#i am NOT speaking at the awards ceremony

[foragergnome]

urrghh i wanna draw so bad but that would mean getting up and . errmm

[whimsiwitchy]

he's hooked (oneshot)

hugh jackman x actress!reader

summary: y/n is an actress in her early 20’s. after having the best night of her career, Hugh Jackman introduces himself. the two stars hook up in the venue's bathroom and for y/n it was nothing but a one night stand. However, Hugh becomes obsessed and can’t let her go so easily.

warnings: use of y/n, she/her pronouns, age gap (22/55), smut, protected vaginal penetration, dirty talk, reader is kinda cocky, hugh is very persistent, reader mentions age gap a lot, oral (f receiving), one use of daddy (in a playful way), bathroom sex.

authors note: y'all I am trying my absolute best to write smut. this is my second attempt and while i'm not super proud of it, I am proud of myself for trying. practice makes perfect I guess lol. anyways, I hope you enjoy. (sorry if it sucks butt) love y'all <33

 Tonight felt like a dream. It was the 97th Academy Awards and you had won your first Oscar for best actress. When your name was called, you were completely shocked. The category was filled with nominees that you had looked up to your entire life and you genuinely thought you had no shot of winning. You were completely honored to win such an award so early into your career. After the ceremony was over, most of the attendees made their way over to the Oscars Governors Ball, which was one of the few after parties that are held annually after the event. It felt surreal to be in a place full of Hollywood's biggest names and it was even crazier that you were now one of them. You were currently sitting at the bar waiting for a drink when a deep accented voice spoke. “Congratulations on your big win tonight. You deserve it.” When you look over to see who was speaking, you’re met with a very handsome Hugh Jackman. “Oh thank you. Congrats to you too, best actor.” Your tone is teasing yet sincere. “I’m Hugh.” He offers his hand to shake, which you take. “I know who you are, Mr.Jackman. I’m y/n.” You shake his hand firmly, letting it go right after. “I know who you are, Ms. y/l/n.” He joked back and you let out a small laugh. You look forward as the bartender sits your drink in front of you and you give him a quick thank you. From the corner of your eye, you can see Hugh’s eyes trail your body. “Did you just check me out?” You turn your head to face him. “It’s hard not to when you look that good.” Hugh says without missing a beat. “Aren’t you married? I don’t think your wife would appreciate you hitting on a twenty two year old.” You give him an accusing look. He lifts his left hand, showing off his bare ring finger. “I'm divorced, babe.” You almost miss the smirk that rests on his bearded face. 

“Hm. Well in that case, there are plenty of beautiful women here your own age here that would happily go home with you tonight. Maybe you should flirt with them.” You turn back to your drink, taking a long sip through the skinny straw. “None of them are as pretty as you. You’re the most gorgeous woman here by far.” You let out a laugh of disbelief. “Bye Hugh Jackman. It was nice meeting you.” You slowly climb down the tall ball stool and grab your drink. Before you can walk off, Hugh calls your name, causing you to turn back towards him. “I’d love to take you out to dinner sometime.” He smiles and you’d be lying if you said the sight didn’t make your heartbeat stutter. “You know that Real Steel was my favorite movie when I was like eleven. Does that make my age more apparent to you or do you not care?” He furrows his brows, pretending to think for a moment. “Hm. I don’t think I care very much.” You laugh, dropping your head. “You’re unbelievable.” He smiles. “So is that a yes?” “No.” You smile and walk away. 

—

Your friend Kayleigh was ranting to you about a technical issue that happened during her performance earlier in the night and you were trying your best to pay attention. Sometime in between the chat you had with Hugh and now, he had removed the black suit jacket he had on. The sleeves of his white button up dress shirt were rolled up, showing off his large forearms, his biceps peaking out slightly. It was overly distracting. “Girl what the fuck are you staring at?” She moves her head around trying to match your staring gaze. “Y/n please don’t tell me you're staring at that old man right now.” You give her a sheepish look. “God, straight people are so fucking weird.” She sighs. “It’s not weird. He’s kinda hot.” You admit. “Whatever you say. Why don’t you just go talk to him? I’m almost positive he’d fuck you if you ask.” You look back over to where Hugh is talking to some older woman, just like you had suggested. “I kinda already turned him down. Well, not for sex. He asked me to dinner.” Her face scrunches up. “Ew. He’s like older than your parents.” You laugh. “Is it bad that I find that hot?” She nods. “Yes y/n. That’s like really fucking weird dude.” You ignore her. “Should I go try to get him to fuck me?” You ask, genuinely wanting her opinion. “If that’s really what you’re into these days, go for it. I’m highly disgusted by you right now though.” You stand up and grab the small clutch you had with you. “Eh. You’ll get over it. You’ll be okay on your own for a little bit?” She gives you a thumbs up and you make your way over to Hugh and the woman he was speaking to. 

“Hi, sorry to interrupt.” You apologize and turn to Hugh. “Could I talk to you alone for a moment?” He looks confused and completely caught off guard. “Uh, yea.” He turns to the woman. “It was nice to catch up with you.” She says something back that you don’t catch, too busy staring at the vein that is basically jumping out of Hugh’s arm. “You wanted to talk to me?” His words bring you out of your thirsting trance. “Follow me.” You grab his hand, dragging him through a door and into a hallway. “Where are we going?” He asks, taken aback by your lack of plan. “I’m not sure.” You say as you continue to drag him. “Y/n slow down, we can talk here. There’s no one out here.” He stops walking and it makes you tumble back, his grip on your hand stopping you from continuing forward. “We need somewhere private.” His confused expression only deepens. “I don’t know how much more private this can get darling. If it’s really that much of a secret, we can stop talking if someone comes by.” He offers and you huff. “I don’t actually wanna talk Hugh.” 

“You’re confusing me here darling.” You wiggle your hand out of his and raise it to your head in frustration. “I want you to fuck me.” You look at him and his eyes go wide. “I’m sorry…what?” “If you don’t want to, that's fine, we can go back.” Your confidence began to falter. “Wait, that’s not what I'm saying.” 

“So you want to fuck me?” He takes a moment to think before answering.

“Yes.” 

“Then help me find somewhere private.” The two of you make your way down the never ending hallway, checking every door you see. Hugh opens a door and closes it, making his way down the hallway. Seeing as it was the only door that opened so far, you went to check it yourself and saw that it was an empty bathroom. “Why’d you keep going, this is perfect.” You shout at him. “I’m not fucking you in a bathroom.” He looks at you like that was obvious. “Well it’s not like we have any other options. Come on.” You go inside and wait for him. Once he’s inside you motion to the door. “Lock it.” You tell him. “We’re really doing this?” He asks, confirming. “Unless you don’t want to.” He takes a pause before speaking again. “Get your pretty ass over here.” He growls. 

You walk over to him slowly. He pulls you close to him once you’re in arms reach and you look up at him through your lashes. “Too damn sexy for your own good.” He whispers before leaning down and locking his lips with yours. The feeling of his beard against your skin was addicting. The kiss was slow at first, both of you testing the waters with each other. It was you who begged to enter his mouth, tongue sliding against his lips. You didn’t want to come off so desperate but you needed more from him. His large hands slid down to your ass, giving it a tight squeeze that has you gasping. His tongue dives into your mouth, exploring every crevice. It’s messy but it’s hot. “Jump.” He commands and you listen. His hands grab the back side of your thighs and he walks you over to the counter, sitting you down inbetween two of the sinks. His lips are back on yours the moment your body touches the cold surface. 

“You sure you want to do this baby?” He asks. “Positive.” You breathe out. Hugh bends down, sitting on both of his knees. Grabbing your ankle, he gives kisses to the skin that your heel doesn’t cover. He moves upward, leaving long sensual kisses up your calf and thigh, raising the end of your dress as he goes. As simple as the gesture was, it felt erotic, never having a man take this kind of care with you before. His lips move higher, curving with your leg until he’s hovering above your pussy. “You’re wet already baby?” His voice is cocky and if it weren’t for the heat of his breath making your mind foggy, you would’ve called him out on it. He gives the wet spot on your panties a shy kiss. The act has you letting out a quiet moan, sounding louder from the echo of the bathroom. He slips a finger behind the cotton of your underwear and tugs at it while looking up at you. “Can I take these off?” He asks, finger still tugging the fabric dangerously close to where you need him the most. “Yes.” It’s breathy but it gets the job done because Hugh moves his head up, grabbing the top of the fabric with his teeth. He starts to tug your panties down, using one of his hands to help the other side. You lift your body slightly as Hugh pulls them down farther. When they’re all the way off, Hugh sits back with your panties hanging from the big toothy smile he's wearing. The sight was definitely going to be what you pictured the next time you touched yourself. 

“Oh fuck me..” He grabs your panties from his teeth and slides them into his back pocket. “Mhm. not yet, baby. Wanna eat your pretty pussy first.” He leans back in between your legs, lips ghosting over your heat. “So perfect.” He whispers as he kisses each pussy lip three times before finally kissing your clit. “Mhmm, please Hugh.” His tongue slides from your opening to your bud teasingly slow. You can feel his beard scratching the sensitive skin but it only adds to the pleasure. He swirls his tongue around your clit a few times before sucking it into his lips, the feeling causes you to jerk your hips. His hands, that were gently holding your ankles, moved up to hold your hips down. His mouth moves down to your opening, tongue plunging in and out a few times before moving back up to your clit. You hadn’t even noticed that one of his hands moved from your hip until you felt one of his fingers dip into you slowly. He curls the finger and moves it back and forth at an unexpectedly fast pace. Before you can adjust to it, he’s adding another finger and it all becomes too much. “Fuck..I’m gonna cum.” Your words are mixed with moans. He doesn't let up, his tongue and fingers speeding up and it has you cumming hard around his fingers, loud moans feel the air. He gives your pussy one last kiss before leaning back and removing his fingers. When you can fully see his face, it is a sight to see. His salt and pepper beard is covered in your slick, lips glossy. 

“Want you to see how good you taste darling.” He says while moving his two fingers to your lips. You open your mouth and stick out your tongue, taking his fingers in your mouth slowly. Hugh hisses as you suck around his fingers, tongue swirling around each one.  Once you're confident that they’re clean, you grab his wrist and take his fingers out of your mouth with a pop. “You still gonna fuck me old man or did you already cum in your pants?” You joke with him. He stands up, both knees popping in the process. Just as you're about to laugh and make fun of him some more, he grabs you off of the counter to stand you up. He turns you around and bends you over the counter. “You keep talking like you weren’t the one staring at me for an hour before asking me to fuck you.” He goes to undo his belt buckle and you shiver at the sound. You're looking back at him through the mirror. “Whatever.” You reach over to your clutch and open it, grabbing a condom. You reach back and hold it back to Hugh. “Here, put this on.” He grabs it with a questioning look. “Why were you carrying condoms?” You roll your eyes and rest your head in your hands, elbows propped up. “Can you mind your business and fuck me already. I’m getting bored.” You were lying right through your teeth. You were far from bored but you wanted to keep the whole ‘hard to get’ game going a little longer.

You watch him open the condom and see his arms move as he rolls it down his cock. As bad as you wished you could see him fully but it was kind of exciting- not knowing what you were about to get. “How do you want me baby?” He asks, looking at you through the mirror. You get a small glimpse of his dick as he slaps it across your ass. “Give me all you got daddy.” He smirks and shakes his head at the name. He lines up his member with your entrance and slides in slowly. Once he’s bottomed out, he doesn’t wait long before he’s slamming back into you. The stretch stings slightly and you hadn’t expected him to be so big. He slaps your ass hard and you yelp in response. You drop your head down at the pleasure. “Nuh uh. Look at me while I fuck you baby.” You raise your head to look at Hugh through the mirror again. “That’s it. Look at how pretty you look getting fucked by an old man.” You couldn’t help but listen to him. Hugh was fucking you dumb and you couldn’t think straight. His balls hitting your clit was what sent you over the edge for a second time. “Please don’t stop Hugh mhmmm fuck baby. I’m cumming, please don’t stop, baby.” Your moans match the rhythm of his hips, each thrust knocking the air out of you with its force. “Just like that sweet girl. Fuck not gonna last much longer.” Even after your high, the pleasure continues as Hugh chases his own. You push your hips back, meeting his thrust. The act makes Hugh moan. “Mhm, I'm gonna cum baby.” His hands squeeze your hips, thrusts getting sloppy as he cums. 

The two of you stay quiet as you both freshen up and try to make it less noticeable that you two left to have sex. You push yourself up onto the counter, sitting lazily as you watch Hugh toss his hair around. “Can you kiss me again?” You ask Hugh. He smiles and walks over to stand in between your legs. He grabs your cheeks and kisses you. “Mhm. You're a good kisser.” The compliment is sincere. You could kiss his lips for hours if he’d let you. He hums. “So, are you gonna let me take you out now?” You look in his eyes and smile. “Hugh we can’t. This was fun and it was good sex but that’s all it was.” “Why can’t we?” He’s quick with his words. “It’s just not practical Hugh. I think you're handsome and you seem like a sweet guy but I'm too young for you. The press would tear us apart quicker than we got together.” You explain. “Fuck the press. Let me take you out and get to know you at least.” You sigh. “I’m sorry Hugh. I can’t.” You offer him a small smile. “I’m not gonna stop trying. You’re too good to lose.” He kisses your cheek. “I should get back out there. I have a friend waiting for me.” He steps back, letting you hop down from the counter. “Bye Hugh Jackman.” You give him a small peck on the lips before leaving the bathroom. 

— 

A few weeks later, you were on set for the newest film you were working on. You’d just arrived an hour earlier and were sent to your trailer to get ready for the first scene. When you walked through the door, you were greeted with a bouquet of wildflowers and a note that read:

I can’t stop thinking about you. -H.J (xxx) xxx-xxxx

tag list: @prettycoolgirl, @nonamevenus, @godlypresley, @pedroscurls, @evasmlp, @bluetimeombre, @sue8724, @princessanglophile, @kellyxo1, @ccmoonshine, @hughverine, @chronicallybubbly, @realhotgirlshitah, @aurlavr, @almosthumongousfunsblog, @wolviesgirl, @flirtyjen, @lilgrinchbitch, @majesticalcocoa, @liamdasimp, @needz1nk, @squishyfruitloop, @afra-ww, @veru-boom

[pickingupmymercedes]

Boy from Stevenage - Lewis Hamilton

pairing: Lewis Hamilton x Reader!

warnings: none, tooth rooting fluff, Lewis being vulnerable

wordcount: +1K

a/n: Felt like fluff was due, so totally self-indulgent nonsense I wrote after hearing bits of his speach for his GQ Awards.

As always, I'm open for feedback, come say hi!

______________________________________________________________

You leaned against the doorway as Lewis moved restlessly across the room, his brow furrowed with concentration. A braid kept falling into his face, and he kept tucking it behind his ear. He muttered to the reflection in the mirror, his expression serious as he practiced his speech for the GQ Awards ceremony, rehearsing it with the same intensity he would study race tracks.

A smile tugged at your lips. It was endearing, this nervous energy that usually only manifested before a race, and that so few got to see, filling the master bathroom of his NYC apartment. Tonight, however, the only race was against his stubborn desire to perfectly deliver his message.

When he finally sighed in frustration, you decided to fully enter the room. He caught your reflection in the mirror, and his face softened, the tension momentarily lessened.

"Hey," you tilted your head, offering a small smile.

He straightened, taking a deep breath. "Hi. How long have you been there?"

You shrugged, reaching for the fingers that gripped the marble. "A minute or two. Just… watching the master at work."

He gave a self-deprecating laugh. "More like a nervous wreck."

He gestured vaguely to the crumpled paper clutched in his hand. "Do you think it's alright? I don't want to sound… pompous."

You reached out for him, turning his face to look him in the eye, your fingers smoothing the worry lines on his brow with your thumb. "Lewis," you started, your voice soft. "Nobody's going to think you're pompous. They're going to be captivated."

His eyes, the warm brown that stole your breath every time, met yours with a glint of nervousness. "You really think so?"

A soft smile and chuckle spread through your features. It was a challenge, putting your admiration for him into words. You weren’t one for grand gestures or over-the-top declarations. It was in the quiet moments, the shared understanding, the unspoken language that existed only between the two of you that you showed him how much he meant to you.

"They'll all be in love with you," you finally said, a loving spark in your eyes. "Just like I am."

He chuckled, a hint of relief washing over him. "Smooth, (Y/N)."

You took his hand, gently pulling him away from the mirror. "Come on," you said, urging him towards the plush armchair in the bedroom nestled by the window. "Let's forget about speeches for a while."

He followed willingly, sinking into the chair with a sigh as he dragged you down with him. You settled on his lap, pulling your legs comfortably on top of his on the stool. The city lights became a shimmering backdrop to your comfortable silence.

"I’m really proud of you," your voice barely above a whisper as your fingers danced on his chest and he looked out the window.

His hand automatically sought yours. You squeezed gently. "More than you can imagine," you admitted.

"Sometimes it all feels a bit overwhelming," he confessed, his voice raw. "The platform, the attention, the expectation to be a voice for everything."

"You don't have to be a voice for everything, though," you countered, your voice firm as he locked his gaze on your intertwined fingers. "But what you do choose to speak up about… that's what makes me so proud."

He looked at you, his eyes searching your face. "Even the stuff that makes some people uncomfortable?"

You let out a proud smile and a knowing giggle. "Especially those. You use your platform to speak when others won’t."

He squeezed your hand, gratitude evident in his tone and his eyes. "Maybe you should be writing the speeches after all."

You laughed, a soft sound that filled the room. "You just need to be reminded that you're Lewis Hamilton, not a nervous rookie on his first podium."

You leaned your head against his shoulder, his arms embracing you as he turned his head, placing a soft kiss on your temple. "Thank you, love. But we really need to get going," he whispered, just before he picked you up and put you back down on the armchair, heading back to the bathroom.

As Lewis got in the shower, you couldn't help but steal a glance at the crumpled speech in his hand. You knew he wasn't one to brag about his achievements, but a part of you yearned to understand the weight of the words he was struggling with.

Carefully, you reached out and picked up the paper. It was filled with Lewis's handwriting, edits scrawled across some lines. You scanned the opening, your heart swelling. It wasn't about self-praise or glorifying his victories. It was a heartfelt dedication to the countless individuals who had supported him on his journey, from his early days karting in Stevenage until now.

He spoke of his family, the unwavering pillar behind him, their sacrifices paving the way for his dreams. He mentioned his mentors and heroes, those who had nurtured his talent and those who had inspired him to push to be his best. He even acknowledged his rivals, the competitors that had honed his skills and fueled his relentless pursuit of excellence.

But then, there was a section that was heavily underlined, a paragraph riddled with question marks and crossed-out phrases. It was about the kids that he hoped to have inspired.

He wrote about the grounding effect they had on his own path. He spoke of how he, too, was an impressionable young boy, wishing for something greater.

You knew sometimes Lewis struggled to express his emotions openly, yet here he was, trying to articulate the depth of what it meant to him to be put on the same pedestal as his heroes.

It was the written proof of how much this award, how much this entire platform, meant to him – a chance to not just be Lewis Hamilton, the champion, but Lewis, the boy who had aimed for the stars and received the moon as a gift.

A soft chuckle escaped your lips. You pictured the faces in the opulent ballroom, expecting a typical self-congratulatory speech from the motorsport legend. The surprise on their faces when Lewis poured his heart out, his voice thick with a vulnerability they wouldn't have anticipated, would be priceless.

He may be a titan on the racetrack, but here, in the quiet intimacy of the apartment, he was simply Lewis, the man who might fumble with expressing his emotions but whose actions spoke volumes.

As you two rode in the backseat towards the gala, the city lights morphing into a mesmerizing dance of colors, you snuggled closer to Lewis, his steady breathing a comforting rhythm.

"Hey," you whispered, tracing a finger across the back of his hand.

He jolted out of his thoughts, his eyes looking for yours. "Hmm?"

"You know," you began, searching for the right words, "you don't need to win over that entire room tonight. You just need to make that brave boy from Stevenage proud."

______________________________________________________________

TAGLIST - @saturnssunflower @xoscar03 @chocolatediplomatdreamerzonk @happy-golden-hour @vicurious28

@0710khj @thecubanator2 @neilakk @bigratbitchsworld @adriswrld

@fearfam69691 @cmleitora @goldenroutledge @timmychalametsstuff

If you’d like to be added to my taglist you can leave a comment or send me a dm/ask.

[charlotteking23]

No Fool - LN4

Lando Norris x reader

Summary: Lando tries to make you feel better after your award show goes wrong, but instead creates chaos.

requested: anonymous

"Baby, I am so proud of you, getting this award is a big deal", Lando breathes out running his hands across my body lightly squeezing me.

"thanks", I mutter shyly. I was so nervous about this award. what if I made a fool of myself, all these what ifs running through my head.

"Have I told you how beautiful you look in the dress", Lando smirked as he squeezed your thigh as we rode to the award show.

I couldn't stop admiring him, he looked so sexy in that suit with one hand driving the car and the other hand on my thigh.

"take a picture, it will last longer baby", Lando chuckled seeing my face hot with embarrassment being caught looking at him.

As we arrived, the paparazzi immediately swarmed the car, recognizing the vehicle belonged to the Lando Norris.

As we headed inside the ceremony, Lando's hand never left my waist. Lando and I took our assigned seats next to each other, we weren't in the back but also not in the front it was perfect, made felt invisible.

As time went on Lando's hand never left my thigh whispering some not-so-kid-friendly things. We were in front of the other drivers as well Max, Daniel, Charles and etc.

Finally, my name was called as I got up Lando took my hand squeezing it lightly reassuring me. As I walked on stage, the host introduced me making a little speech.

It was supposed to be a heartwarming speech but had turned into a nightmare. He talked about how the beginning of the season was terrible, making me blush in embarrassment. I could feel everyone's eyes on me as I spoke through the microphone.

I felt like an idiot, I practiced my speech a hundred times but as I started speaking I completely messed up my speech, even stuttering. Finally, when I was done the party could start because I was the last one.

I brushed past Lando when he tried to congratulate me and instead walked over to the bar to order some strong shots.

After a few I walked around stumbling over my feet, everything was so blurry. I couldn't remember how many drinks I had, only remembering the horrible speech I had presented.

I spotted Lando by the tables talking to Daniel and Oscar, looking around every minute as if he was looking for something or someone.

I stumbled towards Lando thinking how do I get his attention, I didn't want to interrupt him so I tugged on his shirt. Immediately Lando turned around, sighing softly as he realized I was the one who tugged slightly at his shirt.

I crashed into his body, hugging him as tightly as possible. "I made a fool of myself", I said pouting slightly against Lando's chest.

"Oh baby, you didn't make a fool of yourself, you did wonderful", Lando whispered in my ear leading me towards the table where he gave me a bottle of water.

"Do you want to go home", Lando whispered. I nodded yes not wanting to say anymore, only wanting to get out of this suffocated place.

Lando waved his friends bye, gathering my arms into his embrace walking me out to the front. As exspected Paparazzi and fans were lined up.

It felt too much, seeing people push each other to see a glance at the F1 driver and his girlfriend. The crowd got pusher and pusher leading you to almost fall when a guy trampled you to see Lando.

Lando immediately helps you, pulling your hands to hold his waist.

“Hey, watch it you nearly hurt my girlfriend”, Lando grunts not trying to get into a fight and reframed from saying anything bad.

“Please Lando, you could do better than this bit”-, before the man could finish Lando punch the man in the face.

You look around blinded by the media flashing lights wanting to see Lando fight. You turned a few seconds later to see Daniel holding Lando back and Oscar calling someone, probably the authorities.

You look at the guy seeing some nasty bruises and cuts. You saw Lando with no bruises and just a cut on his lip but that’s it.

Lando finally calmed down, his number one priority was to look for you when he finally saw your figure frozen a few feet away from him.

He took your arm dragging you to his car where the media flashed both you and him wanting his reaction and comment.

Just as quickly you both left, a deafening silence in McLaren’s car.

“I'm sorry, I didn't mean to frighten you”, Lando said quietly not wanting to scare you.

After a couple of seconds you responded with, “it's not your fault, and thank you for defending me”, you said just as quietly.

“You hungry?”, Lando questioned trying to change the subject.

“I could eat”, you replied starving only eating those mini dishes from the fancy restaurants that barely gave any food.

“McDonald's”, Lando said pulling up to the fast food places. Knowing it's your favorite late-night craving.

“McDonald's”, you said excitedly.

[mattsunnn]

warnings(can be and not be): haikyuu season 3 spoilers!, platonic, fluff

seeing them cry broke your heart.

you watched your team line up infront of the crowd by the bleachers, giving their thanks all at the same time before turning their backs and walking over to the coach.

you can see all of them with their heads down. sadness? regret? you don't know. you noticed shirabu in a dazed, eyes unfocused, and mouth a bit open. leon called his name to ask if he's alright but you couldn't hear the rest. but his last words reached you and it puts a weight in your chest.

"no one here thought we would lose."

not even you. you rooted for them, you cheered for them. you were there when coach washijo would make them do receives and spikes 50 times a day. you're there for them.

"we'll have a meeting when we get back. once the awards ceremony is over, get onto the bus." coach tanji stated, walking over to the exit.

"right." ushijima answered, nodding his head.

the demon coach stopped, looking back on his team. "and you'll be hitting a hundred serves later."

a lot of them grunted and tsked in unison. shirabu wiped his eyes before smirking in defeat. goshiki's still sobbing but he's trying to muffle them.

"everyone."

the team, looking solemn, was about to gather their things and do some stretching but they stopped when they heard you speak. all of them looked at you, turned their bodies to you and standing straight.

"i know i'm only a manager but... i want to say you guys did your best. that was a great performance and you guys did not disappoint." you smiled, "i am very proud to each and one of you."

all of them stared at you in silence before goshiki bursted into tears again, running to your arms and hugging you. he sobbed onto your shoulder as you carded your fingers to his hair. shirabu couldn't help but walk slowly to you, his forehead bumping on your other shoulder before you patted his head, letting him lean onto you for support as he, too, sobbed.

"thank you, y/n." ushijima said, slightly smiled in appreciation and you nodded your head in reply before the other guys leaned onto you as well to receive pats on the heads.

after everyone has calmed down-even though kenjiro's still beside you, clutching your sleeve in comfort- you gestured for them to gather their stuff. "after doing your hundred serves, we'll come into my home and i'll cook you guys dinner."

"yay! y/n-chan's cooking!" tendou cheered, hands coming up in excitement. you chuckled, shaking shirabu's hold on your sleeve before intertwining his fingers with you. "i'll make sure to make it delicious."

"i'll help with the preparations." leon said, clutching a bag on his side as he walked on the other side of you. you muttered a quick "thank you!", and hooking your arm on his before turning to the second year on your left.

"best setter you are out there, sweetie."

shirabu turned his head on the side, wanting to look unbothered. "thanks." you chuckled at his reaction before pulling him with you with the rest of the team as you guys made your way towards the exit.

they look like children following their mother.

well, they are your precious babies.

finished season 3 and it was so intense with the scene of tsuki and hinata being pushed down by ushi and then everyone's just helping them😭 made me cry fr even though this was the second time i watched the series😭 but seeing bebi shirabu crying and the rest brought out the mother in me🙂‍↕️

probs not the best but i love em sm

DO U GUYS KNO I LOOOVE HAIKYUU X MANAGER

[drewstarkeysring]

She did what?- Drew Starkey part 2

˚⋆ ୧ ‎ ࣪ Warnings Cheating , Odessa , swearing

Summary Hollywood is so overrated, but when Larissa finds out what our beloved Drew is up to, shit hits the fan 💋

"I miss you how you made me feel last night"

"When can you leave her house already, I need you"

You're Gut feeling all your friends talked about having when they have gotten cheated on. You said to yourself you would never feel that. Drew was good to you, no signs, no evidence. Until now, you can't breathe. heartbroken is the feeling you felt.

It's been an hour, and he still sleeping.

I looked through all of the messages. He has been gone for two months, which means for those two months. He has been lying and cheating with her. The girl you hate, you knew she always talked shit to her friends when you would be with Drew at a bar. You brushed it off because you never wanted to ruin the moment.

"What are you doing on my phone," Drew says, staring at me. He is caught, and he knows it. He has been awake for the past 5 minutes.

Disbelief is all you feel, the man you loved for 2 years who you thought couldn't hurt you in a way that all your friends told you or the internet. Deeply in love with this man. The hurt you felt, and he was about to hear it.

"Are you kidding me, the shit I found on your fucking phone, you cheated on me with this bitch, be so for real right now Drew". You say

He looks like he has seen a ghost, a ghost that is about to get put through the ringer. "I don't know what to say... I'm sorry baby". He says

"Dont call me that, we done Drew, Done. I have nothing to say to you". you express

"I am gonna leave save us both the trouble". Drew says

I take his phone and throw it against the wall. It shatters. Thank God fuck that hoe. Crash out is all you think but let this motherfucker think you're calm and collected.

A few days later

Brian, your best friend, always was in a show with Odessa. You needed a friend that made you feel at home. Both you and Brian made it up together. You met him at an award ceremony and knew he would be family. He was there with you for everything: first Big Movie, First Vogue Magazine Cover, Victoria's Secret shot, and plenty of other amazing accomplishments. He gets you and always supports you through everything. A big brother that you always wanted.

"I really can't believe him, two months away from you, and you would think he was thinking of you, but no, just thinking with his Dick," Brian says, he takes a sip of his wine.

You roll your eyes. "I wanna kill her and him. Everything I gave to that man and sacrificed for him, cheating, was never on my radar for him. Especially with her, like dude, the bitch is all over him 24/7 you would think, hello, he has a girlfriend maybe I should back away and stop trying to fuck him anymore, but no, my boyfriends fucking her in Italy for two months, while his girlfriend is home waiting for him and missing him." you express in disbelief

"If I could take anything back, it would be that boundaries are a major thing, that first night I met her, I should have known that she wanted him all over him and how she would brush me away every time I would speak."

Sitting on the floor with Brian as the TV in the background was just for noise for your ears. Chineses was just ordered, and Brian brought you your favorite red wine and yap session.

"You're perfect, beautiful as people would say," Brian says jokey. He nudges your shoulder, teasing you. "Don't let this silly man drive you crazy you have major things coming for you, accomplished many, and our the people's princess if you have any takeaways with this shit, it would be he lost the baddest bitch he will ever meet. You should be proud of yourself but do not, and I mean I do not let this shit get you off your tracks, major things are happening in your life. Oscar red carpet for Anora, Fenty shoot, and Vanity Fair shoot with Lily-Rose Depp. Life has shit planned for you." He says while hugging you and reassuring you of your worries. "I love you hoe". He nudges you again.

You roll your eyes. "Love you more boo". You hug him

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

uggh dave with glasses in that 1992 awards ceremony photos I would be on my knees instantly. can you write a fic about him in that era living down the street from you and the intense raw desire from first look to hook up

A/n: I lost motivation at some point and you can tell ☺️

Warnings: Smut, jealousy, masturbation, riding, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

When you moved you never thought to take a look at who lives around you, it never crossed your mind because you didn't think it mattered. And, to you, it didn't.

It was a different story with Dave.

There had been talk for a while about who would move in down the street, ever since the old family moved out. People were nosy and annoying and wouldn't shut up about it, ever.

Dave didn't care about it either, at least he told himself that over and over again. When he saw the moving van coming down the street, however, he couldn't help but be curious.

He went on a walk down the street and saw a few other people stepping outside their houses to see their new neighbour.

Dave's plan was to just walk past the house, glance at the neighbour and move on with his life. Then you stepped out of your car and his breath hitched, from that point on he knew he needed you.

He did whatever he could do to spend time with you, to see you, to be close to you. He made you treats and put them in glass containers so you'd have to come see him to return them where he'd invite you into his house for lunch or dinner, to watch a movie, it didn't matter.

At night he'd lay in bed, staring at the ceiling as he thought about you, hand moving down to his hard cock and stroking it as he thought about you, what you'd look like in his lap being an obedient little slut, the noises you'd make, how his name would fall from your lips.

He'd get you a collar and leash and keep you in his house, his own personal fucktoy. He needed you, but he was a patient man.

He wanted to get to know you and make you fall for him before he made you his, he needed to know there'd be no chance of rejection, he'd give you no reason to reject him.

That was his plan, but then he heard you got a boyfriend. People around the neighbourhood had been talking about a man coming by your place and staying for a few hours before leaving, occasionally staying the night.

Dave was having none of that.

He tried to maintain some level of self control, you weren't his yet, he couldn't be mad. But he was. He was more than mad, he was furious, you were supposed to be his and you were with someone else?

It was late, around 1:00 am, Dave was restless. He got his shoes on and stormed over to your house down the street, ringing the doorbell, banging on the door, making you up rather rudely.

You stumbled to the door, not quite awake yet, and flung the door open. You didn't get a word out before Dave's lips were on yours, his strong arms wrapped around your waist and holding you against him.

You tried fighting against him at first, not having expected it, but it felt good. His tongue licked your bottom lip, silently asking for entry before exploring your mouth.

He pushed you back into your house, kicking his shoes off and shutting the door behind him, locking it.

You pulled away from him a moment, just barely. "What-what are you doing?" You asked breathlessly.

"Taking what I fucking want." He said, voice low and gravelly. You wanted to question him further but before you could he threw you over his shoulder, when you tried to speak his palm came down on your ass.

A new favourite thing of his was seeing you in your sleepwear, a t-shirt and panties, although he enjoyed the thought that you'd just thrown the shirt on when you heard him at your door.

You'd let him into your house a few times, on his little treat deliveries. He'd asked you to give him a tour of your house which you were happy to do, you just hadn't realized he'd remember where your room was and carry you there like this.

Dave threw you on the bed and crawled over you, lips crashing against yours once more. His hands roamed over you, lifting up your shirt and revealing your bare chest.

He groped and squeezed your sides and chest, mapping out your body.

Your legs wrapped around him, pulling him closer and you could feel his bulge through his jeans grinding against you.

He wasted no time in getting his clothes off, tossing them off somewhere and forgetting about them, focus not staying off of you for long. He pulled your shirt off and snapped the thin waistband of your panties to get them off.

"Hey!" You gasped as he ripped them. "Those were expensive!" You said, reaching for the cloth.

Dave shook his head at you, bringing your panties to his nose and inhaling deeply. "I'll get you more." He said, tossing the fabric to the floor.

The darkness in his eyes, his heavy breath, strong, calloused and experienced hands trailing over you, it had your body boiling, skin prickling with excitement.

He leaned over you, lined himself up with your needy hole and pushed in, stretching you out and making you gasp. He waited a moment to let you adjust before he started moving, hips rutting and rolling, tip hitting deep inside you, veins dragging against your gummy walls.

Dave was big, in more ways than one, and strong. He was six feet tall and towered over you, in any normal situation it wouldn't matter, sometimes you'd ask him to get things off higher shelves for you, but it was different now.

It was different when he stretched you out, when he held you to the bed and snapped his hips into you, when he nipped and bit your neck, marking you, owning you.

You'd not been with a man in a while, despite what Dave thought. Your toys worked but they were nothing to him, no one seemed to be. His deep voice, grunts and groans falling onto your ears. Plump lips on your swollen ones, lustful gaze looking into your own desperate eyes.

You let your body succumb to the pleasure he was granting you, heat racking your body with Dave following shortly behind. He was a gentlemen and pulled out, working his hand on his length and cumming on your stomach.

He didn't move from his spot hovering over you, he liked seeing you small and precious under him, needy and breathing heavy.

"I'm better than him." He said abruptly, voice low as he watched for your reaction.

Your brows furrowed, looking up at him curiously. "Better than who..?" You asked breathlessly.

"Him." He stated. You had no idea who he was talking about so he specified. "The guy who keeps coming over here, he fucks you then fucks off, I'm better than him."

Your expression relaxed and you let out a soft chuckle. "Davie... that's my brother." His brows raised as you said that and he let out a soft 'oh'.

"Well, then I'm definitely better than him." He said, rolling off you and pulling you to his side. "At least I should hope so." You swatted his chest playfully.

Now that Dave knew there wasn't competition he had a different idea of how to spend the night. He didn't need to be on top of you anymore, no more need for the dominant demeanor.

He pulled you on top of him, hands going to your thighs as you straddled him and he gave them a squeeze. "Do me a favour, would you?" You didn't need much more than that, aching for more of him already.

[pitchsidestories]

God, it's brutal out here II Aitana Bonmati x Reader

barcelona women masterlist

"How do I look? What if I mess up my speech and people misunderstood the message?', Aitana asked you, licking her lips nervously and playing with her already done hair.

With the most soothing voice you replied:" First of all, you look beautiful as always, love. Second of all, don't forget to breathe, the audience will understand what you're trying to say." 

"And I can look at you while I'm delivering my speech.", she reminded herself, regaining her inner confidence and calmness.

"Exactly, I'll be there the whole time."

"In a sea full of men, I can easily spot you.", the midfielder remarked while hugging you from the side, resting her head on your shoulder.

Because of your injury you stayed at home in Barcelona, watching your girlfriend and your national team succed through the tournament.

The drama surrounding the  coach Vilda was only bringing the players closer together, making the team stronger than ever before.

On the final game, Spain against England you were in the stadium, seeing Aitana and her teammates lifting up the trophy.

Now, you would be watching her being named Europes player of the year by the UEFA. Well deserved in your opinion.

You knew how much work she put into the last season at Barcelona and that she had an amazing tournament.

Even as her girlfriend, you sometimes were in awe of her playing style. So to you, nothing made more sense than her winning this award.

Aitana, however, let go of your hug, bringing you back into the dressing room in Monaco where the award ceremony would take place.

There was still a glint of nervousness in her eyes when they searched for yours. You smiled softly as you gave her a confident nod, “Come on, love. Just get out there and get what you deserve.“

Your girlfriend wrinkled her nose, “Do I?“ “Don’t even question it. You know you do.“, you laughed, knowing that Aitana just wanted to hear it again from you.

She blew out a breath as if to say that she gave in and you were obviously right when the dressing room door opened.

One woman who was taking care of the organization part of this ceremony asked politely: "Miss Bonmati, are you ready?" "Yes, I am.", Aitana replied, her excitement was not audible anymore, only visible to your eyes as she tried to smooth out her sparkly dark dress. 

A few minutes later they announced her as the winner of the female UEFA Player of the season.

With confident steps the spanish midfielder went on to the stage, knowing all too well what she would do with her moment in the spotlight.

During her speech, she paused for a moment, before continuing, letting her heart speak the words she wanted to say the most tonight:

"I would like to speak a bit about what has happened. I think as a society we shouldn’t allow abuses of power in a work relationship, as well as a lack of respect. So from my teammate Jenni to all the women who suffer the same, we are with you."

You could not help but be moved by the sentences your girlfriend said out loud in a room which needed to hear it more than ever.

But you could also tell Aitanas relief  when she returned to her seat, immediately taking your hand in hers to watch the cerenomy continue.

She beamed as you whispered into her ear:" I'm so proud of you, the men in this room but also of the world needed to hear this and I love you so much." "I love you too.", the midfielder mouthed back, not letting your hand go.

Meanwhile Sarina Wiegman received her award for coach of the year. The dutch woman ended her speech with a dedication, you personally found very admirable considering her team lost against spain in the final:

"I would like to dedicate this award to the Spanish team. This team deserves to be celebrated and deserves to be listened to, and I'm going to give them again a big applause and I hope you will join [me]."

Immediately you joined the applause and so did the other guests. You could tell Aitana was clearly moved by the female coaches words, showing a female solidarity within the women's football community.

At the after party she thanked Sarina Wiegman for her speech in person.

Silently you observed the hug between those two small women, giving them a moment of peace before their fight would continue in the following days, maybe weeks.

But before that you promised to dance the night away with Aitana because her achievements should be celebrated.

[imnameimswrld]

ⵌ ׄ ۪ 𝐖𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐙 ⁰⁰ ׄ ⑅ ZM ‌˖ ֺ ᰮ

— DESCRIPTION ੭ after returning to the world with New music, zayn decides to drop a huge bomb about his life that has the world spinning.

— PAIRING ੭ zayn malik x fem!reader.

— FILE ੭ social media au.

— WARNINGS ੭ language.

— FACE CLAIM ੭ none.

━━━━━━━━━━❪ 🖤 ❫━━━━━━━━━━

ZAYN on CALL HER DADDY:

yn added to their story ! • 1hr

seen by zayn, louist91, and 2 335 223 others

user1 replied to your story !

PREACH !!!!!!!

user2 replied to your story !

MOTHER HAS SPOKEN.

user3 replied to your story !

slay queen

speak the truth

user4 replied to your story !

did the rest of 1D attended the wedding ? 🥲 pls say yes...

zayn

🎵 One Direction • Fireproof

liked by yn, niallhoran, taylorswift, and 3 224 243 others

zayn 💋.

View all comments

user1 OKAY OKAY OKAY I SEE YOU ZAYN THE WHOLE ASS HUSBAND MAN.

user2 my man's was snatched from me but DAMN LOOK AT MS YN 😭

taylorswift the most beautiful couple award goes to 🔝🔝🔝

▹ user3 WHAT IS MOTHER DOIN HERE !?

▹ yn I love you so much tay...and thank u again for singing at the wedding 😭🤞

▹ taylorswift honey don't thank me I'd do it all over again if I could 💖 [ liked by zayn ]

niallhoran such a lovely ceremony mate ! 🙌

▹ zayn thanks for coming mate !

▹ yn and thank u for the bagpipes ni, I've been practicing and I now do not crack all the windows in the house 😄

▹ niallhoran good on ya yn ! proud of you, just keep practicing and soon you'll be featuring on one of my songs !

▹ user4 what.the.hell.

louist91 🤩🤩 [ liked by zayn ]

liampayne so happy for you mate, grateful I got to witness this ! [ liked by zayn ]

user5 all four of them interacted with z's post... did we have a mini reunion without even knowing 😀

▹ user6 I am now 99% sure they all attended the wedding and it has me SOBBING

yn forever is with you 💋. [ liked by harrystyles ]

▹ harrystyles using that in a song.

▹ yn plagiarism is illegal harrold.

▹ harrystyles settle down garden girl, I'll give ya a shout out.

▹ yn this garden girl will your scoop ur pretty greens out an use them as compost :) [ liked by zayn ]

▹ harrystyles jesus...sorry, mum. [ liked by yn ]

user7 ...I just don't have the words...but this, this is happiness.

━━━━━━━━━━❪ 🖤 ❫━━━━━━━━━━

[cherrysurf]

Tall blonde and evil! | Katsuki Bakugo x f!reader

chapter 8.5 new years special! ★

Once you two had arrived to the event it was very professional, mingling with people who wanted to speak with bakugou, you speaking to people whom you know would be a great use for later on, and making sure that bakugou came off with more of a friendly and calm demeanor rather than what the public or paparazzi said about him. Without the many, many, and many slight nasty or jealous looks from either other managers or celebrities for simply just being by bakugous said it was a rather pleasant ceremony and place to be at its everything you could’ve had imagined and more “you enjoying it?” Bakugou had asked looking at you as the two of you sat at the table waiting for the awards to officially start. “Yeah it’s nice, I'm not really used to it though.” you say shrugging “eh your a natural these people probably are just as nervous as excited as you are. remember you're probably not the only first timer here too.” he said looking around observing everyone “i guess so. thanks bakugou i needed that.” you say looking down at the table with slightly flushed cheeks at the instant comfort he had brought you. “don't get mushy on me i like you better when you argue with me.” he said with a slight tint of playfulness in his voice—

“Alright everyone let the awards start.” a big booming voice was heard over the crowd you and bakugou immediately face the stage, you scoot a bit closer to him because of nerves but who really knows..

After all the dances, congratulations, and nominees it was now time for them to announce the winner—

“As many of you know this years 2024 event takes place on new year’s eve so when this ceremony is done the winner can bring in the victory into the new year, we’ve had many wonderful and talented men who got the honor to be nominated for this award…without further ado the winner is…” after the host saying those words you suddenly feel a tight grip around your hand that was warm and soft you look down to see that it’s bakugou hand. As you look up at him you see nervousness in his eyes. You lightly tighten your grip around his to let him know you're there. “katsuki bakugou!!!” The hostess' voice boomed and cheered filled the entire room “OH MY GOSH YES YOU WONNN!!!!” you screamed, bakugou looked at you beaming with light and happiness in his face he let go of your hand to walk up to the stage staying composed yet looking grateful everyone soon settles down and sits back in their seats so bakugou can give his speech—

“I’d like to thank everyone who supported me at the start of my career and all my family’s love and advice to keep me going. The public says a lot of things about me but that never stopped me, i’m thankful to all my fans who nominated and voted me i couldn’t have done it without you guys, and to all my managers before who couldn’t put up with me i hope you see how amazing i am know.” he said with a heartily laugh and a smile while raising his award The crowd cheered once more and for some reason this whole thing left you in tears—

as bakugou walked back to the table with the award in hand he smiled at the sight of your eyes filled with tears “oh come on yn enough with the waterworks” he said laughing “i’m sorry it’s just i’m so proud” you say while choking on your sobs. he rolls his eyes and goes in for a hug and you gladly accept, a soft thanks came from his lips only loud enough to be heard for your ears only. As the night ended and everyone said goodbyes and drunken farewells and early happy new years’ you and bakugou quietly walked back to his car, him still opening the door for you and handing you his award to hold for him, as he got in the car and buckled he looked at you with eyes so soft which was weird because you’ve never seen that look from him until tonight. “So hungry?” he asked looking at you “mmh yeah i guess so” you say looking back at him “okay let’s go.” he said starting the car “uhm okay let’s take a place where the have apple pay or something i couldn’t fit my credit cards in this small ass purse” you say looking down at your bag “fuck no. it’s my treat i won after all.” he says not facing you and looking ahead to drive out “oh. okay. well i hope you know you definitely deserved the award tonight bakugou.” you say smiling at him not caring whether he notices or not. Not so lucky for you but he does. “I know I'm proud of myself.” he said trying to sound full of himself but since these past couple of days you can just tell it’s his stupid facade but play along because why not?

You and bakugou now at dinner it was silent but comforting “were you nervous?” you say looking up at him slightly “eh kinda” he says shrugging “i was too and i wasn’t even the one winning anything” you say laughing lightly “i mean i’d hope so you are my manager you’d look bad if i didn’t” he says, you quirked your eyebrow because you couldn’t tell if he was serious or not, you almosted asked him but before you could he broke out in that same annoying laugh from the car but somehow this time it sounder cuter than before— As you two walk out the restaurant the clock struck 12 and fireworks went off “perfect timing” he says “yeah it’s beautiful” you add, the ride home was filled “ooos and ahhs” from you and simple “mms” from bakuogu

as you approach your apartment you look at him “thanks for everything tonight bakuogu” you say smiling with red tint across your face “yeah of course i had a good time too. see ya yn.” he said with a tiny smile and a soft wave goodbye.

HAPPY NEW YEARS GUYS!! i hope you enjoy this special i rushed to write, probably tons of typos but here you guys go i might not post the next official chapter for a bit i hope you guys understand thank you!

taglist; @kalulakunundrum @sweetadonisbutbetter @rednicotine @ikissfade @bakugouswh0r3 @allurearia @themultifandomgirl @junehasnotbeenfound @darhinadadragon @kodzubaby @harryzcherry @sahrii @kholethecutie @s4ikooo1 @babylambdietcoke @lover-no-lover61 @sikuthealien @homeless-clown @bookaholicfangirl4life @idexmids

[zingaplanet]

hi, i adore your blog so much. <3. what are your thoughts on the state of fedal in 2024, especially as we approach (cries) rafa's retirement at davis cup?

Ergh I missed this one sorry! Although this might be prime timing considering what just happened during the retirement. I've been wanting to be as candid on this as possible for a long time and voice what all of their fans are thinking but I'm afraid I might cause quite some pain. So forgive me lovely tennisblr, here are just my two cents:

If you ask me what their relationship is like now, I've got to say I have no idea and I think that's a v telling answer. Fed retired end of 2022 and has been busy doing insane sponsor stuff for the whole year. He still showed up at tennis stuff (e.g., for Andy at Wimbledon, etc) but we can never tell how much engagement he actually has with the players anymore. Hence, even though he mentions Rafa a lot more often than others, I think we need to take it with a grain of salt here because the media sharks are simply pouncing on every opportunity to get a story from this too.

One thing I am quite sad about tho, is how everything after the mega publicised retirement ceremony seems to be a bit too PR-stunty. I get it, the rivalry was a big thing in the tennis world but with that photo going viral and winning all sorts of awards, being used in motivational sports speeches etc - it kinda transcends tennis now. Federer and Nadal have both always been bigger than tennis, but perhaps now that they are getting the attention together, it's getting a bit much.

When they mentioned each other throughout interview snippets all year, only sometimes do we get to see what's going on behind the scenes. Other times, from my perspective, it feels sadly like they have been media briefed after the whole whirlwind about how to make this as positive a press for them as possible without revealing too much. On this, I have to say, Federer is still a maestro - I have never seen an athlete with as much PR talent as him. I work a lot in comms and he is a simple branding wet dream, he says all the right words you want to hear, the same message in many different versions of sentences, but never actually reveals what's going on. Rafa used to be much more of a trainwreck early in his career but he has improved so much with age. He still sometimes, fascinatingly, slipped up tho, and seemingly only during Spanish interviews, when he's a lot more honest. In several of the Spanish tv and radio interviews he did this year, he seemed to hint that on the one hand, Federer is the only one he still speaks to regularly in tennis, but on the other hand, he gives a strange indication that they're not as close as they used to be?

I think it's quite predictable though. After Federer retired, they were now freer to build on the friendship without any of the rivalry hurdles - but at the same time, I think they didn't realise how much the intensity of the rivalry played such a central part in what made "them" special. It's such a push-pull enemies-friends delicate line they've been mastering how to tread all these years. It could be difficult to find footing now that tennis no longer binds them, and their initial obvious differences (you know, the "calm Swiss maestro - passionate Spanish fighter" kinda narrative) begin to show again. I don't necessarily think this means they can't connect without tennis ever again, it's just a bit like your school friends. When you graduate, you no longer have that connection of going to class together or hanging out during recess - but the truest bonds always survived, and after a few rough years, your good friends are still there.

If I'm honest, I think they are at the point where they're a bit unsure what to do with one another but might be forced to play a bit of a part as the media has lumped them "the eternal rivals turned friends fairytale". I honestly feel like the media and public interests might have made it a bit awkward between them. You can see a little bit in their PR stuff - Rafa namedropping Fed a little and sometimes a bit tired when he constantly got asked about Federer in his post-match pressers recently, and Roger doing stuff like the letter. The letter is v generous, heartwarming, and such a loving tribute - and I have no doubt he wrote it himself but it's a v public thing that would've and could've landed better just being delivered in person directly? Or perhaps in a speech for him. But the whole social media stuff seems a bit fishy.

Of course we all don't know what he did or didn't do privately, the same goes to whether this is all really true or they are both just v busy dealing with a big change in their lives (Fed newly retired doing a gazillion sponsor stuff and travelling the world, Rafa dealing with a career ending injury and retirement) - they might simply not have the headspace --or even want-- the other to be such a significant part of their lives at the moment, as these two new things they are experiencing are something uniquely theirs.

The retirement ceremony is a whole other story I could write lots of paragraphs about (don't encourage me!). But I think if we learn something this year, I think it's that athletes unequivocally deserve personal space, and we should never meddle with their personal lives too much.

For the first time in their lives, they will now be fully retired, out of the limelight, able to enjoy all the things we take for granted (like travelling anonymously! or trying out restaurants in new cities)! It's what they deserved after giving us 20+ years of blood, sweat, emotion, and passion on the court and in the limelight. They both owe us nothing. I think if they both disappeared from the spotlight next year (albeit unlikely) or decided to just grow their friendship in private and never appear publicly together again - that is completely their right. We can only show them support and thank them for all the amazing things they did to make our childhood and our lives so wonderful.

[bzhitstruth]

Coincidental circumstances-3

Part 1

Let's see what coincidences have happened recently and what I found interesting. There were many circumstances, so there will be two parts.

It's all fake, CPN, it's all not serious.

1. On October 27, the official announcement was made that DD was nominated for the Golden Rooster Award for his leading male role in the film One and Only. On the same day, XZS posted GG's video messageas part of the Yuanqi Forest campaign to protect baby pandas, and the text is: «It seems that Xiao Yuanqi is growing up seriously! I hope all babies can grow up healthy and happy!». Of course, this is the mandatory post. And it is not a personal GG's post. But I am just writing about funny coincidences.

2. On November 11, the first preview of GG's song album "我们" was released, the setting is ruins after some kind of man-made disaster, and the caption text is: "Having passed through wilderness and met in the desert, "we" will see you tomorrow." It was with the desert that DD posted the first photo on his birthday, and the final episode of Discovery is about the desert. And GG's album begins with the mention of a desert, in a different meaning, but with the same words.

3. On November 12, the first four songs from the long-awaited GG's album were finally released. GG posted the video with the song "Women" and the caption: "我们=？". In the evening, DD suddenly appeared with another climate message, he reposted the same video that YBO posted the day before. The text is almost copied from YBO and from the text in the account 微言环保 (environmental protection), but the text uses "我们" (us) twice. 3 sentences and 2 times "我们".

4. On November 13, YBO posted the short video with handsome DD filmed during the Vogue event. The BGM in the video is called 卡拉永远OK ("Karaoke is always okay"). At 18:20 on the same day, the post appeared on the QQ account with information that GG's songs would appear on Mei KTV throughout the country. These are shops or shopping centres that have special karaoke boxes, separate rooms where you can sing.

5. On November 15th, GG posted the trailer for "The Legend of the Condor Heroes". Actor and host Yang Di commented on the post, and GG replied with "Thank you, Ding Ge!", the reply time is 20:18. Speaking of coincidences, on October 28, after the nomination was announced, DD wrote the comment under Da Peng's post, and the time of his comment was 14:03 (2:03).

6. Also on November 15, the award ceremony for the nominees for the Golden Rooster award took place. At 16:23, XZS published the promo for the album. The caption text was designed to include all the titles of the first four songs on the album, and there are the words: "We" are like inconspicuous stars in the night sky, but each "Same" has the right to shine." XZS and GG didn't post anything else in the next two days.

To be continued in the next part.

[lafaiette]

I finally found Pen's Chinese romance lines :')

(You can find more comparisons here and here by the way)

First, something sweet to start with: Jasmine calls Pen, Burgess, and Miguel "uncle"! (叔叔)

Jasmine to Andy: Uncle Peng Hu thinks he's the most beautiful man in the world. We can secretly put a mirror in his room, so he'll look at it all day long and we can sneak out to play!

And now, I'll start with the Romance Quest - I included only the Chinese version of the dialogue happening after giving him the Heart Knot, because the post is already pretty long!

Chinese: Well... little weakling, you gave me this Heart Knot. I thought about it seriously... You have always been nice to me. You often praise me, give me gifts, and help me run errands everywhere. Maybe I have really found the one, the most special person to me. Someone who loves me as much as I love myself! Oh, this is so surprising to me... Little weakling, before we go further with our current relationship, I have to speak with you. I have to make sure you are sincere to me! Everyone knows that I am a golden bachelor. If you are with me just to show off and make yourself look good at some workshop awards ceremony, I will not allow it! What I want is true love... And I still have to understand if my fascination with you is not just for your body, but also for your personality… Yes, that's right. All this time, I called you "little weakling", not because of contempt for your figure, but because I couldn't take my eyes away when I saw your small body without muscles. It’s like seeing an uncultivated land with unlimited room for exercise. It’s so charming! There is only one way to test whether there is love between us... and that is - Fighting! An adrenaline-filled battle! Drenched in sweat, bloody, and bare-knuckled! Yes, the fastest way to get to know someone is to fight with them! Builder: 1) Then let’s go! -> Pen: Good! Let's meet tomorrow at the gate of the Paradise Lost ruins. Let's fight side by side to destroy those robots from the corrupt era and beat fierce drumbeats on their remains with our fists! I’ll go first! Remember to wear protective gear and be prepared. All for romance! Builder: 2) After falling in love... shouldn't you go on a date? -> Pen: Haha, that's what ordinary people do. I don't care for those old-fashioned ways of falling in love. Only when fighting can I feel truly alive! Builder: 3) But we have already fought many times... -> Pen: Many times?! It's never enough! I'm a fighting expert! For me, this is true love, nothing else but pure fighting and strong love!

Meeting Pen in front of Paradise Lost: Here you are, little weakling! I've been waiting for you for a long time, and I'm a little bored... Let's not waste time, let's hurry in and kill everyone! Get ready, little weakling! Let's show those robots real fighting skills and send them all the way back to their corrupt era! Not bad, little weakling, you have been exercising recently! Robot, take my blow! Punch! Fighting with you... makes my heart surge! That move is awesome, little weakling! Don't let them escape, leave no one behind! Haha, fighting with you is more exciting than I imagined! The thought of being able to "seal love" with you and fight these robots to confirm our relationship... my heart is beating fast! Let the battle become more intense! Come on, let's go in! Awesome, little weakling! It's been a blast all the way. Now there's only one last step left to make our date today even more perfect - Yes! That's it! A powerful elite monster! Come on, little weakling! Show your fists and give the big robot in this corrupt era the coolest blow! Haha... so refreshing... This feels so right... Little weakling, what do you think? I’m having too much fun today... ha, wait! I got it, the most important step is missing!

English: I'm afraid this moment cannot last forever… We must return to the hustle and bustle of city life… But let us always remember this place. Our lovers cocoon where, for one brief evening, the world was ours... Outside Paradise Lost: Goodbye, my love! Expect to see me again soon… I'll swing by your place later for a major make-out sesh!

Chinese: I really want to stay with you for a while longer! But I have to go protect Sandrock. Let us remember this moment and this feeling. No one can take away the energy of this love... … Goodbye then, my dear! I'm looking forward to seeing you next time …… I will definitely have a more exciting date with you!

English: You fell from a cliff and survived? Did someone help you? Or did you simply claw your way back to safety, and crawl to my feet just to see me again. You truly do love me, don't you? Chinese: You fell off a cliff and came back alive? Could it be that someone more powerful than me saved you? Alas, I missed an opportunity to protect you.

English: Knight, Protector, Enforcer, Big Daddy Love Sponge… I go by many names. Chinese: Besides, Knight is just a title. Guardian, Big Brother, Heart-throb... these are my titles!

English: Alright… fine. You want the truth? You can't handle the truth! But… here it is anyway: Miguel totally brainwashed me! Yeah, that's it… He told me, uh, Duvos rules and stuff, and… I was in a bind! I have multiple obligations! Do you have any idea how expensive the holidays are when you're shopping for twelve separate lovers who all think they're my one and only? Plus with Sandrock failing… I had no choice, I needed the money from his scheme… He said if I protect him, he'd give me a portion of his dirty money. Now that I think about it… say, do you think he could be some kind of high level Duvos operative? Certainly seems like it. Not trying to do your job for you or anything, though…

Chinese: Okay, okay, let me tell you... [Player's Name], your pal Peng Hu didn't know anything before he met that bad guy Miguel! Just eat, sleep, and protect the town every day. Until one day he told me that he was working for Duvos, trying to win me over, and saying a lot of things that made sense... I was short of money at that time, so I fell into his trap. Anyway, I am also a part-time worker. What is the difference between working for Sandrock and working for Duvos? Besides, with Sandrock being the way it is, I was saving myself. He asked me to protect him. As long as I did it, I would get a share of the embezzlement money. So I got involved in all this. Could that guy Miguel be a senior member of Duvos? An agent? Maybe he really is! Of course, that's the job of your militia group [Civil Corps], so I won’t say more.

English:

Builder: "How could you do this to me?" Pen: "What can I say, sometimes country trumps love…" Builder: "Please stop…" Pen: "I'm sorry, gotta fulfill my KPI, you understand!" Builder: "I still love you." Pen: "I know." Builder: "You were ugly anyway!" Pen: "Ooph, that might have hurt a mere mortal, but I know you know deep down in your heart that it's not true!" "Hm… to finally face you as my true self… it's invigorating! Now quit playing hard to get, Skinny, and take your place at my side!"

Chinese:

Builder: "How could you do this to me?" Pen: "What else can I do? The Empire is more important than love." Builder: "Don't do this to me..." Pen: "Sorry, [Player's Name]. This is my job, and I have to earn enough performance [points]!" Builder: "I never stopped loving you." Pen: "I know." Builder: "I stopped loving you a long time ago anyway!" Pen: "Haha, that doesn't hurt me. ["That sentence has no deadly effect on me."] Don't deceive your heart, you must still love me deep inside!" "Today I can finally face you with my true identity, and I'm actually very happy. Who doesn't want to be honest with his lover, little weakling? Why don't you come to my side, eh?"

English: I heard from someone in the capital that they experimented on him to make him stronger. Chinese: I heard that someone in the capital specifically conducted experiments on him, that's why he is so strong.

English: Ha! Know one thing about me, Skinny: any declarations I made on behalf of us was true. I make no mistakes, neither in war nor in love. You want proof? Well, it's not like I go around giving everyone nicknames! No… you were special in that regard. Perhaps it was always our destiny to be together… But I'm afraid that thread of fate has been cut short. I have chosen my country over love. Such is the duty of a Duvos Knight. …That's what you wanted to hear, isn't it…?

Chinese: Haha, one good thing about me is that I put real feelings into every relationship. I don't like to give people random nicknames either! Perhaps, ever since the moment I called you little weakling [Skinny Arms], you were destined to be my one and only love. It's just that we're different, and I had to sacrifice our relationship for the greater good of my country. Are you satisfied with this answer?

English: "Goodbye, [Player's Name]. It was... fun. Chinese: Farewell, [Player's Name]. This time it's for real. You're free.

The Protector's description, called "Guardian of Love" in Chinese:

A very delicate bracelet that protects the wearer's wrist. Wearing it gives the wearer a feeling of being emotionally confined. Perhaps this feeling is similar to what Peng Hu often said, "Marriage is a boring bondage".

Pen's letter in Chinese:

Dear [name], I've had a little more time to think lately in this so-called Atara Maximum Prison, and I'm more than a little sorry that I couldn't bring you along to accompany me. Well, it's my fault. Anyway, you are still the most beloved lover I have ever been with, and one of the few that I continue to miss even after a breakup. So, I'm going to forgive you. Yeah - I forgive you.I don't think there's a chance we'll ever be together again. You're just doing what you're supposed to do in your position, so there's nothing to complain about. I should have tried my best to recruit you from the beginning, and it would have been the best way to keep you with me. Of course I don't blame you, you're indeed excellent. I also left you a final challenge. In some ruins, there are a few of my most valuable things, and if you can get them, they're yours. It should be easy to get there, using the tricks I've taught you. My dear little weakling, this is the last time I'll call you that, I believe in your abilities. Remember, don't slack off on your training. We won't meet again. (but 后会无期 can also mean "meeting at an unspecified/unclear date")

WELP, what more can I say :'D

[ladybugsimblr]

iambkay Thank you starlightboulevard for inviting me to host tonight’s Nomination Ceremony. Congratulations again to all the nominees for Fall Accolades and Celebrity Tile placements this year! It still feels like a dream to see my name amongst the legends on the Boulevard and I wish all of you can feel the same one day. I am also so very honored to be the first recipient of the Global Innovator Award. I hope to continue to live up to such a prestigious title. 🦋

-

simshaderoom Nominations are out for the Starlight Accolades. #BaileyKay hosted the event and collected new bling she won earlier this week. Noticeably missing from the list once again was #DizzyDes. Everyone thought this was finally going to be his year to get on the Starlight Boulevard, but looks like he will have to keep waiting. Y'all think this has anything to do with the BK vs Dizzy feud??? 🤔

d-lo Congratulations Queen!!! Who do I have to speak to so I can get my ⭐ next to yours?! #Vybez #Winning 🎧🦋

dizzydes Where is that conspiracy guy because this shit is crazy! Snubbed again by the Boulevard when my success speaks for itself. The numbers don’t lie! And now we’re making up awards because the spoiled princess can’t win anything for the actual music??!! Real interesting…

rubberbandshan Congratulations Queen BK! We know you don’t need awards to tell you how great you are but that bling still looks good on you.

rubberbandshan Also D-Lo returns to the top spot!!!!!! Can't hold him down. Congratulations on making it to the Boulevard!

kingb I love this Fucked Around and Found Out Tour that Dizzazter is on! Getting my 🦋 Hive liiiiiiife. Congratulations to the Queen and King!

anon I swear I'm not on Dizzy's side but this random ass award is kinda weird. It seems like the Starlight Academy is trying to make up for BK not getting the awards she used to. Just a thought.

wildbutterfly I mean this with all respect but daaaaamn the girls are SITTING in this dress and BK is looking so... luscious. I just want to be in the room. Just want to observe. That's all...

c.spiracy I heard I was summoned but I don't work for you Dizzy. I was also too busy looking for clues and you almost made me miss an obvious one. The necklace... one large mama butterfly and her four baby butterflies surrounding her. Sighs in I'm always right.

[sccpmccabe]

It took me a while but I finally got a video with good video quality (at some point the audio gets shit, but that's what I managed to find) of the speech Marta gave when receiving the honor during the FIFA The Best awards ceremony today.

(I did my best to translate, but it's worth remembering that my first language is Portuguese (BR) and I don't usually speak English that often, so the text/speech may contain some errors)

"I'm sorry, but I'm going to speak in Portuguese because I want you to understand what I want to say at this moment".

"It's always difficult to go on that stage and not get emotional. I was fortunate enough to receive the best player award a few times and I think it's much easier (to receive this award) because you'll base yourself on what you did throughout the year and thank your teammates, thank everyone staff, family, but this (the tribute) is, without a doubt, much more special, it's difficult to even find words, but I want that, just as I see in this tribute, I want all women to also be able to see a promising future where it is not only directed towards football, sport, but any activity because what we seek daily through what God destined us to do is to seek to make the world a better place for everyone without distinction. It's about seeking equality, respect and I leave this message here for all those who have the power to transmit this message through what you do: do it, do it because the next generations will thank you. They will thank a Ronaldo (R9), a Zagallo, they will thank a Pelé [...] They will thank Jenni (Hermoso), who I had the pleasure of playing with in 2013 and who has evolved so much and has been doing her job on and off the field as a citizen of the world. So I want to thank FIFA and the entire football community for the honor that I am receiving in life and still in activity and I want to say that this, without a doubt, is a great motivation for us to continue seeking to evolve, because there is always the to learn and in a year of the Olympics (it inspires me to) who knows, maybe not play another one. After that I'll have the answers as to whether I'm going to continue or not, but for now, thank you very much. I'm very happy, my heart is just grateful".

[cyberfanzz]

A Nightmarish Christmas (PT. 1)

a/n: No joke this probably sucks bc I didn’t check anything and I haven’t been good at writing recently. A ‘Nightmare Before Christmas’ themed Dazai fanfiction. Sorry for not posting for so long. <3 also idk why but I feel like Dazai would be so funny as Jack Skeleton, that’s literally how I got the idea for this. this is only part one bc I’m lazy-

pairing: Dazai x GN! Reader.

Chapter one: Halloween is Over.

The air is cold and crisp on Halloween Town. Ghosts and Witches fly through the sky, strange demons are in place under beds or stairs as per usual, vampires roam the streets, along with many other beings that humans would usually call, “Unnatural.” The Mayor stands atop his vehicle stating random nonsense that not many understand but still go along with.

The wind blows through your hair as you look up at the moon, seeing the shadow of the boogeyman, his potato-sack like skin and animated looking facial features can be clearly seen on the glowing circle in the big night sky. Bats fly toward you so suddenly as you watch the town, you see a decapitated head rolling in the floor as the children watch and laugh, having the time of their lives. The pumpkin king comes into town on a horse that looks to be made of sticks for whatever reason. You go behind a talking tree of which skeletons hang from by the neck, watching the Pumpkin King grab a torch from a civilian in a swift movement, lighting himself on fire before jumping into a fountain of greenish water coming from a well carved statue of a dragon. When he came out, you could see him in his usual suit with the collar spiked outwards, his wavy, short brown hair flows in the wind and you see the bandages under his sleeves, ones of which you’ve heard people talk about before and theorize about why he wears them, it’s Dazai Osamu in the flesh. The crowd erupts in laughter and claps of pure excitement, you join them and start clapping joyfully. Everybody starts talking and celebrating the successful Halloween.

“Great job everybody! I think this year was our most terrible yet!” Dazai yells to the crowd, the Mayor speaks up, “Oh come on now, we couldn’t have done it without you, Dazai-“ “Oh, don’t give me all of that!” Dazai interrupted with a slightly higher pitched silly voice. You look over and see a friend, well at least that’s what Dazai would call him, of his, Kunikida letting out a heavy sigh and shaking his head at Dazais loudness that most found to be silly. The crowd starts to praise Dazai and you start to feel hypnotized by the crowd, without thinking you start to head towards it before being suddenly tugged back by your creator, starting to pull you away from the crowd as he rolled in his wheelchair.

“Come now. You’re not ready for all of that excitement.” He said in a old, stern voice. “But I am! I really am!” You protest, pulling back towards the crowd. “You’re coming with me!” “No I’m not!” You yell, pulling on your string and letting your arm be was holding fall off as you ran away, hearing him call you back to him at this instant. At a moment like that, you were glad you were a creation that was easy to take apart when needed.

The Award Ceremony starts off as Dazai runs away from the crowd, letting out a relieved sigh once he gets away. Though being heavily praised almost every year for Halloween, nobody ever seems to know much about him as a person, he was a mystery to all, though he could put on a silly and overly dramatic façade when needed. For a goofy suicidal maniac, he could come up with good plans each year for Halloween, even if most of them were jokes. He walked away, leaving the party behind.

another a/n: dang- didn’t realize I only wrote chapter one 💀 I’ll try to write more, just been in a slump lmaoo