. “You’re part of that generation, you know.” Atsumu shoves him slightly. His arms is warm and slightly damp from sweat, but for some reason Kiyoomi doesn't mind.

“Yeah, well, it’ll be nice to get back to normal after all this. You know, just us. The Jackals. I love all these guys, but… it’s almost too much.”

“Oh, yeah. Definitely.” They lock eyes for a moment, and the tension in Kiyoomi’s shoulders melts at the sight of familiar chocolate brown. 

When had his teammate’s eyes become so comforting?

Whatever. He’ll figure it out later. They have practice, and a match to win in a few days. 

With him and Atsumu on the same side of the court, he’s almost certain they’ll prevail.

// I just love the idea of skats getting super attached by the time of the special match. They’ve played together for so long! And while they can work well with others, they prefer playing together. Hope you enjoyed this! If you did, please comment and share!

#sakuatsu #sakusa kiyoomi #miya atsumu #msby black jackal #haikyuu special chapter #haikyuu! #my writing #drabble #fanfiction

[thepavementsings]

you think pierre will be forgotten about next year?

This has been sitting in my inbox for a HOT minute, I think based on some tags I may have made a few weeks ago? And now that i'm done finals I'm finally answering it lol what a treat for me.

I think the thing about Pierre is that in the larger fandom, he's already served his big narrative purpose™. The whole narrative arc of getting beat down and shoved away by Red Bull, and pushing through that? Persevering despite everyone telling him "you're as good as done"? Becoming lost in all of the personal and professional tragedy of 2019 and then finding himself again? Becoming a fantastic teammate and someone trusted to lead and then finally finally breaking out of the mold that has shaped him for so long? He's had his little hero's journey already.

Even this year, I think so much of him got... maybe flattened out is not the right word. But I think there was something genuinely SO interesting about the way Pierre rubbed up against everything this past season that was TOTALLY missed under the media-pushed Yukierre and shit car of it all. IMO it was HARD to dig into the meat of it when so much of it was presented like, candy coated rotten apples lol. Especially if you aren't like... in it like the Pierries are. A lot of it got missed (like that 5-10 minutes before people realized what was actually happening in Japan was a perfect microcosm for this season w Pierre LOL but but let's not get into that). I also just think how Pierre was this year hit less of the broad strokes big dynamic and character interests of the fandom than he did in 2020/2021 maybe!

So I think the popularity of him as a character continues to go down at Alpine too, yeah. Because the new story is about chipping away at a new thing. It's not as sexy for him alone: people who don't care about Pierre's story and only care about the narrative will watch for it to blow up with Esteban and thats about it. So much of I think the actual compelling stuff for him happens behind the scenes now, in these next few months before the season starts. It'll be about someone who is so strict and used to routine and one structure and has pre-existing expectations for a lot of usually goes on around him being thrust into a completely new environment and having to figure out how to swim after so long. It's the "Red Bull is the longest relationship I've ever had", and now what? Have you really learned have you really grown etc etc? But so much of that we wont be able to see!!

He's never really been main character compelling to people, which I get. Cause I think his typecast is harder to get into or even figure than the Maxes Or Charleses or Daniels of it all for example. He's often a useful secondary character to a slash or a gen pairing but a hard primary!! God gives his hardest tests etc etc.

The question is really what is the next big arc? And I dont know if there is one thats super clear. Which is fine for me because unfortunately I like it better when less people talk about the people I like because they dont know the lore! or whatever lol you know what I mean. But anyways I think he's just filled his narrative purpose in wider fandom. I am ok with him being put back on the proverbial doll shelf for now though!

#to be like: oh yes your fav is not as compelling to everyone else as you think he is. is hard but true! #unfortunately I CAN admit that I am like. not a good member of fandom #but there are for example ships or characters that i used to like that i see other people do things with #and it can completely ruin an entire facet of fandom for me and it does take me a minute to like. check myself #and like claw things i enjoyed back from the edge and just. like what i like in my own little space #instead if engaging with other people's versions of it that i know i will hate. especially with the way dynamics catch on in this fandom! #if its something you dont like. you just have to like. go sit in the corner and play with your dolls on your own for a bit lol #like recently ive noticed this happening SO much more #especially w the pierre of it all #maybe part of the reason I cant open a single kink meme that isnt piarles that i can almost tell who wrote them but the summary lol #if i see something is pierre pov immediately click out lol thats my toxic reader trait #im like: dont talk about him lol #which these tags have nothing to do w your question but are also just my feelings overall on it lol #anyways sorry anon if this is not what you thought u were getting! #asks #anon

[kirisaki-daichi-scenarios]

best friends forever | yandere!nash gold jr x jason silver

They say Jason’s body was gifted to him by God. If that’s the case, then count Nash a deity. He was the one who honed it.

It was his keen eye that analysed Jason’s movement patterns, who provided tailored workout plans and advice, who knew when something was off before Jason even did - the reason that he’s never suffered a serious injury while he’s been a part of Jabberwock. It was Nash who kept him in order. Kept him improving.

Nash knows Jason’s body better than he knows his own, and they haven’t even fucked.

Maybe that’s where all this began, that concentration. It’s like basketball. When Nash takes something seriously, he gets tunnel vision. With basketball, he picked up boxing, swimming, all to keep toning himself up. He quit foods he’d loved since he was a child to maintain that peak fitness. People said his willpower was just that strong, but, really, willpower had never had a role to play in it. The more he practiced on the court, the more food lost its taste. There was just basketball and whatever it took to excel in it.

And then the generic need for basketball started to shift. It developed into a need to create a street ball team above all others, and that in turn became a need to create a player that would outshine everyone else - everyone else but Nash.

The first time he met Jason, it was in the evening, at a court dimly light by the McDonalds opposite it. Nash’s friends dared him to 1v1 Jason, said he was a real monster. They were right. A real monster. Of course, Nash won, 15-9, but the rage in Jason’s eyes as he stormed up to his opponent, a full eight inches shorter… That was a monster’s rage.

Something in Nash’s head clicked, and he couldn’t hear his companions anymore.

They’re good friends now. Even when Jason’s blood’s up and he starts getting nasty, Nash never really loses his temper with him. In his mind, he forgives the insubordination. All it ever takes is a few harsh words, a reminder of how their team works, and Jason backs off. Then they’re buddies again. Jason never apologises; he makes small jokes in place of a ‘sorry’. The no homo jokes, for example. He never understands why Nash doesn’t find them funny.

Silver and Gold, surnames made for each other. Nash and Jason, friends forever. But, are they? When you’ve known Jason as long as Nash has, you get to know that he’s a man who likes to live freely. He’ll have a pal for a few months, and then forget that guy ever existed. He goes through girls as if he thinks he’s been blessed with an eternal supply of them. The street ball team is the longest, and most serious, commitment Jason’s ever made in his life, but teams don’t last forever. Nash is starting to get bored of theirs. His teammates don’t particularly matter. They’re talented, but they’re not destined for greatness like he and Jason are.

Let Jabberwock break up eventually, Nash thinks. He’s already got plans for the next stage of their basketball career. Whether he’ll go professional or not, he’s still undecided, but Jason will - even if he doesn’t want to - and it’ll be Nash who’s pulling his strings, who makes sure he stays at the top. Jason’s ability to handle the pressure at that level is another problem. Yet Nash almost hopes he won’t.

Because then he’ll become even more dependent on his blond-haired ‘friend’.

Nash keeps his mouth shut about his real feelings. He can imagine what Jason’s reply if he were honest about it; at very best, the response would be a shove, and a “what the actual fuck, dude.” It’s a shame, but would he be the Jason Nash knows if the response was any different?

Besides, even on the days where it looks as if Jason’s cottoned onto something - when he sees the bitterness, the burning in Nash’s eyes and realises that there’s something more going on in his captain’s head than a competitive streak - he never does anything. When Nash is like that, he doesn’t even confront him. He catches himself before he can say anything, as Nash feels a cold approval run through his veins.

Whether he suspects anything, whether he doesn’t, Nash doesn’t give a shit.

After all, Jason has nowhere to go - if it’s not with him.

Nash will make sure of that.

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for anon who requested "Idk if u do yandere cuz i couldnt find ur rules but if u do could u do yandere nash/jason hcs?". it occurred to me, about half way through writing this, that you might be using '/' to mean 'or', not the character x character reading. and then i realised you hadn’t wanted a scenario either. but the premise of this was simply too much fun to stop. sorry and feel free to request again if this isn't what you wanted :) 

related to this scenario:

jabberwock team interaction hcs and panel analysis can be found here

rules can be found here (just add /rules to my url) (yandere is always welcome).

gory/yandere-ish nash x reader here

nash x "glucose guardian" here

#yandere!nash would love hanamiya #hell nash himself would love hanamiya #nash x hanamiya when #for the nth time fujimaki give us a kiridai ova please #pretty please :) #a kiridai meet jabberwock ova would be a lot of fun #nash gold jr #jason silver #nash gold jr x jason silver #nash x jason #yandere #yandere!knb #knb #kuroko no basuke #the basketball which kuroko plays #jabberwock #kirisaki daichi scenarios #fanfiction #character x character

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PLAYER SPOTLIGHT: KEIKO AKIYAMA

age: 19 | 6′1″ | 190 | position: centre / winger | #9 | alekov valiant

from the CSHL’s official site:

“Keiko Akiyama is a special kind of player that is only seen once in a lifetime. He generates points and scoring chances for his teammates at rate that has never been recorded since before the Conversion. He is currently the youngest CSHL player to score 100 individual points in a season, a feat that ended up winning him the Louis Stinton trophy for being the league’s leading scorer that season (won: Y2138-39 season, with 58 goals and 42 assists). This high rate of point production and unmatched vision for the game are some of the reasons why he is the most recent player to be drafted with “exceptional status”, being drafted into the CSHL at fifteen years old in the Y2135 CSHL Entry Draft. Akiyama’s gift for the game makes him a dangerous asset for any team....”

drabble;

“With the first overall pick of the 2135 CSHL Entry Draft....”

Keiko’s heart was starting to pound, threatening to jump out of his chest. He tried to ignore the slight shaking of his hands as the anticipation began to build up more and more. He’d known for weeks that everyone was looking at him; he knew that scouts from all over both leagues had been watching him intently during his last season in the VJHL.

It was hard to be missed when you managed to, somehow, put up over a hundred points in seventy games.

Though, if he were honest, this hadn’t been the draft floor he’d been expecting to be on. If you’d asked him a couple months ago, the CSHL hadn’t even been a thought for the boy.

The idea of going pro at fifteen hadn’t even been an option given to him; not yet, anyways. Every team at the PIHL had considered him, to some degree, if his manager were to be believed, but Keiko’s young age had always proven to make things difficult.

It was always- “wait a few more years”, “we’ll look at you again in a few years”, and “we would love to have you, but you can’t play for us until you’re older”.

There was always some sort of excuse, and Keiko had grown tired of it.

“You shouldn’t have to wait to show the world what you’re made of,” Keiko remembered the CSHL’s officials telling him. “We can make you a household name right here, right now.”

That was all he’d ever wanted to hear. And now, here he was, ready to faint at the thought that the professional career he’d always been dreaming of was going to begin and become a reality right here, right now.

Tonight was Keiko’s night.

“From the VJHL’s Belneux Junior Thunderbirds, the Alekov Valiant are proud to select Keiko Akiyama!”

Tonight was Keiko’s night, but why was he so nervous?

Keiko’s stomach dropped, and he felt ready to hurl as he got up to his feet. His dark eyes widened, darting around the stadium and the several thousand people who sat in its seats. He swallowed hard, trying his absolute best to keep from hyperventilating. He knocked out any sort of wrinkles that could be in his suit, keeping his head down as he walked up to the stage. He avoided eye contact with the several cameras being shoved in his face, trying to ignore how much more his breaths shook as he noticed more and more people trying to grab his attention.

The boy heard a chorus of chants, both cheering him on and booing him. Keiko wasn’t sure which ones to acknowledge, if any of them, as he finally stepped foot on the stage. He hesitantly took the jersey of his new team from who he’d assumed was the team’s owner, slowly slipping it over his head and reaching over to shake the man’s hand.

Keiko could’ve sworn his eyes were staring through him in that moment.

“We can’t wait to have you, Keiko,” the man told him, but his tone sent chills down Keiko’s spine. “We’ve been waiting to have an asset like you for such a long time.”

He didn’t have enough time to unpack the man’s words before he had to face the hundreds of cameras looking at him, and crack a smile that he hoped didn’t show how terrified he felt now. He knew the other could feel how nervous he was in the way that he almost seemed to be crushing Keiko’s hand during their handshake, and the way he took his time letting go.

“You’ll be the thing that changes the game for us.”

Keiko wished he’d known what he was getting into; he no longer felt like a person in that moment, and he wasn’t sure if anyone around would see him as one anymore. He felt as if he were being stared down by a pack of wolves, all ready to tear into him at once.

He knew they would eat him alive if they could.

#oc bio #oc intro #oc edit #oc moodboard #ch: keiko a. #team: alekov valiant #lots of lore in this one.... #nothing like being drafted under exceptional status and then being considered an asset to the team before being considered a person! :D

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✰ HELPING HANDS, LANDOSCAR

in which fem!reader is helping out oscar's puppy love on his teammate lando without realising the consequences

tw: landoscar is real, swear words, sex hinted, time jump 🗝 . . previous part & next part

two idiots and their saving grace

you

i see you got on very well last night. i'd appreciate a word put in for a promotion or a trip to somewhere warm with beaches, hot men, yadayada you get me

havent expected you be such a dirty man lan, but then oscari has probably ruined your dick by the looks lol

lan

girl, he destroyed me, he's made to be a lover, lemme tell you that. took me like a champ

you shallowed too?

lan every last drop, took my breath away and sucked me dry

anyways, thank you for this little one, we definitely own you a thing or two 🤍

oscari

yup 100%, believe we'd dance around each other for months if it was for you cupid.

enjoyed the video?

you wasnt bad to look at, bit shaky but oscari those hands work fast wowsa. you'll take good care of the man just don't fuck when we work, yes? then i might leave you for another team

"i bet little y/n took care of her sweet pussy, look when she saw the video and when she replied", lando giggled as he shoved down a bite of the fruit salad he shared with his lover in bed, smartphone laying on oscar's lap.

they had enjoyed soft kisses and equally soft sex under the white coversheet, taking in a memorable place in their love filled hearts — for some their thing, whatever they should name it, might be running fast but then they waited patiently for a year to realise their feelings and now there was no coming back, just straight up truth, desire and love, because this was love, pure and soft, fast yet romantic. they were two peas in a pot but they also noticed their lust for oscar's girl for everything, you.

you weren't just a woman with a hot, curvy body, no, you had the personality too, bold and headstrong, taking no fucks — neither oscar nor lando knew how they wanted you in this but to a threesome, they wouldn't say no.

"maybe but let's focus on us this month before adding sweets to the mix in any kind of form yeah?", the younger man said, hand grasping lan's to press a kiss on it.

his partner hummed in agreement, happily munching on the breakfast as they exchanged ideas for possible date ideas; paddle, golf as well as pottery, trying every local cuisine once ( we'll just leave the fish alone, right, babe?") and whatnot — typical things couples tried to depend the bond and enjoy their partners company. you'd for sure cover for them somehow to let it look like they're only teammates, having a good time being single.

and so the mclaren men went on all kinds of dates, some great, a few alright and two of them weren't very much enjoyable (the aussie rated the gold date as the most boring thing he had to do but because he liked lan alot, he'd come back whenever the older one would win above him in a race).

you were their saving grace, saving them from noisy reporters and brewing scandals with some greedy models and who not, giving them an ultimate hiding place for their blossoming romance. to add a cherry on top, you suggested more date ideas for their second and third month, putting a professional love doc to shame. where you got the ideas from was more or less a mystery to them but other couples on the grid like alex and lily, george and carmen, and kika and pierre rated your skills to heaven. it was a skill set of yours, the only thing no one got behind is, how you didn't have a partner by yourside, though no one wanted to get on your bad side and kept their mouth shut; you liked to say that your love life was dead and that's it.

"how are my birdies doing this fine morning? ready to talk some racing?", you entered the room and began to talk, lips coloured in a bright red, complimenting your all black fit and red-orange necklace, oscar had gotten you from when you both started to work at mclaren over a year ago. oscar returned to his position next to lando on the bed, leaving you to stand in front of them, cheeking your nails before continuing. "remember to shut down the rumours with that instagram model, lando, and oscari, for you I have nothing on my agenda. you're just too wholesome to people, so they dont wanna ruin your imagine it seems."

lando moaned, face in his hands, letting his boyfriend kiss his neck. "i don't do anything but be a doting boyfriend, little y/n. i don't even know who that woman is." "I know, i know, just say something along the line of who? or talk about not knowing why those silly bitches get connected to you. state your truth, honey. and now get decent, it reeks of steamy sex in here."

"yes ma'am", you heard. "are you coming on track with us or driving separately?", your friend wanted to know, as he put on a maroon silky shirt lando had gifted him on their stay in the latter ones flat. shame, the aussie hid his muscles behind the shirt tho but he didn't close all the buttons and left his collarbone for show, were a dainty golden necklace rested, a promise ring of sorts that mclaren number four also wore in form of an actual ring, blending in quite nicely with his collection of jewelry. that's taste.

"i'm driving with you, i'll sit in back, if thats okay with you, boys?"

they didn't reply, packing up their stuff and gently pushed you out off the door, osc's hand resting heavily against the small of your back.

hopefully I don't blush like virgin Mary, you thought.

they guided you to the car, a beautiful mclaren in a sleek navy blue. lando opened the door for you and waited until you settled to shut it again, walking around the car to drive it as oscar had decided on being the passenger prince for the day (he was also very sleeping looking and had the desire to control the music today). "have you eaten something or should we grab you a bite on the way, sweets?"

a moan left your painted lips, now being able what you forgot this morning when you rushed through your hotel room. fluttering with your lashes, a cute smile danced on your lips. "some food would be fantastic, thanks for the reminder, daddy." you then proceed to chance your attention to your vibrating phone, seeing a couple of messages of people trying to get hold on osc, who, if you looked up into the mirror, blushed hard at the nickname.

"oi where's my sexy nickname, little one? you just can't call him daddy in front of me, the boyfriend of months and don't gift me one too, you hear me?", lando pouted, resting his right hand behind oscars head rest when parking the car in front of a small café. "Don't have one for you, it seems", you grinned like a cashire cat and closed the door to get yourself a snack.

oscar broke the comfortable silence between them, laughter bubbling over the music. "she could call you sir too, treasure. i know you like it. imagine her on her knees, waiting for our command — she'd look so good taking you, us."

"you shit, want me to hide a bulge?", the other male whinned, hand joining his lover's in the middle console of the car.

"don't act like a cry baby, it doesn't suit you."

POLY/MULTI DRIVERS — SINGULAR DRIVERS

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Warriors Jordan Poole Breaks Silence on Draymond Green Punch Incident NBC Bay Area

JP breaks silence on Draymond incident after ‘lengthy’ few weeks initially appeared on NBC Sports activities Bayarea Greater than 10 days after Jordan Poole was punched by Draymond Inexperienced throughout Warriors apply on Oct. 5, the 23-year-old guard broke his silence on the incident. “He apologized and [was] skilled,” Poole instructed reporters at Chase Middle on Sunday. “We plan on dealing with ourselves that approach. We’re right here to play basketball and all people on our crew and within the locker room is aware of what it takes to win a championship, and we’ll do this on the courtroom. “That is actually all I’ve to say on the matter. We’re right here to win a championship and preserve hanging banners.” Poole’s feedback got here roughly two hours after he signed a contract extension with the Warriors reportedly for a assured $123 million over 4 years, with the possibility to earn a further $17 million in incentives. The contract extension and Poole’s assertion conclude a turbulent few weeks for the fourth-year professional. After the Warriors returned from a visit to Tokyo, Japan, Inexperienced approached Poole in apply, resulting in the Michigan product shoving his elder teammate. At that time, Inexperienced reacted by leveling Poole with a punch. Within the speedy aftermath, Poole continued working towards final Wednesday and wasn’t injured through the altercation. Inexperienced initially was despatched residence earlier than returning to handle the media the following day after video of the incident leaked. He then took time away from the Warriors to work on himself. Lower than every week later, Warriors coach Steve Kerr introduced Inexperienced would not be suspended. The crew fined him an undisclosed quantity and welcomed him again to apply this previous Thursday. He performed of their preseason finale Friday and can be taking part in Tuesday within the season opener in opposition to the Los Angeles Lakers at Chase Middle. A day later, information of Poole’s rookie-scale extension broke, two days forward of the deadline for him to signal a brand new contract. RELATED: Warriors safe Steph’s successor with Poole’s extension When requested what the final two weeks have been like, Poole responded with one phrase. “Lengthy,” Poole stated. For now, Poole and Inexperienced have the identical aim: to assist the Warriors win video games and one other NBA title. Whether or not or not their relationship can get again to what it was earlier than Oct. 5 stays to be seen. Supply hyperlink Originally published at SF Newsvine

#SF Newsvine