#lacross

[notacluedo]

I can’t remember if Andrew ever canonically pulls Neil in by the grating on his helmet but

#Features Andrews fave activity: grabbing Neil and pulling him weirdly close #Neil’s helmet isn’t really accurate to anything it’s kind of a lacrosse helmet mixed with an ice hockey one #They bonk their heads together like cats #Aftg #all for the game #andrew minyard #neil josten #andreil #the foxhole court #my art #fanart #Aftg art #The anatomy is questionable but fuck it we ball #Andrew should be more padded but

[deklo]

cat+laila<3

#my first time drawing them!!! their design will probably change until i’m content! and then again if they’re described more in tsc2! lol #i’d die 4 cat tbh. alt cat save me…. #i will be drawing laila w boba soon i prom🫶 #one day i’ll draw actual canon exy gear but for now ur getting lacrosse #my art #my aftg art #the sunshine court #tsc #tsc spoilers #all for the game #laila dermott #catalina alvarez #exy #wlw #fanart #aftg fanart #deklo #nora sakavic #lailarez

[steddieas-shegoes]

Eddie loved flying. When the sun was out and he could watch the cars and houses get smaller while they reached altitude. When everything felt a bit lighter and his stress was under the clouds.

He did not love flying when the weather was bad.

In fact, he’d joked with the flight attendant that maybe they should delay the flight until the wind and dark clouds passed, but she just laughed and said the pilots were used to it.

Good for them. Eddie wasn’t.

He always sat in the window seat in first class, usually had some old businessman on his way to close a very important deal next to him. That wasn’t an option for this last minute flight though, so he was in the last row of the plane, leg bouncing nervously as people continued to board.

“As a courtesy to those around you, please stow your personal items under the seat in front of you as soon as you are in your seat. This allows a faster boarding process for all of us. Thank you!”

The announcement was a reminder that Eddie was flying without his usual carry-on items. His tour manager had packed him a checked bag and sent him on his way.

So he had his phone and his wallet, and eyes looking out the window next to him watching rain start to hit the tarmac below.

“Excuse me, I think that’s my seat,” a man’s voice said from the aisle.

Eddie looked over and saw a long line of men roughly his age in matching track suits, backpacks over their shoulders, and the Notre Dame logo on their jackets.

They were all tall. Well, all except the guy talking to him now. He was pretty average size.

“Uh. I don’t think so man. I’m 36F,” Eddie answered as kindly as his nerves would allow.

The guy checked his phone, brows creasing together.

“I’m 36F.”

No fucking way was Eddie giving up his window seat.

“Is there a problem?” A flight attendant asked from behind them.

“We’re both supposed to be in 36F?” The guy held his phone towards the attendant.

“May I see your boarding pass, sir?” The attendant asked Eddie.

Eddie pulled his own phone out, holding out the mobile boarding pass for her to see it.

“Sorry sir, it looks like you should be in 36E.”

Oh no.

Oh god no.

A middle seat?

There was no fucking way.

“I’m sorry, would it be at all possible for me to be in a window seat?” Eddie didn’t want to cause problems, but his chest was starting to clench and his breaths were coming in short pants.

“Unfortunately, this is a sold out flight. We wouldn’t have any available for you.”

He could feel eyes on him, quite a few of them, but none as obvious as the guy who actually belonged in 36F.

“We can just switch, man. No big deal.”

Eddie sighed with relief.

“Thank you, yeah. That’d be great.”

The attendant nodded and gestured for the guy to sit down.

Someone behind him sat on his other side and they immediately started talking as if nothing had happened.

See? Eddie had actually done them a favor! Now he could talk to his teammate for whatever sport he played and Eddie could watch their impending demise through the window.

The plane was rocking back and forth from the force of the wind blowing outside and the sky continued to grow darker despite the early afternoon hour. Eddie was considering sending a goodbye text to his band when he felt a hand on his arm.

“Hey, you okay?”

Eddie’s eyes widened as he turned to look at the guy next to him.

“Do you normally get nervous when you fly? Or is this your first time?” He continued. “Sometimes it helps to just close your eyes during takeoff.”

It was kind of him to try this, truly, but Eddie knew kindness wouldn’t save them if lightning hit them.

“I’m just not a fan of storms.”

The guy was watching him while his teammate on the other side of him talked to the guys across the aisle. Eddie was surrounded by this entire team. The irony was not lost on him that he spent so much of his youth expressing disdain for sports ball and might die among a group of sports ball players.

“Steve.” The guy nudged his shoulder against Eddie’s instead of offering his hand, an odd thing to do but the contact was grounding.

“Eddie.”

“You wanna hold my hand?”

Did they already die during takeoff? Did Eddie somehow end up in heaven?

This very attractive man, who definitely didn’t even know who Eddie was, was offering comfort in these trying times. Offering to hold his hand!

“Uh.”

Steve smiled. “It’s okay if not, but I figured it might help you focus on something else.”

“Sure.”

Steve held his hand out, palm up, and Eddie laced their fingers together.

“So, Eddie. Tell me where you’re off to.”

Eddie breathed in, breathed out. “My Uncle. He’s getting his appendix out so I’m trying to get there before he wakes up.”

“Oh. I had mine out when I was 10! Is he okay?” Steve seemed genuinely concerned and Eddie felt his stomach swoop.

“Yeah! Yeah, they caught it before it ruptured. But because of his age, they said his recovery might be a little rough so I’m gonna stay with him for a week to make sure he doesn’t overdo it. He’s a stubborn old man who’d probably be pulling weeds from his garden within hours if I wasn’t going so.” Eddie looked back out the window. Fingers reached under his chin, turning him away from the window.

“Eyes on me.”

Oh, Jesus Christ.

Eddie nodded and squeezed Steve’s hand.

“Good.”

Fuck.

“So, you’re close with your uncle?” Steve asked, as if he hadn’t just turned Eddie’s entire world upside down.

“Mhm. He basically raised me. More like a dad,” Eddie whispered out.

The pilot was making an announcement, but you couldn’t pay Eddie to tell you what it was for. He barely even noticed that they were backing away from the boarding zone.

“Do you visit him often?”

“As often as I can. My job keeps me busy,” Eddie shrugged, not really wanting to give it away, didn’t wanna give Steve a reason to look at him differently.

Eddie was gonna soak up this attention as long as he could.

It was actually helping distract him.

“I get that. I mean, I play basketball for Notre Dame and it basically is a full time job. We travel so much, most of my classes are online. I hardly ever get back home to visit my family,” Steve admitted with a sad smile. “Luckily, they come see me at my home games when they can. Does your uncle get to visit you sometimes?”

Just as Eddie went to answer, he caught lightning out of the corner of his eye and his entire body tensed.

“Hey.” Steve’s voice was firm, drawing his attention away from the window quickly. “Keep your eyes on me. We’re fine. Just you and me talking right now.”

They were nearly at the runway for takeoff and it was getting harder to focus on Steve’s words, the warmth of his hand in his, the fact that if it were truly dangerous, they wouldn’t even be cleared for takeoff.

As the plane sped up, Eddie whimpered.

He’d be embarrassed later if he survived.

Steve’s hand pulled from his and wrapped around his shoulder, pulling him against his side while his other hand cupped the back of his head and kept his face against his chest.

“Just breathe. I’ve got ya.”

And really, if the plane went down in flames, no one could save them. But hearing it did help, especially with arms holding him so tightly, he almost didn’t even remember he was on a plane.

But not quite.

The wind was strong enough to make the takeoff rough, shaking the plane more than usual as it left the ground.

Eddie’s hand gripped Steve’s shirt so tight, he would probably cause a tear if his nails weren’t so dull.

He stayed like that while they continued to climb above the clouds, the air pockets making the flight a bit more turbulent than Eddie was okay with.

He felt the vibrations of Steve talking, but didn’t hear him, didn’t even know if he was talking to him or the guy next to him who probably thought Eddie was an idiot.

The pilot made an announcement he didn’t hear, but he figured if he was gonna die, he could die against the chest of a nice, hot guy.

“Worst of it’s almost done, babe,” Steve said, lips against the top of Eddie’s head.

Gareth would never stop teasing him about this if he ever found out.

Being consoled by a sports ball guy during a flight he’s taken at least 30 times in the last two years.

New low? Maybe new high if he managed to get his number.

Steve’s fingers played with his hair, and he slowly felt his body relax.

His last thought before drifting asleep was how nice it was to be held like this.

***

“I think he’s probably a cookie guy.”

Eddie’s eyes blinked open to Steve’s voice quietly rumbling in his ear.

He’d been adjusted at some point so his head rested on Steve’s shoulder, one hand against his chest.

He couldn’t remember the last time he fell asleep on a flight. Maybe the last time they flew to London from LA right after a show?

And those had been perfect flying conditions.

He lifted his head as he rubbed at his eyes and tried not to let the butterflies take over when Steve’s hand squeezed his hip.

“Hey sleepyhead. You want cookies or pretzels?”

“Cookies always. Please.” Eddie yawned.

As he took the package of Biscoff cookies, he noticed how smooth the flight was and the sun shining through the window.

Steve’s arm stayed around him.

The entire flight.

Even after he’d gotten up to use the restroom.

Even when there was no real reason to offer him comfort anymore.

Even when they landed on the runway in Indianapolis and the seatbelt light turned off.

Even while they talked to each other the entire flight, sharing the smallest details about themselves as if it was a first date.

“Would it be okay if I get your number? I’d like to check on your uncle later if that’s okay,” Steve asked, suddenly seeming more nervous than he had the entire flight.

I’m “Yes! Yeah, please,” he quickly typed it into Steve’s phone, putting his name as Eddie M 🛫. “Uh, thanks for, ya know, helping. Kind of embarrassing.”

“No reason to be embarrassed. It was scary.”

“Yeah. I just figured I fly so much, I should be used to it.”

“You never told me what your job was,” Steve nudged him as he pocketed his phone.

“I didn’t.” Eddie almost didn’t wanna ruin this. But he’d figure it out or find out and then it’d be worse. “I’m the lead singer for Corroded Coffin.”

“Is that…a famous band?”

The guy on the other side of Steve smacked his shoulder. “Dude, one of their songs is on our locker room hype playlist. Dustin’s obsessed.”

“Shut up, Lucas. You know I have my own playlist!” Steve turned back to Eddie and rolled his eyes. “Sorry. So you’re like famous.”

“You could say that,” Eddie hated saying it though, at least in these situations. “You really didn’t know?”

“Nah. I’m more of a pop and 80s kinda guy.”

“Maybe you could send me a playlist? Ya know, when you check on my uncle later,” Eddie suggested.

“Sure. I’ve got a two and a half hour bus ride back to campus to work on one.” Steve smirked. “You gonna be alright now?”

“Yeah. Thanks again. For taking care of me.”

“Anytime. Anything you need.”

And Eddie was pretty sure he meant it.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #ficlet #drabble #headcanon #somewhat based on real events #university of Utah lacrosse team I hope you won whatever games you flew here to play on Easter weekend

[laxbr0]

arrogant as fuck

#laxbro #laxbros #lacrossebro #lax #lacrosse #str8 alpha #str8 men #straight #str8 #str8 masculine

[calicoheartz]

could u do hcs of paige with a lax player gf? also i LOVE your work

Netted Hearts ; Paige Bueckers ᥫ᭡

summary : paige bueckers x lacrosse gf hcs !

warnings : none ! just pureee fluff

disclaimer : i do not play lacrosse , so i tried my best to accurately represent it in these hcs!

my master list ㇀♡

a/n : aww tysm anon!! i really hope you enjoy these hcs , they were very fun to write ! enjoy ◡̈

team support ;

Paige’s basketball team and your lacrosse team are all like one big happy family !

you guys often attend each others games, which creates a strong and supporting atmosphere for the both of you 🥹

shared passion ;

With both of your shared passion for sports, you try to help eachother as much as you can with game strategies, especially by watching each others tapes.

You both often offer insights and advice to eachother in order to improve!

injuries ;

ooooof best believe if you get injured during a game, yk our girl will be fighting the refs in order to get to you!

You’re HER baby , and she wants to take care of you in any way she can

Whether that means icing your bruises , kissing your scrapes , or just running you a warm bath, she will do anything for you ❤️

surprise visits ;

despite both of your conflicting schedules , she tries her best to surprise you with visits

she will definitely randomly show up at your lacrosse practice and start screaming your name, handing you your favorite snack during break time ◡̈

and you will often try to go to Paige’s basketball games sporting a hand-made sign

balance ;

balancing sports and academics can be quite a challenge , but you both definitely tackle it together

You two definitely study together , help eachother with school work , and loveee to keep eachother motivated

training sessions ;

you typically join eachother in the gym for back to back training sessions for your respective sports

Paige helps you with specific basketball skills such as ball handling and shooting , while you typically help her with agility and speed, drawing from your lacrosse experience

supportive dynamic ;

you both have a very deep and passionate supportive relationship.

again , despite your conflicting schedules , she will always find a way to cheer you on at some of your games. Always always always cheering loudly from the stands

(you obviously do the same for her)

competitive spirit ;

you both are fiercely competitive , so it’s natural for the both of you to make everything into a competition. Who can clean the dishes the fastest , racing from the car and into your apartment , who can finish laundry the fastest , etc.

this competitive nature helps keep your relationship fun and exciting , and keeps you on the tip of your toes

personal growth ;

through the ups and downs of your relationship , you have been able to benefit the both of you in your respective sports.

You both have learned valuable lessons regarding teamwork , perseverance , and communication ; which has helped you both on and off the field / court

random hcs ;

She will definitely hit you with a lacrosse stick just to piss you off , maybe even a basketball too if you’re unlucky enough to

Will make you get up in the mornings to practice your stick skills

Gets you lacrosse themed goodies as a way to say she’s proud of you (yall are matching)

Paige would be such a good gf istg 🥴 anyways, as always tysm for reading !!

#wlw #wlw imagine #wcbb #paige bueckers #wcbb x reader #headcannons #my hcs #paige bueckers x reader #uconn wbb #uconn huskies #uconn women’s basketball #uconn vs iowa #paige buckets #lacrosse #women’s lacrosse

[sadsoftserve]

It's canon that Lori likes lacrosse. So why not draw her playing?

Alternate version under cut-

#epithet erased #ee #art #artists on tumblr #epithet erased prison of plastic #lorelai epithet erased #lorelai blyndeff #fanart #epithet erased art #epithet fanart #shes my skrunkly #(i havent read p.o.p shes probably a bad person) #shes still my silly #lacrosse? #lorelai fanart

[mourning-at-night]

kind of obsessed with the fly by character descriptions they give in this version of the pilot’s script

#love how they specify short-shorts for ben #and terminally cheerful??? are u kidding me the joke writes itself #also Jeff’s describes him as ‘lacrosse-hot’ and that’s so funny to me. like yeah he is #shauna shipman #natalie scatorccio #van palmer #taissa turner #misty quigley #ben scott #yellowjackets

[bigcatbulges]

Source - Teseirei

#gay furry #gay furry pecs #gay furry bulge #gay furry tiger #artists twitter above #the lacrosse coach has a weird uniform but ill be damned if he doesnt bring the college back so many national titles #also those thighs look lethal lmao those are head crushers....he can apply a lil pressue while i blow him

[goodbloker]

#bitch for lacrosse #hierarchy #alpha jocks

[foxpile]

i find it so interesting that some people are saying that they didn’t care about jean at all before starting tsc. because i’ve been obsessed with that stupid bastard since the moment i met him and i cannot fathom other people not feeling the same way

#like he has always been my favorite to an embarrassing extent #when i made my friends read the books they told me that they literally forgot he was a character #and only remembered him bc i would not shut up about him #throwback to highschool when i played lacrosse bc it was the closest thing to exy #and made my number 29 for jean #and like at that point we only knew his number bc nora tweeted it once #in every march madness/fantasy footfall bracket i make i have USC win. bc jean. #jean moreau #tsc #the sunshine court #aftg #all for the game

[yourhonoriwoulddieforthem]

My new favorite thing in AFTG fics is Neil/Jean BFFs. Cuddling in the same bed every night to feel safe? Poking fun at each other for being British/French, short/tall? Essentially willing to do anything to protect one another? But all in a (mostly) platonic way? ❤️

Obsessed.

#aftg #all for the game #the foxhole court #the raven king #the kings men #the sunshine court #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #neil josten #aftg neil #jean moreau #murder lacrosse? japanese mafia? the foxes? 100% crystal clear in anime #bffs <3 #fan fiction

[icedteainmyveins]

To all my AFTG stans out there that wish Exy was a real sport, I am BEGGING you to check out Box Lacrosse and the National Lacrosse League ✨🙌it’s literally Exy on a smaller court I swear :”0 its fast paced, violent, fun, and played on a converted ice hockey rink. Its got it all I swear y’all will love it ✨🙌the finals are happening right now and trust me you don’t want to miss the games.

Also the goalies just look so silly I love them 🫶

#aftg #all for the game #andrew minyard #neil josten #the sunshine court #andreil #jean moreau #jeremy knox #kevin day #the foxhole court #exy #exy is sexy #box lacrosse #laila dermott #national lacrosse league #nll

[biscuitsnow]

#vintage men #vintage lacrosse

[buckybarnesss]

@dear-massacre describing coach finstock perfectly

#my blog #teen wolf #bobby finstock #coach finstock #this is the most unserious post #i just couldn't stop laughing about it #coach finstock would beat peter off with a lacrosse stick alpha or not #coach finstock sees everything in beacon hills and goes 'i choose not to' #my stuff: graphics

[sturnioloscenarios]

Hey babe how are u hope u are okay

Can I plz do a Chris x reader but Chris is a lacrosse player and his team won the game and the reader was happy and they have sex in the locker room and almost got caught and Chris keeps kissing the reader in matts car and nick says stop and hits Chris

Plz and thank u I love u so much love ❤️

Locker room

Chris Sturniolo x reader

Summary: read suggestion

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I changed up the ending a little bit. I hope that’s okay❤️

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“Wuhuuuuuu” the crowd yells. Chris and his team is playing lacrosse against another team from our school. Chris just shot the winning goal and the whole crowd is going crazy.

“Yeeaaaaahhhhh Chris” I yell. Chris comes running to me and picks me up hugging me. “Omg I’m so proud of you baby” I say excitedly. “Thanks babe I love you” Chris says. He grabs my face and gives me the happiest kiss I’ve ever received.

“We should definitely celebrate when we get home” I say. Chris looks at me and smirks. “We could also go celebrate in the locker room right now” he says grabbing my hips and pulling me in. I feel my cheeks blushing.

“How does that sound?” He whispers in my ear. I kiss him, grabs his hand and pull him into the locker rooms.

He closes the door behind him and pulls me in for another kiss. “We have to be quick tho babe. My team is gonna come in here soon” he says. I nod and begin to kiss him again.

I slide my hands down his waist till I reach the waistband of his pants. I look up at him and he nods as approval. I pull down his pants and palm his growing bulge outside from his boxers.

“So good for me” he says as I get down on my knees. I now pull down his boxers revealing his already fully hard dick. I spit in my palm and starts covering his dick in it.

I pump it a couple of times before putting his tip in my mouth. Chris collects my hair in a ponytail and gently pushes my head against him.

I put more and more of his dick in my mouth until I’m balls deep. I start bouncing my head on his dick gagging from his size.

I hear Chris grunting and moaning. “Fuuuck babe. It feels so fucking good”. He says. I speed up my pace a bit and I feel Chris’ body stuttering. “Shit babe. As much as I want to bust in you pretty mouth I want you to feel my cum in you pussy.” He says.

I pull off his dick and stand up. He grabs my face and says “so fucking perfect”. He lightly pushes me to the bench and lay me down on my back.

He pulls down my shorts along with my panties. “Such a pretty pussy” he praises. I bend up my knees to give easier access. He grabs my thighs and starts placing kisses around my pussy.

He then places his warm wet tongue on my clit and starts sucking and licking. “Ugh fuck Chris” I moan. I feel Chris smirking against my pussy. “So fucking wet baby” Chris says.

“Chris, I want you inside me” I say between breaths. Chris separates from my pussy and looks up at me from between my legs. He smirks at me and crawls up hovering over me.

He puts his mouth to my ear and whispers “yeah? You sure you can take it?” Chris asks. All I’m able to is nod.

He pumps his still rock hard cock a few times before putting it to my entrance. He runs it through my wet folds before putting in the tip.

He leans down to kiss me with his hands on each side of my head on the bench. He then starts to slowly push himself inside me. A few low groans escaping his lips.

He’s keeping eye contact the whole time. He is now balls deep giving me a few seconds to adjust to his size. “Ready?” He asks.

“Fuck yes Chris please” I whine in need for motion. Chris immediately pull out and slams right back into me. I scream in pleasure. Chris keeps a fast pace hitting my cervix with every thrust.

He wasn’t joking when he asked if I could take it. He is pounding deeply into me so fast the air gets beat out my lungs. “Fuck baby. You feel so fucking good” Chris praises. Aside from the sound of the music playing from outside, only Chris’s groans, my moans and our skin slapping is filling the locker room.

Suddenly Chris grabs my hand and puts it up to lay on my lower stomach. “You feel that?” He asks pounding into me. “Yeah. You are so big” I answer. His dick is visibly filling me up from outside.

“Oh fuck Chris yes just like that” I say rolling my head back in pleasure. Chris is now thrusting in an ungodly pace hitting my g-spot repeatedly.

“Fuck fuck fuck Chris I’m g- gonna fucking cum” I almost yell. “Yeah baby come on my dick” Chris says. I immediately feel release as I cum. I can’t hold back my moans.

“So hot” Chris says in a low voice. Chris keeps pounding and I feel his dick twitching inside me indicating that he is close.

“Shit ma, I’m gonna come” he says grunting. “Come inside me Chris.” I say. Chris places his hands on my waist to get a better grip. With one last stuttering thrust I feel Chris’s cum shoot inside me.

“Ugh ugh ugh fuuuuuck y/n” he groans before pulling out of me. He reaches down to give me a soft kiss and then grabs my hand to pull me up. “We better get you cleaned up before my teammates gets in here.”

He goes over to the showers and turn it on. “Get in here baby” he calls. I get up in to the shower. Chris just wiped his dick and put it back in his pants. He is standing in the corner admiring me in the shower.

“Stop starring” I say shyly. “Oh yeah, like I didn’t just ruined your insides” Chris says with a smirk. I shake my head, grabs my towel and put my clothes back on.

Chris grabs my waist and kisses me. “We better get you outta here” he says smiling. “Yeah” I say and I walk out alone and goes over to meet Matt and Nick. “Where have you been?” Nick asks. “Oh I just had to pee” I say. “For 20 minutes?” Nick asks. I just smile and sip at my drink.

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I hope you liked it🫶🫶

#sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo #smut #fanfic #matt sturniolo #male whimpering #nick sturniolo #spotify #hot as fuck #chris sturniolo x reader #chris x you #lacrosse #pussy licker #gym lockers

[ex-frat-man]

#lax #lacrosse #bro #bros