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pucksandpower · 15 days

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Fashionably Challenged

Max Verstappen x Reader

Summary: you and Max may not exactly be the paddock’s most stylish couple, but you wouldn’t want it any other way

You wake up to the sound of Max rummaging through the closet of your shared hotel suite. Rolling over, you see him laying out two matching outfits — the Red Bull Racing team polos, skinny jeans, and sneakers you’ve grown accustomed to over the years.

One set for him, one set for you.

“Morning, liefje,” he says, catching your gaze. “I have our outfits for the day ready to go.”

You smile sleepily. “Thanks, babe. You know me too well.”

Max grins as he walks over and climbs back into bed, throwing an arm around you. “Of course I do. Can’t have my girlfriend showing up to races looking anything less than perfect.”

You laugh and playfully shove him. “Oh shut up. You know I’d show up in a potato sack if I could.”

“Don’t even joke about that,” he says with mock seriousness. “I would never let you embarrass me like that.”

“Embarrass you?” You scoff. “Please, like you even notice what I’m wearing half the time. You’re just as bad as me when it comes to fashion.”

Max opens his mouth to protest but then shuts it, shrugging in admission. “Okay, fair point. But that’s why I always get you the same thing I’m wearing. So there’s no way we can mess it up.”

You consider this for a moment. “Yeah, I guess you’re right. We make a pretty fashionably challenged couple.”

“The most fashionably challenged,” he agrees with a laugh. He pauses, gaze growing serious. “But I like it that way. I like that we match.”

Warmth blooms in your chest. “Me too.”

The morning passes quickly as you get ready for the race. True to form, you both pull on the matching outfits without a second thought. As you’re walking out to the car, Max stops you.

“Wait,” he says, taking your hand and turning you to face him. He looks you up and down appraisingly. “You look perfect, just like always.”

You can’t help but beam at the compliment. “Have I told you lately how much I love you?”

He grins. “Not nearly enough.”

“Well I do,” you say, leaning in to kiss him. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, schatje,” Max murmurs against your lips. “Now let’s go kick some ass today.”

The race goes well, Max taking the checkered flag to the roar of the crowds. As you’re waiting to congratulate him, a podcaster approaches you with a microphone.

“Hi there,” she says brightly. “I’m Lottie from The Racing Line. I was wondering if I could ask you a couple quick questions?”

“Oh, um, sure,” you’re a bit caught off guard.

“Great! So first off, you and Max always seem to be wearing matching outfits to the races. Is that something you two purposely coordinate as a cute couple thing?”

You feel your cheeks flush slightly. “Oh no, not at all actually. The truth is neither of us have much fashion sense at all. So Max just gets me the female version of whatever he’s wearing to make it easy.”

The podcaster looks disappointed. “Oh, I see. So it’s not some adorable couple tradition then?”

“Well, I mean, I guess in a way it kind of is?” You say quickly, feeling guilty. “Neither of us are really into fashion, so we end up matching by default anyway. I think it’s sweet that we always end up coordinating without even trying because we’re just so in sync.”

She perks up at that. “Aww, okay, I can see that! So even though it’s not on purpose, you’ve made your own cute little tradition out of it just by being so aligned. That’s really romantic.”

You nod, smiling softly. “Yeah, I guess you could say that.”

“Well thank you so much for your time,” she shakes your hand. “And congratulations to Max on another win!”

“Thank you,” you reply as she walks away.

A few minutes later Max emerges, helmet under his arm and face lit up in that way you love. You throw your arms around him, pulling him into a tight hug.

“Congratulations baby, you were amazing out there as always.”

“Thank you, schatje,” he says, squeezing you close. He pauses, smile turning teasing. “Did you enjoy chatting with that podcaster earlier?”

You pull back, eyes narrowing. “You saw that, did you?”

He chuckles. “Of course I did. I always notice you.”

“Well then you also saw me have to completely backtrack and come up with some sappy story for why we match when she thought it was a cutesy couple thing,” you say dryly.

Max shrugs. “It kind of is though, isn’t it? Maybe not on purpose, but it’s become our thing.”

“I guess you’re right,” you admit. “I told her it was romantic how in sync we are, always coordinating outfits without even trying.”

“Hmm, I like that,” he says, grinning. “We really are pretty in sync, aren’t we? Two fashionably hopeless peas in a pod.”

You laugh. “That we are.” You look at him fondly. “But I love our way better than being one of those obnoxiously coordinated couples.”

“Me too,” he agrees. “Though I will admit ...” His gaze grows more serious. “Part of the reason I like matching is because it makes me happy to walk around wearing the same thing as you. Like we’re a unit, you know?”

Your heart skips a beat at the soft vulnerability in his voice. “Max Verstappen, you big old romantic,” you tease gently.

He shrugs but you can see the pleased look in his eyes. Sudden understanding washes over you.

“Wait a minute … is that why you got me the same outfit the first time? Not just because you thought it would be easier, but because you wanted us to match?”

Max stays silent for a moment before breaking into a sheepish grin. “You caught me.”

“Oh my god!” You shove his shoulder playfully. “You big sap!”

“What can I say? I like having my girl on my arm looking like the power couple we are,” Max says, pulling you close again. “Fashionably challenged or not.”

“If only everyone out there making you out to be the villain could see the cuddly teddy bear you really are. I absolutely love it,” you murmur, stretching up to kiss him. You can feel him smile against your lips.

As you break apart, Max squeezes your hand. “Come on, let’s go celebrate. In new matching outfits, of course.”

You pretend to roll your eyes exaggeratingly but allow him to lead you towards the exit, your hands intertwined. You truly wouldn’t have it any other way.

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You and Max are curled up on the couch in your hotel room, his arm draped around you as you lean into his side. It’s a rare quiet moment between races and you’re savoring the feeling of Max’s fingers gently carding through your hair.

“Hey Max?” You say after a few minutes of comfortable silence.

“Hmm?” He hums in response, not looking away from the football match on the TV.

“I got an interesting offer today.”

That piques his interest and he turns his head to look at you. “Oh yeah? What kind of offer?”

You take a deep breath before answering. “A sponsorship deal, actually. From Oscar de la Renta.”

Max raises his eyebrows in surprise. “Wow, that’s … really great, liefje. I’m so happy for you.”

But something in his tone makes you frown slightly. “Are you though? You don’t sound that excited.”

He gives you a half smile. “No, no, I am! That’s a huge opportunity for your career and image. Having that kind of sponsorship deal is amazing.”

“But?” You prod knowingly.

Max lets out a breath, smile fading. “But I guess part of me is a little disappointed and maybe … worried?”

“About what?”

“Well,” he shifts uncomfortably. “I like being the one who picks out your outfits for the races. Our little unintentional matching tradition has kind of become my thing, you know? I’m worried if you get sponsored by some big designer brand you won’t wear the outfits I pick out anymore. That we won’t match.”

His tone is carefully casual but you can hear the undercurrent of vulnerability. Your heart clenches in your chest.

“Oh Max ...” you murmur, reaching up to cup his cheek. “You really like our matching outfits that much?”

He averts his eyes but nods. “Yeah. I know it sounds silly, but I just … I like how in sync we are. How happy it makes me feel when we show up to the races looking like a real team. Like we’re truly partners in everything. I don’t want to lose that.”

The softness in his voice breaks your heart a little. You take his hand and give it a squeeze.

“You have no idea how happy I am to hear you say that,” you tell him gently. “Because I never would have accepted that offer anyway.”

Max blinks in surprise. “You wouldn’t?”

You shake your head. “Not a chance. First of all, they were pressuring me to only wear very high-end stuff, none of which really feels like my personal style. But more importantly ...” You lean in closer, maintaining eye contact. “They don’t have a men’s collection. So they couldn’t sponsor you too.”

Realization lights up his gaze. “Oh ...” he says softly.

You nod. “Exactly. I told them thanks but no thanks. Because no designer wardrobe is worth giving up what we have.”

Max looks stunned. “You … you turned them down? Just to keep matching with me?”

“Of course I did,” you say affectionately, poking his chest. “I would never give that up. How could I say yes to some fancy sponsorship that meant not having my fashionably challenged other half by my side, both looking like total goofballs in the one outfit the world thinks makes up the entirety of our closet?”

A slow smile spreads across his face and he pulls you into his arms, hugging you tightly. “God, I love you,” he murmurs into your hair. “So much.”

You relax into his embrace, overwhelmed by the rush of affection. “I love you too,” you whisper. You pull back slightly to look at him. “Did you really think I’d give up matching with you over that?”

“I don’t know,” he admits, looking a little sheepish. “I guess a small part of me was worried maybe you’d be tempted by the glamor and exposure of being a designer brand ambassador.”

“You know me better than that,” you affirm. “Our matching looks are too special to me. I adore everything about our little tradition — the fact that it started because neither of us cares about fashion, to you always picking out my outfits, and how happy it makes both of us to show up to races coordinating with each other.”

You take Max’s hand, intertwining your fingers. “Don’t you see, my love? It’s not really about the clothes at all, it’s about us. About how perfectly aligned we are in this little part of our lives. And I wouldn’t change that for the world.”

Max’s eyes have gone suspiciously bright, his free hand reaching up to cradle your face. “But liefje … you could have had any designer clothing you wanted.” His voice is thick with emotion. “You turned that down … for me?”

Unable to find the words, you just nod, blinking back your own tears.

“I can’t believe it,” Max breathes out shakily. “You never cease to amaze me.”

You offer him a watery smile. “Well believe it, my love. Because there’s nothing in the world more precious to me than you and our bond. I wouldn’t sacrifice that for anything.”

A single tear escapes to trail down Max’s cheek and you quickly brush it away with your thumb. Seeming at a loss for words, he pulls you into a fierce hug, tucking your head under his chin as you settle into his embrace.

“I love you,” he finally whispers into your hair. “So damn much.”

“I love you too.” You pepper kisses along his neck and jaw until you reach his lips, capturing them in a deep, slow kiss that tries to convey every unspoken word of devotion and adoration.

When you finally break apart, Max gazes at you with an intensity that makes your breath catch.

“God, you really are perfect,” he murmurs, running a hand reverently through your hair. “I’m the luckiest man in the world.”

“No,” you shake your head with a soft smile. “I’m the lucky one. To have someone who loves me so fiercely, someone I love just as much in return.”

Max lets out a watery chuckle. “I think we’re both the lucky ones then.”

You settle back against his chest as he wraps his arms securely around you. For a while neither of you speaks, lost in your own thoughts as you simply bask in each other’s presence. You let your eyes drift shut as Max’s fingers resume their gentle motions through your hair.

Eventually you break the silence.

“You know we’re going to have to get even cuter matching outfits now to make up for it,” you murmur teasingly.

Max’s chest rumbles with laughter against your cheek. “Deal. Anything you want, schatje. I’ll make sure we’re the most adorable fashionably challenged couple at every single race from now on.”

You smile at the warmth and conviction in his voice. “No one could ever call us uncoordinated.”

“Never,” Max affirms, dropping a soft kiss to the top of your head. “We’re perfectly matched in every way that matters.”

You sigh contentedly as you snuggle further into his embrace. In that moment, you know he’s absolutely right. You couldn’t imagine a better match than your Max.

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wososcripts · 4 months

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Eyes Don't Lie 18+

Stina Blackstenius x Reader

A/N: Everything I write is completely fictional and not representative of any player's real personal life! All is created in good fun for entertainment. I hope someone enjoys this because I certainly had fun writing it lol

Word count: 5.3k

Warnings ⚠️ : smut, like a lot of it.

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There was nothing more attractive than seeing your girlfriend shoot the ball perfectly into the top bin, scoring the winning goal for Arsenal. And there was nothing more magnetic than being the one who slotted the ball perfectly towards her, setting her up. The seamlessness with which the two of you worked together on the pitch was something for the papers. Whenever you both appeared it meant trouble—without seeing her you seemed to always know where she was, where to pass to her, if she needed you to dribble out or go wide. You felt as though you might be able to read her thoughts.

Her face was split in a wide grin, arms open wide as she ran from the goal towards the stands. Katie came to pat her cheeks and congratulate her, Caitlin not far behind. You rushed over from across the pitch and she flung her arms open, catching your weight easily and holding you as the rest of the team piled around her. Your arm was wrapped around her shoulders as you looked towards the stands and cheered, feeding off the screams of the fans.

Eventually she let you down and you all began filtering off the pitch—you headed over to sign some shirts and take a few selfies with a group of young girls you had spotted earlier. At one point you caught Stina's eye as she was in the middle of a conversation with a girl about ten who was excitedly gushing to your girlfriend. Stina's face was warm, open, kind. You felt an intense affection bloom in your chest. How lucky were you?

You heard the girls in front of you squeal excitedly and you felt Katie put a hand on your shoulder. Her sly grin was flashed your way as you quickly diverted your eyes from Stina.

"Nice assist there," Katie murmured, signing a few autographs herself before the two of you started back to the tunnel. "And your ankle?"

A few months ago you'd been playing Man City, rushing up the right side waiting to pass to Caitlin so she could score when a defender slid through your feet messily, catching your ankle underneath her and fracturing it. You remember the pain, the way the ground rushed towards you and the defender's face as she popped up, terrified both by the crunch you had heard and by Katie heading towards her with red in her eyes. Stina had rushed over immediately, tears in her eyes as you cried out in agony. Her hand had gripped yours tightly as the medics examined you, her biting her lip in an attempt to keep the tears at bay. When the defender had come over to apologize (somehow surviving Katie) Stina's gentle demeanor vanished and she snapped at her to get away. You were out for two months, two miserable months only aided by the blonde's presence by your side.

"All good. Not even a little sore." You smiled at her, touched by how she continued to check up on you. Katie was one of your best mates on the team and had been since your first few days here. She had made you feel at home in London, and you enjoyed her teasing almost as much as her sweet side. She slung an arm across your shoulders again, jostling you playfully.

The two of you showered and began to get changed along with the rest of the girls in the locker room. You and Katie continued to shoot shit about the game and a few other subjects before Stina wandered in. Her eyes were immediately on you as you slid a sweater over your slightly damp skin. It was hers, technically, as was evident by the fact that you had to roll the sleeves up to even let your hands poke through. You typically styled yourself in oversized tops so it might not be obvious to most that it was hers—but she knew immediately. You had taken it last time you were at her place, trying to enjoy having her scent on you as long as possible.

You heard Katie snicker behind you. Stina seemed to snap out of it and moved to the showers herself. Once she was gone you shoved Katie's shoulder.

"Fuck off," you rolled your eyes.

She continued to laugh.

"Don't forget to congratulate Stenius on her goal tonight."

You flipped her off and grabbed your bag, sending Stina a text that you would be in the car waiting for her. Nobody questioned the fact that you drove her from practice fairly often. She wasn't used to driving on the left side of the road yet and she lived on the way back to your place. You hadn't told the team you were together yet. Something about keeping it secret made it feel more sacred. It was just for the two of you (and Katie, who had figured it out immediately when Stina could barely get through a night next to you on the couch at team movie nights.)

Veen kept you company in the lot until Stina showed up fifteen minutes later. The only other German speaker on the team, it was always nice to chat with her and get a break from the constant English. No matter how used you were to speaking it at this point, slipping back into German felt like being home. That was part of the reason you were trying to learn some Swedish—you wanted to understand the language Stina thought, dreamed, and grew up in.

"Fährst du über Weihnachten zurück nach Deutschland?" She asked.

"Bin ich nicht so sicher," you had wondered if Stina would ask you to join her in going to Sweden for Christmas, but you didn't want to push her. "Wahrscheinlich."

You spotted Stina coming out of the facilities and raised your hand to wave so she could see where you were.

"Oder Schweden?" Veen said under her breath, trying not to laugh.

"Was bedeutet das denn?"

"Deine Augen lügen nicht. Tschüss!" She bid you goodbye, leaving you to wonder if you were really so obvious every time you looked at Stina. Did your whole team think you were fawning helplessly over her?

Stina waved goodbye to Veen as she approached you, pulling you into a hug.

"That was a great goal" you complimented her.

"And a great assist," she blushed, "sorry I'm late, I had to do a few short press things."

You waved her off, gesturing for her to get in the car. Once you were inside she laced your fingers together.

"Leah said the girls are going out to celebrate the win tonight, do you want to go?"

"Sure, for a bit. If that works for you?"

Stina was looking at you intensely, her eyes on your lips. She nodded wordlessly.

"I want to kiss you."

You pressed a kiss to her knuckles, licking the skin there as you pulled back.

"Yuck!" Stina wiped her hand on your jeans, rolling her eyes at you. "You look good in my sweater… I —" she cut herself off.

You were accustomed to the electricity after the two of you played well together. But today Stina seemed particularly ready to have you. You put the car in drive and left the parking lot, pulling her in for a kiss the minute you could.

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The bar was bustling already at ten when you showed up. Stina had said she would meet you there since it was right by the tube station and parking would be hell anyway. You'd still driven, not wanting to deal with worrying about catching it on the way back. And parking was hell, as usual in London, but eventually you'd found a spot on the street.

Leah greeted you as you walked in, congratulating you again on your performance. The rest of the girls were gathered around a few tables, the alcohol already flowing for some of them. You didn't drink much, particularly not during the season. But it was officially winter break, so you figured one glass couldn't hurt. Leah handed you a beer and toasted to your "magical" left foot.

"Stina's here by the way, she's just getting us a few more drinks." Leah practically yelled into your ear.

You didn't even have time to ask her why she assumed you were looking for Stina before Katie swept in.

"Finally, the German drinking some beer! I was beginning to think maybe it was a fake accent this whole time."

"It's as real as that English you supposedly speak." You teased back.

"Oi, if it weren't for this lot and their silly language," she pointed towards Leah, "I'd be speaking Irish right now."

The three of you continued to bicker until Leah was dragged away by Lia and you finally caught a glimpse of Stina. She looked stunning in her short sleeved sweater and a pair of tight jeans.

"Don't forget to breathe." Katie flicked your temple. "You look fit too." She assured you, capturing the belt loop of your slacks and spinning you. "I'm sure she's just dying to get a piece of that."

"You are a menace, Katie."

You felt Stina's hand at your waist. She was more bold with Katie around—possibly a mixture of security because Katie already knew about the two of you, and a bit of jealousy at how easily Katie touched you.

"Hi." She said practically into your ear. Her breath tickled your skin.

"Hey." You mumbled back, covering her hand at your waist and keeping it there.

Katie took her cue to wander off, leaving you two.

"Do you want to dance?" Stina asked.

"I think I'll say hi to everyone first, give me 15 minutes?" You met her eyes and had to hold back the urge to kiss her. It was an occupational hazard at this point.

The dance floor was big enough that nobody was packed together, something you appreciated. Leah knew all of the best bars in town, and you trusted her judgment implicitly for reasons like this. Stina was behind you, her arm slung across your chest so that her hand rested on the opposite shoulder. You were more of a dancer than she was, but the two of you swayed to the beat just fine. It was mostly Latin music that they played here which suited you just fine. You weren't really listening to it much anyway with Stina's warmth against your back.

"Hey! Stina you've got to share!" Katie called, "just give me one dance?"

Stina shrugged, releasing you to Katie. You knew she would rather have kept you to herself, so you turned around and blew her a kiss promising to be right back.

Katie could dance surprisingly well, though you supposed most people wouldn't have pegged you for a dancer either. Después de la Playa by Bad Bunny came on and Katie began twirling you around, the two of you doing your best to keep up fluidly with the music. You distantly heard a whistle from someone, you figured Beth.

Katie spun you in her arms, pulling you back into her chest as the song drew to a close. You were breathing heavily because of the combination of the exertion and the stale, sweaty air in the bar. You could feel Katie's heart pounding in her chest too.

"She gets pouty when she's jealous."

You looked to the side of the dance floor where you'd left Stina to find her chatting with Lia, throwing glances your way every few seconds. Katie was right, she looked a bit like a child that had had its candy taken from them.

"Go back over there and kiss it better." Katie made obnoxious kissing noises in your ear and unwrapped her arms from around you.

You gave her a playful shove and turned to go back to Stina. She was staring dead at you, the conversation with Lia abandoned. You admired the curve of her lips as she smiled at you, stretching a hand out for you to take.

"You've got to teach me to dance like that." She said, the smile still not gone from her lips. "You looked gorgeous." The last part she whispered into your ear, leaning down to do so. Her hand remained entwined with yours. Nobody was looking, but you were still surprised how open she was being. You knew she hadn't been drinking much—drunk Stina was an entirely different beast.

"I need to get a bit of fresh air."

You said it to Stina, then signaled to Katie that you were going outside. It was a rule that nobody left without telling the rest of the group they were going to do so. You all kept an eye on each other.

The London air slapped you in the face as you opened the door to the street. It was cold, snow coated the ground in a thin sheet that promised ice underneath it. Stina had been smart enough to grab her jacket before heading out, but you were here in just your turtleneck. A few people were smoking at the opposite corner of the building, all huddled around a lighter. The bouncer sat bored on his chair. Cars raced by and a few people strolled along the street. It was late, at least past midnight. You tugged Stina to the more secluded alley to her left.

“Come here baby.” She whispered, wrapping her arms gently around your shoulders and pulling you under her coat.

This was her, mild mannered, quiet, calm. Your gentle giant. Stina was so sweet, so awkward at times that you couldn’t help but be endeared by her constantly. How could you not?

"Warmer?"

You nodded, moving in closer to her. She rubbed your back. Her heartbeat was steady underneath you.

When you pulled back slightly you could see the way her eyes were a few shades darker than normal, the way her breath came a bit quicker. This was her too—wanting and ready and dominant. Gentle still, but this too. You felt her hand move to your waist, tightening there slightly.

“What is it, Stina?” You asked coyly, kissing her chastely on the lips.

The other hand at your shoulder moved to the back of your neck, holding you possessively. The noise of the club filtered through your awareness briefly. Her fingers massaged your scalp, nails scratching lightly.

“Stina…” you trailed off, your head finding her shoulder. You could feel yourself beginning to flush, heat rushing down into your belly as she held you close. Images of her goal from earlier flashed through your mind. The cheering from the fans. How she caught you in her arms. The sheen of sweat on her brow as she smiled, high off of the adrenalin.

“I want you.” She murmured.

You groaned lowly. You did more than want her. You needed her, needed her hands all over you, her mouth as well. Needed the press of her skin against yours like a balm to burn.

One of her hands traveled under the shirt you had on, finding the plane of your stomach. Her hands were predictably cold and you shivered. You could see her grin.

“I need you, Stina.”

She brought your lips together again, pulling you flush against her.

“Let’s go.”

You expected to walk to the car, but were surprised by Stina lifting you up onto her hips, one arm under your ass as she nonchalantly walked to your car. For all of the teasing your height incurred, it was moments like these that you were thankful for the height difference between you and Stina. She could manhandle you as she liked with little to no issue. And you had no problem letting her.

Your head fit into the crook of her neck and you spent your time placing small kisses and nips there. Stina's grip on you tightened until you thought you might have fingerprints on your skin.

You were at the car before you would've liked. The air sliced you raw as you pulled away from her. You had half the mind to pull her into the backseat and return to your spot on her lap. You imagined how the car would fog in the frigid winter air. How Stina's breath would sound in your ear, the mouth at your breast, fingers at your core, dancing up your wet thighs and dipping inside of you. And how Stina would look up at you, eyes dark. How she'd tell you how beautiful you looked, how much she wanted you. What her face would look like when you said you needed her inside of you. For all the poise she had, some things would make even her composure crack.

"Come on älskling," she opened your door and ushered you in.

Her hand found your thigh once she was in the passenger seat next to you. You enjoyed the weight of it there. It never once moved, Stina was too careful to distract you now, but its firm touch still had your belly alight.

Your phone buzzed in the cup holder between the two of you. You met Stina's eyes and nodded that she could check—at this time of night only certain contacts passed your do not disturb.

"It's a message from Katie."

Whatever it was, Katie was surely taking the piss out of you. Often she sent you the most unattractive pictures of you during the game, mid kick or otherwise.

Stina held the phone up for you to look at once you stopped at a red. It was a photo of you someone had snapped after the game while you were glancing at Stina with the fans. In the photo it wasn't clear what you were looking at, but the look on your face could be described only as adoration. Underneath the picture Katie had written "Stina is a lucky bastard" And a few moments later continued with, "be careful with the staring though, too long and it might stick."

You chuckled, fixing your eyes back on the road with an exasperated smile. Stina remained quiet beside you. You gave her a quick look when she didn't say anything.

"Everything all right?"

She nodded, flashing a quick smile but still you knew something was off.

"I didn't realize that's how you looked at me… of course I saw it but I didn't really think about it until now."

You weren't sure what she meant, and it worried you a bit. Had you done something wrong or freaked her out?

"Can you pull over?" Stina asked once you had come to a quieter street.

You quirked an eyebrow at her but nodded. Once the car was in neutral on the shoulder she lunged for you, pulling you into a heated kiss. Her hand moved to the inside of your thigh, curling around it possessively. Her lips were firm and soft and her tongue was insistent.

"Jag älskar dig." She whispered.

You looked at her with wide eyes.

"Really?"

She nodded, kissing you again.

"Jag älskar dig."

"Jag med. Ich liebe dich, Stina."

She kissed you once more, then sat back in her seat and left your swollen lips alone. A moment later she erupted into giggles. A hand reached out to stroke your face.

"I love you… it's nice to say." She gave you a smile that melted your heart. Her hand cupped your cheek and she spoke again.

"We need to get home so I can fuck you."

You shivered, putting the car in drive.

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You reached your apartment ten minutes later. Each second that ticked by had the anticipation in your chest rising. You could hardly look at Stina for fear you would give up and park the car somewhere and beg her to fuck you there. She loved you. Of course she did, Katie would say. Everything she did showed it. But now the words were in the open. You felt as though your chest might burst.

The hand at your thigh continued to rest firmly there, its presence keeping you from rubbing your thighs together to alleviate some of the ache between them. Stina was sly, you knew. Her sweetness didn’t make her any less of a tease when she wanted.

You practically sprinted up the steps to your place on the third floor, Stina not far behind you. Once you nearly stumbled and her hands shot out to steady you, the grip on your waist burning your skin.

“Careful, söta. No need to rush.”

You slowed a bit after that, slotting the key into your lock as best you could with Stina’s hand on your back as you did so. You hadn’t felt this turned on, maybe ever. And Stina hadn’t even touched you.

Once the door was shut behind the two of you and you were finally alone, secluded from the prying eyes and teasing remarks from others, you felt almost overwhelmed with freedom. Stina clearly didn’t feel the same and knew exactly what she wanted. She pushed you back against the door, one of her hands cradling the back of your head so it didn’t hit the wood, and kissed you. This was much slower and more passionate than any of the kisses you had shared thus far—she took her time exploring your mouth and sucking on your bottom lip before moving to your neck.

“Stina—” you groaned, pressing your hips up into her.

She responded by grabbing your thighs and lifting them up so you could link your ankles behind her back. She put a hand on the door next to your head, holding you up easily while continuing to kiss you.

"You feel so good…" you murmured when she moved her lips to your neck.

You could feel her smile into your skin. You slid your hands under her sweater, running your hands along the muscles that flexed under her skin. She was gorgeous, and you could hardly believe this was actually happening. Even after nearly a year together.

You felt yourself be lifted off of the door. Stina continued to suck at your neck as she carried you to the bedroom—only pausing to push open the door and shut it behind her. Then you were both on the bed, scrambling to get each other's clothes off as fast as possible.

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Through the haze of your own lust you felt Stina grind against the thigh you had slotted in between her legs. Your hands were at her breasts, rolling one nipple harshly as you massaged the other. Your own chest already bore the marks of Stina's mouth, small bite marks adorning your skin where she just couldn’t help herself earlier. All the focus so far had been on you, until now. Stina seemed determined that you were going to cum first. But you'd managed to slow her down long enough to get your turn for a moment.

Your belly burned as you kissed at her skin, still in awe of her all these months later. Her body was perfect. You sucked a bruise into the underside of her breast, soothing it with your tongue after. She had her eyes squeezed shut, mouth slightly open. All of the sudden it didn’t matter how turned on you were, it could wait.

You put a hand on her chest, drawing her attention back to you.

“Let me up.”

Stina immediately moved back, worry present on her face.

“No, no, nothing like that—” you followed her with a hand pressed against her cheek. She was so afraid of hurting you, always had been. Even more so since your injury. “I want to touch you first.”

Her face went red and her mouth opened in protest, but you hushed her before she could say anything.

“I want my mouth on you. Then you can do whatever you want.”

Stina swallowed harshly and nodded, leaning back on her elbows. You took a second just to look at her, how beautiful she was. Her abs tensed as you traced a line down from her neck to her pelvis, seeking out that shiver of anticipation. You spread her legs, slotting in between them so you could kiss her stomach.

“You’re so gorgeous. You can’t be real.”

You could hear her whimper. She was always a sucker for praise, something you used to your full advantage.

"You smell so good," you kissed up her thigh, "taste so good…" and with that you licked up the length of her, feeling her hands go immediately to your hair.

"Ich liebe dich," you mumbled into her skin as you took a breath. She was already on the edge even though you had hardly the time to work her up. Her thighs trembled under your lips.

"I love you too," she replied, bringing a hand from your hair to your lips to trace them. You pressed a kiss to her palm, taking one of her fingers into your mouth as your hand slipped down to tease her. She groaned, her eyes rolling upwards. With a gentle bite you pulled your mouth away and returned to her cunt.

Not long after, with two of your fingers inside of her, she clenched and came all over your hand. You kissed her belly and worked her down slowly, still drawing lazy circles around her clit until she ushered you upwards into a kiss. She moaned at the taste of herself on your lips.

The hand that you had resting on her thigh moved closer to her center again, slowly, so Stina had the chance to push it away if she wanted. Usually the two of you could go quite a while, certainly longer than one round. But still, you were careful. You could hear Stina's breath pick up again as she panted next to your ear, the kiss abandoned. Your fingers swiped through her already sensitive folds and pressed lightly on her clit, making her hips jump.

"Älskling—" she groaned.

You didn't waste time teasing her further. She was hypersensitive from her previous orgasm and all it took were a few firm circles around her clit for her to be gripping your shoulder with her lip between her teeth. You leaned down to kiss her again, sure she would worry her lip raw if you let her.

Two more passes of your fingers and she clamped her thighs around your hand, the second orgasm rushing through her.

"Jesus…" she muttered, laying one hand over her eyes as she let out a small laugh. "Hon kommer att döda mig."

You brought your fingers to your mouth, sucking them clean before resting next to Stina. Your head lay on her chest, listening to her heart.

"förhoppningsvis inte," you replied, kissing her chest sweetly.

She looked down at you a bit confused.

"Du förstår mig?"

You nodded, pressing a kiss to her lips.

"How?"

"Amanda's been helping me. Surprise." You smiled.

Stina seemed shocked, and you couldn't help but giggle. Suddenly she grabbed your face and kissed you roughly, pulling away and placing your foreheads together.

"You're amazing. How did I get so lucky?"

You shrugged, pulling her back in for another kiss. You felt one of her hands travel to your ass. Stina palmed at the muscle there and you hooked a leg over her waist to get a bit more friction. Your arousal—which had been at the back of your mind as you focused on Stina's pleasure, made itself known once more.

You couldn't help but grind down on Stina's hip bone below you, nearly crying out at the relief it provided you. Suddenly it seemed you might die if you didn't get Stina's hands on you. You felt frantic.

"Stina, please." You begged, rolling your hips once more.

Stina herself seemed in awe of how needy you were. She shushed you gently, running her hands soothingly through your hair. She could surely feel how wet you were, it was smeared over her abdomen and painted your thighs. All because of her.

"I've got you baby." She assured, pulling herself up into a seated position with you on her lap. You were once more reminded of the game, being wrapped in her strong arms as the two of you soaked in the roars of the crowd. This was better than that by a mile. You'd give up the sport every time where Stina was concerned.

"I don't think I can take it." You didn't think you were making much sense anymore, your head foggy as Stina kissed your breasts. All you knew was you needed her, needed more, an impossible amount.

Stina sucked harshly on one of your nipples, her hands guiding you hips downward on one of her thighs. She flexed it, and you moaned. You could cum like this. You would.

At some point during your orgasm, Stina pulled away from your chest and wrapped her arms around you. She held you like that, whispering things you couldn't understand in your ear, as you rode through one of the most intense orgasms you'd ever had.

"That was…" Stina trailed off, her face blushing bright red.

You weren't sure what to say. The heat remained simmering lowly in your belly, your heart beating rapidly. Stina’s hands had found your waist again, rubbing gentle circles there.

"Do you need more?" She asked, a bit of pride hidden in her voice.

You nodded. You weren't sure you could form a sentence in English.

The hand at your waist moved to your center, swiping through the wetness there. Stina looked up at you once more, her eyes diverting from where they'd been intensely watching her fingers. Her usual bright blue was darkened to a color that reminded you of the sea near where you grew up. You wanted to tell her but weren't sure how. All you could do was hold on for dear life as you were thrown back into the waves.

"Lie down." Stina said, helping you lie back against the pillows. "I'm going to eat you out."

Hearing her say it so plainly somehow made it even hotter. And the view of her face between your thighs… you maintained eye contact as she lowered her head, diverting her mouth at the last second to suck at the skin of your thighs. She bit down, not hard enough to hurt but enough to sting. Surely a bruise would greet you tomorrow morning.

"Stina…" you begged.

Finally, after giving you a hickey on the other thigh, she pulled your clit into her mouth and sucked. Thankfully she had the foresight to hold your hips down as you had no control over how they bucked up.

She spread you open and took you apart, exploring you with her tongue, her fingers, until you thought you might really lose your mind.

"Jag älskar dig" she whispered one last time before setting a punishing pace against you. Next time you'd ask her if she wanted to try the strap, the image of her strong abs pushing inside of you painted behind your eyelids. You were begging in German now, any and all chance of your translating gone. A moment later, the rubber band inside you snapped.

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Stina's arm was slung across your waist as she held you close to her chest. Both of your breaths had settled, and the mood had calmed. She was laying on her back, you played with the ends of her hair mindlessly, not thinking about much besides how happy you were.

"I wanted to ask you something." Stina said quietly, and you tilted your head to look up at her.

"What is it?"

Her bashfulness was back, and the beginnings of an embarrassed smile started on her face.

"Would you want to come to Sweden and be with my family for Christmas?"

After a beat she looked down at you, waiting for your answer. But you didn't need to say anything—it was all in your eyes.

"Of course."

#woso x reader #woso community #woso fanfics #woso imagine #stina blackstenius x reader #blackstenius x reader #arsenal x reader #swewnt x reader #stina blackstenius #woso #arsenal fc #my writing #katie mccabe

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daddyricsdoll · 5 months

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My turn ✭ Ollie Bearman

Summary: You won your first race and now it's Ollie's turn to reward you.

Warnings: Oral sex (female receiving), fingering.

Word count: 0.6k

A/N: Based off of this request. I have this thing where I somehow always finish fics around midnight, and I haven't broken cycle yet. But anyways... please enjoy!!

I walk back to my drivers room after celebrating my first win on the podium in Abu Dhabi, the last one of the season. People from the team congratulate me as I make my way around them, but in search for one person. I see the white of their fireproof as they make their way into my drivers room, me only a few steps behind.

“Ollie!” I hear myself shout and the brunette turns around to look at me, sweat across his face and face a light shade of pink. A smile blooms on each of our faces as we inch closer together and he envelops me in a warm hug.

“You did so good, sweetheart.” He whispers into my hair, making me feel all the more flustered and eager to hide away in my room with him. He lifts me up in his arms and I wrap my legs around his body as he carries me into the room. Door shutting right behind us as he encases our lips together.

We didn't separate as he lowered me onto the massage bed, hands pulling him closer as he caressed my back and sides. The zip of my racing suit sliding down by the speed of his hands. Breaking the kiss for air and so we can undress, but once my hands go to him he pulls them away and focuses on me.

He keeps my nomex fireproof top on, but everything else disappears when he places me back on the bed. I go to pull his body to me but he shakes his head and kneels on the ground in front of me. “It’s my turn to give you a reward.” His gleaming copper eyes look up at me while his hands grip my thighs and pull me forward. I get taken by surprise at first, but I let myself relax as I realise the man kneeling in front of me is all I’ve ever asked for.

My legs get spread open by his assertive hands and I clench my walls under his gaze. His breath tickles my core and he lets out a deep chuckle before licking a stripe through my folds. Emitting an unholy moan from my lips and my hands tangle into his hair. He looks up at my state with proud eyes before repeating the same action.

I cry out loud once again as his tongue plays with my clit and his lips wrap around it to make me try and control him with my solitary hand. He knew when to continue his old motions or try something new, sliding his tongue into me and accompanying it with his fingers too. Peppering little kisses on the inside of my thigh before ruining me with his tongue.

His fingers start pumping into me viciously and my legs start to shake. My reaction makes him curl his fingers and suck on my clit one last time before I cum on his tongue. He opens his mouth to show me as his fingers continue thrusting at a softer pace. After I gain a pattern of breathing he stops and places his fingers in his mouth to capture all of my arousal.

Ollie stands back up and makes his way to my bathroom to walk out a few seconds later with a cloth. He kneels back down in front of me and takes his time to meticulously clean me up and peck a few kisses on my skin along the way. He gets up and plants a kiss on my tired smile before mumbling words against my lips. “Well done sweetheart. I knew it was coming.”

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wosowrites · 1 year

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Running out of Time (Jessie Fleming x Reader)

Warnings: none

A/N: Based of a request:

Prompt: after coming back from injury, reader isn’t being played at Chelsea. So, Jessie comforts her and helps her get to her best again to be played. Btw, i absolutely love Emma Hayes, but for the sake of this story I had to write her out as being the bad guy.

It had been two months since you came back from a broken leg. You had worked your ass off to get back on the field. But in the two months since you came back, you were riding the bench. You had been subbed on most games, but you weren’t performing how you wanted too. This caught up to you during one game against Aston Villa.

Chelsea was winning 3-0 in the 75th minute, so Emma decided to sub off Erin for next weeks important London derby vs Arsenal. You came on to the loud cheers of the blues at Kingsmeadow. The fans loved you, you were sweet, ballsy, talented, and they were unhappy with Emma for not playing you. If the lineup was decided by popularity, you would start every game. But football wasn’t a popularity contest.

You played fine. Made good plays that sadly led to nothing, shot the ball wide, over, and once off the crossbar.

In the 89th minute, you were making a perfect run, but Rachel Daly clipped your ankles just outside the box, playing it off as being the ball. The referee was oblivious.

You fell to the ground, staying down a bit. Not in physical pain, no, all your pain was mental. You stood up, tears filling your eyes as you tried to stay strong. Guro tapped you on the back, seeing your pain and telling you to keep her head high. You briefly caught the eye of Jessie Fleming, who had been subbed off just under four minutes ago.

The final whistle blew a minute later, no extra time needed. You crouched down to the ground, finally letting out the tears you were holding in. You were so tired. So tired of trying so hard to channel the pre-injury you, but you couldn’t. You leaned on your hands, sobbing quietly. You felt people surround you, your team as well as opponents.

You weren’t down long, standing up a minute later and wiping your eyes with your shirt. You pulled the blue jersey you were so proud to wear and covered your face with it. Feeling a few people patting your back and congratulating you. The only voice that pulled you out of your internal misery, was the one of Jessie Fleming.

You had something going on between you, but you were both shy, busy, and blooming young players who weren’t preoccupied about relationships at the moment.

"I know that you don’t want to hear how good you did so just wipe your tears and come here." Jessie said to you softly, you looked at her slowly, your cheeks wet with tears. She took the sleeve of her puffy coat and wiped it over your cheeks, proceeding by bringing you into a hug.

Emma tried to come over, but Jessie waved her off gently.

Eventually, you all made it into the changing room where the team was buzzing about the win. You weren’t. You felt numb as you sat at your cubby. Exasperated.

Magda was giving a speech, hyping up the girls for their amazing performances, but you couldn’t listen. You got up quickly, a few people looking at you because of your sudden movement.

You rushed past Magda, tears welling again. "Keep going. Sorry." You mumbled to her softly.

You hurried out the room and back onto the pitch, making sure everyone was gone before entering the actual field. Everyone was, and you kept your walk focused on entering the middle of the pitch. Once there, you sat down on the ground and stared up at the night sky. You then laid down, feeling the wet grass on your back. Flipping over onto your stomach, and burying your face into the ground, you let out a scream.

"Y/n…?" A small voice said, causing you to swiftly flip back onto your back and stare up at the person. "Jessie. Shit you scared me." You told her, putting your arms above your head and interlocking your fingers.

"I scared you? You scared me. What’s going on? I mean. I think I know but… i want to hear you say it." Jessie said to you, lying down beside you.

You thought for a second, wondering if you wanted to confide in the freckled canadian. You knew your voice would break the second you started talking. But you spoke up anyways.

"Jessie… i’m so tired. I’m tired of staying thirty minutes after training and eating extra healthy, and putting in extra shifts at the weight room. I’m tired of working my ass off just to be put on that field late, and to have my confidence trampled by Emma." You said, your voice was shaky, and tear filled.

"Y/n… you are an incredibly talented player who has an incredibly shitty thing happen to them. And now you’re having trouble finding your footing. It happens. And honestly, Emma should be playing you. It’s bullshit. But you have to keep pushing." Jessie told you, turning to her side and propping herself up on her forearm to look at you.

You felt her eyes on you, you liked her eyes on you. She reached over and softly wiped a piece of grass from your forehead, your touch sent shivers down your spine.

"I’ve gotten contract offers from Manchester United and Manchester City. They guarantee me as a starter." You said softly. Your voice shaky, now from the contact Jessie had with your skin more than anything. "You don’t want that, do you?" Jessie said confidently.

You turned your head to look at her, looking from her eyes, to her lips, and back again.

"Your right. I don’t want that. I want to be at Chelsea, with you." You told her, eye contact never breaking. You left Jessie no time to answer. Quickly, you had flipped yourself on top of her, using the weight of your body to push her into the grass. You looked at each other for a few seconds until Jessie craned her neck to kiss you.

You made out for minutes, stopping ever so often to breathe, but mostly, you were attacking each others lips, and exploring each bothers bodies.

"Uhm… guys?" A voice said, a voice that wasn’t yours or Jessie.

You quickly jumped off of Jessie, launching yourself away from her and then wiping down your kit. Jessie did the same, standing awkwardly behind you. "Sorry… it’s just… the bus is leaving soon. Like, now actually." Magda said.

"Uh- yeah, we- okay let’s go." You said swiftly, walking quickly towards Magda. When you reached her, she slung an arm around you. "Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone." Magda said. "You won’t tell anyone other than P," you corrected her. "Yeah." She winked.

A week later.

Every day since yours and Jessie’s on field moment, you had been slipping each other fleeted touches and looks, and Jessie, all though she wouldn’t say it, had taken it upon herself to get you back to your starting 11 position. She stayed with you after training, ate the same things you did, and was always cheering you on loudly at practice.

And it was paying off. You were scoring like crazy in practice, defending and making perfectly timed tackles all the time. You were playing like you did before your injury. So when the week of the game against Arsenal came, and Emma announced the starting lineup. You felt like crying all over again. You were riding the bench once more.

When Emma told the team the lineup, you could visibly see the looks of shock on their face, everyone had noticed your efforts in training, and how strong you were being.

Amongst the shocked faces, one stood out. Jessie’s face was not painted with the same shock as her teammates, it was painted with anger. She was starting the game, having been starting a lot due to Pernille’s injury.

"Okay, let’s get em girls!" Emma said, clapping her hands together and walking out the field.

You, along with the other people riding the bench walked out first to claps from the field, and you even heard a few confused murmurs from the Arsenal bench. They were expecting you to start, having seen your performance in training from Chelsea’s training clips.

The game started, and right away the pressure was insane from both sides. Every single time Sam or Lauren managed to get into the box, it was as though Leah Williamson appeared out of nowhere to take the ball. And every time Katie Mccabe or Stina Blackstinius got close to the net, Magda or Kadeisha would come in with a perfect tackle.

It was only the 11th minute of the game when Fran went down in the midfield after a rather tough tackle from Katie, earning the gunners a yellow. Fran was holding her ankle, not looking as though she was getting any better as the medics examined her.

"Y/n!" Emma’s voice called over. You stood up quickly, your shin pads were on, your cleats were tied, your hair was done, you were ready to go. "How do you feel about playing attacking midfielder?" She asked, putting her arm around your shoulder and looking at you. "I feel great about it. Put me on." You told her.

It was true, you were a defensive mid, and preferred it, but at this point, you just needed game time and an opportunity to prove yourself. So, the fourth official held up his panel where your number 18 in green was displayed in green, and Fran’s number 14 in red. You ran onto the field the second Fran was off, giving her a little tap on the back. The blues close to you high fived you and you set yourself up in the outside of the box for the free kick.

Kadeisha and Magda were standing over the ball, deciding who to take it. Eventually, Kadeisha walked over to it, acting as though she was going to adjust the ball, giving Magda the perfect opportunity to kick it into the box. You saw the ball come to you, it went just over your head. You dove sideways, your head connecting with the ball before you fell to the ground.

Kingsmeadow erupted in cheers. You stood up swiftly, running to the corner and sliding on your knees, soon tackled by Sam, Magda, Keish, Lauren, Millie and Jessie. "That’s our girl!" Millie yelled, hugging you.

You laughed of joy as you ran back to your half.

The first half ended 1-0, but you were thirsty for more. In the 60th minute, Jessie sent Sam the most beautiful ball through. It split Leah Williamson and Rafaelle Souza, giving the striker the perfect opportunity to turn on her jets. Sam got to the ball, Lauren and Guro running down both her wings, you running behind her. Sam was running out of time and shot the ball just outside of the box.

It hit the post and went bouncing back out onto the field, right where you were. You don’t know what came over you, but you dove head first into the ball, sending it into the back of the net.

Sam rushed over to you, helping you up and spinning you around. Your team celebrated with you, and when everyone was breaking apart, Jessie whispered to you "that’ll show Emma."

90th minute anxiety was creeping up the backs of the gunners. But you were calm and collected. That is, until Steph lost her temper in the Arsenals box and sent Jessie flying forward with a push in the back. "Hey! What the hell!?" You yelled, leaving your spot and rushing over to Jessie who was getting up. "Y/n don’t argue." Jessie said, getting up. "Why the hell not?"

And then you noticed that the stadium was cheering, and that the referee was pointing towards the penalty area. The team in red tried to argue, but it was no use.

"Get your hat trick, y/n." Jessie said, handing you the ball.

Guro usually took pens, it was her speciality. You looked over at her, but she nodded to you. You placed the ball on the spot, took a deep breath and waited for the whistle.

When it blew, you ran to the ball slowly, faked left, and shot it in a panenka right down the middle.

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headhedgehog · 5 months

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Baby Fever (Pro!Mikage ReoxFemOC)

Reo pushed his sweaty hair out of his eyes and smiled at the fan holding a jersey out for his signature. His team had just won their league's championship cup. The adrenaline of the win was slowly leaving his body, falling into a gentle buzz. Around him, his teammates' families were starting to find them, small, intimate celebrations breaking out along the sidelines.

He turned to look for his fiancee, Ana, wondering how long it would take her to get to the field from the box where she'd watched the game with other players' guests. A few feet away, Kunigami was lifting his baby boy in the air, his older daughters clinging to both his legs. Behind him, Barou hugged his wife and planted a kiss on his young daughter's hair. Isagi's girlfriend, hand on her new baby bump, was gingerly making her way to meet him.

An unexpected feeling bloomed in Reo's chest. He and his fiancee hadn't talked seriously about children, other than agreeing they were both open to the idea, eventually. But watching his teammates with their families hit him hard. He felt like he might cry.

He wanted what they had so badly.

Ana arrived and wrapped her arms around him, cheering and congratulating him. In a fog, he fought to come back to the present and join the celebrations.

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The drive home was quiet. Reo stared out the window as Ana drove, his mind racing. He wanted a baby. He actually wanted a baby, wanted to hold a tiny person with Ana's eyes and his hair and be their daddy. He wanted to set up playdates with Kunigami and Isagi's kids and ask Barou's daughter to babysit.

He must've been too quiet, because when Ana reached a stoplight, she turned to face him.

"What's wrong, Reo? You just won a championship and you've barely said a word since we left the stadium."

Reo looked at her, anxiety spiking though him. Was this really the time to spring such a bombshell on her?

Better now than after the wedding, he supposed.

"I was watching the other guys with their families and...I want that. I want to have a baby."

Ana blinked at him. Another wave of anxiety washed over him, but then she smiled.

"Really?"

Before Reo could answer, the car behind them honked. The light had turned green. They laughed, and Ana turned back to the road.

"I was panicking a little because I held Kunigami's baby while Suki went to the bathroom and I was totally smitten. Was honestly spiraling because we hadn't talked about kids since before you proposed and I didn't know how to bring it up."

Reo felt tears welling in his eyes but didn't try to stop them. "Did we just decide to try for a baby?"

Ana pulled into their parking garage and engaged the brake. She threw her arms around his neck. "Yeah, I think we did."

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They were supposed to join the rest of the team for a post-win celebration, but they never made it. They'd barely closed the front door to their apartment before they were tearing at each other's clothes, leaving a trail to their bed.

Reo kissed Ana and gently guided her to lay on her back, his knee nudging her knees apart. His fingers found her wet core, coaxed deep moans out of her as he fisted his cock. She hooked her legs around his hips, pulled him closer; he laughed and obliged, settling on the bed between her legs and pushing his cock into her folds. He rested on his elbows, torso against hers, mouth on her nipple, hips thrusting slowly.

"That feel good, baby?" he asked, voice low. "Want me to fill you up? Make you a momma?"

Ana responded by kissing him deeply and wrapping her legs around his waist.

When Reo's climax came, he allowed himself to spill into her, reveling in the feeling of his cum filling her. He rolled off her and pulled a pillow under her hips.

"I know it's going to take a while, but might as well build the habit," he said sheepishly as he lay down next to her. Ana laughed and put her head on his chest. Reo kissed her forehead and rested a hand on her stomach.

"I can't wait to see you pregnant," he said. His voice was thick, his exhaustion catching up with him.

"I can't wait to see you holding our baby," Ana said. "You're going to be such a good dad, Reo."

He hummed. Before long he was asleep with a smile on his face.

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Six months later, Reo was on a flight, headed for an international tournament. Ana never made him feel bad about traveling for work; lately she'd been keeping busy with wedding preparations. Reo's mother, still on shaky ground with her son after spending so much of his childhood trying to dictate his life, had immediately taken to Ana and was planning to take her wedding dress shopping while Reo was away. Reo tried not to worry about it; he was glad his mom was trying to rebuild their relationship, but he was nervous about exposing Ana to his parents' judgement.

Next to him, Kunigami was happily chatting about his son's growth. He showed Reo a video of the little boy taking shaky steps, supported by one of his sisters. Reo melted watching the baby, his throat tight. He'd known Ana wouldn't get pregnant immediately, but it didn't stop his heart from aching a bit when he saw someone else with a little one.

"You okay dude?" Kunigami asked when he caught a glimpse of Reo's shiny eyes.

"Yeah," Reo said, and glanced around to see if anyone else could hear. "Just in my feelings I guess. Ana and I are trying to get pregnant. Can't help getting a little excited thinking about babies."

"That's amazing, congrats Reo!" Kunigami shoved his shoulder playfully.

"It's only been six months but I'm impatient," Reo laughed. "I didn't realize how badly I wanted a family, but now that I know it's like, all I can think about."

"Yeah, crazy isn't it? It's worth it though. Just wait til you've got your kid in your arms, man, it's the best thing in the world," Kunigami put a hand on Reo's shoulder, squeezed it. "You're gonna love it."

Reo smiled and settled into his seat.

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Back in their apartment, Reo's mother arrived to find Ana in the bathroom staring at a pregnancy test.

"Ana?"

The younger woman turned around, her face wet. "I'm pregnant."

Reo's mother pulled Ana into a tight hug, dress shopping entirely forgotten.

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Reo returned a week later to find a wrapped gift waiting on the dining table.

"What's this?" he asked. Ana smiled and wrapped her arms around him from behind.

"Birthday present."

"My birthday isn't until next week."

"Your gift came early. Open it."

Reo side-eyed her but unwrapped the box. Inside, he found a tiny jersey with his name and number on the back.

Confused, he turned to see Ana grinning with a hand on her still-flat belly. Reo's eyes widened.

"Are you...?"

She nodded. Before she could say anything, he had her wrapped in his arms, covering her in kisses.

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Ana's pregnancy went smoothly, but no one on Reo's team would have known that based on his behavior. He refused to leave his phone behind when he practiced, and any message or call from her was answered immediately. He spent his time off researching OBGYNs and pediatricians, shopping for baby supplies, and bothering the other dads on his team for information.

When Ana finally went into labor, Reo was beside himself, anxiety spiking through him with each of her contractions. He held her but hand to be reminded to breathe more than Ana did; he only came to his senses when Ana threatened to have him thrown out if he didn't calm down.

Finally, a strong cry broke through the chaos of the delivery room, and time seemed to stand still. A nurse laid the baby on Ana's chest; someone in the room announced it was a girl.

A daughter, Reo thought, all other ideas silenced. We have a daughter.

Eventually Ana handed him the tiny girl, a tuft of purple hair framing her equally purple eyes. As he sat next to Ana and held his daughter, tears falling freely, Reo knew Kunigami was right. This was the best thing in the entire world.

#fanfic #bllk #blue lock #fic #bllk fic #bllk reo #reo mikage #mikage reo hcs #mikage reo fluff #mikage reo smut #mikage reo as a dad #dad mikage reo #baby fever #blue lock dads

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The Cursed Journey

PART 7: SUMMIT

FOUR YEARS AGO

There was a time in my life where I thought nothing was worse than afterparties. Being forced to attend a party or ceremony was terrible enough, having to stay afterwards? It was like being given detention.

The night of the Hugo Awards might have been the worst of the worst, simply because I wanted nothing more than to go home and decompress while everyone else there wanted nothing more than to talk to me. I was moments away from doing something my PR team would regret when a bartender slid a tonic with lime in front of me.

"Compliments of the gentleman." They winked and pointed to the other end of the bar.

Min-joon was standing there, leaning against the glowing counter as casually as can be, his face and body awash in pink and blue light. He was wearing a sparkling black suit jacket, an open collared shirt made from sheer lace, and a stunning necklace that dripped down his neck and chest like a stream of frozen tears. It put my basic purple suit to shame. Min-joon wasn't even looking at me. He seemed fully engrossed in his phone, so I smirked and pulled out my own.

I messaged him: "thanks" and watched for him to receive it.

A tiny smile bloomed across his face. Without looking up, he responded: "You're welcome. Congrats by the way. I guess it's a little bit cool that you won"

"eh, its alright. im sure youll get it next time" I loosened my tie with one hand. "where do you think i should put it? coffee table?"

I heard him snort from across the bar. "What do you mean by coffee table? That stack of books between the fridge and the bed? Or are you referring to the windowsill?"

"its a secret, i'll finally show you next time"

"Looking forward to it." He looked up for a second, deliberately avoiding my direction. "Also, just so you know, there's at least three people behind you waiting to flirt with your handsome ass."

"who?"

He glanced up again, subtly. "Orange suit jacket, fishnet mask, and red (not pink) sequined dress." As soon as I finished reading that, another text came in. "Actually take that back, pink sequins just gave you the eyes too."

I laughed, half at him and half at myself. "i love how you can tell all that and i cant"

"No worries, mate. I've got your back. You need me to be your Cyrano, just let me know."

"i think i may need an anti-cyrano"

He bit his lip. "Perfect. I'll help you repel potential suitors while keeping an eye out for any stray admirers."

I quickly responded with "my hero" before my moment of reprieve was cut short.

"Mx. Specter?" I swiveled around in my seat. An elderly individual in a rusty orange suit was standing in front of me. I couldn't tell if they were Orange Suit Jacket. "Jacket" seemed like very intentional wording on Min-joon's behalf and this person was in a full on suit.

"Yes?"

"Ayodele Akande. Channel 6 News. I just wanted to congratulate you on your big win. Who Watches was the best book I've read in the last decade and Felix is one of my favorite characters."

"Thank you so much." 200 bucks says you never even read it.

''Mr. Akande. Ken had a ques—oh, sorry." I turned to see a beautiful individual in a red sequined dress. "I didn't realize you were talking with someone."

"It's fine, Gerry. I was just congratulating, Mx. Specter." He gave me a pat on the arm which I didn't appreciate. "But they have plenty more praise to receive. Where's Ken?" He walked off with the assistant.

As they left my personal bubble and I was permitted to turn back to the bar, my smile slid from my face like dust off a windshield. "i cant fucking do this"

"Hmm..." Three dots appeared then disappeared. I glanced up and Min-joon wasn't there anymore. My spirit sank.

Several more people approached me. I'm not sure how many exactly, but it felt like a damn stampede. Strangers just chattering about my book, asking inane questions and promoting themselves with little to no subtlety. If I hadn't shaved my head a few days before, I'd have pulled all my hair out right then and there.

My phone buzzed. "Oh, sorry," I mumbled. "Just need to check—"

Min-joon: "There's a dude coming for you."

"what the fuck?"

"Mx. Specter?" A server waved to me from a few feet away.

"Excuse me." I eagerly deserted my unpleasant company.

"Your coat and personal items are just back here." I followed the stranger into the kitchen where they handed me my stuff then down a winding corridor to a staff elevator. "Head to the garage floor. He said he'll be there for you."

"Who are you talking about?"

"I've been paid to forget that information."

Min-joon was waiting just outside the elevator in his little green car. "Get in, loser." He winked.

"Sorry, aren't you the loser?" I asked, dropping into the passenger seat and tossing the trophy in the back.

"Nah. You may have won the Hugo." Min-joon smirked. "But I already have the best prize." He reached out to hold my hand.

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No need to call, when your already home

Summary: After the events of 'Just A Call away', holidays are right around the corner and Scout already packed up to go home. Luckily for him, Sniper decides to do his best friend a favor.

Along the way, the marksman recalls his blooming feelings for his best friend for the past 2 years, how will he deal with this as he joins him for the holidays as well as meeting his family?

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Part 1 > Part 2 > Part 3

"An offer for the holidays"

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You may start reading! ^^

"3..2..1.. VICTORY!" The speakers roared loudly as the war had finally come to a stop for the day. The RED team had won once again 3 rows in a week, but of course as usual are only just a win higher then the BLUS like every other week.

Scout raised his bat in the air as he laughed happily, slightly hopping in joy on the control point as the other mercs celebrate where they stood. The BLU's shortly came by to congratulate them and said their goodbyes for the week, as well as telling them to enjoy their holidays. "Yea yea you too Chris see you in the next 2 weeks." The RED Scout said with a smile as he waved off his BLU counterpart. He sighs out of tiredness and quickly takes off his cap, brushing his fingers through his hair as he continues to walk back to respawn and into the locker room.

"So ya laddies going back home for this years holidays?" Demo asked in the middle of dinner. "Well yknow, the usual. Staying around base and work on my new inventions." Engineer replied as he continues wiping his plate, "mmfgomm mtoom smmtay ammd molor!" "Heavy is visiting mother for the first week, then sisters on the second." "I'd say the same as Engineer, I have many organs that are too precious to go to waste." "I AGREE WITH BOTH OF THEM! I SHALL STAY AS WELL TO KEEP THE BASE SAFE!" "I'm going back to Boston for the whole 2 weeks." Everyone replied. Well, except for Spy who had finished dinner rather quickly and went back to his smoking room.

"What about you Slim? Going anywhere this year?" Sniper was taken a back by the question, shifting uncomfortably as he pushes his glasses back up. He shrugs. "Probably staying in the camper like last year, maybe call my parents if they aren't too busy with the farm." He replied, taking a sip from his iced tea, which was in fact too sweet thanks to Scout but still takes another sip.

"Aw come on man! Alone on again? Why don't you come with me back in Boston? I mean I did tell my Ma bout ya sometimes so am sure she wouldn't mind me bringing a friend over!" Scout suggests excitingly as he washes his plate. Sniper was again, taken a back by the question. Sure he and Scout had been working together for 5 years in total, going to 6 this year, and had been best friends for 3 years.

Now the offer sounded nice overall, and Sniper had no problem with it at all really! But the problem was...

Well straight to the point? Sniper is falling in love with Scout.

And what's worse is that the poor marksman turned into a nervous wreck after that.

And suddenly getting an offer to join your best friend that your in love with for the holidays and back to his hometown with his family?

You can already tell where this is going, Sniper says no and stays in his camper for the holidays like last year..

Well.. That's what you would expect.. Even Sniper himself thought so too but-

"I don't see why not" And those were the words that fell right out of his mouth. And as he was about to correct himself, that damn smile from Scout himself had gotten to him first. "Awh thanks man! Oh your gonna love it in Boston! I know it ain't like the farm but hey I'll tell ya the basics along the way alright? And hey ya can meet Jack too!" Scout's excitement seemed to bloom with the way his voice grew brighter and higher, how his eyes lit up as well as a smile.

How could Sniper ever say no to that?

#SiC anon writes #team fortress 2 #tf2 #tf2 sniper #tf2 scout #tf2 sniperscout #tf2 speeding bullet #speeding bullet #sniperscout

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The winning team of ArtFight 2022 has been announced--- congratulations to Team Bloom! 💐 And gg to everyone that participated this year, I hope people had a lotta fun.

This is my first time being on the winning team for ArtFight, so I'm feeling pretty delighted >v<

I'm posting my Top 9 pictures I drew this ArtFight; ones that I enjoyed drawing, or am particularly proud of ☆

#artfight #artfight 2022 #artfight bloom #team bloom #artfight team bloom #art summary #art #my art #digital #color #artists on tumblr

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How to Transition Your Startup Into a Blooming Business by Carl Iberger

Congratulations! You've taken the plunge and started your own business. But now what? How do you grow your startup into a blooming business? While there's no one-size-fits-all answer, there are some key things you can do to give your business the best chance for success. Keep reading about Carl Iberger to learn more.

How to grow your startup into a blooming business?

1. Develop a niche market.

One of the keys to growing your business is to develop a niche market. When you try to be everything to everyone, you end up being nothing to anyone. Figure out who your target customer is and what needs they have that you can meet. Then, focus all of your marketing efforts on reaching those customers. Not only will this help you attract more of the right kind of customers, but it will also help you win them over with targeted messaging that speaks directly to their needs.

2. Build a strong team of experts.

No business can succeed without a strong team in place. As your business grows, you'll need to bring on experts in various fields to help you manage different aspects of the operation. This could include everything from financial experts to website development professionals. The key is to build a team of people who are experts in their respective fields and who you can trust to help you take your business to the next level.

3. Focus on quality.

In today's competitive marketplace, customers have more choices than ever before. That's why it's so important to focus on quality in everything you do. From the products and services you offer to the way you market and sell them, make sure that you're always putting your best foot forward. Remember, quality doesn't have to mean expensive—it just has to mean good enough that customers will keep coming back for more.

What is the best business strategy for a business?

There is no one "best" business strategy that will work for all businesses. The best strategy will depend on the specific goals, resources, and expertise of a particular company. However, some general principles can help guide businesses in developing effective strategies.

One key factor to consider when developing a business strategy is the market in which your business operates. Businesses must have an understanding of their target customers, their needs and preferences, and their purchasing power. This allows companies to tailor their products and services to meet these customer needs, as well as set prices that are appropriate for each market segment.

Another important consideration when developing a business strategy is the competition in your industry. You need to understand who your competitors are and what they offer, as well as the strategies they are using to compete in the market. This allows you to develop a competitive edge and differentiate your business from others in your industry.

In addition, businesses should focus on building strong relationships with their employees and customers. By engaging and empowering employees, companies can encourage them to be more productive, innovative, and invested in the success of the organization. And by developing positive relationships with customers, companies can earn customer loyalty and increase sales over time.

In the end,

Growing a startup into a blooming business takes time, effort, and dedication—but it can be done! By following the tips outlined above, you can give your business the best chance for success as it transitions from a small operation into a thriving enterprise.

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Welcome to our latest issue!

Congratulations to the winner of our January 1, 2022 Golf Up North Newsletter

Al HaaslYou gave the correct answer for which courses we played at the Grand Traverse Resort – Spruce Run and the Wolverine. Your Schwag Bag will be on its way!

If you would like a chance to win some Golf Up North schwag you have to subscribe to the newsletter. Subscribe to Golf Up North Newsletter and be on the mailing list for the March 1, 2022 edition.

It is February and we are 1 more month closer to golf season Up North. For me there are dates and events that make me feel that spring is just around the corner.

Heading into February, football winds down with the Pro Bowl and finishes with the Super Bowl. Excited to watch The Rams and The Bengals battle it out in a couple of weeks. With Big Ben and Tom (The Goat) retiring, and uncertainty with Aaron Rodgers, future games are going to look much different. Going to be fun watching the winds shift as new talent and teams rise to the top. I am a Lion’s fan, enough said. LOL

Seeing March approach so quickly feels like the weather should be turning, flowers should be blooming, and the courses should be getting ready for the new season. I said, “feels like it should be”…not that it was. I have lived Up North long enough to know that March is usually not for the weak. Wishful thinking can sometimes turn into reality.

I have mentioned in previous issues that in October I was able to check a few courses off my bucket list. This issue will feature the last of the courses I played. The fun part of this trip was it was a Girl’s trip. My sister-in-law came north and along with her sister and my daughter-in-law we headed over to Kewadin to give the Sundance Course at A-Ga-Ming Golf Resort a try. To make it even sweeter my sister-in-law treated.

A-Ga-Ming Golf Resort

I have always been intrigued by A-Ga-Ming Golf Resort which means “on the shore”. A-Ga-Ming is a 72 hole golf resorts on the shores of Torch Lake and Lake Michigan. With 4 courses in 3 locations and 2 counties, it is a vacation destination. The resort offers stay and play packages and can accommodate groups.

A-Ga-Ming Torch Course started as a nine-hole course in the early 70’s eventually becoming 18 holes in the 80’s.

Current owners Larry Lavely and Mike Brown added 3 more courses. Sundance in 2005 (course we played), Antrim Dells in 2012 and in 2017 Charlevoix Country Club.

Torch Course and Sundance Course are on the main resort property. Antrim Dells is 10 minutes away on the shores of Lake Michigan. Charlevoix Country Club is about 40 minutes north in Charlevoix close to downtown

Sundance Course

We used Google maps in my car to find our way to A-Ga-Ming and ended up driving right past the side street that would take us to the entrance. Google was not clear and there was a large sign past the correct street that looked like the entrance. We figured it out, turned around and found our way.

When you build something up in your head, your expectations can exceed the reality. Initially this was the case. The entrance and the drive to the pro shop was under whelming. A pole barn in the middle of farmland, not exactly a resort vibe. BUT our experience exceeded expectations!

Checking in and grabbing refreshments was quick and easy. The staff was very accommodating and friendly. We were there on a Friday afternoon and though they were not fully booked, they were busy.

The Course

The course is par 72 and offers 5 sets of tees for different skill levels. It is an open course with wide fairways and the native grasses similar to Arcadia Bluffs that I mentioned in our December issue. It is a well-designed course with lots of sand traps and few water hazards. A review online claimed there were 121 bunkers, I believe them, fortunately I was able to avoid them, others not so much.

It had been chilly and rainy the days before, warmed up a little for our trip but still was damp and misty in the air. Was not sure how the course would fair being so close to both Lake Michigan and Torch Lake.

The first hole has elevated tees and was the only place on the course where we encountered very wet and soggy ground in a low area to the left. As long as you did not hit to the left you were good. I did not hit to the left, those that did will remain unnamed.

The Front Nine

The front nine started well for me and I was feeling surprisingly good about my chances of breaking 100 and then hole 3 happened. Now, hole 3 is a simple par 3, 102 yards from the ladies’ tees and should have been simple for me. The catch? You had to hit over water. Golf is part skill and part mental and for me when faced with water the thoughts in my head get me every time, including this time. Landed just shy of land on the other side. The others did not let a little water intimidate and ended nicely on the green.

Next 6 holes went well, but not well enough to balance out hole 3. Was going to take chipping like Mickelson’s video taught me to break 100.

At the turn we stopped and refilled our beverages and grabbed a bite. Meal choices are typical of a snack bar, but the food was fresh and tasty. They have a pizza oven that rumor has it makes amazing pizza, next trip will definitely try it.

The Back Nine

The back nine has a lot more trees and some crazy bunker placement and I was worried. I was able to avoid the bunkers and stay in the fairways. The bigger challenge for me was putting. The greens up front were playing slower, the back greens were playing faster. Took me a while to readjust.

Although I did not break 100, I did have some Mickelson worthy chip shots.

One of the things I really liked about this course is that it was fun for all of us. The four of us are all at different skill levels from beginner to a player who played in college. This course provided a challenge for the better golfers while giving me the straighter fairways that I do well on. I may bogie most holes, but my drives stay in the fairways allowing me to keep up pace with better players. I will definitely be back, I still want to try the other 3 courses!

This was my first “girls” golf trip and was so much fun. I usually golf with my husband, with mixed groups or by myself. Hanging with just girls at a course was a unique experience and one I hope to repeat this upcoming season.

This off season has been so busy that I have not had a chance to head south and golf with my son. I cannot wait to get back on the course and hoping for an early opening for some of the courses up north. There have been a few years where courses in lower northern Michigan have opened for walkers in March, fingers crossed.

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🤍 Haikyuu WIP excerpts

preview post for hq because recently i showed sara a list of my works in progress and she laughed at me and then made a dn joke like this is 2015 or something. we got:

🤍 communal property /// ushijima x f!reader x tendou 🤍 sunshower /// atsumu x f!reader x osamu 🤍 corporate ethics /// kuroo x f!reader

anyway these are all terrible first drafts and i'm not sorry. however i am very very into these pieces and if you're interested in seeing them finished, you should tell me fr fr

🤍 communal property /// Ushijima x f!Reader x Tendou

Summary: Tendou shares everything with Ushijima—his food, his dorm room, even the AVs he likes. Why not his girlfriend, too?

Tags/warnings: poly relationship in progress (only you and Tendou are dating at this point), mild suggestiveness ??, s*ze k*nk

Status: 10k words written (holy fuck lol) out of ~11k total? this bitch better get finished is2g

After the match, your voice is hoarse from screaming but you still manage to yell congratulations for your boyfriend when you meet him and Ushijima outside the locker room in the stadium. You’re pumped on the adrenaline of the game, so you don’t even protest like you usually would when Tendou picks you up in the middle of your hug and lifts you off the ground effortlessly. “How was I? Awesome, right? I told you we would beat them!”

“You did, you so did—“ Even though your throat hurts, you can’t help gushing about every rally, every soul-crushing block, every impossible spike. “—and then the guy on the left thought he was clear to shoot it but you just—“ You throw your arms in the air and mime hitting the ball down like a blocker. “Wha-bam!—and the look on his face! I thought he was going to punch you!”

Tendou laughs and lays a sloppy kiss on your cheek, just as thrilled as you are by the win. “You really liked it that much? I thought you weren’t into sports.”

“I loved it! You were so cool! I can’t believe I’m dating someone so cool!” You wrap your legs around his back and hug his face close to yours, reveling in the fact that this weirdo belongs to you wholly and entirely, that you get to have him to yourself (well, other than his roommate). “And I’m not into sports, I’m into you.”

Tendou smiles in a way that makes the sides of his eyes crinkle up and little red patches bloom over his cheeks, a look that says, I like you so much (Y/N), I like you I like you I like you, except he’s probably trying not to be mushy like that since Ushijima is standing off to the side.

You feel a little bad for ignoring him (no one likes being the third wheel, even if he never shows signs of caring) so when Tendou sets you down you turn to Ushijima. “And you! Holy shit, Tendou said you were good, but I didn’t know you were that good. The ball when you hit it was super loud—honestly, how are your hands okay? If I hit it that hard I’d probably break something.”

“My hands are fine…this is normal for me.”

But just because you’ve got them here in front of you and you’re still pumped from the exhilaration of the win, you can’t help grabbing Ushijima’s hand and flipping it palm-up to inspect. True to his word, there’s no redness, just the calluses he’s built up on his long fingers. “Wow.”

“You don’t need to worry about Wakatoshi,” Tendou tells you, grinning and then making a face. “He’s a monster, he can handle it.”

“No kidding. You’re both monsters.” You put the base of your palm up against Ushijima’s to gauge the size of his hand against yours, and without prompting Tendou grabs your other hand to press against his own. Tendou’s fingers are a bit longer, but Ushijima’s are…thicker, more solid. Your hands look like a little kid’s in comparison. “Can I be honest? Half the time I was thinking I actually feel bad for the other team. If I had to take on both of you at the same time, I’d probably cry.”

You’re (mostly) joking, but it’s still a complete shock when you see the side of Ushijima’s mouth curl up a tiny bit. You’ve known each other for months at this point, but you’ve never seen him smile until now. Half of you is wondering if this is some kind of optical illusion caused by the atmosphere and the dim light of the stadium cutting through the evening, but the other half of you enjoys it. You made Ushijima smile. You did that.

“Don’t sell yourself short, (Y/N).” Ushijima says, tipping his head to the side.

“Yeah!” Tendou chimes in, resting his chin on top of your head and folding his arms around your neck from his place behind you. “I’m sure you could take both of us. Right, Wakatoshi?”

So that’s probably a sign.

🤍 sunshower /// Atsumu x f!Reader x Osamu

Summary: [Kitsune AU] You find an old Ō-Inari shrine in the woods that may not be as abandoned as it looks.

Tags/warnings: Shinto religion, this preview is biased toward tsumu oops, yearning/soft vibes

Status: 3.9k words written out of 5–6k? total

Atsumu was the one who found you.

That’s how he likes to talk about it, that he found you, like you’d still be wandering around lost in the woods if it weren’t for him. Osamu thinks you would have found your way back home eventually but Atsumu likes it better this way, this framing that makes it seem like they saved you.

It’s hard for him to tell time linearly the way humans do but you mention once that you’ve known them for a year and that seems to fit. It’s spring now, almost barely tipping into summer, and it was spring when Atsumu found you. He remembers because of the way it was raining: light and tender, a summer rain early in the season, each little drop tapping off a leaf and then rolling into the forest bed to be eaten up by the grass and the soil.

Atsumu likes the rain, likes the sweet earthy smell it makes and the way the plants look so lush and green and alive, like they’d bleed if he sunk his teeth into them. He was out in the woods because of the rain ('Samu was in the shrine, as usual, attempting to set buckets under the millions of holes in the roof so the rainwater wouldn’t pool and rot through the wood underneath). But Atsumu was half asleep in a tree when he heard you crashing through the undergrowth, tripping over ferns and snapping every twig in your path (thought ya might be a bear, he tells you later, that’s how loud ya were) but he wouldn’t really have woken up if he hadn’t heard you singing.

(The odd thing is, you weren’t actually singing. You remember that day as vividly as they do: the warm, humid air making your skin feel sticky under your yellow raincoat; the tiny raindrops filtering through the canopy and kissing your cheeks; the ink feathering out on the damp xerox of the old map you found in your great-aunt’s attic so you could barely make out the “X” that was supposed to mark the location of the lost Inari shrine… You were cursing how stupid you’d been to go on a wild goose chase into the mountains with no cell service and no marked trail to look for a shrine that no one had seen in decades. You definitely weren’t singing.)

But Atsumu remembers it differently. No matter how many times you explain that you were just talking to yourself, when he replays the sound of your voice back then (reaching and lilting and falling, the way the birds talk to each other in the early morning, except the music of it was poured into syllables and words), it sounds like you’re singing. He wasn’t sure at first, hadn’t heard a voice that wasn’t Osamu’s in so many years that he gets tired counting them, but then he saw you push into view from between two bushes and he thought, a human!

A girl, too—it was hard to say at first because you were wearing that weird, slick jacket of yours, so bright yellow it was like an oversized flower blooming out of the grass, but then you tilted your head up to feel the rain on your face and the hood fell down and he knew. Not just a human, a girl! Atsumu wanted to yell for Osamu, make him come and confirm that there was a person wandering around not a mile from the shrine. A real person! Singing and smiling and wiping the rain off her cheeks (does that mean you like the rain, just like he does? did you come out to feel it too?) But he also wanted to surprise Osamu so he hid his tails and his ears and came down from the tree and asked if you had lost your way in the forest, since you were so far from any path…

When you think back on this yourself you’re amazed that you just went with him: a strange boy (man?) wearing a fox mask and traditional Shinto priest robes, which were somehow pristine white and red despite him having appeared from nowhere in the middle of a dense forest, who told you he had no idea what direction the village was but he could take you to the Inari shrine you’d been searching for…well. Maybe you were too surprised to be wary, or maybe you were just exhausted and lost. But you like to think you had a sense of it even then, the irrational belief that the boy in the woods was not just a boy in the woods.

Atsumu thinks you knew. Humans always understand, even when they try not to… He remembers, he took your hand that day in the forest and you saw that the claws on his fingers were too long to be human, and you said nothing because on some level you already felt it. Your skin was cool then, smooth and damp from the rain; he wanted to stop, run his hands up your arms, touch the places on your face where your mouth had been turned up at the corners and press his fingers into your cheeks.

🤍 corporate ethics /// Kuroo x f!Reader

Summary: [Office AU] The new junior marketing associate just happens to be Kuroo’s favorite camgirl, and he’s having trouble keeping his hands to himself.

Tags/Warnings: boss/employee, businessman!Kuroo as a reformed player, camgirl reader, this excerpt has a lil bit of 18+ content 👀

Status: 1.2k words written out of 4k? words total

Kuroo doesn’t watch porn.

It’s not, like, a moral principle or something. He has nothing against pornography. As far as he knows, it’s perfectly normal for single men. He just doesn’t like it…unless it’s you.

When he was in school it was easy. Being a teenager meant being so flooded with hormones that a warm breeze could get him up, and the adrenaline rush of winning a game was better than any big-titted porn actress faking moans into a shit-quality boom mic. Sure, he watched porn back then (what teenage boy didn’t?), but it was more out of curiosity than necessity. It was all kind of a mystery at that point, the way it can only be when you’re a clueless virgin and you and all your friends are too busy practicing for the next game to get girls.

Somehow Bokuto was the first one in their friend group to lose his virginity, and the memory of the dumbass self-consciously describing the experience has been lodged in Kuroo’s brain for the 10+ years since. “It was…I don’t know. She smelled good. You know how girls always smell good?” Bokuto’s hands twitched and his face was pink. “It’s just really…soft.”

Soft was right, Kuroo would reflect when he got laid for the first time a few months later. Soft, warm, wet. Sex was awkward at first, but before he knew it it was more natural than breathing.

It didn’t change much after high school, either. He didn’t get into volleyball for the groupies, but they didn’t hurt. There were girls when he played for his college team, more girls when he joined a business frat, so many girls he couldn’t keep track…they blurred together after a while. It didn’t take effort. You don’t need game when you’re 6’2 and you’re in the gym 40 hours a week, and you definitely don’t need porn.

So he never got into it. Now that he’s promoting volleyball instead of playing, things are more complicated. Kuroo’s never been the type who expects things to fall in his lap, but there are so many rules when it comes to dating in the real world. Good morning texts, anniversaries, flowers, parents. It’s exhausting. One time—seriously, just one time—Kuroo misses his girlfriend’s birthday to go watch a Jackals game, and the next time he sees her she throws her drink on him in public and keys his car. After that, Kuroo decides that until he’s ready to settle down there will be no more girlfriends. Which means no more reliable sex. Which means resorting to porn.

Which means you.

You, batting your eyelashes at the camera and biting the side of your lip. You, purring and mewing like a kitten. You, lying back on your pretty pink bedsheets in your pretty pink lingerie, sliding your hands between your legs. It takes Kuroo a full month to decide to pay for access to your website (Kenma’s unsolicited recommendation) but it takes less than five minutes for him to upgrade access to premium. You look like a wet dream—no, you look like the centerfold of every dirty magazine Kuroo managed to get his hands on when he was younger. Pristine and alluring and so deliciously out of reach.

And you make it so simple. No delicate emotional games with rules Kuroo never bothered to learn. No pretending to care how your day was. You untie the little bows on the side of your panties and lick your fingers and Kuroo just has to take his dick out and watch you. Getting off hasn’t been this easy for him since college. You’re a camgirl, you exist on his computer screen, and that’s how he likes it.

Which makes it a lot more awkward when Kuroo finds out that the only woman he’s gotten off to in the past…year, maybe?…somehow just got hired in JVA’s sports promotion department as his junior associate.

Your prim work blouse is buttoned up to the collar and your makeup is different, but he knows it’s you. You have to tell him your name twice because he’s too stunned to respond the first time, and even then he can’t summon up more of a response than a curt nod because his mouth tastes like dirt.

You smile a little awkwardly at his cool reception, and the hand you’d extended out to shake swings back down to your side. “Um, the guy at HR said he sent up my info yesterday…I’ll be working directly underneath you?”

Directly underneath me. Kuroo is taking a sip of his coffee when you say this. He doesn’t spit it out, but it’s close.

#haikyuu x reader #ushijima x reader #tendou x reader #atsumu x reader #osamu x reader #kuroo x reader #hq x reader #haikyuu #ushijima wakatoshi x reader #tendou satori x reader #atsumu miya x reader #osamu miya x reader #kuroo tetsuro x reader #haikyuu imagines

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penwieldingdreamer · 2 years

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Win a Blind Date with Who?

So this idea came to me when I was at work and talked about fundraising with a client and I thought: wouldn't it be amazing to win a date with him 🤷🏼‍♀️🤔

So here it is, as it's too long to put in one post, it probably will be Multi-Part, just not sure how long it's gonna be. I'm trying to keep the physical description of my OC to a minimum only having named her. I tried to use the reader POV, but it's been a while since I've done that and it just wouldn't flow as easy for me🙏🏻🤦🏼‍♀️ Let me know what you guys think.

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Celebrity Charity Fundraiser

Win an amazing and exciting date day/night with one of our participating celebrities.

Actor Chris Evans will take you to Disneyland Florida. Enjoy the magical kingdom and go behind the scenes with our own Captain America.

Actor Pablo Schreiber loves to hike and he'd take you on a tour through the mountains, showing you beautiful sights and places to enjoy.

Actress Lily James is going to take you on a tour of her favorite spots in New York and a night out on town. Shopping for the Party and drinks included.

And many more great prizes!

What do you have to do?

Make a donation to our Everyday Hero fund that helps everyone in need, no matter if it's children, adults, refugees, animals or our beloved Mother Earth we'll take care of everyone every day.

Maybe you'll be another one of our Everyday Heroes and win one of the three dates. But don't fret, we've got other exciting prizes, too.

Good luck!

With a sigh she closed the tab on her computer and leaned back in her chair. Kate couldn't believe she just entered that competition for a date with someone she never met or thought she knew before that fundraiser - yes she looked them up and could have slapped herself for forgetting Captain America and Cinderella, but the guy from American Gods was something else, not having heard about him until now - and they didn’t even know she existed on planet earth themself. It was dumb and luck probably wasn't on her side but at least she'd done something good for those that needed it. The winning letter wouldn't be hers, so she didn't bother with keeping tabs on it.

Kate had to be real, daydreaming was only getting you so far and it wasn't going to pay your bills or put food on the table. Besides, none of those celebrities were going to be best buddies with those that won, there’d be pictures and trading some stories, maybe autographs but nothing else.

Two weeks later, she got home late from another twelve hour shift at the beautician she worked at. She really loved her job, but having to be the one working more than even her boss was getting tiring rather quickly. Opening the door to her parents house, Kate held the pile of mail in her hands, cursing when some slid to the floor. It was just the tip of the iceberg after the day she had had dealing with troublesome clients and a boss in her mid-life-crisis.

Putting her bag on the low shelf in the hallway, Kate grabbed the envelopes and flipped through them. Most were marketing ads or bills, but one was different. It was the same return address as the agency she sent her donation to. Probably just a 'thank you for your donation’ card.

Shrugging, she ripped it open and pulled out the aforementioned card, chuckling at herself for knowing the hope that had started to bloom in her chest was just as dumb as thinking her boss was going to change her ways of treating her workers. But just as she was about to throw the envelope away along with the card, she saw a larger piece of paper, a hand written note.

Dear Kate,

first of all, thank you for participating and donating to Everyday Heroes, anybody can help change somebody's life every day. Secondly, congratulations on winning a hiking date with American Gods' star Pablo Schreiber. We're happy to announce that the actor himself pulled you from the tub of those in the pool. More information will be sent to you shortly by his management team.

Again thank you for your donation and congratulations on your win.

Greetings

Laura from Everyday Heroes

"Holy shit," she mumbled, sitting down on the small stool in her hallway. Kate couldn't believe it and thought that maybe they had the wrong person but the address was clearly hers and there was her name on the letter.

"Hun, what's going on?" Her aunt Beatrice who she lived with came around the corner from the kitchen, concerned with her niece’s behavior. “Did something happen at work?”

Looking up at the older woman, Kate frowned, shaking her head and wordlessly handing over the letter she received. She took it and glanced at her niece, her eyebrows raised in question. "This is not some fake organization you donated money to, like the thing they warn you on TV about?"

"I have no idea, it seemed legit and I looked up the information so I guess it's a real organization." She shrugged her shoulders and got up, heading for the kitchen to grab a drink - maybe she'd enjoy a glass of wine, just to get her brain in order again.

Beatrice followed her, watching her dazed niece work on autopilot. "So, do you plan to cash it in? I mean this is a once in a lifetime opportunity. Have you looked him up? I bet he's hot like all of those American actors."

"Bea," she groaned, putting the glass down on the counter so she wouldn't mess up the clean kitchen, something she had learned to avoid at all cost.

"Kate," her aunt mimicked, stopping next to the younger woman. "I might be twenty years older than you but I can still appreciate a good looking citizen of the male population and I bet you, he'll be very good looking otherwise he wouldn't do that. Females respond better to the good looking ones."

"Stop it, I bet this actor got better things to do than take me on a walk around the mountains. Besides, you know I hate heights, so it's going to be a short lived date and the pandemic isn't really helping."

"Kate, you won this thing, just be happy and take what you get." Bea told her, grabbing the glass of wine her niece prepared and left her standing in the kitchen, snickering as she listened to her grumbling. Oh how she loved that girl. "You'll thank me later on your wedding day."

She followed the older woman, glaring at her. "You're just like mum. Dating doesn't really work that well if you're working twelve hours every day with no real time off and private life. Also have you heard from other women dating while in isolation or lock-down, it's no fun at all."

"Well then, you got the best opportunity to try. Isolation with him might not be so bad." Bea toasted her, smirking as her niece retreated with a huff. Soon life would be different for Kate, she could feel it.

#pablo schreiber x original female character #pablo schreiber x oc #pablo schreiber x ofc #pablo schreiber imagine #pablo schreiber drabble #pablo schreiber fic #pablo schreiber

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thebreadvansstuff · 2 years

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Snippet

Thank you @littleroverlouis and @hearyouhowling for tagging me!! :D Here's a snippet from my girl direction fic, which is much longer than I would have ever expected, and it's still in progress. Here we go!

The game starts when Maria blows into the whistle -which she nicked from her son’s toys collection- and Niall steals the ball right off the bat.

By the first fifteen minutes, Louis’ realised that Harry’s enthusiasm cannot make up for her inability to run fast enough in order to catch up with the other players.

By the first twenty minutes, Louis’ realised that Perrie and Zayn are not even pretending to put any effort into the game, simply standing by their makeshift goal post and flirting shamelessly.

So now Louis carries the weight of her whole team and she has to compete alone against Niall and Casey, who are both extremely competitive and focused on winning, apparently.

Their motivation might only be free coffee at the cafeteria, but Louis is differently motivated. She’s running on the high of making Harry squeal whenever Louis nears the goal post (she would make a great cheerleader for their team).

Louis is especially proud of herself when she finally scores, sending the ball right between Sally’s legs and into the imaginary net.

Harry screams in joy and runs up to Louis to congratulate her with a tight hug.

Louis has mud on her hands and reeks of sweat, but she still squeezes Harry tight against her.

And Harry might be some kind of a goddess because her skin feels cool and not in the least sweaty, even though she’s been jumping up and down - quite uselessly - for the better part of the hour.

And Louis might have more than just a silly little crush on her, because her stomach clenches when she has to pull away and it clenches even harder when Harry smiles big and bright at her as she whispers “I’m so proud of you!”

Tagging @beelou @uhoh-but-yeah-alright @kingsofeverything @disgruntledkittenface @homosociallyyours @larrysballetslippers @defencelesswonderwall @princelyharry @stylesthebrave @juliusschmidt @thedevilinmybrain @jacaranda-bloom @neondiamond @hershelsue @bottomhaztoplou @wabadabadaba @agape-28 @haztobegood

#snippet #mine #fic things #girl direction

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polyester

kita shinsuke | w.c 2k

a/n: sigh pain,, this is inspired by the song heather by conan gray! i was walking my dog when the song came on and i was like huh, what if i just write a leetle something? which became u know,, 2k words,,,, anyway uh note that this not really an x reader fic,,,

now with the companion piece cotton

set post-timeskip

warnings: just sad, poor use of past tense honestly i struggled so hard, unrequited feelings/love, some tears being shed, feelings of regret

On the second day of your first year of high school you meet Kita Shinsuke.

Quiet, collected, Kita Shinsuke.

It had been completely by luck of the draw. You could remember your nerves, still afraid of navigating the ins and outs of high school when there was a gentle tap on your shoulder in the first year hallway.

“You dropped this.” He’d placed the notebook in your hands before you could stutter out a thank you, left to watch as he approached the Miya twins with a stern look.

To call it love at first sight may have been an exaggeration, but at the time you couldn’t help but color it as such.

His cool demeanor and dedication to a sport that hardly rewarded him was far more admirable than you would’ve liked to admit. So you had found yourself at few more volleyball matches than someone who never cared for the sport.

And when Miya Atsumu came careening into the classroom one frigid morning spouting nonsense and demanding one of the girls in your class volunteer to be the volleyball club’s team manager you couldn’t have stopped yourself from raising your hand if you tried.

He wasn’t even captain yet, but the two of you worked closely. Staying behind to clean up after the raucous first years, careless second years and overworked third years.

The only ones dedicated enough.

Somewhere in between those late nights cleaning and those early mornings prepping, between the quiet whispers and watching him become more and more dependable.

You had fallen in love.

It hadn’t surprised you, you knew you were doomed from the start. Since that one lucky day in the first year hallway, you knew it had been a matter of when not if.

There had been more than enough opportunities to confess your feelings, to free yourself of the endless nights of pining, of being tormented by all the what ifs and almosts.

Yet you watched in perfect silence as your first year melted away. Watched as Kita earned the right to being called captain, and let yourself be consumed by the role of the doting team manager.

Once again you had found yourself letting the months roll by, allowing your feelings to rot away at your insides, suffering in the way he seemed to form a kind smile solely for you, living for the quiet praise and approving nods he’d occasionally offer.

“Why don’t you just confess?” Your friend had said, tired of the sad way you would carry yourself after a particularly taxing day of spending too much time in Kita’s proximity.

“Nationals, I’ll tell him when we win nationals.” You promised, trying to convince yourself that it would be the right time, a poor attempt at trying to conjure up a speck of bravery.

By the time Nationals had arrived you had prepared your heart to the best of your ability, ready to see your team take their rightful spot as the champions.

And when they didn’t, whatever courage you had cobbled together shattered. So you sulked. Standing on the balcony of the hotel, staring up at the light polluted Tokyo sky, shaking from the biting cold.

“You’ll get sick like that.” You hadn’t thought your blood could run any colder until his voice interrupted whatever pitiful thoughts had been running through your mind.

“I-It’s...fine.” You hoped he chalked down the stammer in your words from the weather over nerves.

“Mmm. Don’t stay out here too long.” You nodded your head, keeping your eyes focused on a flickering star struggling to make its presence known when there was a weight on your shoulders. You couldn’t help but snap your eyes down, the familiar shade of maroon now hanging over your body.

And what should’ve finally been said that night was left in the air, left struggling like that little star in the sky.

With a heavy heart you watched him graduate, watched as time kept moving without bothering to let you catch up.

◇ ◆ ◇

Years later you can say with confidence that your school girl crush has aptly faded, telling yourself that there was never a need to confess.

Until your phone beeps late one Thursday night.

Engagement dinner.

Your eyes scan over the text, once, twice, again and again until you lose count, until your chest feels tight and your face burns and what were once feelings you thought had faded start rearing their ugly head.

You won’t allow whatever leftover hormonal thoughts poke and prod at what you’ve built up. You’re older, wiser and most importantly you’ve moved on.

So you clean up nicely, put on something nice but not too nice, just a touch of perfume and only check twice in the mirror before you walk out the door to call a Lyft.

The restaurant is unfamiliar, nestled in a cute little neighborhood. It’s fitting for Kita, it’s homey and cozy but nice enough for the occasion.

You try not to choke as he approaches you, a grin too large splaying across his usually serious face, oddly enough it fits, furthermore it hurts.

It takes you a second too long to notice the woman beside him, the sight of his arm tucked behind her back as she curls into his side, she offers you a shy yet refined smile. You barely catch her name, the overwhelming sensation of the past creeping up on you, tearing down whatever walls you had carefully built over the years.

They show you to the table, Aran, Akagi and Gin already there with their charming and familiar smiles, yet the lovely reunion is unable to distract you from the way he pulls out her chair, making sure she’s properly settled before he takes his place beside her once more.

You think of the maroon jacket that had weighed so comfortably on your shoulders that freezing Tokyo night, you think of the words that laid on the tip of your tongue, so close yet so far as Kita patted your head and returned back inside.

The lost opportunity.

Only to have the once sweet memory dashed away at the lightness of your left ring finger, as you’re forced to witness the woman beside Kita rest a perfectly manicured hand atop his, the ruby gemstone set on a golden band gleaming so beautifully in the low restaurant lighting.

“Captain! Sorry we’re late! Congratulations.” Miya Atsumu with his usual loudmouth tears through your concealed pity party, a small smile finding its way to your lips at the way Osamu trudges behind him with that special irritated look reserved solely for his brother.

“It’s just Kita, I haven’t been your captain in years.” He rises from his seat, taking his bride-to-be’s hand and introducing her to the ever famous Miya twins.

“Sure sure, manager-chan! Looking good!” He’s by your side in seconds, thick arms already pulling you into a bone crushing hug.

“You’re gonna break her ‘Tsumu.”

“Shut it ‘Samu, I would never.” His hold only tightens at the statement, the rippling of his muscles against your body causing an undeniable rush of heat to bloom across your body.

“Enough of that.” You laugh, wiggling out of his grip with an exasperated laugh.

A few more former players of Inarizaki pour into the restaurant, old memories tossed around with endearing fondness and one too many congratulatory toasts leaves your heart aching worse than before, regret eating away at you, the inevitable question of what if cycling though your thoughts.

“Doing okay?” Atsumu’s closeness is nothing new, somewhere over the years your boundaries had skewed, his face being a little too close was to be expected at this point.

“Sure.” It’s a noncommittal reply that Atsumu would normally call you out on, but he accepts it only after letting his gaze linger on you for a moment.

The minutes tick by as Kita retells the picturesque proposal he had carefully planned, unfiltered adoration and fondness adorning his eyes.

Lovestruck.

An expression you had wished this man to have focused on you just a few years ago.

What if?

The question taunts you, what if you hadn’t been a coward? What if you had said it that night? Or any other moment spent by his side? Would it be you?

Another sip of the bitter wine offers no reprieve from the taunting thoughts, whatever mask you had been donning the entirety of the night starts to wear down, you can feel it slipping out of place.

“Boy am I sweatin’!” Atsumu barks out, knocking his shoulder against yours, true enough his cheeks are tinted a soft blush, eyes glossy from one too many beers.

The exclamation causes a few snorts and chuckles around the table, a scathing comment from Osamu and a faux jeer from Suna.

“Maybe you need a walk.” You mumble, picking at the food you had long abandoned earlier in the meal.

“Ya know what? You might be onto somethin’, let’s go.” His fingers are around your wrist before you can register what he’s saying.

“Atsumu what?”

“C’mon, say bye!”

“Atsumu!”

“You be safe, thank you for coming.” Your head spins as Kita offers that same smile, still a little too wide as he offers a nod and turns back to his fiancee. Atsumu tugs at you again, only for you to shake him off, turning properly to the happy couple.

“Congratulations Kita-san. I wish you both,” You swallow the bitter lump in your throat, “I wish you both unending happiness.”

You’re turning on your heel before you can receive a reply, biting back whatever pent up emotions threaten to spill over as you rush out of the restaurant, practically running down the sidewalk fueled by the desperate need to get as far as you possibly can.

“Hey hey slow down!” You don’t bother slowing, let alone stopping, knowing fully well the professional athlete chasing after you will catch up in a matter of seconds. “I said slow down.”

The second his hand touches your shoulder whatever walls left standing come crumbling down.

“It hurts.” It’s nothing more than a whisper before he’s turning you around to face him, a hand still planted on your shoulder as the tears that have been welled up for nearly five years begin to fall. The tears you hadn’t allowed yourself to shed.

“I know.” His voice is pained as he draws you closer, letting you close the distance as you lean against him. The trail of tears burns against your cheeks, they’re filled with shame, with unspoken words, with unrequited love.

It’s almost poetic, the way you two stand there in a broken silence under the flickering light of one of the odd stores dotting the street. It feels like hours pass by, the initial ache in your chest starting to lessen as you meet his gaze.

“Could you... consider me?” There’s something profoundly sad in his eyes, an exhaustion from years spent quietly resigned from confessing a truth that you were all too familiar with dotting his expression.

“I,” can’t, “don’t know.”

“I know that I’m not him, I don’t think I can be anything close, but just, do you think you could?” There isn’t the slightest trace of his boyish charm nor the cool demeanor he normally holds in serious situations. He feels smaller, more exposed and for the first time in all your years of knowing him.

You can see weakness.

“I can’t make any promises.” It feels almost too soon, a little rushed for you to be able to make sense of anything that’s transpired, you don’t want to hurt him, you don’t want to lead him on.

“I can wait,” a wistful quirk of his lips rekindles the ache from before as an expression you’ve surely worn in the past washes over his face, “I’ve gotten pretty good at it.”

And in a matter of two, maybe three seconds, the world seems to tilt, just a few degrees, just enough for the angle to change, for that memory of the muddled Tokyo sky to shift a few inches to the right from the struggling star to the one shining in softly in the distance.

Your hand moves before you can even think, fingers curling around Atsumu’s chilled ones, intertwining them carefully as you offer him something akin to understanding, something a little deeper, not quite sure what you’re truly conveying.

“Just for a little bit longer.”

#miki writes #sad miki #angst #under.kita #inarizaki #i honestly hurt my own damn self w this #honestly maybe it's not that bad and i'm just sensitive?#idk i just #this was v therapeutic to write #i've been hating writing as of late and this just #idk it made me write #and i liked that?#there's going to be a companion piece to this at some point #idk when #but yeah phew #sorry for my sins

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luminois · 3 years

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･:*✧ 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗻;

𝟭𝟬𝟴𝟱 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀, 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗻𝗲𝘂𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗹.

being best friends with a student-athlete prodigy came with a bunch of responsibilities, but mostly with pride and joy. you attended every practice like it was your own, you brought along snacks and water and energy drinks and bandaids to the point your bag lacked space for things that were actually for you. you were there to comfort after a lost game and you were the first to jump and scream at every victory.

chan didn’t know what he would’ve done without you. he’d never asked you to do any of it, you actually argued often about that same topic. chan would tell you to rest and focus on your studies instead of him just to hear the same answer, every single time. you did it because helping him made you happy, and you wouldn’t have much time to spend together otherwise. also, your grades were doing just fine, thank you very much.

often, the arguments went the other way around. you’d get mad at chan for staying up with you when you pulled all-nighters before an important exam, or making you eat his lunch when you forgot to bring your own, or buying you coffee every damn morning. he just shrugged his shoulders and ruffled your hair until they covered your eyes, but you knew what the reason was. he cared for you just as much as you cared for him.

falling in love with chan hadn’t been unexpected. it was quite unavoidable, you thought to yourself sometimes, with the amount of hours a day you spent together and, most importantly, with the kind of memories you two shared. you’d lost count of how many times he’d dedicated a goal to you, how many times he’d called you his ‘lucky charm’, how many hugs you’d shared after a win of his or a good grade of yours. any time you’d felt overwhelmed and in need for someone to help you carry your burdens you’d looked for chan, and chan had looked for you.

so that’s how you ended up in the boys’ locker room, soaked from head to toe and with your heart almost beating out of your chest from the run and the enthusiasm. chan’s team had won another game and, right as everyone had gathered on the field to congratulate the boys, heavy rain had started to pour against any weather prediction. the locker room was full of laughter and people as the celebrations had naturally moved in there. you smiled as you saw changbin being thrown in the air and jisung almost making him fall, the rest of the team instantly choosing him as their next target.

you were freezing, your teeth chattering but you couldn’t do anything about it, as even your jacket had gotten wet. you took it off and hugged yourself, hoping to save a little bit of body heat, but then a heavy letterman jacket was being wrapped around you, and you felt so warm. it was way too big and it smelled good, of a scent you knew like the back of your hand.

“you’re shivering,” chan said before coming to stand in front of you.

his hair was clinging to his forehead and his shirt to his skin, his muscles on display, and if you didn’t already have a crush on him you surely would’ve gotten one in that moment. you watched with flaming cheeks as he buttoned the jacket up, the butterflies in your stomach going more and more crazy at every new button he closed. it wasn’t the first time you wore his jacket, not even the first time he was the one putting it on you, and yet it felt so different. chan’s hands seemed more gentle and the way he’d placed the jacket on your shoulder had been soft, not joking or mockingly rude like it usually was. as if an axis had shifted, nothing regarding that moment felt simply friendly, but so much more.

chan closed the top button and adjusted the jacket’s collar, his gaze tender as it met your eyes. you felt your heartbeat in your ears as his fingers tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, and you noticed how close he was. your chests were almost touching, and you hoped the blush on chan’s face wasn’t only caused by the match that had just ended.

“you’re going to catch a cold,” you said, so quietly he wouldn’t have heard it had he been a little further away. chan just shook his head, his arms coming to wrap around your waist.

“we’ll have to share, then,” he said, smiling down at you. his blush had deepened and you could swear his eyes kept going back to your lips every few seconds.

he looked like he had something to say but couldn’t find the words. and he was nervous, you knew from the way his hands gripped and released the fabric of his jacket as he hugged you, and you smiled as you started to understand why. unavoidable went both ways. you slowly ran your hands along his arms until you reached his shoulders and then you gripped back, sharing his shy smile.

“do…” chan whispered, a frown curving his eyebrows as if he was trying to make up his mind. then he gulped, his resolve breaking as his forehead met yours. “please, tell me you want to kiss me as much as i want to kiss you.”

your heart skipped a beat, and suddenly you were alone with him. chan’s tone had been pleading, and his eyes were full of vulnerability like you’d only seen them no more than a couple times. he longed for the same thing you’d dreamed of for months now, and the realization made you gasp.

you nodded, almost desperately. “i do.”

chan looked at you for a long moment, an incredulous smile blooming on his face as he leaned down. your mouths met hesitantly and you closed your eyes, sighing and melting in his hold as your lips moved slowly against each other’s, you both slowly growing in confidence. chan’s hands moved up to cradle your face and you smiled, his kisses moving to your cheek as you started to breathe again.

just like that your little bubble popped, and the locker room was crowded again. the boys’ whoops were referred to the two of you now, and you hid your face in chan’s neck. his embarrassed laughter made you smile, and his hands caressing your back made you feel safe.

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