#goalies are very cool!!!!!

[lonewolflink]

hambbyong here. why the FUCK does goalie gear look like that what the hell do they just get actual pillows strapped to their legs

HAHAHAHA omg

tbh like...kinda? it's a pretty dangerous position so they gotta be well protected! Here's a breakdown of what the armor looks like under the jerseys (the diagram or whatever is for young players but it's still all the same):

so yeah goalies end up looking a little silly because they're so padded up. but the pads, glove, and blocker are pretty heavy so goalies are actually super strong. plus they need to make crazy athletic movements (like doing the splits and stuff), and they're on the ice for the full 60 minutes unlike the rest of the team, so they're truly built different lol

something you (and any other artists) might find extra cool about goalies is that their helmets actually get custom art made for them, individualized for each goaltender. some of the designs are really amazing.

for example, here's a goalie mask design i really liked from the washington capitals' back up goalie (phoenix copley) a few years ago:

their starting goaltender (darcy kuemper) had a really cool mask commissioned for one specific game last year that was honoring the best goalie in franchise history, olie kolzig (olie the goalie, they called him) aka "kolzilla". hence the godzilla mask theme for that one game:

for certain special events, goalies might get custom pads made too! so like last year, for example, the caps' backup goalie (charlie lindgren) got these made for a special outdoor game the team was going to play in called the Stadium Series:

pretty slick!

if you're interested in seeing some cool goalie masks, here's a list of some of the best ones from the last couple of seasons. here's a top 12 list of masks in the nhl this season (some of these are really awesome). and here's a list of some of the most iconic masks of all time, not just in recent memory.

in general, if you're looking to get into goalie mask art, i'd recommend following artist david gunnarsson on instagram; he designs a ton of masks for goalies around the world. you can see them all here, and this is an article about him from ESPN.

[exopelagic]

i said i wouldn’t do it this time but it’s 3am and mods asleep. boy

[nolanhattrick]

irl hockey so much cooler than tv hockey. do not know how i'm going to survive without seeing my blorbos in person knowing that they also that and that i can also go and see them do it. illegal. i need to move to toronto or vancouver immediately. fuck. what the fuck. fuck.

[relativelyfvcked]

kings lose to the 12-31-4 sharks. what is happening with this team.

[misctf]

Coach's Curse

Jason could feel his heart pounding in his chest as he propelled himself on his skates. He expertly navigated between his opponents, doing his best to tune out the cheering crowd and the shouting of his teammates. And as Jason reared his hockey stick back and fired the puck forward, he felt as if the world went still. He watched as it sailed through the air- as the goalie attempted to block his shot. But as he watched the puck find the back of the net and the buzzer sound, he could barely believe it.

Jason immediately was tackled by his teammates, all of them cheering and yelling in celebration. He did it. He scored the game winning goal. The championship hockey game- and he scored the game winning point. The next part was a blur. He was in the locker room with his teammates, all of them still basking in their victory. Jason beamed as the victory cowboy hat was placed on his head. There were plans for a big party later that night with a few of the frats and sororities on campus. And Jason couldn’t be more excited. As the winner of the game, he was sure he’d get a few girls in bed that night. But as he thought about the night ahead of him, his coach told everyone to quiet down. As per game tradition, Coach Henderson was giving them a victory speech. But something about the speech was off. It was almost somewhat... dull. Maybe even a hint of sadness. Jason ignored it, thinking it was probably just coach getting all sentimental. Besides, it had been 15 years since coach’s last victory.

“Jason,” His coach’s deep voice boomed through the locker room, “I have your game winning puck in my office. Come with me.”

Jason smirked and followed Henderson out of the locker room and down the corridor lined with old jerseys as his team cheered him on. He remembered his first walk down these halls when he was a freshman, excited to start his time on the team. He never imagined that his college hockey career would end like this.

“Oh Jason.” Coach Henderson mumbled as they entered his office, “I never thought I’d see this day. It’s been so long.”

“Doesn’t matter how long it’s been.” Jason smirked, “We fucking did it.”

Henderson frowned, “You know all those years ago, I didn’t know what to make of it. When I stood in this very room.”

“Yeah but it’s all worth it. Doesn’t matter if it took you fifteen years or whatever to get another one.” Jason frowned as something cool passed through him.  

Coach smiled slightly, “At first it didn’t feel like I had a choice. But I think I’m going to miss it.” He took a deep breath, “You see, many years ago the real Coach Henderson put a curse on the team.” The room was silent, with Jason standing and processing the odd statement.

“What are you talking about?” Jason chuckled, “This some kind of joke?”  

“It was to teach a douchebag on the team a lesson. But the curse continued even after that.” Jason shuddered as he felt more cool air pass through him, “The winner of the championship game, to prevent them from becoming too full of themselves, would have to become the team’s coach. And lead them to victory.”

Jason could barely process the words as his whole body started to shake violently. He tried to tell Henderson that he wasn’t feeling well, but the words couldn’t leave his mouth. The whole world was starting to spin now and he fell to his knees, shivering as the coldness around him became unbearable. But that’s when he noticed it. He raised his hand and looked, inspecting it closely. The skin of his hand looked more weathered, lighter even. He raised an eyebrow as he watched the hair on it become lighter in color as well.

“I wasn’t always coach.” Henderson said as he raised his hand. Jason’s eyes widened as he watched coach’s hand become more tan, the weathered appearance disappearing, “My name was AJ. But fifteen years ago I scored the game winning goal.”

Jason was unable to respond as the feeling in his skin intensified. He fell to his back and writhed as his body started shifting. He could feel the changes moving up his arm and he forced himself to watch as his biceps expanded at first with muscle. This was soon followed with a thick layer of fat- while the skin became more weathered and tired with age. He looked at his changed arm in horror, feeling the new skin and fat with his other hand.

‘This doesn’t make sense!’ He thought, a feeling of dread passing through him as he saw his other hand begin to change, ‘Curses aren’t real! This isn’t real!’ He looked up at Henderson, who’s arms had lost their fat, replaced instead by strong muscles- muscles that put Jason’s old ones to shame.

And that wasn’t all Jason noticed. Coach’s belly shrunk. And Jason quickly learned what that meant for him. His stomach start to grumble, the sound becoming more and more intense. He looked at Henderson with desperation, silently pleading for help, but found his coach frowning at him. Jason let out a belch and a thin layer of fat covered his lean abdomen and chest. Another belch and now a slight pudge graced his features. And with each belch Jason’s abdomen expanded and expanded. And with one final loud belch, Jason could feel his stomach reach its final size. At the same time, his lean chest pushed out with fat and muscle, jiggling slightly as he moved. Jason cringed at this foreign feeling. At this new heaviness that he never appreciated in his life. Ever since he was young, he was lean and in shape. Years of practice and playing hockey gifted him with his physique. And he shuddered at the realization it only took a few minutes to reverse that entirely. He pushed himself into a sitting position and watched as his gut fell into his lap. Jason placed a hand on his belly and frowned. It really was his. It was real. He looked up at Henderson, who was running a hand over his perfect abdominal muscles. The two met each other’s gaze.

“I’m sorry.” Henderson whispered, running a hand over his head as blond locks started to sprout.

Jason copied the motion, running a hand through his black hair and knocking his victory hat off. As his hand moved through his hair though, clumps of it began to fall out and disappear into nothingness. At this point, a few tears fall from his eyes and onto his plump abdomen. He cherished his hair- always making sure to style it and keep it well maintained. He loved when chicks ran their hands through it. But now it was gone, replaced by the same buzz cut that Coach Henderson sported. And as he looked up at Henderson, who’s neck fat receded and face became more angular, Jason knew that his face was changing. Fat filling his angular face. His neck disappearing under a layer of chub.

“I know I shouldn’t brag.” Henderson- or AJ said, feeling his face with a grin, “But it really feels nice to be back.” He rubbed at the goatee that still adorned his face, which quickly began to fall away with each touch.

Jason’s hand shot to his new face and frowned as he felt hair sprout from his upper lip and chin. He liked to be clean shaven. But just like that, his face was now adorned with his new facial hair. And that’s when he noticed an itchiness move across his chubby body. The small amount of body hair he did have already started to fill in more, blanketing his chest and flabby belly in a nice coat of hair. He watched as his treasure trail grew with hairs sprouting along the sides of it. It crawled up his abdomen until it reached his chest, which then erupted in a dense layer of hair before expanding out and coating the remainder of his chest. Jason rubbed a hand through it, wincing at the feeling. And as he looked down at himself, still trying to process that this was real- that this was him- AJ extended his hand.

“Here coach.” AJ said calmly. Jason frowned and grabbed AJ’s hand, allowing the younger man to help him up. As he stood up, he shuddered as his ass jiggled with its new padding, “I know this is a lot to process.” AJ’s voice was less gruff now, a youthful tone now escaping his lips, “But I’ve told you what you need to know. You’re Coach Henderson now, at least until some other poor guy wins the championship game. But until then you’ve gotta coach them, got it?”

Jason’s eyes were wide, unable to fully process any of this. He was going to stay stuck like this? Until the team won a championship? It took fifteen years... would he be like this for the next fifteen years?

“No fucking way.” Jason winced at how deep and gruff his voice had become, “No, turn me the fuck back. I just won the game. There’s no way...”

“No, I just won the game.” AJ replied, placing the victory hat on his head, “From this point on, Jason never existed... at least until the next time this team takes home the championship. People will think I won the game tonight.”

“But my friends? My family? What...?”

“Everything will return to normal when you lead the team to victory, okay Jason? Until then, you have all the tools you need. All the basic memories to get by day to day.” AJ smiled, “Use those memories of who you were to motivate you. That’s what I needed to do. But from this moment on, you’re Coach Henderson. It’s easier if you accept that.”

Before Jason could reply, his former teammates called out for AJ. The hockey star gave Jason a smile and a nod, before heading out to celebrate his victory with the team. Jason could only stand there, in the quiet of his new office, the thrill of his victory turning into despair.

_______________________

Coach Henderson yawned as he pushed himself out of bed, careful not to wake the naked bear of a man sleeping next to him. He trudged through his apartment, scratching at his hairy chest and rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. As he walked, he kicked a few beer bottles out of his way, barely acknowledging the messy state of his apartment. He plopped down at his computer, looking over briefly at a team photo. One where AJ proudly stood with their championship trophy. A photo taken about 16 years ago. Henderson turned his attention back to his computer, looking at the roster of new players that would be joining the team for the season. They looked promising- maybe just maybe this was the year.

He quickly shut his laptop and yawned- he always thought that. That hope that this year would be the year. Why should he think this year would be different? He stepped into his bathroom and looked at himself over in the mirror. Sixteen years looking like this- didn’t matter if he shaved, exercised, drank- his appearance remained unchanged. He let out a belch and frowned. He barely remembered his life as Jason or what he used to look like. It got to a point where he was starting to wonder if he was ever anyone else. And he stopped even thinking of himself as Jason. And maybe that was for the best. He could feel the magic that changed him feeding off his doubt, cementing itself. He wondered what would happen if he just let it completely win.

“You could...” A voice whispered in the back of his head, “Live the rest of your out as me.” It echoed, “Become me fully.”  

Henderson shook his head, and those thoughts became quieter. But soon another voice filled the room. One asking how he was doing and if he was excited for the year. One belonging to another man, who wrapped his arms around Henderson and gave him a kiss. A man that Jason would’ve never considered, but as Henderson couldn’t help it. And so maybe if this year didn’t end in victory, Henderson would have to take the voice in his head up on its offer. Maybe that was all he would need in the end to win anyway.

[intheupside]

“It’s amazing for a goalie!” Evgeni Malkin said. “I’m glad he’s still playing and playing very well… I’m proud. He’s family, and he’s an amazing guy. We all know he smiles every day, doesn’t matter what’s going on.”

“When they said 1,000 games, I was like, ‘one thousand games dressed,’ or…” Kris Letang said while smiling and shaking his head. “I couldn't even believe it, that's how crazy it is. It's cool that they're doing this night against us. It’s going to be pretty cool.”

“That’s pretty much unheard of, for a goalie to be at 1,000,” Sidney Crosby said. “It’s pretty amazing what he's been able to do, the consistency he's had. … he’s had an amazing career. Definitely enjoyed playing with him… it’ll be nice to celebrate there with him. “

Crosby had played against Fleury in the Quebec Major Junior Hockey League and played with him at the 2004 World Junior Championship before becoming his teammate in Pittsburgh, two years after the Penguins traded up to select Fleury and lay the foundation for what would eventually become a championship team.

“He came in at a young age with a lot of pressure and expectation. He passed by a mile, as far as what the expectations were,” Crosby said. “He set the tone. When you have a goalie like that, you have a chance to win every single night.”

happy 1000 game celebration flower

[skipper1331]

Penalty // Jessie Fleming

a/n: based off this and this request.

Anger was the only thing Jessie felt when she stormed off the pitch. How could that be fair?! A penalty, really?!

-

Chelsea was about to face Real Madrid in the Champions League group stages. Everybody was excited as it was the first CL match for the team this season. One simple instruction to follow: win.

Emma Hayes wanted to win. She chose her starting eleven very carefully as she had analyzed Madrid’s last games - it should be easy to win. She addressed every weakness of the opposing team and fixed her own on exploiting those exact weaknesses. She was determined to win.

Jessie was in her chosen starting lineup while you were on the bench. You felt so much pride, knowing that she was in it. The girl was so hardworking, ambitious and caring, she deserved her start. Gladly, Emma shared that opinion, for once.

Sadly, Emma’s plan didn’t go as she had hoped, Real Madrid already getting on the scoreboard in the 10th minute - Olga Carmona scoring from distance.

The equalizer didn‘t come until the 41‘ Niamh getting her name of the scoreboard. It was 1-1, Emma Hayes not pleased with the performance of her team.

Her halftime talk was harsh, pointing out each mistake they had made before she got more tactical for the new playing style which the team should play in the second half.

The second half started with chaos as the blues tried to find their rhythm with the new orders from their coach - no changes made yet. 10 minutes in, they found it, trying their best to get in the lead which they did in the 74‘

-

When Athenea del Castillo ran with the ball towards Chelsea’s box, Jess sprinted after her.

Unfortunately, the midfielder slide tackled her, the Madrid player deciding to let herself fall in the box - the ref blowing her whistle, immediately pointing to the penalty spot. All the subs jumped from their seats, yelling as the players on the field started to argue with the ref. No way, that was a penalty! Jess was shocked about the decision. She didn’t touch her! Let alone in the penalty area!

The ref‘s decision stood - penalty.

Steam was radiating off Jessie‘s body, she felt so mad. Where was var when you needed it? Her decision was ridiculous, every Blue agreed on that opinion yet Madrid happy with it.

The Canadian prayed that Olga would miss.

She didn‘t.

2-2.

Emma Hayes furios. No, she wasn‘t mad at Jessie but angry at the referee and the scoreline. Beating Real Madrid should‘ve been easy.

Despite the teams best efforts to make it 3-2, every attempt was stopped by the goalie or even earlier by the defence.

The final whistle blew, the score 2-2.

Jessie was angry, beyond angry. She was disappointed in herself, angry at the referee and sad about the result. What did she do to deserve this? For once, she was in the starting lineup and then something like that happens. Nobody was blaming her but the ref, yet that didn’t help to lift her bad mood.

Sweet girl Jessie was angry, a sight people rarely ever see. Of course, she shook every opponents hand - she wasn’t childish by any means.

But as soon as she did so, she left the pitch, storming off to the changing rooms.

Your eyes watched every movement, your mind debating if you should follow her. Your heart told you not to, not yet. She needed some minutes to calm down and you knew she could only process her feelings in silence. Respecting her boundaries, you gave her some time to cool off, the team going to the Chelsea fan side, saying their thank yous as they signed some jerseys and took some pictures.

After some time, you excused yourself from the team, walking towards the changing rooms.

You knocked at the door, not wanting to startle her as you entered the locker. The girl sat in her cubby, shin pads in front of her, no doubt that she had smacked them on the floor. She was still in her gear, her cheeks red and puffy - she had been crying. Wordlessly, she sat beside her, not caring whose cubby it was. All you cared was about Jessie. You didn‘t say anything and you wouldn‘t until she made a move. There was no pressure in your action, you were with her - she wasn‘t alone.

"Can… can you hold my hand?" she whispered, breaking the silence. Gently, you lifted her hand from her lap, intertwining your fingers before you settled your holding hands back down. Her head fell on your shoulder, hiding in the crook of your neck while she wanted to shut out the world. At least for as long as she could.

When the first few girls started to enter the changing room, Jessie left your touch completely. She didn‘t want to seem weak in front of her friends nor did she want any pitty from them.

She was a girl of privacy and even though the team knew the two of you were a couple, a very lovey-dovey one as well, there wasn‘t much pda.

Respecting her act, you stood up and went to your cubby, getting ready to leave. Every now and then you would glance towards the Canadian, only to find her eyes already on you. To be honest, you couldn’t read her eyes or facial expression - you could only imagine what she was feeling. Normally, you didn’t have a problem with reading Jessie‘s body language as you knew her like the back of your hand but this was different, this was something new.

-

On the way to the airport, the girl sat beside you - she hadn‘t said a word since her question in the locker. She stared out of the window, watching the streetlights disappear in the darkness of the night.

Every inch in her body was fighting against the urge of crying and falling in your arms. I am strong, she told herself. But the only thing she wanted, was to have your arms wrapped around her securely, your soothing voice whispering sweet nothings as you drew some patterns on her back, making her fall asleep in an instant.

The plane ride went the exact same; Jess didn’t say a word, caught up in her own world yet her hand holding yours tightly. She needed your touch.

Arriving in London felt like a relief for Jess, she could breathe again.

Late at night, early in the morning you arrived at home, "Do you want to talk about it?" you asked gently, placing your bags on the floor and guiding her to living room right after. You took a seat on the couch, pulling her on your lap. Her facade was gone. It was just the two of you. As you looked at her, she broke down, all emotions spilling at once. Tears ran down her cheeks as she started to sob in your chest. She held onto you for her dear life. Your hand rubbed her back, trying to calm her down as you held her just as tight. "It’s all my fault!" she cried, guilt eating her up alive. Because of her, the team had jeopardized their lead, the game ending in a draw because of her mistake.

"Baby, no it‘s not" you whispered, adding more sweet nothings which you knew she liked.

"It is!" she leaned back, eyes locking with yours as so much emotion was written in them, "that stupid tackle! I didn‘t even- it wasn‘t even- that shouldn‘t have been a penalty!"

Furiously, tears ran out of her eyes while it broke your heart to see the sweetest girl in so much pain. It wasn‘t her fault, "I know, my love, I know" you told her, thumb caressing the apple of her cheek.

The brunette let herself melt in your embrace, the only comfort that would help as she hid in your grasp. Your arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her impossibly closer before you laid down on the couch properly. Your head rested on one of the cushions, Jessie‘s on your shoulder, breath tickling your neck while her hands grasped your shirt. Your legs were tangled together, both of your arms around her waist as the one hand started to draw patterns on her back. "I love you so much" you whispered, kissing the top of her head as you continued whispering sweet nothings.

Her eyelids became heavy and body exhausted, your voice calming her down as your pattern drawing relaxed her. Slowly but surely, she drifted off to sleep. You carried on with your actions, wanting to bring her as much comfort as you could, not minding that she was asleep. You were glad that she was.

And even though the girl was fast asleep, she knew you‘re comforting her - you always were because you were her comfort.

[fleurywiththesave]

for your Tumblr request Matt/Drai story on AO3, can you do one that has Leon telling Matt about his fantasies for their future - marriage, babies, etc.

Or one seeing the other with their baby and it gets them hot

First of all, I am weak as hell for sweet conversations about the future, so jot that down. I love this prompt, thank you for sending it! This is basically a sequel to my little post-game 7 ficlet.

They’re still out by the pool. The rest of the family started calling it quits one by one a couple hours ago, but Matthew doesn’t want to miss a single second of this. He can sleep after the cup’s been picked up in the morning, to be spirited away to Benny. For now, he’s more than content to be exactly where he is – lying on his back listening to the sounds of a St. Louis summer night, feet dangling in the cool water, looking at Leon look at the Stanley Cup.

He’s been very careful not to touch it. Someone had almost accidentally nudged him into it earlier in the day and Dad absolutely barked at them, then stonily informed everyone in the vicinity that Leon would be winning it next year and nobody had his permission to interfere with that. Leon had turned bright red. Matthew had furtively texted Davo to make sure he knew his marching orders.

He still isn’t touching it, but he hasn’t taken his eyes off of it in awhile. He doesn’t look sad, or regretful, or jealous. He looks thoughtful.

“Would you two like a moment alone?” Matthew asks. Leon reaches out and gently swats him on the face without looking away.

“Says the man who would’ve made out with it at center ice if there weren’t guys still waiting to lift it,” he snarks. Matthew catches his hand before he can pull it away and twines their fingers together.

“I want to put a baby there,” Leon tells him.

Matthew pauses.

“Well, Gads might not notice right away if we borrow one of his,” he says.

“Matty.”

It’s quiet, amused, long-suffering, loving. It makes Matthew’s chest go soft and light. He rolls over so he can see Leon better.

“Tell me more,” he says softly.

Leon is still looking at the cup, but his hand tightens around Matthew’s.

“It doesn’t have to be a baby. It could be a kid. Or kids.”

“Yeah?” Matthew can feel the smile stealing over his face. “How many?”

“Three,” Leon says immediately.

“That’s a good number,” Matthew agrees. “Keeps everybody on their toes.”

“One offense, one defense, one goalie.”

“And who exactly is going to take responsibility for raising a goalie?” Matthew asks. Leon laughs.

“We can call in reinforcements for that one.”

God, Matthew loves to hear him laugh. He loves to watch the way his eyes crinkle. He loves how surprised people sometimes seem to be by the fact that Leon is capable of laughing.

Matthew stopped being surprised by him awhile ago, for the most part, but he can’t say he saw this particular conversation coming. He scoots over and lets his head rest in Leon’s lap. “What else?”

Leon picks up Matthew’s left hand and traces his ring finger. Matthew shivers, just a little bit.

“I was thinking Mallorca,” Leon says. “That way everyone has to travel, so they can all complain equally.”

“At the house?”

“Or on the beach.”

The beach at sunset, Matthew thinks. Taryn would love an excuse to be barefoot for a wedding. So would Dad, for that matter.

“No tuxedos,” he murmurs. His eyelids are finally getting heavy, despite his best efforts.

“Of course not,” Leon says, combing his fingers through Matthew’s hair. “But we’ll make sure Brady and Emma’s baby has a bowtie.”

Matthew doesn’t sleep. He drifts, the most content he’s ever been in his life, while Leon paints him a picture of their future.

[woso-fan13]

Whumptober 2023: 7 (Arsenal)

No. 7: “ “I paced around for hours on empty; I jumped at the slightest of sounds.”

Alleyway | Radio Silence | “Can you hear me?”

“Y/N?? Y/N, can you hear me?” Katie says loudly, tapping your cheek, “c’mon kiddo, you need to wake up.”

A mistimed attempt at a redirection of the ball from the goalie had ended up getting you right in the temple. You had crumpled to the ground limply, unmoving. Your teammates had raced across the field as they watched the events unfolding, making it to you quickly. 

Fans and opponents alike were surprised to see the usually calm and collected Viv laying into the goalie who had knocked into you. Everyone was even more confused by the fact that Katie ‘Red Card’ McCabe wasn’t threatening anyone. 

Katie had been the first one to your side, dropping to her knees. Her hands hovered over your body, desperately needing to touch you but terrified of hurting you. Eventually, one hand comes to rest on the top of your head, the other culling your cheek. Here, she taps firmly yet gently while calling you, hoping for a response. 

In the stands, Rue is unable to breathe. She watches as Katie and your other teammates are crouched around you, your body unmoving. The medics are quickly making their way over, but it seems much too slow. To the woman watching as her girlfriend tried to arouse their surrogate daughter after a major head injury, the medics seemed to be crawling. 

Rue grabs her bag, rushing down the stairs and into the building. She easily navigates her way through the stadium, finding herself in the tunnel before long. Here, she can see you as opposed to a video feed of you, and this allows her to relax just slightly. When she notices your face scrunched in pain as you move slightly, the panic in her chest alleviates as she gets confirmation that you’re alive. 

Katie is simultaneously trying to control her breathing as she helps the medics to transfer you to a stretcher. She has the most important job- keeping you calm. She takes this very seriously, murmuring softly while keeping a constant hand on you. You’re confused and in pain, whining as your wide eyes search frantically around for answers. 

Katie’s thankful when she sees Rue in the tunnel, knowing that she’s expected to stay on the pitch as much as she hates it. She walks with the medics, pausing just before the sidelines and whispering directly to you. One hand is still cupping your head, the other having been grabbed tightly in your frightened panic. She rubs her thumb across your cheek in a goodbye, squeezing your hand three times as a silent ‘I love you’ before pulling away. 

You’re quickly carried all of the way off of the pitch and towards the tunnel. Katie watches as Rue replaces her as soon as she’s able to. Knowing that you’re in good hands, she returns to the game with a new fire lit inside her. 

—-

Katie runs off of the field at the final whistle, not staying to talk with the other team or cool down. Instead, she takes off down the tunnel, weaving through hallways until she finds the door she’s looking for. She doesn’t bother knocking, swinging the door to the medical room open. Shockingly, her eyes first find Rue perched on the medical table. A slight look down answers her questions, finding you cradled snugly against Rue. Rue’s chin is resting on your head, holding you close.  Your eyes are open, looking at the motion in the doorway. Your lips tilt into a smile when seeing the Irish woman appear. 

Katie hurries over, climbing on the table to sandwich you between them. Despite the injury and the uncertainty, you’re calm as you’re supported between the women. 

[rojacatmisa]

Chapter 8 ➺ Confusion and directions 

Starting over In Madrid

Misa Rodriguez x Reader (Nicky/first person)

After moving to Madrid as the new Real Madrid photographer, Nicky's eyes can't look away from the pretty face of Misa Rodriguez. But how is she going to handle her growing desire for the Canarian goalkeeper when her working contract's strictly forbidding her to date players? Chapter 1 ➺ A harder job than I thought Chapter 2 ➺ Clearly on a bad slope Chapter 3 ➺ Calmly panicking Chapter 4 ➺ Hell Clasico Chapter 5 ➺ Valleys and peaks Chapter 6 ➺ Paris est magique! Chapter 7 ➺ In the haze

tw: suggestive content 7K words

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A warm wind entered the window, sending ripples through the curtains and the bedsheets. I shivered but wasn’t cold, the light breeze welcomed on that hot evening in the Spanish capital. The goalkeeper’s tan hands rubbed me and her arms enfold me more. 

Misa buried her face in my hair, her nose graze my ear as she inhaled deeply. I shivered again, not from the wind this time “¿Tienes frío?“ she asked. I shook my head, I felt just warm out and inside.

We were laying naked in my bed, the window wide opened in hope to gain a bit of the fresher air from the outside but the curtain drawn to shied us from the neighbor view was blocking most of it. Even if our sweaty skins stuck, Misa was holding me tight against her as she couldn’t feel the heat from our body clumped together. 

Her mouth brushed my jawline as she continued to heavily breath. I turned around for our lips to meet, my palm fell on her cheek and my fingers gently closed into her hair to pull her mouth against mine. My arousal came back as we slowly kissed. “I better stop or we’ll go for another round“ I said. The goalkeeper smiled, and dragged her lips to my jaw again. 

“I wouldn’t mine“ she murmured but then was taken by a big yawn. “Oh, perdon.”

I planted a kiss on her cheekbone “You look so tired. We’ll have plenty of time another day. What’s on your schedule tomorrow?”

“I have to wake up early to go do some commercials and I’ve med and physio appointments on the afternoon, and training at 6’ ”, Misa yawned again. “You?”

“I’m working on photo direction for the end of the season. You know, retrospective, strong moments, stuff like that… I think I’ll go for something emotional but fun.” I paused and sighted. I had been very sad to learn Sofie Svava was leaving among others. I knew it was harder for Misa who had really connected with the Danish defender. The goalie blinked several times and I quickly changed subject “I’ll show up quickly at training as usual. I’m not complaining, I wanted a stimulating job but I could do with some holidays!”

“Oh si, vacaciones !” Misa shifted, unstucking our skins with a wince. I pulled away from her for us to cool down a bit and we laid on our sides, facing each other. “By the way, what did you do before joining the Real?” she asked me. 

“I was working for a communication agency that was working for… banks. I was so bored! You can’t imagine how many smiling men in their 30’s with thick glasses I have photographed. Or boxes, yes boxes, banks are fan of boxes: closed boxes, opened boxes, full boxes, empty boxes… I even did a box with people diving in it once.“

Misa chuckled “Did you do a box with a 30 years old man with glasses in it ?“

I burst of laugher “I did not ! Oh my god, what a nightmare it was ! Anyway, moving to Madrid is the best thing that could have happened to me !“ 

We both grinned. Misa’s smile had the nerve to be both adorable and gorgeous every time. I couldn’t help but think she was the best thing that had happened to me. She was wonderful just staring at me like that. 

Then her expression changed to uncertainty. “You said… it wasn’t only because of your job you wanted to leave, right ?” the brunette demanded, an implicit question lingering behind. 

The soft and curious look of her almond eyes broke down my last barrier. I bit my lips and swallowed, clinging to her brown gaze as I recalled what I had tried to leave behind. 

“Er… my ex had dumped me. She had found somebody else. We had been together for three years and a half…“ I rolled onto my back, unable to bear her look anymore and stared at the celling instead. 

“The worst part of it was it lasted, the break up. She let our relation rot but wouldn’t leave me, she probably had cheated on me with her new girl during the last months. At the end I was angry and sad to the point I cheated on her too. And I’m really not proud of that on so many levels… That was when she had known she had broke with me for good. She wasn’t mad or what, she just didn’t love me anymore for a long time but hadn’t had the wits to leave me. In a way, I think I provoked it myself. I just couldn’t go for more. It had to stop.“

My eyes stayed on the ceiling as I remembered the pain I was in. 

Misa came to lay her head on my shoulder, her eyes not crossing my gaze. “I’m sorry Cariño…”. She simply stay there, her warmth comforting this time. “We’re not talking about it again if you don’t want to, I was curious but I didn’t want you to feel bad.”

“No, I’m glad I told you.” I lift my arm for her to settled better and wrapped it around her. My mouth tipped her forehead. “It’s over now and I don’t regret anything”

“Mucho mejor” she said and we stayed silent a moment. Misa closed her eyes. She seemed to start drowsing. 

“What about you? I mean with… girls?” I inquired awkwardly and she let out a short chuckle but answered anyway, her eyelids still shut. 

“I’ve had a few relationships, mostly footballers. It’s simpler to understand each other but every type of relation brings its own problem. Football is a very competitive sport. Everything quickly become a conflict of interest and one day it affects you.” 

“Oh, I’m sorry too…” I waited a moment and went on, getting Misa didn’t want to say more, “so now you’re hooking up with a girl from your own club staff, but illegally !“ I laughed.

The brunette lift herself “Hey! You hadn’t warned me from the start!” 

“I tried to stop you but you were stubborn ! You don’t like when a girl resists you!“

Misa opened her mouth wide “Like you didn’t want too! You didn’t look at Hayley like that, I could tell there was something!”

I blushed, finding her hands and intertwining our fingers, but replied “I’ve never said I didn’t want you, I’m saying I didn’t made it easy and you took it as a challenge.” 

“Pfff Nicky… ” Misa lifted herself over me and pined my hands up my head and onto the pillow. I breathed hard and she added with a naughty look, “You have never resisted me”.

I snorted but felt turned on again by her dominative behavior. I tried to free myself in vain as I searched a way to thwart her and failed at both. The goalkeeper’s hold was far to strong for me. 

“You like that, eh ?” I provoked her “But I think I know what you'll like more!”

Misa just smirked with satisfaction “Ah si ? Show me what I'll like more than that?” and she let go of my hands. 

I fainted to be soft and started to kiss her tenderly, sensing her relaxing but a little perplex. Slowly, I lift myself and pressed against her to make her lay on her back. I was still very soft when I came over her, my hands finding hers and pushing them against the mattress. 

My grip on them suddenly harden and I felt her moan. I hold back my kisses as I placed my legs between hers, forcing them apart and spreading them wide. Misa’s lips fell opened as a new whine escaped them. She didn’t even tried to fight back as I kissed her fiery, turning the brunette’s breath into rasps.

I pulled back, embracing the vision of the hottest girl I ever had abandoning herself to me. “Yes, that’s what I thought.”

***

Late spring life at the ciudad was soft and lively like the light wings fluttering in my stomach. Real Madrid girls were preparing theirs last matches of the season and were still working hard in spite of their tiredness. Everyday, training sessions had a fresh and spicy taste, photographing all the players and trying not to focus on one particularly. But when nobody was watching, I was aiming at the tall and tan goalkeeper at once, capturing her body suspended in the air, the concentration drawing her features, the tension of her legs awaiting for the next jump. 

Several time a week, Misa and I took our respective car to go to one of our place, relieved to escape the ciudad where the two of us were really careful not to show anything more that friendship. We would meet in front of the building, already happy to be on our own, touching hands, smiling timidly. But as soon as we set foot in the apartment, we would kiss tenderly for long minutes. After an entire day having to keep my distance, I would feel I couldn’t get enough of us being close, her large hands pulling me against her and locking me there while we would make out more heatedly. 

We would head to the bedroom shortly, pulling off our cloths on the way. We would stay a moment stroking our bare skins, kissing more, chuckling lightly sometimes as our limbs intertwined and mess with the bedsheets. I had to say that Misa was unravelling a world of fantasy I hadn’t ever dreamt of. She could be soft but also rough, and, like I had guess, rather needy as well. Misa liked to be touched a lot and I couldn’t be happier with that, enjoying way too much to have her under my hands. We were still at the time of discovery, understanding and taming each other’s body. We would try this, and that, driven by the increasing need of each other. Maybe we were making up in bed the intimacy we couldn’t have in the outside. 

Our business done, we would lay in each other’s arms, and often talk for hours. Misa was a chatty person when it came to have fun and talk rubbish, however like she did at my place, she didn’t seem appealed to tell about more personal stuff yet. On the contrary, I was finding myself ready to open more with the goalkeeper. I was thrilled for us to share that kind of connexion but I respected Misa’s pace and didn’t try to push things. For now, our evening usually ended up doing silly stuffs like trying every filter on our phone, or improving a blind test for each other, laughing late in the night. 

And all this time, I was equally trying to find the answer of the question Angela had planted. Was Misa liking me like I did ? 

Back on the field, I noticed I wasn’t the only one to sometime loose my focus during work. I often took a glimpse of the goalie looking in my direction a fraction of second before pulling away. When she could feel I was shooting at her, she would smile very lightly and focus even more than usual, her grin turning bashful when she would fail at stopping the ball. 

But Misa was Misa, whole hearted at everything yet she could be very nonchalant. When training and working duty didn’t kept her, she was always willing to hang out together even if was mostly at home, still I could feel she was holding back like she was afraid of something.

Therefore, I couldn’t be sure. I couldn’t bring myself to believe it if was not true. 

***

Summer was there and with it the prospect of my best friend Angela’s imminent visit but the end of the season was still having me crawling under work, lengthening the days. On the top of the usual tasks, I had to create the portraits of the new players’ arrival. 

I met the new team members, many came from other Spanish clubs. Presentations and shooting was cool. I got along well with Alba Redondo from Levante and with a girl from France named Léa Koffi who would be the second goalkeeper. Accompanied by a designer team, I had planned a classy and funny decor: an arch way opening to a background of the city of Madrid, all in white with navy blue outlines to match the club identity. The players had play nicely with the set, taking various poses. My boss Ana had slipped to me that she was very happy with my work and she was thinking of discussing new perspectives with me soon. 

Logically, at the end of the day, I was feeling on a cloud and could’t wait to tell Misa everything. We were all invited to a goodbye party at Sofie’s home tonight. I insisted to pick Misa and Hayley up at their places as they were planning to drink when I wasn’t, for I had offered Sofie to play the professional photographer all night.

I did not wait long for the brunette as I parked as usual in front of her building. Misa opened the passenger’s door to slip inside the car, a forced smile stretching her tensed features. 

“Hey Misa, are you good ?” I asked her, intrigued.

“Hola Nicky, I’m ok.” She said but blinked several time. 

“You sure ? ” I dared to insisted, putting my hand on her shoulder, getting worried.

She looked at her lap, answering in a shaky voice “I thought I’ll be alright but I guess I’ll never get used to see a friend go.”

“Oh, come here Sweetie” I said opening my arms. Misa leant forward and let hear head fall on my neck. I decided not to dig on it, unsure if she wanted to share more and told her the good new instead in hope to lift her spirit.

“You know, today Ana said she’s very happy with me, I think I might get a promotion or something !” I told her eagerly, omitting the arrivals part on purpose in fear she’d think about Sofie again. 

Misa leant back. To my surprise, a look of dismay flickered on her pretty face. Her smiled was still forced when she congratulated me “Oh bravo Nicky !”. But suddenly, she seemed on the verge of tears and it broke me to see her so sad. 

I hugged her again and stroked her broad shoulders rising up and down with her deep breathing. What was going on with Misa? The good news seemed to have saddened her even more. She must feel really torn by the Danish girl leaving. 

“I’m gonna miss Sofie too at the ciudad” I whispered as my fingers gently brushed her hair, and I felt an urge to tell her about my feelings, to tell her that I was here for her. The words stayed in my throat. The brunette repressed a sniff and wrapped her arms tight around me when her shoulders started to shake. 

“I got you Misa” my words bored their meaning and more. I hugged her as tight as I could while she silently cried, her fingers grasping my shirt and her wet face pressing more against the side of my neck. 

Like after the Clasico, I realized Misa’s nerves were giving out. I started to doubt Sofie’s departure was the only reason for the break down of the strong goalie. I chose my words carefully, daring to venture into Misa’s insecurities. “It’s not only about Sofie, right ?” I asked, back at caressing her gently. 

She sniffed again, sobs escaped her body now and I searched the glove box for tissues. Misa pulled away from me as I handed her one. My heart broke again when I saw her face shining with tears. She blowed and breathed out slowly to calm herself down. 

“Lo siento” she said. I put my hand on hers, yet silently waiting to see if she wanted to tell more. Indeed, the goalie continued. “As you know, I had a rough season and I guess everything crashed on me tonight. I have the international break in a week. I know I’m probably going to be benched… Real Madrid’s not doing well enough. I’m not doing well enough… It’s been my best and worst year since I started football, and therapy is helping but I… I don’t really know where I’m at right now” she stopped, breathing hard again as a tear rolled on her cheek.

“I know Misa. And I’ve told you how I feel about that. You don’t have to be that hard on yourself. You have to gain your self confidence back. I don’t think you’ll succeed at it by flagellating yourself match after match.” 

I warped my arms around her shoulders. “And I know it doesn’t mean much sportily but you impressed me every day.” She broke a small true smile at last. “Though it’s true I have never dated a footballer before, so maybe that doesn’t count…” I added grinning and squeezing her shoulders possessively.

Misa’s gaze lingered on me before going back on her lap. “Nicky…” she mumbled. 

She stayed with her mouth opened but no sound came out. My heartbeat quickened. What was she going to say ? 

“Nicky…" she repeated, her red eyes went back to mine, unblinking. I froze, hanging on her lips, waiting for them to form the words. "Nicky… I…"

"Hum ?" a questioning sound escaped mine to encouraged her. Misa closed and opened her lips again. "I…" My heart was going to burst. If only she could just say it ! 

"...I’m not only a footballer, you are dating a goalkeeper, we are a special species." she finally said, her teasing tone back.

"What ?" I was so disappointed and taken aback by her change of behavior I didn’t registered what she meant. 

Misa started to laugh, frankly "You should see your face ! You look like I had confess to you my deepest secret !" I swallowed and pulled away, thinking hard I wished she had told me that instead of going back to joking again. 

I felt her hands taking my face back to hers to pull me into a kiss. “Perdon Nicky, y gracias para tu apoyo Cariño, I’m feeling better and I think we should get going.” she said before adding “I’m impressed by your ability to find the right words of comfort”.

I grinned, a bit lifted, and turned on the engine. 

Misa, Hayley, that we had picked up on the way, and I arrived at Sofie’s home among the last. Her flat was crowded with people chatting in small groups, loud music attendant the few dancers in the middle of her living. They were hugs and sweets words but the atmosphere was relaxed and festive. 

Sofie accompanied us to the kitchen and signaled where drinks were to the girls. She served me a grapefruit juice while Misa and Hayley improvised themselves barmaid and eagerly started to mixed various beverages together. I left the two friends to their business and followed Sofie back to the living where I would set a photocall.

I was peering at the guests while Sofie and I installed the background, lights and tripod in a corner of the room. Most of them were familiar faces from Real Madrid but I noticed a few people I didn’t know. A blond guy and a Latina women approached us raising their glasses to toast. 

"To our favorite Danish tourist !" the women said. 

"Thank you Carmen !" Sofie responded. "Carmen, this is Nicky, she’s Real Madrid photographer and a dear friend. Nicky, this is Carmen, she made me discover every corner of Madrid, basically. And this is her boyfriend Swen. I wouldn’t have settled here that well if it wasn’t to them", she sighted of emotion and went on. "But I hadn’t thought of it, Nicky’s been only here for six months, maybe you could take her around since you won’t have to look after me anymore". 

"Of course we can ! So, I can see you’ll be our photographer tonight as well ! Class !" Swen said. 

The three of us started to chat happily. Swen was attracted to arts and planned to show me new trendy places. Carmen really liked food and walks and had far too many addresses to recommend for almost anything I would want to eat, or any type of ride in and around the city. They were the first to strike a pose in the newly installed photocall. After that, we exchanged numbers and the couple went to joined other friends. 

I photographed a few people and time passed quickly. After a while, I went to the terrace to get some fresh air and leant against the guardrail, watching the city by night stretching in the horizon. I had fell in love with Madrid as well, I thought, peering at rooftop in the distance. I felt all good here and the idea of having new friends to discover more of the city warmed me.

Still, I was confused by Misa’s behavior in my car. Why hadn’t she said what she wanted ? She had seemed so troubled and became a tease the second after. Why had she changed her mind at last moment ? I felt annoyed, Misa really was hard to follow sometimes. 

"Hey…" I jumped at the voice of the goalkeeper. "You’re alright ?"

"Yeah, I’m taking a break" I responded as didn’t want to make a scene for nothing. 

"Venga" Misa pulled me to a part of the terrace sheltered from the inhabitant’s view. She took me in her arms and kissed me with passion. She tasted alcohol with a hint of coconut. I felt stiff, I couldn’t relax with so many Real Madrid members in the room next to us and Misa pulled back. 

"I feel I’ve been kind of a jerk earlier…" she began nervously. Her moves were more goofy than usual, she seemed on a good way to being drunk. She scratched her nose and put her hands on my neck. Her eyes darted across my face. "Nicky…" she muttered and kissed me one more time. My own hands rested against her torso. I was holding my breath, my eyes locked into hers. 

"Nicky…."

"Hey Misa ! Have you seen Ni…" Sofie’s voice rang from behind the goalkeeper. 

Misa froze and turned over, revealing to me the defender gagging at us. "Oh my god, I knew it !" she said smiling wide now. 

"Shhh Sofie ! Please keep your voice down", I panicked. 

"Why ? I don’t care, this is great ! But my gosh! I knew there was something between you two !"

Misa grabbed the danish girl into our more private place. “Sofie, this is serious, you have to keep it secret. Nicky could loose her job!“

Sofie looked perplexed. It was my turn to take Sofie’s arm “I can’t date Real Madrid players, it’s in my working contract. You can’t tell anybody, do you understand ?“

Sofie was gagging again and rolling her eyes “Ok ok I got it ! But what the fuck ?! Is that even legal ?“ I shrugged and she went to hug us “Oh my god, girls, I’m so happy for you! I’m gonna miss you even more“. 

“We’ll miss you too Sofie“ I said, “Where you looking for me?“ 

“Yes, a group of friend wanted a photo but I totally understand if you want to come later!” She stared at us again and chucked childishly. “ I’m glad I’m leaving you in good hands Misa”. 

But Misa was beyond being embarrassed and hided her face in her hands. 

Already frustrated by Sofie interruption, I was done with the brunette not being able to speak. “I’ll go photograph your friends. Come on Misa, let’s go back inside“.

So I retake my job at photographing the guests, with Misa, joined by Hayley, singing and dancing madly behind me. I did Sofie with a cowboy hat, Real Madrid staff with their faces cover with glitter, players dressed in neon color… Groups replaced groups for more than an hour, finishing by the two loud girls in Hawaiian shirts and sunglasses, larges cocktails in hands perfecting their looks. 

As they took poses, I noticed Misa was even messier than before. She was barely standing up without tanging. Hayley looked drunk too but less. They kept laughing as they posed more ridiculously than ever.  

When they were out of ideas, Hayley went to me “Nicky go with Misa, you have to be on some photos !”

I wasn’t temped by the prospect of leaving my camera under the care of the drunk Australian winger, but she left me no choice, dragging me into the set and placing herself behind the tripod. 

Misa handed me her sunglasses and we mimicked surfing, diving and other beach activities. It actually was fun, but I was keeping an eyes on Misa still drinking her cocktail. To conclude, Hayley asked for a classic one, so we just faced the camera arm in arm.

“All good” she said once she took the shot and started to review the photos on the camera screen. 

That’s when I felt the goalkeeper loosing balance and weight on my shoulder. “Misa ?” I tried to steady her but she immidiatly pulled away. 

“No, Nicky, alguien could vernos!” she stammered in spanglish and hold herself to a spotlight, nearly making it fall. 

“Wow Misa !” Hayley darted to her side to hold her. 

“How much you two have been drinking ?” I asked supporting Misa on the other side.

The Aussie’s glance was guilty “A few glasses, I’m not sure I know about Misa“.

“No me siento good” the goalie mumbled, looking paler and more disoriented. 

I took the cocktail from her hand and put it away “Come to lay in Sofie’s bed, it’s gonna be alright. You just drank too much.” 

Hayley and I brought her to the bedroom and made her lie down. Her cheeks were flushed red and sweaty. Hayley went out to find Sofie. 

“Nicky… disculpe, hago lo que sea.” The goalie said as I crouched at her bedside.

“Er… sorry Misa I don’t understand Spanish that good, I’m going to get you some water, ok?”

But the goalkeeper hold me near her. “Don’t go! I’m sorry…”

I grasped her moist face, speaking softer “I’m just bringing you water Sweetie.”

“Lo arruiné todo… me estoy mareando.” She let go of me but continued to mutter things in Spanish I did not understand.

I went out of the room and fell on Hayley looking completely sober now. “I told Sofie Misa is not feeling well. Hey Nicky, hum… You should know Misa’s blaming herself for having you two caught up by Sofie tonight, among other things…”

“Oh… she does? Among other things ? Did she tell you what ?”

Hayley shifted uncomfortably but her voice was reassuring “Just talk to her, but later when she’ll feel better.” 

She left me really confused. I knew Misa often blamed herself when it came to football but I couldn’t see what it had to do with me. Yes, she could have avoid kissing me next to a room full of people and drinking like a fish… maybe I did looked really annoyed.

I went back to the bedroom with the glass of water. Sofie was already there, speaking softy to the goalkeeper. I sat on the bed and handed the glass to Misa and the goalie sat up to drink. She still looked in a pretty bad shape. 

When she was done drinking, I invited her to lie her head on my lap. I wanted her to feel I didn’t hold her any grudge about Sofie knowing. The goalkeeper relaxed a little and closed her eyes. 

I crossed Sofie’s gaze clearly bubbling with excitement and tenderness, I felt my cheek blushed. “She really drank way too much” I said looking back down at the dizzy brunette. 

“I’ve never seen her drink like that. Not even after a big win. Misa’s rather serious on that usually.”

Misa’s brows furrowed and she stammered “I… serious…” 

I patted her, amused “I’m gonna take us back to my place soon, ok?”

“Hum, Nicky’s flat es muy bonito.” 

Sofie laughed “Valé Misa, you mean Nicky es bonita?“ 

“Sofie!” I protested. 

“Shh cállate Nicky…” the goalkeeper said and paused like she was gathering her thoughts. “Es verdad Nicky es bonita” she declared.

Sofie yelled in triumph and I gasped, flattered and embarrassed, feeling my face grow hot again.

Misa rolled to her side and nested herself against my stomach. “Nicky es mi secreto.” 

I bit my tongue, touched. My feelings for her choked me one more time.

“That is so cute !” Sofie was delighted but went serious, “Don’t worry, I’ll keep your secret to the grave, girls”.

***

It was noon and I was cooking eggs and bacon when Misa exited the bedroom, disheveled and her eyes puffy. 

She approached with a groan, a hand on her forehead. “I’m never drinking again”.

“You were agitated in bed all night. How’re you feeling today?“ I turned off the hob leaving the dished to finish to cook slowly. 

“Like a zombie“ she moaned and went to hug me from behind. 

“You turned my athlete girlfr… into a zombie ?“ I felt hot for having almost called her my girlfriend, I hoped she hadn’t payed attention to it. 

The goalie lifted and waved her arms like the monster, her mouth found my neck where she laid slobbery kisses and I chucked and tried to pulled away when she whispered with a freaky voice between two kisses “Your girlfriend is a zombie!“ 

“Oh…” I stopped struggling, closing my eyes, letting my brain and heart comprehend it, realize it, Misa kissing me more and with more saliva. I had never though Misa would call herself my girlfriend while drooling on me in a very disgusting way. The absurdity of the situation made me burst of laugher. 

“Stop! Misa! Stop it’s weird!” I said as I continued to laugh.

But the goalkeeper kept on licking me and growled “Soy loca Nicky, you better accept it now!”

I faced her, she looked clearly ravaged by her hangover, wearing her night thank top and short, but harbored her usual smirk. Everything about her was perfectly not perfect. I like you Misa, I wanted to say as I kissed her, half laughing. I love you. 

Still the words wouldn’t come out and I simply announced, “I made a brunch since you were not waking up. There is a salad and fruits on the table. I hope it fits in your diet.” I touched her biceps to make the point. 

“It’s perfect, gracias! I’ll go run after, I need to evacuate whatever is still in my body.” she pressed a hand on her forehead again. “Madre mia, mi cabeza!”

“There’s painkillers in the bathroom if you want.” A thought just cross my mind. “Misa, do you remember my friend Angela’s coming today ?”

“Oh, I forgot. Do you want me to go after lunch ?”

“No, in fact, I wanted you to meet her if it’s ok for you to stay until she arrives. She told me she’ll be here around 3.” 

Misa’s smile was unreadable for once. I couldn’t tell if she was pleased or embarrassed. “I think I’ll be returning from footing around 3 too. If It doesn’t bother that I take a shower while she’s here I’ll be happy to join you.”

We kept smiling at each other. Say it now, Nicky ! But Misa embraced me again, and muttered “Thank you for looking after me yesterday… I… Te… Gracias Nicky”.

I stayed buried in her arms, enjoying the moment. “De nada Sweetie. By the way, I don’t care Sofie knows about us. She’s leaving and she would never say anything anyway.” Hayley’s confession came back in my mind. She’s blaming herself… among other things. 

I took my courage, “You seemed really upset last night… Is there…” But my phone rang at that precise instant, vibrating loudly against the bar. I really had back luck with phones… “Shit! That’s Ana, my boss, I gotta take it”. 

So, I picked up the phone while Misa began to dress the table.  

“Hello Ana”

“Hello Nicky, you have a minute ?”

“Yes, of course”

“Thank you, we have a rather urgent business, Football Federation wants to make a special event for goalkeepers. I need someone to work on Misa and Léa’s portrait and to cover the event. It’s in mid July but the portraits have to be sent by the end of next week. Yes I know Misa will be on international break, so can you arrange something in the days to come ?”

“Oh, well, yes. I’ll managed but I hope it’ll fit in Misa and Léa’s schedule…”

“I’ll make sure it will, we can’t spoil that Nicky. Real Madrid have to be well represented, it’s the Federation.“

“Ok, I’m on it.”

“Thank you. When you’re done with the shooting, come to my office, we’ll talk about your further work perspectives. Good afternoon, Nicky. ”

“Thank you Ana, good afternoon.”

I hang up, sighted heavily and came to sit down at the table with Misa who had gathered everything for the brunch. 

“What was it about? I heard my name.” she asked, putting food on my plate and hers. 

“More work for both of us… I have to organize an express shooting for you and Léa.  And the three of us are going to a goalkeeper meeting in July.” I cursed and started to eat. 

“Dios mío, that kind of event is boring as fuck…” Misa devoured her meal like she hadn’t eat in days. “Have you met this Léa ?” 

“I did, she’s cool. I’m sure you’ll get along well.”

“Cool, it will be less painful.” she said, her plate almost empty.

I took a mouthful of bacon and egg. “And I think Ana will really promote me! Maybe I’ll have a raise too!“. 

“Well done Nicky!” the goalie cheered but peered at her plate. 

What the fuck was troubling Misa when it came to my job opportunities ? Hayley’s words kept coming in my head. Just talk to her. I swallowed a few more bites. Why did the phone had to ring earlier? I was ready for it. Now, I didn’t know how to initiate the taking...

“Misa ?” 

“Hum?” The goalkeeper raised her almond-shaped eyes, her thick brows interrogative. 

“I was wondering… did you… are you ok now ?” 

Misa looked at me a moment, her expression again unreadable. 

“Yes, I think I am, for now” she finished to say, smiling but looking down again and fiddling with the rest of her egg. 

Oh strange, I thought but told her “I’m glad you are. You can tell me if you’re not again, ok?”

Her brown eyes went back on mine, she sighted and responded “I will.”

“Thank you. And you can finish the bacon. Yes, I’m seeing you eyeing it for 10 minutes.”

As expected, Angela arrived before the goalkeeper’s return. I jumped in her arm and we hugged for long minutes. We were excited like crazy to see each other after so long. Angela had had an early flight but wasn’t tired so we decide to open a beer to celebrate her arrival. 

We sat at the kitchen table, chatting without stopping. My best friend told me about what was going on in her life, she updated me with two or three gossips about our common friends. We laughed a lot, the kitchen’s window wide opened let the the sun soak the room as time passed. 

More that an hour later, the doorbell rang and I stood up, rushing to the intercom.

“It’s got to be Misa returning from her footing!“

Angela opened her mouth wide. “You haven’t told me she would be here! It’s great !“ 

She side eyed me naughtily and I rolled my eyes. “Angie! Please behave!“ 

“Of course. Did you forget I’m an angel, Nicky?“

“Sure! The only angelic thing about you is your name…“ I retorted as I waited to open the entrance door. 

Misa emerged from the stairs, panting and her cheeks sparkled with red. She entered the flat, her breathing already coming back to normal. I couldn’t help but find her super hot in the sweaty light grey sport kit contrasting nicely with her tan skin. The drawn muscles of her shoulders and arms gave me nasty thoughts. 

The goalkeeper took off her earphones and swiftly kissed me on the lips. She followed me into the kitchen corner where Angela was waiting. My friend waved to her, all smiling. “Hey Misa ! Nice to meet you ! I’m Angela, or Angie, as you like, but I’m sure Nicky’s already told you my name.“

“Yeah she did, hello Angela. Nice to meet you too.“ Misa seemed really shy.

“We’re having a beer but I guess you will not. Orange juice, lemonade or coffee?“ I asked the goalie. 

“Café por favor. Do you have milk? I’ll prepare my coffee, disfurta de tu amiga Nicky.“

“It’s in the fridge, thanks sweetie.“ I snatched another kiss as she went pass me and sat back with Angela, grinning at us.  

“So Misa, what do you want to know about Nicky? I know her like I made her.“ she said with insurance. 

“Angela don’t start !“ 

The goalkeeper released a soft chuckle, putting a filter in the coffee machine. “Hummm, oh I know! What was she like when she was a kid?“. She pressed the button and leant against the kitchen work plan, her smirk back.

“Excellent question!“ Angela was gloating, I was baffled. “She was completely crazy of course. I remember when she came to my house, she wanted us to play with pens. Not to draw with them, no, pens were people. Ok we were 6 or 7. Oh, and Nicky really was an animal protector, you couldn’t squash an ant in front of her! Otherwise, she was a rather calm child.“ 

“It’s cute” The goalkeeper responded pouring coffee into a mug. 

I was hiding behind my bottle of beer. “Can we stop taking about me please!“ 

“And teenager Nicky ?“ 

“Ah! Teenager Nicky was a real geek! Always a comic or a manga under the arm. She liked to watch girls too.“

“Angie!“ I couldn’t be more embarrassed.

“She still likes it.“ Misa said. “She even made a job out of it.“ 

Angela and Misa laughed together. I couldn’t believe what was happening. They were both making fun of me like they always had known each other. “Wow, you two are so heavy…“ 

“Oh come on Nicky, I just want to know more about you!“ the goalkeeper kissed my cheek and sat with us, the coffee with milk in her hand. “Your friend is good at giving the right informations“.

“I know, thank you Misa! Let’s give a rest to Nicky.“ Angela took pity of me. She went on, asking the brunette “ When did you know you wanted to be a footballer?“ 

“At five, it was not easy as a girl but my family has always been super supportive. I could tell you about my career but you can find it on google actually.“

“You’re boasting again, sweetie.“ I teased Misa, a bit for revenge. 

“Qué? No! I wasn’t saying it like that. It’s just it's long and maybe she’s not interested!“ She put her hand on her mouth, looking really embarrassed.

“I’m joking, Misa!“ I laughed. The goalkeeper was a humble person for real. Loud but humble. She hated feeling like she was bragging. I looked at her drinking her coffee, all shy again, and thought I liked that about her too. “Misa’s a world champion, she has so many medals. She’s the best goalkeeper!” I told my best friend and the brunette’s lips corners stretched upward. 

Angela was amused. “So you have the right to boast about your girl? Anyway, that’s impressive! How’s work going for you two at the Real?“

I was afraid Angela’s question would put Misa uneasy but the brunette replied with insurance. “I’m good, I’ve signed for two more years.“

“I’ve got a lot of work but it’s cool and my boss wants a talk with me about my future in the club, so I’m really glad about everything!” I told her happily. 

“That’s great girls…“ Angela began but was cut by Misa getting up. 

“I’m going to shower.” she said, a bit awkwardly. She put her mug in the sink and went off the room. 

Once I heard the sound of the water running, I kept my voice low and told Angela, “You see? Misa shut herself every time I mention my work opportunities! I don’t get it, why isn’t she happy for me?”

“Nicky girl, you’re really that blind?” 

“What?” I was amazed by Angela’s reaction. 

My friend explained, her tone full of compassion “Misa is wanting more and you can’t give it to her if you continue to work for the Real.”

I felt a heavy load crashed in my stomach with the realization that came with Angela’s words. Why hadn’t I thought about that? Everything made sense suddenly. Her break down in my car. Her excessive drinking last night. Her difficulties to talk openly. Hayley’s warning… Still one detail prevented me from truly believing it. 

“But, I mean… does it means she likes me?” I felt my cheeks burn. 

“I’ve seen Misa for fifteen minutes and she can’t keep her eyes of you. She’s glancing in your direction every now and then. She’s super sensitive about how you’re perceiving her. She’s thoughtful but likes to tease you when she can...” 

Angela paused, drank a sip of beer, and concluded. “Misa loves you, Nicky”.

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Chapter 9 ➺ A place for words

[acheronist]

actually can you say more things about the octopus in detroit I have never understood it ._.

come here nonnie... let me spin u a yarn.... IMAGINE: the year is 1952 and these are our boys. noteable skaters include terry sawchuk (perhaps the nhl's most bonkers ass off the shits goalie of all time) as well as one of the most famous scoring player combinations, The Production Line (gordie howe / sid abel / ted lindsay)

nhl playoffs were two best-of-seven games series to win the cup, so the red wings needed to win eight games to win the cup (spoiler: they do win) but to support the team, and to represent the eight games necessary to win, two fans (who were brothers & also business owners in eastern market-- detroit's largest outdoors farmer's and grocer's market--) brought a dead octopus into the arena and tossed it onto the ice of olympia arena (which has since been demolished. rip.) for good luck with the series.

and, somehow, either by magic or coincidence or sheer ferocious dedication to their sport, the red wings end up completely shutting out the montreal canadiens during the second 4 game series and winning the cup. (2 games were shutouts, and 2 games only allowed one goal, which in and of itself was record breaking stuff for the league at the time). and then they also won the stanley cup again in the next year as well.

SO SINCE then, the tradition has evolved and grown and the octopus has become an unofficial mascot for the team, while also acting as a good luck token, and also as a martyred sacrifice to invoke the hockey gods' will to change the fate of the red wings when things look dismal, or we need a wholehearted change.

in the late 1990s when the team was a fucking dynasty of unbeatable freaks, the head zamboni driver was in charge of going out onto the ice and collecting the octopi corpses, and in a hyping-up-the-crowd move, he invented the Octopus Twirl wherein he would pick it up and twirl it over his head in a circle, which is objectively very gross and kinda eehhh :-/ by todays standards, but was cool and very fun at the time. so the nhl had to shut it down because there would be little bits of octopi corpse debris scattered and schlopped around the ice and it was technically a danger for the skaters. anyways people loved this bit though and so the unofficial octopus mascot was thusly named Al, after the zamboni driver, and we had this fucking thang ⬇️ that descended down from the ceilings during playoffs just so nobody ever forgot THIS IS FUCKING HOCKEYTOWN BABEEEEYYYYYY

also notably, when the joe louis arena (the team's long term arena after the olympia had been demolished) was next on the chopping block after decades of being the latest winning roster's home away from home, 35 octopi were tossed onto the ice during the last game as a farewell but also a promise that better things would come for the team. since the JLA was demolished tho, the teams luck tanked a lot and we have not been even remotely good for quite a few years due to UM, A LOT OF THINGS, WHICH IS ANOTHER ESSAY I CAN WRITE FOR YOU, but finally the team is getting genuinely competitive and fun to watch again. but regardless of this flop era behavior, there have still definitely been octopi getting tossed onto the ice because well... we love the team despite it all and always want the best for them !

🥅🏒🐙

hope this helps mwah mwah mwah

[ac-liveblogs]

Munchen Bastard vs Manshine City: The Finale

This panel is inexplicably hilarious to me. Isagi reflects so calmly on that batshit match like he and Kaiser were being completely normal and reasonable. That was an average match. Nothing to see or comment on there.

Is it still a technical foul if the one you're assaulting is on your own team? Anyway.

...god, I want to see what Blue Lock TV has to say about that one. You know it's wild when Nagi and Reo go full uh... Nagi and Reo, and they're still not the biggest trainwreck ('most interesting') of a duo on the field.

Ego talking about Nagi's goal as a one-hit wonder is interesting, because I think he's right that Nagi will never be able to replicate it. Nagi could barely keep that same energy going for the match he was already in, let alone another one. Nagi, whose only real faults read as 'just less experienced than everyone else', seems to finally be getting a real flaw he'll have to work on - motivation. Which is interesting, right, given his motivation is supposed to be getting the world cup with Reo - but that's not a big enough driver to keep him really going? Episode Nagi's reframing of events seems mildly contradictory in that way. Guess we'll see how it goes.

Suddenly, Yukimiya. You know a guy is screwed when he starts saying shit like "god never gives you more than you can handle!" He can pretend he's gonna be a player all he wants, I don't think he's coming back in any major capacity.

Oh yeah, speaking of Isagi blasting past people regardless of their sad backstories, Sae is inevitably going to be Isagi's midfielder later, right? Because screw Rin, right? That's awesome, I can't wait.

I don't know much about soccer, but as a 'playmaker' who is very good at strategic passing, would Isagi be better off as a midfielder like Sae? Is that a criminal thing to say. I'm sorry. Isagi's just really bad at actually scoring goals lately. Maybe he should refocus. Since he apparently thinks he doesn't need any special moves to get one over on Kaiser, he might want to build the skillset he definitely already has. (amazed at Isagi's hyper-confident bullshit).

Kaiser just like. Ruined a goal. For his own teammate. Is that legal? Should it be illegal? Obviously this shit can only happen in Blue Lock but is it REALLY something sponsors are gonna like like. 'oh yeah that's a good team player that guy he'll work really well in a team', REALLY?

I guess teams only seem to consist of like max. four relevant people at any one time so what does it matter... the author only sometimes remembers Chigiri and Kunigami are around... particularly insulting for Kunigami all things considered.

Actually, it'd be so cool if Kira reappears after Wild Card as a final joker card boss or something. I'd love that. Please do that. I'll be sad if that doesn't happen now.

Just once, I want to see these jackasses go up against a really competent goalie. I want Kaiser Impact stopped dead. Just once. Please.

For real though, it does make their soccer feel pretty 'incomplete' that other players like that aren't really accounted for. These guys don't feel like they're training to go up against really competent defense or anything. Maybe the author just doesn't think it exists. I don't know.

Backstory: I played soccer for two years in primary school, and the first year I was defense. Our forwards were so competent the ball very rarely came anywhere near us, so I didn't have to be good or anything. It's not like I could do much if it did. So my soccer experience is entirely consistent with Blue Lock, but that doesn't mean I have to like it! Why are these pro athletes on the same level as me at age 10!

Ness is so funny. I want to see his Kaiser stan account's deranged blogging of the entire Blue Lock experience.

I love that Isagi thought so hard he passed out. "Metavision" is so funny.

One, why is Noa's bedroom some sci-fi alien ship. Two, why was Isagi taken THERE when he passed out. Did Ego just like. Not fund an infirmary? Is that where Blue Lock cut costs? I'd buy it.

Noa's just watching his team burn with a completely impassive face. Man he does not give a SHIT, I bet he's loving Kaiser getting assaulted by some random high schooler.

The idea that Ego ever actually played soccer is bonkers to me. Like, it makes perfect sense. But I don't buy it. Seeing that guy in soccer shorts will actually make my brain melt out my ears.

But of course Blue Lock, designed to attract/produce guys that are not even remotely normal about each other, was founded by a guy that is also not normal about another dude. Phenomenal stuff.

Bastard Munchen's sponsors watching Isagi and Kaiser brutalise each other on the field like "yeah we want that all the time actually"

I expected Shidou to rank much higher given his U-20 showing. How is he so much lower than Rin? Does Rin just knock him unconscious before every match?

If I were told I had the same worth as Ness I think I'd kill myself.

LET'S GO BAROUUUUUU

[joanofexys]

Hi! Sorry for randomly dropping anon into ur inbox, but I’m kind of in love with ur oc’s and I was wondering if you could tell me more abt Ilya? Ik u said they’re just some guy from Penn state and for some reason that really intrigues me lol.

Never apologize I love anons and I'm so flattered you like my little guys. Also sorry this is gonna take a minute and there will be many typos cause I'm typing one handed on my laptop while eating an icecream/my cat tries to steal my icecream bar, not that you needed that info

ANYWAY litte recap on Ilya:

22 years old

5'5

he/they, transman

youngest of 4, has all sisters

Played for Penn State

Now plays for Olympic Court

Goalie

Number 7

I haven't decided on what he majored in yet

Yeah he really is just some guy. He's the only athlete really in his family. One of his older sisters ran track in high school, but otherwise their family is full of musician. Dad is a middle school orchestra teacher, mom is a music professor, his sisters all went into the arts. He can play a, quite frankly, ridiculous amount of instruments and he enjoys them all but he's not particularly passionate about it.

His parents signed him up for little league exy because he saw exy on the tv once and wouldn't shut up about it/was begging them to play. His parents just wanted all of their kids to be happy so they caved very quickly and Ilya developed an intense passion for the sport that obviously never went away.

Ilya's oldest sister (Liliya) is 7 years older than him, the other one 4 years older (Kateryna or just Kat), and the sister after (Tanya) that only a year and a half older. They're all incredibly close despite any age gaps while also very much having a dynamic of lovingly bullying each other

Ilya kind of always knew he was trans and they were always in a safe space to express it. His parents used to joke that they had "3 girls and an Ilya" and they didn't even bat an eye when as a kid he went straight for the "boys clothes" and asked to be called a prince instead of a princess and only responded to being called a boy. At school it was different, in elementary school other kids didn't care but the teachers could be weird about it, and then as a teen other kids started getting mean about it. But his parents and their sisters were always accepting and they filled their house with enough love that Ilya never thought about being closeted or pretending to be someone he wasn't.

He gets recruited to Penn State's team as their starting goalkeeper as an openly trans athlete. His team's respectful for the most part. There are some people who just don't seem to get it, but they're never outright rude or transphobic to him. There are sometimes snide remarks and something Not Cool said on accident and Ilya is always quick to correct it and most of his teammates are decent enough to apologize and try to do better

And he talks A Lot about being a trans and generally queer athlete. He's happy to be one of those people out and proud for everyone who can't be. Ilya has always, unapologetically, taken up space. Not even focused on his queerness, just in the way he exists as a person. If he's in a room you're going to know he's there and you're probably going to know their every thought as well.

They care a lot and they take everything to heart. They're very much a "don't cry cause you'll make me cry" type of person. He's much more willing to take on people's pain and share their burdens than he probably should be.

And he has zero filter. While he's absolutely paving the way as a queer athlete and he has a lot to say to the press about that his press time also has to be limited because he will just say shit. He has insulted other teams, insulted specific players, shared information that he definitely shouldn't have, said "fuck" on camera too often to keep count, and a lot more. He is keeping the Penn State vs Edgar Allan Ravens twitter discourse alive and well with all the shit that comes out of his mouth

He makes his best friend his junior year. She's a sophomore named Alice and she's a defensive dealer. Her sophomore year she comes as trans, MTF, and Ilya is the first person she tells becuase he's one of the only queer people she knows. After that they're pretty much attached at the hip and Ilya would kill and die for her. Her family isn't super accepting so he takes her home with him for the holidays. His family becomes hers and they're more than happy to add one more girl to the family.

Ilya makes court right after he graduates and it's with Jude, Em, Mara, Florian. you know the drill at this point. They're the ones I never shut up about. And I think I'll largely be repeating myself and I don't want to be annoying with that so we'll stop there

Some other fun things about Ilya though:

he never learned how to ride a bike. he will never ride a bike. fuck no (he fell over and scraped his knee once and despite all the balls to the head playing exy that was his breaking point for some reason and he never got on a bike again)

he's a cat person

he teaches Florian ASL and it's the main they talk to each other cause Florian likes to go nonverbal

they were such a huge fan of Jude it took everything in them to not be starstruck when the two first met

the two instruments they stuck with were the violin and the piano

they have an addiction to strawberries

is almost always playing jazz music on a vinyl when they're home/have people over

he has a shitty autograph and Flor has begged him to "get better handwriting" since he signs so much stuff but he's fine with it being an unreadable disaster (Florian's autograph in comparison is gorgeous)

he is an unapologetic foxes stan after they win finals

[hockybish]

Birthday

l Lover au l Cole x Kylie l masterlist l

March 20, 2018

the first time Cole met Kylie was when she surprised Trevor on their birthday. they were having a little party with cake and maybe a few beers that someone snuck in. Trevor was very surprised and everyone got to meet his twin sister.

"Everyone this is Ky the smartest person in the world." Trevor giggled pointing at Kylie. "Ky this is Jack, Alex, Cole, Cam, Matt, and um oh that's Bean!" he looked around the room at his teammates and friends plus the girl he really liked.

"hi" Kylie smiled and gave a little wave when introduced before she was quickly yank away. Trevor quickly shoved her towards Spencer.

"wow. she's um" Jack scratched the back of his neck, a slight blush danced around cheeks.

"hot?" cam interjected, they were watching Kylie smile and flirt with the tall goalie boy who she's known for forever.

"i mean yeah but, we shouldn't right?"

"no z would kill us"

"you guys are gross." Bean commented turning to Alex and grab his hand. An action that did not go unnoticed by Trevor, he saw her peck his friend on the cheek, and his smile faultered a bit before he turned back to his sister.

Cole just watched and listened to his friends. Kylie was pretty. But he didn't like her like that, like the way his friends did. he did however think she was really cool and wanted to be her friend.

"Hi. I'm Cole" He found a quiet moment to reintroduce himself to Kylie. "Happy Birthday by the way."

"Kylie." She shyly smiled smirked, taking his hand and shaking it. "And thank you. It's just another trip around the world, ya know?"

"Get anything cool? For your birthday I mean"

"Not really mainly the trip here." She shrugged, not letting the lack of present affect her at all.

"Wait a second." It was her birthday and even thought he didn't have anything really to give her like like he had for her brother, he still wanted to give her something but his pocket were empty.

And then he remembered. He had a couple of bracelets on his wrist, they weren't anything serious and figured one of them would make the pefect last minuted gift. He held one out for her.

"You didn't have to give me anything." Kylie smiled again accepting the bracelet. It was one of those bracelets that you had to tie on and were made by tying knots with embroidery floss.

"Nonsense, everyone deserves a present on their birthday." he tied the piece of jewelry on her wrist. It fit perfectly.

"One time I started opening my older brother's presents and apparently I wouldn't give it back. My parents had to get another one."

"Oh my god, Trevor would do that all time, and it wasn't just my birthday presents, it was Christmas too." Kylie laughed. This Cole kid was pretty nice, a bit short, but nice. She liked him.

"Have you have of the cake yet, I heard Mrs.Hughes made it."

"I'm not really a cake person" Cole admitted, to which Kylie agreed with him. "You know, I think they have some cookies somewhere in the kitchen, wanna dig around for them?"

[shoyoist]

i’ve been okay thank you <33 WAHA i’ve gotten more hyperfixations along the way BUT got more obsessed with blue lock too! i’ve been thinking abt the papas from blue lock so so so much AND I CANT STOP THINKING ABT A PAPA RIN. PAPA RINNNNNNN

— 🫖

PAPA RIN <3333 omgg okay my thoughts on him!

to me he's a bit like papa kageyama — but while kags is a girl dad rin would be a boy dad. two boys, actually. he's shy and not exactly sure how to handle the little balls of energy when they're squabbling over who gets to play games with daddy first. he's a little nervous because he wants to treat his kids equally on all terms, wants to give them both the same amount of love and very desperately!!! wants them to get along with eachother.

his boys are surprisingly lively and loud, always tugging at his shirt or his hands and telling him to come play, come play!! and they love football. their favourite thing is when rin agrees to show them his coolest tricks! they sit aside (and you sometimes join them) to watch him score the most wicked goals and even tho there's no goalie or opponents in his way to make it look like a real shot, it's still so cool!!

rin also gets super duper flustered when his kids cheer so loud for scoring easy shots like that. they make such a big deal out of how good he is. they don't know it makes him shy, ofc — but you know your husband well enough to look for the tell-tale flush of his ears as he steps aside to let the boys get the ball, wiping his face with the neck of his shirt.

when you pull him aside and give him a knowing giggle, he's all like “what? ತ⁠_⁠ತ” but he also blushes harder at the same time <3 give him a lil kiss and tell him he's such a good father and he just. melts. <33

[misshoneyimhome]

It’s no fun to score without a goalie 

Summary; Auston Matthews always takes what he wants.

Tags: Auston Matthewsxreader; naughty!Auston; cheating;

Warnings: alcohol consumption, sexual behaviour; (18+);

A/N: I think my new favourite tag will be Naughty!Auston - It's got so much potential ;)

*

The music was loud as it throbbed through the night club, drowning out everything else. You were dancing with two of your friends, enjoying a night out, your hips swaying sensually and your hair swishing to the rhythm of the beat.

You were having a great time.

You were tipsy but not overly intoxicated. You'd had a couple of drinks at the pre-party and maybe a few shots after entering the club.

You were out with the significant others of the Toronto Maple Leafs ice hockey team, a group you'd been a part of for a little over a year now.

You had been invited to a couple of games and events by a friend of yours, who happened to be a second cousin or something like that to Morgan Reilly.

You enjoyed hanging out with the team very much. They were all very sociable and outgoing with a high level of energy.

And one person in particular had caught your eye: Auston Matthews, one of the best players on the team, if not in the entire NHL.

But he was simply a really good friend. Your intense energies seemed to match, and his sense of humour aligned perfectly with yours.

And everyone seemed to notice how well the two of you got along. Not many people could keep up with Auston's attitude, but you could. You could put him in his place when he was being a twit, and he could do the same to you.

But he never showed more interest in you. Besides, he's Auston Matthews—aka, way out of your league.

So, you settled for less: Trevor.

A lad from your childhood group of friends, but not a part of the Maple Leafs' group. He'd shown no interest in joining the world of hockey, as he was more of a "football fan" - as he put it.

And it's not like he was an unattractive person, but he was not in the same league as Auston. Trevor wasn’t as tall as Auston, and his features weren’t as Greek God, Adonis like – but he was attractive enough.  

In addition, he was the "I used to be popular in high school, so I'm still cool" kind of guy. His level of intelligence was limited, and he often seemed narrow-minded and careless.

However, he was sweet enough around you, and he was always there when you needed him. Well, most of the time.

But tonight, he wasn't there.

Tonight, you were out having a good time with your girlfriends and some guy friends.

And one of those guys was Auston.

He had been sitting in the booth, participating in the group's conversation, but he'd also kept an eye on you all night.

Though you were too occupied in dancing with your friends to notice, he ensured you were okay from a distance.

You looked amazing tonight.

You exuded confidence in your outfit, and your beautiful smile radiated nothing but happiness. Your hips moved seductively, and your little tight, black, lacy dress accentuated your curves.

It wasn't fair.

It wasn’t fair that you were looking so damn good, and you were dancing like that, when he was sitting nearby, being able to see you. Auston was mesmerised by your every move, and all he wanted to do was go and place his hands on you, sway his hips with yours, gently place kisses on the bare skin of your neck, and make you moan out softly, when you’d feel his member slowly growing hard for you.

The fact that someone was waiting for you at home was why Auston stayed put in his seat. That person made you feel carefree, so you could have fun without the pressure to impress or attract anyone.

And you were oblivious to it all. You had no idea just how much Auston yearned for you, how badly he wanted to feel your touch, and how he'd stand up to anyone who dared to flirt with you.

However, Auston wasn't entirely certain why his desire for you burned so fiercely; perhaps it was because you were off-limits to him, even though he could have had any other girl in the room.

He'd always found you incredibly attractive and sexy; it all started on that first day he met you at a somewhat wild off-season party. You were wearing a little black dress just like tonight and some striking red heels that had made him go feral.

Your confidence and occasionally over-energetic personality had always been something he loved. You were often the bright spot in even the gloomiest of days, and with your smile, you could probably light up Toronto after dark.

And you had made Auston desperate.

**

As the song came to an end, you let out a sigh and decided it was time for a break. You felt a bit warm and slightly sweaty from all the dancing, so you informed your friends that you were going to freshen up and catch your breath.

Making a brief stop at the bar for a refill, you headed straight for the ladies' room with a fresh drink in your hand.

As you gazed at yourself in the mirror, a smile crept onto your face. This night out was exactly what you had needed.

It was one of those nights where you didn't have to concern yourself with Trevor and his annoying friends. He wasn't around to dampen your spirits or lecture you about having one drink too many. Simultaneously, you weren't out to impress anyone or seek attention. Flirting and trying to catch someone's eye weren't even on your mind.

No, tonight was solely about you and having a blast with your friends.

That is until a soft knock on the door disrupted your revelry.

A little startled, you called out, "Someone's in here."

But the knocking persisted.

Feeling a bit tipsy and curious, you decided to open the door, and there he stood—Auston Matthews.

Your breath caught as he stared at you intensely with those deep, dark eyes, his tall frame dressed in a stylish yet relaxed suit. The scent of his captivating cologne hung in the air, and your bodies were closer than they'd ever been.

"Mind if I join you?" he asked casually, though there was a hint of determination in his tone. Before you could even gather your thoughts to reply, he used his size to gently push you back into the room and swiftly locked the door behind him.

Puzzled and a little startled, you allowed him to guide you, and before you knew it, you found yourself backed against the counter.

"What... what are you up to?" you stammered nervously as Auston continued to press his body against yours, his head lowering so you could feel his warm breath on your skin.

Usually, you wouldn't get this flustered around Auston, but this was uncharted territory.

"Just making a move," he said with a dark chuckle. His lips hovered dangerously close to yours, and it took all your willpower not to bridge the gap. "You were dancing pretty seductively - all for me?"

Words failed you. For the first time around him, you were rendered utterly speechless. And you couldn't deny that you were undeniably intrigued. Yet, you hesitated.

"Auston..." you almost whispered, your voice trembling, "I have a boyfriend."

"Mmm, I'm well aware," he replied, offering a cheeky smirk.

"Then- then why are you doing this?"

He'd had plenty of opportunities in the past year to make a move like this. Trevor had only entered the picture three months ago. Why now?

"Because it's no fun to score without a goalie," he simply replied with a dark, husky voice that sent a shiver running down your spine.

And with that, his lips were on yours in a fiercely battle. You were fighting for air as his tongue slipped into your mouth and dominated yours. His hands were all over your body, from your hips to your breasts and to cup your face.

You clutched the fabric of his shirt as you leaned more and more into the heated make-out session. But needing to catch your breath, you forced yourself to pull back.

"Auston, we can't..." you breathed out, though you didn't even sound like you believed your own words.

With his strong arms and without saying a word, he spun you around, making you face the mirror and place your hands on the counter. He moved your hair to one side of your head, then slowly began to place soft kisses on your neck.

You slightly tilted your head to one side, providing him better access, lightly closing your eyes as you were mesmerised by his touch.

"Can't what?" he spoke softly yet somewhat dominantly in between kisses. "This?"

His kisses increased, and he started to lightly bite down into your skin; he knew he was leaving marks, which worked according to plan.

"Yes..." you murmured - but your moans told a different story.

Auston moaned into your skin, as he slowly slid his hands up against your inner thigh, and lightly his fingers made their way between your legs and brushed against your core.

“Or this?” He smirked as you let out another, a little louder moan.

You knew it was wrong, yet I felt so right.

And you knew he had you completely under his spell.