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helen-with-an-a · 3 months

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Embarrassing Moments

Hi. So this is my first real fic I've written but yeh. This is inspired by mine and @lyak12 's ramblings and daydreamings hehe.

Anyways, I don't think there are any warnings - it gets a little suggestive but no outright smut (if you get me) anyways here it is

Lucy Bronze x reader

TW: Suggestive (no outright smut - lead up to it)

Word count: 3.3k

Description: Lucy wants to break your record after the Champions League final

You had done it. Champions of Europe. You felt bodies land on you, causing you to stagger forwards. It hadn’t sunk in yet, and you weren’t quite sure you wanted to. This daze, this elation. You finally understood was Lucy was talking about, you wanted it again. She had always said as soon as she won something it was onto the next thing. And she was right. You had missed out on the Euros through injury, but you knew you wanted this feeling to never stop and to replicated it in a few months with the 3 Lions on your chest. Missing out on the Euros was saddening but getting to watch the entire tournament as a fan was an experience you hadn’t been able to do for a long time. But this joy was something else. Knowing that it was you that helped drag your team over the finish line. Knowing that you contributed to this win.

‘Oh, my fucking god!’ Keira screamed, arms wrapping round your shoulders.

‘Oh, my fucking god!’ You laughed, finally coming down to earth a little bit – at least enough to soak up the moment.

You were passed around from person to person. Sweaty hugs, sloppy kisses planted on cheeks, laughter and shouts coming from all directions. It wasn’t until familiar strong arms gripped you tightly that your head finally came out of the clouds.

‘Campeones de Europa,’ you said softly as you grinned up at her. ‘What’s this title? Number 4?’ She laughed

‘Eh. This one’s the most special.’ She replied. You furrowed your eyebrows at her, cocking your head to the side. ‘I’ve got you to celebrate with me’.

‘Oh, dear lord, Luce. So bloody cheesy’.

‘What can I say? I’ve got a trophy. And another champions league medal’. You rolled your eyes. She was always joking that out of all the medals and titles she’d won, you were her best prize.

You stood side by side as you clapped for Wolfsburg. Despite not knowing many of them personally, you knew how hard this would be for them. You didn’t doubt they would be back with a vengeance next year. Suddenly, it was your turn. Aitana was in front of you, beaming away and prattling something in Catalan. You couldn’t understand it, but you didn’t care. She was happy and that’s all that mattered.

Lucy was behind you – a hand dangerously low on your waist as she gently pushed you towards the officials. ‘Gracias,’ you murmured as a medal was slipped round your neck. You felt so much pride as you stepped up to kiss the trophy. Barcelona’s trophy. Your trophy. You took your place on the podium and pressed yourself into Lucy’s side. More shouts and cheers rang out as confetti rained down.

‘Hey.’ Lucy called to get your attention. You were trying to find your family – you had seen them briefly yesterday but, like all match days didn’t look for them in the crowd before the game. You turned, smiling when you realised just how close you were to her body. Hard muscles, soft skin, and that unique Lucy scent – a little sweaty, floral undertones from her shampoo and body wash and something undeniably Lucy. It was intoxicating. ‘I’m going to kiss you now. Okay?’ You think it was a question but the way she said it was a statement. Her hands threaded through you hair. The slightest nod was all she allowed before her lips were on yours. You heard cheers from the crowd and teammates alike and fervent camera clicks.

‘That’s…’ you breathed out when you parted. ‘That’s ... we're gonna break the internet.’ You weren’t really concerned. You had never hidden your 3-year relationship, but you had never been a fan of PDA, especially during a game.

‘Good.’ She smiled that breath-taking grin, pressing another kiss to your lips, before whisking you off to find your families.

‘You know …’ Lucy trailed off a little while later. You were back in the hotel lobby. Her arms wrapped around you as her fingers dipped below the waistband of your shorts. ‘I’ve been thinking’. You could tell exactly what she was thinking about. Her eyes had been slowly darkening since the dressing room. You had taken off your shirt (the sweaty material was sticking to you in a way that was slowly becoming too much) and danced around with Patri and Pina, screaming Spanish lyrics you only half understood – alcohol working wonders to slowly take away your inhibitions and reservations.

‘Oh no, that’s never good.’ You joked. You had eased up on the alcohol after the changing rooms. You didn’t want to be too drunk that you couldn’t experience the celebrations. Lucy was still nursing a beer, but you knew she was nowhere near drunk.

‘Ha ha,’ She said sarcastically. She readjusted the pair of you, your hands moving to fiddle with the loose hairs at the nape of her neck. ‘I was thinking we should set a new record…’ She waited for you to get what she meant. You looked confused for a moment, her eyebrow raising in response. It clicked. She wanted to beat your previous orgasm record. After the Euros you had gone, round after round, until you finally tapped out at 5 am. ‘It was seven for you after the Euros, right? Combined total of 11? I don’t think we’ve beaten that since then. But I have a feeling… tonight is the night. We’re going for 8… maybe even 9.’ The way she was talking so casually about your previous sex-capades had you blushing scarlet. You weren’t a prude per say but you weren’t as open as Lucy - never really spilling your secrets to your friends, often sporting a bright blush on your cheeks as stories were swapped across the changing rooms. You looked around, but no one was paying attention. Alexia had already dragged Olga off, and it looked like Mapi and Ingrid weren’t too far away either. You could see a hint of lime green disappearing around a corner, so you assumed Jill and Jana were making themselves scarce.

You couldn’t wait any longer. You pushed yourself up onto your toes and smashed your lips into Lucy’s. It wasn’t a pretty kiss. It was intense. Tongues and teeth clashing. Incredibly indecent and not at all appropriate for a public space. But you couldn’t find it in you to care.

‘Take me to bed’. You whispered. You were surprised she heard you – the music was loud and the conversations even louder.

‘Your wish is my command, princess’. The honorific had you clenching you thighs in anticipation of what was to come. The lift was torturous, the walk back to your room agonising, the wait as she fiddled with the key card was unbearable. But finally … finally, you were in your room.

You saw the intensity in Lucy’s eyes as you made your way passed her. It was a little overwhelming you, so to avoid her gaze, you played with the medal that was still swinging around your neck. ‘Your first Champions League title.’ You smiled, quietly proud of the achievement. You had come to Barcelona from your childhood club, Man City, as part of the exodus of players that left the club in the summer. You had never been the receiver of individual awards – not like Lucy who had probably hundreds of accolades to her name. But this felt special. Yes, it was a team award, but you were coming off of an injury that had prevented you from having the euro call up. The Spanish media had started calling you ‘la creadora de juego. ‘The playmaker’. You had been instrumental in most goals this season, either direct assists or making initial runs and occasionally tapping them in yourself. This felt like your medal.

‘I am so proud of you’. Lucy snapped you out of your daze with a gentle hand on your cheek. Whilst you were zoning out, she had stripped out of her top and shorts. It was a sight to see. It had you dizzy at the thought out what that body would do to you and what you could do to it. Thick thighs you could get yourself off on. Defined abs that would clench as you sent her flying over the edge. Strong arms that would hold you to her as she caught her breath again. Rough but soft hands that could have you teetering on the precipice in mere moments.

‘Te voy a follar hasta que veas estrellas.’ That had your head spinning even more. She was well aware of what her use of Spanish did to you and frequently used it to her advantage. I’m going to fuck you until you see stars. God, you hoped so. You let out a shaky breath. ‘Traffic lights?’ She asked, an eyebrow raised in expectation. You cleared your throat. You knew you had to be confident when you told her what the system meant.

‘Green means I’m good. Yellow means slow down. Red means stop’. Your voice was a little shaky.

‘Good girl’. Your heart fluttered as she leant down.

‘I’m not going to hold back.’ She reminded you. Her lips working on your neck leaving dark marks in their wake.

‘I don’t want you too’ You replied as you settle against the pillows. You could feel a smile against your naval as she descended down your body.

The sun is what awoke you the next morning. You were on your front, arms thrown over Lucy as your head rested on her outstretched arm. Her face was turned away from you, but you could already see the damage you had done to her neck. The crisp white sheet contrasted greatly against her tanned skin, but even though it covered her from her waist, you could still see the darkening splotches that you had bitten and sucked into her skin. You doubt you looked much better. You tried to shift so you could shower away the stickiness on your skin, but you couldn’t move. Lucy was facing away from you, her other hand resting on her stomach, so she couldn’t be blamed for whatever was keeping you hostage.

It was then, when you had become more aware of your body, just had much you ached. You had beaten you previous record last night. In fact, you had absolutely demolished your score. She had pulled 10 from you last night. And you had given her 6. You couldn’t imagine what it would take for you to beat this record – maybe the winning World Cup? ‘Luce,’ you called out. Your voice was raspy and deep. This was new – you knew you were loud in bed – you could no longer look at some of your City ex-teammates without being reminded of the amount of teasing you had received after an away win and Lucy’s return to games following an injury – but you’ve never lost your voice from sex before. You cleared your throat at tried again. ‘Luce?’ It was a little better – still undeniably overused but hopefully you could pass it off as from the match and pitch-side celebrations. It was clear that Lucy was still dead to the world, she always had been a deep sleeper, so with a monumental effort, you peeled yourself away from the warmth of her body and shuffled to the edge of the bed. It took more effort and a lot longer than you anticipated but you managed it. You could feel how weak you were, and you knew you couldn’t stand up without help.

‘Hmm, no. Come back.’ A deep, sleep-laced voiced complained from behind you.

‘I need help’. That got Lucy sitting up.

‘What’s wrong?’ She asked quickly, the panic evident in her voice.

‘I can’t stand up’

‘What do you mean you can’t stand …’ she trailed off. ‘Ohhhhh. Fucked you that good, did I?’ You could hear the smugness in her voice. ‘Did such a good job you can’t stand up’.

‘Please, Luce. We need to shower and get breakfast. It’s already past 10’.

‘Alright, alright. I’m here.’ You felt the bed moving before Lucy appeared in front of you. She offered you a hand which you took gratefully. You went to stand again but it was clear that Lucy would need to give more than just a hand. She chuckled a little at your gentle blush but hooked an arm under your elbow and helped you to the shower. You eyed her sceptically as she moved to get in with you.

‘You can barely stand,’ She protested, ‘I’m not about to let you try and shower alone’.

‘Ok but no funny business,’ you warned. She chucked and pressed a sweet kiss to your hairline.

The walk down to breakfast was a slight struggle. After showering you did feel a lot better. Lucy had rubbed the soap into your skin, giving a light a light massage as she went. But you still couldn’t stand up without assistance – once you were standing you were fine, when you were sitting you were fine, the moving in between was the issue. You also had a slight limp in your step and your voice was still raspy. Even after drinking 2 full bottles of water.

‘Hola Y/N. Hola Lucy’. Vicky called from where she was sat. Fuck! You had forgotten the B team had come to watch the match yesterday.

‘H – Hey Vicky’ You cleared your throat and smiled at the 16-year-old as Lucy deposited you next to her. You watched as her face furrowed in confusion and concern – the site of you limping and sounding so rough was not nice for her.

‘What’s wrong? Did you hurt yourself in the match?’ Oh, she was so innocent.

‘Yeah, Y/N, did you get hurt last night?’ Mapi looked with faux concern as she sat down at your table. Your jaw tightened as you glared at her.

‘No, no. I’m alright Vicky. I probably just celebrated a little too hard’. You tried to reassure her. Martina looked a little suspicious of you, but the rest of the B team nodded, seeming to accept your answer.

‘Is that right? Partied too hard, did you?’ Alexia sniggered. ‘Or was it another type of celebration that’s got you like this?’ She whispered as she took a seat on your left. You shot her a look.

A plate with a selection of breakfast foods was put in front of you as Lucy slotted in on your right. ‘Thanks, darling’ you said as a kiss was dropped on your head. ‘I don’t think that’s the only name you go by, is it Lucy?’ Patri laughed. You could feel your cheeks beginning to flare pink. Lucy just laughed along, not really minding the light-hearted teasing.

‘Also, Y/N you owe me several coffees. Because of you, I’d didn’t get any sleep,’ Pina added on. Your eyes widened at her comment.

‘Hey. We were celebrating what, can I say?’ Lucy shrugs as she sips on her coffee

‘There’s celebrating and then there’s whatever you guys were doing’ Ana giggled

‘Hey it’s perfectly natural. We’re all human and every human has needs,’ Lucy commented, nonchalantly.

‘Not everyone needs to know what happens behind closed doors, Luce’ You tried to sound joking and confident, but you knew you failed

‘You made it our business by being so loud,’ Salma chuckles.

‘Ok but surely your needs were met by round 3 or 4?’ Laia added in. Lucy just smiled in response and kissed your cheek, throwing an arm around your shoulders.

With every comment thrown your way about your evening with Lucy your cheeks got more and more scarlet. If you could stand up on your own, you would have left to go back to your room by now. It’s not that you necessarily minded the comments thrown your way, it was more that you didn’t like to have all the jokes be at your expense. Due to Lucy’s lack of reaction are your significant and obvious one, you were an easy target. It wasn’t until a comment by Mapi that Lucy intervenes.

‘Hey, Lucy. Do you mind giving me tips? Ingrid’s record is 4 but our anniversary is coming up and based what we all heard last night, I think you might have some.’ That set everyone off on another round of loud laughter. Even Paños and Marta joined in this time– usually they don’t entertain childish comments from some members of the squad.

‘Guys…’ you said weakly. Sure, Lucy liked having a joke around, a little giggle at her, or your, expense was ok every now and then. But she could see this was really beginning to affect you. Your head was bowed down, attempting to hide the worst of the blush. You looked seconds away from crying.

‘Alright, alright. Sorry, I kept you guys up. But let’s move it along, shall we?’ Lucy tried to steer the conversation away from your sex lives without disrupting the joking atmosphere.

‘It’s not you that kept us up.’ Bruna responded.

‘Suficiente’. Lucy said, firmer this time, in that voice that does things to you but everyone else knows she means business. And in Spanish. She knew that would get everyone’s attention – including yours. How could you still be horny after last night? You didn’t have an answer, but you knew it was all down to the woman sitting next you, her hand splayed wide, rubbing comforting circles on your lower back.

‘So, what’s everyone’s plans before the international break or pre-season?’ Ingrid asked. It was an obvious subject change, but you were grateful, nonetheless.

‘Hey, I’m sorry we took it too far,’ Alexia murmured as the attention shifted onto holiday plans. ‘We’re not judging you or anything. Personally, I’m very impressed. My record with Olga is 6 and even then, we have to spend the day in bed afterwards. How many was it?’

’10, I think. Lucy had 6’ You whispered back; voice barely audible as the volume in the breakfast room picked up.

’10. Ay dios mío. No wonder you’re barely walking.’ Alexia seemed incredulous. ‘I’m definitely going to need tips’. She laughed, as did you. Your laughter caught Lucy’s attention. You were still sporting a slight blush, but she could tell you were much more relaxed.

Eventually, breakfast came to an end. People slowly began drifting back to their rooms to get ready for the official celebrations this afternoon. As Lucy helped you stand, you could see Mapi shaking her head, laughing. She was clearly about to say something when Ingrid, the ever-perceptive woman that she was, wrapped an arm around her and pulled her away before anything was said. You winced slightly as you started moving, but you were definitely more mobile than this morning.

‘I really don’t like you right now,’ you grumbled, pouting to emphasise your point – the sounds muffled but still perceptible to Lucy, having been long acquainted with your dramatics.

Lucy laughed loudly at your comment as she sat on the bed. Despite your words, you stepped into her embrace, her fingers gently tracing lines up the back of your thighs.

‘No, you don’t’

‘Yes, I do’ Your actions betraying your words as you pushed her to lie back against the pillows.

Lucy’s laugh must have been loud enough for it to be heard from outside as Mapi shouts drifted through the wood ‘Don’t be too loud. There are children prese-’. A harsh smack cut her off. ‘Ay! Tan violenta, Jesus’ She complained.

‘Sorry, Y/N’, Ingrid’s much softer voice floated passed the door. You groaned in response. But Lucy only laughed more.

‘Come here,’ she commanded gently. You allowed yourself to fall into her warmth.

‘Mmmm, you owe me, Bronze. That was humiliating,’ you mumbled; the events of the last 24 hours catching up with you quickly.

‘Ok…’ Lucy snickered, knowing you didn’t really mind what had happened at breakfast and you definitely wanted a repeat of the night before. As she went to speak again, she noticed your breaths evening out – light puffs of air reaching her neck as you buried your head in her shoulder. ‘Never change, Y/N. Never change’.

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anothermansjeans · 13 days

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not sure if you’re taking requests but i would love to see a part two to the singer!reader, like maybe the team all goes to her concert together! thank you!

HI!! i'm so glad the people loved the first singer!reader blurb!! this is a part 2 to the first one, and while the whole team isn't at her concert, i added penelope in!! i have plans for when the team first meets reader which will be in a separate blurb! hope you enjoy :)

cw: spencer and penelope at reader's concert :) a swear word (1), spencer is flustered

wc: 2k (i may have over done it)

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Spencer sat in the cold police precinct in Philadelphia with JJ, Rossi, and Penelope (she was a vital resource, needing to come with the team on this case), counting down the minutes until Hotch, Derek, Emily, and a few Philly officers came back with the unsub in custody. As soon as they got back and the case was deemed closed, he could go and see you.

Obviously, he went to your concert last night, had you stay over, and slept in as much as possible before you had to leave for your next stop on tour and Spencer had to get to the office. The reason he was so hellbent on seeing you tonight as well is because when you're touring and he does his regular BAU job, the two of you barely see each other. Your tour kicked off three months ago, starting in Europe, and he didn't get to visit any of those shows, so when the U.S leg came around, he wanted to be as present as possible.

That too, was very hard.

Spencer loves his job, really, he does, but when he plans on using the allotted resting days the team gets after a case to visit you, and ends up getting called in anyway… he has grown some resentment over the time. So now– here in Philadelphia, where you are– he plans on missing out on the trip back with the team and instead, watch your show again. The only other thing in the back of his mind right now were the words of your last text to him.

Y/N: OH MY GOD OKAY!! i’m so happy you can make it, spence 🫶

Y/N: omg PLEASE invite that friend of yours too!! i'm so sorry she couldn't get tickets for d.c :(

When Spencer initially told you about Penelope and how she ousted your relationship just from a video online, you completely lost it. In a “oh my God, I'm going to piss my pants, I’m laughing so hard” kind of way. Your exact words to him when he was on the phone with you as he sat in his hotel room. You didn't have a problem with his friends and family knowing. You actually encouraged him to let his closest people in, but he valued you and how you wanted to keep him out of the public eye as much as possible, so he simply didn't say anything to anyone. The respect you have for each other is insanely beautiful.

So he felt as though he was between a rock and a hard place. He wanted to let the team in. They're his family, but once he lets them in– once he invites Penelope to this free concert offered by his girlfriend, he was losing an extra security blanket in keeping your wishes. He knew your wishes were solely there to benefit him and his job and her personal life, but it was still something that worried you to the point of breaking down every once in a while, and he would do everything in his power to make sure that doesn't happen again.

When those who went out to obtain the unsub came back, Spencer stood up, knowing once they got the confession they were done, and went to idly walk by the desk Penelope was sitting at.

“Yes, Mr. Into You. how can I help you?” She smirked at her words, causing Spencer to roll his eyes.

“You don't know that song is about me.” Her deadpan expression caused Spencer to sigh, “okay, fine. Anyway, I was wondering if you had plans for tonight. Like, after the case.”

Placing her hand on her chest, she batted her eyelashes. “Well, sweets, I'm flattered, but I don't think your girlfriend would be too happy.”

“Penelope.”

“Sorry!”

Wringing his fingers together, Spencer bit the inside of his cheek. “Y/N has a concert here in Philadelphia–”

“I’m well aware.”

“And she told me to invite you along tonight. She’s sorry you couldn't get tickets to D.C.”

A gasp left her lips and she stood to her feet quickly, “oh my lanta!” The volume of her voice caused chatter to quiet around them, and she sheepishly smiled at everyone, “sorry! But oh my– Spencer, are you joking? Because if you are, this is cruel and unusual punishment, Dr. FBI man.”

“It’s not a joke, Pen.”

“Eek!” She threw her arms around his neck without thinking, and Spencer, while he hesitated at first, eventually welcomed the hug. “Thank you so much!”

“You can thank her when you meet her.”

“Meet her–? I– oh…” Her eyes went wide with excitement, “I am so excited!”

And so was he. He didn't show it until the two of them got there though. You were very busy getting ready before the show, so when your manager met him and Penelope in the back of the venue, he insisted that the two of them went straight to your friends and family section and that he could see you afterwards. The excitement in his eyes became very apparent the moment the opening chords to your song Positions. Penelope was singing and dancing, while Spencer did his signature head bop– that's how you knew you made a good song.

it was about halfway through the set when you got to Nonsense, a song everyone looked forward to. You did a different outro every stop of the tour. Yesterday’s outro was a very colorful depiction of him and his… skills in the bedroom because you knew he was going to be there. There was no way he’d be embarrassed again.

“This song’s catchier than chicken pox is

I bet your house is where my other sock is

Woke up this morning, thought I’d write a pop it

How quickly can you take your clothes off, pop quiz?

There's a lot to do out here in philly

My man came here so he can come and feel me

His body keeps me warm, I'm never chilly.”

You laughed as you looked over to the family and friends section, and immediately recognized the face you love becoming tinted with red by the minute. A couple songs later, you performed one of your newest songs, Vigilante Shit. You were the most excited for this portion of your set when you added it after it first released. You were on break after the Europe leg and couldn't stop going over all of the choreography, Spencer being the very first person not on your team to watch, and he thought it was incredible (even if it was with a kitchen chair in his living room).

When performing, you always put on your best show, but sometimes, if Spencer’s in the audience, you amp it up a bit. Which is what you did now. One of the moves involved having a leg propped up on the chair and slinking your hand down your body. When Spencer was there, you went extra hard with the facial expressions, giving it more sexuality. You also made sure to roll your body and stick your ass out a bit more whenever you stood up from the chair, making sure you're giving him a good view. It’s what your boyfriend deserved.

And while you always thought you were doing good by him (because he would never tell you otherwise), he was always as red as a tomato– especially now with Penelope next to him, moving her phone camera between you and him, capturing the dance and his reaction. He felt his warm cheeks begin to cool when you moved onto your next song, but that flush inevitably came back the moment you picked up your guitar for the acoustic set and shifted your eyes towards him.

“We are now moving onto the acoustic set!” The crowd went wild, as always, and you continued, “tonight is actually a little different… I’ll still sing ‘Picture You’ and ‘Dress’, but I wanted to add a new one.” You began strumming your guitar gently, “It’s not released yet, but I have someone here I want to dedicate it to… this one’s about you, you know who you are. I love you.”

“Oh my God!” Penelope once again whipped out her phone, but all Spencer could do was stare at your trembling hands as you continued to strum.

“Oh, no, did I get too close?

Oh, did I almost see what's really on the inside?

All your insecurities

All the dirty laundry

Never made me blink one time”

He held his breath as you continued to sing.

“Unconditional, unconditionally

I will love you unconditionally

There is no fear now

Let go and just be free

I will love you unconditionally”

And he released the air from his lungs.

“Come just as you are to me

Don't need apologies

Know that you are worthy

“I’ll take your bad days with your good

Walk through the storm, I would

I do it all because I love you

I love you”

And as you continued with the song, Spencer felt tears well up in his eyes. Of course, he didn't let any of them fall, slyly wiping them as Penelope was putting her phone back away.

You had about 2 songs left when Spencer spotted one of your security guys discreetly getting his attention so that he could go backstage. He tapped Penelope on the shoulder, and tilted his head towards the guy. “We’re gonna watch the rest of the show backstage if that's okay?”

Mouth opening and shutting, she nodded her head, following the two men in front of her. Spencer could tell Pen felt out of her element back there with the rest of the crew, especially knowing that in about thirty seconds now, you were going to be saying your goodbyes and head off stage.

“Thank you so much, Philadelphia! I had a wonderful time. Thank you to my band, and my dancers. The amazing audio techs and the entire crew that keeps this show running! Have a great night!”

Running towards them, you gave Spencer a big smile before leaping into his arms to give him a hug. “Hi. You were incredible,” you felt him mutter against your neck.

“Hi. Thank you,” you muttered back, only staying in his arms a second longer so that you could greet the other guest. “Hi, I’m Y/N!”

“H-Hi! I’m Penelope!” Not knowing what to do, she stuck out her hand, but you brushed it aside, opting for a hug instead.

“I’m more of a hugger.”

She laughed and gave you a nod as you released each other. “Me too.” She looked between you and Spencer for a moment with a wide grin. “You're even prettier in person. You're also incredible, and your music is amazing and I love everything about you.”

“You're too sweet,” you gave a pout when thinking of her words, “you're gorgeous as well! And I love this dress! Spencer has told me all about you and the rest of the team.”

The three of you continued to chat for a bit, and once you noticed the crew packing things up, you turned towards Penelope and gave her a smile. “Do you want to go out with us? We were just gonna grab dinner.”

“Oh, no! I have someone picking me up.”

“Are you sure?” Spencer furrowed his eyebrows.

“Yes, boy genius, I’m sure. Derek stayed behind so that he could get me back to Quantico. Oh! You need to meet the rest of the team sometime.”

You immediately agreed, squeezing Spencer’s hand so he knows to introduce you to everyone else soon. “One hundred percent.”

“Anyway, I will let you two love birds go. Have a nice night, and I’ll see you at the office, Spencer!”

After getting security to show Penelope where to go to leave, Spencer turned back towards you and pulled you back into his arms. He has never felt so loved in his life, and thinking about you, and that song, and everything life has to offer him at the moment caused the unshed tears from before to finally fall.

“Spencer, are you okay?” You pulled back to see the tears, and cupped his face, “baby, why are you crying?”

“The song was beautiful.”

He didn't answer you explicitly, but from his words mixed with the reaction you knew what was going on. “Thank you… I love you so much,” you said, wiping his cheeks.

“Unconditionally?”

You scoffed and shook your head. “Of course silly.”

singer!reader taglist: @itsleilabxtch @wietske27 @taylorswiftilovecowboylikeme @marshatesthisreality @ladylincoln @delightfulmakerpiegiant (tagged some people based in interest! lmk if you want to be taken off the taglist!)

let me know if you would like to be added or removed!

#THE FORMATTING TOOK FOREVER IM SO SORRY #TWAS SUPPOSED TO BE OUT AT 5:30 EST :(#spencer reid #dr spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x fem!reader #dr spencer reid x reader #singer!reader

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gejo333 · 10 months

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An Unexpected Match

DILF/DBF Miguel O’Hara x Female Reader

Pt. 2

Summary: You come back home from a two month long trip across Europe with friends when you meet an unexpected guest and your dad’s new best friend at your family’s backyard barbecue.

New Story Alert!🚨🚨🚨

I apologize for any grammatical mistakes I missed.

Enjoy💕

Wc: 2.2k

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You closed your eyes as you basked in the summer sun, enjoying the warmth of the rays against your skin. The breeze picked up as it brushed against your face and arm, gently sticking out the car window. A nice cool contrast against the heat of the sun.

"I can't believe our two-month trip across Europe is over. I want to go back." Whined your best friend who was driving. A small chuckle escaped from you, hearing her dramatic personality.

"Yeah, it was amazing. But I'm glad to be back home and lay in my bed for a whole day. It felt like we walked across Europe." You relax further into your seat, happy to be back in your suburb neighborhood of Nueva York.

"Well, sadly, not today. Don't you have that monthly barbecue today?"

"Ugh, don't even bring that up, Stephanie. Those things are so draining when you're not a kid anymore. All the nosy neighbors want to know every detail of your life." You groan out loud in frustration when you remember where the barbecue was hosted this month. "Damn, I forgot my parents are hosting this month. I thought it was next month. Out of all days to come back. You're going too." You say the last part bluntly to your friend as she looks back at you with a glare as she scoffs.

"Ugh, fine! But you owe me a meal at Jane's Diner then." Stephanie adds as you playfully roll your eyes and chuckle.

"Ok, deal." You do your handshake that you two started in elementary school before continuing to drive back to your house.

After another 15 minutes, you arrive at your driveway as Stephanie parks her car next to your dad's car. You gaze at yourself in the mirror in the car as a small frown is on your lips. You quickly make yourself presentable by fixing your hair and makeup and adding perfume to eliminate that airport stink. You smile at yourself, thinking you look good enough to enter the lion's den in your large backyard.

"We can leave the stuff in the car. It'll be safe. Are you ready?" You ask Stephanie, who just finished applying her lip gloss, smacking her lips before smiling as she exited the car.

"Let's do this!"

Instead of going through the front door, you used the gate to the fence to go straight to the backyard, where you see practically the whole neighborhood in your backyard. You spot your mother, of course, by the grill, cooking. As you try to make your way over there, neighbors who recognize you stop you to say hi before you can politely leave and get to your destination.

Right before you get to your parents, a soccer ball gently hits the side of your calf. A young brunette girl with big brown eyes wearing a soccer uniform runs over to you.

"I'm sorry!" Said the girl as she came up to you.

You looked down at her with a warm smile. You do a quick soccer trick that gets the ball back in your hands, which makes the young girl staring at you in awe. "You're totally good. Here you go." You pass her the ball, and she says thank you.

"That move was so cool! Do you play soccer?"The young girl asked.

"Sadly, not anymore. But I played for 15 years."

"Wow! I've only been playing for two years. My papa signed me up for the club team when we moved here." She said as she twiddled with the ball in her hands.

"Oh, for the Clovers? I played on that team, too, when I was a kid. It's a great club to be a part of. That's how I met my best friend here, Stephanie." You say as your friend says hello to the young girl.

The young girl's attention is drawn away when she hears a few kids call her over. "My friends are calling me back. Nice meeting you!" She smiled brightly up at you before she ran back over and began to play.

"She was sweet." Said Stephanie.

"Yeah, she was." You say as you finally get to your parents. Your mom sees you and wraps you in a big hug.

"Hi! I've missed you! Glad you were able to make it back to the barbecue. I can't wait to hear about your adventures around Europe. With your brothers back from college, it's been a house full of boys and hectic without you. Hi Stephanie, I hope you guys had fun on your trip." Your mother releases you from a hug before going to hug Stephanie. "You know that older son of mine will be excited to see you." She said, which made Stephanie's cheeks go red.

Your older brother, Jack, has been dating your best friend for months. When it first started, you were 100% for it as you would tease her about her becoming your sister.

"I didn't see him on our way in. Is he here?" Asked Stephanie.

"He went to get more ice from the corner store. He should be back in a minute, though. Oh, y/n I saw that you met Gabi. Isn't she just the sweetest thing." Said your mother. Your brows furrowed when she mentioned a name, but then you connected it with the little girl you met a few minutes ago.

"She was really sweet. It brought back memories of when I used to play soccer in that same uniform in this backyard ages ago. I know I haven't been around as frequently, but when did a new family move to the neighborhood?" You briefly look back to the kids playing some form of soccer as you smile at all their happy faces before you look back to your mom, who passed you a plate with a hot dog.

"Here. Gabi and her father moved in around two years ago from the city. They come over here a lot cause Miguel and your father are now best pals." Your mother chuckled as she continued to flip more burgers and hotdogs as you and Stephanie helped plate them.

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"So, any future Mrs. O'Hara's catch your eye?" Sam said as he passed Miguel another beer. Miguel's eyes widen slightly before looking at Sam instead of the soccer match playing on the tv in the living room.

"Great conversation starter there, Sam." Miguel chuckled as he took a sip from the bottle.

"I remember you said it a while ago to me. Was curious if my best bud was getting any action." Sam chuckled as he sat on the couch. He sighed before looking down at his small pouch.

"How do you stay so fit? It's like you haven't aged at all. Those photos of you in your college days. You look identical. I know you are 8 years younger than me. But still!" Sam grumbled as he sipped his beer and continued to watch the match.

"You've seen my workout routine. And my diet. If you did the same, you would see the results." Miguel chuckled as he watched his friend mope and look at the game.

"Yeah, I can't give up my beer and nachos. But back to my original question." Sam switched the subject, feeling the green monster slightly that his friend looked great.

"Well, when I find her. I'll know. I hope she wants to have a big family. Cause I would want to give Gabriella a couple of brothers and sisters. And also make sure that whoever I end up with loves Gabriella as if she were her own daughter."

"Well, that's good quality. But anything else? Like looks? personality qualities?" Sam asked.

"Well, if she is kind and positive."

"Miguel... Physical looks?" Sam grinned in frustration.

"If I'm attracted to her, I'm attracted to her," Miguel said as he took another sip from his beer. He would have to work another hour to ensure he could burn off this second beer.

"Alright, fine. I won't ask any more questions anymore." Sam chuckled as they went to grab a few chips from the bowl on the table. Sam's view went to the backyard, where he spotted his wife and daughter.

"Miguel, let's go outside for a bit. I want you to meet my daughter, y/n." Sam said as he stood from the couch and made his way to the backyard, followed by Miguel.

As you continued to catch up with your mom and tell her some things about your and Stephanie's trip, two hands went over your best friend's eyes.

"Guess who?" Said the man. Stephanie turns around and hugs your older brother Jack.

"Hi, Jack," Stephanie said as she kissed your brother's cheek.

"I bet you're happy to see your favorite L/N sibling." Jack chuckled as he looked at you. You playfully rolled your eyes and gently punched him on the shoulder as payback. Your brother puts a hand on his arm as he fakes a pout. "Mom, she hit me."

"Jack, your 23. Stop whining. And you too, young lady. You're 21. Not 12." Your mother lightly reprimanded you, which made you, Stephanie, and your brother try to stifle a laugh. Your mother only rolled her eyes and lightly laughed at her children's lack of maturity as she continued to grill.

"You've been working away at the grill this hour, honey. Let me take it from here." Said your father as he walked up to you and gave you a hug. "How's my little Angel doing?" Said your dad.

"She's definitely no angel." Mumbled your brother as he laughed. He stopped when Stephanie gently elbowed him in the stomach. You laugh as you roll your eyes at your brother.

"I'm doing good, Dad. How about you?" You smile as you return the hug before he switches places with your mother.

"Good as always. Oh, I'd like you to meet my friend, Miguel." Your dad pointed towards a very tall man walking your way.

His biceps naturally flexed as he moved over here. You couldn't help but slightly check him out. He had a big frame that trimmed down to a narrow waist with an obviously chiseled chest that could be technically seen as his shirt fit tight around him. His fair tan complexion glowed against the rays of the sun. He was obviously a very attractive man.

It wasn't until his reddish-brown eyes met yours that your eyes widened, and your cheeks were dusted a shade of pink.

You felt your heart pound rapidly against your chest as your gaze met his. However, you pushed your emotions down and put a smile on your face as you said, "Hi, it's nice to meet you, Miguel."

"It's nice to meet you too, Y/n." He smiled as his eyes never left you, a chill going up your spine.

"S-so I heard you and your daughter moved in two years ago. How do you like the neighborhood so far?"

"It's been great so far. Everyone has been very welcoming. I heard you are a college student. What year?" Miguel moved slightly closer to you, which only you seemed to notice as your heart began to pound faster against your chest.

"S-senior. I'm going to be a senior in college." You say as you slightly move back from him, which seems to only catch his attention as he smirks for a split second at you before going back to his gentlemanly smile. You noticed the change in his lips, which reddened your cheeks.

"One more year before going into the real world. Enjoy it while it lasts. What do you study?" Miguel chuckled as he took a sip from his beer.

"Bioengineering with a concentration in genetics." Your answer.

"Oh, y/n! Miguel actually works in the same field. He works as the head of the genetics department at Alchamex. Isn't that your dream company to work at?" Said your dad as he continued to flip burgers and was oblivious (like everyone else) to the secret conversation between you and Miguel.

Miguel's smile widened, and his eyes lit up at your father's words. "Is that so. Well, maybe send me a copy of your resume, and maybe you can get an internship in my department."

"Wow, that would be amazing, Miguel. Wouldn't it y/n?" Said your father.

"Y-yeah. It would be. Thank you." You smile up at Miguel as his gaze meets yours. Staring straight into his brown eyes. So much was being said. If only you could fully decipher his secret words. Butterflies began to flutter in your stomach as he gently placed his hand against your mid-back.

"Of course. Anything for my best friend's daughter."

"Oh shoot, I forgot my phone in the car. Y/n, can you help me find it? We'll be back!" Stephanie hooked her arms around yours as she whisked you away from your family and Miguel, who you felt eyes were staring at your back as you walked away.

As the two of you made it inside the house and up the stairs to your bedroom, Stephanie pushed you inside before shutting the door.

You sit on your bed in shock from the events that recently played out in the backyard.

"Omg, y/n. Isn’t that Miguel the same Miguel you had that amazing two-night hookup with two years ago on our getaway weekend to Miami?" You look up at her with the same wide eyes as hers as you bite your lip in panic.

"Yeah, it is."

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unspoken words || max verstappen 1

type: one shot pairing: max verstappen x reader word count: 3.5k summary: admitting your feelings isn't that easy, especially when the man you're having feelings for is your brother's best friend... requested: yes! I've combined multiple requests for this fic, simply because I feel like they all fit well together! ''PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE write something for max thank you I love you & hey! can i request something with max that's angst to fluff or possibly hurt/comfort? feel like that trope really suits max for whatever reason?? anyways thank you! + i love your writing <;3 & driverXbestfriends!sister with max and daniel’s sister plsss & max verstappen, enemies to lovers, drivers x driver or driver x driver/bestfriend!sister & Could you do one where the reader is drunk out of her mind coming back from a party/club then maybe she throws up and max just comforts her and helps her shower to get clean?'' requests are CLOSED!!! warnings: angst, alcohol, reader being drunk, anxiety (a little?), protective!max. notes: HOOOLY FCK this took long. I think I've been working on it for literal MONTHS. However, it's finished, and I really hope you like it. Please leave a comment or even a reblog, because it's really something that keeps me motivated other than a like. Don't read me wrong, I love to get likes, it's just that a comment feels a lot more personal! Also, it's been so long, I've had to look up one of my older fics to see how I used to make this set up thingy. It's been way too long and I've missed you all <3 P.S. Did you guess correctly who the brother was?

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Formula 1, something you had grown up with ever since your brother decided it was his passion, his world. And it slowly became yours too. Accompanying him at races became a monthly habit, and even though you were still in college, you always found a way to support your brother from the garages in the pitlane. Starting in the Toro Rosso garage, making your way to the Redbull garage. Renault was the next place you’d find yourself, and it all ended last year, in the McLaren garages.

It was a time of uncertainty for both Daniel and your family, as you knew how much love your brother had for the motorsports. He always mentioned that he’d rather live racing, than race living, because that’s what, according to him, wasn’t the goal in life. You had to enjoy every moment of your life, something he would often refer to as ‘enjoy the butterflies’.

The uncertainty soon ended when Daniel told you he was going back to Redbull. ‘’But you must keep it quiet, little one.’’ He told you with a smirk plastered on his face. ‘’Oh my god, are you for real? That’s incredible, Dandan! I’m so proud of you!’’ That was your first reaction, because you were beyond excited for your brother. Even if it was as a reserve driver, you couldn’t obtain your excitement.

It wasn’t just because of Daniel you were a Redbull fan, but ever since 2016, you had secretly started to admire the team more and more. Sure, your brother had always been your idol, and you couldn’t help but feel an intense rush of pride every time he got behind the wheel. But your attention wasn’t solely focussed on him.

Max Verstappen, currently one of the best drivers on the grid, and one of your brothers’ best friends, was the reason you could feel your heart pounding against your chest once you stepped foot back into the navy-blue garages. You and Max had known each other for quite a few years now, ever since he joined the Redbull team back in 2016. He was a few years older than you, and your admiration for him slowly grew into something more.

His talent, charm, and his fierce determination were something you found yourself captivated by, and it only grew more every time you saw him. But you were just Daniel’s little sister, at least you thought.

Monaco 2023, the Grand Prix of Europe, where the high class, fancy people wandering the paddock made you feel like a teenage schoolgirl on your first day of university. Even though you were twenty-three years old, and couldn’t complain about the money you had, you were never one to dress like you were attending a royal wedding.

You were watching the cars, and then looked at your brother, who was dressed in his Redbull polo, seated on the pitwall whilst you were standing in the back of the garage, him watching the screens. As soon as the camera turned to capture the Australian man on the pitwall, you could hear the crowd go absolutely wild. They loved him, and so did you.

After the race, you made your way over towards your brother’s apartment, changing your outfit for something more afterparty worthy. That’s where you were going, and you knew it was one of the few chances you had of being close to Max.

Realising the feelings you had for Max were more than just friendly, brought a bittersweet taste to those afterparty’s, because you knew Max probably didn’t feel the same about you. You always did your best to hide your emotions, burying them deep inside so that nobody, not even Max, could catch a glimpse of your true feelings. It was a delicate balancing act, pretending to be just friends while your heart yearned for something more.

‘’Hey, congrats on your win.’’ You embraced the Dutch driver as he was quick in placing his arms around your body, pulling you in for a friendly hug.

‘’Thanks, y/n, I’m glad you’re here.’’ He partially shouted over the music, your cheeks heating up at the thought of what he meant, or what you thought he meant.

You quickly shook that thought away and nodded at him, shooting your shiny smile, the one you and your brother had in common, and you pulled yourself away from his hug.

As the night went on, both you and Max were sharing stories and naked truths, finding yourself on a conversation that went beyond your usual banter. The alcohol loosened your inhibitions, blurring the lines between friendship and something more. It was dangerous territory, and you both knew it.

‘’Naked truth coming.’’ He said, leaning against the wall in front of you as you stood facing him, the blue coloured cocktail in your hand. Your eyes went over his features as he licked his lips, ready to tell you one of his naked truths.

‘’I’m not going to sign a new contract after this one.’’ He smirked, watching you, looking for your response. You weren’t surprised, to be fair. You kind of did see it coming, because there have been quite some rumours going around lately. But you did feel privileged as he trusted you enough to say this. It might be due to the alcohol he had burning in his system, but you liked it, you liked this intoxicated version of Max, because this way you could be close to him, without anyone thinking anything.

‘’Your turn.’’ He smirked, stepping a little closer and you could swear you felt his body heat warming you up, even though you were still a meter apart from each other. Your mind was trying to come up with something, because you had to be careful of what to say. You wanted to tell him about your feelings, you wanted to speak the words that had been dancing on the tip of your tongue for so long now, but you couldn’t, and you hated it.

‘’I think I’m in love with one of Daniel’s friends’’ you managed to spill, avoiding his eyes as you immediately tried to wash your mouth with the alcohol in the cup you were holding. You searched for the straw with your tongue, sucking the burning liquid through the straw, all the way to your throat, as if it made your words less harsh.

‘’Really?’’ Max answered, clearly not expecting this kind of naked truth coming out of your mouth. ‘’Who?’’ He immediately shot this question after the other, wanting to know which guy stole your heart, but little did he know.

‘’Do I know him?’’ You could almost facepalm yourself at the awkwardness, because now you knew you had to lie to the world champion. ‘’No, I mean, I don’t think so…’’ you simply replied.

As you continued to avoid Max’ gaze, you felt a mixture of relief and regret for not being completely honest with him. Regret, because you wanted to tell him the truth, you didn’t want to hide your true feelings any longer, but relief, because you knew that if you would have spoken the truth, things would have become more than awkward between the two of you. Besides, what were the chances that he would feel the same way about you?

However, Max’ eyes did not leave your face, trying to study your expression for a moment, he was seemingly lost in thought. The weight of his silence was hanging in the air, and you could almost hear a pin drop. Your heart was racing with anticipation, but then he finally let out a deep breath, breaking the heavy silence.

‘’Well, whoever it is, they are a lucky person,’’ he said softly, a flicker of something you couldn’t quite place crossing his eyes. Happiness? Sadness? Jealousy? Relief? You couldn’t place it. However, you started to remind yourself that he probably wasn’t talking about you, but that it must have been a general statement, a well-intentioned compliment.

As the night wore on, the music became a distant hum, the conversations of the people around you started to fade as you let the alcohol numb your feelings. It was one way of forgetting them, or at least, not having to think of them. The tension between you and Max was heavier than before, and it was as if the universe wanted to test you, pushing you closer to the edge of admitting your true feelings.

With each sip, each passing moment, your longing for Max intensified, but the fear of rejection held you back from speaking the unspoken words. You knew that crossing that thin line of friendship with Max could change everything, although you weren’t sure if you wanted to take that risk.

As the afterparty came to an end, you stumbled out into the cool night air, the city lights blurred before your eyes as you faced reality. Max didn’t love you, and the love you had for him would forever be unspoken.

‘’There you are!’’ You heard a faint voice, a pair of arms holding you by your elbows as you saw the man in front of you. ‘’Jesus, how much alcohol have you had?’’ Daniel had a concerned yet relieved expression on his face as he embraced you in a hug.

When you entered what you thought was Daniel’s apartment, alone, you immediately located yourself on the nearest couch, laying down as your stomach started to twist and turn because of the litres of alcoholic beverages you had been consuming this night. Your hand was fumbling around in your bag the moment you felt something buzz, and without blinking, you answered the phone call you were receiving.

‘’Hello… y/n?... where are you?... hello?’’

‘’Hello,’’ you managed to croak into the phone, your voice barely audible as you fought off the dizziness and nausea that threatened to consume you. ‘’I’m… I’m at Daniel’s… apartment.’’

The voice on the other end of the line sounded frantic. It was Max. ‘’Y/n, stay there. Don’t move, I’m coming to get you.’’ His tone was laced with worry, and you could hear the urgency in his voice.

As you waited, your mind started to spin, mainly because of the alcohol, but also because of the confusion. Was Max coming over because he was genuinely concerned about your wellbeing, or was he just being a good friend to both you and Daniel?

Minutes felt like hours as you lay on the couch, your mind racing with a thousand different thoughts. Finally, you heard the sound of hurried footsteps approaching the apartment. The door swung open, and there stood Max, breathless and confused at the same time. His eyes widened as he took in your state, and he rushed to your side, concern etched deep into him.

‘’What happened, y/n? Are you okay?’’ Max’ voice was filled with genuine worry, his hands gently cradling your face as he tried to assess your condition.

You forced a weak smile, trying to make Max feel a little more at ease about the situation. ‘’I… I had a bit too much to drink. I’m sorry, Max. I didn’t mean to worry you.’’

His eyes saw straight through you, his gaze piercing into yours, his worry transitioning into a mix of frustration and tenderness. ‘’You should have known better, y/n. Drinking yourself into this state… it’s not like you.’’ His words were filled with disappointment, and you felt a stab of guilt pierce through your already shattered heart.

He helped you sit up and handed you a glass of water, his touch gentle, but you felt every nerve on your skin tingling with his touch. You couldn’t help but feel the weight of his disappointment, causing you to feel even more ashamed of what you had managed to get yourself into. It was as if your actions, your decisions to drink more alcohol than you could consume to keep a somewhat sober state, caused your friendship with Max to become even more tensed.

‘’I know,’’ you whispered, avoiding his gaze as you took a sip of water, hoping it would wash away not only the physical effects of the alcohol, but also the mistakes you had made. ‘’I’m sorry, Max. I didn’t mean to disappoint you.’’

His expression softened a little, but the tension remained. ‘’You didn’t disappoint me,’’ he whispered, his voice filled with a mix of genuine concern, but also a slight frustration. Was he frustrated with himself for making you feel as if he was disappointed, or was he frustrated with you, for putting yourself in this kind of state?

‘’I’m just worried about you, y/n. You mean a lot to me, and seeing you like this… it hurts.’’

The honesty in his words made you tear up, tears welling up in your eyes. You had been longing for a moment like this, a chance to be vulnerable with Max, but not like this. ‘’Why did you let yourself get this drunk, y/n, you’re never drunk, you hate being drunk.’’

You knew he was right, and that made you feel even worse, because he knew you so well, your friendship had grown into such a big thing, that you feared breaking it. You were scared of crossing that thin line, and losing Max, both as a friend, and possibly something more than that.

But you knew you had to spill the words, because the pain of keeping your feelings bottled up was becoming unbearable, even if the fear of rejection still lingered.

‘’I…’’ You started, trying to one by one collect the words, the words that would cause either a lot of damage, or a lot of relief. ‘’I’m sorry for everything. I just can’t hide it anymore. I’m sorry for hiding my feelings, for not being honest with you. I… I love you, Max. I’ve loved you for so long, and it’s tearing me apart. I thought maybe if I’d get wasted, I’d stop the pain in my chest, at least for this evening. Because I couldn’t bear it anymore, it hurts.’’

The room fell silent as your confession hung in the air, the weight of your emotions suffocating you. Max’ eyes widened, his gaze searching yours as if trying to decipher the truth behind your words.

‘’Y/n,’’ he whispered, his voice barely audible. ‘’I… I had no idea.’’

This could go two ways, and that mixture of hope and fear filled you up, danced within you as you waited for Max to speak again, you had to know if he felt the same way. But before he could respond, a voice broke through the tension that had been built up, slicing through the moment of vulnerability you were in right now.

‘’What’s going on here?’’ Daniel’s voice boomed from the doorway, his eyes filled with concern and confusion as he took in the scene before him.

You quickly managed to stand up, your hand rising to wipe the tears that were on your skin, the rawness of your emotions leaving you in a horrible situation right now. Max stood up as well, his gaze shifting between you and Daniel. He was lost for words, and it was evident on his face.

‘’Daniel, I…’’ you began, struggling to find the right words, how were you going to explain to him that you just confessed your feelings to one of his best mates? You didn’t have to, because your brother held his hand up, cutting you off.

‘’Not now,’’ he said firmly, his voice filled with a mix of protectiveness and disappointment. ‘’Y/n, let’s get you to bed. We’ll talk about this tomorrow.’’

And so, days went on, you explained Daniel you just drank a little too much, and that Max was there to bring you home, and waited till he would arrive home so Max could go to his own apartment. You hated lying to your brother, because you two were so close, and you felt as if the tension with Max now also elongated to you and your brother.

It was race weekend, yet again, and you and Max had avoided each other the entire week already. You never received an answer from him, after you poured your heart out, explaining to him you had been in love with him for a while now.

Every time you saw Verstappen in the paddock, you felt a pang of regret, wishing you had never revealed your true feelings. Those once unspoken words were better than the distance the two of you had now, the pain of those unspoken feelings was better than the pain you felt every time you saw the Dutch man.

It became harder to pretend everything was normal when the truth hung in the air, casting a shadow over your interactions. The once vibrant friendship between you and Max seemed to fade, replaced by awkward glances and strained conversations. The pitlane, once a place of excitement and joy, now felt suffocating, reminding you of what you could never have. Max.

As the season progressed, you found your strength in supporting your brother at Alpha Tauri and throwing yourself into your studies. You buried your emotions deep within, trying to move on from the pain of rejection. But no matter how hard you tried, thoughts of Max lingered the corners of your mind, constantly reminding you of those words that were no longer unspoken.

Months passed, and the distance between you and Max only grew wider. The dynamics within the team had shifted, mostly because Daniel was no longer in the same garages as Max was. This made you feel like an outsider, looking in. The once close group Daniel would bring you along in, was now separated, fragmented, and you longed for days when everything was simpler, when your love for Formula 1 brought you together rather than tearing you apart.

One evening, as you sat alone in Daniel’s apartment, as he was in Italy for some meetings for Alpha Tauri, you received a text message from a not unknown number. Curiosity and a glimmer of hope filled your heart as you read the words on the screen.

‘It’s Max. Can we meet and talk? I need to apologize.’

Your heart raced with a mix of anticipation and anxiety. You agreed to meet him the next day at Daniel’s apartment, knowing your brother wouldn’t be home this week anyways. He gave you full responsibility for the apartment.

When you opened the door and saw Max standing there, you couldn’t help but notice the weariness in his eyes. He looked nervous, his usually confidence replaced by vulnerability. As he walked inside the apartment, he sat down after you gestured for him to take a seat on the sofa.

‘’I’m sorry, y/n,’’ he began, his voiced laced with regret. ‘’I didn’t handle things well after you confessed your feelings. I was caught off guard, and I didn’t know how to respond. I let our friendship suffer because of it, and I’m sorry.’’

You sat up straight, taking a deep breath to maintain your somewhat calm heart. You had missed the connection you once shared with him, and hearing him acknowledge his mistakes brought a sense of relief. Even though your feelings for him were still very much apparent, you’d rather deal with that pain, than the pain of never seeing him again.

‘’I understand,’’ you whispered, your voice filled with a mixture of pain and forgiveness. ‘’It’s not easy for either of us. I never wanted to jeopardize our friendship, but the feelings became too much to bear.’’

Max reached across the couch and gently took your hand in his, a glimmer of hope shining in his eyes. ‘’I’ve been doing some soul-searching, y/n. I realised that I’ve been pushing my own feelings aside because I was afraid of losing what we had. I guess you just had more balls to admit it, which made me think.’’

Your heart skipped a beat, hoping flickering within you. ‘’What are you saying, Max?’’

He took a deep breath, his grip on your hand tightening. ‘’I’m saying that I’ve come to realise how much you mean to me. I’ve been blind to the love that’s been right in front of me all this time. I don’t want to let fear hold me back anymore. I want to give us a chance.’’

The emotions you were feeling at this moment were all over the place – joy, relief, and a renewed sense of hope. The pain and regret that had haunted you for so long began to dissipate, replaced by the possibility of something beautiful.

‘’I want that too, Max. I’ve been forcing myself to get a grip and end my feelings, but I couldn’t. I’ve never stopped loving you.’’

In that moment, the weight of unspoken words lifted, and the hand Max was holding a few seconds ago found itself at his cheek. His hands slowly moved from your arms to your cheeks, pulling your face closer to his.

‘’May I?’’ He whispered, his voice so delicate, gentle, barely above a whisper. You always imagined your kiss with Max to be out of this world, but the tender feeling of his lips, the smell of his minty breath and his hands caressing your cheeks as if you were a porcelain doll were more than you could ever imagine.

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epicbuddieficrecs · 5 months

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Buddie Christmas 2023 fic rec!

Merry (late) Christmas everyone! I thought I'd gather all the Christmas-themed fics I've read this year into one rec for you guys :)

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Here Where We Should Be (Kiss Me, It’s Christmas) by allisonRW96/ @homerforsure (Christmas, Getting Together | 5K | General): It’s Christmas and Eddie decides he can’t possibly wait any longer to start kissing Buck.

Keep My Heart Warm In Yours by callmenewbie/ @callmenewbie (Christmas, Post-S6, Getting Together | 18K | Mature): Christopher decides that he wants to go skiing, Buck makes it happen and the cabin at the foot of the mountains turns out to be quite the romantic backdrop for their little getaway.

Hiding the Christmas Present (of You and Me) by Princessfbi/ @princessfbi (Christmas | 7K | General): Buck thought he was going to spend Christmas alone. His family decides to correct that assumption.

give it to someone special by rainbow_nerds/ @rainbow-nerdss (Canon Divergent - Different First Meeting, Christmas | 12K | Mature): Buck and Eddie meet at the airport after their respective girlfriends live their Hallmark movie dreams and dump them right before Christmas.

Christmas Lights by ZainClaw/ @zainclaw (Established Buddie, Christmas | 1K | Teen): “What are we looking at?” Eddie asks, his voice slightly muffled from where his cheek is resting against the top of Buck’s head. “The lights.” “Okay,” Eddie hums. “And what do we think about the lights?”

Pining. Get it? Like the Tree? by littlechivalry/ @jonlybonlyfromboldlygo (Christmas, First Kiss | 2K | General): Buck likes Christmas. Well, he likes the idea of Christmas. Loved ones getting together. Generosity. The magic of the season. It's wonderful. The reality however, or at least the reality he's experienced? Not so much.

all I want for christmas by smilingbuckley/ @smilingbuckley (Christmas, Getting Together | 7K | Teen): Eddie has to work Christmas Eve and asks Buck to take him to the Buckley-Han Christmas dinner. Buck is happy to spend Christmas with Christopher, but being with his parents dampens the mood. It makes it worse when his mother questions his place in Christopher’s life. Luckily, Christopher knows Buck enough to see him hurting and has a plan to make him feel better. To show him who his real family are.

baby, you never lookеd better than you do in that ugly Christmas sweatеr by wikiangela/ @wikiangela (Christmas, Getting Together | 7K | General): Buck mentions he always wanted his family to wear matching Christmas sweaters, but never got it - Eddie takes matters into his own hands.

and i feel just like i want to kiss you underneath my mistletoe by oklahoma/ @malewifediaz (Christmas | 9K | Teen): 5 times the team tries to get Eddie and Buck to kiss under the mistletoe and the 1 time they do. Kinda.

You and Me Here (underneath the mistletoe) by Bob_loblaws_lawblog/ @buddierights (Christmas, Getting Together | 6K | Teen): It’s fine. It’s just a kiss under the mistletoe. It’s a Christmas tradition, and in this case, just a joke. Not a big deal. He can play along – his only other choice is being weird about it, which sounds too much like revealing his feelings.

Home is Just Another Word for You by Bob_loblaws_lawblog/ @buddierights (Christmas, Different First Meeting AU | 10K | General): Eddie misses his flight home to his son on Christmas Eve, and just so happens to get stuck with the handsome man who sprinted across the airport with him.

Packing Light by devirnis/ @devirnis (Last Holiday AU, Christmas | 32K | Teen): The discovery that he has a terminal illness prompts Buck, who has been stagnating as a sales associate at Kelly’s Department Store, to withdraw his life savings and jet off to Europe. There, he lives like a millionaire at the luxury hotel where his sister works. The only one missing from his new life is his coworker and longtime crush, Eddie Diaz.

The Diaz Christmas Experience (series) by smilingbuckley/ @smilingbuckley (Christmas, Getting Together | 4 works | 26K | Complete): Or: a fluffy Christmas story where Buck gets to experience The Diaz Christmas spectacle

merle said mama tried, but the prison still won by oklahoma/ @malewifediaz (Christmas, Getting Together | 3K | Teen): Eddie goes to (mall) jail.

Of Love, Hospital Jitters And Christmas Lights by callmenewbie/ @callmenewbie (Established Buddie, Hurt Chris | 6K | Teen): Eddie and Buck end up in the hospital waiting room a few days before Christmas

all i want for christmas by lemonzestywrites/ @lemonzestywrites (Christmas, Proposal | 3K | Teen): Eddie decides to finally pop the question to Buck, but his proposal doesn’t go quite as he planned.

'tis the damn season by spaceprincessem / @spaceprincessem (Post-S5, Christmas, Getting Together | 7K | Teen): Eddie asks Buck to the Holiday Fireman's Ball. It goes so much better than he could ever imagine

there you are, sweetheart by oklahoma / @malewifediaz (Christmas, Getting Together | 3K | Teen): Over Christmas hot chocolate and silly banter in the kitchen, Eddie tells Buck he loves him.

You Ring, I Drool by callmenewbie/ @callmenewbie (Christmas, Getting Together | 8K | Explicit): 5+1 times Buck reminds Eddie of a dog // alternatively; the one in which Eddie accidentally conditions Buck to beg for treats

i love you best when you're just yourself by oklahoma/ @forthewolves (Established Buddie, Christmas | 2K | Teen): Buck’s having trouble picking out the perfect tree for his first Christmas with Eddie and Christopher as Eddie’s boyfriend. Eddie puts those worries to rest quickly.

If This Is What The Season Is Bringing by callmenewbie/ @callmenewbie (Post-S6, Christmas | 2K | General): Buck and Eddie made a promise after Eddie decided to leave the 118 and they finally make good on it this Christmas.

🔥 Goodwill is Sent in Snapshots (You Only Get the Full Picture on Return) by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels/ @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels (The Holiday AU | 14K | Mature): When both Evan Buckley and Chimney Han are dumped at the start of December, they decide to swap houses - with each other. A nice two weeks in a different location will be a great unconventional Christmas. Certainly not anything life changing. Then Buck meets Chim's next-door-neighbor, and Chim meets Buck's apartment-crashing sister.

you’re everything that I want, but I didn’t think I’d find by Daffi_990_ao3/ @daffi-990 (Post-S6, Proposal | 2K | Not Rated): Eddie is so in love and proposes to Buck on Christmas Eve. (sequel to come close, let me be home)

i just want you for my own (more than you could ever know) by lecornergirl/ @clusterbuck (Christmas, Getting Together | 1K | General): Eddie bites down on the urge to say I remember everything you say, because that’s not the kind of thing you tell someone in the middle of a Christmas party at your captain’s house. He’s a little concerned it makes him seem like some kind of unhinged stalker. He’s not. He’s just desperately in love with his best friend. Which is where the regrets come in, because Eddie is very very sure that mistletoe and unrequited love is not a combination that’s worked out well for anyone, ever.

may these memories break our fall by heartbeatdiaz/ @loserdiaz (Canon Divergent, Married Buddie, Amnesia | 6K | Teen): or: eddie is a soldier coming home for christmas, he wants to surprise his husband and son for the holiday but things don't go as planned.

WIP

They don’t know (your name is already mine) by thewolvesof1998/ @thewolvesof1998 (Post-S6, Secret Relationship, Hurt Buck | 3/4 | 7K | General): Buck gets in a car accident on Christmas Eve Eve and the only ID he has on him is Eddie's dog tags. A case of mistaken Identity, a trip to the hospital and a Christmas Surprise.

#buddie #epic buddie fic rec #buddie fic #buddie fanfiction #buddie fic rec #buddie fanfic #911 fanfic #911 fic #911 fanfiction

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kitorin · 9 months

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journal.

in which, itoshi rin's midnight writing exposes what he's kept concealed from you.

contents. itoshi rin x reader, 2.878 k words, fluff, angst (in the past), itoshi backstory spoilers (mixed with a few headcanons), 1st person rin pov for a bit (journal entry), regular highschool au

a/n. is this my best? no. but is it the best i have for today? yes. happy birthday to rin <3 after assignments are done i'll definitely rewrite this (i gave up on proofreading)

10 / 09 / 2023 : SUNDAY, 12:04 am - 3:21 am

Solitude has never been a foreigner.

In fact, he's quite a familiar individual, an old companion that never seems to leave.

Even before Nii chan left for Spain, solitude was still there for me. During class I wouldn't utter a word to anyone else unless necessary, and contrariwise for said classmates. People still spoke to me; just not to the extent that they'd know what my favourite foods were, or what I liked to watch in my free time, not even bothering with it. I've never been invited to hang out with anyone after school, or been to someone else's house (not that I particularly cared, I was just sure that I was the only one).

But I was okay with it. I didn't want, or need anyone else when Nii chan bought me ice blocks, giving me the bigger piece as we'd watch the sun's warm hues bleed into the sky; the saccharine iciness contrasting how warm is was to be swallowed by sunlight together. Dad took us fishing a lot, he's always been well acquainted with the sea, taking us to locations well populated by bream; my favourite. On our way home we'd harvest kelp (Nii chan likes it in rice, salted) and take photos together on our yacht, admiring how the sun greets the world farewell, sinking into the aquamarine. Mum makes amazing food, I'm constantly astonished at how she manages to memorise every preference, from my love for ochazuke to being able to pour the perfect amount of tea; the rice never becomes too soggy (even I can't pour the exact amount I like). Solitude was close to me, but my family were closer.

There's a lot I could say about them, they've done more than remember what I love and ensuring I was happy; I'm thankful they've delivered the right for me to be comforted, to have a shoulder to cry on, to be able to freely ramble on about whatever fascinated me.

I've always been happy, even if I'm alone outside of the walls I call home. Because whether I laughed my heart out or sobbed to the point I couldn't form a coherent sentence, I'd always come home running to my family. Nothing can beat dinner; where we all relish mum's food, ask each other about our days' and offer solace or advice when necessary.

I miss that. Terribly, to the point my heart aches.

I knew that Nii chan's departure to Europe (Spain, to be exact) would change a lot. I'd have to score without his guidance, walk home alone and buy my own popsicles. Dinner time would have one less soul to laugh with, and home would have one less to embrace.

I just never expected it to be painful change. I never predicted that his return would result in losing us entirely. I didn't think his homecoming would cause my immortal resentment towards the snow, or how my eyes prickle a bit at the mere thought of an ice block. I'd say it was the worst thing that had ever happened to me, separation from him following it on the list of my worst experiences.

Solitude avoided me at home, but wasn't enough.

One time on the way home, I was overhearing the team's conversations (nothing particularly new really) and it was a discussion about the future. It was honestly surprising to find out only some of us intended to become soccer players; Nagi would rather stream or compete in professional gaming, Kurona wants to study marine biology in uni, and Yukimiya wants to give acting a go along with his modelling career. Even Isagi has a plan for if professional soccer isn't an option. He said he wanted to help others achieve their dreams if he fails to do so himself.

I remained silent as always, but had a lot more thoughts racing through my mind. Retreating to my room immediately that night, my first thought was to lie in bed, to neglect the clips I planned to analyse, to ignore muscle training for today and to slack off a bit. That's when I realized how sad the life I was living. I was sad because I was reminded of my reality.

I'm a mere myriad of distinguished achievements, though a hideous attempt of replicating genius Itoshi Sae. I'm a collection of formidable accomplishments, basking in the spotlight of glory and honour. The trophies and awards adorning my room prove it, standing tall with pride and flaunting my hard work.

That didn't mean anything. I had remained in a constant cycle of training, eating, and sleeping. My teammates were just as ambitious yet still worked hard on other things; Yukimiya enjoys modelling and Reo has a passion for economics, That must've been where I was lacking.

That's how I ended up writing again. It was an attempt to break out of this cyclical torture of constant training and sports.

I don't know how I remembered it, but I found my notebook from primary, all the stories messily scrawled yet legible. Scarlet adorned narratives birthed from child-like imagination, eulogising the prose, even though I almost flinched out of embarrassment.

Flipping through the pages, I had found the paragraph my teacher left me, insisting that I keep writing. Obviously, I never did. After getting into soccer I ignored everything school related, and would've found words on a page foolish anyways.

Many years later, I finally followed that advice.

The end result wasn't pretty. I paused a lot, struggled a lot, and almost gave up, a lot. It may have been hideous, but it was mine. A piece birthed from curiosity and memories from the past turned into another attempt. Another attempt morphed into extensive reading, I wanted to observe what was considered worthwhile or meaningless.

Writing rewove the early nights into late night reading, fully immersed in the author's thoughts translated into prose. Reading was the push to giving academics a go. Academics pulled me out of the endless cycle of soccer, there was more to life than training and diet regulation.

Books I can read. Words I can write. Exams I can study for and sports I can practice. Weights I can lift and competitions I can train for.

But to be loved, is so difficult.

It's not like an exam that you can study for and simply memorise the answers to. Or a match that has the security of a referee and reinforced rules. It's not something that can be guaranteed with a mentor.

People treat Isagi to his favourite whenever he has a bad day (he likes kintsuba). People advocate their favourite novels to Yukimiya and Chigiri, even going as far as memorising their preferences to curate their recommendations flawlessly. It must be nice, for someone to invest that sort of effort in you, even if it's simply remembering a hobby.

As my peers savoured the allure of love, estrangement and desolation constantly haunted me; a pest habituating the sleepless nights where I try to escape with a cup of coffee that's long gone cold.

It's lukewarm, praying for another's attention, care and love, to be hungry for one's time. I pathetically plead whoever manipulating my fate to provide me some sort of human connection. I shouldn't be so hopeful of others, yet I find myself dying of curiosity; what would it be like for someone to remember my birthday? Or tell me about the horror movie they adored?

I despise solitude's clinginess. But I hate how it makes me sob endlessly when no one watches.

I have myself. I have my thoughts which I've transcribed to oeuvre. I have the pile of books resting on my bedside table which sleep alongside with me. I have the trophies and awards I've won, I'll always appreciate my own talent and diligence, even if playing soccer brought me so much pain.

I think I'm somewhat pretty. I find my prominent eyelashes special to me, it's something unique to both me and Nii chan. My physique isn't too bad, either. I like the way my legs look, and my shoulders as I dry my hair.

I've always been proud of myself. I've always been enough and I always will be. Just not for others.

That's why I never expected my bond with solitude to be severed so easily. Especially because of y/n out of all people.

I still don't get how it happened. The oblivion to their presence became a peculiar first impression. An odd first meeting turned into abrupt yet regular greetings amidst hallways. Soon, I was sitting with them in every class, passing notes during tedious lessons and discussing our favourite media on the bus ride home.

Before I knew it, passionate rambles about books turned into watching movies together in my room. Whenever they greeted me their friendly wave was replaced with a tight hug, passing notes in class were accompanied with subtle kisses on the cheek.

Our relationship as friends was reimagined to lovers.

Something must've possessed me to blurt out the stupid crush I had on them, and I thank whatever drove me to do that. As awkward as I was it doesn't compare to the skip of my heartbeat when they accepted my feelings.

It's been almost a year since I met them, yet I still feel hot whenever they hold my hand, and flush red at every compliment they whisper. I still find myself stuttering sometimes whenever they're showing me a new outfit they've styled.

I love the way they smile, the creases of joy that adorn the outer corner of their eyes, and how they squint with glee and the sweet, melodious laughter that accompanies it; how breathless they sound whilst laughing. The expression they wear when deep in thought fascinates me, even if it's midway through an exam or them simply observing a video Bachira sent them. I adore their late night thoughts they text me at 3 am, the fatigue itching my eyes seem to evaporate when I notice their name on the notification. I treasure the notes we've scrawled on spare sheets of paper, they're still in between the pages of my books.

Even now, they're sleeping soundly in my bed, arms wrapped around the plush I bought them; I keep getting distracted by the sight of them so relaxed, chest rising up and down with each breath.

I would die for them. Because now I don't need to pretend to be invested on my phone to look less lonely. Now, I don't need to put my bag on the seat next to me to make it look like I sit alone by choice. I don't have to persuade the teacher to let me do group projects alone, or have to observe others with jealousy. Someone defends me from disparaging comments.

Because now, I'm not alone.

7:15 am

THE ENTRY COMES TO AN END, AND EMBARASSMENT DUSTS Rin's face a faint tint of pink. His eyes avoid contact with yours— as he waits for your input his latest piece.

"Well? What do you think?"

You're not sure where to start. You've always known about his strained relationship with his older brother, and how his friendship with his teammates wasn't the same in the beginning. But he never explained it in detail; you wouldn't've guessed that he had some sort of chionophobia, or even cried because he felt so secluded from others. The thought of him concealing his tears and pain from the rest of the world made your eyes prickle and sends your heart racing miserably.

"Doesn't matter—" He reaches for the notebook, closing it and tossing it onto his desk. "Forget it, you didn't see anything." He plops backwards again, head hitting the pillow and groaning as he covers his face with his forearm. "It was shit anyways, I'll rip it out and toss it later."

"It wasn't."

Rin stays silent.

You lie down, mimicking his current position and cup his cheeks with your hand. "You'll never be alone again—, I promise you that." Your voice falters ever so slightly, the thought of his pain makes you feel weak in the knees and sick to the stomach. "You're more than enough, you always have and always will be. You don't need anyone's validation to be beautiful, you never did."

Rin sighs, "I'm only like that because of you." Yet something seems to throb in his heart, the small but overpowering part of him that insists he requires another's approval to be important— someone finally proving that wrong.

"That's not true."

"Yes it is, our classmates still loathe me, so do people who barely see or speak to me." There was no lie in that; but it wasn't Rin's fault. "Yoichi and the others only spend time with me because of you."

"I was only the push for them to speak to you, you know they've always cared, they were just too nervous to speak to you. As competitive as he gets, Yoichi really admires you, to the point he gets so heated and ends up rambling about your skills." That's a secret that was supposed to remain in your private messages, but Yoichi doesn't need to know.

Satisfaction momentarily appears on Rin's face at the thought of his rival's great respect, though it doesn't last very long.

"He's my teammate so it's expected... everyone I speak to at school seems to have something against me, even our English teacher." The mistreatment at school is undeniable, it's not exactly bullying but there's no respect or human decency in how people behave towards him.

"Rin, love, you've done nothing wrong, hate isn't always rational. There will always be people who can't stand seeing others more successful, and that's not your fault."

"Really?" His eyes light up; despite having a sophisticated and cold demeanour all the time, he looks like a child again, hope dances in his wide eyes.

"Really." Your fingers take advantage of the opportunity and pinch his cheeks gently. "Don't listen to all those stupid rumours and assumptions, idiot. I'd fight anyone who tries to hurt you and win every time."

When your fingers let go he immediately kisses you, and it leaves you breathless; the way he pulls you in flexes his well toned biceps and his hand supports your head.

"Thank you." Rin whispers, pulling away a bit. "Thank you for appreciating me. Thank you for everything." It's a rare occurrence for him to sound so frail, same goes for the tremble of his bottom lip.

"Of course, I love you more than anything."

"I love you too." It's escorted by a peck on your nose, and a soft expression sculpted on his face.

Before Rin can throw a blanket over the two of you again, you interrupt.

"You shouldn't throw that entry away." You still haven't forgotten his initial intention with it. "I don't get why you think it's shit."

"It's rushed. And it's just me waffling on about my feelings and the past. There's no proofreading, and it's rushed. It's not even complete either."

"That's the whole point of writing, no? It's the expression of our words and thoughts." You reach towards his desk to pick up the notebook. "Not everything has to be written in one sitting, too."

Rin doesn't bother stopping you from looking through the notebook at this point. "It's still stupid. It's just that I had the urge and motivation to write in the dead of night."

"Well. I like it."

Rin's stoic expression crumbles, revealing the bashful side he keeps concealed from the world. "Then that's good enough for me." The red on his cheeks tell you that you've won the argument.

You turn back to the entry page, impressed with his barely legible yet pretty handwriting. "You should've slept instead."

"I don't get tired anyways." He's quickly betrayed by the yawn clawing out of his throat.

"Liar. Why would you stay up writing so late... your sleep is important you know?"

"Because you are love itself. I won't get a wink of sleep if it means I can think and write about you instead." Rin's pulls you in again, tossing his notebook elsewhere as he leans in. "I promise I'll finish that entry, no— I'll write a book about you one day."

"Writing this, writing that, sleep first dumbass." A smile tugs at your lips as you pull Rin back into the position you were cuddling in a few hours ago. Even though you were the one who slept a lot more, fatigue itched your eyes, and a yawn spilled out too.

In response, Rin tosses a blanket over the two of you, whispering good night as you begin to nod off a bit. He should rest too, he has training tomorrow and has to go to the gym as well.

The Itoshi Rin from before would've slept immediately. In fact, he wouldn't've stayed up in the first place, let alone date someone. But the Itoshi Rin now instead stares at you, admiring each and every feature of yours. You're his savior, the luminescent moon irradiating his world, guiding him away from the grasps of solitude and embracing him with love instead.

Tagging: @yuzurins (yumi you inspired this fic btw lol)

#blue lock #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #bllk #fluff #itoshi rin #itoshi rin fluff #itoshi rin x y/n #itoshi rin x reader #itoshi #rin #blue lock manga #blue lock rin itoshi #blue lock rin

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celinin-archive · 2 years

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Exclusive, Celestino Vietti: “I want to become like Bagnaia”

The interview to the Piemontese: “My future? On track, maybe in MotoGP, but no hurry. Valentino Rossi? He gives me the energy to win the Moto2 title”

“Look at how young Pecco was... I also was so much younger, I remember already looking at him with the desire to be like him”. In front of the pictures of his past, Celestino Vietti Ramus finds himself in front of a photo from 2013, with Bagnaia in the san Carlo Team Italia leathers.

Near him, two kids, one of them daydreaming of emulating the path of his fellow countryman Pecco: “I won the entrance to the paddock of the Misano GP thanks to a contest: I had to colour the livery of Pecco’s bike. My drawing was terrible...” remembers Celestino today. “I could have never known that a couple of years later I would have joined Bagnaia in the VR46 Riders Academy. He’s always been a model for me, we come from the same province, I took his same route”.

The goal of the twenty years old, today, is completing the work: Vietti is leader of the same Moto2 that Bagnaia won in 2018, with the same Made in Tavullia team, before getting to MotoGP. The big stage, where “Celin” would be able to find himself at ease, him who finds himself comfortable in his Coassolo – holiday destination for people from Turin – like in Tavullia, away from his family that he hasn’t seen in a couple of months. “Maybe this is the longest period I’ve been away from them, but I feel good here too. Who goes away from home young adapts better to places and situations. And it has also been my choice, I’ve been chasing a dream. But home is always home, and I miss my family”.

The World Championship makes you grow up fast, but if you add to it being away from home... “Yes, you grow up. You discover a lot of things, you have to make do: i lived the first period with enthusiasm, because everything was new. Now, when I get back from races, the first thing to do is the washing, and then getting everything in order. I’m a bit the “housewife” (laughs)”.

Are you a tidy person?

“No, and actually in the team me and Niccolò Antonelli compensate each other... but independence is important: you have your experiences, you learn a bit how to manage yourself, you learn how what seemed taken for granted, actually isn’t. And home is always home”.

But now you have your own house, in Tavullia.

“I bought a house, and I know that doing so at twenty isn’t common. I did it thinking and calculating that in the next years I will be here, I will train here. Let’s say, it’s an investment. Moving hasn’t been hard, in the end it’s been just a few meters”.

How is your typical day?

“The most difficult ones are those after travelling back from a race: doing the washing, grocery shopping, maybe going to the business consultant or something like that. And you also train a lot”

Then, how FP results suggest, waking up is always a delicate moment...

“(laughs) Let’s say that in FPs I find myself in bigger difficulties when I’m not immediately okay: I’m still ‘machine-like’, I’m working on it”.

You’re a race animal instead.

“Making a lot of consecutive laps helps me, because lap after lap I can shave a lot of little things working on my riding. During the race you can study your opponents better, that are maybe more explosive during FPs”.

You started with 70 points won from the 75 available in the first three GPs, then you went down. What happened?

“Maybe it comes from my ‘little’ explosivity. And in GPs outside of Europe, everybody goes in a bit blind sighted”.

But emerging when everybody is in blind sighted is a sign of talent.

“Maybe it is”.

Did being the rider to beat condition you or is it a pure mediatic suggestion?

“I don’t feel it a lot, even if I feel more watched and followed. The problem, for me, is dealing with difficult moments knowing I’m leading the Championship. In FPs I often told myself ‘no, I can’t be in this position’. I tend to blame myself when things don’t go well”.

Does Valentino Rossi’s advice remain the same, “always believe in it a bit more”?

“Yes, Vale motivates me. And above all else gives good advice. He watched me from the side track in Portimao, he asks a lot of question in general, he inquires. And then he still trains with us, and he’s always fast”.

Did you imagine being so high up in your second year of Moto2 already?

“No, I was picturing more difficulties. I was expecting the first podium and the first victory, yes, but not in the first attempt in Qatar”

Who’s the first rival for the title?

“Aron Canet, who’s my opposite: he’s super fast from the first lap of the weekend. He hasn’t won yet, but he’s good. Ogura always takes something home. And Chantra surprised me”.

How do you win a world Championship?

“Always getting to the finish line. Thing I didn’t do in Austin, where I also tried to manage a bit. Bad mistake”.

How do you position yourself in from of the new duality between Enea Bastianini and Pecco Bagnaia in MotoGP?

“it’s nice to see italians in front, in Le Mans we saw an exciting battle, unfortunately in didn’t finish under the chequered flag. I’m a bit on Bagnaia’s side, I’ll admit it”

What does he represent for you?

“He’s a great MotoGP rider, I saw him riding and ‘hitting like a blacksmith’ again also on the GP22, and it’s a sight for the eyes. Pecco has always been a model, he brought our territory in the bike world, he won a title, he is in MotoGP on the official Ducati. It’s impossible not to dream about following his steps”

You had another model-rider, in your family.

“My big brother Doriano started riding minibikes, and imagine if I, being much more vivacious than him (to not say something else), would settle for watching him. I’m happy for where he is, with Aprilia in the CIV’s superbike, even if the injury before the championship hasn’t helped him”.

Doriano and Celestino: will you be the third generation in the family business of repairing agricultural machines or will the rider career bring you somewhere else?

“He already works with dad: me and Doriano went to the same mechanic school in Turin. I also would like to carry on dad’s work, my uncles’, my grandpa’s. I admire Doriano because he works during the day and then he trains. It’s hard, he’s told me so, but he doesn’t want to stop. I think of him when I have some problem, maybe a lot of commitments, or I miss home, because I live a life I like, I’m lucky. And when I leave for a GP, I always do it willing, because I know that transforming a passion in your job is not for everyone”.

So you see yourself World Champion and then in the family business?

“That’s the plan, I’d hate to interrupt everything that my family has created”.

How far is MotoGP?

“It depends on how much we grow, and I don’t use the plural casually, because this is a grow path we take all together. With the Team Mooney-VR46 we win and we lose as if we were only one person. Saying all this, I wouldn’t want to make a too rushed transition, I’d like to get some satisfaction in Moto2 and to be ready for the moment of the jump”.

Do the rumours that picture you close to the top class influence you?

“No, I’m able to stay calm. When I hear people talking about certain possibilities, I think about it a bit, but I doesn’t interest me at races. And above all else I don’t change my way of doing things”.

2020 was the year of passing the maturità, 2021 accompanied you to buying a house: what is the big goal of 2022?

“Staying where I am now, until the end”.

Like Bagnaia did, some time ago, another torinese who left home as a teenager to move to Tavullia and carch a dream. Celestino Vietti Ramus has been ready to receive that baton for almost ten years. Since than picture with his role model...

#y: 2020 #interview

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permanentswaps · 4 months

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Golden Boy

Luca’s Perspective:

Stood outside the stadium in the blazing Marseille sun, Luca Rossi mindlessly scrolled through his phone. At 23, the Italian footballer was the golden boy of l’OM. He had worked since he was a little kid to get to where he was today. Constant practices, weightlifting sessions, and specialty diets, all designed to keep him in peak athletic shape.

All that work finally paid off four years ago when he got his lucky break at OM. Since then, he rose quickly to stardom and became a household name across all of Europe.

Although the stardom was great, it came a few obligations that Luca wasn't particularly fond of. Recently, an auction offering a fan the chance to spend an afternoon with him had successfully raised 5 million euros for charity. While he wasn't sure about the idea of spending an entire day with a fan, Luca at least appreciated the fact that the proceeds were going to a meaningful cause.

“Salut Luca!” Marc's enthusiastic voice called, prompting Luca to look up.

“Hey … Marc is it? How are you?” Luca replied, still not fluent in French.

“Yup! So cool to meet you Luca, I can't believe I won,” Marc beamed.

Luca smiled back, “The pleasure's all mine. Ready for a tour of the stadium?"

The two strolled inside where Luca showed Marc the warm up facilities and the locker rooms. Marc, in awe, said, "Woauh, its so cool to see all this. I've been following l'OM since I was a little kid, but I've never actually gotten a chance to be back here before."

Exiting the locker rooms, they stepped onto the pitch. A cluster of soccer balls stood in a neat cluster. Marc walked over and tapped a ball with the outside of his foot into the middle of the pitch. Without missing a beat, he swiftly stepped to the ball and smashed it into the back of the net, much to Luca's surprise.

Marc turned back to Luca, "Oh yeah, I play with my mates for fun all the time," he said. "We're definitely not as good as you though, haha."

Eventually, Marc and Luca finished their tour of stadium and then ventured out into the city for the rest of the afternoon. Luca, ever cautious about his celebrity status, threw on sunglasses and a cap to make sure he went unnoticed. Before long, the pair found themselves at a charming little café tucked away from the bustling streets of Marseille.

At the counter, Marc ordered a pastry and a latte before turning to Luca, "What about you, Luca? What are you in the mood for?" Luca lingered over the delectable pastries behind the glass case. "Anything catching your eye?" Marc prodded gently.

Luca shook his head with a faint smile, "No, I have a strict diet for most of the season," he said. "And even in the off-season, I don't really get to eat like that. I’ll just take an espresso."

Marc, sat down, sipping his latte. "There must be some perks to that, though. I mean, you're in great shape," he said, gesturing towards Luca.

Luca chuckled, "Oh, for sure. It's just that sometimes I wonder what it would be like to not have to worry about training, eat what I want, just hang out with friends."

"Oh, well, surely you get to hang out with friends, right?" March chirped

Luca's gaze shifted, "Well, yeah, but most of my friends are on the team. We never really get all that crazy, and we're always on the road. I feel like I've missed out on the normal experiences for guys our age."

A brief pause hung in the air before Marc, with a hint of hesitation, said, "Well, maybe I have a solution for you. Just promise not to laugh.”

Luca looked at him confused. “What if I told you we could swap lives for a bit?" Marc said.

Luca, eyebrows raised, chuckled incredulously, "Well I'd say you're crazy, Marc."

"Actually, I have a family recipe that we've passed down.” Marc explained “It lets people swap lives for a few months. I'd be happy to swap with you, Luca. It could be cool to play in the big leagues for a bit."

Luca, still skeptical, arched an eyebrow. "Swap lives? Come on, Marc, this isn't some movie plot."

But Marc persisted, and as they left the café and continued their stroll through the winding streets, Marc explained that his family had used the ritual for generations. Apparently it was meant to help the men is his family get to understand one another a bit better.

As the day unfolded, Luca found himself warming up to the crazy idea. Eventually, as the sun dipped below the horizon, Luca and Marc ambled back to Marc's apartment.

"Okay, Luca, the offer still stands." Marc said as he stood by the doorframe. "Its up to you if you want to swap."

Luca, yearning for a taste of ordinary life, agreed with a hesitant nod. The two made their way upstairs to Marc's studio apartment. It wasn't anything fancy, but he had a spectacular view right out onto the marina.

As Luca looked out the window, Marc stirred some herbs into a small glass of tonic. Handing the glass to Luca he explained, "This concoction has the right combination of herbs to facilitate the swap."

"The swap is temporary. You'll automatically switch back in two months … unless we break the conditions of the ritual," he said.

“And how would we do that” Luca said, looking at him inquisitively.

Marc replied, “Not a chance that this will happen, but if either of us orgasms while having sex with the other one, the ritual will seal us in our new bodies forever.”

Luca hesitated for a moment before looking back at Marc and downing the tonic. Marc explained to him it would take overnight to go into effect. The two eventually bid each other goodnight as Luca ventured back to his apartment.

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The next morning, Luca woke up to find a strand of dark hair in his eyes. "That's weird," he thought, "my hair isn't long enough for that."

As he stood up and surveyed his surroundings, the familiar setting of Marc's apartment dawned on him.Glancing at the mirror, he raised a hand to his cheek and muttered in a low voice, "Oh putain, c’est fou." The swap must have left Marc's language skills behind, he thought.

Luca hastily threw on some clothes and rushed downstairs to the neighborhood bakery. "Un pain au chocolat, s’il vous plait," he said to the woman behind the counter. He quickly took the pastry from the woman's hand. Biting into it, he savored the sweet taste of chocolate on his new tongue.

Suddenly, a series of messages from his mates interrupted Luca's chewing. "18h30?" the message read. They were inviting him to join a pick-up football match. Without hesitation, Luca messaged back, "Ça va pour moi." This could be fun, he mused. Just because he was taking a break from training in Marc's body didn't mean he didn't still want to play some football.

Later, on the pitch, Luca found himself amidst a flurry of activity as his mates showcased remarkable skills, racing around and executing swift passes. "Damn, these guys are fantastic," he thought. Marc definitely undersold them.

After the match, the group decided to continue the fun by heading to a local pub for a pint. Luca, still adjusting to Marc's friends, found himself immersed in lively banter and laughter. As the night dragged on, the pub scene transitioned into a bar crawl, with the group exploring different spots around town.

As the clock struck 3 am, the group's collective decision was unanimous – it was time for a late-night kebab. Standing on the street corner, munching on his greasy street food, Luca couldn't help but feel a sense of belonging with these newfound friends. He relished the ordinary yet extraordinary experiences that came with living in Marc's shoes.

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As the weeks unfolded, Luca seamlessly embraced the rhythm of Marc's life. The initial hesitation and skepticism melted away, replaced by a genuine appreciation for the ordinary moments he had missed as a football star. Marc's friends, once strangers, evolved into his own circle, and the camaraderie deepened with each passing day.

During a spontaneous guys' trip to Amsterdam for the weekend, Luca found himself immersed in the city's eclectic atmosphere. The winding canals, vibrant street art, and charming cafes provided a stark contrast to the football stadiums and intense training sessions Luca was accustomed to. Encouraged by Marc's friends, he even tried his hand at flirting with some locals they met at a quaint café. The subsequent rejection, initially surprising, became a novel experience for Luca. He chuckled along with the group, realizing that charm didn't work the same way in his new body.

One night, a little over halfway through the swap, Luca found himself in a bustling bar with newfound friends. The ambiance was electric, with enthusiastic cheers and spirited discussions filling the air.

They gathered around a large screen to watch the OM match. Luca, fully integrated into Marc's life, felt a surge of excitement. The pulsating energy of the crowd in the bar mirrored the adrenaline rush he was accustomed to on the pitch.

As he watched, Luca's eyes were fixated on the familiar jersey he once wore. Marc, in Luca's body, showcased skillful dribbling down the pitch, culminating in a spectacular goal. The bar erupted into cheers, the fervor of the fans reverberating through the air.

In that moment, a subtle pang of regret tugged at Luca's heart. Witnessing his own body, now controlled by Marc, achieving such a feat stirred a complex blend of emotions. However, he swiftly shook off the fleeting sense of longing, choosing to immerse himself in the camaraderie of the cheering crowd. "Allez Luca!!!" he shouted with genuine enthusiasm, seamlessly blending into the chorus of supporters.

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Marc’s perspective:

In the weeks following the swap, Marc embraced the rigorous training regimen that kept Luca as OM’s golden boy. The daily workouts, intense training sessions, and carefully curated diet plan became not just a routine but a source of immense satisfaction for him. Each drop of sweat, each ache in his muscles felt like a tangible achievement.

There were moments, after grueling training sessions, when Marc would find himself in front of the mirror, flexing his muscles with pride. The sculpted physique, a testament to his hard work, brought him a unique sense of fulfillment. Unlike his usual routine, Marc relished the physicality of Luca's training, finding joy in the tangible results reflected in the mirror.

The attention that came with Luca's stardom was an entirely different experience for Marc. Autograph signings, fan interactions, and photo requests became a daily occurrence. Marc found a thrill in connecting with fans and relished the adoration he received. Unlike the real Luca, who sometimes felt burdened by the spotlight, Marc reveled in the attention and recognition that came with being a football sensation.

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As Luca lingered around the bar in Marseille watching the post-match recaps, Marc was striding off the pitch in Paris. Having secured the decisive goal, Marc found himself engulfed by the jubilation of teammates in the locker room. The atmosphere crackled with elation and camaraderie. Within the joyous celebration, Marc’s eyes locked onto his those of his teammate Andrei'.

"That goal was a game-changer, my friend," Andrei said walking up to him.

Sly eye contact evolved into a silent understanding. Marc said leaning in, “Well you know, sometimes, the best moves happen off the pitch."

As the chaos continued around them, Marc and Andrei discreetly lingered, finding themselves drawn toward the privacy of the showers. Andrei, in a low voice said, "Ready for a different kind of victory celebration?"

The two men stood face to face, before quickly embracing into a deep and passionate, kiss. They hastily peeled off one another’s kits, before turning on the showers and tracing their hands across each other’s sweaty muscles.

Andrei slowly moved behind Marc, wrapping his hands around his waist and gently kissing his shoulder. Marc, lost in the euphoria of Andrei’s touch felt himself start to get hard. Andrei smirked, slowly getting onto his knees and taking Marc’s entire 14 cm member into his mouth without breaking his gaze. It wasn’t long before Marc shot his massive load, with Andrei greedily sipping every last drop.

“Keep playing like you played tonight,” he joked “and there’s more where that came from.”

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Seven weeks had passed by since the swap, and the novelty of living each other's lives had settled into a comfortable routine for both Luca and Marc. One evening, amidst the bustling city of Marseille, Marc's suggestion popped up on Luca's phone screen.

"How about drinks this week before we swap back?" Marc's text read.

Luca, excited to see his former self, confrimed. They settled on a cozy bar nestled in the heart of Marseille—a dimly lit haven where the hum of conversation blended with the clinking of glasses.

As they sat across from each other, a subtle tension lingered in the air, a mix of familiarity and the impending return to their respective lives. Marc, sipping on his drink, couldn't help but express his excitement, "You know, Luca, playing in the big leagues—it's something else. The energy, the crowds—it's like living a dream every time you step onto that pitch."

Leaning back, Luca smiled, "It sure is. But I think that playing with your mates might be just as intense. I’m not kidding when I say some of them probably could have gone on to the pros too.” He continued, “But I have to admit, while I like playing with your friends, I actually miss the intensity of the training and the team.”

As the night progressed, Marc, effortlessly charming, steered the conversation away from football. In a subtle shift of energy, Marc's tone became more suggestive, his eyes locking onto Luca's.

"There's something I want to explore before we switch back,” he said, biting his lip as he looked his old body up and down.

Luca knew exactly what Marc wanted. And with Marc’s newfound charismatic finesse, Luca could not resist. Eventually, the night led them back to Marc's apartment, where the air was charged with a palpable tension.

Amidst the intimate setting, Marc whispered, "I still want to swap back, but I need to know what it's like to have sex with my body."

As Marc's old body gently pressed him onto the familiar bedframe. A series of kisses followed, creating a warm sensation throughout his borrowed skin.

Meanwhile, Marc looked down at his old body with a grin. He spit into his hand before slowly sticking his finger into his old hole. Once Luca was relaxed, Marc ever so gently lined himself up and began thrusting. The strokes started out long and gentle, his strong hand firmly massaging Luca’s torso.

Marc grunts softly, “Oh yeah, how does that feel baby.”

Luca looks back up at him, helpless. “Ohhh it feels good,” he grimaces. “Just be careful, let me know when you’re getting close.”

Marc flips Luca over, positioning himself underneath his former body. Luca, now riding on top, makes eye contact with Marc, who moves to slowly tease and stroke his cock. Luca then leans down to kiss his former body.

As they embrace, Marc feels a familiar pressure build in his groin. In a split second, he thinks back over the past few weeks, the training, the fame, … the night with Andrei in Paris. As he snaps back to reality and looks back down at his muscular body, he knows his decision is made. Marc moves his hand up from Luca’s cock and slowly wraps his arms around Luca’s back. He quickly picks up the pace and holds his body down lightly as he shoots loads of cum deep into his former hole. The sensation is too much for Luca, who quickly, cums all over his former chest.

As the two come down from the glow of their orgasm, Marc smirks and says to a stunned and sad Luca, “guess I’m the golden boy now.”

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let-me-luve-you · 2 years

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Mint Greens and Unicorns

Chris Evans x Reader x Daughter

Summary: Chris’s daughter finds some socks for Chris to wear to a panel.

Warnings: I don’t think there is any except cuteness

A/n: my first Chris fic. I saw someone post this picture and the idea just came to me. Hope you enjoy.

Lunch with your family was absolutely amazing. Chris had been doing media for The Gray Man the past week and had barely spent anytime with you or your three year old daughter. But today was different. He had the day off before he had a panel and world premiere the next day.

Ryland was attached to her daddy. She was in his arms the entire morning and then sat in his lap during lunch. To say she missed him was an understatement. And you knew she was going to miss him a lot more when he traveled to Europe in a couple of days and the two of you went back to Boston.

When lunch ended, the three of you walked down the street to the car, hoping to get back to the hotel in time to take a nap before you went over to Scott’s for a small family gathering. You looked ahead and saw a small shop that sold clothes and thought why not stop in just to see what they had.

“Let’s go in here real quick.” You quickly detoured in without waiting for a response from Chris. You walked through the racks and found a couple of tops you wanted to purchase. Chris had set Ryland down and was keeping her entertained while also letting you know his opinion on the clothes you were looking at.

“Daddy look!” Your three year old said getting both of your attention as she ran away from the two of you.

“Ryland.” Chris’s dad voice came out as he chased her through the store. Ryland had stopped in front of a wall of socks.

“Unicorn,” Ryland pointed and looked up at her dad. Chris nodded and then picked her up to walk back towards you. “No! Unicorn!” She yelled getting upset.

Chris sighed as he walked back towards to the socks and let her look at each pair. She grabbed the unicorn socks and asked, “Can I have them?”

“Baby, these are for grownups. They won’t fit you.” Chris watched as the happiness left her face and tears gathered in her eyes. He always gave in some quickly because he never wanted his baby girl to cry. He sometimes regretted it but he didn’t care at that moment. “But let’s get the right size and Daddy can wear them. Would that be okay?”

She smiled and nodded her head before handing Chris the socks she had picked up. Funny enough they were his size. He smiled at her and walked back towards you.

“Find anything you want?” You asked as you headed towards the counter to checkout.

“Got me some new socks that our little stinker picked out.” He held them up for you to see as Ryland cheesed for her parents. You both laughed at her cuteness. “They didn’t have her size so I got me some.”

“We have children sizes in that pair if you are interested.” The young woman at the counter said. Chris nodded his head and followed her to the kids section he had overlooked. As the young woman head back towards you, Chris let Ryland help pick out her size before following.

“Now we can match.” Ryland smiled at her dad. Proud that they would be matching.

The next day, Chris had a panel in the late morning before he has lunch and prepares for the premiere. Chris’s team arrived at 8am to the suite to help him get dressed and ready. Chris’s stylist had laid out his mint green outfit with some light grey socks.

When no one was looking Ryland had laid the unicorn socks on his outfit. She was wearing hers with some jean shorts and a mint green shirt. She told you she had to change shirts once she saw what Chris would be wearing for the afternoon.

Chris went to the bedroom to put on his outfit and gave a small laugh when he saw the unicorn socks on top of the gray ones. He knew exactly what pair of socks were picked out to go with the outfit but decided against it to make his daughter happy.

When he walked out, Ryland ran to him, “Daddy! Daddy! We are matching!” Chris smiled as he picked her up and kissed her cheek.

“We sure are you goofy goober. Maybe if you ask nicely, momma will take a photo of us.”

“Momma, will you pease take a picture of me and Daddy?” She said giving you her best puppy dog eyes.

“Anything for my two favorite people.” You grabbed your phone and quickly took a few photos. Your favorite being Ryland kissing her Daddy on the cheek.

“I gotta get going baby, but when I get back, we can order all the room service you want and watch The Fox and the Hound. Sound good?” Ryland nodded before she was set down and ran to play with her forgotten toys.

“I’ll be back. I love you.” He whispered against your lips before kissing you.

“Love you too.”

A couple hours later, you were scrolling through Twitter and saw a video from the panel Chris was at. The caption saying, “Want to know why Chris is rocking some bright, awesome socks today?”

You clicked the video and the sound of your husband’s voice caught your daughter’s attention.

“Is that Daddy? I see?” She ran over and watched the video with you.

“My socks are pretty rockin’ aren’t they?” He said as he lifted his pant leg a little and looked at them. “My daughter actually picked them out. We thought they only had adult sizes at first, so we were just going to get them for me, but we were then led to the kid’s section and found her a pair as well.” Chris laughed as he told the story from the day before. “We are actually matching today. She has hers on and she’s even wearing a mint green shirt. She’s my little mini me and I couldn’t be more proud. I love her so much.”

“I love daddy.” Ryland said as she laid her head gently on your shoulder looking at her father with so much love.

After Ryland watched the video a couple of times, she went back to playing with her toys before she heard the door. You quickly grabbed your phone to video their greeting. She ran to Chris and he picked her up to give her a big kiss on the cheek. She grabbed his face in both hands and with a serious look that was filled with love, she said, “daddy. I love you so much.” And then she kissed his nose.

Chris smiled at her. You could see the tears of joy build in his eyes.

“I love you so much baby girl.” He kissed her nose back. “Thank you for matching with me today. We will have to do it again sometime.”

“We should match all the time.” Ryland’s mood changed to excitement and you and Chris couldn’t help but laugh as her sass came out a little bit. You ended the video, grateful you had captured that moment, and stood up to go greet Chris.

“Who wants some lunch?”

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reminiscingtonight · 2 years

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Flatline

Leah Williamson x Reader

Word Count: 5k

A/N: I think I got the timeline wrong a little bit but oh well, I hope y’all enjoy it anyways!

[WOSO Masterlist]

Following Tobin to Arsenal was never in your plans. Kelley had already gotten pissed off enough when you decided to follow her lifelong friend to North Carolina instead of becoming a Cardinal like her.

After graduating, you got drafted to the Spirit, instantly loving your time in the nation’s capital. Two years after that, your sister was traded to the same team and everything seemed alright with the world again. But after winning the NWSL championship, you wanted to try something new. An opportunity came knocking and you answered it with vigor. A week after the championship win, you’re on a plane to London, a shiny new contract with one of your dream teams in hand.

“Are you ever going to stop copying me?”

Tobin greets you with the biggest smile when she picks you up from the airport. You give Christen a brief hug before turning back to the other striker, sticking your tongue out at her.

“Hey, it’s not my fault Arsenal wanted to get a NWSL champion on their team.”

“And they got one. Me. I do have two of those, you know that, right?”

You narrow your eyes at her. “You know what I have two of too?”

It’s only Christen purposefully stepping between the two of you that stops Tobin from pouncing on you when you throw up two middle fingers.

Chuckling, Christen grabs ahold of one of your suitcases, leading you outside towards their rental. “Seriously though, how much shit did Kel give you for coming out here?”

“The most,” you sigh, thinking back to the mini tantrum Kelley threw when you told her about your new contract. “She couldn’t understand why I would cut our celebrations short by leaving right after we had our Thanksgiving turkey.”

You and Kelley had opted out of camp weeks ago, some family commitments occurring during the length of camp. She was balancing some things on her own plate and you wanted to focus on your new club team.

Despite all the grief your older sister gives you, you know she’s proud of you and supportive of your move over to Europe. Having grown up in Kelley’s shadow all your life, she’s always been the first to praise you for forging your own path in the same sport. When you got your first senior call up, she was quick to dissuade your fears about not living up to expectations. She was the first to celebrate with you when you scored your first international goal at the biggest stage, the World Cup. And she was your first call after you got the offer to go to England. Despite all the teasing and complaints, she pulled you into a big hug, pressing a kiss against your head and telling you she couldn’t wait until you came back home. “Europe won’t be ready for you,” she whispered, hugging you tight.

You left Georgia with misty eyes, heart already yearning for home before you even stepped on the plane.

Tobin and Christen drop you off at your new apartment, plenty of hugs and promises to meet up again soon from the LA native. Tobin simply waves and tells you she’ll pick you up for practice in a couple hours.

During the downtime, you get busy trying to make your place feel like home. You don’t get too far before your drowsiness gets the better of you though, and you quickly succumb to a deep sleep. When Tobin drives by to pick you up for practice hours later, you have to rush to make it out the door on time.

The two of you stroll up to practice late, the forward complaining the entire way. Apologizing profusely, you’re not even on the field for five seconds before a body is crashing into your back.

“Tar Heels back together!”

It’s only through pure luck that you don’t throw out your back when the added weight of Lotte sends you crashing into the ground.

“You’re still the most annoying freshman ever,” you grumble, brushing yourself off.

“Admit it, you missed me.” Lotte gives you a toothy grin that you can’t help but replicate.

Although the two of you only played together during your last and her first year at UNC, you grew to have a soft spot for the international player. When Lotte found out you were coming to Arsenal, she blew up your phone, beyond excited to be reunited on the field again.

You hum, trying to act as disinterested as you can. “As much as I miss running the beep test.”

Lotte’s face quickly morphs into one of horror and repulsion, but before she can protest, a raspy voice is calling out to the two of you.

“Fraternizing with the enemy already?” There’s a hint of amusement in the voice, and you turn around to see the brightest blue eyes staring right back at you.

At first sight, you’re stunned to silence. Leah Williamson. You’ve seen her on the other side of the field the past couple times your national teams played each other, but you’ve never been this close to her in person. Simply speaking, she’s breathtakingly beautiful. You have eyes, so you won’t dispute the fact that Leah Williamson is a very attractive individual. You just hadn’t realized how attractive she is until now.

“If she’s the enemy, what does that make Tobin?” Lotte jests, giving you a weird look when you don’t give the center back a response.

Leah’s smirk only grows when she notes the dazed look in your eyes. “The enemy. But just older.”

From the near distance, you guys hear an offended “hey!” from the forward in question, but to you it seems hazy, far away and impossible to focus on.

“Leah,” the blonde supplements, hand shooting out towards you.

Your eyes drop to the hand. You’re a bit embarrassed that your first thought is about how slender her fingers seem. It’s only at the nudging of Lotte that you snap back into focus, face instantly flaming red. You quickly grab Leah’s hand, giving it a firm shake. “Um, (Y/N).”

A fine eyebrow raises at your introduction, Leah’s smirk turning toothy and amused.

You swallow hard.

It only gets worse from there.

For the next couple weeks, every time you’re in the same vicinity as the English captain, you can’t seem to function properly.

The two of you work great together, all of your passes connecting on the field with fantastic results. But when you’re doing anything else, grabbing coffee with the team, participating in team bonding, literally anything that doesn’t involve soccer, your brain goes haywire and you just can’t seem to relax in the presence of the blonde.

Case in point, today, you and a few of your teammates decide to go out to the club. You spend the entire time on the opposite side of the room from where Leah stands. When she moves, you move. It’s not done purposefully. At least not at first. But every time you catch sight of her dazzling low cut top and those long legs of hers, you can’t think properly. Your brain shuts down and you have to physically force yourself to stop staring. So your solution is simple: avoid Leah at all costs.

Sometime during the night, after a few too many drinks, you get lost in conversation with Beth about some soccer game you watched the other day. With each sip of your drink, your awareness slowly slips away. When a perfectly manicured hand lands on your arm, you don’t react to it at first.

“For an American, you sure do dress up nice.” It isn’t until you hear the raspy whisper in your ear that you stiffen up.

Whatever Leah’s about to say next is cut off when you suddenly jerk back. “I gotta go pee,” you blurt out, quickly darting away from the defender

Leah’s left standing there, hand still raised and floating above the spot you just vacated. Her face instantly falls, eyes tracking your departure towards the restroom.

“Jesus, Leah, give the poor girl a break,” Beth laughs, clocking the way you nearly sprint out of the room.

“I don’t think she likes me very much,” Leah tuts, frowning slightly. Taking a seat, she stares dejectedly after the space you’ve left behind.

“That’s definitely not the problem here.”

Leah’s head whips to the side when she hears Tobin’s comment. “What do you mean?”

Tobin gives Leah a goodhearted chuckle. “I practically watched (Y/N) grow up. Trust me when I say she doesn’t hate you.”

“What, you’re saying she avoids me like the plague because she has the hots for me?”

Tobin shrugs her shoulders, but her face says it all.

Leah bolts upright. “Wait. She has the hots for me?”

The forward quickly exits before Leah can question her further. You’re like a little sister to her, so she doesn’t plan on fully spilling your secrets right then and there. If Leah wants to find out the truth, she can go confront you herself.

And confront you she does.

A few days later, Leah pulls you aside after practice ends early. You have plans to go explore some nearby cafes with Lotte, but a firm glare from Leah sends the younger girl away, leaving you alone at her mercy.

Heart nervously pounding, you can’t do anything but swallow at the thought of being alone with the defender.

In the beginning, Leah doesn’t say anything. All she does is fix you with a look, the only indication for you to stay put being the eyebrow she’s raising at you.

When the minutes pass, one minute into two, two into three, eventually she lets out a long sigh. “Okay, what did I do? Did I unknowingly insult you or something?”

You frown at the peeved look on her face. “Um, no?”

“You can’t even look at me.”

“I-- I can look at you.” Trying to prove her wrong, you lift your gaze.

Leah tilts her head at you and hums when your eyes meet.

You try your best. You really do.

The eye contact lasts no more than a couple seconds.

Nervously scratching your neck, you quickly avert your eyes.

“(Y/N)!” Leah huffs. When she stomps her foot in annoyance, you can’t stop the slight uptick of your lips. You have to pretend this reaction doesn’t make her seem more adorable.

Before you have a chance to say anything, Leah’s hand is shooting out again. “Just,” Leah huffs, gripping your jaw and turning you to face her again.

Leah’s lips are soft. Very soft. Hand cupping your jaw, Leah presses your lips together with all the confidence she has and you can’t do anything but helplessly grasp at the sides of her shirt. The second you feel her lips against yours, your mind goes blank.

Holy shit. Leah Williamson is kissing you. Leah Williamson is kissing you.

It ends way too soon for your liking.

Leah laughs at the dumbfounded look on your face when she pulls away. Biting the bottom of her lip, one of her fingers comes up to trace your own. She pauses, finger still lingering against your skin. “I like you and I think you’re cute. Go on a date with me.”

For the thousandth time today, you’re rendered speechless. Leah Williamson, asking you out? What universe did you wake up in this morning?

“Do you make it a habit to kiss girls before you ask them out?” you stutter out eventually.

Leah’s smile grows into a toothy grin. “Only those who refuse to look at me.”

You take a moment to try to gather your thoughts. But apparently it’s too long for Leah’s liking. Her hands slip downwards into yours.

“So. You, me, date at Nandos?”

Your heart flutters in your chest, but the smile on your face is a genuine one. “I dunno, are you going to order the plainest sandwich there?”

Ignoring the way you squeak in surprise when she pulls you towards her, Leah chuckles. “Oh yeah, I think the two of us will get along just fine.”

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When Kelley finds out you’re dating Leah, she can’t help but roll her eyes at you. “I send you overseas and the first thing you do is get yourself a girlfriend?”

You sit up, glaring at your sister through the small screen of your phone. “First off, you did not send me anywhere. I was the one who decided to play for Arsenal.”

“That’s beside the point.”

“Kelley--”

“The point is that out of all the girls you could date, you had to choose the captain of the English team? Where is your loyalty?”

Although she sounds accusatory, you know your sister’s just pulling your leg. So you decide to pull hers right back. “Flew right out the door the second she went down on me. Leah’s tongue? Top notch. Nothing like it.”

“(Y/N)!” Kelley screeches, pulling a face at you. “I don’t need to know that!”

From the background of the call, you can hear some of your national teammates dying from your comment.

“Wait, is that (Y/N)? Can I talk to her?”

You perk up at the sound of your best friend’s voice somewhere in the background of Kelley’s line.

“What, you lost her number when she left? You can call her yourself, you know.” your sister throws over her shoulder.

“Yeah, but you’re already on the phone with her.”

“Kelley, hand over the phone,” you tut, giving her your best puppy dog eyes. “Andi’s my Tobin. Let me talk to her.”

Your sister simply gives you a look. “Are you serious? You’re really going to pull that card on me? We’re all literally going to be in the same place in less than 24 hours.”

“Kelley,” you whine out.

“I cannot with the two of you,” she groans. Throwing her hands up in defeat, she hands the phone over to Andi.

When the Spirit captain pops up on the screen, your smile grows. “Sup dude, how’s it going?”

Andi carefully looks past the phone before returning her eyes to the screen. “Nah, you’re good. Kelley’s gone now.”

Laughing, you settle back against your pillows. “I can’t believe that worked. She didn’t hear us calling earlier did she?”

Andi shakes her head, hiding her laughter. Just a couple minutes before you dialed Kelley’s number, you had just hung up the phone with Andi.

“Devious. The two of you.” Sonnett appears over the shoulder of Andi, clicking her tongue at you. “I knew sending you to London was a bad idea.”

“Again, I made the decision to come here all on my own.”

You stay on the phone with your friends for a while longer. It’s passed along teammate to teammate as they keep you updated on the state of things at home. You’re confirming your flight details for later today when the sound of the door opening has you pulling your attention away from the phone.

Your face breaks out into a grin at the sight of Leah dressed in your hoodie and sweats, a bag of food in her hands. Leah did always pull off your clothes better than you did.

She makes it in just in time to hear Sonnett tease, “Admit it. Hot, blonde, defender. Leah’s me, but just British.”

Leah snorts. It’s at time like these that you’re glad your girlfriend’s not insecure. She takes the jest with good spirits.

You wiggle your eyes at Leah before dropping your eyes back down to the screen. “Wow, how did you know?”

Quickly darting across the room, Leah launches herself next to you, faking a gasp when she comes face to face with the other blonde.

“Wow, I feel like I’m looking in a mirror. Babe, please don’t replace me with her when you leave for camp.”

Leah’s comment draws a peal of laughter from Emily. “This one’s a keeper, (Y/N).”

When you hang up a couple minutes later, your sister wanting her phone back before she left for lunch, Leah is quick to pull you in for a kiss.

You smile into it, breaking the kiss prematurely. You pull back to see bright eyes staring lovingly back at you.

“Hi.”

“Hi,” she echoes, leaning in to press another quick kiss against your lips.

Eyes slipping closed, you pull her closer to you. “I could get used to this.”

It’s ridiculous. Not even a year ago you didn’t really know who Leah was and she didn’t really know who you were. But now all you want is to see her every day. Be with her every day.

Just the thought of having to be so far away from your girlfriend in a matter of hours is painfully excruciating. You have half a mind to call Vlatko and make up some excuse not to leave for camp, but you can almost hear the disapproving voice of Kelley vibrating through your head.

“Do you really have to leave for camp?”

You rub a finger against the pout on her face. “You know I do. Not all of us have the honor of being the badass captain who wins it all without putting much into practicing.”

Leah’s mouth drops open, feigning a look of offense. “Excuse you, I put a lot of effort into practicing. Being captain is a lot of work, babe.” Your mind immediately goes to the countless nights Leah has stayed up rewatching clips or calling people to discuss possible play fixes, really anything to ensure her team performs the best they can. She’s taken her role of captain very seriously and you’re nothing if not proud of how well she’s taken the mantle.

“Well I happen to think it’s worth the hard work. Captain Williamson is pretty sexy.”

“You’re sexy,” Leah shoots back, leaning in to kiss you again. Happily sighing against her mouth, you let Leah press you into the mattress.

Her lips travel to your jaw, wet kisses trailing its way down to your neck. You groan at a particularly hard suck, hands quickly coming up to grasp at Leah’s back.

Leah smirks against the side of your neck, and you have to fight to not shudder under her ministrations. “We might as well make use of our time before you go, right?”

When you’re on the plane back to the states a couple hours later, you do so with a pleasantly sore body. You’re wearing one of Leah’s favorite sweatshirts, something you snuck out of her apartment that will no doubt be noticed by the defender before you’re even halfway across the Atlantic.

When you finally make it to the hotel everyone’s staying at, it’s late in the night, most of the girls already settled in their rooms getting ready for bed.

“Hey roomie!”

You turn at the sound of the familiar voice, face brightening at the sight of Rose. “Rosie! How’ve you been?”

The brunette gives you a big hug when you reach her. “I’ve been good. How was your flight?”

Yawning, you tiredly rub at your eyes. “Long. Can’t wait to go to bed.”

“You’re lucky I swapped your key with Linds’. Sonny had, quote, ‘epic plans’ to prank you and I had a feeling you wouldn’t want to spend your night with her.”

You roll your eyes. “I’d like to see Son try her best.”

“Don’t encourage her.”

The two of you shuffle to your room in relative silence. Rose murmurs a few questions here and there, curious about your time overseas but still considerate of the jetlag clouding your system. You answer her questions to the best of your abilities, trying to stave off your sleepiness.

When you spot the empty bed by the door, you’re quick to fall onto it. Sleep comes in mere seconds, the last thing on your mind being an accented voice accompanied by an attractive smirk before you slip out of consciousness.

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A little over a week later, you’ve played your first friendly, another match scheduled for tonight. You’re stashed somewhere in the hotel, hiding from your friends as you try to get some one-on-one time with your girlfriend. Trying to call Leah has been a challenge so far. It’s either one of your friends trying to get you to go explore town with them or Kelley dragging you around to go hang out with her. While you haven’t minded the extra time with your friends and family, you haven’t been able to get more than five minutes alone to call Leah since you’ve arrived.

“I miss you,” you whisper, mindful of the hotel patrons walking past you every here and there.

Leah smiles from the other side of the facetime. “Me too. Just a couple more days though.”

You sigh, noting the bags under her eyes. This has been the longest the two of you have been apart since you made things official. You’ve spent nearly every night either at your place or hers, so not having Leah in your bed has been wreaking havoc on your sleep schedule. It’s clear your absence has been affecting your girlfriend too. “Have you been sleeping?”

The sheepish way Leah scratches at her neck tells you everything you need to know.

“Leah! You’ve got to rest!”

“I’m trying,” she huffs. “I would sleep better if my girlfriend wasn’t on the other side of the world.”

“You could always come here,” you lightly poke back, knowing very well that despite her clear schedule, Leah couldn’t make it to see your games. You had asked if she wanted to fly out with you back when you first got the call, but your girlfriend apologetically told you she had a couple appearances and meetings she couldn’t afford to miss.

Leah grumbles unintelligibly under her breath but still gives you a fond smile.

“Speaking of going places,” you squint, trying to make out the background of her call. It doesn’t look familiar to you and you rack your brain, trying to remember if Leah told you if she was going anywhere today. “Where are you?”

“Um, Beth invited me out, so I’m headed over to see her right now.” There’s something about the way Leah’s not meeting your eyes that makes you think she’s not telling the truth, but you don’t think too much of it, because in the next moment, you hear your name being yelled in the near distance.

Cringing, you fold in on yourself, hoping to make yourself smaller.

“Babe, what’s going on--”

“Found ya!” You jump when a hand lands heavily on your shoulder. Sonnett turns to shout over her shoulder, informing the other girls she’s located you. “Come on, we got places to go, people to meet.”

“I’m busy.” You glare at Emily, hoping to ward her away.

She simply rolls her eyes, plucking your phone out of your hands. “Hi Leah, you don’t mind if I steal (Y/N) away, do you?”

Leah looks amused on the other line. “No, go for it.”

“Son! Give me back my phone! Leave her alone.”

Sonnett cackles but keeps the phone out of your reach.

“I promise we’ll keep her safe and return her to you unharmed.”

“Son, I swear to god,” you huff, trying to wrestle your phone away from the defender. “Give it back!”

“Bye baby, have fun!” You glance down at the screen just in time to see Leah blow you a kiss before the line disconnects.

Grumbling under your breath, you elbow Emily in the gut. When she doubles over, you get your phone out of her grip.

Emily keeps you out and busy until it’s nearly time to leave for the stadium. You’re too busy complaining about your wasted morning and early afternoon that you don’t pay too much attention to the way your friend gives Kelley a thumbs up from behind your back.

When you change out of your warm-up clothes, you check you phone one last time before the game starts. There’s a message waiting for you. A simple [Go kick ass, you got this! ❤️] from Leah. You have a goofy grin on your face until Kelley’s pulling on your arm.

“C’mon, time to go.”

It’s a hard fought match.

No matter how hard you run, someone’s always there to stop you from making any meaningful plays. Each one of your attacks are easily defended by the other team. The only saving grace is that your defense seems to be on the same page, stopping their strikers before they can get a good shot on goal.

When the game’s still tied 0-0 in the 80th minute and the ball lands at your feet, no players near you, you take off. You streak towards goal, well aware of the defenders hot on your tail. Your nearest teammate is still a good ways behind you, so with no one but the goalie and a few stragglers between you and the goal, you fire a shot.

Your feet get taken out from under you the second the ball leaves your foot, but you keep your head up, watching the ball as it flies towards the net. Your shoulder crashes hard into the ground at the same moment the ball passes just over the reach of the goalie, burying itself into the back corner of the net.

Kelley jumps onto your back, screaming in your ear. You wince a bit when you get back onto your feet, but a smile lives dangerously on your face.

Momentum swings into your favor after that.

The other team doesn’t get anywhere near your goal. The midfield works overtime, poking the ball out anytime the other team gets their foot on the ball. You guys get close to scoring another goal a couple of times, but when the whistle blows nearly twelve minutes later, it’s still 1-0. You collapse onto the ground, spent but happy.

Andi makes her way over to you, grinning at your body sprawled out on the grass. “Hell of a birthday gift, ain’t it,” she jokes, referring to your lone goal.

Grinning, you take her offered hand, leaning into her side the second you’re back on your feet. “A pretty great one if you ask me.”

“Wanna see a cooler gift?”

Interest piqued, you follow the midfielder blindly. The two of you make your rounds, shaking the hands of your opponents and hugging your teammates when you come upon them, but you come to a slow stop when you approach your sister.

From across the field you can see Kelley talking to someone. From the back, you can tell the person is wearing one of your jerseys, your name and number staring right back at you, but that’s not what catches your eye. You’re sure she’d rather switch allegiances to the Spurs before ever touching your national team jersey, so the red and white Arsenal jersey paired with a familiar ponytail is a dead giveaway.

“Leah?”

The blonde spins around at your voice. You see the way Kelley’s grinning maniacally next to Leah, but your focus is on your girlfriend, mouth dropping open in shock.

“What are you doing here?” You gasp out.

“Did you seriously expect me to miss your birthday?” Leah grins, sauntering up to you. Her arms slip around your neck, pulling you in for a hug.

“How did you…” you trail off, heart bursting at the seams. You made sure not to tell Leah about your birthday falling during camp, not wanting to guilt her for not being able to be here to celebrate it with you. But here she is, looking a bit tired but still breathtakingly beautiful.

“You’ve got a sister who really loves you and friends willing to keep a secret.”

Your eyes flit to the side where Kelley’s still smiling at you. You can feel pinpricks of tears starting to form so you bury your face against Leah’s neck.

“God, I fucking love you.”

At once you freeze, feeling the way Leah stiffens at your words. Shit. You did not mean to say that out loud. The two of you have only been dating for a couple months now, and you’re well aware that it’s way too soon to be saying this.

But as the words settle on your tongue and hang in the cold air, you can’t lie and say it’s not the truth. All you know is that you’ve loved Leah for a while now and you didn’t want to downplay it anymore.

“I can pretend to take that back but I mean it,” you murmur, fighting the urge to run the other direction when you pull back.

Leah’s eyes widen even more at your admission. Seeing her reaction makes your heart pound harder.

Oh shit. Okay, wrong move then.

You quickly backtrack, more words spilling out. “It’s okay if you don’t feel the same right now, or like… ever-- You don’t have to say it back or anything! I just--”

“I love you too.” There are tears in Leah’s eyes when she says it, but there’s a smile on her face. She pulls you in for a kiss and you can’t do anything but melt into it.

“Oh gods, I missed that,” she whispers, pulling away to rest her forehead against yours. Your eyes open to see Leah already staring back at you. Grinning, her finger dips down to trace your lips as she did the first time she kissed you.

“So. You, me, date at Waffle House? It’s no Nandos, but there’s one a little over an hour away.”

Leah laughs, remembering her line from that day as well as you do. But whatever she’s going to say is drowned out when another blonde crashes into the two of you, throwing her arms around your shoulders.

“Yes! Count me in. Who’s driving?”

It takes both Leah and Kelley to stop you from wrapping your hands around Emily’s neck.

#leah williamson x reader #uswnt x reader #uswnt imagine #woso x reader #woso imagine #Ace writes

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Laver cup 2019 • Thiem vs. Shapovalov

Domi getting some of that Team Europe love😭❤️

#I LOVE HIM YOUR HONOR #Domi getting a warm hug from grandpa Bjorn first before rushing to his boyfriend...#then dad number 1 waiting with his arms wide open while dad number 2 softly stroking his head and shoulder pleASE #they both look so proud i'm sobbing #where the hell is uncle fabio??? 😭😭😭#i miss my Team Europe family...#also that little pat on the back from Roberto 🥺#my son gives the best hugs on the tour and i won't accept any criticism #laver cup #dominic thiem #roger federer #rafael nadal #bjorn borg #tennis

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Ghost and Doc (Simon "Ghost" Riley x F!Reader)

Masterlist

(Part Two)

You arrived at your building just in time it seemed. Your group, who you’d grown to call your family these past nine years, was gathered outside, holding a plaque. When you stepped outside your car, you were tackled by all of the men. You shouted at the top of your lungs for them to get off- because “You’re all fucking heavy, get off!” But it was all laughter.

“We’ll miss you here in third, Doc,” one of the other sergeants said while slapping you on the back. “Where do you want your plaque?” He was holding it out. It was made of wood, with your name, rank, and time within the group engraved through fire in the middle.

You shrugged, setting all of your bags down on the ground to look at it. “If you don’t mind giving it to the family next door to me… that’d be fine. They’re the closest to friends I have…” the entire team stared at you, all of them immediately flipping you off. “Except you assholes, geez.” You gave the plaque back.

For one last time, or not for a long time, you stood at attention towards Master Sergeant Ford and the Sergeant Major of the Army. You saluted them, and they saluted back. Once at rest, they patted you on the back and wished you luck.

The entire time throughout your farewell, your new commander, or captain, in this case, was standing and awaiting you to be finished. He was smoking a cigarette with one hand while the other was in his pocket. He put it out when you approached the vehicle, taking one of the bags from your hand. “Jesus, woman, what did you put in ‘ere?”

“Uniforms, medical supplies, some things so I can call my kid, oh- and a few guns and knives. Nothing more,” you said calmly back. You’d be honest in saying that you wanted to snap back to that, but considering he was the captain- it was probably not a good idea. “I can carry my bag, sir, if that’d make you feel better.”

He shook his head, waving your offer off with his free hand. “No need, sergeant. What you can do is drive us to the airbase. We’re flying to Europe so you can meet the rest of the team.” You nodded and pointed to an old blue truck parked in the back of the lot. “That’s your ride? Alright then.”

Your bags went back into the bed of your truck. You took the driver’s seat and your new captain in the passenger. Speaking of… “Sorry sir, never asked for your name.” You mentioned after starting the engine and getting on the road.

“Captain John Price, just Price, or Captain to you, sergeant.” He said while fumbling with a cigarette in his hand. “To let you know, there are two other Sergeants on the team- Soap and Gaz. They’ll give you their real names if it’s important enough, but we go by field names around here… except for me. I’m assuming you have a field name from your previous unit?”

You nodded. “Doc, sir. Nice and simple for my profession.” He raised a brow, saying nothing, so you assume you could continue. “There aren't a lot of women here, you and I both know that. Whether or not that’s just here in the United States or whatever… I worked hard to get where I am today- even if it was only for a medical position. Most of the time, my face was completely hidden in countries we went to because women couldn’t speak their minds there. I’ve been on the field, but I haven’t been on the field- only when it’s necessary. I’m a medic, that’s all. That’s why they call me ‘Doc’.”

Captain Price just nodded in response. “Doc, we'll call you then.” Then the rest of the ride was silent.

You slept through the entirety of the flight to Europe. The night before, you hadn’t gone much sleep- because you’d visited your daughter… not knowing it would be the last time for a while. Your dreams were about the last time you were in the field… it wasn’t pleasant because Captain Price woke you up by shaking your body.

“Doc! C’mon, time to meet your team!” Captain Price helped you up out of your seat. He had this look in his eyes, a question in them that wanted to ask, but he didn’t. “Grab your bags, then meet me off the plane. Your teammates are waiting for you.”

The bags were under your seat, secured. One went on your back, and the other two into your hands. You followed your captain off the plane quietly, thanking the pilots for the easy flight first. They nodded back to you, then went back to their conversation.

Outside of the plane awaited three men. All wore roughly the same ‘civilian’ outfit, you’d call it. Long sleeve shirts that were pulled up a little, revealing their forearms, a pair of cargo pants, and heavy boots. The only difference came with one of them, who was wearing a skull mask and black makeup around his eyes. You gulped at the sight of him.

“A woman, eh? Guess this team could use a little feminine touch,” the one with the sort-of mohawk laughed. You smiled lightly because it reminded you of your last team- ever the female jokes. “I’m Soap, but you can call me John if we’re not on the field.” He had his hand out for you to shake, and you did so.

“Doc, but you can call me (Y/n) if we’re not in the field,” you repeated back to him. He grinned and put his hand down, going to whisper something to the man in the mask next to him.

The next man brought his hand up. “Gaz, the team calls me, I prefer it over my name anyway.” He didn’t tell you his full, so you didn’t ask. You instead gave him your field and regular name.

Last but not least was the man in the skull mask. He loomed over you for a moment, examining every little thing around you before sticking his hand out, not before hearing a “C’mon, Ghost”. “Ghost.” You shook his hand and repeated back what you had told the other two.

Price clapped his hands together to gain everyone’s attention. “Alright, now that introductions have been done through. Soap, I want you to show Doc to her quarters. Then we’ll be meeting up in the team room for training, see what she’s got.”

Soap picked up one of the bags that you’d been holding before, throwing it over his back with ease. “Alright, Doc! To your quarters we go!”

(Part Three)

#mwii #simon ghost riley #ghost x you #ghost x female reader #simon riley x reader #ghost mw2 #john soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #captain price #alejandro vargas

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betty: brandt clarke

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when starting the school year, brandt assumed he would see you sitting with an empty spot beside you for him.

but he was wrong.

the spot you usually accompanied was empty and he assumed you were off sick today. and for the rest of the week, he just assumed you were sick seeing as he never saw you anywhere. but then again, how do you recognise someone who is actively avoiding you.

it wasn't until ethan cardwell mentioned that you were in his homeroom, that things made sense to brandt.

the young boy went home and began writing a letter to his best friend.

betty, I won't make assumptions about why you switched your homeroom, but I think it's 'cause of me

it was the end of summer break and one of the guys in your year held a party. one that you attended with brandt and some of your friends. the two of you were having a good time dancing around.

brandt didn't know what happened because one second he was having the time of his life and the next you were cussing him out with tears streaming down your face.

he couldn't remember who had their arm wrapped around your shoulder, but he remembered her coming over to him. her scent filled his nose and he immediately felt nauseous thinking of you

betty, one time I was riding on my skateboard when I passed your house it's like I couldn't breathe

it had been three months since you started avoiding brandt. he'd get weekly updates from his teammates who were still in contact with you.

one day, things got a bit too much. brandt had been worried about hockey, his draft year coming up and you.

he took out his skateboard, one he hadn’t used in a long time, and rode until his mind was clear.

well until he came across a house he hadn’t been to in a while.

his breath was caught in his throat as he watched you in your window. he noticed someone else come up behind you and kiss your cheek.

you heard the rumors from inez, you can't believe a word she says most times, but this time, it was true

the night of the party when you were on your way to the bathroom, one of your classmates stopped you. inez was one who knew everything so when she wanted to speak to you, you got worried.

“betty, i need to tell you that i saw brandt and audrey over the summer together. at first i thought it was a coincidence but then i saw your story in europe and when i looked up i caught brandt and audrey kissing!” she exclaimed.

tears began to fill your eyes and you brushed past inez towards brandt. you saw aurora lingering nearby and you saw red. you pushed brandt and cussed him out.

ryan grabbed your shoulder and pulled you away from brandt and drove you home that night. he stayed with you as you cried about your lost love.

The worst thing that I ever did was what I did to you

brandt remembered the promise he made to you before you left for europe.

you were to come back with your mind made up on whether you were willing to try be a couple.

he never meant to end up in aurora’s bed.

he never wanted to hurt you.

But if I just showed up at your party, would you have me? would you want me? would you tell me to go straight to hell? or lead me to the garden? in the garden, would you trust me if I told you it was just a summer thing? i'm only 17, I don't know anything but I know I miss you

it was now your birthday.

the boys on his team had spoken about being invited and ethan handed brandy his invite too.

ethan explained that whilst the two of you weren’t talking, your family missed brandt and this was the only setting you felt comfortable seeing him.

so brandt took it with a stride.

he’d always bought your birthday present and he had it wrapped and hidden in his room until your birthday.

brandt knew he messed up with aurora and he was going to do everything in his power to get you back

The worst thing that I ever did was what I did to you

but if I just showed up at your party would you have me? would you want me? would you tell me to go straight to hell? or lead me to the garden? in the garden, would you trust me if I told you it was just a summer thing?

brandt expected nothing less than your garden party for your birthday.

the sun dress you wore highlighting every part of you that he loved. it also happened to be the dress he picked out.

brandt waited until the party was in full swing before approaching you.

“hey, can we talk?” he asked softly.

you looked around and nodded, leading him up to your bedroom.

“this summer, i was walking home just thinking of you when she pulled up like a figment of my worst intentions. she said "brandt, get in, let's drive" and suddenly those days turned into nights i slept next to her, but i dreamt of you all summer long,” he rambled.

“you wanted to be with me, so why did you end up in her bed?” you asked.

brandt shrugged. “when she was driving me home, she let me talk … about you. she said she’d help take my mind off of you and i thought it would ease my pain but it didn’t”.

you moved your hand close to his as you sat on your bed. he was quick to intertwine your fingers and place a hand on your cheek.

“the only thing I wanna do is make it up to you,” he whispered.

brandt didn’t have time to think as you placed your lips on his. the kiss was better than anything he had dreamed of.

#brandt clarke imagine #brandt clarke fic #la kings imagine #nhl imagines #nhl fanfiction #nhl fic #nicohischierz writes

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My Captains Sister-Adam Fantilli

Chapter One

Summary: After returning from a study abroad Lucy Moyle develops a crush on one of her brother’s teammates.

Lucy Moyle had just returned to Michigan after spending the first half of her sophomore year abroad and could not be more excited.

She loved her experience and wouldn’t trade it for the world but she also missed her family including her older brother Nolan Moyle who is currently captain of the University of Michigan hockey team.

She came home mid December and spent the last few weeks with her family but with the second semester starting up it was time for her and Nolan to return to Michigan.

Her parents flew out with the two of them a few days before the start of the new year to help her move all of her stuff into Nolan’s house where she would spend the rest of her year living at and a few days later she was all set and her parents flew back home.

Nolan and her are pretty close and he too couldn’t be more thrilled to have his baby sister back in town and living with him.

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Lucy had just finished her last class of the day and begins walking back to Nolan’s house. It was about a 20 minute walk but she made it and notices a few cars outside.

She ignores it and walks inside to see a few guys sitting on the couch with Nolan watching TV she recognizes a few of them as Nolan’s teammates from last year but some are new faces.

“Hey Luce these are just some guys from the team” Nolan says when he realizes she’s come into the house.

“You know Keato and Ethan and Mark these are a few of of the freshman that’s Adam and Luca Fantilli and Gavin Brindley and that’s Rutger McGroarty” Nolan introduces while pointing out the freshman.

“Guys this is my little sister Lucy” Nolan says there’s a few hi’s and nice to meet you but nothing else

“Hey we’re just finishing up a game then we’re gonna walk to the sports bar and grab some dinner wanna join?” Nolan offers

“No thanks I got so much homework and I should probably work on it” Lucy says

“ok good luck on it” Nolan says as Lucy starts walking to her room and shuts the door.

Nolan takes a seat back on the couch next to Keato and Gavin.

“I didn’t know you had a sister” the oldest Fantilli chirps

“ya she just got back she was studying abroad last semester” Nolan says he gets a few nods and then looks over at a few of the freshman who are sitting on the opposite couch “but she’s off limits so don’t even think about it” Nolan adds in a more serious tone.

A few of the freshman nod and put their hands up saying they got it and Nolan accepts it and the group goes back to enjoying the game.

Near the end of the game Adam gets up to refill his glass of water in the kitchen and finds Lucy as she’s filling up her water bottle.

“Hey Adam right” Lucy says

“Ya that’s me” Adam responds

“Nolan told me you played on the world Junior team for Canada you got the gold right?” Lucy asks

“ya ya I did it was an amazing experience” Adam smiles

“that’s seriously awesome!”

“Ya and I heard you just got back from study abroad how was that experience?” Adam asks

“it was amazing we went to like 7 or 8 countries around Europe it was fantastic”

“what was your favorite place?”

“my favorite was probably Italy I loved the culture and scenery”

“Really cool I have family in Italy and we went to visit for the first time this summer” Adam tells Lucy.

The two continue in a conversation about Italy for around 5 minutes before Keato walks in

“Adam the game just ended you ready?” He asks

“Ya all set” He says

“it was nice talking to you” Adam tells Lucy then tosses his plastic cup away and walks over to Keato.

“Don’t get any ideas Nolan is really protective about his sister” Keato warns

“We were just talking about studying abroad” Adam says

“alright I’m just telling you” Keato says before they reach the rest of their group at the front door.

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The following weekend the Wolverines hockey team had a two game home stand against the Wisconsin Badgers which they won by 3 on Friday.

Lucy went to the game on Saturday night with a couple of her friends and after the wolverines won 7-2 her friends asked if she wanted to go to a party with them.

Lucy although not usually the party type agreed and headed back to their place.

She was already wearing a pair of black ripped jeans and borrowed and blue top from her friends before the headed out.

She sent a text to Nolan letting her know where she was going to and he responded with be careful. She rolled her eyes at his protectiveness and entered the party.

Her friends got her a truly and they all made their way to the dance floor. After about 20 something minutes Lucy had finished her first can and gotten another fruity flavored truly.

Half way through her second Lucy had started to feel the buzz kicking in and felt a little nauseous.

“Hey I’m gonna be right back” she told her equally drunk friends as she stepped off the dance floor.

She made her way closer to the drink table and steadied herself with the wall.

“Lucy you ok?” A voice asks her from behind she turns around and sees the youngest Fantilli standing their with a red solo cup in his hand. “Adam” She says

“hey” she continues

“are you ok?” He repeats

“ya ya I’m I’m great!”She tells him taking another sip of her drink

“are you here with somebody?” Adam asks

“ya ya my friends are right on the dance floor” Lucy says pointing to the crowd of people

“alright just be safe tonight ok” Adam tells her she nods her head and watches as he walks away in the opposite direction of her.

Lucy shakes her head at the feeling of awkwardness that conversation gave her and takes another sip of her drink before heading back to the dance floor to find her friends.

The group of girls continue dancing and soon Lucy finished her second drink and had another one in her hand. A few sips in she starts to feel dizzy and before she can process what’s happening she’s being carried out of the party and is sitting outside the house on the sidewalk.

“Hey here’s a water” Someone says

“thanks” a second voice says

“should we call Nolan?” The first one asks

“ya ya we should I’ll stay with her” she hears footsteps retreating as her head tries making sense of what’s happening

“Lucy hey it’s Adam you need to drink some water” the second voice says her vision starts to clear and she sees him sitting next to her holding her up with an open water bottle in his hand.

Lucy reaches out with her cheeks red and gently takes the bottle from his hand brushing up against his hand. Lucy takes a few sips of the cold water and shivers.

“Here take my jacket” Adam says taking off the black jacket and wrapping it around her shoulders.

Lucy starts to feel this tingling sensation inside of her stomach and something comes over her as she looks up at Adam and wraps her arms around him then plants her lips on him. It takes a second for the shock to set in but he kisses her back. Soon the world goes silent and the two of them sit there kissing.

“What the fuck!” A voice shouts the two break out of the kiss immediately and see a not so pleased Nolan who starts getting out of the white vehicle he pulled up in.

Adam immediately takes in the situation while it takes Lucy a few extra seconds to realize what exactly just occurred. “Nolan I I didn’t it’s not not what you think she she kissed me and it just happened I promise” Adam defends himself to his extremely pissed off captain while starting to get up.

Luca Fantilli who had called Nolan in the first place gets a good view of the situation from afar and starts rushing over to cool it down but doesn’t make it in time to prevent Nolan from sucker punching Adam in the jaw and then proceeding to rip the jacket off of his younger sisters shoulders and throwing it towards his bleeding teammate.

Luca checks on Adam as he sees Nolan practically drag his younger sister to the passenger seat of his white car and then drive off leaving the two brothers on the sidewalk.

When the pair of siblings arrive back at their shared home. Nolan practically carries a still drunk Lucy to her room and tucks her into bed before angrily shutting the lights and slamming the door.

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Meanwhile the Fantilli brothers had taken an Uber back to their shared dorm and the oldest Luca had some words to say about his brothers taste in make out partners.

“Dude” is the first thing to come out of Luca’s mouth when they step into their room.

“Don’t dude me” Adam says with a scoff

“You don’t go after someone’s sister come on man everyone knows this” Luca continues

“You literally dated Rutgers sister and she kissed me!” Adam yells

“That’s different Rutger literally set us up and Nolan explicitly said his sister is off limits! And you go and kiss her!”

“So I should’ve left her drunk on the side of the road called Nolan and been like hey your sisters drunk come get her and gone back to the party right” Adam says sarcastically

“No but you still totally fucked up like what we’re you thinking?” Luca raises his voice a little

“Right now I’m thinking I really wishing I was drunker because anything would be better than having this conversation with you!” Adam yells grabbing his keys off of his desk and walking out of the room.

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The next morning Lucy Moyle wakes up with a massive headache and no memory of the night before then proceeds to roll out of bed still in her clothes from last night.

She walks out of her room to see her brother who’s doing homework in the kitchen.

“Good morning” She says forgetting the events that occurred last night

“it’s noon” Nolan harshly replies

“geez what’s got you in a mood” she comments

“do you not remember what happened last night?” Nolan says in a louder tone

“no not really but I do have a headache so can you keep your voice down” She says walking to the medicine cabinet to grab two Advil

“how about I refresh your memory you got drunk at a frat party and Adam and Luca took you outside, Luca called me to pick you up and when I get there you’re making out with Adam!” Nolan yells Lucy’s face pales and her eyes open wide

“No I didn’t” Lucy asks appalled by the news of her drunken actions

“oh my god I have to apologize” Lucy says and starts rushing to her room only to be pulled back into the kitchen by Nolan

“Absolutely not!” Nolan raises his voice still with a firm but not painful grip on Lucy’s arm Lucy winces at the harsh tone

“Nol it wasn’t his fault! It was mine please I need to apologize” Lucy defends

“No you are not to see or speak to Adam again!” Nolan says Lucy rolls her eyes

“I mean it Lucy! You better stay the hell away from Adam!” Nolan says before walking towards his room and slamming his door.

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I can't believe it's canon that Steve becomes an obsessive workaholic with no self-preservation instinct in every universe where he's separated from Peggy or loses her. Scratch that, I CAN believe it's canon, I'm just deeply concerned for Steve and his 'my wiwwwfie wife is running an espionage agency/saving the world/went through a wormhole and i miss her' work ethic

Good news, I don't think you have to be worried! I'm pretty sure your first instinct, not to believe it's canon, was in fact correct.

Let's examine the Steves we've seen thus far. We have:

1) MCU Steve. Who yes, lost Peggy (twice, once when he was frozen, and once when she died of old age). But, I don't think we can say that his self-sacrificing streak and his not feeling like he can stop working comes from not having Peggy.

a) His self-sacrificing streak showed up well before he even met Peggy in CA:TFA. He was always picking fights he couldn't win, risking serious injury for people he didn't even know (eg. the fight he got into in the alley after telling that guy to shut up at the movies during the newsreel), and he risked jail time by applying to the army using false information, multiple times (after being previously rejected for being medically unfit) because, despite having a ridiculous number of medical reasons why he shouldn't, he wanted to go do his part to fight in Europe against the Nazis.

b) He hadn't only lost Peggy when he woke up nearly 70 years in the future. He'd lost everybody. Almost everybody he'd ever known and loved, every friend, every casual acquaintance, everyone he looked up to, everyone he disliked, EVERYONE. And the very few who were still there (including Peggy) were very old, and maybe, like Peggy, not completely there. The world was very, very different. He'd lost his cultural touchstones. He'd lost his sense of how he fit into the world. He was, quite literally, a man out of time. (And yeah, maybe he could have adjusted better to his new circumstances, but Steve is a very stoic guy, who is the type of person to tell himself that he's not doing so bad, that others have it worse, that he doesn't need help. That he can figure this out on his own, and if he can't, then he might as well keep helping others. And how many other WWII veterans were never quite the same again after the war? Were haunted by their experiences and who found that the world they came back to, their family and friends, had changed too, over the time they were away?) When Steve went back to 1949 at the end of Endgame, he wasn't only going back to Peggy (although of course, yes, he was going back to her), he was going back to an entire world that he'd lost.

2) Hydra Stomper Steve. Yeah, this Steve dealt with the loss of Peggy by teaming up with Bucky to try to wipe out the rest of Hydra. But - so did Bucky. Bucky was with him the whole time, they both put their lives on hold to fight Hydra. And after eliminating the last known Hydra base (the mission on which they believed Steve had died), Bucky moved on, got married, had kids, became Secretary of State (all of which we know happened after Steve was captured, because Steve didn't know that Bucky had settled down until Peggy told him in the What If S2 Winter Soldier episode). But, despite what Steve told Peggy in that episode (that he didn't see much point in "a wife, kids, the whole white picket fence life" if it wasn't with her), we don't know what he would have ended up doing after wiping out Hydra. We, and he, never had the chance to find out.

3) Rogers Hood. Yeah, this Steve was drawn to Captain Carter, another universe's version of his lost Lady Margaret, and she was drawn to him. But I wouldn't say that, before Peggy showed up, he was "an obsessive workaholic with no self-preservation instinct" in this universe. He actually seemed to be having a pretty good time stealing from the rich and giving to the poor, living in a cool treehouse village with his buddies/band of merry men. I guess you can say he lived on the job, but - would you call Robin Hood an "obsessive workaholic"? I wouldn't.

4) Zombie Steve. No real data here. We have no idea what his personality was like before he was zombified (we only know that he was a member of the Avengers).

5) Steve Dressed as Christmas Elf. This guy was a very cheerful version of Steve. Yeah, he looked a little concerned about the soccer moms cornering him, and unknown to him he was about to get socks for Christmas from Tony, but he was really excited that he'd correctly identified Happy Hogan in purple monster form! I don't think there's any real evidence that this particular universe's Steve is "an obsessive workaholic with no self-preservation instinct".

6) President Steve! No real data here either. Okay, I guess leaders of countries are usually workaholics to some degree (well, they are if they take the job seriously, anyway), but we don't know whether this particular Steve has Peggy or not, nor anything about him, really.

7) Steve who was unfrozen by Fury after Hank Pym killed most of the other Avengers (and then who Natasha from the Ultron universe ended up fighting alongside after the Watcher didn't send her back to her own universe at the end of S1). No real data here either: we don't know much about this Steve except that he was fighting on a helicarrier at one point in his life.

In conclusion, I don't see evidence that it's canon in any universe we've seen so far that it's Peggy's absence alone that makes Steve into "an obsessive workaholic with no self-preservation instinct".

And I also don't see evidence that it's canon that Steve is "an obsessive workaholic with no self-preservation instinct" in every universe where he's not with Peggy, either.

It turns out that Steve Rogers is an independent, complicated, three dimensional character whose sense of self-preservation and ability to enjoy life are not, in fact, solely based on whether or not he's with Peggy.

Steve chooses Peggy in many of the universes we've seen him in. But it's a big multiverse. If you would rather see him be happy with someone else, I'm sure it happens! And if you do like him with Peggy, then that happens a lot too, over and over again.

Peggy and Steve love each other. They miss each other when they're apart. But they don't need each other in order to be whole people. (That said, they do choose each other, it seems, whenever they possibly can.)

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