#no i don't follow football in the slightest

[lepusrufus]

Something something sporty caitvi for the soul

[sweetbans29]

Varsity Jacket - CC

Pairing: Caitlin Clark x Reader

Summary: You and Caitlin keep it light and playful at a game (based on THIS request)

Warnings: fluff

Word Count: 2.4k

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AN: Is this not everyones dream?

It's the first time in the state's history of WBB that they decided to play basketball in a football stadium. A piece of history that has been led by one girl allowing thousands to benefit.

The game was chosen to be an exhibition game, a kick-off to the season, naming it the Crossover at Kinnick. They laid the Iowa WBB court within the confines of the outdoor football stadium, drawing a near 55,000 fans to be a part of the first game in Caitlin Clark's senior year. A NCAA record-breaking 55,000 fans. The first of many records Clark would break this upcoming season.

The game followed a lot of football Saturday traditions. The way the team was called out, a stadium flyover, and your favorite part - the Hawkeye Wave over to the kids in the UI Stead Family Children’s Hospital. You had done it before when your team had danced at football games and were excited to be a part of it today.

You are proud to be part of the Iowa Hawkeye dance team - have been for the past three years now. It is what brought you to IU in the first place.

Growing up dance had always been something you enjoyed. Unlike most of the other girls on the dance team, you didn't start taking dance classes until halfway through middle school. When you learned you had a natural talent for it, you started taking it more seriously. You joined your high school's dance team and decided it was something you wanted to try your hand at in college. When you auditioned going into your freshman year, you were one of two freshmen to make the team.

Since then you have captained the team for two football seasons, going into your third. Yet here you are, freezing your azz off because you forgot your damn coat.

Upon arriving at the stadium, you should have been prepared. You should have thought through how it is November in Iowa and how it is about to be winter but that doesn't cross your mind until you are shaking courtside.

"Didn't you bring a coat?" One of your teammates asks. She is currently bundled up in two jackets, ear muffs, and hand warmers.

"If I did, don't you think I would be wearing it?" You snap and immediately realize. "I'm sorry babe, I am just freezing."

You are trying to hide your shaking body and keep moving around to generate any sort of heat that you can.

A part of being on the dance team was being visible during the whole game. You weren't the cheer squad but your team had to be posted up next to them every game. It wasn't bad, it was just cold.

As halftime approached you directed your team to stretch out again, not wanting them to pull anything while dancing. You did the same, as you watched your basketball continue to do what they do best.

Once everyone was stretched, you all bunched together ready to take the court.

"I am still freezing my ass off," you say rubbing your hands together and huddle close to your friend. "I can't believe I didn't bring my freaking overcoat."

The team was coming off when someone bumped your shoulder causing you to take a few steps back.

"Hey! Watch it," you tell the 6-foot frame.

"Oh shit, I'm sorry," the girl says. You pull down your skirt and smooth it over. Once you are satisfied with your outfit adjustment you look up.

'Of-freaking-course', you think to yourself as you make eye contact with none other than Caitlin Clark.

"I didn't see you there," she says, the slightest smirk peaking out.

"Very funny Clark," you say trying to hide your own smile and keep it serious.

"Oh, keeping it professional now are we?" She says. "It's cute, but you can call me Caitlin."

"That is so kind of you," you say, kind of surprised she is still there talking to you. You finish your sentence with, "Clark."

She just smiles and shakes her head. You hear the music come on and you know it's your cue. Caitlin doesn't follow the rest of the team back through the tunnel, rather stands to the side and watches you and your team take the court.

Caitlin knows she should be back with her team. More so to warm up but she couldn't nor wanted to take her eyes off you. She stood there watching you and your team keep everyone entertained during halftime. A smile resting on her lips the entire time.

She has seen you around before. How could she not, you were at practically every sports game. Caitlin would frequent the Hawkeye's football games but never really got close enough to see you perform (something she will probably never admit to you). If it wasn't seeing you in passing there, she noticed you would go and watch other sports just for fun. She has to think about it but if she remembers correctly she has seen you at both the men's and women's volleyball matches, women's soccer, and even some track and even the women's swim and dive meets.

Caitlin cheers on your team as you finish your routine and runoff, making way for the cheer squad to perform their routine next. As you make your way back you see Cait standing in the same spot she bumped you in. She is smiling at you and clapping as you make your way over. You walk up to her despite the murmurs you hear from your team, only making out your name and Caitlin's in their muffled conversations.

"Aren't you supposed to be somewhere, Clark?" You ask as you cross your arms over your chest. You may have just performed a 6-minute dance routine but the chilled air was unforgiving.

"Wanted to stay out here and watch - making sure your little frozen ass doesn't fall off," she says, her eyes never leaving yours.

"The team is great," you say with a smile choosing to ignore the second part of her statement and refusing to be the first one to break eye contact.

"I wasn't watching the team," she says, that stupid smirk playing on her lips again. You could feel yourself losing this battle.

"That's a shame, they are great," you say trying to regain any part of this conversation.

"Maybe, but not as great as who I had my eyes on," she says. You blush and look away. You felt like you were being interrogated by the freaking CIA not flirting with your school's superstar.

"Okay, Clark, you win," you say as you crumble under her gaze.

She rubs the back of your arm, letting her hand linger on you. You look back up at her.

"I should get back," she says not wanting to leave you but knowing her job isn't done.

"You should," you say, agreeing for her - the first time since this conversation has started.

"Thanks for umm, thanks for watching," you say, your nerves peaking out. She nods and heads in the direction of her team.

What the hell was that? You make your way over to your team and they are all chattering about the interaction. You take your seat next to your co-captain who is just looking at you.

You keep your head forward still processing it all. Caitlin Clark was just talking to you. Not only that, but she waited and watched you perform then proceeded to flirt with you about it. Her hand was on your arm. You were thankful it wasn't skin-to-skin contact because you probably would have never let her walk away. She was teasing you.

You are too caught up in your own thoughts to see when someone had walked up to you. Your co-cap tapping your leg and nodding at the woman who was standing in front of you.

"Oh hi," you say and stand.

"I was told to bring this over to you," she says holding something, you look down and it's a jacket.

"Oh thank you," you say grabbing it.

"She wanted me to say it is from Caitlin," she says, emphasizing the name. "Told me I had to emphasize the name."

The woman walks away and you unfold the jacket to see 'CLARK' on the back right above the number 22. This girl is not serious right now. If you were under any other circumstance, you would not be putting it on but since the only time you have stopped shaking was while you were performing you decide to put the jacket on.

If your team was whispering about your interaction with Caitlin before, they are shouting from the rooftops now.

The basketball team comes back out and you find yourself looking for a particular someone. To your delight, she is making her way over to you.

"You got it, good," she says, wrapped in an Iowa jacket of her own.

"You didn't need to do this," you say but make no move to try and hand it back to her. It has been the warmest you have been the whole game. She lets out a little laugh.

"Sure, says the one who was shaking like a chihuahua," she says taking in the sight of you in her clothing. She could get used to this.

"I appreciate it, Clark," you say and she groans.

"Caitlin," she says.

"Clark," you retort.

"Cait," she responds.

"Clark," you are not giving in.

"CC, Caity, C - anything but Clark," she says frustrated.

"Why does it bother you so much that I call you by your last name?" You ask now the one who has the slight edge in the conversation.

"Clark, get your butt over here," one of her coaches yells at her.

"That's why," she mumbles and gives you one last look before running back over to the team.

"Get it Clark!" You yell after her, earning some whistles and shouts from your team.

You're thankful it is still cold out because the redness on your cheeks can easily be taken as cold, hiding your blush.

Your team doesn't shut up about the fact that you had talked to Caitlin but she gave her varsity jacket to you to wear. All the girls were staring at you and taking in the sight of the player's jacket.

A ball gets swatted out of bounds and you catch it before it can hit anyone on your team. Caitlin sees where it goes and books it to grab it from you.

Here is the thing about Caitlin, she is the last person to go and catch a ball that has been hit out of bounds. Her whole team was aware of this. So it is to everyone's surprise when she is the first one to hustle after the ball when the whistle is blown.

You hold up the ball for her.

"Careful there Clark, could have hurt someone," you say.

She laughs, "Ya right."

"Since when are you the first one to run after a loose ball," you say exposing that you may have watched her more than a few times. Could anyone blame you? Caitlin has been drawing the attention of the whole nation.

"Didn't want to miss the opportunity to come talk to the pretty girl," she says with that damn smirk.

"You are too kind Clark," you say faking flattery.

"Oh, I was talking about the girl next to you," she says teasing you.

You sit there speechless as Caitlin finally takes the ball.

"I'm kidding, but you should see the look on your face. It's priceless," she says winking at you before heading back over to inbound the ball.

'Oh it is on Clark' you think as you watch them finish up the last quarter.

Caitlin, of course, plays amazing. She finishes the game off with her first triple-double of the season. You watch as she celebrates with her team - all of who were excited to start the season on a high note. You are celebrating with your team when they all go quite in front of you and stare at something behind you. You turn around before Caitlin can tap your shoulder.

"Ahh, so we meet again," you say with a smile. "Well done Clark."

"Okay, enough with the Clark. You are wearing my jacket for goodness sake," she says and shakes her head.

"Oh, ya, thank you for this," you say and begin to take it off. She stops you by putting her hand on your arm - the second time today you note.

"Hold on to it, if you take it off now you will start shaking again and I don't really care to see you looking like a little chihuahua," she says and scratches the back of her neck. You raise your eyebrow at her. If you don't give her the jacket back now, that means you will need to see her again to return it.

"And who exactly am I supposed to get this back to you?" You ask.

"Well that is actually why I came over here," she says and you can tell she is a little more nervous than she had been before. You don't notice but both of your teams are watching the interaction between you.

"Okay," you say encouraging her to continue.

"How would you feel about going out with me this weekend?" Caitlin says as she has to mentally remind herself to keep her breathing steady and to not rush her words.

"I don't know..." you start. "I was thinking I could just have someone swing the jacket by one of your practices."

Caitlin's face looks mortified and you immediately bring your hand up to hers to ease her, your joke being taken a little too serious.

"I'm kidding Clark," you say and give her hand a squeeze. "I would love to go out with you this weekend."

She smiles widely.

"Great," she says. "I'll text you details," she begins walking backward.

"And how are you going to do that without my number?" You say as she is now just out of reach.

"You're cute," she says, now back in control of the conversation. "I've had your number for a while, now I just get to use it."

You stare at her, mouth agape. You don't know how to get the last word in so she does.

"Talk to you soon babe!" Caitlin says and runs back towards her team.

AN: This was a cutie. Hope you enjoyed it and let me know what you think! And as always, thank you for the love and support 🤍

[pistatsia]

Shidou Ryusei: as free as a bird

Shidou is uncomfortable, imperfect. He's vulgar, he's gross, he's blatantly cruel, and he's incapable of compromise. He's hyper-excitable, constantly ready to fight and even looking forward to that brawl. He switches between moods like a kaleidoscope, and what falls out in that kaleidoscope is unpredictable.

Shidou has absolutely no understanding of morality.

This is especially evident in his encounter with Kunigami.

He has absolutely no understanding of the concept of protecting someone simply for no gain. Trying to protect someone heroically, purely because of an understanding that it's wrong, is ridiculous to Shidou. Shidou has only "his" and "others", and that "his" so far includes only Sae, as shown in the episode where he tries to turn Sendou's face into mush.

Nor does he understand the moralization that it is wrong to hit people. He just doesn't get it, and it's probably ridiculous for him to even think about it, because at the deepest level he has an attitude to respond to any hint of a threat with a fight.

Most likely Shidou grew up in an environment where brute force decided everything. That's why he's so hyperexcitable.

Shidou is in a constant state of tension, waiting for even the slightest hint of a threat, which he is happy to crush immediately. He's constantly ready to strike because he's used to constantly feeling a threat - one that he had to respond to with violence because he wouldn't have survived otherwise. His "fight" response, out of a combination of ancient instincts called "fight-flight-freeze," is always switched to the max.

We all know that the attack is the best form of defense, and Shidou follows this motto with his entire being. "Beat your own so that others will fear you" is about him.

Shidou doesn't mention his family at all in his Blue Lock profile like other players do. Remember how he talks about Santa in the same form - "I can buy something on my own" sounds very childish and unhappy. When you're trying to prove to yourself that you don't need it at all - because if you need it, you won't get it anyway.

Beyond that, even leaving aside his family and theoretical home environment, we know for a fact that Shidou didn't play for any football team before Blue Lock.

He was a loner, and therefore the only space where he could practice was the street.

And street football is insanely, inhumanly violent.

And it makes sense that this similar environment, both at home and in the game, formed the core of Shidou's personality that we see in the manga. The core of personality, which is based on the desire to survive, and not just survive, but to show everyone around him that despite everything he has gnawed out a life for himself with his teeth. A life in which cruelty is the law.

A life where he exists.

Shidou is probably one of the most evident Blue Lock players, for whom football is not only inextricably linked to life - it is life. And Shidou is absolutely explicit about this both in the interview and in the manga.

For Shidou, football and life are one and the same.

The same thing that Aiku says: Shidou is incapable of separating the field and life. They're inseparable in his world in general; they're one and the same.

It is only logical that Shidou transfers the laws of his life to football as well; and ends up playing football the same way he plays life - a football of the "survival" kind. Where it is his biological need (I'm sorry), his only aspiration, the violence that breaks everything in its path. Where the way to "survive the game", just as in life, is to leave your mark, to somehow prove your existence in people's lives, to be remembered by them and imprinted in their memories.

And pay attention to the way Shidou lives: not according to the rules, uncomfortable and bright, believing that it is better to burn to the death than to lie in a corner as a gray shadow, but alive.

There are no rules in Shidou's football; therefore, there are no rules in Shidou's life.

And that's why Shidou despises heroes and "good guys"; because only naive idiots who don't understand real life, the one where your survival is all that matters. That's why he mocks Kunigami's principles so much: because to him, a child for whom his whole life has been one big attempt to gnaw his teeth out to survive, such principles are irrelevant.

Because there are no heroes in Shidou's world, and even if there were, they've long since broken.

And there are no restrictions in Shidou's life either. He lives a violent life, and it makes sense that he lives by the same principles in Blue Lock, not hesitating to threaten Rin with the end of his career or Igaguri with murder.

He's not violent because he takes some special pleasure in bullying Igaguri: he's violent because that's just who he is. He doesn't have a "harming others is not okay" attitude. It's instinct - as seen especially in his episodes of fighting with Rin. He doesn't care at all about causing him long-term harm or ruining his career - on the contrary, he enjoys it in the moment.

And this is especially evident in his relationship with Isagi; while Shidou had nearly smashed his head in the day before, on the field he already openly admires him and is quite friendly. Shidou doesn't give violence any particular importance - you don't give any importance to brushing your teeth or throwing out the rubbish in the morning, do you?

For Shidou, it's just insignificant, because violence is the organic basis of his life, its law and right.

Today he's trying to kill Isagi, and tomorrow it's Isagi-chan.

Because Shidou has no social competence - he had no parents to bring him into society and set some morals.

And his desires are pretty simple and even primitive. When he learns of his potential salary, his first thought is how much he can eat on it. All he basically wants, almost to the point of obsession, is to induce vivid emotions, explosion, adrenaline - something Shidou is addicted to, living in constant danger and something that allows him to feel alive and existent.

You know who that sounds like? Denji. A main character from Shidou's most favourite manga.

They both had no guides to society. They're both unfortunate kids who were deprived of absolutely everything when they were young. Who are so vulgar and repulsive not because there's anything wrong with them and they act so deliberately and meanly - but because they just don't know any other life. They just don't understand what it's like to live differently. They both live on base instincts.

And they both try to greedily claim as much as they can from the life around them - the food, the people, the sensations.

Because they had nothing before.

Back to Shidou and his football.

The most amazing thing about Shidou is the way he treats his opponents (omitting attempts to injure them). Shidou, even when losing, finds time to admire them - to admire those who took the ball away from him or stole a goal. He's really just having a good time - while for Rin, football is something to be taken completely seriously, for Karasu it's a need to pre-analyse opponents, and for Snuffy it's work, Shidou is just having fun.

And at the same time, what, along with "watch as world reaches its end" and "at the end of the day, when I became nothing, tears came out" demonstrates the duality of his nature is his attitude to losing.

He and Kaiser actually have too many parallels, but this is one of the most obvious - even though they treat the issue differently, they act in the same way.

They're both prepared to admit when they're losing - and they're both willing to break themselves for the sake of the goal. They both know how and when to tame jealousy and the losing parts of their being.

Because they don't believe in winning (explosion) any other way.

Shidou knows when to back down. Because he learnt this too from his childhood - that if the opponent is stronger than you and you keep carelessly breaking forward, sooner or later it will destroy you. The only way to win is to recognise his superiority and fracture yourself, forming a new self - one that can defeat him (as seen in Shidou's willingness to stop fighting so that Ego would let him out, and Kaiser's with his story with Noa).

The ability to appreciate and recognise the strength of your opponent is a basic principle of survival.

But at the same time (just like Kaiser), Shidou doesn't believe that there are invincible opponents. You just have to know the way to break them.

Or rather, not know: feel. Which is what happens at the U-20 game when Shidou enters the flow.

Logically, with all of the above, Shidou is a complete individualist, and is unable to comply with Rin even for the sake of a goal - because Shidou knows he can beat him. The point at which his PXG game has evolved - with two formations, one centered on Shidou and the other on Rin - is the clearest evidence of this.

Shidou knows when to back off - but Shidou isn't going to back off until circumstances force him to.

And in the end, this approach of Shidou ended up being too egoistic for Blue Lock, which is insanely ironic. What's also funny is that along with it, it's his attitude towards football that epitomises Ego's ideal - a player who puts everything he has into it because it's his way of surviving.

And so we come to that one scene of punishment. And it's this, along with Shidou's monologue from the U-20 game, that reveals him the most.

Because in the first few frames Shidou looks frankly miserable. Of course, anyone would look that way in his position. But suddenly Shidou starts talking calmly, offering a compromise - and then in the same second he snaps.

He explodes, cursing Ego - though as his words show he understands the reason for the punishment - he's even willing to compromise. It's illogical to curse the one on whom his salvation depends, isn't it?

Shidou acts this way because he's afraid.

Because in this moment - bound, locked up, and alone - he is defenseless.

He's like a caged animal that can't think logically - he's terrified, he's scared, he can only throw himself helplessly around the cage, grinning his teeth wantonly. This is the first time we see him so seriously angry (he still did get some fun, adrenaline rush during the fight with Rin).

The worst thing for Shidou, free as a bird or a tiger and most of all wanting that very freedom (more about that later) is vulnerability and limitation. Powerlessness. For the sake of overcoming this, he is ready to give up violence and his principles of life, as long as he is released and pulled out of this hell of helplessness.

And this fear is actually incredibly characteristic of his personality too.

But in order to understand why, of all the possible punishments of the world, it is the restriction that drives him to panic, let's remember what football means to him and his style of play in it.

Shidou has sharp and monstrous, even beastly reflexes and instincts. They are honed to the max. He is very strong physically, fast, agile, flexible, perfectly sensing the space around him. Optimal in his movements. Unpredictable. His illogical patterns are impossible to read.

Shidou is all of one naked reflex and instinct, free in his absolute savagery. He is a completely separate character outside of the Ego's system. He literally speaks a different language.

And Sae happens to be the only one who understands that language.

And up until their moments together, this is most vividly shown when Sae stops Shidou from beating up another player - and not just stops him, but understands what needs to be said.

Which again proves that in the violent chaos of Shidou's life he does have a certain logic. A constantly shifting, flexible one, but one...

Which, again, Sae alone understands.

And it is through playing with Sae that the whole point of why football is so important to Shidou is revealed. Why he plays it so instinctively, despising the rule, the tactics, and his teammates. Why is he suddenly willing to "break himself" for Sae, adjusting his rules of life to fit him, yesterday's stranger - because Sae accepts both him and his football, and doesn't try to limit or remake him. And that's exactly why Shidou is willing to be changed to match him.

Because Shidou's football, the life he wants to achieve, is all about freedom.

And that's not enough for him. It's not enough for Shidou just to play, just to live. It can't be enough for a man who is used to living on adrenaline and fighting for his existence every day.

Life for Shidou is about freedom, just as football is his escape and a place where he can exist.

Shidou stands out, doesn't follow the rules, exists so vividly and with every action clearly and distinctly proving his presence...

To live.

Both football and Shidou's life are about escaping, about breaking out of his limits. To see the world as himself - free and alive.

Football makes Shidou feel whole, feel alive. Football is what glues him together. It's the only way he can prove what he is - by achieving something. By making himself colorful, visible, uncomfortable - in a way that he can't be turned away from.

One that will allow him to leave a trace of his existence in the world. One that will prove to him that he is.

For Shidou, all these metaphorical (or not) explosions are actually a way of proving that he exists.

Even his fights and quarrels actually serve his purpose - and Shidou himself confirms this in his monologue. All of this is to be vivid, to imprint, to exist.

To be someone who cannot be forgotten or turned away from.

Who cannot be overlooked.

Who exists as obviously as he can.

Even his favorite subjects at school - Art and Physical Education (the latter obviously about football) - are related. Because it's possible to leave your mark on the world with art, too - and it makes sense that Shidou admires it so much. Because art is, after all, the most colorful thing a living person can leave behind.

And for Shidou, art is football.

For him, to exist is to be free. And to burn so brightly that it blinds his own eyes - otherwise both life and football become bland, boring and insignificant to him. Just like his evenings - remember "When is the last time you cried?" from The Egoist Bible? And remember Shidou's response?

"At the end of the day, when I became nothing, tears came out."

Because in the evening, emotions and people disappear and you're left to yourself. Empty, aimless and in a way pathetic - because you're no longer on fire. Because you lose all the things that made you feel during the day.

Shidou depends on vivid emotions - because, due to his difficult youth, they are the only things that allow him to feel that he is alive.

That he's free.

Shidou's favorite song is also about freedom and trying to break free from the constraints of his life.

There is nothing in the world Shidou longs for more than freedom.

And the spider in Shidou's favorite song is limited and weak.

A spider without wings is incapable of flying. The spider without wings is trapped in unfreedom, looking at the blue and vast sky above his head every day - one that he cannot reach.

A spider without wings is incapable of flying - and those wings Shidou himself, like the spider in the song, could not get, no matter how hard he tried.

But Sae gave Shidou those wings. Sae gave Shidou the ability to play to his full potential, the way he craved with his entire being. Sae took him out from Blue Lock. Sae acknowledged him. Sae gave him a chance to make his mark on the world and gave him purpose, he showed him that there was someone who understood him and his aspirations on this base, animal level.

Sae gave Shidou freedom.

And Shidou learnt to fly.

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⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ "could've just asked mark" ; jb22

summary ; mark is a pretty protective brother, but that doesn't mean jenson can't not shoot his shot, right?

you've never been the type to get starry-eyed over famous people. perhaps it was how much time you spent following your older brother mark around, seeing famous people scattered around the paddock. with equally famous drivers driving just a few feet from where you always were, in mark's garage. so when jenson button, fresh off his win in australia sits next to you, you can glance at him quickly without having to give him a second look. it's jenson, who cares?

in your head, you're wishing mark was here to scare him away. from the quick glance you saw his fluffed, dirty blonde hair and a shirt so unbuttoned the only word that came to mind was slutty. now, with his arm slung around the back of the couch, you can smell the scent of his cologne; strong, musky. the type of scent that makes you want to chew on someone. sexy. you tip your head back, staring at the colored lights and wonder how you got here, thinking of your brother's coworker like this.

"you an aussie?" he asks. you turn your head to look at him. his head is resting on his stretched out arm, a little smirk playing on his lips. "yeah?" words a little breathless, a tinge annoyed. you're wearing an australian football national jersey for christ's sake. what non australian would own that. you cross your legs, thigh resting on top the other, your mini skirt riding up just the slightest. his eyes draw there, his little smirk growing at the sight.

"thought so, i always see you with mark...in the paddock. wearing his polo, and the fucking mini skirts." a bated breath leaves his lips, words teetering on something unprofessional. he's friends with mark, your brother. you have to remind yourself that as he moves closer, his thigh brushing slightly against yours. "so you're a stalker, now?" you try to hide your smirk as his eyes glance around, like mark will pop out of nowhere. he laughs, relaxing into the couch slightly.

"just an admirer." he grins, hand on your thigh. testing, hesitant. "don't tell mark i said that though." his cheeks are a little rosy, and you're trying to discern if it's from embarrassment or the drink he's got on the table. you don't get too much time, because mark is showing up. jenson pulls his hand from your thigh like he burned it, trying to act cool as mark reads the situation.

mark quirks a brow, looking between you and jenson. he's got two drinks in his hand, one cherry red that you assume is for you. "you two a thing now?" mark gruffs out, sitting down on the couch on your other side. jenson laughs and you smile, taking your drink from your brother. mark makes conversation with jenson, who's replies are strained, spoken with a stutter and rosy cheeks. eventually, fernando joins the four of you, saving jenson from future embarrassment.

mark and fernando chat, their attention divided from the two of you. you turn to jenson, patting his thigh gently. "better luck next time, yeah?" you smirk, taking a sip of your cocktail. "yeah, maybe at a place where there's less...mark's." he laughs, the words sounding like they're stuck in his throat. you raise a brow, noticing his attempt at flirting.

"i have a place in monaco, you know?" you try, watching as his eyes widen. "really, how- i asked a lot of people about you, and no one knew anything," jenson chuckles, running a hand down his red face.

"you could've just asked mark." you roll your eyes, like it's the easiest task in the world. the best you can get are hookups, nothing too permanent that mark will try to scare them off. "right. yeah. could've just asked mark."

[hwanchaesong]

┗🖋️ Behind the victory is a spice / Ball tagged onto the prize / Then the touch is nothing but a vice / Inhaled not once, but thrice 📖

🎧: Taylor Swift - The Alchemy

wc: 1.6k

genre & warnings: fluffff, tinier than a dust angst, college setting, football player!Riki, inaccurate game of football, cursing, mentions of beer, appearnce of other enha members, bisco and konon as special guests, etc etc

a/n: this is a part of The Tortured Poets Department series. if y'all want, you can read the other album inspired fics of other groups here.

The incessant knocking on your door made your head ache even worse, the scowl that greeted the person behind the annoying sounds disappeared when you saw who it was.

"Riki, I told you I don't want t- oh? Konon? What are you doing here?" you frowned apologetically at the girl, to which she only shrugged off.

"I'm here to give you this." she hands you a piece of clothing, a familiar one and you can't help the nose scrunch.

"Uh.. thanks. Take care on your way back." you mumbled, not believing that your boyfriend has to send his sister here in order to accomplish his mission.

"Wait!" she hurriedly says, stopping you from closing the door, "I know that my brother is an idiot for doing what he did. But he does love you, given that he's been sulking since your fight."

You laughed a bit at the snitching, imagining the tall boy pouting, "Thank you so much, Konon. Don't worry, we'll work things out."

She waves her hand, "I'm not worried in the slightest!" she giggles, "He deserves the silent treatment, but I do hope that you'll attend his game."

You nod, bidding each other goodbyes and you sigh. Looking at the item in your hand before spreading the oversized fabric out, a small piece of paper falling from it.

You raised an eyebrow, picking the paper up and examining its contents and it gave you a major facepalm moment. Still, finding it uniquely endearing.

Good day to the prettiest girl who is reading this! You have been given the honor to attend my (Nishimura Riki aka your boyfriend) game tomorrow at exactly 4 PM.

Please encircle your answer from the following options:

1. Yes

2. Yes

3. All of the above

Thank you! (ily)

You rolled your eyes at the silly content of his letter, tucking it gently on your coffee table and proceeding to your room to match the jersey with fashionable pants.

He basically wants you to come, so might as well give in. Besides, their team calls you their lucky charm. So you do have to attend either way, or else those rowdy boys will bust your ear out at uni.

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Riki nervously looks around the stadium, eyeing for the familiar figure that he hasn't seen for days. (and it kills him deep inside but he would NEVER admit it)

"She'll come." one of his teammates, Heeseung, pats his back when the older noticed his anxious expression, "We explicitly told her to attend our matches because she brings us good luck. She'll come."

"True that." Jake butts in, giving the younger a comforting side hug, "Now stop pouting and let's do the huddle."

Riki gets hauled into the middle of the field, joining the nestle of hyping the team up, but he couldn't fucking concentrate.

Focusing was proven difficult if he hasn't seen or felt your presence before a game, and it shows.

It was clear to anyone with eyes that their japanese star player had something in his mind- you.

He is getting icky, his teammates were exasperated as well. They are 5 points behind and they are all shouting for Riki to get that touchdown.

Can he do it?

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You took a deep breath when you heard the loud cheers inside the stadium. Wiping your clammy hands on your denim pants and boosting yourself up to go in there. 

Finally, you entered the arena, the bright lights blinding you for a second as you took some time to adjust. Moving through the plethora of watchers is a damn journey, finding the VIP spot that is always reserved for you. 

You sighed out of relief when you saw the seat was not taken because for real, you did overthink that someone might have stolen your place. 

Your eyes scanned the area, gazing at the scoreboard then towards the players. You hear their coach yelling, then you focus on the man that you had been avoiding for a while. 

Football is something that you never truly understand, sports in general, but your beloved is passionate about it. That is why amidst your studies, you put in the maximum effort to learn about it. That is why you can confidently say that you somehow understand the situation after analyzing what is happening.

Expanding your lung capacity, clutching on the metal bars that separate the bleachers from the field, you did the unexpected.

“Nishimura fucking Riki! If you don’t score a touchdown, I will not cook your favorite bungeoppang anymore!” you screamed like a madman, and it was like thunder struck the stadium as your voice echoed throughout the field. 

Who knew that L/N Y/N has the power to momentarily stop the whole crowd from cheering and the players to stop moving. 

Riki grins widely, scouting the bleachers and seeing you in the same seat that he has always saved for you during his games. 

The boy gave you a salute and even if you can’t clearly see his face due to his helmet, you know that he’s sporting a smug and victorious expression because you can’t resist him. 

Blood rushed into your cheeks and you tried to hide your embarrassment, concentrating on the game instead as the world started spinning again. 

You watched your school team defend like their life depended on it, more importantly, you stared intently at Riki’s running form, getting nearer to the end zone. 

You clasped your hands together, adrenaline coursing through your veins, praying for him to go for it. To win this and make you proud. 

And he did. 

Before the time ended, Riki successfully reaches the ball behind the plane of the opponent’s goal line. The side of your university in the arena went nuts when the broadcaster announced an overdramatic: "Number 10, Nishimura Riki, scores a touchdown! That makes Decelis University our champions for this year's league!” 

You clap your hands in celebration, beaming in happiness as you witness the chaotic scene in the field. The whole team is popping beers and splashing water, removing their shirts wildly, throwing their helmets, squawking like crazy and lifting the man who set the winning shot up in the air. 

Just then, Riki’s eyes meet yours and he immediately runs over to you, ignoring the trophy that was being handed to him by their coach. He does not give a fuck about the barrier separating you two, hoisting you above it, making you squeal around his arms. 

“Oh my god! Riki! No, let me go!” you laugh, gripping his shoulders for support as he walks back to his teammates.

“No can do, princess.” he smirks, raising you even further and declaring you as the team’s personal four-leaf clover. 

All members howl in excitement, agreeing with his statement because truly, ever since they met you, everything has been going their way. You are an amulet that blocks any ill-fated situations that might fall upon them.

“Put me down, Riki! This is embarrassing!” you covered your face with your hands and he finds it incredibly adorable how the tips of your ears turned pink. 

He follows you though, smoothly setting you on the grass field and gently removing the obstacle that interrupts him from getting a peek on your gorgeous face that he missed dearly. 

He holds your hands in his stupidly large ones, his fingers caressing your knuckles and he leans down until your noses are touching each other. 

“Thank you for coming, my princess. And wearing my jersey too.” he mumbles and you disconnect your intertwined hands, reaching to push his sweaty hair back and resting your palms on the back of his neck.

“I can’t possibly miss an important game of my MVP, right?” you chuckled and it was such a tender moment. Like no one was around you, well, in your point of view they are all blurry as the man in front of you invades all of your senses.

Riki hums, holding your waists and pressing your lips together without any further ado. 

He can’t help but smile into the kiss, the reality of having you in his arms like this outweighs any shiny prizes that he could ever dream of. 

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You giggled when your boyfriend kept on leaving feathery smooches on the expanse of your neck, frowning when he suddenly stopped to look at you with such sassiness.

“By the way, you have to explain yourself, missy.” he says, tightly holding onto you as you two cuddle on the sofa. 

“About what?”

“About why you’re late at my game yesterday.” 

It was like a light bulb turned on in your brain, a wicked smile on your face that it somehow scared Riki despite being a menace himself.

“Well, I still haven’t forgiven you for the shit you pulled last week.” you admit and he groans, complaining that he only lent the jacket to some unknown girl to make you jealous. 

“Exactly!” you pout, grabbing his face and squishing his face, making him look like a baby duck, “So I have to do something about it.” 

Riki raised an eyebrow, suddenly curious at your story.

“What did you do?” a question that Riki regretted when you spilled the answer to it.

“I went and retrieved the jacket from the girl,” you put a finger on his lips, “don’t ask how I got her address. Then I gave the abomination to Bisco. He really loved playing with it, turning it into tiny little pieces of fabric. Very artistic.”

Riki’s movements came to a halt, his eyes slowly moving towards his pet who is currently chilling on the carpet, giving him a nasty side eye when he lightly glared at the Maltipoo. Then his gaze returned to you, gaping like a fish. 

“That jacket was expens-”

“The jacket smelled like a girl, unless you want it back?” the tight smile you gave Riki was enough sign for him to shut up.

“No, princess.” he hugs you closer to him, leaving a peck on the crown of your head, “I don’t want it. I can always buy another one.” 

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[suni-writings]

Shower

dominik szoboszlai x fem!reader

w.c: 1.6k

content warning: minors dni, smut, fingering, oral (fem receiving), unprotected sex (do not practice)

As the last few bits of soap finally slid off her body, she reached for the spot her towel usually laid at... to find nothing.

“What?” She questioned herself, automatically trying to remember putting it there before her shower, only she couldn't. “Fuck!”

As if on cue, the door to the volleyball team's locker room opened and a highly obnoxious voice was heard. What was he even doing there? She didn't think he was looking for her, but also, not looking for anyone else either. Maybe trying to steal Gatorade again? Be what it may, she needed his help, so she had no other choice but to swallow her pride.

“Dominik! Dominik?” She called out, and his newly commenced whistling ended abruptly. “Dominik, is that you? Can you, uh, pass me a towel? No, make it two, please. Please?”

The sassy hungarian smirked to himself. “Well, well, well...” he said, approaching the stall from where the familiar voice was coming from. “Aren't you in a mess, darling?”

She sighed, already exasperated. “Please, just pass me the stupid towel, don't make a fuss out of it.”

“Fine,” he said, reaching for the white cloth in her locker and noticing the neatly folded clothes next to it. “But I'm taking your clothes with me. If you want them back, come by my dorm.” He added while tossing the towel over her shower stall door.

“What?! No!” She yelled, hurrying to get herself wrapped on the towel to try and chase after him before he left the locker rooms, but alas, he was long gone when she finally managed. She groaned in frustration, seeing no other exit than changing back into her volleyball uniform and looking for him.

His dorm was in the building next, just across the fields, but that meant having to walk by every single team training right then. The staring— the gawking, the wish to give herself to the first jock she saw just to take some revenge on Domi.

No, no. Clear thoughts, happy mind. She would just grab her clothes and walk right out, back into the shower of her own apartment.

Three knocks were enough as she planned to annoy him into opening the door, but he seemed to be waiting right behind it for her. His face, it's obvious he's trying to remain serene and expressionless, but seeing her in her uniform is not what he expected at all.

He collects his thoughts as she lets herself in, scanning the room for any trace of her garments. “You changed back into your sweaty kit?” There's judgement in his tone, although it's slightly forced, and she notices.

“Yeah. Couldn't walk here naked,” she replies, a sigh following her words. “Although, with the way those jocks were looking at me, you would've assumed I was. Three of those... Football players tried to take a bite of me.”

Those words do not sit right with him at all. It was not what he had planned at all.

“Do you not have a backup outfit?” He asks, letting the slightest desperation in his tone be heard. She's definitely amused.

“Not on Fridays. It's laundry day,” she replies simply, adding a shrug between sentences. “Now, if you'd be so kind to give me my clothes, cause I need to go shower again, thanks to you.”

He doesn't say anything for a couple seconds, instead walks up to her from behind. “No, I don't think I will,” he speaks, slow and sure of his words. She sighs again.

“But Dominik, I—” His hands turn her around and he presses her body against his, his hand gripping her ass tightly. Oh, how much he loves her volleyball kit.

“No. You know, I have a shower here...” he suggests, hand now on her lower back but sliding down as he means to pick her up. She realizes this, and takes just a bit of impulse from the floor to help him, wrapping her legs around his waist. She stares at his unreadable expression as he marches towards his bathroom, definitely nicer than those locker room showers. “We could, you know... save some water.”

Her back is pressed against the wall as he suddenly opens the faucet on them, cold water soaking them as it slowly becomes warmer. More sudden, though, is the contact of his lips on hers as he desperately and hungrily wishes to reclaim her as his. He's tugging on the sides of her definitely-too-short lycra bottoms, trying to pull them off. Success, then her soft skin growing wetter as her tops are pulled off afterwards. His own white shirt is half buttoned up, but he's quickly undoing every button to throw it in the corner with her uniform. His trousers are next to go and he also pulls them off along with his gray Calvins. His lips have barely left hers in the process, though problematic at times, he manages to keep on kissing her as she sits on his shower ledge, next to his hair care products.

His mouth now moves to kiss her neck, slowly, devilishly. Her head is softly thrown back as he licks fire up her throat, at least it feels like it. Her legs spread for him when his fingers finally touch her— and that's it. She's gone, there's no point in fighting him –or at least pretending to– anymore. No point in faking a disgust for him and his mouth and his hands and his everything, he thought he had lured her into this, but in reality she had brought herself as a sacrifice.

His finger pumps in and out of her needy core as she moans, softly at first, trying to hold back and not demonstrate how good it actually felt. He adds a second one, and the holding back grows harder, just like him. His fingers waltz in her like they belong (and maybe, they do), she can't pretend it's not heavenly anymore. Fuck it comes suddenly out of his mouth, and he pulls his fingers out of her and gets down as best as he can. Water runs down his head and face as he devours her, her gentle moans becoming louder and more desperate with every stroke of his tongue on her. It's messy, it's uncomfortable, and yet it's the most toe curling orgasm she has ever had in her entire life. Her hands pull at his hair desperately, shuddering with pleasure as he tries to continue.

But his fingers weren't enough for her, and he was so egotistical to know it. He didn't even give her two seconds to recompose herself after taking her further from over the edge, he got up with shaky legs and pulled her into him. His dick slid into her so easily, you could think they were two matching pieces of a puzzle. He cursed out loud, throwing his head back before looking down at it. She was biting her lip, also looking down and then up at him. He could pull her and have her against the wall again, and so he did, bottoming out in the process while she clawed at the skin of his shoulders and moaned his name so loud, surely the people from his floor would recognize him by name from now on.

The pace that Dominik set wasn't even, no, it kind of picked up and slowed back down depending on how he felt—having her always compromised his durability. He kissed her neck, hard, biting even, trying to silence himself from the pleasured groans that were escaping him.

“I can't take it, I can't,” she cried. “S'too much,” and she moaned in desperation. Her neck had now several light purple marks, and his back was adorned with abstract lines of pink and red scratches.

“You can, babygirl, you can. Be good for me, take it, yes?” He spits out between thrusts, heavy breaths and low groans. Against her better judgement, she found herself nodding, her eyes tightly shut and her eyebrows knit into a very deep frown.

Her pussy clenched around him, something she had no control over at all. Still, it annoyed him, it felt so heavenly good he knew he wasn't gonna last much longer. “Fuck, princess. You feel so fucking good...” he praised. “Too good, I can't hold back much longer.” He warned this as his thrusts became sloppy.

Where did the hate go? Who blurred the lines? Did he even want the lines to be traced again? No, he most certainly didn't. Not when she was moaning in his ear, and her legs were wrapped around him, and her fucked out face was his and only his. Not when she was taking him in full without crying, not when she was coming undone for him again. He was definitely not going to let her go again. Fuck that stupid rivalry.

“Good girl, fuck,” he says to her in a soft tone. His hand comes up to push a few wet strands of hair off of her face. “You look so pretty when I fuck you.”

“I look pretty always,” she replies, breathless. He smirks.

His thrusting hasn't died down, and so a few strokes later he's desperately putting her back on her feet and pulling out, jerking off rapidly and letting his cum fall to the wet floor as he groans. As she's so suddenly standing again, she holds onto his shoulders to maintain balance.

He's trembling, breathing heavily as she observes the last few drops of his release gather on his tip, he rinses them off quickly.

“Now I guess we should shower for real,” he laughs.

“Again...” she protests, jokingly.

[toomanystoriessolittletime]

Slow

Summary: A night out celebrating Miller Contracting finishing their first big contract on time with the next one around the corner, leaves you going home with Joel and Frank, spending a night with both men you would have never dreamed of.

Pairing: Joel Miller x fem. reader x Frank Castle

Wordcount: 3,864

Rating: E

Warnings: somewhat established relationships, unspecified age gap, alcohol, smut (oral m receiving, unprotected sex) mmf threesome, everyone is bi here, feelings, a little derogatory language, public fingering, no outbreak AU

A/N: this is something I did not know I needed 26 hours ago. Also only a little edited. This is just for fun. I also fucking hate writing threesomes so if you find mistakes, please don't tell me lol

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„So, come around here often?“ You tried not to roll your eyes, leaning with your side against the bar counter of the shady, yet cozy dive bar your boss had all invited you to to celebrate finishing the first big project on time and landing two new ones. 

You hadn’t worked that long for Miller Contracting Ltd. You hadn’t been living in Austin long in the first place. A shitty break up and a boss who did not know how to keep his hands to himself let you pack your few belongings and visit your best friend almost a year ago. It had been a five day road trip, but it had changed your life. 

Now you had your own apartment, a new car and a new job as…. The girl for well, everything that had to do with numbers at Miller Contracting. 

Your boss did not make a big secret out of his dislike for paperwork in your interview.

Which led you standing in one of your favourite summer dresses, waiting for the guy behind the bar to notice you so you could order the last round for the table. 

You tilted your head to the side, finding Tommy looking at you, his eyebrows wiggling playfully, a silly grin on his lips. Tommy Miller was the younger of the Miller brothers and definitely had a drink (or three) too much already.

„Not sure if your wife likes you flirting with other woman, Miller,“ you grinned and he chuckled. 

„Not flirting. Don’t need to. I have the hottest wife at home. Here to help you,“ he said. 

You smiled, loving how in love he was with his wife, their first baby on the way. 

The bar man finally approached and Tommy ordered another round, water for you, and began to talk to the man about the latest football match. Something you very much were not interested in. 

Taking this as your cue to go you turned away, walking slowly back to the table. It was already getting late, and most of the workers had already left for home. Only Frank and Joel, your boss, were left.

They seemed to be in a deep discussion, leaving you to admire them both as you walked back over to the table. 

Frank had joined the crew not too long ago. Moving from outer state, looking for a job he had shown up at the working site, ready to be put to work. He had politely asked to talk to whoever is in charge after he knocked at the trailer that had been set up at the construction site for you. 

If you appeared… flustered he did not comment on it, talking to Joel who had been in the trailer with you to… talk about the pay checks for the coming week. 

At least that’s what he told everyone the day before the checks were due. 

Yes you did talk about the checks for the first ten minutes. The remaining time, however much he had left, was spend with you bend over your desk and he railing you from behind until you were both more than satisfied. 

You hadn’t been looking for someone. Much less your boss. Not that you thought a man like Joel Miller could be interested in you. 

He was… the manliest man you had ever met, older than you by a couple years. A hardworking Single Dad of a adorable twelve year old named Sarah. 

He was tall, broad, the slightest of silver shining through this dark hair and beard.

Funny enough the first time you slept together was after you both were a little tipsy in just this bar, waking up in his bed with a pleasant soreness you had never felt before, leaving for an awkward breakfast at which you both decided that you had to try this again sober. 

Deciding pretty quickly that you both wanted to continue seeing each other, no strings attached after. 

You, because you were figuring out a way to let you believe a man like Joel Miller could be interested in you (and your body) and Joel because he didn’t know how to let someone in and let them see the real him. The man who was scared to fall in love, to let someone in. 

Even though he already was very much in love with you. 

Not that you would know. 

You smiled at Frank as he looked up, sitting down next to Joel. Not too close, not too far. Even though part of you wanted to lean against his side and play with his hand that was resting on the bench next to you. 

„Whatcha talking about?“ You asked. They both looked at each other, before looking back at you.

„Hockey,“ both said in union and you nodded slowly, suspicious. 

„Doesn’t sound like a lie at all,“ you nodded and they both laughed. You looked at Joel, finding him hiding a smile as he looked at you for a moment before he looked back at Frank. 

Frank brought the bottle of his beer to his lips, taking the last sip, before he leaned back against the bench, watching both you and Joel with a amused smile.

You could admit that Frank was fucking hot. 

There was something dark about him, that made him even more attractive. And yeah when he was at the construction site and was working shirtless you always found a reason to spend a little bit more time outside. 

Something even Joel had noticed, hissing against your ear as he fucked you hard, asking if you wanted Frank instead of him. 

You only realised after that Joel had been jealous, finding him working shirtless only a couple days after, winking at you as he found your eyes.

Tommy stumbled against the table with the drinks. 

„My very beautiful wife is waiting outside for me. Be good. Don’t do something I wouldn’t do,“ he grinned and waved before he turned around and walked towards the door. You shook your head, laughing to yourself. 

„It’s adorable how much he loves his wife,“ you said, grabbing the glass of water and pushing the bottles of beer to Frank and Joel. 

„Never seen him like that ever before,“ Joel admitted.

„It’s a fucking miracle to find your person in this fucked up world,“ Frank said and you nodded. 

„Cheers to that,“ Joel said, raising his bottle, clinking it with his. You raised your glass too, cheering towards Frank, almost jumping in your seat as you felt Joel’s hand come up to rest on your thigh. You turned your head towards him and he clinked his bottle against your glass, giving you a small smirk, before drinking. 

You gulped before taking a sip of water. 

You had switched to water after your second beer, having drive here from home. Sarah was staying with a friend so Joel had invited you to stay the night and you were looking forward to tipsy Joel having his way with you. 

„So how long have you two been fucking?“ You head Frank ask and you chocked on your water, turning your head towards the man sitting across from you. 

He had his arms crossed, long at both you and Joel with an amused smiled. 

Frowning you looked at him, trying to come up with a lie you could tell him when Joel opened his mouth. 

„Better part of a year,“ he said and your mouth parted, shocked.

You two never had the discussion about telling anyone when you both still weren’t sure what this was or could become. Not that anyone ever had noticed until now.

Joel looked at you with a warm smile. He squeezed your thigh and you found yourself smiling back, warmth washing over at his admission. He did not even think about lying and it felt so fucking good to have a man not wanting to hide you like a dirty little secret. 

Even though you had been sneaking around for a year, but this was different. 

„Lucky bastard,“ Frank said and your eyes snapped from Joel to him. 

He laughed at your expression. 

„Don’t look at me like that. You’re fucking beautiful,“ he said, his eyes fixed on you. 

„She is,“ Joel said and you felt hot all of the sudden. His fingers pushed your dress up, his hand slipping between your legs and you bit your lip, your eyes still on Frank. 

„I’ve seen you watching me, girl,“ he said and you parted your lips, your chest rising as your breathing got faster. Joel’s hand kept wandering up your thigh, your legs parting for him unconsciously. 

„I haven’t…“ you began to lie, but Joel clicked his tongue. 

„Don’t lie to him, darlin’,“ he hummed, his hand between your legs pulling you closer towards him and you gasped. 

„Yeah, don’t lie to me darlin’,“ Frank repeated with a small smirk. 

„What… What is happening?“ You asked, lust clouding your mind, your panties wet as Joel fingers finally found their way to them. 

He hummed, his head bending down, his forehead resting against the side of your head. 

„Frank here had an idea to celebrate the good work you do,“ he said. 

„The work I do?“ You asked. 

„You’re the brain, we the muscle baby,“ Joel said and you gasped as his fingers pushed underneath your panties. 

„You… you did not talk about hockey while I went to get drinks,“ you said.

„No,“ Joel said.

„Joel…“ you whispered. 

„Tonight is about making you feel good. However you want,“ Frank said and you looked at him as Joel slowly pushed one of his fingers inside of you. 

You moaned quietly, your eyes slipping closed. 

„You want Frank and me to fuck you, baby?“ Joel hummed against your ear. Your eyes opened, looking at Frank who was looking at you with a raised eyebrow, waiting for your answer. 

You looked at Joel, his fingers slowly fucking into you. 

You wanted to ask him, where this idea came from. If he was certain. If he was really suggesting what you thought he was. As if he could read your mind he leaned close against your ear, whispering a quiet it’s okay. 

Flooded with confidence you turned your head, pressing your lips against his. 

„I’m taking you both home,“ you said, watching both men smirk. 

You were drunk on the power you felt as two of the hottest men you had ever laid eyes on sat on Joel’s bed, looking up at you. 

You had driven to Joel’s place with him in the car with you, Frank following behind. 

On the way Joel assured you that you were in charge to which you told him you didn’t want to be. You wanted them to fucking wreck you.

So he made you repeat the rules. 

Green for keep going. 

Yellow for slow down. 

Red for stop. 

You had never used anything than green with him before, and you did not plan on doing differently today. You trusted Frank. And you trusted Joel to keep you safe, no matter what. 

He told you to strip down for them as soon as you entered the bedroom, which left you here, slowly pushing your dress from your shoulders, swinging your hips with a shy smile as you let the fabric fall to the floor, leaving you in nothing but white laced lingerie you had worn for Joel. 

He had told you he loved you in white a while ago.

„Slower,“ Joel said, his hand palming his cock, still hidden inside his jeans. Your eyes moved from him to Frank you had his bottom lip between his teeth and one hand inside his pants. 

„Think about all the times you watched Frank work in the heat outside. Give him a little show, sweetheart,“ Joel hummed and you shuddered.

You turned away from them, taking a deep breath. You let your hands wander up an down your sides, your fingers playing with the straps of your bra, looking over you shoulder at both of them. 

Slowly up pushed the straps down before you unclasped your bra in the front, turning around, your hands covering your tits.

You found Frank’s eyes as you let your bra slip from your arms, revealing your bare tits to him for the first time. He hummed, his eyes burning as they raked over every inch of naked skin revealed to him. 

You hadn’t noticed Joel taking his cock out, his hand wrapped around his cock, slowly pumping it. 

„Go on,“ Frank nodded, a smile playing on the corner of his lips. 

„I think it would be only be fair if you get rid of some clothes to, Gentlemen,“ you said. 

„That so?“ Joel asked and you nodded. 

He looked at you, amusement in his eyes. 

„You heard the lady, Castle. Show her those abs,“ he said and you couldn’t stop your giggle at seeing Frank roll his eyes. 

Both of them took their shirts off at the same time and you couldn’t help yourself as you walked over, bringing one of your hands up to each of their broad chests. 

You sighed when you felt Joel’s hand hook into your panties, pulling them down your legs as Frank leaned in, kissing your tits.

„How about you get down on those pretty knees and suck Frank’s cock,“ Joel said and you looked down to his cock, biting your lip. He got up from the bed, his fingers tilting your chin up, his lips finding yours in a sloppy kiss.

„Show him how good your mouth is,“ he whispered and you nodded, looking back at Frank who had pulled down his pants in the meantime, his cock hard and leaking against his tummy. 

Slowly you lowered to your knees between his legs. His hand came to cup your cheek as you looked up at him, his thump pushing inside your mouth. You closed your lips around it, flicking your tongue over it. 

He smirked. 

„Imagined those lips around my cock so many times,“ he said, pulling his thumb out. 

„Yeah?“ You asked, your hand carefully wrapping around his cock. 

He hissed, his jaw clenching while he nodded. 

„Let me know if I live up to your Imagination,“ you said, your lips kissing the tip of his cock, humming as you licked your lips, tasting his precum. 

„Fuck me,“ he groaned and you grinned as you parted your lips to suck on the tip of his cock. 

Hallowing your cheeks you slowly took him deeper, humming at his taste. He was a bit thicker than Joel, maybe an inch or so smaller. Relaxing your jaw you took him deeper, bobbing your head slowly as you sucked him off. Your hands resting on his thighs, digging into his skin. 

The noises he made were downright sinful, your pussy clenching around nothing. 

His hand came to rest on the back of your head, his fingers pulling your hair a little. 

„You can fuck her mouth. She loves it,“ Joel said from behind you and you moaned. 

„That so?“ Frank asked and you blinked your eyes, nodding with his cock in your mouth, humming around it. 

You felt Joel’s hand on the back of your neck and you looked up finding him hovering over you. 

„Come on, show him how much of a little cock slut you are,“ he said and you moaned, taking Frank’s cock deeper until your nose hit his pubic hair. 

You looked up at him, keeping him down your throat and he cursed before he began to fuck your mouth. Slowly at first, then getting rougher, the wet slurping of him fucking your mouth filling the room. 

„Fuck. You are good at that,“ he moaned, pulling out of your mouth. You smiled up at him, licking your lips. He got up to stand, pulling you up with him, kissing you hard. You moaned against his lips as you felt Joel on your back, kissing up your shoulder. 

Feeling four hands on you was a strange sensation. Someone was holding your tits in his hands, while other hands squeezed your ass. Frank’s tongue slipped into your mouth and you let yourself relax against Joel’s strong chest. 

„You can fuck her. But don’t cum inside of her,“ Joel hummed against your skin, kissing up your neck. 

You loved when he got a little possessive.

Frank parted from your lips, one of his hands holding your face as he looked at you, dark eyes fixed on yours. Joel’s hand slipped between your legs, his fingers playing with your clit. 

„Want me to fuck you?“ Frank asked. You nodded, pecking his lips. You turned your head to the side, Joel’s lips finding yours before you watched him kiss Frank, your pussy clenched at watching them kiss.

„Get on the bed. On your back. Wanna look at you when I make you cum,“ Frank rasped and you nodded. He took a step back and you got on the bed, flooded with confidence you spread your legs, laughing when he crawled over to you, kissing your lips. You felt the bed dip on your side and then there was Joel. 

His warm body against your side. 

Frank’s hands were on your thighs, pushing them apart as he kissed down your body. His lips closing around your nipple. 

„So fucking perfect. You’re a lucky bastard Miller,“ he said, flicking his tongue over your nipple. 

Instead of answering Joel leaned in and kissed you, humming against your lips. He deepened the kiss, his hand squeezing one of your tits. 

You felt Frank line up between your folds, the head of his cock slipping through your slick.

„She’s fucking soaked,“ he groaned and you sucked Joel’s lip between your lips as he parted from you. 

Frank rolled you to your side, so you were laying with him against your chest, one of his arms pulling you against him, and Joel behind you. You felt Joel’s hand on your stomach, his lips against your shoulder. 

Frank wrapped your leg above his, his cock between your legs.

„Want me to fuck you now?“ Frank asked, kissing you softly. 

„Please,“ you whimpered and he chuckled. 

„I got you,“ he cooed, parting your legs a little wider to make space for him, slowly sinking into your heat. 

You felt every inch of him, letting your head slowly fall back against Joel’s.

„Shit you’re so fucking wet. So warm,“ Frank groaned, slowly fucking into you. 

You moaned, closing your eyes. You felt Joel’s hand play with your tits and you reached behind, wanting to touch him. Opening your eyes you looked down and behind, finding Frank’s hand wrapped around Joel’s cock, slowly pumping his length all while he fucked you. 

„Fuck you’re both so hot,“ you whimpered and they chuckled. 

„You’re fucking breathtaking, baby,“ Joel hummed behind you and you whimpered. 

Frank began to fuck you harder, his thrusts hitting that spot inside of you, that made your whole body shake. 

„Oh, she’s close,“ Joel hummed and you felt his hand sneak between your legs, finding your clit, beginning to circle it. Frank’s hand was now on your hip, moving you against him. 

„Make her cum, Castle,“ Joel snarled. You reached your arm back, your fingers pushing into Joel’s hair, your fingernails scratching over his scalp. He kissed the side of your head, pinched your nipple and with the way Frank was fucking into you it was only seconds before you exploded, your orgasm making you cry out loudly.

„Fuck… Fuck,“ you heard Frank curse before he pulled out of you. Looking down you saw him jerking himself off before ropes of cum hit your stomach. You where still shaking from your orgasm when you felt Joel line himself up behind you and thrust into your still fluttering pussy. 

Your eyes closed, whimpering as Joel fucked into you hard and fast. 

„Always so fucking good for me,“ he groaned behind you and you moaned. Lips were on yours and you opened your eyes to find Frank kissing you. His hand now replacing Joel’s on your clit. 

„You gonna cum for him again?“ Frank rasped. 

„I can’t….“ You whimpered. 

„You can. Cum for me. Cum for me and I’ll fill this little pussy up. Just the way you like it, baby….“ Joel moaned behind you. 

„Fuck,“ you moaned.

Within minutes (or seconds or hours you weren’t sure anymore) you were coming again, clenching Joel’s cock so hard he chocked on a groan, fucking into you a couple more times until he twitched inside of you and filled you with his cum. 

„Oh fuck,“ you felt his forehead rest against the back of your head. 

„Oh fuck indeed,“ Frank said and you looked at him. 

You were a sweaty tangled mess of limbs and you could not remember the last time you felt so… satisfied. 

Still trying to fill your lungs with air you hissed when Joel slowly pulled out of you, feeling his cum dripping out of you. 

Humming, your eyes closed you snuggled into Joel’s chest, his arms around you and Frank hugging you both. 

You opened your eyes when you felt Frank move, giving you a shit eating grin as he slipped down the mattress, his face coming between your legs. You shuddered when you felt his tongue licking your pussy, cleaning you softly, humming like it was the most delicious meal. 

He pressed a kiss on your hip when he was finished, coming up to pull you close, leaning over your head to kiss Joel and then you. 

„That was….“ You began, trying to find words. 

„Should have done that sooner,“ Joel said and you chuckled. 

„Didn’t know that was an option,“ Frank said and you agreed. 

„Whatever my girl wants, she gets,“ Joel said, kissing your shoulder. 

You must have dozed of at some point, waking up cuddled against Joel’s chest, sheets covering your body. 

He was watching you. Joel had cleaned you up when Frank had said goodbye, not without telling him that it was time to get his head our of his ass and make things official with you. 

„Where’s Frank?“ You asked sleepily. 

„Left an hour ago. Told me to let you sleep,“ he whispered. 

You pouted. 

„Feel like I should have thanked him,“ you said and Joel chuckled. 

„You’ll see him next week. Bring him a fruit basked,“ he kissed your forehead. And you playfully slapped his chest. 

„Didn’t know you liked men too,“ you smiled. 

„What can I say? I’m full of surprises,“ he teased.

„Yes, yes you are,“ you sighed, kissing his chest. 

„Everything okay between us?“ You asked, half asleep. 

„Better than okay,“ he whispered just before you drifted back to sleep. 

A week later you were sitting at your desk in the trailer when the door opened and Joel walked in. He locked the door behind him and you grinned as he walked over. 

„Wanna have dinner with me tonight?“ He asked, as he walked over to you. 

„Like a date?“

„Like a date,“ he nodded, his hands coming to rest on your desk as he leaned towards you. 

„I’d like that,“ you whispered. 

„Great,“ he hummed, leaning down to kiss you softly. 

[nana-mania]

pls can you do a part 2 for the red flags of bllk characters!! it was so good!

࿐*ೃ sure!! i actually plan to do for more characters in part 3 so characters suggestion is highly encouraged! (4 CHARACTERS MAXIMUM)

“HIS RED FLAGS” - PART 2 - what does he do that make him an obvious red flag?

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ headcanon

࿐*ೃ feat : reo mikage, seishiro nagi, oliver aiku, rin itoshi

࿐*ೃ fandom : blue lock

࿐*ೃ extra : gn! reader, angst.

࿐*ೃ trigger warning : cheating, manipulation, profanities, toxic relationship.

REO MIKAGE

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ Reo would be the best, most perfect partner ever if only he believes that not everything can be resolved through his wealth. He loves you, he does but you're never his priority. All he cares about is his football career. He barely has time for you, often spending time with Seishiro to practice soccer together until dusk nearly everyday. When you tell him about your worries, you expect him to take action and finally considers to mend the relationship again. But he never. He just gives you tons of money and tells you to have fun by yourself to cheer you up. When you insist him to spend quality time with you, he harshly rejects you by saying he is busy. Indeed, he is busy. He is busy being Seishiro's servant and prioritizing his happiness more than yours.

“Sorry, Y/n. Not today. I have practice.”

“I told you, I don't have the leisure time to play around. I need to practice soccer!”

“Just take this money and enjoy yourself. Leave me alone and never speak about this matter ever again.”

SEISHIRO NAGI

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ Seishiro...is lazy, in general and in all ways. Relationship is a hassle for him to handle due to his lazy nature. He never make an effort to spice up nor mending his relationship with you. If it happens, it happens. That's his motto, one that he never fail to hold onto. Seishiro basically doesn't even care about you let alone your feelings for him in the slightest bit. He is solely using your vulnerability to his advantage. In all honesty, he only engages in relationship with you because he thinks you would be useful to assist him with his daily needs. You're a gullible person who simply follows all his orders like a servant, only thinking you only do this out of love and casting aside the fact you're being manipulated by your own boyfriend. He asks for breakfast? You make one for him. He tells you to wash all his clothes while he play games? You gladly do so. This goes on for a while until you realize how wrong this is and confronts Seishiro about it. The result, he never give a flying fuck. Instead, Seishiro manipulates you into thinking this is your own fault and makes you feel much worse.

“So...what's your point actually? You're blaming me over your own stupidity?”

“You're really dumb, Y/n. So dumb that it took you this long to notice.”

“Apologize? I never do anything wrong. It isn't like I hit you or anything.”

OLIVER AIKU

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ We all know what this man is capable of; cheating. From the start of the relationship, he has dropped countless obvious hints. During date, you will always find his eyes lingering on other people as he “admires” them with a lustful smirk on his face. When you confront him, Oliver just brushes it off and says you're overreacting. It doesn't matter how many times you scold him, he will repeat his doing. And as time passes, he straightout flirts with anyone that catches his interest right in front of you. Daring to even exchange number while his lips curves into a seductive smirk. He barely has time for you and frequently leaving the house to have fun with his “friends”, which turns out to be his secret lover, one that he has been cheating on you with for a long time.

“Jeez, you're overreacting too much. I'm just being nice to them.”

“What's wrong with getting their number? You know me, I like making new friends!”

“Come on...can you just be open-minded and let me do anything I want? I can date anyone I want besides you. You have no control over my life.”

RIN ITOSHI

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ You and Rin were like dream lovers, perfect for each other and completed each other's heart. That's it, until the dispute between Rin and his older brother happened that drastically changed him...and his relationship with you. Rin is not as sweet and as caring he used to be, solely focusing on his goal to surpass and beat his older brother in their unhealthy rivalry. He has become more distant and acts colder toward you. There is no spark of joy in the relationship anymore, with Rin drifting apart from you and you hurting from his cold-hearted treatment. You try to be there for him, supporting him in his journey to be the best striker to prove to his older brother but your efforts are often overlooked and left unappreciated by Rin. In fact, he sees you as a nuisance rather than his biggest supporter.

“I don't have time for you. Screw off, (Y/n).”

“You interrupted my practice to tell me to fucking rest? Are you telling me to laze around?”

“From now on, stop visiting me during practice. You are a fucking nuisance.”

࿐*ೃ thanks for reading this headcanon! likes and reblogs are deeply appreciated ♡

[alittlefrenchtree]

I'm against any kind of hatred towards Nick because he "hates rwrb" because obviously that's not the case but I don't understand why we can't even express legitimate perplexity in the way he completely ignored (on social media) everything related to the film including the announcement of the sequel.

Today he will definitely announce the new project and ok, that's right, it's his job but isn't the sequel his project as well? Why doesn't that project deserve the same space on his socials? I don't understand why we can't talk about it in any way because we are immediately attacked by the throat and there is not the slightest possibility of exchanging an opinion and understanding.

ok, this one is polite and i’m too weak to resist talking about marketing stuff so i’ll bite.

Because there is nothing to talk about? Nick’s social media and instagram accounts are exclusively dedicated to promote what he has to promote (and also trying to be in Arsenal’s good graces, free tickets and all access invitations) and believe it or not, there is rules to follow with social media management.

Without talking about a ban or an exclusivity, there is still a schedule to follow when you promote something, similar projects on the same plateform and general logic about what you’re posting and when. When you share something, there is a goal to achieve. Remind your audience of a release date. Remind them they have your movie on their watch list and need to watch it (again). Lead them to like a post, to watch a trailer. Poke your favorite football so they notice you and give you stuff. Show to the people who are hiring actors to do stuff that you might not be a big name just yet but you’re hanging out with them and know how to wear expansive watch as well.

Breaking news, actor’s personal feelings is rarely on the list. Fan service for the pure purpose of fan service either (at least not in this case).

So regarding of the sequel, right now there is nothing to promote? Not a release date, not a teaser of a teaser of a teaser, not a visual (the generic ugly thing made in 5 minutes on canva.com isn’t a proper visual) not even the beginning of a shooting date. You don’t promote something when there is nothing to promote. The announcement was early, given that they had nothing to say about it except for Matthew and Casey writing it together. So it’s was mainly for fans. It doesn’t need Nick’s audience’s boost to spread the news because everybody who cares about rwrb (and also their grandmas) already know about the sequel. And there is nothing more to do at this point since there is nothing more to sell. Would it make sense if you were asking why there isn’t any billboard out there promoting the sequel? Like to say what? They didn’t even share a year for the movie. Not even a title 😭 So far it’s only a fan news.

So no, I don’t understand the perplexity (and even less the worse takes i’ve read out there). If you already know he cares about rwrb and its sequel, why would you need the validation of a random story or a random post?

That should be an opportunity for you and everybody who shares your feelings on that to ask yourself about what meaningless social media management bother you so much. That would be a more interesting question. Maybe it could help you make some of your relationships with people a bit healthier.

Took this one because i had free time on my hands while commuting, but i’m on my way to eat delicious food and next time i’ll have that much free time and energy on my hands will be in 9572847 business days so we’ll see if i’ll answer on any follow up on this conversation. Take care xx 💜 (and don’t forget to celebrate Nick’s announcement!! still on the Knives Out 3 boat personally)

[sandcobangevent]

Don't Go Chasing Booty Calls

by audraeciouslyme and @4thelneyj0nes

“John. Don’t.”

“Yeah, I know…But it could be something important. What if…if she’s hurt, or stuck in a well or something?”

“Stuck in a well?”

“Well, obviously not stuck in an actual well. It’s a, you know what nevermind….” John started at the phone lit up on the table between the trio. He knew he shouldn’t, but he couldn’t help himself. He picked up the phone and read the text.

Hiya

“So, what does it say?” Mariana couldn’t resist the urge to lean into John’s space as Sherlock did the same to read over his shoulders.

“Hiya? That’s all she wrote? And you were engaged to this woman?” Sherlock scoffed.

“That is definitely a booty call, John.” Mariana smiled around the edge her cider glass before taking a sip.

“What? How- how can you tell? It’s one word.” John couldn’t believe that they were actually having this conversation. Debating the suggestiveness of the word “hiya”.

“One word at half eleven. Agreed, Mrs Hudson. Definitely a booty call.”

“Wh- You know what a booty callis?” John couldn’t hide his surprise from his friend.

“Of course I know what a booty call is.”

“So…. are you going to respond to the booty call?” Mariana proded, a hint of encouragement hidden somewhere in her tone.

“Look, could we all stop calling it a booty call?” John’s voice carried across the pub, causing people to turn towards him in admonishment. Leaving John to wish he could crawl into his glass and drown of embarrassment.

“Its been years, mate. Years. Why would she,” John lowered his voice hardly above a whisper “Booty call me, now?”

“Didn’t you say that she was getting married soon?” Mariana asked.

“Yeah, uh, next weekend. What’s that…You think she’s getting cold feet or something?”

“Not necessarily.” Mariana snatched the phone out of John’s hands before he had a chance to think. “But we should find out. As a detective agency.”

“Mari- This-This is bullying. Don’t typ-What are you typing? Sherlock, why is she typing-Oh God, you sent it. What did you just send?” John’s face turned puce at the sound of the *woosh* from a message being sent. When it was almost immediatly followed by a reply ping, his ears perked up, suddenly more interested in the conversation that was apparently insuing.

“Ohhhh…” Mariana chuckled, reading the reply before showing the phone to Sherlock whose lip quirked into the slightest grin.

“Right, can I have my property back now? That is actually stealing. Stealing and bullying.”

Mariana ignored John’s plight, typing a response with Sherlock nodding next to her. John, for all his protesting, relinquished his fate to his friends, slowly collapsing until his forehead hit the table with a dull thud.

“Oh, She’s very pretty, John.” Mariana quirked an eyebrow at whatever had just been sent in reply to ‘John’s’ message. “Does she have a proclivity for Spanish women?”

“Ah, no.” Came John’s muffled response, his face smushed against the lacquered surface. “Apparently just tall, rougish footballers.”

“I don’t believe it is just tall, rougish footballers.” Sherlock said, watching Mariana engage in a quick bit of banter with the woman on the other side of the mobile. “She must have found something appealing about you, to have accepted your proposal, no matter how brief the engagement might have been. Ask her what that was, Mrs Hudson.”

“Thanks mate…’she clearly likes non-tall, rougish men. Look at you’, WAIT- Ask her what?!” John shot back up, rubbing the red mark on his forehead. “No, don’t you really don’t have to ask her that.”

“Why not? It is a perfectly valid question, especially given the circumstances.” Sherlock countered, pleased when Mariana had sent the question.

“She’s gone silent. There are no dancing bubbles.” Mariana pouted slightly.

“No, there. Look.” Sherlock nodded back to the phone as the bubbles bounced in response. “You made her think.”

“Christ, where is an exploding door when I need one?” John muttered, draining the last bits of his Guinness. “My round.” He stood, backing away from the table.

“It’s my rou-” Mariana started but was cut off by John.

“Just- let me leave the table, that way I can have feasible deniability about anything that happens here.” He gestured between the pair, conniving between his phone. “You’re a bloody menace.”

“Which one?” Mariana teased, laughing at John.

“Both. the both of you.” John shook his head, abandoning his mobile and his friends, leaving them to their own devices. Or to his devices, as it were.

There was no why that she was sending him a message beyond catching up. However, the idea tickled the back of his mind. What if it *was* a booty call? What would he do? Clearly he wouldn’t. That would be…Dumb…But it had been…years, as proved by the expired lucky condom….What was he thinking? Of course, he wouldn’t respond. If that’s even what it was. Which it wasn’t. People like John Hamish Watson didn’t get booty calls. Not from their ex-fiance, a week before her wedding….

Balancing the 3 drinks, John returned to the table, only to be met with the dark-haired crowns of Sherlock and Mariana’s heads as they huddled around his phone.

“Excuse me, Puck, Loki,” John cleared his throat to get their attention, setting the glasses down.

“John, is it true that you,” Sherlock squinted to read the text on the phone, affecting a slightly higher speech pattern, “Did a little dance anytime she was sad?”

“That’s so cute. Why have neither of us gotten a cheer-up dance?” Mariana pouted when she noticed John’s expression shift to shock at being found out.

“Right. That’s enough of this.” John snatched his phone back from its captors, scrolling up through the dozens of messages that had gone back and forth between ‘him’ and her.

Reading through the messages, one thing was crystal clear, and he hated that Sherlock and Mariana were right about it.

“Yeah, it's definitely a booty call.” John hung his head, defeated.

[blueaetherr]

he’s gonna love them

pairing: kylian mbappe x gn!reader [they/them]

warning(s): none

summary: the one about safety and security in the relationship

now playing: gonna love me by teyana taylor

The young day provided a calm atmosphere, the sun hanging low yet offering a sense of warmth in an area so cold. The wind came through, too, as the breeze slipped passed the opening of the windows. The sun and her heat, the wind and his chills—suddenly, there was balance, for the day and everyone else offered the opportunity to experience it to its fullest.

The couple, Kylian ad Y/N, who were lounging in bed, softly laughing, curling up into one another, gave a sense of balance to one another. When he told a joke, they would laugh (even if it wasn't funny). When there was one kiss, another kiss would follow soon after. When he opened up his arms, they would roll back into his embrace. If they were feeling the slightest touch of pain, he would soothe it with an acute massage.

It was only late morning and the young couple didn't want to get out of bed; they refused to. The idea itself, getting ready for the day, was exhausting simply just thinking about it. But they knew they couldn't be selfish. There was so much to do– Kylian with football and Y/N with their tasks for the today– so many other people they had to interact with—just so much this and that to attend to. Beyond one another, the two were needed by others far beyond their home.

But laying low from the outside world, escaping the tasks of the day, calmly drifting in and out of sleep, exchanging meaningful (and less) laughs and conversations. Sleeping in with your lover—Kylian sleeping in with his lover, Y/N sleeping in with their lover—the idea was all too pretty and attractive to pass up on, something so cherishing that you shouldn't want to miss out on. Maybe they could be a bit selfish for a minute and more.

The mood, low and quiet, soon kindly elevated when Kylian's hums began to float around the room. And that's when Y/N came through with a smile, one that was dimpled and reached their eyes perfectly as they cuddled into his body. It was their favourite song, Gonna Love Me. With nothing else to do, they just sat back and listened to him, admiring everything that was their partner.

Because Kylian also saw everything that was his partner. Always did he want to hug and squeeze them with so much love and dote. He loved spending his nights with them, and he did appreciate them (through lyrics and his own originality). He would stay up late if it meant witnessing them for a second when they got back home late. There was no doubt that Y/N felt safe and secure with Kylian.

When his hums fell low in the room, a playful look appeared on Y/N's face. "I don't think that's how Teyana sings it."

"Really?" His eyes widened before he let out a small chuckle. He should've known; Y/N was far too judgemental yet somehow, in a good way, in a way that he didn't mind. He fell back on the bed. "I thought I hummed it pretty well."

Y/N scoffed, shaking their head. "Then you must not be hearing yourself. I think—" They were cut off as Kylian pulled them back down on the bed, climbing over them to offer his playful words and body touch. In this short but sweet moment, there were laughs and kisses and overall enjoyment. Nothing less than the most.

Exhaling loudly, they turned their head to look his way. Once again, they offered him a smile, one that was kind and sincere. Tooking his hand into theirs, they declared, "Thank you, Kylian."

His face pulled together, confused, something Y/N always found adorable. "For what?"

"I love this. Just—" they let their hands run over his bare shoulders, sighing, "just being here with you every day. It's both a blessing and a curse." The two shared a small laugh together. When it all fell flat, they leaned further into his embrace, "But I'll side more with it being a blessing."

Slowly but surely, Kylian's face burst with happiness as he brought his partner close. Felt happiness for himself, felt happiness for Y/N. 'Cause that's all he wanted for them.

When he sings or hums, he wanted them to feel deeply serenaded. When he cooks, he wanted them to feel nourished and whole. When the two get intimate, he wanted to make them feel good, physically and emotionally. When he takes them out on a date, he wanted them to feel overwhelmingly loved and cherished for who they were. When he wraps his arms around them, he wanted them to feel safe.

That's all he cared about; Y/N. If they were okay then everything else would be alright.

[junhui-png]

puppy love ⌦ .｡.:*♡

mingyu x reader x scoups? (Still figuring it out LOL) pt. 3

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summary: first year of college, you literally knew no one and you planned for it to stay that way but damn were you wrong

notes: hey guys, part 3 is finally out. Just wanna apologize for not uploading in so long, I've been going through a lot of family stuff and school has become a big stress for me but I've started to get my life back together again. i'll be uploading ever Wednesdays from now on unless I make a post stating otherwise! Anyways hope you enjoy part 3.

genre: seventeen college au, love triangle between scoups and Mingyu, Mingyu being on a football team, financial major scoups, angst??, fluff, cute friend ships, Hoshi, Joshua, Seungkwan, Minghao, and Wonwoo r your besties, Also besties with Yunjin (Le Sserafim) and Minnie (G-IDLE), other seventeen members are mentioned?? Childhood friends, cursing, drinking

THIS IS NOT PROOF READ BTW SO I APOLGIZE FOR ANY GRAMER OR SPELLING MISTAKESS!

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Your Birthday was in just a few weeks, you didn't really plan on doing anything to celebrate, maybe invite Mingyu and all your other friends over but that was it. "OK! I'm thinking the Maldives!" Seungkwan perks, across the table from you "You must've lost your mind Boo Seungkwan" Minghao scoffs, taking a bite of his food. You, Hoshi, Seungkwan, Minghao, Joshua, Wonwoo, And Mingyu were all sitting done at one of the campus's diners, eating your lunches, When Seungkwan started pitching birthday party ideas which you declined, as all of them were either out of your comfort zone or just borderline impossible "Seungkwanie. Let's be reasonable" You chuckle a bit "Besides I dont wanna do anything crazy" Though you tried to get Seungkwan to shut up, his mouth just kept on going, coming up with the wildest plans. "You know, I have a beach house over near Daegu if you guys want to stay there for a few days" Mingyu suddenly speaks up from across the table "YES! OMG YES" Seungkwan basically jumps up from his seat, causing everyone to break into sudden laughter "Are you sure we can use it?" You ask once the laughter had died down "Yeah of course! We dont use it that much anyways" He shrugs and you end up agreeing. You hurry up and finish you lunch before hurrying back to your class with Joshua. On your way back to your class, your phone is blowing up in your back pocket, which you pull out to see a bunch of text from, once again, Jaemin. You don't even bother to look through the thousands of text messages he sent you, you just let out a shaky sigh before pushing your phone back into the pocket of your sweatpants "The dick still bothering you?" Joshua asks "Yeah, he's back at it again for some reason" You shrug walking into your class. "If he keeps bothering you, you can tell us, you know?" Joshua tries to reassure you "Don't worry, he'll stop in a bit. He was like this when we first broke up anyways" You say, taking a sit at you desk, and Joshua doing the same.

You had finally finished all of your classes for the day and was walking home when you spotted a familiar figure in the distance "NINI!" Seungcheol's warm voices calls out and you pick up your pace just the slightest to catch up to Seungcheol "What are you doing here?" You say with a grin once you finally reached him "I dont know, thought I'd stop by" He shrugs and the two of you begin to walk "How are you?" He asks "Good, and you" "Same thing here" He smiles back. The two of you walk until you come across a convenience store "Want anything?" Seungcheol asks, entering the store with you following "Nah, im ok" You reply, taking a seat on one of the plastic green chairs. After a minute or two, Seungcheol comes back with 2 cups of shin ramyeon, water, and chocolate flavored nini's. "Cheol you didnt have to.." Your heart melts as you see all the things the man had brought for you "Its nothing please, You always used to get hungry after studying, so I assumed you would be hungry after all your classes" The man sets all the food on the table and takes a seat across from you before the two of you dig in. "I was wondering, I'm having a birthday party this following week over at Yeongildae beach, and I want you to come" you ask "Yeah, of course, I've been wanting to go the beach anyways". A little bit of excitment tingles through your body, and you can't help but smile a little knowing that you'll be able to hang out the Seungcheol once again. Seungcheol leans back in his chair and you begin to open the box of nini's "Remeber when we went to the beach together?" Seungcheol speaks up. You feel a small sense of nostalgia as you think of the past memories Seungcheol was referencing "How could I forgot, I had so much fun that day" A warm smiles covers your face, as your mind relives the moment "I think I still have the polaroid's we took of our sandcastle" You giggle at the memory of you and Seungcheol struggling to figure out how to work the new polaroid camera you were gifted. Chuckling, Seungcheol nods "And when we got Ice cream but you kept dropping them, we bought like 3 ice cream cones" "I dropped it once" You roll your eyes at Seungcheol's sarcasim and he laughs "God your mom was pissed off though, we got sand all over her car" He shakes his head in amusment remebering how your mother had scolded the two of you "I dont even wanna remember it" you chuckle. "Thanks for inviting me by the way, I'm sure I'll have a lot of fun!"

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After the night, you and Seungcheol stay in touch through text and you continued you life as you would had usually. You were out for lunch with your friends at another restaurant on campus, when you phone went off again. You had a bad feeling about the notification that you had just gotten because, surprise! It was Jaemin. Your expression changed immedatly after reading the text Jaemin had sent you " Y/N I'm outside come out." you immediately whipped your head around and there he was, just standing there with his arms crossed, staring right at you "That son of a bitch." Yunjin mumbled, also noticing him. Your entire friend group turned to look at Jaemin but he didnt seemed bothered "You got to be fucking with me right now.." You let out a sigh "I'll be back" You get up from your seat, feeling the eye's of your friends still on you as you walk out. "Jaemin what the hell are you doing here" You confront him "Why won't you respond, I’ve been texting you all week” Jaemin says, hint of annoyance in his voice “Because I told you I don’t want to see or talk to you ever again, so leave me alone” You roll your eyes and turn around to go back inside but he grabs your wrist “LET GO OF MY, WHAT THE FUCK!” You shriek, immediately pulling your hand away from him. Your friends had rushed out of the restaurant at this point and were all behind you “baby..please just listen to me” he whines “get lost.” Mingyu says in a stern voice “you don’t wanna be with a girl like her! She a fucking whore! I saw her with another guy last week” Jaemin yells at Mingyu, his ears turning red from anger. “ Were you fucking stalking me?” You scoff in disbelief, realizing he was talking about you and Seungcheol at the convenience store. He was about to say something but was cut off by Wonwoo “You fuckin creep, just leave man.”

Jaemin let’s out a rough sigh before storming off, finally leaving you and your friends alone. "Sorry yall, That ruined the mood" You say, breaking the short moment of silence after Jaemin had left "You dont need to apologize, Jaemin's literally crazy" Hoshi reassures "Are you ok?" Mingyu puts his hand on the small of your back, as some sort of comfort you assumed "Yea, im good. That kinda freaked me out though" You let out a shaky chuckle "He's fucking stalking you Y/N, you need to report him to the police" Yunjin speaks up, the others agreeing with her "He'll stop, there's no point. If it does get bad, then i'll report to the police." You say "I'll be fine" Your friends exchange some sort of look before changing the topic to lighten the mood.

You had arrived home and you were backing your bag with Minnie, who was also going to the beach house with you. The plan was to go today, and stay at the beach house and saturday and sunday. You were helping Minnie pick the clothes she wanted to pack when the front door bell rang. "Ill get it" You get Minnie as you rush off to the door "Seungcheol? You're early? You opened the door to see Seungcheol in front of you. He was wearing a white shirt topped with a beige varsity jacket and a pair of light blue jeans "You look nice" He says, ignoring the questioned you had just asked. You were wearing a jean skirt with a navy blue halter tank top with your hair in a claw clip "Thank you, but what are you doing so early" You ask again, moving out of the way so he could enter. "I finished packing early so I thought you wouldnt mind me stopping by early" He shrugs, taking a seat on your couch "Thats fine right?" Seungcheol asks and you nod "Yeah I dont mind, I'm almost done packing, hold on" You rush back to your room to finish packing when the door bell rings again "you gotta be kidding me.." You sigh "I'll get it" Seungcheol calls out from the living room. You hear the door open and hear Seungkwan and Hoshi's excited giggles. "MINNIE, Y/N! LETS GOO EVERYONE"S OUTSIDE" Hoshi's voice booms through your small apartment "ok, you dont have to shout, this is a small ass apartment" You sigh, entering the living room with your bags "I'm so exciteddd!" Minnie chirps, as I shut and lock our apartment door. "I have so much planned" Seungkwan giggles, running over to the van that was parked infront of your apartment complex. "Hi." Mingyu waves to you, a dumb smile playing on his lips "Hi Mingyu" You wave back, Placing your bag in the back of the van. You enter the the van and sit in the middle of the third row, both Seungcheol and Mingyu besides you. Joshua's driving with Seungkwan in the passenger seat and Hoshi, Yunjin, and Minnie in the second row. Minghao and Wonwoo chose to be isolated in the back, probably so they could sleep the entire ride to daegu. "Everybody ready?" Joshua asks and everybody shouts yes before Joshua begin to drive. Seungkwan immediately connects his phone to the aux before blasting music, beginning a karaoke session. You, Minnie, and Yunjin sing Nonsense, Yes, and?, Kill Bill, what makes you beautiful, and so many songs before letting Seungkwan and Hoshi the chance to sing the songs of there choice. You lean back in your seat, sweating just a bit because of how much energy you were putting into your singing "Do you want some water" Seungcheol asks you, noticing your panting state "Omg, yes please" You watch as Seungcheol pulls out a smaller black bag from under his seat and unzips. As your watching him search his bag for a water bottle, something catches you eye "You still have that" You point to the side pocket of the bag which had a slightly beat up cherry keychain hanging from the zipper of the pocket. Seungcheol chuckles once he realizes what you were referring too "You thought I would just throw it out?" He asks, cocking an eyebrow "I dont know, thought you would have lost it by now" You shrug "Here" He hands you a water bottle and you give him a small smile as a thank you before chugging down your water. "Did you get him that?" Mingyu suddenly asks, a werid sound in his voice "Uh yeah, when we were kids I got him that for his birthday" You smile softly, thinking about how happy 7 year old Seungcheol was too get some crappy keychain from you. Mingyu lets out a salty "hm" before looking back to this phone. You go back to singing a bit later and play some Valorant with Wonwoo for a little before you got tired and decided to take a quick nap. "WE'RE HEREE!!”

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Pt 4 out next Wednesday ( 2/28/24

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my mistakes were made for you

hakim ziyech x reader

words: 4.8k

warnings: 18+ ONLY! jealous hakim, kind of an asshole hakim, mentions of alcohol, LOTS OF ANGST, a fair amount of fluff, and SMUT at the end - unprotected sex, oral (m/f receiving), pet names (baby, angel), dirty talk, aftercare, etc.

summary: you run into hakim at the club a few weeks after he broke up with you, and jealousy gets the better of him…

I wanted to write something angsty and smutty for hakim and it somehow turned into this. I swear I didn't intend for it to be so long! I hope you all enjoy <3

The kick drum was blasting in your ears and the taste of vodka was lingering in your mouth. It had been a few weeks since your breakup, and your girlfriends had somehow managed to convince you to go out with them, promising you that it would make you feel better. And in some ways, you were feeling better, but that might just be the liquor talking. You had started the night at your best friend's place for a pregame and had made your way to a local bar for some drinks. By now though, it was well past midnight, and your friends had decided that they wanted to go to a nightclub. You had your reservations about coming here - you knew that this was a club that was often frequented by football players, including players for a certain club that your ex-boyfriend played for. It had been at a club just like this that you had met him over a year ago now. But London was a big city and you knew that you were being paranoid - after all, what were the odds that you would end up at the same club on the exact same night?

You were sipping on champagne and dancing with some of your girlfriends when a man came up to you and asked you to dance with him. He was handsome - like, movie star handsome - with dark hair and dark eyes. He reminded you a bit of your ex, which made your heart sink a little. You hesitated at first, but your girlfriends egged you on, so you said yes. It didn't hurt that he was good looking, too. I hope he isn't a football player, you thought to yourself, having sworn off any and all athletes ever since your break up. He took your hand and led you out to the middle of the dance floor. You were nervous at first, but when one of your favorite songs came on, your confidence grew.

"Hi, I'm Adam," said the man in front of you, as he wrapped his arms around you.

"Hi, Adam. I'm Y/N," you replied, knowing that he wouldn't remember your name and you wouldn't remember his by the end of the night, but not caring much in the slightest.

You had been dancing for a few songs when you felt someone's eyes on you. You glanced behind you and looked up at one of the private sections of the club, where you saw a couple of familiar football players. No, it can't be, you thought to yourself as you began to recognize some of the men from the Chelsea football club team. Your eyes scanned the group as your stomach churned. Please don't be here, please don't be here. But your prayers weren't heard because your eyes soon landed on the man who was quite obviously glaring down at you - your ex-boyfriend, Hakim. You felt your cheeks turn red with heat and you quickly turned away, knowing that he had definitely seen you looking at him. Fuck. You hadn't noticed him and his friends come in, or perhaps they had been here the whole time. The look on his face as he stared down at you and Adam had been one of pure anger, intense rage, and perhaps (and maybe this was just the lighting in the club, or maybe it was wishful thinking) a smidge of sadness? You recognized that look - it was the same look that you had on your face in the days after the breakup, when you had been scrolling through Instagram, looking through the profiles of all of the girls Hakim had started following since he had ended it with you. Fucking asshole didn't wait long, did he?

"Everything okay?" asked Adam, and you eagerly nodded your head.

"Yeah, perfect," you replied. Without thinking, you turned around so that your back was to his chest and began grinding into him. His arms grabbed your waist as you pressed into him. You didn't know what had gotten into you - this wasn't like you at all to grind on a strange man you had just met - but you didn't care. Adam put a hand on your chin and turned your face around towards him, and before you knew it, his tongue was in your mouth. You turned around and wrapped your arms around his shoulders, but the kiss didn't last long because you soon felt an arm separating the two of you.

You opened your eyes and saw your ex-boyfriend standing in between the two of you. His hand was on Adam's chest and his eyes were dark, filled with rage, glaring at the man whose tongue had been down your throat mere seconds ago. You had never seen Hakim like this before, and for a second, you were worried that he might punch Adam.

"What the fuck, man?" said Adam, looking up incredulously.

"Get the fuck away from her," said Hakim.

Adam stared back at Hakim for a minute. You held your breath - Hakim had never been the fighting type, but then again, you had never seen him in a situation like this before. You finally breathed a sign of relief as Adam took a step back, likely realizing that this wasn't worth the effort. "Whatever, man," he scoffed, looking at you and then back at Hakim, before walking away.

"What the hell was that?" you said angrily, your relief now turning into annoyance.

"I should be asking you the same question," he said, his eyes still not leaving the back of Adam's head as he walked away, ensuring that he didn't dare turn around and come close to you again.

"We were just dancing!"

"That looked like a lot more than just dancing to me," he said, and his brown eyes finally turned to look into yours, causing your stomach to somersault.

"Well, what do you care? You're not my boyfriend anymore, remember? I can do whatever I please." You felt the anger building up within you, and all of the emotions from the past few weeks started coming up again. This man in front of you - this man who you had loved so deeply, who you would have done anything for - had broken your heart, left you crying in your bedroom for days, and just as you were starting to feel like yourself again, he had the audacity to show up out of nowhere and ruin that?

Hakim's eyes softened as he could tell that you were upset. He hesitated for a moment. "Y/N, I'm sorry... I just couldn't stand seeing him with his tongue down your throat and his hands all over you."

"God, I can't believe you! You broke up with me, remember?" Tears began to well up in your eyes, and to prevent yourself from totally losing control in front of Hakim, you turned away and stormed towards the exit.

To your dismay, Hakim followed. "Baby, please-" he said, as you left the club and stepped into the cool London night.

"Don't call me that! You don't get to call me that anymore!" The tears were now fully running down your cheeks, but you didn't care, you were just so goddamn angry. "You don't know what it's been like, the past few weeks! And just as I'm starting to move on, you have to show up and ruin it."

Hakim put his hand on your shoulder, but you shoved him away. You could tell from his face that he now regretted what he had done in the club. "I'm so sorry, Y/N. I didn't mean to hurt you like that, I promise," he said quietly, looking down at his feet, feeling ashamed. "But don't think for a minute that the past few weeks haven't been tough for me, too, okay? You're not the only one who's been suffering."

You scoffed at this. "Yeah, right."

"I'm serious," he said, looking up at you. "I wanted to call you the second I left your place that night. I wanted to take it all back, everything I had said, but... I was ashamed."

He looked earnest, but your heart didn't want to believe it. The possibility that, while you were bawling your eyes out over him, he was feeling the same way... no, it couldn't be true. If he really meant this, why hadn't he reached out? You had spent days waiting for him to call or to text, and based on his Instagram, it seemed like he had been too busy partying with other girls to apologize to you for the way things had ended.

"I don't believe you," you said, and you turned away from him, walking to the end of the block to hail a taxi.

"Y/N, please. At least let me drive you home."

You ignored him, and instead flagged down a car. As you were about to open the door to the backseat, you felt Hakim's hand on yours. "Please. Please give me another chance, Y/N. I love you." You looked up at him and saw that he was now the one with tears forming in his eyes.

For a second, you thought about it. You thought about all of the memories you had shared together - the dinners, the birthdays, the game days, the family gatherings, the picnics, the trips to Amsterdam and Morocco, the plans for your future together. But despite all of that, you pushed his hand away, opened the door to the taxi, and got in.

"King Street, please," you said to the driver as he pulled away, leaving Hakim standing alone on the sidewalk.

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The next few days were almost as terrible as the days right after your breakup. Your girlfriends had been blowing up your phone - they had all seen the confrontation with Hakim in the club and wanted to know if you two were back together. You didn't have the heart to tell them what had really happened, so you ignored all of their texts and calls. Instead, you spent the next two days lying in bed, eating takeout and watching silly movies.

Hakim had also been calling and texting you, but you had been ignoring those, too. You didn't want to hear any more of his excuses.

On Sunday, you woke up to your doorbell ringing incessantly. You had gone to bed late last night after staying up watching Netflix and drowning your sorrows in wine. You groaned, turning over to look at the clock and seeing that it was well past 1pm. You hoped that whoever it was who was at the door would go away soon, but after another minute of the doorbell ringing nonstop, you finally pulled the covers off of you and went searching for some pants. You realized that you had been in the same pajama tops all weekend and hadn't showered since you had gotten home from the club, but you hardly had the energy to care at the moment.

You grumpily opened the door to see your sister, Amelia, standing outside holding takeout bags.

"Well, well, well. Look who hasn't been returning my calls," said Amelia, walking past you to make her way in. You rolled your eyes at her and closed the door behind her.

"What are you doing here?" you asked.

"Well, I heard what happened the other night, and since you weren't answering my calls or texts, I thought it was my sisterly duty to make sure you were okay," she said, as she plopped down on your couch. "Do you have anything to drink, by the way? I'm parched."

Annoyed, you walked towards the kitchen and opened the fridge, grabbing a half empty container of juice. "So does everyone on earth now know what happened at the club?" you asked, thoroughly irked that your friends had told your big sister about what had transpired between you and Hakim.

"Not everyone, but since you've been sulking around all weekend and have refused to speak to anyone, the word got around."

"Well, I'm sorry I haven't exactly been in a chatty mood," you said, bringing two glasses to the living room table and sitting down on the couch across from Amelia. You eyed the takeout bags that were on the table, and Amelia grinned knowingly.

"Taco Bell, your favorite."

You couldn't help but smile as you reached for one of the bags. Even when she was annoying the living shit out of you, your sister knew how to make a bad day slightly better.

"So, tell me," said Amelia, taking this opportunity to pry some more information out of you. "What happened with you and Hakim? You never even told me why you two broke up in the first place."

You sighed. "He completely blindsided me. He broke up with me out of nowhere and didn't even give me an explanation. Then he has the audacity to get mad that I'm dancing with someone else at the club."

"Well, I heard that you were doing a little more than just dancing..."

"Okay fine, we made out a little! So what? I could have had sex with him in the middle of the dance floor and that still doesn't mean Hakim had any right to interfere!" You said, exasperated.

"You're right, Y/N. That was an asshole move on his part," Amelia responded. "So what was his reasoning behind what he did?"

"He made up some bullshit about how he regrets breaking up with me and wanted to take it back as soon as he did it, which I don't believe for a second."

Amelia frowned. "Why not?"

"Because if he wanted to take it back, then he could have done so! He could have called, texted, something. Instead, he was out partying while I was in bed crying." Your voice was rising, and you could feel the frustrated tears starting to come up again, so you took another bite and washed it down with some juice to distract yourself.

Amelia was silent for a minute, taking a bite out of her own food, which only irritated you further as you really wanted to hear what she had to say.

"What?" you finally said, annoyed by her silence. "I know you have something to say, so just spit it out."

"It's just... you two were so good together. I agree he did a shitty thing, but maybe he really does regret it, Y/N. You know how men are - they'll never admit that they were wrong. Maybe he was just... embarrassed."

You paused for a second, thinking over what she had just said. Hakim? Embarrassed? You highly doubted that. "Well, that isn't an excuse. An entire year I spent with him, and for him to just end it and then disappear like that? That's fucked up."

Amelia nodded, agreeing with you. The two of you finished your food and you changed the subject, asking about Amelia's life and your family. When she finally left, you decided to hop in the shower and get ready for the week ahead of you, but your mind kept wandering back to what Amelia had said. What if Hakim really had meant what he had said? What if he was just too ashamed to admit he had made a mistake? That certainly didn't justify his actions at the nightclub, you thought to yourself. But maybe you had been a bit too harsh on him...

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The next day was Monday, and you were kicking yourself that you had to go into work. Despite spending most of the weekend in bed, you were still absolutely exhausted. You knew it was going to be a busy week at work, too, and you were beginning to wish that you had just called in sick. You rode the train in the morning, and when you finally got inside your office, you noticed a beautiful bouquet of roses sitting on your desk. Thinking that it might have been Amelia or one of your friends attempting to cheer you up, you picked up the card and opened it.

Dear Y/N,

I'm sorry. Please forgive me.

Love, Hakim

So Hakim had sent you roses. You were surprised, as he had never sent flowers to your work before, even when you were dating. Hakim was romantic, but in a quiet, intimate type of way. He wasn't one for flashy, public gestures like this. You stared at the last line - "Love, Hakim" - for a minute, your thumb circling around the word "Love" as if to make sure that was really what it said.

"Ooh, who's the lucky guy?" Your co-worker, Debbie, popped her head into your office. "Is it that ex of yours? The footballer?" Debbie meant well but she could be rather nosy at times. Still, she was probably your best friend at work, so she had known about Hakim and had been there in the days after your breakup when you were an absolute mess.

You just smiled and said, "Yeah, it's from him."

"Well, whatever it is that he did, I'd forgive him if I were you. I mean, those flowers are beautiful," Debbie chuckled and walked away.

They are beautiful, aren't they? you thought to yourself, as you moved the bouquet to the windowsill and sat down at your desk, suddenly feeling a little bit better about the day ahead.

Later that night, you got home from work, exhausted but determined to cook yourself dinner instead of getting takeout for the fourth night in a row. You kicked off your heels and didn't even bother changing out of your blazer and pencil skirt. You opened your fridge and groaned, realizing that you had very limited options as far as ingredients went. So instead, you reached for a bottle of white wine, and poured yourself a glass.

You had just sat down on your couch and were about to turn on the TV when the doorbell rang. You let out a loud groan. You hoped it wasn't Amelia again, though you wouldn't mind another round of takeout if she were to offer. But when you opened the door, it wasn't Amelia standing in front of you, but instead, it was Hakim.

"Hi," he said shyly, wearing a sweatshirt and track pants. His hair was wet from the rain.

You were too surprised to speak for a moment, but when you finally regained your composure, you muttered back, "Hi."

Hakim paused for a second and then asked, "Can I come in?"

You're not sure what possessed you in that moment, but for some reason, you nodded your head and let him in.

He stepped inside of your flat - the flat that he had spent countless nights in, that he had almost moved into for a few weeks when his own place was undergoing renovations. It hadn't changed much since he had last been in here on that night that had changed everything for the two of you.

"You can sit," you finally said after a few moments of the two of you standing awkwardly in the foyer. Hakim obliged, following you into the living room, where you both took a seat across from each other.

"I hope you liked the flowers," said Hakim.

"Yeah, they were nice, thank you," you answered, looking down at the floor, refusing to make eye contact with him. "Um, do you want something to drink?" you asked.

"No, I'm good, thanks," he responded. After another moment of brief silence, Hakim cleared his throat. "Look, Y/N, I know you probably hate me right now, and you have every right to. You don't have to forgive me, in fact, I wouldn't blame you if you didn't. But please believe me when I say that I never stopped loving you and I never stopped regretting ending things with you. Yes, I went out for a few nights after we broke up, but that was just to distract myself from what I did. You can ask any of the guys, I was an absolute mess after it ended between us. Losing you was the biggest mistake of my life."

You looked up at him, and you could tell from his face that he was telling the truth. "I believe you, Hakim. But that doesn't change how much you hurt me."

"I know, baby, and I'm so, so sorry for that," Hakim answered, moving so that he was now sitting on the couch next to you. "I never wanted to hurt you, ever. I was just scared. We had started talking about our future together, and I've never had that conversation with anyone before. I panicked."

"Well, if that's the case, then you talk to me about it and we have a mature conversation. You can't just end things and then disappear from my life because you're scared."

"I know, I know, I should have just told you. That was my mistake," he answered, taking both of your hands into his. Despite how angry, frustrated, and sad you had been towards him, you couldn't help but feel a deep twinge of affection and love towards him - this boy, sat next to you, who was oh so stupid and immature but oh so perfect for you at the same time.

"Will you forgive me, baby?" he asked, and how could you say no? You nodded, and you both leaned in for an embrace. When you both finally let go, Hakim put his hand underneath your chin and asked gently, "Can I kiss you?" You didn't respond, but instead pressed a soft kiss to his lips. God, how you had missed those lips. Your hands folded around the back of his neck as you pulled him in closer.

"God baby, I missed you so much," he whispered, and you simply whimpered in response, taking this opportunity to push your tongue past his teeth. Your tongues danced around each other as he pulled you in closer, so that you were practically sitting on his lap. After a few minutes, you pulled away, looked up at him and said, "Hakim. Take me to the bedroom."

He grinned at you, and before you knew it, he had picked you up and was carrying you to your room, all while continuing to kiss you on your mouth, your cheeks, your neck. You were so entangled in him that you didn't even notice that you were in your bedroom until you felt the soft bedding underneath you and him on top of you. Your hands moved all over his body, underneath his shirt, as you begged him to take it off. He obliged immediately, pulling his shirt over his head, and then turning his attention to your top. He took your blazer off and unbuttoned your blouse only halfway down, too impatient to fully take it off you. You pulled your bra down to make it easier for him, and as soon as your breasts tumbled out, his mouth was all over them.

"I missed these," he muttered in between his licks. He popped one of your nipples in his mouth while his hand played with the other one. You moaned at the stimulation, and your hand instantly reached for his crotch, while your core ached for him to be inside of you. You unzipped his pants and pulled out his dick, already hard for you with pre-cum glistening from the tip. You instinctually moaned at the sight as your hand worked up and down his shaft.

"I want you to fuck my mouth" you whispered, and Hakim groaned in response. He lifted you up from the bed, and you kneeled before him, licking up and down his length before taking the entirety of him in your mouth.

"You sure about this, Schatje?" he asked, using his old Dutch nickname for you. You nodded. "Let me know if it gets too much," he said, before beginning to thrust into you. You gagged and whimpered around his cock, tears beginning to spill from your eyes as his dick hit the back of your throat over and over again. "Fuuuuck," said Hakim, his head tilting backwards and eyes closing. "That feels amazing." He kept going for a few moments before pulling out of you gently, bringing your mouth up to him to give you a soft kiss. Your cheeks were stained with tears and mascara, and he pulled away from you to wipe them off your face. He then gently pushed you back onto the bed and brought his head down towards the place where you needed him the most. He pulled up your skirt, once again too impatient to take it off fully, and blew hot air onto your panties before pushing them aside.

"Fuck, I missed this pretty pussy," he breathed into your cunt before using his tongue to lick it up and down. "So wet already just from sucking my cock?" he chuckled, and you were too intoxicated by his tongue to retort back. He began lapping at you before moving to suck on your clit the way that only he could. No man had ever eaten you out as divinely as Hakim. He began to run his finger up and down your slit, coating it in your juices before bringing it up to your mouth for you to suck. "Mmm," you moaned while you sucked on his finger, licking your own wetness off of him. It turned him on how much you enjoyed tasting yourself.

"Tastes so good, doesn't it, baby?" he asked, before bringing his finger back down to your core and pushing it in slowly. He curled his finger into you, hitting the spot that only he knew how to hit, and before you knew it, he had slid another finger into you. The knot in your lower stomach tightened and you began to see stars. You knew that you were close, and he knew it too, because he sped up his pace, fucking you with his fingers while sucking on your swollen clit. "Let go for me, darling." That was all you needed to come apart, screaming his name as he continued to fuck you with his fingers and his mouth through your high.

For a second, the only sound in the rom was that of your heavy panting. Hakim came up to face you and began planting kisses all over your mouth and face. "You look so pretty like this," he whispered, but you were too busy riding out the lingering pleasure to respond. Once you had come down from your high, you grabbed his face and brought his mouth to your lips, sloppily kissing him. "Hakim," you said in between kisses, "Please fuck me."

You didn't have to ask him twice. He grabbed his cock and aligned it with your entrance, coating it in your juices before pushing all the way in. You cried out in pleasure - the familiar way he stretched you out was too much to bear. Hakim looked down as his dick slid in and out of your pussy.

"Fuuuuck, you're squeezing me so tight, baby," he cried. The lewd sound of his dick squelching against your walls filled your bedroom. You sat up on your hands and looked down, this new angle increasing the intensity with which you felt him inside of you. You screamed out, and began to bring your hand to your mouth out of habit, but he moved it away. "No baby, I want to hear you." With his permission, you cried out his name, begging for him to go faster, and he obliged.

Sensing that you were close to unraveling again, he brought his fingers to your clit, rubbing circles into it. "Fuck baby, keep doing that, don't stop," you whimpered, as you felt yourself nearing your second orgasm of the night.

"I'm close, angel. Where do you want it?" he asked, his voice strained and his thrusts becoming sloppy as he reached his high.

"Inside me. I want it inside me, baby, please."

Your words sent him over the edge and you followed not long after him. He cried out your name as he came deep inside of you, your clenching pussy milking him for every last drop of his hot cum. He leaned against your chest, his head falling beside you, as you both tried to catch your breath. He stayed inside of you for a moment before pulling out and rolling beside you.

"I love you," he whispered, bringing your face close to his.

"I love you, too, Hakim," you whispered back.

"Let's clean you up, darling. You ready for a shower?"

You nodded, and wrapped your arms around him as he carried you to the bathroom, just like he had done countless times before.

[cookiepotofchaos]

For all the progress that's been made in improving understanding and acceptance around disability, including neurodiversity, you regularly come across so many things that make you realise how much people still don't understand. Even people who would probably consider themselves well-informed on disability.

Over the past year, I've seen some posts or discussions about disability, including neurodivergence, in women's football. Sometimes this is as part of wider discussions about diversity in the sport, sometimes it's just disability being discussed.

Often, there are responses or comments which amount to, "someone with those needs couldn't be a professional footballer, that's why you don't hear of any Disabled women's footballers." I saw another comment like this today, which is what prompted this rambling thread of thoughts.

I mean... It's outright just incorrect, and we know this because of the players who have spoken about disability. The Matilda's Mackenzie Arnold has spoken about her progressive hearing loss, Safia Middleton-Patel of Manchester United has talked about being autistic, and Hannah Hampton of Chelsea has talked about her visual impairment.

Then, recently, I think it was Kelley O'Hara, retired USWNT player, who I read about discussing her chronic pain and mobility issues following repeated injuries throughout her career. So many players must be dealing with chronic pain and mobility issues, especially those like England's Lucy Bronze who have had repeated injuries. Then there are the footballers who have spoken about other health conditions, like Fran Kirby, Ellie Roebuck, Linda Caceido, and Caroline Graham Hansen.

They're just the ones I can think of without having to wrack my memories for what I've read. I bet if I spent even just half an hour researching, I'd find a lot more.

Then, outside of that, there is academic research where women's players in the professional leagues were interviewed, and the researchers found a high proportion of those interviewed seemed to meet the assessment criteria for mental health conditions.

For neurodivergence specifically, there are a bunch of players who, if they came out tomorrow and went "Hey, I'm neurodivergent", I would not be surprised in the slightest. Hell, if I'm honest, there are multiple players on the England Lionesses team alone, let alone looking beyond that.

I don't know why I'm surprised to see these rigid and incorrect ideas about disability and neurodivergence. I shouldn't be. I see it all the time in my work. It makes me glad, though, that there are players like those named above who do talk about being Disabled.

[stevetonyweekly]

Stevetony Weekly - February 25 - Week 8

I read so many fics this week! Take a look and make sure to leave a comment & kudos for the fic you’ve read! 

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Make It Rain by copperbadge 

Steve Rogers is SO DONE with global warming.

Thems by copperbadge

Steve discovers a secret simulation on the game server.

Lead and I'll Follow by Woad 

Under orders, Captain Rogers prepares for a gala by taking dance lessons. He's not sure how Fury persuaded Adventurer Tony Stark to give said lessons, though.

For comm prompt: For one night, Steve and Tony try to forget there's a war going on as they slow dance, alone in a cozy room.

acceptable alien behaviours by brucewaynery

Tony stares in disbelief as their golden retriever puppy, Dodger, flies, honest-to-god flies towards Loki.

(aliens)

The Great American Road Trip by SmileAndASong

“You know, when you said you were going to take me on a romantic vacation, I sort of thought the transportation was going to be…well, not this,” Tony said, gawking at the monstrous RV in front of him because, wow, it sure was a sight to behold and definitely not in a good way.

[AKA, Steve coerces Tony into taking a cross-country road trip]

jock-speak by brucewaynery

Steve, as with everything, dances gracefully, with the control and precision Tony's seen on the football pitch. It's enchanting, watching him fly across the dance floor, oblivious to the world, Tony's never been more in love.

(slow dancing, happy steve bingo)

ruining my plans by tinystark616 

Steve likes to wake up in the morning and go for a run. This morning, Tony has other ideas.

Relinquish command by Arwen88

Steve comes back after a mission guilt-ridden and needs Tony to help him out clear his mind.

lay your pretty head down by meidui

He knows this is what vulnerability looks like with Steve: rolling over and showing him where it hurts, letting Tony look past the polite, authoritative demeanor he puts on around everyone else and admitting where he's soft and weak and craves affection.

Peaches for Daddy by darefanny

”Jesus”, Tony said, obviously impressed. ”Okay. What do you want, sweetheart?”

Steve didn’t miss a beat. He let Tony’s finger fall out of his mouth, kissing the side of his palm instead.

”I want daddy to take care of me”, he said, staring at Tony from under his long lashes.

Don't You Want Me? by KandiSheek 

Steve and Tony's relationship is new enough that they're still keeping it under wraps. Which is why it's supremely awkward when Tony has to fend off Steve's drunken advances in front of the rest of the team. Apparently their relationship isn't going to be a secret for long.

Headfirst Into Danger by KandiSheek

Steve takes a bullet for Tony. Tony doesn't appreciate it in the slightest.

Team Building Activities by valtyr 

Fury's a beautiful princess. Clint's plotting a Communist revolution. Rhodey's not sexy. Wall-E's not a documentary. Clint's not gay but he does give a great blowjob. This fic is not an AU.

I Know There is Comfort Where We Overlap by jellybeanforest 

As a relic of a bygone era, Steve struggles with feelings of isolation and severe depression made worse by his recent breakup with Jan Pym. He secretly hooks up with random strangers chasing a sense of connection with someone, anyone. Things are going (not) well when he and fellow Ultimate, Iron Man, are tasked with infiltrating a Thai resort serving as a front for illegal arms dealing. Only catch: They must go undercover as a married couple on their honeymoon.

[crinkled-emotions]

Day 22: Drawing a dick on someone's back in sunscreen (only for them to find out later)

This... damn, I had to take a breath.

Happy 2024 team! How crazy is it that we're in 2024?? It feels like yesterday my family hauled ass from one side of Australia to the other (it was actually 2013 but who's counting?).

We have some Daggers being Daggers! Lately I've been in a bit of a funk but I think I'm slowly coming out of it now :)

This one is shorter but I don't have a problem with that, I feel like it lowkey suits better.

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“Tasha.”

Phoenix glanced at Bob over her sunglasses.

“What?”

“Don’t look now.”

“Look at what?”

She followed his gaze, spotting Rooster asleep on his lounger... on his stomach. Fanboy winked as he passed by, waving the sunscreen bottle in his hand. Phoenix cocked an eyebrow when Hangman and Coyote also started watching. To her surprise Maverick was also asleep; dogfight football had been off the table that morning but real football wasn’t. Turns out Hangman was of course the stereotypical high school quarterback but to everyone’s surprise Payback had been a linebacker... Rooster and Bob had both dropped out of football at their first opportunity (Bob was a consistent winner in debate club and Rooster played baseball all the way through his schooling years). Fanboy was a strong defender and Coyote was enjoying tackling Hangman when he had the opportunity. Phoenix was a soccer player throughout high school and she didn’t have the slightest interest in football despite having three brothers so when the others mentioned setting up a game she’d laid out with her book to watch them fall over each other. Bob had been snoozing on and off beside her for the last ten minutes, but apparently the others were done with their football to move on to another game.

It had been a long week on base; hops, simulations and lectures kept them all busy and often drained. Maverick did his best to keep morale up but he had things he had to complete and things he needed to ensure the Daggers were competent in to pass on to their classes. Their classes alone had been overwhelming with over-confident kids measuring their dicks at all times – no, seriously Bob was never walking into the locker rooms without knocking ever again.

In order to give the team a moment to recover, Maverick had suggested meeting at the beach by the Hard Deck in the afternoon for burgers. Of course it had quickly turned into sports and now everyone, fed and satisfied, had found various locations to get comfortable for a nap. It wasn’t just Rooster asleep; Payback and Maverick both were asleep and despite the smirk on his face, Hangman looked like he was considering his nap potential too. Bob and Phoenix exchanged looks, Phoenix passing over her book so Bob could subtly film what Fanboy was up to. Fanboy grinned, wiggling his fingers.

“Oh he’s totally gonna wake up,” Bob muttered. Phoenix elbowed him.

“No he’s not; Rooster sleeps like he’s dead, he’s not going anywhere.”

They watched as Fanboy drew a phallic symbol in sunblock on Rooster’s back, winking at the others as he then made a run for it. Plucking her book from Bob’s hand, Phoenix flopped back against her seat.

“Well, now we wait.”

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Missed call from Rooster (7:14am)

Missed call from Rooster (7:15am)

Missed call from Rooster (7:15am)

Rooster: Tasha CALL ME

Phoenix woke to the notifications and immediately called Rooster, holding her phone to her ear as she got out of bed. Whilst she fumbled into clothes just in case it was that kind of emergency, he finally answered.

“Oh, so now you’re out of bed?”

“Are you okay? What’s wrong?” Phoenix demanded, shoving her (clean, relax) sock into her mouth so that she could do up the button on her jeans.

“I’m glad you’re so well rested, I got up early for PT and I just had them tell me the funniest thing ever.”

Phoenix paused. Spat out her sock.

“Bradley Bradshaw,” she started carefully, “please tell me you didn’t send me an SOS – on a Sunday of all days – to tell me about the PT you flirted with?”

“What- no! She was cute though... no, she asked me if I had a new tattoo and when I said I had no idea what she was talking about she handed me a mirror so I could see my back.”

Phoenix’s eyebrows raised as it all came rushing back.

“Oh my god, I totally forgot about that!”

She burst out laughing, doubling over as she howled. She could almost feel the irritation through the phone but it only made her laugh harder.

“Thanks, Phoenix. I can’t believe someone drew a dick on my back – wait. Who was it anyway? Just out of curiosity. It was Hangman wasn’t it?”

Phoenix took a moment to gather herself, flopping back into bed.

“No way am I throwing anyone under the bus. Figure it out yourself, Bradshaw – and holy shit, I hate you so much right now, it’s 7:30am on a Sunday morning and I’m awake. Ugh, this is cursed.”

Now it was Rooster’s turn to laugh, and he did until Phoenix hung up on him.

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“Can we see it?”

Rooster glanced over his shoulder at Coyote, raising an eyebrow.

“Are you propositioning me? Take me out to dinner first, man, damn-“

“-no, the dick- shit.”

Coyote sighed while Rooster chuckled, finishing getting into his flight suit.

“C’mon- please?”

“Ooh, sorry man, too late. Better luck next time.”

“Damn.”

Coyote went back to his own locker while Rooster struggled to get his flight suit to not rest against his sunburned back and shoulders.

“Bradley.”

Rooster groaned, glancing up when Maverick approached.

“Yeah, Mav?”

“I’ve been... hearing rumours today.”

“This is about the lilly white dick on my back isn’t it. You have your team to thank for that.”

Maverick’s mouth twitched. Rooster sighed.

“Go ahead; laugh it up. You’re not the first. I’m gonna kill Hangman when I get my hands on him.”

“It doesn’t sound like it was him, Roo.”

Maverick ruffled his hair and then continued his walk up to the podium.

“Good morning, aviators- hey, has anyone seen the penis on Rooster’s back? Gives a whole new meaning to his callsign, really.”

The rest of the Daggers laughed, Maverick flipping open his file.

“Okay, let’s get to it. Uh, today we’re going to be not doing the intense hops we’re used to; we’re going back to basics because I’m starting to notice gaps in your training...”

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“C’mon, guys, fess up will you? Who drew the dick on my back in sunscreen and then let me burn?”

“To be fair, you slept for hours and we woke you when we were worried about you getting dehydrated,” Bob commented as he moved around the ready room. The others exchanged nervous glances; if anyone would dob another team member in it would probably be Bob.

Damn stealth pilots.

“The joke’s over, guys, I’ve got a burn along the lines of my callsign and I don’t think Maverick has stopped laughing yet.”

“He’s not the only one,” Hangman grinned. Rooster cocked an eyebrow as he turned to the blonde; no one said he was above bribery-

“Tell me who it was and I’ll blow you-“

“-it was Fanboy.”

The others groaned, Bob facepalming.

“Yet again, Hangman, you live up to your callsign,” Coyote said to his best friend. Hangman shrugged.

“I’ll never say no to a-“

“-did you seriously just give Fanboy up? Dude, not cool.”

Phoenix walked into the ready room at the perfect time, smacking Hangman upside the head. He winced but he couldn’t keep the grin off his face.

“Guys; I’ll send you photos I promise.”

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