#football coach fanfic

[lainiespicewrites]

Coach Sy Part 5

I'm so sorry this took so long!!! Here it is! I feel like this is all over the place but I kind of just wanted to get a feel of them spending a day together. I love it. And I just wanted to give you guys something while I plan more of this out!! Enjoy.

Warnings: Cursing, Smut!! Oral,(f and M receiving), Mentions of sex

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“So are we gonna talk about that?” I asked, shyly. I was lying with my head on Sy’s shoulder absentmindedly drawing shapes on his chest with my fingertips. 

“Talk about what baby?” He met my gaze, raising an eyebrow. My throat went dry and I flushed trying to find the words to describe what just happened. 

“The way we… you were so…I liked it, a lot! But I’ve only ever read about it being like that, and It's so hot but I didn’t think that it was a natural thing and…No one’s ever been like that with me… God, I sound so stupid.” I groaned, pressing my body closer to his and hiding my face against his chest. Logan chuckled. He ran his fingers through my hair, tightening his grip at the back of my head and tugging softly, letting me know to look up at him. I bit my lip and sat up a little, lifting my eyes to meet his. 

“You’re so fuckin cute,” He leaned down and captured my lips in a gentle kiss. “I’m gonna need you to be a little more specific, baby girl,” He smirked. He knew I was embarrassed about saying it. 

“You’re so…in charge and dominant. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. It’s not much different than when you’re coaching.  I just didn’t expect all of that. The spanking and dirty talk, the manhandling,” I blushed. 

“You like me throwing you around like that?” He went back to slowly dragging his fingertips up and down my spine.  I loved this feeling. He was so warm. And he felt safe. Even after how rough and aggressive he was, He was still loving and gentle and kind and caring. I’d never experienced that with anyone else. Like I knew he was going to take care of me. No matter what it takes. And I didn’t feel so shy anymore. 

“Yeah” I spoke finally, and  pressed my lips to his chest and left a trail of kisses up his neck. He groaned softly. “I liked it a lot.” I smirked when I met his eyes again. 

“What’s gotten into you little girl?” He purred, rolling me onto my back and pinning me to the bed. 

“You, Sy. I’m so stuck on you, I can’t figure out what we’re doing but I don’t want this to end.” He was straddling me now. He sat back on his knees and brushed my hair out of my face, giving me a big smile. 

“This is just the beginning baby, and if I’m being honest,” He paused, looking me over and letting his hand trail down my chest resting it on my hip. “I’m planning on forever baby, I’m not going anywhere.” He bit his lip meeting my eyes again. 

“How can you be so sure?” I asked, feeling my insecurities bubble up again. Logan sat for a second, still straddling me, trying to think. God he was trying to find a way to break it to me gently. Of course it was just pillow talk. Just something you say… He probably didn’t mean it and I was being so ridiculous. 

“Some people say when you know you know.” He explained simply. 

“We’ve only been on one date, Logan,” I chuckled. 

“You wanna know when I knew?” He asked, ignoring my last statement. I smiled softly and nodded. “My second  month teaching. I sent you an email, about a girl in my class I was concerned about. I had to be honest with you. I just wasn’t sure how to pick up on signs of mental health and eating disorders and all that. But I knew something wasn’t right. You remember that?” I nodded. I did. It was an everyday thing answering emails about students that teachers wanted to recommend I speak to or may need further help. So I didn’t think much of it. But he asked if he could come down and talk with me about what to look for as far as when they are troubled. Which was so unexpected. I’ve never forgotten it. 

“I knew that day. You cared so much. You were so detailed. But I really knew when we talked about your friends and people you knew. How personal it was to you. We talked so long I was late to practice.  I understood why you were doing your job. I admired you. But from that day on I wanted to know everything about you. I started finding excuses to drop in. Find reasons to see you. Have lunch with you. It took me over a year to get you where I wanted you baby. This isn’t gonna be some temporary thing.” I sniffled softly. I hadn’t realized I was tearing up. Sy leaned down to kiss me softly. 

“You’re not gonna get bored of me?” I asked. He laughed. Literally belly laughed. 

“What’s there to get bored of baby? I love learning about you, and doing things with you and just being with you. Hell no, I’m not gonna get bored of you, Darlin,” He smiled softly and shifted, holding himself up on his arms and kissing my jaw and down my neck.

“Promise?” I bit my lip softly. He looked up and met my gaze and captured my lips again. 

“I promise sugar. You’re the only woman I want, I know I’ve been laying it on kind of heavy but I just think it’s kinda silly to deny ourselves of something, we’re grown, I know how I feel about ya. I don’t need to waste any more time, sugar.” I kissed him again, holding his face as if in my hands. Smiling softly as I pulled away. 

“Sy, I..” I stared up at him but the words got caught in my throat. I felt it, at least I think I did. I just couldn't say it yet. He pressed his lips to my forehead. 

“I know, baby.” He said, then continued to kiss his way down my body. I felt his hands on my thighs as he pushed them apart. 

“Mm, sy, what are you doing?” I asked keeping my eyes on him. He started to kiss my thighs and the bruises he’d left on my hips. 

“You know what I’m doing baby,” He smirked, biting at the inside of my thigh. I arched my back, moaning softly. “Nope, never gonna get bored of that.” He pressed another kiss to my thigh before he pinned my hips down and attacked his lips to my clit licking and sucking relentlessly. 

“My God Sy!” I moaned pulling at the sheets beneath me as he continued his assault on my clit. He shifted lower licking past my folds pushing his tongue inside me lapping at my juices. “Fuck don’t stop!” I felt him grow against me sending vibrations through me bring me closer to the edge. He hooked his arms under my thighs dragging me closer, holding me against his mouth. I was completely at his mercy. I was shaking, and a complete mess as he fucked me with his tongue. I whimpered letting my head hit the pillow when I finally fell apart against his mouth. He drank in all my juices before pulling away with a smirk. He kisses back up my thighs and stomach and kissed my neck before he laid next to me again. 

“How the hell could I ever get bored of that?” He teased. I bit my lips softly trailing my hand down his chest. 

“Okay you’ve proved your point cowboy,” I pressed my palm flat against his stomach feeling  his muscles tense beneath my finger tips as I slowly dragged my hand further down. Logan grabbed my wrist and stopped me. I whined softly and lifted my eyes to meet his. He chuckled. 

“Easy sugar, I’ll gladly let you return the favor another time. But this was about you baby. It ain’t always gotta be 50/50 sometimes I just wanna please my girl.” He pulled me closer, sliding his hand over my hip to squeeze my ass. 

“But,” I started to protest. 

“Shhh  go to sleep, it’s 2 am baby, you need rest,” He smiled and kissed my head softly pulling my thigh over his waist as I laid my head on his chest. “Good girl,” He mumbled. As he rubbed my back softly. God this man was something else. I couldn’t wait to learn everything about him. 

I woke up to the feeling of a cold wet nose against my hand. And… was that a tongue? 

“Aika” I heard Sy call and then whistle, “Come here, leave her be.” The bed shifted as the dog jumped up laying at the end of the bed as Sy walked in the room. “Don’t be difficult.” He said to her, I tried to hide my giggle as he argued with the dog. Who sneezed at him and laid her head down  resting on the bed. “I heard that,” he smirked. I smiled and sat up stretching a bit. 

“Good morning handsome,” He watched me for a moment. Eyes scanning my body as I let the blanket fall to my waist. 

“Morning trouble,” He smiled leaning in the doorway. Standing there in a pair of black sweats, still shirtless, a cup of coffee in hand. He looked so good. I looked down at the beautiful German shepard laying at the end of the bed. 

“So this is the famous Aika,” I smiled and reached out my hand for her to sniff before scratching her ears. He nodded and walked over holding out the coffee for me to take. I accepted the mug and he smiled sitting beside me on the bed. 

“Yeah, looks like she likes you too. She ran right in here after I fed her, jumped right up next to ya on the bed. Where she knows she’s not supposed to be.” He looked at her sternly. She just stared at him and laid her head on his leg. He chuckled. 

“She’s a sweet girl,” I smiled. I took a sip of coffee and sighed content. I scooted closer, cuddling into his side. He grinned and wrapped an arm around my shoulder. 

“Did you sleep well?” He asked. I nodded resting my head on his shoulder. 

“Mhmm, did you?” I asked. 

“Like a baby,” He smirked. We sat like that for a minute. While I drank my coffee and woke up. Finally after a few minutes we got out of bed and he handed me one of his T-shirts to put on. 

“I have clothes Sy,” I giggled softly. 

“I know, I like it when you wear mine.” He pulled me in by my hips and kissed my forehead. I blushed softly. I slipped on his shirt that just barely fell to the top of my thighs. Logan smirked. “Yep, I like this better.” He said as he followed me out of his bedroom.

“You’re staring at my ass aren’t you?” I laughed. 

“Hell yeah!” He chuckled. We walked out to his kitchen. Sy poured me another cup of coffee and offered to make breakfast. I offered to help but he wouldn’t let me. The second I turned to grab something out of the fridge for him he grabbed me by the waist, lifted me up, and sat me on the counter. 

“Sy!” I pouted trying to hide my giggle. 

“Sit still and let me cook for you,” He scolded before he playfully smacked my thigh. 

“Yes, sir,” I mocked, rolling my eyes. He paused letting his eyes roam again, growling low in his chest. My thighs involuntarily clenched and he smirked. Finally he turned to get the eggs out of the fridge. I don’t know what it was about him. Why do we naturally fit so well? Or Why I trust him so much. Everything about him in moments like this feels so …primal. But At the same time he’s so gentle and intelligent and ..strong. So damn strong. Whatever was starting between us. It was like. Electricity. Or Magnetic. There was some kind of pull. I could sense whenever he was close to me. And it set my senses into overdrive. 

We ate breakfast, just some simple eggs, bacon and toast. Sy let Aika back out to run around the land. She has a doggy door and just comes and goes as she pleases. That makes perfect sense for them. Very low maintenance. Both of them come around to check on each other every now and then. It’s cute honestly. 

“I think I’m gonna shower,” I said when we’d finished breakfast and finished cleaning up the kitchen. I rested my hand on his chest and looked up at him, I could see the mischief in his eyes. 

“You want company?” he smiled softly. I chuckled. 

“Are you gonna behave yourself?” I raised an eyebrow. He just laughed and shook his head. 

“You know I’m not, Sugar.” I rolled my eyes. 

“Come on cowboy,”

As desperately as I wanted him I couldn’t handle anymore after last night. He made sure of it. I turned back just in time to catch his smirk when he saw the slight limp I was walking with. Sly bastard. But, him, I would gladly take care of.

I sank to my knees in front of him in the shower. He smiled down at me brushing my hair back. “You sure about this darlin?” He lifted my chin to look him in the eyes “I don’t wanna hurt ya.”  He said brushing his thumb over my bottom lip. 

“Mmhmm, you promised I could return the favor, and you had no problem being rough with me last night,” I smirked. He growled softly and grabbed my jaw 

“I can’t promise I can control myself baby, can you handle me fucking your little throat sugar?” He had no shame. He stared right and my eyes with that cocky smirk on his face. This man drips confidence. The things I’ve done with him in the last 2 weeks I never knew I would do. But I loved it.  I reached up wrapping my hand around him pumping slowly. He groaned resting his head against the tile. I licked up his length slowly before I took him completely in my mouth I held eye contact and answered him. 

“Don’t hold back, Daddy,” Before finally wrapping my lips around him and taking him all the way to the back of my throat. I started to bob my head slowly. I watched his face and saw something hungry flash in his eyes at my words. He tangled his fingers in my hair pulling it back away from my face and holding it in a ponytail. He started to guide me on his cock moving me faster and pushing himself further down the back of my throat. He moaned cursing, feeling me gag around his head. 

“That’s a good girl. Fuck you take it so well.” He moaned. I pulled back gasping for air. And smiled. 

“That all you got? “ The shower was hitting his chest and flowing down down his abs. He looked like a God from this angle. 

“I don’t wanna hurt you,” His eyes were soft as they held my gaze I gripped his and bit my lip. 

“I trust you Logan, “ That was all it took. He was guiding me back on to his cock and holding my head still. I twirled my tongue around the head and moaned around him and he pulled my hair softy. 

“Fuckin tease. Hold still darlin, Gonna fuck that pretty face.” I hummed sending vibrations around him and tugged at my hair harder. I met his eyes again and he smiled. “That’s my good girl, you like when you I take charge don’t ya?” He moaned and started thrusting into my mouth. His cock hitting the back of my throat everytime. I knew he was enjoying this. I slid my hands up to his stomach and felt his muscles tense under my fingers. He had his eyes closed his head tilted back agaisnt the shower wall and his jaw was slack. I loved making him feel good like this. He didn’t let me take care of him often. I moaned around him he pushed me down further holding me down taking him down my throat. I tried as hard as I could to swallow around him as he held me down. I felt tears stinging around my eyes as he let up and and I pulled back to take a breath coughing hard. “Fuck are you..?”

 I didn’t let him finish his sentence before I had him back in my mouth bobbing my head teasing him with my tongue. He groaned loudly tightening his grip in my hair. “That’s it baby don’t stop.”  He was close. He held me still again thrusting into my mouth erratically. He growled gritting his teeth. “Fuck yes,” he moaned as he released in my mouth. I swallowed it all licking him clean. He shuttered and shook his head with a chuckle before extending his hand to help me back to my feet. He held me close to his while he caught his breath. 

“Was that good?” I bit my looking down at the shower floor. He lifted my chin kissing me passionately. 

“Jesus, baby you are, full of surprises,” He smiled. “Fuckin Incredible.” 

We finished our shower and got dressed for the day. But we’ren’t in a hurry to go anywhere in particular. We stayed cuddled up on his couch all afternoon. Watching some old movies. We talked a bit about nothing in particular. Getting to know each other some more. Although it felt like we already did. This felt really normal. 

“Do you wanna take Aika for a walk with me?” He asked. I think it was almost 5 or 6 o’clock now. I nodded. 

“I’d love that,” I said. He called her in and got her on a leash and we set out down the road. 

“Can I be honest with ya?” He said as we started to walk. 

“Of course you can,” I smiled. 

“This has been one of the best days I’ve had in a long time.” He said. I stopped walking for a moment. 

“But we haven’t really, done anything.” I said. He smiled and took my hand in his and lead me to keep walking with him. 

“I know, but I got to spend good quality time with the woman I care about. That’s all I need.” He squeezed my hand softly. I met his eyes again. 

“I really enjoyed this too. I’m kind of sad that you’ll have to take me home sometime soon.” I admitted. 

“No I don’t,” He stated. “I don’t have anything going on this weekend. I ain’t in no hurry to get you out of here.” 

“No?” I asked “What are you trying to say Sy?” 

“Stay the rest of the weekend with me.” He smiled pulling me closer. I squeezed his hand blushing slightly. 

“Answer something for me first,” I said. 

“Anything,” He said. 

“Are we together now? Am I your girlfriend, I know it’s kind of fast we’ve only been on one date, but the way we’ve been talking. It just seemed like that’s what you’ve been trying to say and..” 

He kissed me softly on the lips. 

“Sugar, I thought I ….Maybe I wasn’t completely clear.” He chuckled. “I want you as long as you’ll have me baby. You’re mine. I wanna take you everywhere with me. Stay with me this weekend?” I smiled and nodded. 

“Yeah, I will” I smiled. He kissed me again and we continued our walk. Back at the house we settled in on the couch again. Cuddled up for another movie. “How are we gonna do this at work, Keep our hands to ourselves, behave?” I chuckled. 

“It’s not like people aren’t expecting it.” He laughed.  I raised an eyebrow. 

“Am I really the only one that didn’t know how you felt all this time?” I asked. 

“I mean… The boys know baby…” He chuckled. I groaned. 

“I’m sorry baby.” I blushed realizing what I said. 

“I’m not, I got you now. I’m not complaining.” We finished our movie and I stretched yawning.  “Tired?”  I nodded. “Come on sweet pea. Lets go to bed.”

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[planetpedri]

The story of us — Lamine Yamal.

Pairing: Lamine Yamal x Flick!Reader

Summary: When you and Lamine first met, it was because of a simple mistake. It was sweet and cute, and now you were faced with the task of telling your father about your relationship, or, well, convincing Lamine to agree to it.

Word count: 1.6k+

Disclaimer/s: Outfit read is wearing is in the first pic! Fluff , reader is Hansi Flick’s daughter , teasing , banter , ect.

A/N: Hi! So i’m unfortunately obsessed with the coaches daughter trope. This is ESPECIALLY dedicated to 2/3 @halfwayhearted and 1/3 dedicated to @sakashq . I love you both. Sorry that I gave you towards the end..

When your dad said dress formally… he wasn’t very specific. A dozen dresses and skirts laid out on your bed, each one a different level ranging from casual to fancy. Exhaling a long, annoyed breath, you tap your foot against the wooden floorboard.

Your door clicking open had you groaning. “Dad—“

“This is not.. the bathroom.” A boy’s voice says slowly. Whipping around you are met with a tall, dark, and.. oh lord he was cute.

Your eyebrow lifts teasingly. “Really? What was your first clue?” She recognized him—Lamine. You had known the names of every single Barcelona player, your father made sure of that.

The boy laughs lightly, his head dipping down as a light blush spreads across his cheeks. “Funny.. So—” He trails off, his eyes trailing over the clothes spread across your bed.

“Hold on! I’ll give you directions to the bathroom, but first,“ You step aside, “help me pick? I’m having a bit of trouble choosing.”

Lamine meets your eyes, silently asking for permission to take a closer look. You give him a short nod, your lip curling slightly. He takes a few steps forward, standing at your side and thinks for a moment, taking a few glances at you. “You’re wearing silver jewelry?”

You hum, “yup!”

“Then, the pink top with the white skirt.” He nods to himself. as if to assure himself of the choice.

“Perfect.” You clap your hands together. Grabbing the set, you turn towards him. “Bathroom is literally two doors back, on the left side.”

Lamine laughs, “I overshot?”

“Yes, Lamine, you did.”

His name leaving your lips not only had a weird feeling growing in his stomach, it also had his eyebrows pulling together. “You know my name?”

Your eyes move from side to side, “uh… yeah? My dad is about to be your coach, is he not?”

Lamine stumbles over his words, “well—I—okay. True. He never told us your name, though.” He cocks his head to the side with a grin.

You tell him your name and he tests it out on his tongue, hating the way he loved how it rolled off so easily. “That’s a cool name.” Lamine internally slaps himself. Cool? Seriously?

You clasp a hand over your mouth, hiding the smile that almost accompanied a laugh at the painful look that crossed his face. Removing your hand, you nudge your head to the door. “Bathroom?”

His eyes widen, “uh, yep! Yeah, thank you! Again.”

“You didn’t thank me the first time.”

“Right.”

Lamine gives you two thumbs up, his nervous smile falling instantly. A small giggle bubbles in your throat and he takes that as his cue to leave, fast.

When you finish dressing, you slip on your small heels and exit your bedroom. The dining room was packed full of people when you arrived, taking you a bit by surprise. While you searched the room for your parents, your sisters hadn’t come, too busy with their lives and leaving you all alone—you stumble into the back of someone.

“Oh shit—“ You hiss, “i’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay,” the mans voice was familiar, as if you heard it only ten minutes ago.

Great.

“Wow! Humiliating ourselves in front of each other twice in ten minutes, good for us.” You pat his shoulder, eyes drifting to the people beside him who were observing the two of you curiously.

Héctor Fort, Alejandro Balde, and Pau Cubarsí. Wow! You just humiliated yourself in front of so many people. Great going.

“Uh, this is Flick’s daughter.” Lamine explains, “long story. Don’t ask.” He adds when he received more questioning looks.

You give them a short wave, introducing yourself. They do the same, although you didn’t need them to. “It was nice to meet you all, but I better go find my dad!”

Scurrying off, you approach your dad. “I just absolutely embarrassed myself in front of so many people. Remind me again just why I had to attend?”

Hansi looks down in your direction, “we already talked about this. I’m sure it wasn’t that bad—where is your mother?”

Huffing, you nod your head in her direction. “Talking to one of the wives.”

“Perfect, now.. go converse.” He waves you in a random direction, “just have fun. Okay?”

“Fun?” You grumble as he places a kiss to the top of your head.

“Fun.” He nods, walking off to find his wife.

When the dinner was finally over and you’d exhausted yourself with bare minimum conversations, you make your way toward the balcony that overlooked your back lawn. The cool night air brushed against your shoulders.

Letting out a long breath, your eyes flutter shut. The moment of peace you’d been wanting all night had finally arrived.

Or not.

“May I join you?”

Opening your eyes, you turn your head to look at Lamine. “Sure, why not.” You say quietly.

Lamine stands beside you, not speaking thankfully—not that you would’ve minded, but it was nice to have some quiet time.

Minutes pass before either of you speak. You initiate it, not looking at him, “so.. thoughts?”

“On what?”

“I dunno, the house, my dad.. anything, I guess.” You shrug, twirling around so your back was leaning against the railing.

Lamine rests his hip against it, giving you an amused smile. “Your house is, well, fancy. And your dad is scary, but funny.” He answers truthfully.

You snicker, finding it funny how everyone who met your dad thought he was scary. Hansi—your father, was quite the opposite. Maybe it was just because you were his daughter, but your dad did have quite the humor when he wanted to.

“My dad is the least scary person in the world. If he was, you wouldn’t be out here alone with me. He would’ve been right behind you.” You nod toward the balcony door. “I promise he’s a chill guy.”

“You’re only saying that because he’s your dad.” Lamine counters. He believed you, but he couldn’t help but doubt it when he saw the mans resting face.

Your name being shouted interrupts your conversation. You glance in the voices direction, seeing your mother’s head pop out of the door. “Your father’s about to make his.. speech.” She looks toward Lamine, eyebrow raising. “You’ll be needed too, Lamine.”

“We’ll be in soon!” You call back, silently begging for her to leave. She does, giving you a knowing look that you scowl at.

“Okay, we should probably go.” You say slowly, taking a few steps away from the railing, “but, hey—“

Lamine pauses mid step, glancing at you. “Yeah?”

“Could I get your number?” Your face grows a bright red, “that was far too direct. I just.. well you seem cool.”

The boy laughs, “yeah, of course. Here.” He reaches for his phone in his back pocket and hands it to you, allowing you to type your number in and save your contact.

“Text me sometime, i’m pretty much always available. New country and all..” You continue walking to the door, Lamine close in tow.

Months had passed, five long months. Lamine had texted you the day after he got your number and you had never stopped talking. You started hanging out regularly, which eventually progressed into his asking you out.

You’d been dating for a few weeks, and in those weeks you’d tried to convince Lamine that it would be okay to tell your dad, that he wouldn’t mind, but he had his doubts.

Sitting on the couch at Lamine’s parent’s house, one of the few places you could be together without the eyes of the public on you. Your head rested on his shoulder with his arm wrapped around you.

“Lamine.” You rub your temples, “he literally adores you! If I’m being honest, he probably likes you more than me. So please, I hate hiding this from him.”

Contemplating for a moment, he finally lets pit a sigh of defeat. “Okay! Okay. Fine, but if he sells me to a different club, it’s your fault.”

Laughing, you tilt your head up. “You’re my dad’s little starboy, he’s not selling you to anyone.” You tease, your lips pulling into a smirk.

Rolling his eyes at you, Lamine tips his head closer, lips inches from yours. “You are so annoying.” He grumbles, pecking your lips sweetly.

“Yeah, well, you love that about me.” You greet his lips in a small kiss, only pulling away to grab your phone. “Diner at parents tonight?”

“Tonight?” Lamine’s eyes widen. “Hell no.”

“Hell, yes! Actually.” You laugh, “dress nicely.”

You forced Lamine through the front door, your hand gripping his tightly. “Get in! You’re acting like you can’t walk.”

“Yeah, well, i’m sort of paralyzed in fear. No thanks to you.” He hisses, scowling when he sees the entertained look on your face.

“Is that you, Engel? [angel]” Your dads voice calls out from the living room.

“Yeah!” You yell back, turning to lamine to whisper, “I may have forgotten to mention you were my boyfriend.”

Lamine has no time to react when your dad walks out of the living room entrance to greet you. A sweat breaks out on the boys forehead when his coaches eyes land on him.

“Lamine? What are you doing here…” He stops speaking slowly, eyes flickering to you with something a little less than surprise, but something near it. “Huh.” He nods. “Well, dinners almost ready. You can go to the dining room.”

Mild reaction, expected reaction.

“Perfect! I’m starving.” You squeeze Lamine’s hand and pull him toward the kitchen, trying not to comment on the absolute fear written across his face.

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[bbymunsonx]

The Last Time (Ted's Version)

Chapter Two

chapter warnings: language, implied sexual content

word count: 1.3k

Rebecca Welton: Good Evening, Ted. I do hope you've had a safe flight. I have sent over one of my drivers to meet you at the terminal. He will drive you to your flats. The three of you will receive three envelops with keys to your respective flats. We will see you lot tomorrow bright and early. 

Ted Lasso: Thank you, boss! Sweet dreams. 

***

As we got off of the plane, the atmosphere immediately felt different. This felt like the perfect place for a fresh start. The air felt clearer, the people seemed nicer, and even better, no one here knew me. Not yet. 

As the three of us were walking through the airport, there was a gentleman standing there with a sign that read "Lasso et al" 

"Do ya'll think that's for us or do you guys think there's another Lasso around here somewhere?" Ted giggled. 

"If there's another Lasso around here, God help us all," I joked back. 

"Hiya, Sir. Were you sent by a Ms. Rebecca Walton?" Ted asked the man.

"The one and only. My name is Ollie, I'm going to take you to your flats." Ollie reached out his hand and made sure to shake all of our hands. 

Getting into the car was an absolute nightmare. It completely slipped my mind that everything was backwards. Coach Beard sat in the front seat with Ollie while Ted sat with me in the back. Ted kept trying to make polite small talk with Ollie but all I could focus on was the scenery of England. Being born and raised in Wichita, I didn't really get to see the world. But England was beautiful. 

After a twenty minute drive and Ted getting to know every nitty gritty detail of Ollie's life, we finally arrived to our flats. Ollie had to drop us off a little further away from the flats, since the flats were tucked away in a little side street. 

"Jesus Christ, this looks just like a Hallmark Christmas movie," my jaw was hanging open. The little side street was filled with shops and restaurants. There was even a pub that was filled to the brim called Crown and Anchor. 

Ollie gave the three of us envelops with our names on it. 

Lacy Waston

11B

Our flat keys had come with two sets of keys. One to an outer door and another to our actual flat door. The three of us strolled down the beautiful street until we found the door that said 11. 

"Alrighty, let's take a look at what we've got going on in here." Ted took his key out and opened the door. Inside was a perfectly sized foyer with three doors. A door to the left, Ted's flat. A door to the right, Beard's flat. And a door straight ahead, which was my flat. 

"Goodnight, guys," Coach Beard was already inside of his flat with his door slammed shut. A giggle escaped me. That man is always sleeping. 

"Do you wanna come inside for a minute?" Ted offered. 

"Wow, Ted. I would ask you to buy me a drink first but I guess I'll make a one time exception." I felt my cheeks get hot. Shit. Why am I flirting with him? 

"Actually, two time." Ted corrected. "If my memory serves correctly, you slept in my bed last night."

"Alright, Coach Lasso, let's not get too cocky." I smiled. Butterflies pooled in my stomach as I heard his breath hitch when I called him 'Coach Lasso'.  

The two of us desperately need to get some sleep, I thought. 

Ted opened his flat and motioned for me to go in before him. These flats were beautifully decorated. 

Ted and I walked into the kitchen, where he put his backpack down and immediately went searching in it. 

"Where'd ya go?" He mumbled to himself before screaming, "AH HA!" 

"You've got to be kidding me." I scoffed as Ted pulled out a jar of peanut butter from the depths of his backpack and immediately took the lid off and placed it on the counter. 

"Now it's home." He smiled. 

"Well on that note, I'm gonna go take a look at my place. I was thinking about maybe checking out that pub that's down the street. You wanna come?" Please say yes. Please say yes. 

"That's alright. I'm gonna call my boy and then probably go to bed. But you have a goodnight, Lacy Loo. Big day tomorrow." He flopped himself down on the couch and got his phone out to call his son. 

"Goodnight, Teddy." Teddy? Lacy Loo? Where the fuck did that come from?

I let myself out of his flat before opening the door of my own flat. My eyebrows raised as I was staring at the flight of steps that were before me. God, I love being upstairs. 

Other than the flight of stairs, my flat looked almost identical to Ted's. Maybe just a little cuter because it's mine. As I placed my backpack on the counter, a singular tear escaped my eye. Maybe everything will end up being okay. 

***

All I want to do is go to sleep, given I have a very important day ahead of me tomorrow, but the last thing my body will allow me to do is sleep. 

After freshening up a bit, I decided to head down to the bar. After stopping in the foyer for a minute, I could hear Ted's deep accent through the door, most likely talking to his wife. After a deep exhale, I left and headed down the street. 

Fairy lights littered the streets as people were walking back and forth. Even though it was late at night, there were still people walking the streets, conversing and having a good time. This area made me feel safe in a way Wichita never did. 

I opened the door to the bar and stepped in. It seemed like most of the people had left for the evening, but there were still about fifteen to twenty people in there. There were three men sitting at the bar with their eyes glued to me as soon as I entered the door. There was another man sitting at the other end of the bar with his hood up, quietly having a drink. I'd rather sit next to the loner than the guys that wouldn't take their eyes off of me. 

I sat a seat away from the loner, not trying to intrude. An older woman came up to me and asked me what I'd like to drink. "I'll just have a Guinness, please."

"Oh wow. Not from around here, eh?" the woman responded which made me chuckle. 

"That obvious, huh?  I'm here for work." 

"Well, it's nice to meet you. I'm Mae." She reached her hand out across the bar, which I then shook. 

"Lacy." 

"Welcome to London, Lacy. That Guinness will be right up." Mae smiled. 

"Put that on my tab, will ya, Mae?" The loner said to Mae which made me head whip around to look at him. Whoever he was, he had a really thick accent. One that was more unique compared to Ollie and Mae. 

"As you wish," Mae winked. 

"You don't have to do that." I insisted. 

"Nah, it's alright. I'm hoping if I keep buying ya drinks that I'll get lucky." He smirked. What a prick...

"I don't even know you." I scoffed. 

"I'm Jamie. Now you know me." 

That night I got to know Jamie all too well. He bought me a few drinks, and unfortunately I just proved his point. He did get lucky. It was my first night in a new country and I wanted to be messy, sue me. 

It all backfired when I discovered that he was the star player of the team I was working for... and he had a girlfriend. 

Fuck. 

authors note: hmmmm chapter 2 and the main character already slept with Jamie lol oops but now we get to see jealous ted yummy. also! I just wanna put out there that not everything is gonna be completely accurate. especially the whole set up with the flats. I just wanted to make that my own and have fun with it. xo 

[maxineholtzmann]

what's all this talk about love? - now complete on ao3!

Rating: Mature

Relationship: Chrissy Cunningham/Nancy Wheeler

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - No Upside Down (Stranger Things), Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Alternate Universe - Runaway Bride,This is very loosely based on Runaway Bride, Lesbian Nancy Wheeler, Gay Eddie Munson, Past Chrissy Cunningham/Eddie Munson, Past Jason Carver/Chrissy Cunningham, Past Chrissy Cunningham/Gareth, Platonic Soulmates Chrissy Cunningham & Eddie Munson, Mechanic!Chrissy, mechanic!Eddie, journalist!nancy, Priest!Gareth, Asshole Jason Carver, Technically there is Chrissy/Steve, But they're both comphet-ing super duper hard the whole time, Eventual Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Discussions of and allusions to domestic violence, high school football coach!steve

Word Count: 19,345

Chapters: 3/3

written as a birthday gift (finished deeply belated) for @hexiewrites!

Chapter One Snippet:

Nancy handed over the can of hairspray, extending her other hand. “Nancy Wheeler,” she said as the other woman accepted her extended hand, shaking it.

“Chrissy Cunningham,” she said, smiling wide. “What brings you to Hawkins, Nancy Wheeler?”

No way. Absolutely no way was this tiny peppy sprite of a woman the calculating serial heartbreaker Jason Carver made her out to be. She barely looks like she could kill a mosquito let alone leave three men at the altar!

Nancy cleared her throat. “Actually, you do.”

Chrissy withdrew her hand, backing up. “What do you mean?”

“I’m a journalist from Chicago–” Nancy started.

“ –you met Jason didn’t you? God, why can’t he just leave me alone?” Chrissy looked up at the ceiling, visibly tensing.

“I’d really like to sit down with you and get your side of the story if you have time this weekend–”

“Absolutely not. My life is not some salacious story for whatever cut rate tabloid you work for, Wheeler,” Chrissy said coldly, fury overtaking her expression. “‘ My side of the story?’ You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.”

read the rest on ao3

[the-purest-wolf]

Rękawiczki - Lionel Messi & Scaloni - [Football RPF]

Dlaczego nie wziął rękawiczek? - pomyślał patrząc z wyrzutem na swoje gołe dłonie. Oczyma wyobraźni widział jak czarna, bawełniana para leży sobie na półce przy wyjściu z jego mieszkania.

Trening rozgrzał go, jednak Leo nie czuł już dłoni. Palce skostniały mu zalewając się szkarłatem z zimna. Spojrzał z utęsknieniem na odziane dłonie przyjaciół postanawiając wznowić bieg.

- Lionel!

Zmieszany odwrócił się krzyżując wzrok ze zmierzającym w jego stronę trenerem.

Naburmuszony Scaloni ubrany jak zwykle w czarny dres adidasa zdjął rękawiczkę.

- Włóż dłoń - zarządził trener czekając, aż Leo zastosuje się do polecenia.

- Ale...

Rękawiczka wyglądała na miękką i ciepłą, a Leo chciał się rozgrzać. Wzdrygnął się myśląc o dłoniach trenera, które niechybnie zmarzną wystawione na niską temperaturę. To złe, nie powinien kraść Scaloni'emu rękawiczek.

Wiatr zawył przeszywając dłonie Leo na wskroś, opuszki były zaczerwienione i zesztywniałe, miał wrażenie jakby palce chciały mu zaraz odpaść.

- Nie możesz odmrażać rąk chłopcze - żachnął się trener marszcząc brwi w akcie niezadowolenia wkładając Messiemu rękawiczki za spodenki.

Scaloni schwycił dłoń Leo między swoje chcąc na powrót przywrócić im trochę ciepła. Poczuł mrowienie w odmarzających palcach. Brunet zaskomlał cicho patrząc na przebiegających obok przyjaciół.

- Mam już prawie trzydzieści lat - sapnął rumieniąc się, gdy Scaloni chwycił, także jego drugą dłoń pocierając ją między swoimi szorstkimi, lecz ciepłymi palcami.

- I też możesz nabawić się zwyrodnień lub reumatyzmu tak jak reszta zespołu. - Leo zagryzł wargę patrząc w milczeniu jak trener w skupieniu sprawdza po kolei ruchomość każdego z zesztywniałych palców bruneta. Czuł jak powoli wraca mu krążenie. - Dlatego załóż rękawiczki albo sam Ci je naciągnę - zagroził Scaloni puszczając ręce zawodnika.

- Tak jest! - odpowiada Leo odbiegając od trenera w stronę drużyny. Ciemne oczy byłego obrońcy Argentyny śledzą bruneta, który sprawdza ruchomość swoich dłoni, gdy sięga po rekawiczki Scaloni'ego. Leo wkłada zmarznięte ręce w miękki materiał delektując się ciepłem ugrzanej bawełny.

Brunet wciąż czuje widmo szorstkich palców trenera na dłoniach, dzięki, którym na nowo odzyskał czucie w opuszkach. W końcu może skupić się na grze.

To naprawdę świetny trener - myśli włączając się do, gry pod czujnym spojrzeniem ciemnych tęczówek Scaloni'ego, który zaplata ręce na klatce piersiowej, wkładając powoli marznące dłonie pod pachy.

W końcu czego nie robi się dla podopiecznych - myśli trener śledząc biało-błękitne koszulki.

I love this guy! Scaloni is such a cool guy. And they've known Messi for so many years. Scaloni and Messi played each other for the Argentina national team from 2005 to 2006, and in 2018 he became Leo's coach.

It's so cool!

[sugarcube-stillabookworm]

hardcore football fans (as in: average Dude type) should read and write a lot more fanfiction methinks. great to play out your absolutely correct opinions on How Things Should Have Gone Actually and nice way to process Big Emotions. they seem to have a lot of those

[buckychristwrites]

About You | Epilogue | j.t.

Summary: Your job? Pop culture journalist for The Independent. Your assignment? To write a profile on the cocky footballer that you're publicly feuding with.

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: Cussing. Enemies to lovers

A/N: That's a wrap! Thank you so much for supporting my fanfic for Jamie. I was so nervous to write for him and now i don't wanna stop! Sorry for double posting, i finished this rather quickly. Enjoy!!!

Masterlist | About You Masterlist | Main Blog

6 months later

If he had to pick one, Jamie’s least favourite room at Nelson Road Stadium was the press room. Every time he was in there, surrounded by people who were asking him invasive questions, he felt like a little boy again, getting yelled at for something small he had done. The lights were also incredibly bright, and under certain circumstances, very hot. He had been asked to do the press room today because of how well Richmond had been doing, and, in particular, how well he had been playing. 

In the hall outside of the press room, he paced up and down with his eyes trained on the grey flooring. The game had been a long one, the win narrow, and all he wanted to do was go home for dinner and a cuddle before curling up in bed. 

A ding ding came from the phone inside his pocket. The smile broke through his mouth before he even had a chance to pull it out. He knew who it was from.

Hurry up so we can go home! x

A deep exhale passed his lips. 

“You want me to go in with ya?” Roy asked as he was walking by. Jamie shook his head, finding his confidence again.

“I got it,” He assured his coach, who only nodded in response. 

The cameras started going off as soon as he walked through the door. In the corner stood Rebecca and Keeley, who made it a habit to watch the press conferences. Sure, it was nice to have them there. But they weren’t what was placating him. His phone, illuminated with the text thread he hadn’t closed out of, was still tight in his hand as he took a seat. 

“Yeah, alright,” He mumbled into the microphone, looking around at the sea of unfamiliar faces. “Go ahead with your questions.” 

The room erupted into a chorus of people shouting his name, trying to get his attention. Immediately, he felt overwhelmed, but he tried to push it down as best as he could. He haphazardly pointed at someone in the front. The man stood, introducing himself. Jamie was, in all honesty, only half listening up until the question.

“Richmond had quite the comeback this year and is one of the top teams in the league. What do you think changed?” 

Jamie considered this. Or at least made it look like he was. “Nothin’ changed, really. We just took what Coach Lasso taught us, and continued to get better.” Another journalist, a woman, stood and interrupted.

“But you started to play better without Lasso, do you think there’s a correlation there?” Jamie’s eyebrows went up.

“I think there’s a correlation between me callin’ on someone and them gettin’ their question answered,” He replied, turning away from her instantly. She slowly sunk in her seat as the rest of the room began raising their hands again. He looked at his watch quickly before looking back up at them. “You, go on.” Another lady, with bleach blonde hair, stood this time. 

“Do you care to comment on the rumours of you moving in with your journalist girlfriend?” She asked him, tacking your name in at the end to clarify, as if he had several journalist girlfriends to differentiate from.

“You mean the very same rumours I’ve never commented on before today?” He asked her. “Sure.” Rolling his eyes, he turned to the other journalists. From the corner of his eye, he could see Rebecca throw her head back to stare at the ceiling in complete despair. He wasn’t concerned, though. “You, in the back.” 

Raising off the wooden bench was you, sporting your Tartt cap and notepad in hand. He could feel his posture straighten at the sight of you. He hadn’t even picked you on purpose. You introduced yourself to the room, receiving several shocked looks as they slowly came to realise who you were. The bleach blonde woman in the front turned as red as a tomato as she instantly fell back into her seat.

“The Guardian,” You added in your most professional voice. You cleared your throat. “Mr. Tartt, your fans are dying to know. What TV shows are you watching these days?” He was completely incapable of suppressing the smile on his face.

God, he thought to himself. When did I get so fuckin’ lucky?

“Been watchin’ a lot of Peaky Blinders, if I’m honest,” He admitted. The journalists all stared at him, astonished that of all of the questions he decided to answer without being a prick, it was this one. “A little bit of the American show called New Girl, but that one is against me will, mostly.” You scribbled on the notepad furiously, as if you were taking very serious notes.

“Would your girlfriend agree with that assessment?” In a turn of events, the crowd laughed at this one.

Jamie looked up at the ceiling, still smiling, as he shook his head.

“No,” He admitted. “She’d say I’m a dirty liar, who loves the show more than she does.” 

“Mhmm,” You hummed as you continued to write some more. “Just one more follow up. Care to elaborate on the moving-in rumours?” A beat passed. “For the Guardian.” He gave her a look, one that said that she would pay for this later. His heart picked up in pace. 

The rumours were always just rumours, the press rarely being correct on where he was at in his relationship. But this was different, as the conversation had been one the two of you had been somehow having, while also not really having. You basically had been living at his house for we over a month at this point, only going to your apartment for laundry and things you needed. He kept cracking jokes about how you needed to just move in already, but it seemed that you had been taking them as just jokes and not actual invitations, which had been starting to bother him. He wanted you there, with him, all the time, forever. All that was coming between that was the stupid flat of yours.

After a moment, he shrugged. “I’d love her to,” He said. “If she wants, of course.”

This time, you didn’t pretend to write anything down, instead just staring at him in disbelief. The eyes in the room were going back and forth between the two of you, no one saying a word, and Jamie took this as an opportunity.

“Well, that’s that, ain’t it?” He said, slapping his hands against the arm rests before standing up and walking out. The press tried to stop him as they yelled questions at him while he crossed over to the door. But you did the smart thing, which was slip out the back door to follow him. 

When you caught up, you threw your arms around the back of his neck, jumping and bringing your legs up to his sides. He didn’t even question it as he brought his arms up to hold your thighs, planting a kiss to your cheek in the process. He made carrying you seem so easy. It was as if you were a feather to him.

“So,” You said with a teasing tone. “I heard in the press that I’m moving in.” He jumped up slightly, a squeal forcibly leaving your mouth. He looked at you out of the corner of his eye.

“Yes,” He said. “You’re movin’ in. Officially.”

He kicked the door open to the changing room, where the rest of the team were gathered. They all waved and greeted the two of you excitedly, not at all fazed by your presence. They’d had a lot of time to get used to it prior to you and Jamie beginning your relationship.

“Lads,” Jamie announced, letting you slide back down to the floor before throwing an arm around your shoulders. “We’re movin’ in together.” They all stared blankly at the pair of you, a few looks exchanged.

“We thought you already had,” Isaac said. 

“I still have a flat with all of my things in it,” You told him. That was met with a lot of Oh’s and agreeable sounds, as if what you said made sense.

“The point is,” Jamie continued. “We’ll need help gettin’ her stuff to me place.” They all began talking over each other excitedly.

“We would be honoured to help you.”

“I can bring pizza!”

“I’ve got a trunk. That would certainly help, I’d think.”

As they all came together to make these plans, you watched, feeling like you were going to cry. Your life had changed so dramatically in the last 6 months, and it was all because of the one work assignment you were given out of spite. Now you have a new job. New relationship. New family. Jamie squeezed your shoulder, pulling you closer to him.

“Hey,” He mumbled to you, nudging the side of your head with his nose and forehead.

“Hmmm?” You hummed in response, looking up at him. He kissed the tip of your nose before pecking your lips.

“I love ya.” 

You smiled.

“I love you too.”

[maybege]

okay so kind of new idea bunny (not sure if that is an actual expression but it took me back to fanfic in 2012 and i love that)

so the footballer!paz au? Boba is a former football player in that au and recently announced as head coach to that team. and reader is freshly dating another player (dreks, obv) who decides to take her with him to like a tour of games on the other side of the country

not even a week into the trip and the tabloids are full with a sex tape of dreks and a woman that is NOT reader and reader is stuck with a cheating boyfriend and his whole ass team on the other sid eof the country

cue the heartbreak and insomnia as you try to avoid sleeping in the same room now that dreks just openly flaunts his asshole-ry. and on your sleepless walks along hotel hallways, poolsides and beaches, you meet boba. boba who seems like the first person not to mince his words around you since the whole scandal. boba who is strong and grumpy and invites you for a sleep mocktail at the hotel bar. boba who chuckles when you blurt out that it has been so long since you slept maybe you just need someone to physically tire you out.

boba who jokes that he could fuck you asleep, no problem ("an advanatge of dating someone with good stamina, i suppose") but you look at him like it is no joke at all and not even thirty minutes later the old man has you bouncing on his cock until you are crying from all the orgasms and you blissfully fall asleep against his chest 😌 and since that method is the only thing that has worked so far - let's just say you two come to an agreement for the remainder of the season

[bluedalahorse]

posting fic snippets out of a desperate need to feel something (that isn’t stress)

There are more real things to be stressed about, and then there are also things to be personally stressed about, like the camping trip I will be away chaperoning from Wednesday to Friday. I do not particularly love to be away from home or disruptions to my routine.

I had hoped to finish the fanfic I was working on before I left, because then I could just avoid my email inbox and my AO3 account and not constantly refresh to see if anyone decided to read my fic. But! That did not happen. It probably won’t happen because I still have the last scene to finish and those always take me too long.

I still want to share a little bit of fic though, so I think I’ll post some of the raw unedited text from today’s work. Nothing wrong with that, right?

Anyway have some post-university pre-second-chance-saraugust, I guess.

Usually driving home—or in this case, driving back to the temporary apartment she’s renting this week—is a way for Sara to decompress after long days on set. She can put on music or an audiobook, or call Simon and Felice. Sara wants nothing more than to recap the last ten hours to one of them, just so they can reassure her she isn’t overreacting. But Simon and Wilhelm are catching up with Rosh and Ayub over pizza and boardgames, and tonight is one of the nights Felice works late in her food truck.

Mamma? Things are better with Mamma lately, but she’d still tell Sara to not read too much into the directors’ and writers’ decisions. Pappa might understand better, if he’s sober, but Sara doesn’t want to reach out unless she’s certain he is.

What is she thinking? It’s not like she can go too far into the behind-the-scenes details of Age of Liberty, anyway, since the production team made her sign an NDA, and that means no venting.

When Sara returns to her temporary rental, the kitchen lights are too bright. They’re the same lights as yesterday, so she must be overstimulated. She flicks them off and on a few times trying to decide if she can stand them, before she finally lets the square yellow light of the microwave faintly illuminate the room instead. Then, Sara scrolls through her phone as the starchy, comforting smell of pasta fills the air.

Instagram provides the usual array of photographic distractions: the girls’ football team Rosh coaches, the award-winning hibiscus cake from Felice’s dessert menu, the too many ads for hair care products and earplugs and soft clothing and tropey novels. That’s mixed in with occasional news articles about climate change, as well as infographics from other neurodivergent influencers with bullet points about masking or proprioception or social scripts. Sara lets the images blur before her eyes and the letters in usernames turn into meaningless shapes, until a familiar expression—one that habitually holds back grief—causes her thumb to finally stop swiping.

It’s the official instagram of the Crown Prince of Sweden. August’s most recent post shows him working at a desk, head bowed over a neat stack of papers. He’s gripping a pen and wearing glasses, but he isn’t writing on the paper. The glasses are new and make him look serious. To his left is a tablet-sharped therapy light. That’s even newer, and it washes August’s face in a muted silver glow. Sara wonders if anyone will recognize the light’s true purpose.

Then she reads the caption: As the hours of daylight grow shorter, many Swedes show increased symptoms of depression. Don’t forget to spend time outdoors, and reach out to your medical provider if you are experiencing persistent low moods or feelings of hopelessness. Take care.

The microwave beeps as Sara reaches the last two words of the post. She puts her phone away as she extracts her pasta and sits down at the table to eat. After an initial few bites, her mind fills up with questions. Is the post meant to be a simple public health message? Or is there a more personal meaning behind it?

She shouldn’t be ruminating this much when August is her ex, and for good reasons, but after a long day—one where Sara’s surroundings had her thinking about August anyway—can she really help it?

After Sara moves her empty pasta bowl to the sink, she returns to her phone. The photo has disappeared from her feed when she opens the app again, which doesn’t surprise her. When Sara navigates over to the Crown Prince’s official account, however, the photo isn’t there either.

Someone had it deleted. Probably some social media manager who works for the royal court.

The palace loves it when you promote sympathetic causes, Wilhelm once told Sara. As long as the sympathetic cause you promote has no connection to you whatsoever.

[calx-bdo]

"FROM THE START!"

SAE ITOSHI X READER !

GENDER NEUTRAL!

warnings : sae being a cutie patootie

From the day Sae arrived in Spain, it was not going well. He had just met up with his competitors in the Royal Madrid club and he had felt absolutely, utterly defeated. There was no way he was going to become the world's best striker. It was out of reach, for a nobody like him.

Not even in academics can Sae outshine them. Although it was obvious that he clearly wanted to at least try to best them in something, not even trigonometry was on his side. In many ways, Sae had already given up on his dreams.

Merely a month has passed and Sae still has not found any sort of joy since coming to Spain. Everyday, even after merciless professors unleashing questions that required at least 18 scholars and 23 trained council leaders at the Agora from Ancient Athens to decipher (his classmates solved it in approximately 0.394 seconds), he also had to face brutal training sessions from his dog-like coach, barking orders at him day after day, week after week. This torture sessions continued on for weeks on end, until Sae could not take it anymore. He just really wanted a break, and just really wanted to see Rin again. Sae shut the door to his apartment, and really, REALLY wish he did not break down in his paper-thin dorm walls. That all went down the drain when he turned his phone on and saw Rin, 5 year old Rin, smiling back at him. Soon, one tears turned to two, two turned to three, and three turned to many. Itoshi Sae, Japan's child prodigy, the treasure of Japanese Football, was having a mental breakdown in his dorm room in Spain.

Who would be the knight in shining armor to save his day?

...You, of course. This wouldn't be a Sae x reader fanfic if it weren't you.

Kind-hearted you living next door overheard his sobbing and got worried. Who would be crying at 6.50 pm in the night? You were tired from studying about the law from the Roman Empire anyways, and thought you deserved a break from the mind boggling questions posed to you. (Seriously, who asks people to find the cause of the downfall of Rome? As a LAW STUDENT?)

So, you did only what your tired mind could think of. Bake some cookies for your neighbour. Do you have all the ingredients? Yes, since you bought them on a whim, albeit losing the motivation to bake immediately. You got up from your chair and decided to head to your kitchen. (LET HIM COOK 🔥🔥🔥)

Although the cupcakes were baked on a whim, you can't deny that the sweet strawberry scent was in fact, quite convincing that this cupcake was most definitely one of the best things you've baked in a while (being a law student doesn't really allow for leisure activities..), and it did help get your mind off the excruciatingly painful essay questions anyways. Now, all you have to do it just pass it to him. Easy, right?

The doorbell rang once. Twice. Thrice, and you hear heavy footsteps trudging to the door. You took a deep breath as you hear the door handle turn, and tired eyes glanced at the cupcakes in your hand before turning towards you. All you could do was give an awkward smile to the eyes, covered by the bangs and looking absolutely demolished. "Um, You...sounded like you weren't having the best of days. You, um, do you want a cupcake?" A deafening silence fills the room. "Okay. Thanks." Sae gives a small smile. An approval.

You and Sae's "neighbourliness" got closer and closer, until Sae and you actually were considered best friends. Best friends that attended everything together, from Sae's soccer matches to your court proceedings, and even Sae following you to every frat house party (in the breaks given, of course.) to ensure that nobody dares to even come one inch closer to you when you're intoxicated.

It was actuallg at this particular party when you realised your true feelings for Sae. And that's when you're sober, so you REALLY know it's real. The realisation hits you when you come back from the toilet to see Sae pushing someone away approaching your drink with a ... something in hand. They were then engaged in an argument, and then, Sae just...slapped him. It was like everything happened in a flash, but the constant increase in your heartbeats sing a different song. Sae eventually was so done with the guy he went upstairs, dragged your arm and found a quiet place to sit at to calm down.

"...fucker. What a bitch. Can't believe he would even think I would let him touch that." Sae kept grumbling and mumbling about it, but your mind was only focus on how his long lashes fluttered when he batted his eyelids, or how he crumples his cup in rage when bitching about that guy.

For you. For you, for you, for you, for you, for you-

Thoughts were swarming your head right now, and Sae, seeing the distressed look on your face, got worried for you.

"You kay?" Sae's worried voice asked.

"Y-yeah, thanks." You meekly reply.

The music from the party slowly drowns out. The Spotify playlist that Sae made (for you too, by the way) was all you could hear beside the blood rush in your ears.

"Mmn, this song is good." Sae commented.

Have to get this off my chest, I'm telling you today..

"Sae, can I tell you something?" You raised up.

"Hm? What's up?" Sae questioned, his eyebrows raising.

That when I talk to you, oh, Cupid walks right through, and shoots an arrow through my heart..!

"Promise, PROMISE, you won't laugh?" You had to make sure. It's gonna be very extremely embarrassing if he does.

"What's got ya so worked up? I won't, I promise!" Sae ruffed up your hair adoringly.

And I sound like a loon, but don't you feel it too?

"Well, I-" You hesitated. Will he reciprocate your feelings? What if he doesn't and finds you annoying? What if he didn't even like you as a friend? What if-

"Hey, you're off again. What did you want to say?" Sae's voice takes on a sterner tone, concern etched all over his face for you.

"Well, I confess I loved you from the start.."

You have never seen Sae's face so red before.

[mrs-santoss]

You're Here - Neymar Imagine

Summary:

Hii, so I was wondering if you could do a fanfic about us (Y/n) not being able to attend the world cup and Ney being kinda upset about it, but then we (Y/n) surprise him just before his game?

Neymar's POV: I was at the hotel eating breakfast with the team and I decided to text my girlfriend a good morning text to see if she's woken up yet. I text her good morning and place my phone on the table and continue to eat. After 10 minutes or so, I get a call from Y/N. "Hii, meu amor. Good morning. Did you sleep well?" she says excitedly as soon as I answer the phone. "Hii, bebê. Good morning to you too. Yes, I did. How about you? Do you miss me?" I ask her back and I excuse myself to the lobby and sit on a comfortable chair. "Yes, Ney, of course. I miss you everyday, bebê." she says this in a sad tone making me worried. "What is it, amor? Why do you sound sad?"

"I don't think I can make it to your game, amor. I tried my best to convince my boss, however, he didn't even want to hear me out." she says this almost in a verge of crying.

I have to admit, I feel pretty upset about this. She was supposed to travel here 2 weeks after me and stay with me hopefully until I win this World Cup. I know she feels sad about this too. She is my number one fan and supports me on every single thing. "I have to admit I feel pretty upset about this, bebê. But, I know it's not your fault, so please don't cry about this. You can support me from there too. I know it's not the same as being here, but I know you're always watching me no matter what." I say this trying to make her feel better about the situation. "I'm so sorry, Ney. I love you much, meu amor. Please don't be mad at me." she says back in a small voice. "Of course not, bebê. I love you too." I tell her and I hear the coach ordering us to get on the bus. " Y/N, I have to leave. The coach wants us to get on the bus, I will talk to you as soon as I can, amor. I love you." I say to her and she says i love you back and we end the call. Great. Just great. I was really looking forward to having her here, but I guess it wasn't meant to be. _________________________________________ We get on the field to start the game. I'm pretty nervous but still calm at the same time, I didn't even know it was possible to feel like this. I do warm ups with Dani and we chat about small things unrelated to the game so we can ease our nerves a little bit. I take a look at the fans in the stadium and appreciate the view. I love this about Brazil. People are very enthusiastic about football. I wish Y/N was here to experience this.

It's like my wish came true in that second, because as soon as I look over at the VIP section I can see Y/N waving at me and yelling my name like crazy. I blink a few times making sure I'm not dreaming. I smile back at her and run near the stadium chairs. "YOU MADE IT" I yell at her and she makes her way down to me. As soon as she gets close, I grab her and spin her around. I stop and kiss her passionately. "Of course, I would. I wanted to surprise you. I was at the airport when we had our last conversation on the phone a few hours ago." she says back proud of her surprise. Everyone is cheering and taking photos of us. "Oh, really? So, this is how we're playing now?" I ask her back playfully. "Hmm, I guess so." she says back and kisses my cheek. I hear the guys yelling for me to join them. "I have to go, bebê. Wish me luck. I'm so so so fucking happy you're here." I give her a quick kiss and run to the guys. "You won't need it bebeeee. I love youuu!!" she yells at me while making her way up to her seat. "I love you tooo."

[lainiespicewrites]

HEAR ME OUT! Sy as a camp counselor???

I won’t bullshit with you I did fully just think of this in the shower while I was reminiscing on my years as a Summer camp kid! (It was church camp but like y’all trust me…shit was not innocent. There was …there was a girl giving out handy’s under Noah’s Arc 👀)

I was thinking about how much I loved my counselors (because I was insecure as hell so I always hung out with them 😂) and this one guy counselor I had a crush on and this other group of campers that called their counselors “Mom and Dad”

And although Coach is my absolute FAVORITE! And I do love my man in a hoodie in the fall SUMMER IS SY’s season! And we know from the football he’d be good with a group of boys and they’d have a girl cabin they’d do activities with and he’d be all flirty with their counselor and ….they’d have to find time to sneak away to do …other…activities 👀😂 I can picture this! He would have the most rowdy but equally best behaved cabin of boys and they’d pull pranks on his friends cabin! Let me finish With coach Sy and I’m gonna write this 😂😂😂😂

[nick-cassidy]

ft fe drivers and friends

Inspired by

[bbymunsonx]

The Last Time (Ted's Version)

Chapter Three

chapter warnings: language, implied sexual content

word count: 2.4k

Ted Lasso: Rise and Shine! Are you guys ready?

Coach Beard: I'm already at your door with coffee, Coach.

Ted Lasso: Lacy?

***

I woke up with a jolt as my alarm clock started ringing. The clock read 5:30AM.

Jesus Christ, I thought. My head was pounding and my stomach started to churn. Memories of last night slowly started to come back to me. How I met that loner guy at the bar and how the two of us ended up in the bathroom minutes later. Not one of my finest moments. Hopefully this is a big town and I won't end up seeing him again. 

After a quick shower and putting on some makeup, I finally started to look alive again. Holy fucking shit, I thought to myself as I looked inside my closet. Dozens of dress pants, skirts, dresses, and blouses were hanging neatly. How did she even know my size? This woman is a fucking genius. 

I slipped on a blouse and a skirt and looked at myself in the mirror. After flattening my skirt and playing with the hem of my blouse, I finally looked decent enough to be seen be the general public. 

As I was reaching for my purse, a rhythmic knock radiated off my door. There's only one person who would knock on my door like that this early in the morning. I walked down the steps to see Ted and Beard starring at me with wide eyes. 

"Holy smokes, Lacy Loo! Look at you!" Ted exclaimed while motioning to my outfit. Coach Beard started fanning himself after handing me a cup of coffee. While they were both dressed in AFC Richmond gear and khaki's, I did look a little bit overdressed. 

"Shut up," I laughed and rolled my eyes, "Let's go."

It was about a ten minute walk from our flats to Nelson Road Stadium. It was a beautiful walk, being able to see all the locals riding their bikes and walking their kids to school. The only thing that was a little off was that everyone was staring at us, especially Ted. It's like everyone already knew who we were. 

While passing a man sitting on the bench reading the paper, I looked over and saw the headline for todays paper: Americans Ted, Beard, and Lacy: The New Faces of AFC Richmond

"Christ, looks like we're already famous," I nudged Ted to take a look at the paper.

As we were walking to the stadium, I really wanted to tell the guys about what happened last night. I guess we're all friends now and this is the kind of thing you tell your friends about. 

"Hey guys, I gotta get something off my chest," I looked at them. Ted looked at me, smiling. The little dimple on his cheek making my heart fall into my stomach. 

"Do tell, Ricky Bell." Ted gave me undivided attention. 

"I- uh- I'm really nervous about today." I laughed to myself. I couldn't tell Ted that I slept with some guy last night. What was I thinking? Coach Beard looked at me and Ted and then took a sip of his coffee while smiling. That man always seems like he knows everything. 

"Gosh, me too. My stomach's got more butterflies in it than the Amazon Rainforest. But ya know what? I think we're gonna have a great first day. Fingers crossed that the teacher doesn't give us homework." Ted laughed and kept walking. I let out a fake laugh and followed the two men. 

The second we reached Nelson Road Stadium, the feeling in my stomach was indescribable. It was all just hitting me that I was actually doing this. But, it was all just hitting me now that they wanted me. I'm not sure what Ted, Beard, and I did to make them want us here, but I was filled with so much pride that I actually did something right. 

Ted led the way as Beard and I followed right behind him as we entered the stadium. There was a man standing at the door, probably a little bit older than Ted and Beard and a little shorter. 

"Coach Lasso, Coach Beard, and Ms. Watson! Welcome to Richmond!" The man said as he shook all of our hands. "I'm Leslie Higgins, but everyone just calls me Higgins. I'm the Director of Communications here." 

"It's nice to meet you, Higgins. I'm Ted." 

"I'm Lacy. Thank you so much for," I motioned all around me, "...this." 

"That's all Rebecca Welton. She's the owner of the club. Let me take you up to her office."

"I'm gonna go stake out the lock room, Coach," Beard called after Ted while walking in the complete opposite direction. I felt sort of like a lost puppy, not knowing where to go, so I followed after Ted to meet Ms. Welton. 

After walking through various hallways and up a flight of stairs, we reached the office of Ms. Rebecca Welton. Ted stepped in front of Higgins to do his rhymtic knock on the door before opening it. 

"Hiya, I'm Ted Lasso. I'm your new coach." Ted greeted before stepping into the office. Rebecca got up to meet Ted and I. I've never been one to shy away from my sexuality, so my breath got stuck in my throat as soon as I saw Rebecca. She was a tall, beautiful woman. 

"Hello, I'm Rebecca. It's very nice to meet both of you." She shook both of our hands. 

"I'm Lacy." I smiled at her. Why is everyone here so gorgeous?

"Well, Ted, I'm hoping you know what you're doing as far as training, yeah?" Rebecca inquired. 

"Oh yeah. I feel as confident as I did the first time I went horseback riding. I may have fallen and broken my leg, but I felt confident while doing it." Ted smiled. Rebecca just looked at Ted with a blank look on her face. 

"You'll get used to it after a day or two." I looked at Rebecca. 

Ignoring me, Rebecca continued, "And Ms. Watson. I heard you were the best journalism and communication students at Wichita State. I'm going to need you to be the best here, too. This football club's image rests in your hands. You control what people get to see and hear on the outside, yeah? Don't disappoint me." 

"I wouldn't dream of it, Ms. Welton." My voice shook a bit as I spoke. 

"The first official day of training will be tomorrow. I except you two to make yourselves comfortable with the stadium, as I presume Coach Beard already has. Coach Lasso, your office will be in the locker room. Ms. Watson, your office will be right next to Coach Lasso's. On your desk will be all the social media passwords and everything you need to know. But please bother Higgins with any questions." Rebecca started to head back to her desk, obviously making it clear to Ted and I that she wanted us gone. 

"Thank ya, Boss." Ted saluted as we left. As the door shut behind us, Ted and I looked at each other with a tad of fear in our eyes.

"Well she seems fun," I dragged out fun as Ted laughed. 

"I'm a little scared of her, but she's a strong, independent woman. They're supposed to be scary." Ted said. 

"You're damn right," I replied as I walked in front of Ted, leading the way. "Let's go onto the pitch. I wanna see what it's like to be out there."

Ted walked behind me the entire way until we finally found our way onto the pitch. We both looked around, having absolutely nothing to say. Ted has coached before, so he knows what it's like to be out on a pitch like this. I've never done anything like this in my life. 

As Ted reached down to put his hand on the green, a man came running up towards him.

"Hey! Stop! What are you doing?" The man called after Ted. Ted quickly got up, wiping his hands on his khakis.

"Who the hell are you?" The man questioned us. 

"Um, I'm Coach Ted Lasso. This is your new director of PR, Lacy Watson." Ted answered. 

"Director of PR?" I whispered to Ted, so slightly so the man wouldn't hear us. 

"I thought it sounds fancy so I just went with it." 

"Oh fuck! I'm sorry! Please take all the grass you want," the man knelt down and took a clump of grass from the pitch and handed it to Ted, which he took. 

"Well thank you. But I'm just gonna put this back right here," Ted put the grass back on the ground. "Who are you?"

"Me?" The man questioned. 

"Yeah, what's your name?" 

"I'm Nate. I'm the kitman." Nate replied, timidly. 

"Well, it's nice to meet you, Nate. As he said, I'm Lacy." I held out my hand to let him shake it. I could tell we were going to be good friends. 

"I'm so sorry I yelled at you back there," Nate apologized profusely. 

"It's alright, Nate. You're just doing your job. Hey, while you're here, do you mind showing us where the locker room is?" Ted asked. 

"Absolutely, this way." We followed Nate across the pitch and found ourselves in the locker room. It felt wrong to be in here, but I guess since my office was in here, I think it's okay. 

Even though our first official day of training is tomorrow, all the players were here today doing training on their own. 

Coach Beard sat in their office, reading a book, letting the players run amuck. As we entered their office, there was a door to the right which lead straight into my office. I would definitely have to invest with some decorations with my first paycheck, but it's a nice space. 

"Coach, have you spoken the players yet?" Ted asked Beard, to which Beard just shook his head. 

"Alright, wish me luck." Ted went to go talk to the players. Beard and I followed behind him and stood behind him. 

"Hi, ya'll. My name is Ted Lasso and I'm gonna be your new coach. Behind me is Coach Beard, who will be coaching me. And the lovely lady standing next to him is Ms. Lacy Watson. She's the one that's gonna make sure we look good online. Um.. I know this is as strange as a monkey riding a bike down the street, but I think we're all gonna have a good season together, alright."

One of the players just growled back and stood up to talk to Ted. 

"You must be Roy Kent." Ted said. Oh shit, I've heard of Roy Kent. He's the captain. Kind of a scary guy. 

"Fucking wanker." He growled at Ted before walking over to me and looking at me dead in the face, "Welcome to Richmond, Lacy." I felt so special. I'll have to make sure to rub it in Ted's face after we left. 

As the players started to disperse, there was a guy in the room that looked vaguely familiar. As he went to leave and I saw his face, I knew exactly who it was. Jamie. He looked back up at me with shock in his face before he left. 

"Ted, I'll be right back." I called out to him before running after Jamie. 

"Hey!" I yelled down the hallway until Jamie stopped and pulled out his headphones. "Last night never happened, yeah? We are to start fresh. Right now. Hi! I'm Lacy. Nice to meet you!" Jamie looked unimpressed.

"I literally did ya last night. I know who ya are." Jamie said, which caused me to roll my eyes. 

"Okay, so you completely missed the point of what I said. Last night did not happen. Please, Jamie." I pleaded. 

"Alright, yeah. Never happened." Jamie rolled his eyes as he put his headphones back on and walked away. As Jamie walked away, I looked at the end of the hallway to see Coach Beard looking at me, shaking his head. 

Shit. 

***

After we sat in our respective offices for a little bit getting comfortable, we decided to call it a day. 

As we reached our flats, Ted asked, "Do you guys wanna pop in for a quick drink? Talk about our days?"

"Nope." Coach Beard's door was already shut by the time he answered. 

"What about you, Lacy Loo?" Ted looked at me and motioned to his open door. 

"Don't mind if I do, dirty shoe," I physically cringed as the words were coming out of my mouth, "I'm sorry. I tried, but I fucking hated that."

"Yeah, no. I appreciate the effort." Ted laughed. 

After walking into the flat, I flopped on his couch and immediately covered my face in my hands. 

"What's on your noggin?" Ted asked almost immediately, his face covered in concern.

"Ted, if I tell you something, you have to promise not to hate me." I was so nervous, but I had to tell him about Jamie. Beard was already judging me about it and I needed someone in my corner. 

"Lace, in the approximately 48 hours that I've known you, I can't think of any reasons not to like you. So lay it on me."

I groaned, "I can't. I can't do it. I feel icky."

"If I tell you something personal, would you tell me?" Ted asked, to which I nodded. "My wife and I did a little bit of marriage counseling before I came out here. Our counselor, Dr. Jacob, had us come up with a word that meant we had to tell the other how we were feeling, no matter what."

"That's a good idea. Good job, Dr. Jacob." I laughed. 

"Oklahoma is the word Michelle and I came up with. Maybe we can come up with one?" Ted offered. 

"Hmm," I pondered, "Panda. It's my favorite animal and it's really hard to be sad when you're thinking of a panda."

"Alrighty, then. So, panda." Ted said. 

"I slept with Jamie," I word vomited all over the place, "Last night, I met him in the pub down the street and we did it in the bathroom." I refused to look at him because I don't think I can handle him physically judging me. 

"Alrighty, yeah. I'm gonna go get that drink." Ted almost ran into the kitchen.

"Are we gonna talk about it?" I called after him. 

"Nope!" He yelled back. 

Okay, yeah that's fair. But at least he knows and he didn't automatically throw me out of his apartment. 

Ted came back into the living room with two cups, handing me one. "Cheers to new friends and new beginnings." He held out his glass for us to clink. 

"Cheers to that, Teddy." 

taglist: @nerdgirljen

[jockyle]

big fan of jock kyle.

like in fanfic or fanart, i just love seeing him be apart of the basketball team, or even better, plays multiple sports and overall very athletic. also love him getting worked up watching a football or basketball game, standing in front of the tv and yelling at the players like he’s their coach. jock kyle rocks!!

[readingreylo]

The best Reylo Fanfics I read in 2022

(Not necessarily written in 2022)

My 2021 wrap up was such a hit I thought I would do another one! While I didn't read nearly as many fanfics this year, I did discover a few new authors whose bodies of work are just *chef kiss*.

(Don't forget to check out my All Time Favourite Fic list and my pinned post with all my rec lists!)

And in no particular order...

Dog Day Open Hydrant by LinearA | @linearao3 | Explicit | 4k | One Shot | PWP | Modern AU | Summertime | Strangers to Lovers | Antagonism | Fireman!Ben Solo | It's too hot for this shit | One Night stand ??? | Ben POV | "Ben's come to close an open hydrant. The kids playing in it don't want him to, and a pretty girl on the street is backing them up."

Get Close by iffyluv | Explicit | 4k | Oneshot | PWP | Modern AU | Snowed-in | Cuddling for warmth | Co-workers | Multi POV | Stranded on the side of the road during a blizzard, Ben and Rey share a blanket to stay warm *wiggles eyebrows*

Take Your Shot by Anonymous | Explicit | 4k | Oneshot | Modern AU | Hook-up | Strangers | "secret" identity | Missed Connections | Soccer/football | Multi POV | Rey hooks up with a guy at a sport bar not realizing he might be a famous player. Ben solo aka Kylo Ren of First Order Premier League is visiting his parents in his home town and stops by a pub for a drink...

A for... by crossingwinter | @shmisolo | Explicit | 5k | Oneshot | Modern AU | Maturbation | Anal Sex | Co-workers | Jewish!Ben Solo | Falling in love | Rey POV | A fantastically written oneshot about Rey's affinity for anal sex and how she ends up having it with Ben Solo.

tell me you recognize defeat by emphemeron | @emphemeron | Explicit | 10k | Oneshot | Modern AU | Office setting | Co-workers | Friends to Lovers but Rey's too stupid to see it coming | Zero discussions of boundaries | mildly dubious consent | ANGST because Rey is an idiot | Shy!Ben Solo | Rey POV | "Rey just wants to be friends with the tall, quiet IT specialist who sits by himself at the company all-hands meetings."

Yes, and... by slipgoingunder | @slipgoingunder | Explicit | 10k | Complete | PWP | Modern AU | Actors | Christmas | behind the scenes of making a Hallmark movie | Mistaken Identity | Actress!Rey | Acting coach!Ben Solo | Rey POV | "Newbie actress Rey lands the starring role in a Hallmark Christmas Movie...but she finds it's not so easy to become a wholesome Hallmark heroine. Enter a mysterious stranger who just might turn out to be her Christmas angel."

Ben Solo Is Not His Brother's Keeper by LyricalRiot | @lyricalriot | Explicit | 13k | Complete | Historical AU | Unspecific Setting | Strangers to Lovers | MISUNDERSTANDINGS | Arranged Marriage | Prima Noctis vibes | Infidelity | Ben and Poe are brothers | Hunting/trapping | Han Solo is an idiot | Poe and Rey are engaged | Loss of Virginity | Deflowering Ritual | HEA | Multi POV | It is expected that the great honor of deflowering his bride will fall to Poe's younger brother Ben. Ben who is secretly in love with Poe's bride wishes he was dead.

Orion by ianixela | @ianixela | Explicit | 14k | Complete | Modern AU | Strangers to lovers | Slowish burn | Photojournalist!Rey | Guide!Ben Solo | Ex-military!Ben Solo | Amputee!Ben Solo | PTSD | Implied/referenced abortion | Past Adultry | Desert | Oasis | Stranded togther | HEA | Reylo Baby | Rey POV | "Rey Niima finds herself in the Saharan desert trying to heal wounds from her life, and Ben Solo is there too, fixing himself along the way."

The Single Father by xtenn | @xavtenn | Explicit | 15k | Complete | Modern AU | College/University | Professor/Student dynamic | Single father!Ben Solo | Professor!Solo | Single mom!Rey | Student!Rey | Post Partum Depression | ANGST | Baby OCs | Breastfeeding | Roommates | Pining | Past Sexual Trauma | HEA | Ben POV | Returning to work after becoming a single father, Professor Solo is struggling to keep his head above water when he receives an unexpected offer from one of his student's.

For the Record by canox | Explicit | 16k | Complete | Modern AU | Office setting | Co-workers | Mistaken Indentity | One-night-stand | Drama at work | Snoke is a toxic boss | Rey POV | "Rey is a sharp-eyed editor at a top magazine. After a frustrating day at work, she has a one-night stand with a musician, never thinking he might be someone she knows. But she’s about to discover that, between sleeping with a stranger and missing what's happening at work, maybe she's not as sharp-eyed as she thought."

Avant Gardenerby bobaheadshark & kalx58 | @bobaheadshark | Explicit | 21k | Complete | Modern AU | Pandemic/Quarantine/covid-19 | Texting | Plant Nerds | Strangers to friends to hook up to friends to lovers | Rey wants casual | Ben wants Rey | NO-STRINGS-ATTACHED sure jan | Bisexual!Rey | Character study | Rey POV | "The ideal person to break Rey’s quarantine dry spell? The guy she’s been talking online with about plants for months. A harmless one night stand. She’ll never see him again. But the universe might have other plans."

hive. by indiecisivepsych | @indiecisivepsych | Explicit | 33k | Complete | Modern AU | Idiots to lovers | Casual no-strings-attached relationship | Honey Porn | Rey loves Bees | Ben loves Rey | Angst | Pining | HEA | "Rey Niima loves bees. And she doesn't want to admit that she also loves Ben Solo, the man who keeps giving her honey."

Similar Creatures by quamquam20 | @quamquam20 | Explicit | 36k | Complete | Historical AU | 1700s | Venice | Pretty Woman retelling | Sex worker!Rey | Mafioso/enforcer!Ben | "no kissing on the mouth" | Angst | HEA | Multi POV | "As the Hammer of the Medici, Benjamin Solatti has a lot of practice crushing dreams and wringing every coin from nearly empty pockets. Sent to Venice to collect on a debt, he doesn’t have time for pleasure. Nobody knows the winding alleys and canals of Venice quite like someone who works them. So when street-smart Rey notices a lost Florentine noble, she’s more than happy to offer her services. Worlds apart, they lead very different lives. Brought together by chance and an irresistible proposition, those same differences might be what tear them apart when their time runs out."

You Can Have Manhattan by reylo_addict | @thereyloaddict | Explicit | 41k | Complete | Modern AU | Manhattan | Established Reylo | Break ups | Flashbacks | Falling in love | Devoted Reylo | Angst | Break up sex | HEA | Rey POV | In the past: Rey falls in love with New York at the same time she falls in love with Ben Solo. In the present: Rey is angrily (and drunkenly) phoning her Ex from the otherside of the country.

what if the storm ends by SecretReyloTrash | @lyresandlasers | Explicit | 61k | Complete | Historic AU | 1950's | WW2 flashbacks | England/Yorkshire | Growing up together | Estrangement | ANGST. SO MUCH BLOODY ANGST | Author!Rey | Widower!Ben | Ben was happily married to another | Farmer!Ben | Rey has PTSD | HEA | Rey POV | "As a child, Rey is evacuated from London to the Yorkshire Dales during the Blitz. She spends the war in the care of the Solos on their farm, wandering the moors with their son looking for a legendary family artifact long lost. When the war is over, she returns to a city she no longer recognizes, and she writes a popular series of children's fantasy books based on her childhood in the Dales. After amassing fame and fortune with her stories, tragedy brings her back to the farm to see Ben Solo, once her greatest inspiration and now a widower."

Pressed by mzladybird | @mzladybird | Explicit | 4k | Oneshot | PWP | Modern AU | Strangers-to-lovers | Employee/customer | Rough sex | Rey POV | Rey works at a drycleaners and takes some *ahem* liberties with Ben's shirts.

A Scent Like Peony by mzladybird | @mzladybird | Explicit | 6k | Oneshot | Arranged Marriage | Strangers | Jealousy | Hate sex? | Rey!Palpatine | Steamy AF | Rey POV | As heiress to the Palpatine Empire Rey always knew she was going to marry Ben Solo.

a good woman by AnonPenguin | @penthescoundrel | Explicit | 9k | Oneshot | Historical AU | Victorian? | American West | Small Town | Widow!Rey | Teacher!Ben Solo | Eniemes to lovers | Misunderstandings | Spanking | Feral!Rey | HEA | Rey POV | "Upstanding citizen and businesswoman, Rey Johnson, has an indelible sense of the way forward. But, that all changes when the new school teacher, Mister Solo, comes to town."

little sir by AnonPenguin | @penthescoundrel | Explicit | 14k | Complete | Historic AU | Medieval | Robin Hood vibes | Injury Recovery | Strangers to lovers | Turbo-virgin!Rey | Ben Solo is a tits guy | Rey POV | Rey is a vigilante who is caught by Lord Solo but instead of turning her in he wants to worship her tits marry her.

Heirloom by AnonPenguin | @penthescoundrel | Explicit | 24k | Complete | Historic AU | Regency/Victorian | Arranged Marriage | Wedding Night | Curses/Magic | Sex Pollen Vibes | Age Difference | Dirty talk | Brat!Rey | Idiots In love | Ben POV | "Ben is encouraged to give an heirloom ring with "hopes" for the marriage to his new bride written inside. Showing a general disdain for the arrangement, he inscribes it, "May we fuck like bunnies, and never have enough", not realizing that magic binds the wish to come true."

Let's Eat by PurpleSugarQuills | @purplesugarquills | Explicit | 4k | Oneshot | Modern AU | Strangers to lovers | Food Porn | Bathroom sex | Rey POV | "The restaurant serves a tasting menu for two, and Rey wants to try it. So does the man sitting beside her at the bar. The solution? She shares a meal with a stranger. And if they end up sharing so much more than just food, well, Rey’s okay with that. Ben Solo isn’t so bad. Not really. And it’s nice, not eating alone."

Happenchance by PurpleSugarQuills | @purplesugarquills | Explicit | 5k | Oneshot | Modern AU | Office Party | Mistaken Indentity | Mention of sex work | Rey POV | "When Rose hires an escort to be Rey’s date for their company’s fundraising event, Rey’s livid. Until… Well, until she spots him in the hotel’s lobby. Tall and gorgeous, with dark hair nearly brushing the collar of the suit he fills out sinfully well. Maybe Rey doesn’t hate Rose. Maybe she should write Rose a thank you note. Or, Rey thinks Ben is an escort. Ben is not an escort."

Differential Equation by PurpleSugarQuills | @purplesugarquills | Explicit | 8.6k | Oneshot with a sequel | Modern AU | College/University | Enemies-to-lovers | Rivalry | Rey POV | After overhearing some comments about herself at a party Rey hates privileged frat boy Ben Solo.

The Twelve Dates of Christmas by PurpleSugarQuills | @purplesugarquills | Explicit | 16k | Complete | Modern AU | Blind Date | Christmas/holidays/ Hanukkah | Fake Dating | Dating | Falling in love | Christmas parties | Skating | Multi POV | "After a disastrous blind date, Ben and Rey can at least agree on one thing—between fancy work galas, ugly sweater parties, Hanukkah with the Solos, and Christmas Eve with Rey’s rowdy group of friends… facing December alone is tiring. Being chronically single with friends trying to pair you off is worse. But fake-dating their way through the holidays? What could go wrong."

Thin Ice by PurpleSugarQuills | @purplesugarquills | Explicit | 14k | Complete | Modern AU | Fake Dating | Hockey | Multi POV | To get revenge on her Ex Rey asks His favourite hockey player to be her date to said Ex's wedding.

Rental Girlfriend by PurpleSugarQuills | @purplesugarquills | Explicit | 18k | Complete | Modern AU | College/University | Enemies-to-lovers | Friend group dynamic | Escort!Rey | jealous/posessive/idiot!Ben Solo | Misunderstandings | ANGST | Rey POV | "Being a rental girlfriend was the best thing that ever happened to Rey. Until she met Ben Solo." or Rey can't stand the new guy at pub trivia. And the new guy cannot figure out Rey.

Trial and Error by Celia_and | @whatceliawrites | Explicit | 7k | Complete | Modern AU | Enemies-to-lovers | Rivals-to-lovers | Scientists | Angst | HEA | Rey POV | "When rival scientists Rey and Kylo keep meeting at out-of-town conferences, the growing tension isn’t strictly professional."

To Heal by Celia_and | @whatceliawrites | Explicit | 8k | Complete | Modern AU | Flashbacks | Big Buisness | Acquisitions/mergers | Enemies with History | College/University | Falling in Love | Marriage | PTSD | Night Terrors | ANGST | Break-ups | Reconciliation | Rey POV | "When CEO Rey Palpatine faces down her rival Ben Solo across a boardroom table, it’s been ten years since she’s seen him. Ten years since they belonged to each other."

How to Save a Life by Celia_and | @whatceliawrites | Explicit | 8k | Complete | Modern AU | Co-workers | Blizzard | Snowed-in | Scorned lover | Misunderstandings | Bickering as sexual tension | Steamy AF | Rey POV | "Ben rescues his coworker Rey from her cabin in a blizzard, and she can’t forgive him for it."

underworld by elle_p (need ao3 account to read) | Explicit | 2k | Oneshot | PWP | Modern AU | College/University | Rave | Strangers | Hookup | Outdoor sex | Rey POV | "Rey goes to a rave. This tall guy won’t stop staring at her."

 I hold it towards you by elle_p (need ao3 account to read) | Mature | 2k | Oneshot | Modern AU | Pandemic/Quarantine/covid-19 | Loneliness | Anxiety/Depression | Neighbours | Strangers | Age gap | Angst | Happy/Hopeful ending | Rey POV | "After spending time alone in quarantine, Rey meets her next door neighbor, a poetry professor by the name of Benjamin Solo."

melatonin by sevenofreylo | @sevenofreylo | Explicit | 3k | One shot | Modern AU | Summertime | School vacation | Enemies-to-lovers | Bullying | Teenagers(?) | Awkward virgins | Masturbation | No p-in-v | Bunkbeds | Rey POV | "Rey can’t sleep, not with Luke’s nephew in the same room."

Feet Cute by sevenofreylo | @sevenofreylo | Explicit | 3.6k | Oneshot | Modern AU | Meet-cute | Ben has a foot fetish | Adorable then steamy AF | Rey POV | "Rey buys new trainers from Ben’s store."

Making Emends by alantieislander | Explicit | 3k | Oneshot | Modern AU | A/B/O | Alpha x Beta | Ben POV | "In which Alpha Ben meets Beta Rey, and has a biological crisis."

Snowmates by alantieislander | Explicit | 5k | Complete (One shot in two parts with a small epilogue) | Modern AU | Roomates | Rey/Finn | Ben&Finn friendship | No Infidelity | Friends to lovers | Multi POV | When they met Rey was dating Finn. Then Finn and Ben became roommates. Then Rey and Finn Broke up. Then Rey moved away. Now she's back for a visit.

Holdings by alantieislander | Explicit | 5k | Complete | Modern AU | Rich!Ben Solo | Assistant!Rey | Wrokplace relationship | Romantic | Multi POV | "In which Rey is a congresswoman's assistant's assistant and Ben is one of the richest men in the world, and they really like each other."

Leave It All, Lock to the Tide by alantieislander | Explicit | 11k | Complete | Historic AU | 1860s | Maine Coast | Shipwrecked | Magical Abilities | Injury recovery | Depression | HEA | Rey POV | Rey has the ability to take away other's pain, but unlike her mother or grandmother before her she cannot get rid of the pain, only magnify it. Rey exiles herself to a small coastal island to live out her lonely days in peace. Until Ben Solo washes up on the shore.

full fathom five (little lies) by lachesisgrimm | @lachesisgrimm | Mature | 45k | Complete | Modern AU | ANGST | Unplanned Pregnancy | Hurt/comfort | injury!recovery | Broken friend group dynamic | Villian!Luke | Rey needs a hug | Devoted Reylo | HEA | Rey POV | Ben ghosts Rey. He wont even answer her texts when she tells him she's pregnant. Then one day a phone call revealing that Ben has been in a coma for 5 months and he wants to see Rey. Slowly the truth comes out that a master manipulator has been pulling strings in the shadows.

mouth, stomach, heart by lachesisgrimm | @lachesisgrimm | Mature | 80k | Complete | Modern AU | Strangers to lovers | Rey needs a hug | Sick!fic | Food | Angst | Feral!Rey | Utter simp!Ben Solo | "i licked it and its mine" | Stalking/harassment | OC Antagonist | Falling in love | Loss of Virginity | Marriage proposals | Friend group dynamic | Rey POV | Rey works at Han's garage and his son starts hanging around. Rey's shitty childhood has left her with issues surrounding food and Ben wins her over with his cooking.

Here's to more amazing fics in 2023!🥂