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lw6-woso · 5 months

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car driver and the footballer (Leah X reader)

growing up You loved karting like you loved it every other day after school you were on the track loving life. so when you became a formula one driver was a dream you thought would never come true, especially being the only female on the track, it definitely had its disadvantages but also its positives as you campaigned women and girls to join the sport and get more into sports outside of formula one.

and that's how you met Leah Williamson and you both hit it of instantly not just promoting women to join sports and have the ability to do join sports but just in general, and you also had a massive crush on her from watching her play whenever you weren't training or racing. you got together in August of 2019 and have been strong ever since.

today was both your free days but instead of relaxing and spending time together you had some photo shoots and interviews.

you both had called a taxi to the middle of London and you walked into a building were you would be spending your day.

you met all the people who were involved and the first thing was the photoshoot. your relationship was a public one and was one of the most popular one in women sports and both your individual sports especially when Leah won the euros last summer and you winning a lot of your races through your last couple of seasons, you were both in your prime.

you had finished your photoshoots taking around 50 photos only taking two hours. talking the interview was going to be longer as you were going to answer questions about your journey to becoming pro- athletes.

"so the first question what made you want to start your sports how did you get involved" Sara , one of the staff, asked us.

Leah went first and said "growing up i was involved in lots of sports and i asked my mum to join football and i fell in love with it especially with watching a lot of it with my family and yeah one thing led to another and I'm here"

"with me i have ADHD and growing up my parents tried to get me into sports i mean i think i tried everything they could think of some i liked some i hated and i loved watching cars growing up the movie i mean i was obsessed watched it everyday and my mum asked me if i wanted to do things like that and i said i can be like lightning McQueen and yeah after one session i loved every aspect of it and i still do" you said.

"she still loves cars" Leah said.

"oh yeah best movie hands down" you said and looked at leah who was smiling at me.

"how old were you when you went pro and how did it feel what was it like" she asked.

"my first pro season was in 2017 i was with Williams right at the bottom and it was scary you know i was surrounded with all these big racers and i had just turned 18 and that was even scarier but i survived and now i am with Mercedes and its amazing" you said.

"i was 16 when i went pro and made my debut after my 17th at arsenal which was 2014 and like what Y/N said it was scary with all the big names and people that i grew up watching and my idols but yeah I'm still at arsenal had have no plans to leave and i can even put into words in how much i love it" she said.

we answered more questions about our sports and us in a relationship and then we were done. we made our way home and it was my turn to choose the movie and just for the sake of it you put on Cars. Leah walked into the living room videoing me.

"i think you love that movie more than you do me" she said.

"oh please don't say your jealous over a movie" you said laughing and she chucked a cushion at you. she sat down and put it on her story and everyone laughed and commented on it.

"i love you more than cars" you said.

"oh really" she said sitting up and you nodded taking a drink from you water.

"i love you more than arsenal" she said and your jaw dropped.

"oh my god i feel so special" you said dragging her towards you as littered kisses all over her face making her laugh.

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bluecollarmcandtf · 4 months

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Am I Acting Weird?

Part II

I've been jogging on this treadmill for over an hour now. Cardio sucks, and I hate this old unventilated gym! When I joined the football team, I did it for the parties and cheerleaders! I just wanted to drink with the cool guys and get laid. I still do, but I haven't had a drop of alcohol in weeks. I can't even remember the last girl I hooked up with!

I used to think it was weird that I was suddenly working out all the time. It was like my entire personality had changed overnight.

I know it's not weird now. Max, my younger brother, told me so. I have to keep working out until I become the quarterback of the football team. Then I have to bulk up and train even more, so I can become a professional footballer. That's my new goal in life, and I can't wait for my little bro to be able to brag about being related to a pro athlete.

Sure, I never really wanted to play football professionally. If it were up to me, I'd be out drinking with my buds, but it's not up to me.

That's not weird right?

I shake my head and slow my aching legs. Droplets of sweat run down my face as I work to control my breathing. My whole body is sore from the conditioning. It doesn't help that this is my third workout of the day. Between my morning weight session, afternoon field practice, and this, I am totally whipped.

I stagger over to grab my workout gear. My night isn't over. I still have to bulk my stomach up for tomorrow.

With a frustrated sigh, I stomp out of the gym and march directly into the diner next door. I nod to the greasy cook behind the counter. I've become a regular here, so he knows me pretty well.

"The usual?" he grunts with a toothy grin.

I nod and sink into a booth.

Max, my little brother, got tired of me eating at the house. Apparently, it took our father too long to cook my bulking meals. Max has me eat here after my workouts, and I completely agree. Max shouldn't have to share our dad with me. He deserved to have someone at home cooking whenever he wanted to eat.

"Four burgers, fries, and a soda," the cook snickers as he slaps the tray in front of me, "A growing boy needs extra protein."

I grimace and turn away from the chef. His breath alone is enough to make me lose my appetite, but I take a big bite and swallow. I won't gain mass if I'm not consuming mass, and I obviously need to get bigger.

I've broken out into a second sweat by the time I'm done. Forcing myself to up, I have to adjust to my bloated waist. You'd think I'd get used to a packed stomach, but I always feel uncomfortable for the rest of the night.

I let out a belch and carry the dirty dishes to the back. It always feels weird strolling into an employees-only area like this, but it's part of how I get my meals for free. You see, the cook let's is nice as long as I take care of two things.

The dishes are the first thing.

"Leave the dishes," I hear his husky voice behind me, "I never wash 'em anyways."

I drop the dishes and turn the sink off, holding my gut as it growls in pain. My belly might ache, but I've got one more thing to do.

The cook watches me expectantly. He licks his chapped lips, and grabs at the bulge under his apron, between his two trunks of legs. He's already fishing the thing out. I know what he wants, so I drop to the floor. This has become just another part of my daily routine.

It's how I thank the chef.

I don't know how this became a habit, because I absolutely do not enjoy it! The man is filthy, and a man! I'm not gay! I like women, but I have to eat a lot to bulk up and Max liked the idea of me eating for free. It's not weird!

I let him manhandle me a bit, gripping my head and pulling my hair. The cook gets off faster if he roughs me up a little. He usually only lasts a few minutes, but it's the longest few minutes of the day.

It's not sex. It's just a transaction!

"Oh, yeah!" he growls with his eyes squeezed shut, "Yeah, boy! Fuck!"

I whip my head off his hairy crotch and jump to my feet. I spit into a napkin and wipe my mouth quickly. I know from experience that I won't be able to get the taste of sweat and meat out of my mouth until I brush my teeth thoroughly at home.

My part is finally done here, so I just want to leave!

"Can't wait to see you tomorrow morning, jocky boy!" he laughs, but I've already stormed out, marching down the street to my house. I'm trying not to think about how I'll be seeing him in a few hours for breakfast.

"Hey dad," I mumble, stepping inside.

"Boy," he answers dismissively, not even looking up from his work. As usual, he's wearing his home uniform: a suit and white gloves. I have a similar outfit for when I'm hanging around the house, but dad gets a lot more use out of his now that I'm constantly bulking up. Max is really the only one who seems to dress casually around here anymore.

I guess that makes him the weird one.

"What are you doing?" I ask, trying to start up a conversation.

"What's it look like, boy?" he answers gruffly, "I'm cleaning up after Max and his guests. Now, either get your uniform on and help or get out of my way."

His attitude makes me cringe a bit. Dad and I used to be really tight. We used to bond over sports and craft beer, but he doesn't really care about anything besides Max anymore.

I don't think he's gone to any of my games for the last few months. He's always cooking or cleaning for Max. I wish I understood. We used to tease Max all the time together, but now he gets angry anytime I try and bond with him. Like, it's totally normal and right for Max to be his new favorite, but I wish we could still chat every now and then.

"Sorry," I mutter.

My father ignores me and heads off to the kitchen in a rush. He looks erratic, and I can tell he's just as exhausted as I am. He's made it a habit of working extra hours at the office everyday. It's so he can bring home the biggest paycheck he can earn every week, but I know is affecting his sleep.

"Where is Max?" I ask.

My dad frowns, tersely responding, "Max took his guests to a movie in my car. The house needs to be clean and snacks need to be ready for when Max gets back."

"Oh," I sigh, "Are his friends staying over again? I'd stay up with you and help serve them, but Max said I should be getting nine hours of sleep every night."

"Go to bed, boy. I'll handle it," he states firmly, putting the final touches on the silver platter.

With that, my father picks up the tray of assorted snacks and walks them out into the living room. There he takes his place by the door and stands in his usual position. It's where he normally waits to welcome Max home everyday. Father and I know that someone like Max shouldn't have to put their own coat away or take off their own shoes.

"Alright, dad, see you tomorrow."

He doesn't answer. He's already standing still as a statue and probably won't move until Max gets back. Hopefully, my little brother won't keep him up too late.

Sleep won't be hard for me to find. I can barely keep my eyes open, and I pass out as soon as I fall on my bed. The rest of the night is a deep and dreamless void, while my stomach processes all the food I ate.

When I wake up, I find dad like this...

"Dad? Dad!" I give his shoulder a nudge.

He jumps to life, jerking his eyes around the trashed living room.

"Did you fall asleep standing up?"

"Maybe," he answers with shock, "Max had me holding everyone's coats while they enjoyed some beer. They must have moved to the bed while I drifted off."

"Aren't they a little young for beer?"

"Max and his guests are welcome to my alcohol whenever they want it!" he snaps back at me.

"Geez, ok."

"You have a workout you need to get to, boy," he barks, "And I'm going to have to hurry if I'm going to clean up this mess before work."

I stare at my father as he scrambles to clean up the living room once again. He looks even more exhausted and disheveled than last night. Hopefully, he would be able to clean everything up with enough time to shower and shave. I know that all of the household stuff is his responsibility, but sometimes it seems like too much.

With a shrug, I turn and step out of the door. My day is going to be the same miserable routine as the last. I'm not looking forward to any of it, but that's not weird. Like Max said, I'll just keep my head down, and power through.

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not-magdi · 9 months

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First Time

Summary: Pablo spilling his deepest secret leads to a pretty pleasurable afternoon😏

Warnings: Smut, minors DNI!

Words: 1.9k

Being a pro athlete at such a young age, Pablo had to make many sacrifices to be where he is now.

He spent extra hours of training while his friends were out partying, having to entirely focus on football while others made experiences that only teenagers can make.

Falling in love for the first time, having your first kiss, Pablo didn't have time for distractions like that. But now, now he's older, and all his friends tell him about their first time and all the other things they did many years ago, and he feels like an immature kid again.

Not having nearly as much experience as the others, he felt embarrassed by that. Keeping it a secret from everyone and lying to his friends when they asked him about it. He wanted to go back in time to scold his younger self for thinking these things were a distraction.

Keeping it a secret from everyone was easy, not being the most talkative person definitely helped with that. Sure he had women who wanted to sleep with him but he didn't want them to know he was still a virgin, so making out was the furthest it ever went.

But since a few months ago, a new component came into the equation, Y/N his first girlfriend. How he managed to have a girlfriend like her is still a mystery to him.

Y/N was gorgeous, nice as fuck, and feisty if something doesn't go like she wants. He was well, he was Pablo an unexperienced nineteen-year-old boy who had no idea what he was doing.

Y/N didn't know that she was his first girlfriend and he wanted to keep it that way, at least for now. He was scared she'd think he was inexperienced, which he was, and leave him.

Technically he knows that something like that could never happen but he is a chronic overthinker so let him be.

He tries to hide it as much as he can, but now after they have been together for about six months it gets harder and harder.

He knows Y/N wants to have sex with him, he can feel it every time they make out and it gets heated. And it breaks his heart every time he sees the disappointment in her eyes when he tells her he is not in the mood.

She respects his wishes, not wanting to make him uncomfortable. But he has been doing this for a few weeks now. Y/N's concern grows every time he tells her no.

She is scared something about her is scaring him off, and not wanting to lose him Y/N decides she needs to talk to him about it somehow. She wants him to feel hundred percent comfortable in this relationship and that's clearly not how it is now.

Today Y/N sleeps over at Pablo's as they haven't seen each other over the last few days and wanted to spend some time together.

They were cuddled on the couch watching a movie and the next moment Y/N was straddling Pablo's lap making out with him like there was no tomorrow. And as usual, as Y/N goes to grab the hem of his shirt he stops her, telling her he is too tired today.

Y/N knows she has to say something this time because it can't go on like that, but decides to wait a little to not let her sexual frustration show. She wanted him to feel safe with her, and snapping at him because she hadn't gotten laid for months wasn't going to help with that.

So she just looks at him with a soft expression and tells him she is going to get herself a drink. In his kitchen, she waits for a few minutes to cool down before going back again.

On the other side of the wall, Pablo is currently experiencing a little crisis. He can't stand to see the disappointment in her eyes any longer, he has to tell her but on the other hand, he is extremely scared of her reaction.

Taking a deep breath he decides to just be honest with her not wanting to push her away any longer.

Returning to the living room Y/N and Pablo exclaim at the same time.

"I think we need to talk"

Chuckling slightly Y/N sits beside him stretching out her hand for him to reach. Grabbing her hand Pablo asks Y/N not daring to look into her eyes.

"Do you wanna start or should I?"

"You start please," Y/N tells him having a slight suspicion on what he might say.

"Uhm o-ok ... so uh I-I haven't been completely honest with you" he starts, cheeks red and an uncertain tone in his voice.

Taking her second hand to he continues, "I- Every time we make out and it gets a little heated ... I'm actually really in the mood it's ... it's just."

He lets out a sigh looking down ashamed, "Hey everything is fine, continue when you're ready" Y/N tells him softly.

With a bright red face, he mumbled quietly, "It's just ... I'm ... still a virgin "

Not understanding one bit Y/N asks him to speak a little bit louder.

Looking up at her with slightly watery eyes out of embarrassment her repeats himself, "I'm still a virgin"

Confirming her suspicions with that, Y/N smiles softly taking her hands from his and wrapping them around him.

"And that's completely okay, I just wish you would have told me sooner so we could have figured it out together but hey that's alright we're gonna find our way, I'm sure of that," she tells him stroking his back to calm the poor boy down a little bit who hugs her with an iron grip.

Calming down slightly Pablo loosens his grip nuzzling his face into her neck.

"I'm sorry I lied to you ... didn't want you to think I'm just a kid", he confesses looking up at her shyly.

Kissing his nose Y/n looks into his big brown and innocent eyes, her gaze shifts to his pink lips then back up to his eyes.

Getting the hint Pablo connects his lips with hers closing his eyes out of bliss. Slipping her tongue into his mouth they fight for dominance which Y/N wins.

None of them wants to end the kiss but as their lungs start to burn from the lack of air, Pablo detaches his mouth from hers taking a deep breath.

Wrapping her arms around Pablo's neck Y/N looks at him, a slight smirk on her face, "Wanna take this to the bedroom?", she asks him trailing kisses down his jar.

Completely love-drunk Pablos nods, cheeks red and lips plump from kissing.

Standing up she drags him with her having to stop a couple of times to kiss him, completely addicted to his lips, tongues dancing together in their mouths.

Finally arriving at his bedroom Y/n presses her body against Pablo's, wanting to feel as much of him as she could. Hesitating for a second Pablo grabs the back of her thighs picking her up.

Y/n lets out a squeal of surprise wrapping her legs around him with a tight grip, feeling his hard-on pressing through his sweatpants. A moan escapes Pablo's lips at the sudden sensation, gripping her thighs tighter he turns around to throw her onto his queen-sized bed.

Looking up at him Y/N grabs the hem of her well his shirt pulling it over her head and showing Pablo what she's wearing under it ... nothing.

The only thing Pablo is currently able to do is stand before her, mouth wide open not able to lay his eyes anywhere but her naked chest.

"My eyes are up here Pablito"

Quickly shifting his gaze back up to her face he smiles at her sheepishly, "S-sorry amor ... I just... i I have no idea what I'm doing here", he confesses shyly finding the floor oddly interesting again.

Smiling softly Y/N sits up dragging him to stand between her legs, "Don't worry ... I'm going to guide you ... the only thing you have to do is relax."

Letting out a breath he didn't know he was holding he nods his head leaving Y/N completely in charge of his body.

"Come here" patting the bed she instructs Pablo who obeys her, flopping down onto the bed beside her.

Y/N smiles at him before she climbs onto his lap, sitting directly on his hard dick, earning herself a moan from Pablo. Locking her eyes with his she grinds softly down on him making Pablo hiss at the new sensation.

Halting her movements Y/N climbs off of his lap and grabs the waistband of his pants, slowly dragging them down his body until they are lying on the floor. Doing the same to his shirt she climbs on top of him again molding their mouths together, this time with more force.

Pablo finds his confidence again and places his hands on her waist getting lower with each passing second until they halt at the curve of Y/N's ass. He gives it a little squeeze making her moan into the kiss.

Feeling proud of himself he squeezes it a little tighter, starting to move her on his lap a little bit. Y/N stops kissing him, moaning into his ear.

She starts to plant kisses on his neck, moving lower and lower reaching the band of his boxers. Looking up at him she nibbles on the skin over his boxers leaving a few hickeys.

Moaning at the sight Pablo closes his eyes enjoying the slight burn of Y/N's teeth as she leaves a hickey on his hip bone.

Y/N stops, grabbing the waistband of his boxers and looking up at him for consent. Nodding Pablo hisses as his hard dick slaps against his abdomen, drops of precum dribbling down the tip.

Taking a second to admire her boy Y/N sits up on her knees before him scraping his thighs with her nails. His closed eyes and the way he bites his lip have Y/N's panties completely soaked. Not wanting to wait any longer she quickly discards her bottoms climbing on his lap again.

Pablo's hands grab her waist as Y/N takes his chin in one hand making him look at her, grabbing his dick with the other she gives it a few tugs before bringing it to her entrance. Asking Pablo one last time if he is okay with it, before slowly sitting down.

Both moan simultaneously at the feeling, Pablo's fingers for sure leaving marks on her waist with how hard he is gripping her.

"Fuck that feels good!" Pablo moans

Giggling Y/N starts to move moaning Pablos name out of pleasure. She grips his shoulders picking up her pace, whimpering into Pablos ear as she leans her head onto his shoulder.

His left hand slowly wanders to her head, slightly gripping her hair as his moans get louder and louder. Feeling his cock twitch Y/N's hand wanders down to her clit not being quite there yet.

"S-shit amor ... m gonna cum " Pablo whimpers into her ear.

Clenching around him hard she sits up," Let go for me, baby ... just let go"

Groaning loudly Pablo spills his load inside her bringing Y/N over the edge with him too. Riding out their orgasms Y/N slowly grinds down on him.

Pablos limbs go completely numb out of exhaustion, his chest moving up and down with his deep breaths.

Climbing off of his now soft dick Y/N cuddles herself next to Pablo, wrapping her arms around the tired boy next to her.

"Was your first time like you imagined it?"

"It was way better than that ... it was perfect" he answers tiredly before nuzzling his face into her neck.

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jesswritesthat · 1 month

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Bokuto Kōtarō: Misunderstanding

Fandom: Haikyuu!! — [ Masterlist ]

Summary: ~1.5k, fluff

• Bokuto likes you, but gets the completely the wrong idea. You’re fine being friends though, right? A MSBY beach training session will sort that out.

Warnings: None

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Being surrounded by rowdy division 1 volleyball players wasn't how you expected it to be, you'd expected their level of professionalism to be carried over into their everyday lives - but this was not the case. Gladly so, honestly.

They were chaotic and mischievous, oblivious and loving, with a shenanigan never too far away. This was especially true for Bokuto, the wing Spiker who you'd become undeniably close with.

It was no secret he'd felt the same, always greeting you first and walking you home if you remained after his false promises of 'one more'.

MSBY could see it plain as day, though Bokuto had insisted you were only one of his best friends, there was a growing attraction imbued to his actions. How his gaze softened upon seeing you, how he'd memorised your boundaries so he could utilise physical contact, and how he'd effortlessly fit into your everyday life.

The teasing of his current teammates was swiftly dismissed as a joke however, when he received a visit from a particular nutritionist that seemed to shatter everyones' perceptions. Yukippe and Bokuto spent the entire visit by one another's side leaving you all to simply get on with your respective jobs.

"So you're pretty close with them huh?"

Shirofuku Yukie observed, the former manager of Fukurōdani - a team Bokuto truly cherished and would enthusiastically talk to you about late into the night and then profusely apologise for keeping you out so late whilst walking you home or preparing his bed for you to crash in. Yet every time, the love never faded.

It meant Yukie, like the rest of the team, was special to him.

"Didn't you hear me tell you the last 10 times Yukippe? We're not together, only friends and that's it - right (Y/n)?" He'd called after you for support when you'd walked past, yourself heaving a dejected sigh when answering and leaving the room.

"Platonic with a capital P."

The nutritionist seemed a little deflated by your deadpan response and lack of flustering to her claims as you disappeared through the gym doors, having hoped you'd felt the same attraction as her old Ace clearly did to you.

"Friends don't... you don't look at your friends like that Kōtarō. Not once did you ever look at Fukurōdani like that." Yukie pleadingly justified, both former Fukurōdani members outcast from the speculation regarding them.

"I know... but I can't help it." Bokuto hummed hopelessly, the truth making his emotions even more jarring. "I'd date them in a heartbeat, honestly."

"Then why don't you birdbrain?"

"Eh?! Because I can't! They're just not into... I mean they prefer..." He froze again, this time due to his uncertainty about your sexuality being public knowledge - you'd scolded him on not thinking before he speaks multiple times, and this was one of those times. "They're... just a friend."

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It was the day you dreaded, the MSBY Jackals had decided to head out to the beach to try an unorthodox form of training recommended by Hinata. The man had experience as a beach volleyball player and suggested playing on sand had increased both his power and balance for on court matches also.

So here you stood, watching a bunch of physically fit pro athletes in swimwear play varying matches of beach volleyball. You'd crafted a necessary regime though and prepared everything required, and it seemed your team were surprised by your less formal appearance (as you're fairly certain this trip wasn't entirely for training purposes considering they'd reserved a chunk of their schedule for swimming and such).

As expected they'd garnered a fair bit of admiration but you remained oblivious to the attention you were getting, even if the team were protectively aware. All the more amusing when Bokuto noticed it too, overhearing a nearby strangers comment along the lines of "...really hot, I'll try to talk to them when they’re finished talking and I get the chance." directed toward you.

It was no surprise (to the team) when their loud mouth decided to make an overly showy entrance.

"Then we can work on— argh the hell?" You pulled the MSBY track jacket from your head, revealing a bemused team and happy-go-lucky Bokuto walking backwards presenting himself with arms wide.

"Don't want you damaging your skin in the sun!" A double thumbs up and cheesy grin was sent your way courtesy of the spiker much to your chagrin. Is this how that Akaashi guy felt catching jackets all the time?

Regardless you put it on, resuming your informative update and even when you were done, you missed the unanimous smirks of the team due to no interruptions despite having the chance.

MSBY had taken a brief break in the sea / sunbathing and to your expectancy there was a commotion in the water, having used your hand as shade to see you immediately regretted doing so. Kōtarō had stepped out of the ocean, muscles dripping and hair unfairly framing his face with a bright grin on his features. You hated this job, you hated this job, god dammit why?! Naturally he was greeted by two beautiful women and you're certain they'd complimented him and asked a question but he strolled right past them - only then did you realise his gaze was locked on you.

In a second a finger gently lifted your chin and you were met with the most beautiful sight you'd ever seen in your life, the sunlight highlighting his skin only disabling your thoughts further.

"Hey hey hey! What are you staring at (Y/n)? You zoned out."

"Uh— I, breathtaking..." You'd breathed it in way that caught Kōtarō off guard, amber irises analytically scanning your eyes, then lips, prior to turning to the horizon which snapped you back to reality.

"Yeah it is an incredible view huh?" He'd moved to stand by your side now, hands proudly on his hips.

"Yeah the view." A pause, then a glare. "Kōtarō those women...!"

"He really doesn't have eyes for anyone else does he?" Hinata chuckled, watching the scene unfold alongside Atsumu.

"Nah, (Y/n) is the only one who doesn't realise though."

They overheard your faint protest of how 'women were trying to talk to him and he shouldn't have just ignored them like that' but Bokuto seemed to happily dismiss it.

"Why so mad? Did you think they were pretty? I can introduce you if you want (Y/n)?"

His reply was questionable, and once Bokuto had gone over to Atsumu and Hinata (who were defitely flustering him about something) you fell into thought. You'd seen Atsumu address everyone who tried to flirt with him, the same with the other players but the fact Bokuto had just ignored them was so strange. Normally he enjoyed praise after matches, or any time really. Maybe he'd reached his limit today?

You didn’t have time to further ponder it though when you were interrupted by the aforementioned trio.

“Hey (N/n)! We’re gonna have another game, will you be my partner?”

“Did you run out of teammates or something? Or did Sakusa say no?”

“No! Jeez, I wanted you to set for me is that such a crime?” Bokuto jokingly pouted, yourself only shaking your head in bemusement.

“I’m in, makes sense to put the two Spikers on different teams.”

“Sure. That’s why Bokkun asked.”

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It was a late practice tonight but you still thought the beach trip a week ago had imbued them with motivation. As the final practice match came to an end, the team prepared to head off separately. However, Meians’ partner had come for him today and you regretfully found yourself admiring the pair - how they'd brought food for him, and waited for him to go home together.

A defeated sigh escaped you, and only then did you take note of the presence beside you.

"Are you thinking about trying whatever they were eating?" Kōtarō spoke, gym bag over his shoulder having followed your direction of sight.

"Sorta? Well more like... no it's stupid." You embarrassingly waved it off, starting toward the exit when a gentle grip clasped your wrist.

"I'll still listen, stupid is more fun. Plus now I'm hungry."

You watched as he planted himself on the bench, a competitive aura about him that said 'I’m not moving until you tell me' and who were you to deny the person who was walking you home.

"Well, I was just thinking about going out with someone but I don't think it's in the cards for me."

Your calm nature and words seemed to surprise him, Bokutos' eyes widening slightly and for a second you swore he was contemplating more than usual.

"You're really awesome, you know that right?" You turned to him now, completely puzzled. "Anyone would be so lucky to have you, I'd be ecstatic, so try to see yourself how I see you."

"If you see me so positively, maybe you should just date me yourself Kōtarō." You jokingly laughed along with that accompaniment when he abruptly stood up with renewed determination.

"I would! I love you as a friend anyway and I've liked you for ages, but I can't."

"What?! I thought you liked Shirofuku hence why you were telling her we were just friends." You facepalmed, but reiterated your point of view to aid with his understanding.

"No I— I thought you were only into girls!"

…

There was a mortified silence, like the whole gymnasium had heard this and decided to tune in to listen. You're almost certain you heard Atsumu choke.

"Since when?! Where did you even get the idea?"

“Huh? I dunno, overheard ‘Tsum ‘Tsum mention it once, and you’ve never been bothered by male attention so I didn’t pry.”

“And you believed Miya Atsumu instead?!” You swear you heard the entire remaining team unanimously facepalm, grumbling curses under their breath despite Miyas’ hopeless protest.

“You gotta trust your teammates right? But when you put it like that…” Bokuto looked sheepish, despite his adamant defence of his setter which only left you laughing out loud.

“What’s so funny? It was a misunderstanding, I didn’t treat you differently and love you all the same no matter who you like.”

You paused, sighing hopelessly with a soft smile matching your new tone.

"Bokuto... I like you."

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[ Masterlist ]

#bokuto koutarou #bokuto koutarou imagine #bokuto koutarou x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagines #anime x reader #anime imagine #bokuto x reader #haikyuu bokuto

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transmutationisms · 2 months

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Ok but what ARE your niche running technique hot takes tho?? Do tell

oh i just think people overcomplicate it basically, or rather have gotten suckered into a commercial expansion in the past 50 years or so that has depended on mystifying running in a certain way and then marketing copious amounts of gear and apps and self help books and what the fuck else. like stability shoes have always been essentially bullshit, kt tape is just a scam, physios and chiros are quacks, your footstrike is probably fine how it is, gu isn't doing anything a handful of swedish fish can't... idk everybody wants running to be optimised and regimented or at least they act like that's necessary in order to improve and it's just not true lol. if someone else wants to live and die by the stopwatch have at it but i actually think there's tremendous value in learning to run by feel and i think it's historically fucking weird that this position is as unusual as it is. and honestly so much of ⬆️ this is kind of percolating down from elite training methods, and i think those are often bad actually! they tend toward producing athletes who are very fast for a shorter and shorter career, and who are habitually under-fuelled and injury-prone. like, pro training schedules are not fun. ig i can't assume every recreational runner is doing it for fun but like, i am. i think running is not an inherently body fascism dot pdf activity and it honestly just makes me kind of sad to watch people try their damndest to turn it into one. also there are many people in the world who will never enjoy or be capable of running, no matter what genius coaching techniques or shoe soles you recommend, and this is fine and morally neutral 👍

#runposting

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soov · 8 months

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CHLORiNE ㅤ. . . ㅤ﹫ geto suguru ★

꒰ 🧾 ꒱ pro swimmer suguru & famous gn reader, 700 words. ㅤg fluff, fake dating au, drabble. ㅤw pet names, kissing. ㅤlibrary

you did not want to date geto suguru, but that was the only and single option your managers gave you after your shared accident, a few months ago. a group of pictures posted on your instagram page — a dump of the last visit you paid to tokyo — was what got you a new boyfriend.

he, funnily, posted a selfie of himself at the same restaurant you were in your pictures. on the same day. with the same emoji of the japanese flag in your captions.

it wasn’t intentional — you didn’t even know who suguru was other than his name, and nor did he. the swimmer simply wished to announce his arrival at his home country after being away for a competition overseas. you wanted to show your followers how your trip was.

but now, because of a coincidence, and the speculative skills of both your fanbases, you were bound together by a contract.

“sugu? are you done yet?” your shout was followed by a long, nasal sigh. “we have a reservation in a few, and i don’t want to dine with you smelling like chlorine!”

the man glanced at the bleachers, still floating around in the pool to relax after his intense practice. he shone his brightest smile at your complaints, “coming right up!” suguru chuckled and lifted himself up.

“sugu?” his teammate pestered, tossing a towel at him. “that’s new. can i call you that too, my boo bear?”

“shut up, satoru.” geto tediously reprimanded while tossing his swim cap aside to dry his hair. he would admit that he was still not used to having you call him by nicknames, though in no way he was bothered by them.

“finally,” you walked up to your fake boyfriend, lightly slapping his buff arm. “we have an hour to be at the restaurant and we’re still here. can you hurry up?” you requested again. that reservation was the event of year to you, and due to yours and his social status, you managed to skip the waiting line. you wanted the raven-haired man to treat it as seriously as you.

suguru looked at you with a soft smile, dipping a kiss to your lips, “sorry, angel.” he mumbled into your mouth, towel thrown around his neck. his hand went to your waist whilst his wet body lightly pressed against your designer clothes, making you flinch in annoyance.

“keep saying sorry for the next ten years and maybe i’ll forgive you.” your grumble snatched a soft laugh out of him, and you hoped he’d hurry up and put on some clothes to leave the place. you didn’t have enough time to keep up with your routine of staring at his muscles at the moment.

“kay. sorry again,” using his free hand, he cupped your jaw to press a small peck to your temple and nose — totally unnecessary, but to suguru, every touch and caress was treated like a basic human need.

a huff escaped your lips, “whatever.” you gulped down all kinds of reaction to his affection and walked off to one of the benches nearby, waiting for your cue to leave.

the other athlete snickered, expression composed of a mix of comedic disgust and tenderness as he observed his friend stare at you with heart eyes, “you’re so in love it’s sickening to watch,” satoru shook his head to show his disappointment on the faux relationship (that he was well aware of).

nevertheless, the accusation fell deaf on suguru’s ears, his eyes trained on you and the way you so endearingly stared at everything but at him. when you tapped your shoes in an anxious fashion, or when your lips curled down in a pout, he couldn’t help but feel glad for his crazy fans once wanting you two together.

“maybe i am.” suguru murmured on autopilot mode, a grin blooming on his lips. he was so going to kiss you stupid after that dinner.

before the white-haired swimmer noticed, geto was already fully dressed and hurrying to your side, fingers intertwined with yours to leave.

“huh...” satoru clicked his tongue, amused by the whole scene going on in front of him. “he really broke the first rule of fake dating.”

⠀ ⠀ SOOV © 2O23

ㅤ𝗿𝗲𝗶’s notes ⪩⪨ special thanks to rav for helping me out with this drabble THIS IS FOR U ♥️

#ㅤ𝓡.#jjk x reader #jjk fluff #jjk geto #geto x reader #geto fluff #suguru x reader #suguru fluff #geto suguru #geto suguru x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen drabbles

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hxltic · 17 days

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i have this idea of gymnast! reader and bokuto that I can't get put of my headddd, like her going to his practice and him going to readers as well 😫 cute

Omgomg this is so cute!! I used to be a gymnast😼

The power couple. Y’all do everything together.

Before he went pro, you both attended the same college. He was captain for the last two years he was there, well known throughout campus, but mainly for reasons other than his volleyball talent. Innocent reasons, of course.

But I mean can you blame them? Look at him.

Big bright eyes, expressive and sweet. Huge too. On top of practically towering over everyone he meets, his vivacious nature makes you comfortable and him a likable person overall. It’s not surprising seeing all of the girls that would attach themselves to him.

He’d politely decline, and looking over his show-stopping smile, it provides enough comfort after being rejected to ask if they can recruit themselves as friends instead. He can’t say no to friends, especially after already saying it once, so he internally sighs and nods his head. It was awkward the first few times but he’s come to learn they never actually call. And if they text, it’s just basic conversation that he feels they don’t actually care to know about him.

You met at a meeting for the athletes held by the school, basically congratulating the hard work and achievements of the individual teams and important players. He went up in ranks for his hitting accuracy, dependability, and being an accomplished six rotation player. An overall asset to his team. He shakes the hand of his coach and an older man, taking his certificate, and standing up on the stage for the picture.

After entering the transfer portal, you were elated when one of the top scoring colleges for Women’s Collegiate Gymnastics gave you an offer. Of course you took the chance. With the sport being more of an individual achievement, even though the scoring is all added up in the end, you consistently dropped incredible numbers for the team. You like vault the best, but your teammates are in love with your floor routine and music.

So you go up next. Your hair moving behind you as you step up to your own coach and shake her hand, then receive the frame, ordered to stand right next to Bokuto.

His weight might be shifting, and his eyes may be flickering back and forth from you to the clapping audience of your peers, but he can’t help it. You’re the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen.

You’re only a few centimeters shorter, your skin glistens, and your pretty eyes are hid from him when your side profile leaves curly hair fallen over your ears. He forces himself to look forward for the last group picture of the ceremony, making a mental note to look up the name he’s heard called by the announcer more than once.

And he does just that. It was a little creepy at first but that was how you met. Now, you both go to the gym in your free time. He powers you through your sets, promising different motivators (new shoes) and food, while you try your best to do the same to him. Most of the time is spent giggling, but hey. Y’all work out with your respective teams on the days you’re supposed to, so does it really matter?

You mainly watch his games because some of your practices are on the same day. Watching these men swing with all their might knowing people on the other side are intended to receive the hit is insane to you. Watching who he explained is the libero throw himself around or get behind balls that seem to be barreling toward his face. You would literally shit yourself.

Meanwhile, when Bokuto comes to watch you, he admires the technical training and physicality that goes into running full speed at an inanimate object and tossing yourself around. How you manage not only to balance, but make it look pretty, and stay pretty doing it. He claims he gets sweaty and gross.

Sometimes after a workout, he’ll walk into your practice and finds a seat somewhere. He hears fast steps, vault boards going off, mats caving from being landed on—it’s all music to his ears now. He’s unironically close with your coach (as he is all the others, and the dietician), mainly because he’s around for you. You try not to get distracted by his slumped figure eyeing you from afar. It gets hard when you do full out routines at the end and you stick it.

He doesn’t truly understand the scoring and how meticulous it is, just that a fall is bad and you have to try your best not to wobble. Which is exactly why even if it wasn’t your best routine, it looked all the perfect to him, and he celebrates when you land your dismount.

There’s nothing more he loves than watching you get ready before meets. Braiding your own hair or letting your teammate do it, putting glitter of the school colors in spots on your face to match the leotard, doing the makeup, and putting the colorful bows in the bun— it’s all a process to him. You look gorgeous after, even when you’ve tucked yourself away in the school tracksuit that hides those thick legs he knows you has.

That’s what he loves most. God, your legs. Your whole physique really. Long, strong legs and thighs that could crush him. Arms that he has to remind you are sexy when you’re looking at yourself in a dress.

Bokuto is strong, he knows that. He’s been athletic and probably has never been out of shape a day in his life. To be with someone that matches his lifestyle and is amazing at her sport? He considers himself blessed. There’s nobody that understands him like you do.

©️hxltic

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inchidentally · 5 months

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IoN-7mE1AI4 Girl, I've got something for us! New content :) <3

holy FUCK anon I've had to wait to thank you properly bc FUCK

Oscar waiting for Lando to answer first bc he knows Lando loves quizzes that are about himself Scorpio Princess

twins allegations are literally never going away w how similar they are

but also the allegations of Oscar being made in a factory as the perfect teammate for Lando: patient and indulgent like Carlos, adoring and easygoing like Daniel, but with a special unique element of calm, authority and casual competence that tickles Lando's overwired please-care-for-me brain juuuust right

Oscar knowing he barely even needs to answer about the music bc Lando "he listens to what I listen to"

D/s and DD/lg dynamic like a kick to the chest every time Lando steals the best answer first and Oscar praises him for what good choices they are and...

Oscar rubbing his eyes "okay if that's disallowed then" followed by Lando nervously "I like how I'm making the rules here! you can choose sleep if you want!" and Oscar saying "nah, I'm gonna keep you happy" the same way he'd say princess will have to pay for this with fifteen spanks later but daddy will let you act up for now SORRY that's just how it sounds to me ????

Lando talking Oscar round to his own answers every single time

Oscar having changed his pre-race diet to Lando's ??? high performance pro athletes and their pregame food is so incredibly specific and Oscar was like oh just make two of those please

Lando wriggling and beaming bc he has Oscar not just wrapped around his little finger and bowed entirely to his will he's even got Oscar's hindbrain saying Lando's name as his own for rapid fire quizzes

like can we appreciate here that F1 drivers - especially young/new drivers to the grid - have had to take such an aggressively self-focused approach to their careers to even make it as pro's and that all mental training has them solely centered around what they need to be perfect and perform at their peak... but Oscar showed up fully able to zone in once in the car and otherwise cope with any and all distractions and fully accepted that McLaren is Lando's team...

and that Lando practically tapped his feet and clapped his hands with joy bc he needs the pineapple in his wraps to be cut very small and he insisted on racing so far ahead of his body's growth that he got velcro put into his kart to stop him from flying out at corners, and his support system have all been with him 10+ years, and sometimes his energy comes in so many bursts he can't contain it but sometimes it just drops and he just wants to collapse in a heap for half an hour and Max said sometimes he's awake at 5am ready to go and other days he's like waking the dead and Carlos was aye aye aye Landito and Daniel was overstimulating as hell

but Oscar sits like a Lando-powered robot patiently awaiting what Lando needs or what Lando will do next and I'm losing what's left of my mindito

#inchreplies #landoscar #every 3-5 min video of them is like ten chapters worth of power dynamics discussion I'm so sorry #sports illustrated rapid fire #landoscar lore

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globalrebrand · 1 year

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Grusha Romance Headcanons Pt. 1 : Pre-Accident

Warning: Not sfw, questionable tense...slight angst.

A/N: Doing several parts. Your relationship pre-accident, post-accident and if you met him after everything happened.

General:

Before his retirement Grusha was arrogant, impulsive, daring and slightly immature. Chances are you came second to his snowboarding career more often than not and he wasn’t the greatest boyfriend.

Of course he loved you, but he was also a globally successful athlete, highly ranked with lots of demands on his time. Grusha also received more sponsorships than the average pro-snowboarder because of his good looks. He was rolling in endorsements and his agent was constantly interfering with the rare moments of quality time you got with him. However, Grusha was very upfront about these things from the beginning.

He does feel bad that he isn’t be around more, but also Grusha at this stage in his life probably would have argued that if you don’t like it you can just leave. He made it clear that snowboarding is his priority and making him feel bad about not being around would just piss him off.

However, Grusha tries to make it to important events and would happily reschedule a training session, photoshoot or interview, but the week before competition and competition weekends are non-negotiable. If your birthday falls around the time of the winter games, you’ll be celebrating on the side of the slopes in spectator booth.

And he expects you to be at every event he competes in. Grusha would get pouty when you’re not there and often complained that you not being there hurt his performance.

If possible, he would take you to all of his global competitions. Grusha would make sure to put you in super nice hotels even when he had to stay at the athlete accommodations. Whenever he had some down time where he wasn't practicing or talking to the press, he'd visit you to see the local sites and try delicious food. After the compettion ended he would stay and travel the entire region with you before he had to get back to training, making sure to pack in as many fun experiences before he inevitably had all of his time sucked up.

The good thing to know is that Grusha doesn't play games, so if he was dating you he’s serious about you as a partner. He wouldn’t subject such a hard relationship on someone he didn’t think would stick around.

With that in mind you probably got really close to his family. Sitting with them in the stands, traveling with them etc.

Your family can come to his competitions too. He doesn’t mind, more supporters plus he’s pretty sure he wants to marry you at this point so it only makes sense that he gets to know your folks. You provide a warmth quickly closing in on the intensity of the one he feels for snowboarding and he wants to make it up to you for all the sacrifices you’ve made for him.

He can take you for granted from time to time, and he’s not always fast with the apology, but he loves you and doesn’t know what he’d do with out you. Once he’s cooled off he’s trying to talk things out even if he isn’t the best communicator. He has a tendency to be a little too blunt sometimes and doesn’t always understand exactly why his words upset you, but he actively tries to be better.

And honestly chances are the two of you bicker more than you ever actually fight. Most things aren’t serious and the serious fights tend to be about the same things.

Grusha never got too enraptured by the attention or fame, but he appreciated being acknowledged for his skills and was prone to showing off when he knew other people were watching.

He was never shy about boarding up to the side lines and planting a kiss on you.

Chances are he gets a body pillow that he brings to competitions after you start sharing a home because he can’t sleep without you.

Grusha was (and still is) a huge cuddler. Nothing is more romantic than snuggling with your on a cold winter night in a cozy chalet.

His courageousness extended into many parts of your life. Grusha's favorite dates, were hiking, camping going to amusement parks, fun competitive activities and of course snowboarding. He would most definitely teach you. He also likes skiing for something a bit less strenuous. Also he's a great ice skater (skateboarding too but Grusha loves ice skating dates. He even knew how to do quite a few moves.

Grusha was known for his blunt and witty sense of humor. Very nonchalant about it and half the time he's not even trying to crack a joke but he has a natural wit and playfulness that keep you laughing.

Not Sfw:

Grusha used to (still does) get impatient when he’s horny.

When he was young he had a tendency to rush foreplay if you didn't ask him to slow down.

His baseline was a little rough. Nipping at you, biting a bit, tugging on your hair.

A little bit of a mean tease. Liked to make you beg for and it a big fan of receiving praise. He doesn't mind giving it but believes you have to earn it.

Hates losing and hates being on bottom. Will be the brattiest sub you’ve ever seen if you manage to get him beneath you. He’s quick to turn the tables.

Has such a pretty body. He’s sveltve and light because that’s what snowboarding requires, but he has a nicely defined musculature and a very very surprising slight booty once you get him out of his ski clothes.

Just let him do what he wants. He likes to take the lead and feel in control. Kind of because he's spoiled, sometimes he has to be reminded about your preferences.

Oral game was ok. He's better with his fingers. It’s not even that he doesn’t like giving you head, Grusha is thoroughly aroused by the prospect of going down on his lover, he just gets bored down there. Starts thinking of other more exciting things he could be doing. If he gives you head more than five minutes its surprising. Since usually by that point his flipping you over and lining his dick up with your hole. 69ing is a good solution to his eagerness so you can give and receive simultaneously.

Such a good kisser! Very soft lips considering they're always exposed to cold air. Kisses you all over.

Won’t leave your neck alone. During, he’s nuzzling in it, pressing kisses, sucking hickeys etc. Not super into choking unless he’s pissed.

Loves how you look so hot in your snow clothes, gets turned on seeing you in them and can't wait to get you out of them later .

Liked to keep things playful, some slight roughhousing, i.e pushing you on the bed, manhandling you and the like.

Always cuddled with you after and maybe a nice warm bath.

#gym leader grusha #grusha pokemon #grusha #grusha x reader #pokemon scarlet and violet

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ok ok ok but imagine trent's daughter, Phoebe and Henry, on a playdate or exploring stadium together? Like how have these kiddos not become friends??

YOU'RE SO RIGHT, ANON.

Headcanon time:

During a weekend training Henry is visiting again, Roy's sister is sick so he's justifying the Best Uncle award Phoebe gave him last year (it's very glittery), and Trent's babysitter unexpectedly bailed. So they all trail into work with kids that day and Rebecca is like, "Excuse me this is not a fucking daycare."

She says this while giving them all a kiss.

Pheobe: "That's a bad word, Ms. Welton, you owe me a pound."

Henry and Phoebe immediately race outside to play with the team but Trent's daughter, who is both younger and has never played football before, is just the shiest little bean about joining in. Trent, expert in anxious parenting, is prepared to run damage control with her favorite coloring books but Ted holds him back and within ten minutes Phoebe is showing her the ropes while Henry is Very Seriously working to tie her hair back for her.

Henry: "Excuse me, Mr. Independent sir, but can I borrow another hair-tie?"

Trent: "... how do you know my name?"

Trent, internally: Wait. Mr. Independent isn't my name??

Trent, with shorter hair than in Season 2: "Never mind that. How do you know I have hair-ties?"

Henry, answering both questions: "Daddy."

[Trent.exe has stopped working]

Rebecca, shouting across the pitch: "Give her pigtails, Henry! There you go!"

So the crimmlet learns some football and Trent, after recovering from his Omg Ted Talks About Me to His Son panic almost sorta kinda cries about it. By this point the himbos are absolutely in love with the trio and would die for them, no hesitation. (Dani actually says this, which is mildly alarming for the kids). After some super secret techniques are shared -- Phoebe: "This is how you kick the ball into someone's face. Uncle Ted loves it!" -- they all decide that they should probably get some actual training done. Besides, Henry just brought up the West Ham game he went to and... uh...

Yeah. Best to scoot them on out of there. Unconditional love doesn't trump hatred of West Ham, unfortunately.

The stadium houses a team of pro athletes and a massive staff of sleep-deprived professionals, meaning that there's plenty of food to go around for lunch. Ted (childhood personified) and Trent (a domestic mess post-divorce) are both happy to let the kids pig out on snacks. A growled "Fuck that" from Roy sends them off to the kitchen downstairs.

Do stadiums have kitchens? No idea. Probably not. This one does!

Trent, carryout aficionado: "So... does anyone know how to cook?"

Roy: "Do I fucking look like I have time to cook?"

Trent: "This was your idea."

Roy: "Shut up."

Ted: "Hmm. I'm afraid I'm more of a baking man myself."

The kids have been sitting at the counter, heads ping-ponging back and forth as they watch their three guardians fail the basic task of feeding them. Luckily for their faith in adults, it's about this moment that the crimmlet remembers that this is Ted.

Biscuit Ted.

Did you know that Trent Crimm used to be in a band? A metal band? That for six months in college he rebelled in the only way he knew how - artistically - and screamed everything he was keeping bottled up inside until he learned to purge himself through vicious prose instead?

His daughter inherited his lungs.

A six-year-old's high-pitched screaming + the reverberation of a primarily metal space = Significant Pain. Ted's, "Holy moly, Ms. Banshee!" is barely audible and Roy just nopes out of the situation without a shred of guilt. Phoebe and Henry -- immune to loud noises in the way only children can be -- exchange a A Look over the top of the crimmlet's head. Because she's screaming for the biscuits Ted gives her every week.

Henry hasn't had his Dad's cookies in six months.

Phoebe hasn't had them at all.

Now the screaming is joined by Very Indignant Yelling.

Trent: "Ted just make them some fucking biscuits."

Ted: "Right because that's healthier than the vending machines!?"

But one sugary meal is worth saving their eardrums, so.

There's an immediate change in tune when Ted asks who's gonna help him lick the bowl. Instant peace. Baking with three kids is messy, to put it mildly, and Ted isn't entirely sure how flour got into Trent's hair, but it definitely has more white streaks in it than it did this morning. Without thinking, he reaches up to smooth some of the flour away, fingers dragging gently through a lock and brushing his cheek in the process.

[Trent.exe has stopped working x2]

Crimmlet, tugging his pantleg with little flour handprints: "Daddy can the biscuit man stay forever?"

Trent, voice strangled: "... sure, honey."

Higgins pops in to find an absolute disaster of a kitchen and the normally unruffled Trent with cheeks the color of maraschino cherries (what's that about?). After getting caught up on events -- what they're willing to admit to, anyway -- he gently informs them that he could have fixed the kids a meal not made out of sugar and butter. Ah well. Too late now.

Higgins: "Also, Ted, shouldn't you be coaching the boys?"

Ted: "I'm sure Beard has it well in hand."

[Hard cut to the team seated semi-circle around Beard. He's lecturing on the drugs they can take without tanking their careers. Many are taking notes.]

The one good thing about a sugar high is that the crash comes right afterwards. Pheobe managed to get the crimmlet on her shoulders and the three of them raced off to explore the stadium, burning with short-term energy. Trent is mildly concerned about them sneaking out, but Ted reassures him that there's security at every exit. You know, to keep any... uh...

Trent: Press out?

Ted: Not all the press.

Trent: Oh, so I'm an exception am I?

Higgins, still standing there, forgotten, thinking about the book Trent is writing and how yes, he's literally an exception??

Ted: Trent Crimm you are not only an exception, you are exceptional.

[Trent.exe has stopped working x3]

Higgins, internally: OHHHHHHHHH

Later, there is a brief moment of panic when they can't find the kids -- Roy: "Don't worry. I once lost Phoebe and she turned up in my neighbor's bathtub with a new haircut." Ted: "Huh. That there's a story for another time." -- but Will ushers them quietly into the storeroom where they're piled like puppies on a bed of clean laundry, fast asleep. Ted snaps a picture and immediately sends it to the Richmond group chat. The himbos all come running to see the wholesomeness for themselves.

Will, whispering: They're so cute!! ... wait, now I need to do the laundry again :(((

Dani: No. Do not. Their beautiful, sleepy essence will help us win games.

Will: ... weird, but alright.

Henry's getting a little big for this now, but Ted manages to lift him bridle style and gently presses a kiss into his hair. Trent tenderly picks his little girl up, hand cradling her curls.

Roy slings Phoebe over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. She doesn't stir.

Rebecca sternly tells them that they're never to do this again, but also if she doesn't see the trio soon they'll regret it. Here's the ten pounds I owe Phoebe. Also there had better be some biscuits left, Ted.

Henry only wakes when they're back at the apartment, Beard flipping through nature documentaries while Ted kicks his legs up into his lap. Henry squeezes between the two of them.

Ted: "You have fun today, kiddo?"

Henry: "Uh huh."

Ted: "Hey, what's Trent's daughter's name anyway?"

Henry: "Oh... I never asked."

Beard tuts. "Why you wanna know so bad?"

Ted: "I just figure I should know his kid's name before I ask him out."

[Trent, twelve miles West, suddenly and without any warning getting hit with an absolute fuckton of feelings]:

#Ted Lasso #Trent Crimm #Tedependent #Roy Kent #Rebecca Welton #Leslie Higgins #Henry Lasso #Pheobe #Trent's daughter #Ted Lasso fic #crack treated seriously

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tender-rosiey · 2 years

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hey lovely! can i request a drabble about miya twins and sakusa when their S/O got to an accident using their new bought sports car? i bet this will be interesting 😍😍

“IS SHE OKAY? NO- I MEAN THE CAR!”

— an accident using sakusa’s, atsumu’s, osamu’s new car (f!reader)

a/n: omg I posted?? also screw proofreading

SAKUSA KIYOOMI:

“WHAT?!” he exclaimed as he went rushing out of training and quickly got into a taxi, getting to the hospital you’ve been put in.

he slams the door open and finds you on the bed, thankfully with minor injuries. sakusa rushes to your side and gently holds your hand, pain in his eyes that slowly look up to you, “how are you feeling?”

“I don’t know; how do you think I feel?” you deadpan.

“y/n,” he merely says and you lightly chuckle.

you close your eyes, “I will live, but your car, on the other hand,” you take a deep breath, “took quite the damage.”

a few moments of silence pass and when you open your eyes, you see him smile lightly, “at least that piece of metal was good for something.”

“so…you’re not mad?” you ask and he quirks an eyebrow.

he lightly flicks your forehead which doesn’t have any injuries nor cuts on it, “you realize that you matter more to me than a stupid sports car, right?”

you smile affectionately, “well, atsumu told me you would set the earth on fire considering how she is your sturdy and precious ‘baby’.”

“ew,” he grimaces, “calling a car ‘baby’ is something atsumu would do not me,” he subconsciously pouts but lightly, “you should know that.”

you nod softly.

“but, that doesn’t mean you won’t pay for the damages.”

you blink a couple of times, “‘omi, you’re kidding, right?”

his face remains unchanged and panic runs through you.

“YOU’RE KIDDING, RIGHT?”

he shrugs, “who knows?” he looks back and sees the doctor who will check up on you. he gets up, “well, baby, I will be waiting outside.”

you watch your husband’s back as he walks towards the door and you scream at the top of your lungs, “DOCTOR, DON’T LET THAT GUY WALK OUT!”

MIYA ATSUMU:

“ANGEL FACE, ARE YA OKAY?” he drops to his knees and he embraces his dear. he rubs his face on her and caresses her, “I can’t believe something as awful as this happened to ya.”

“wow, ‘tsumu; thank you so much for checking up on me,” you say.

he stands up then walks to you with his arms open, “y/n, ya I love ya!”

you raise your palm, “no thanks,” you eye the thing that your husband checked on first, “check on your ‘angel face’,” you imitate his voice at end and turn your back.

you don’t get to run very far before your pro-athlete husband embraces you from the back, “come on hun, ya know I didn’t mean it like that.”

he presses a kiss on your shoulder, but you quip, “this won’t take you anywhere.”

“If ya got hurt then this piece of junk isn’t even worth its price and I would’ve ended up suing the company,” he huffs.

you roll your eyes, “you’re telling me, you will sue an entire company because I got injured?”

“yeah, what about it?” atsumu says with no hesitance.

you sigh and run your fingers through his hair, “you’re unbelievable.”

“ya love me either ways,” he smiles.

your eyes trail to the damaged car, “so what will we do about it?”

“I am still in the insurance period anyways,” he hums before turning you to him and hugging you properly and burying his face in your shoulder once more.

you squint at him, “so it didn’t matter anyways if it got marred?”

“big word.”

you step on his foot and he yelps, “answer me, pretty boy.”

“yer so mean!” he whines and looks away.

you poke his chest, but he doesn’t look at you so you resort to his one weakness, sweet words, at least from you.

“‘tsumu, my big, handsome and strong husband,” you start and take a hold of his hand caressing it.

his chest puffs up a little and he says a small, “continue.”

and so you do, “my gorgeous, kind, and funny husband.”

he turns to you, “but why not smart and intelligent?”

“because then I would be lying.”

atsumu pouts, then grumbles, “I shouldn’t have trusted ya.”

MIYA OSAMU:

“I am so sorry ‘samu; he was the one that got into my lane!” you nervously say, hearing your husband sigh.

“y/n, calm down—“

“I AM CALM!” you yell while breathing heavily.

“where are ya right now?” he asks and you murmur the place in response; in the speed of light, he is there by your side.

osamu steps out of the car and you quickly go to embrace him, “I am so sorry about the damage, ‘samu.”

he cups your face, carefully examining it; he sighs, this time one of relief, “thank god, yer okay,” pressing a kiss to your cheek, before he looks at the man who crashed into you.

“so, what happened?” he inquires and the man huffs angrily.

“ask your dumb little lover, if it wasn’t for her then nothing would’ve happened!”

you gasp lightly and are about to yell at the guy, but your husband stops you and speaks up instead, “she said that ya got into her lane.”

“of course you would believe her!” the man rolls his eyes and osamu frowns.

“would ya like we check surveillance cameras? maybe even the camera on the car itself?” your husband pressures and the man in front of you starts getting nervous at the mention of the availability of footage for the incident.

he retorts back, despite his nerves, “w-well maybe if you didn’t let a woman drive your car then everything would’ve been fine!”

“misogyny isn’t a good look, sir,” osamu hums and the man turns on his heel, ready to walk out of the scene.

however, osamu grabs his arm, “not so fast,” then points at another car parking, “you wouldn’t want to give the police a chase, would you?”

the man sweat-drops and snatches his arm away, “shut your face!”

you take a hold of osamu’s arm and squeeze it lightly to calm him down. he looks at you, “yeah?”

“can we go home? I am starving,” you mumble.

he places a hand on his stomach, “me too,” you smile and pull him with you towards the restaurant you both like.

“you’re just going to leave me alone?!” screams the man, but feels a hand on his shoulder.

“don’t worry,” the other guy that appeared smiles, “your cell mates will keep you company.”

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gimyung · 1 year

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lookism brainrot otd:

varsity classmates headcanons !!

it's my first time doing a post of hcs like this so idk what i was doing or where i was going w it, but enjoy !! jus mainly their traits + some x reader interactions as a classmate ✧( ु•⌄• )◞◟( •⌄• ू )✧

zack lee /////// 이진성

athleticism just wayyy over the roof. he's the jock of all jocks atp

he actually follows a strict regimen, and manages to outdo himself every time

nah cus this mf drinks his pre-workout mix few mins before lunch... because he actually intends to do workout during lunch 💀

despite being disciplined when it comes to working out and focused on hitting a new personal record every time, he's just bad when it comes to maintaining a proper diet

liiiike discipline just goes out the window when you open a bag of chips. he's right there before your hand even touches inside the bag 😭

he doesn't skip class, he's always present. there are times when he dozes off but not every time. instead he's just doodling, looking out the window, or sneakily checking soc med on his phone. bottom line is he's awake but his ass isn't reading 💀💀

he's surrounded by a solid friend group so it's hard to approach him, but he goes to you first when he needs help w studies

yeah he the type to copy ur homework lmfaoooo

though he's amazing at stuff when he puts his mind into it... like there'd be a time he would actually try not to fail his exams so that he can continue playing for varsity. he put in effort and turned out to be decent, esp science and english !!

he's good at english because he watches clips of pro athletes from around the world so he picks up a lot of it. lowkey self-taught, he ain't even realize he's a genius when it comes to absorbing information

he aint got the books tho. his bag all sports/gym stuff 😭 he switches seats w your seatmate cus he knows you're kind enough to share your book (and answers) to him

literally a jock w the way he always talks about his sport. "so are you a fan of ___?", "stayed up watching ___'s game"

but he's also encouraging and enthusiastic, "you can be an athlete too, it's not too late!"

the games on his phone are all sports games bless him

the typa jock to buy a ps5 first to play 2k BEFORE a proper mattress 😭😭

cares about his drip too, sneakerhead!zack is canon w the way jiho got scammed just to cop a pair for him

despite being a varsity player, he doesn't skip PE even though he technically can. he loves working out, getting extra exercise. everyone's intimidated tho cus ofc he just does better than the rest

but he's kind, doesn't judge, and instead encourages everyone to finish their PE tasks

"cmon you can do more sit ups!", "whoa nice, you'll do well in track n field", "if you do one more rep of this you'd actually withstand my coach's training", "yooo you jump that high? that's raw talent"

even the most unfit person in the class starts to love PE just because sweating it out w zack is fun <3

johan seong ///////성요한

he doesn't strike as the jock™ the same way zack does. underneath that uniform nobody knows that he's ripped. on that sleeper build fr

he's really quiet, and perhaps he won't be that well-known if he wasn't playing for the school and basically being a beast in his sport

enviable because nobody sees him put that much effort, but there he is... literally main character for his team. highkey talented (this shit canon tho johan really be talented af)

resting bitch face so nobody dares approach him, but when someone does, johan gives them the softest smile <3

he's just actually shy, he doesn't really know what to say or do when you tell him "johan, good luck on your next match"

johan: [nod and smile]

when it comes to his studies, he's so-so. he puts in just the right amount of effort. liiiike overall, no problems in this area

thing is, he just skips class from time to time. nobody, not even his coach, knows where tf he is or what he's doing 😭 but he keeps getting away with it because he's really so fucking talented

7 times out of 10 he has his homework done. bless this child

he just keeps getting away w being so chill (borderline nonchalant) about studies overall. he gets called to recite one time and he doesn't have the answers, but even his teacher aint mad

guess he really just charms everyone. like nobody wanna get in the way of the genius lol and he's unproblematic overall so nobody really can tell him shit

during breaks he just eats his food then takes a nap

but he's gotten really popular so some of the boiz try to chat him up and he vibes well with everyone. he doesn't have a bad personality whatsoever ^-^

when nobody's bothering him, johan loves to listen to music on his headphones (johan! headphones! imagine! literally begging !!)

even when training on his own. literally no one could bother him 😭 he doesn't even know the music's so loud and everyone can hear

(this one is self-serving but aren't all headcanons) johan probs just a chill person and even when working out he listens to krnb :-)

like that's it, no eurobeats or upbeat music. literally just him enjoying 2 things — getting better at his sport + listening to chill music

his drip: effortless. him just wearing plain everything, nothing flashy or branded, but god he's breathtaking

one time before class ended he got so restless, turns out he was looking for a ponytail or a makeshift one. he comes up to you to borrow your rubber band that you used to keep your bento in tact hehe

ppl in class figured this out, and on the following weeks some of them offered their ponytail to johan

some of them would insist to be the one to tie johan's hair. so some days he really training with pigtails and braids

he's still unbothered but not that unapproachable anymore. got close to the class by allowing everyone to play with his hair :0

jake kim /////// 김기명

jake's not really a bad student, but he skips the first period sometimes for a morning workout

he's a contender as a team captain so he really focuses on his sport, but at the same time he's lowkey diligent w/ his studies too

when he's in the mood to learn fr, he switches seats with another classmate who's seated in front. otherwise, he stays at the back and snoozes frm time to time

jake probs takes notes sometimes, but shitty handwriting 😭 he sometimes can't understand the shit he wrote cus he was falling asleep in class

great guy despite his popularity, so he doesn't have a hard time finding willing people to help him out in his studies (lending notes and reference materials)

he doesn't always have his homework with him, but he barely asks to copy

just a lil uncooperative with group projects, he literally dashes to the gym after class to train. he got his goals straight and ur project is at the bottom of the priority list. oh well :(

but really, nice guy. everybody's his friend and he's not hard to approach at all. lowkey fans would come up and take pics with him and he doesn't pose properly ever. always gotta look goofy ...

like his teammates can't even get mad at the obvious bias of people towards jake. jake's just so fucking nice

doesn't even have to bring lunch money cus ppl willing to pay for his meals from time to time. and he's a big eater 😭

gets accused of sweet talking his way out of some of his bad grades, being a teacher's pet bc even teachers love this guy. they give him lots of chances during recitations until he gets the answer right

he's in the middle of super athlete zack & chill athlete johan. like he's goal-oriented, disciplined, focused, but he's not obsessed

this guy never skips practice, but on the weekends he relaxes and chills w his friends at the mall/park/cafe

um he has a motivational quote as his lock screen haha.... he just the type to do it ....

and he really hates it when one of his classmates are getting picked on. singlehandedly ended bullying in his school, slay

everyone just follows his peace-loving nature. like if you like jake and you're a friend of jake, you're never supposed to do shit to others

drip: uniform too tight lol (canon) (even that tracksuit hugging his chest well)

he !! remembers !! everyone's !! names !!

like introduce yourself once to jake and he will say hello to you if he passes by you in the hallway

"yo ___, wru heading to" like he asking empty questions the way you would with an acquaintance but it means a lot cus he knows your name

got teased to run for student council despite his busy sched, actually won cus he's popular 😭 mf aint even attend meetings but this win just furthered his agenda of a peace-loving school

anddd because of jake, other sports teams in school are envious of his team because the entire student body are more inclined to going to their matches to support their friend <3

atp jake aint even allowed to be benched cus coach thinks he might get booed for it. everybody wanna see jake play cmon

got everyone moving like a stage dad w the way they'd watch jake's games and cheer for him, always rooting for him

anywayssss that's all for hcs for now !! lmk if you liked this thing, i appreciate every feedback hehe :--) idk where i was going w this so!! hope yall enjoyed or something

shoutout to mica for engraving jock!zack in my head

#q #janncanons #<- OH she a headcanon blog now?!#nah fr tho this blog all over the place #jock au #jake kim #johan seong #zack lee #lookism #lookism x reader #lookism headcanons

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stick-ball · 2 months

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No one asked, but im gonna throw up some of my Laila Dermott hcs bcs I want them to see the light of day, before TSC abolishes their possiblity.

Laila is:

- from the East Coast, some big town with the vibe of NJ or Detroit.

- jewish, bcs I said so

- orphaned at 10 in some accident or other, probably car crash but im not sure if her parents were in a car or pedestrians.

- had a much older sister, 16 years older or so, that her mom had really, really young - who ran away from home and OD'd when Laila was about 5.

- had a big, although eccentric, family, so she was taken in by an aunt and uncle after her parents death. They had 3 sons. The uncle was Laila's mother's brother, and his wife was italian.

- had massive anxiety bcs of trauma processing, so doctor said to find her an outlet.

- started doing martial arts and was really good, but while her anxiety got better in terms of physical symptoms, her anger issues started showing more and more in sparring

- so, she stepped back from MA and tried out for Exy instead. One of her cousins was already training, so they kept each other motivated through the almost-sibling rivalry.

- all her cousins and she also had private swimming lessons once a week growing up, so she's really good at swimming.

- she's the most minimalist elegance aesthetic jock to ever exist.

- introverted but very opinionated, the kind that people she's in class with think is a bitch just by the resting bitch face alone, even thought they never spoke to her.

- reads DCU comic books like they're Torah.

- she and Catalina call each other Cat and Bat (Laila means Night, so Batman really fits, fight me) as pet names jokingly because of that

- their mutual crush is so evident it's painful to watch

- majoring in sports management because she's nothing if not a control freak (affectionate) who has her whole career planned out 5 years ahead in case she doesn't make it as a pro athlete.

- still does martial and swimming recreationally as part of endurance training.

- allergic to soy and cocoa.

- surprisingly not a night owl in the slightest.

#laila dermott #aftg #tsc #the sunshine court #all for the game #usc trojans #catalina alvarez #laila x alvarez #jeremy knox #jean moreau #the foxhole court #aftg headcanon #aftg hc #tfc hc #tsc hc #the sunshine court hc #all for the game headcanon #tfc

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soccerpunching · 2 months

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A few hours before the beta, i want to share what i WANT to happen for the raimon eleven (go) after a full school year and Endou decided to go back to playing soccer professionally (i think he deserves to enjoy soccer as long as he can still play it considering goalkeepers retire in the pro field earlier than the field players)

Everyone is happy that they can watch him again as a goalkeeper they looked up to but they're sad that their coach is no longer their coach and they have doubts on whoever's going to succeed him. It was a sad goodbye... but Endou told them there was someone even better than him who could succeed him.

Endou is a coach who focuses on pushing you to do your best but not on the little details considering the how and everytime he realizes he needed help in this part, he asks for his friends to help the team.

If we know anything about crafting a skill, is that it will make you crash down and burn if you're unaware how your body works or how to take care of it. There is also something to be said about finding how things work for you and accepting that it will not be how it works for others.

Thanks to Haruna looking after the team, they never experienced any of that tragedy. Before and especially after the team had Kidou as their trainer (or literally just having a formal trainer once), Haruna set even more focused eyes on strengthening the fundamentals and has learned to individualized training for them. She still does her former role in the team, which is research, support, and attending to resources-adjacent responsibilities.

That being said, the team still needs aid in strategizing, coordinating, flexibility, and resilience during a match that a coach would need to fulfill. Someone who can watch the match calmly and meticulously to aid the team in adjusting to the best course of action in the middle of a tensed match.

Enter Endou Natsumi.

It's simple but let's go over some little headcanons first, Raimon Jr. High's chairperson is Natsumi since chrono stone but before inago started I think she was going with Endou in the country and league he was playing for. She uses this opportunity to learn more about soccer and more about how athletes think and work and what they usually need and how they improve. All of this combined with her already high interest in the sport and everything she learned as a manager for the entirety of middle and high school (maybe even college).

The team had doubts because Natsumi has only ever been in the background in the soccer world until this point. To be honest, she doesn't look like the type to be interested in soccer... but coach Endou vouched for her! He makes crazy decisions but they're not all impulsive. And they trust him. So they did trust her as they trusted him. And it only took one match for them to understand why she's the best candidate for the position.

I know this won't happen but a little creature can dream.

#i say this as if this isnt whats going to happen in kaleidoscope #inazuma eleven #inazuma eleven go #ie imagined by lore #raimon natsumi #endou natsumi #otonashi haruna #endou mamoru #raimon eleven #raimon eleven go #lore talks abt ie

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