#teamMAS

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fuck paris olympics i fucking hate every single officials who fucked up dato azizulhasni’s race yesterday AND relegating shah firdaus when it is the japanese athlete’s fault

[disaster-racing]

[doudouneverte]

Secret Wife?

a/n: let's start this world cup with a little thing...

*not my GIF*

Pairing: Fridolina Rolfo x NORWNT!Reader: NORWNT + SWEWNT x Reader

Summary: You have a secret realtionship with a certain Swedish player and you come out public after her final against Wolfsburg

Type: Fluff

Warning: nothing

word count: 2154

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Opposites attract each other; that is what a lot of people say. In your case, it was totally true. You married a woman who was your opposite in every aspect, even the professional one, Fridolina Rolfö. You both play football, but since you first met at a professional level, you have never played together.

You faced her for the first time in your first season in the Swedish league; she played for Linköping and you for Rosengråd. It was surprising how quickly you became friends after your first match and more a few months later. Except for some teammates, nobody knew about you two; they just assumed you were good friends because you didn't show too much in public, but that didn't mean you weren't there for her. To be honest, you were her number-one fan. Always here when she played, not so far from Malmö, and always cheered for her.

Then 2017 came, and you both received an offer to play for a different championship, the Frauen Bundesliga. It was a great opportunity, but you were a little sad when you learned that Fridolina wouldn't play with you again because she chose Bayern München, where you chose to play for Frankfurt. Even if you were always enemies on the pitch, when you were off, nothing could be better than when you asked her to be your wife one season after she moved to Wolfsburg.

After three years in Germany, you left the country to join one of your favorite clubs when you were younger, Real Madrid. Your first season, even if it had been interrupted, was very great, and you were ready for the next part of history until your wife joined your rivals, FC Barcelona.

Two wives playing for two rival clubs but also playing for two different countries, and that leads us to this day. A friendly game opposing Sweden and Norway—honestly,  you loved this type of match; you always found her very attractive when you played against her, but it was on another level when she wore her national colors.

You were in the locked room, preparing yourself for the match in a few minutes, when your phone buzzed next to you. It was a text from Frido. A few moments later, you were so focused on your conversation with your blonde girl that you didn't notice that everyone was waiting for you for a captain's speech. Maren Mjelde cleared her throat, but you just giggled, visibly whatever the Swedish said was more interesting than this.

"You giggle like a schoolgirl," Ada Hegerberg commented, and you finally looked at your teammates.

"Oh, shut up, Hegerberg," you replied, rolling your eyes. "So, are you finally ready?" you dared to ask.

"Are we....?" Guro Reiten repeated a little offended "I swear I'll..." She didn't have time to finish before she got interrupted by Maren.

"We were actually waiting for you." the defender said, and you looked at everyone.

"Oh sorry. So let's go," you said, standing up and extending your arm, waiting for them to form a circle to start your usual speech.

In the other locker room, the Swedish team was impatient to play—a certain player more than others. "You looked excited." Magda commented, and Frido looked at her, confused.

"Yes, I mean, aren’t you?" Your wife asked.

"Yes, of course I am; I like to play against Guro even if I prefer to play with her." the captain replied.

"I totally understand you; it’s really cool to play with Ingrid, but I don't like to play against her, even if it’s fun," the forward said.

"Oh, I’m a little disappointed. I thought you were talking to Y/n." Kosovare commented.

"What do you mean?"

"We saw you glued to your phone when Magda was doing her usual captain's speech. Great speech, by the way." Zećira said this time getting a little ‘thank you’ from her Chelsea teammate.

"I think it’s Y/n!" Kosse said across the changing room, gaining the attention of everyone. "What? It’s true," she added when she felt every gaze on her. 

"Yes it’s true, but—" The forward tried to defend herself but was cut off by Sofia Jakobsson.

"Why don’t you ever think about playing together? We wouldn’t have to support you missing each other."

"You’ve got a point." Zećira said.

"It’s not that easy. It’s not like she can play with us suddenly." Your wife said.

"Yes but you can always play for the same club. And I don’t want to force you to do anything, but I heard that a Londonian club wouldn’t mind having a new power couple in her team." The goalkeeper commented.

"I need to stop you right now; if they need to play for the same team in London, they will definitely play for Arsenal." Stina protested.

"And why?" Magda asked, raising her eyebrow.

 "Because we all know that Y/n considers Frida like her little sister, and according to that, she’d choose Arsenal." Unfortunately, the conversation couldn’t go further because it was already time to enter the pitch.

The match went pretty well; well, it ended in a draw, but 3-3 is a pretty draw. After the game, you thanked the supporters and made your way to the Sweden team. Even if your relationship wasn’t public, it was not uncommon for the fans to catch you being touchy with the Swedish player; honestly, they loved it. That's one of the reasons they loved when you faced her, of course there was also the sportive part, but they couldn't help themselves every time you interacted together, and it didn’t take a lot of time before some edits shipping you two appeared online.

After a little session of sweaty hugs with Ingrid, much to her dismay, you finally made your way to the third Barcelona player in this match. Some cameras were still recording, and they didn't miss the goofy smile the tall forward gave you—definitely good content for the fans later. "Hey pretty girl," you said, and the captain of Chelsea next to you two rolled her eyes.

"Good game, girls. You played very well." Ingrid said, giving her club teammate a little side hug.

"You too, even if I'm better." Fridolina replied, and you playfully hit her arm. "What? It's true."

"Your only goal was when I didn't defend on you." You reminded her.

"Yeah, I know, but it's still a goal," she said while she opened her arms, and you fulfilled the gap. "You played very well." she whispered before landing a quick kiss on your head.

"Even when you try to be sneaky, you are still so obvious." Frida said.

"Are you jealous?" You joked, "You can come here." You opened your arms, and even if the midfielder tried to resist, she knew she could never deny your hugs. You looked like a little family, and you obviously knew that the fans would edit it, but you were too comfy between your wife and your claimed little sister.

When you broke the hug, you made your way to the changing room with Ingrid and Rolfö, not too far from Frida and Stina. You were talking about anything and everything when the Arsenal forward called you. "Y/n do you ever think about playing with Frido on the same team?"

"Uh uh, don't start that." Zećira said, coming out of nowhere.

You looked at the Sweden players confused. "Don't listen to them; they're just arguing about which is the best team between Arsenal and Chelsea." Fridolina said.

"It's more than that." the keeper protested.

"Let me guess, you just want us to join Arsenal or Chelsea?" you asked.

"Yes." Magda and Sofia said rolling their eyes.

"No!" Stina and Zećira countered, "It's more than that; imagine being with your wife 24/7, training with her, playing with her, and just wearing the same jersey."

"Okay let's not talk about it right now because I'm exhausted, but we'll think about it." you said before heading to your locker room.

The next few weeks you came back to Spain, and you managed to spend a lot of time with Frido after the end of the season before her final at Eindhoven. You tried to not attract attention in the stadium, but it was almost impossible. You couldn’t enter the stadium before some fans of both teams recognized you. And there you took some pictures with them, some of them questioning you about who you were supporting. You were wearing a light jacket, so they couldn’t see your Rolfö’s national jersey. Of course you were there to support your wife, but as a Real Madrid player and fan, you couldn’t say it loudly.

"I’m just here to see some teammates play." You replied with a little smile. Thankfully for you, they let you leave rather quickly. In your seat, you were mentally preparing for the next ninety minutes.

After those ninety minutes, FC Barcelona were sacred European champions for the second time, and Frida scored a goal. You were ecstatic in your seat during the game, acting like a groupie when your blondie touched the ball. When a member of the security came to escort you on the pitch, you were a little shocked because you didn’t really think the Swedish forward would spot you in the crowd, but she definitely did.

On the pitch, you came to congratulate your national teammates, and Ingrid gave you a sweaty hug, making you quickly pull away with a grimace. "You look good in yellow," the midfielder commented.

"But something tells me she would look better in blue and red." Caro Hansen added, and you rolled your eyes.

"Let’s not start it now." You didn't have time to say anything else until you felt arms wrapping around your waist from behind you. you didn't have to turn to know who they belonged to.

"Oh no, the lovebirds are reunited again," Caro said, faking annoyance.

"Hey, don’t you have some Spanish girlfriends you want to see?" You said making them leave, but not before they mimicked how the Swedish player was clinched to you.

"Why do you wear my national jersey?" Your wife asked while her head found her space in the crook of your neck.

"Are you kidding me?" you asked, a little offended.

"I’m rather on the girl’s side this time."

"Oh no, we’ll not start that, not today." You groaned and turned around to finally face her.

"But I really think about what the girls said the last time, and, well, it’s been like, what, six or seven years since we started to play against each other. I know you would rather die than wear a Barcelona kit, but if one day I leave, would you come with me?" She asked with a pout.

"Honey, one day I asked you if you wanted to marry, and you made the mistake of saying ‘yes’ so unfortunately for you, you’re stuck with me wherever you go." You joked.

"Even if I receive a proposition from Chelsea?" she tried.

"Okay don’t push your luck, Mrs.Rolfö." You replied dramatically, pushing away from her grip. The tall woman obviously didn’t give up and wrapped you close to her again.

The two of you were so much in your little bubble that you forgot that her team was celebrating and that the stadium was not totally empty when you pushed your toe to land a passionate kiss on her lips. When you heard some wolf whistles from Catalan players and the public cheering loudly, that's when you came back from your trance and remembered that you were not alone.

"Oh my..." you mumbled, hiding your face in your wife’s chest, who was laughing at your action.

"Don’t be shy, I think most of them already knew; it’s not like we’re good at hiding our behavior every time we’re together." Frido joked, "And at least now, everybody would know that you’re off the market, Mrs. Rolfö."

This night, like you assumed, you broke the internet, and a photo of you and Fridolina kissing was on almost every Woso fan’s Instagram stories and some of your teammates’ too. You received a lot of support from some teammates and even other celebrities. Magda and Pernille shared a cute picture of the four of you on a double date just after the Euro, and things went more crazy when Z posted almost all the cute pictures she took of you when you didn’t notice.

"I think that after today, if someone decides to sign one of us, they will definitely have to sign the other." The Swedish player said while she came to lay beside you.

"I still think we could have announced it in a better way." you said after you left your phone on the nightstand.

"Yes, maybe, but right now it’s just the two of us." she said, pressing a shy kiss on your head.

"I love you, Frido."

"And I love you more."

[spidernuggets]

Jason Todd x Reader

Warning: Mentions of suicide attempt

"You're not crazy, Y/n! If anyone thinks so, they're the crazy ones-"

You laugh. "Thanks, Jason. I like being friends with you too."

"Jesus, keep it down, would ya," you say groggily, rubbing your eye as you walk out of your room, utterly confused at the commotion unravelling in the lobby. "The fuck is going on?"

"You people are insane! I'd rather be with Deathstroke than with you assholes..." Jason says, the last statement he claims more quietly. A harsh truth, revealing how little his supposed teammates thinks of him.

"Jason drew crosses all over my mirror after telling me to go get looked at by a fucking priest!" Rachel yells in anger.

You looked over at Jason in confusion.

"Yeah, I told her to get looked at, so what?" Jason yells back. "You almost fucking killed me! And I didn't draw those crosses, I haven't got a fucking clue what you're on about, how many time do I have to say it!"

You stare at the two, still delirious from your interrupted nap. Jason would say some fucked up stuff but drawing crosses? He wouldn't go that far. Barking and yapping is the most he'd do.

"And he put a beer bottle in my room," Hank says.

"And a picture of Elis," Dawn adds.

"And an orange soda bottle," Donna finishes.

The adults list the things Jason presumably planted in their rooms. But for what motif? Just to piss them off? Wait. Jason literally fell from a building like, what? Yesterday? Why the fuck would he pull this shit then..

"Wait, wait, wait. Pause, I can not stress this enough," you say. "I understand Rachel's situation, what the fuck about you guys?" You ask the other adults.

"Jason just put some shit that was deeply connected to our past in our room. If he pulls something like this again, I'll forget what team he's on," Hank replies.

You cross your arms. "Okay, did any of yous tell Jason about this deep shit about your past?"

Rachel and Gar's head turned to the adults as they all looked at each other with doubt.

"Oh my fucking days," You scoffed, aggressively rubbing your temples.

Before you can scold at them, you notice Jason is already gone.

Jeez, maybe I am a shit teammate.

You ram into his room first and instantly run out when you see he's not there. You check the surveillance room, the training room. Not there, either. Finally, you speed up to the roof. And there he was, standing at the edge.

Your heartbeat's pace picked up.

"Jason," you called out. He looked over his shoulder, then looked right ahead of him.

"C'mon, Jason, get down from there. We can work this out," you slowly say, taking small steps towards him.

You see him shake his head. "There's nothing to work out," he says. "I'm just gonna fuck things up again. There's a poison in me. That shit spreads. Hurts even the most healthy people."

You stip at a safe distance where Jason wouldn't make any irrational movements if you'd come any closer, and you lean against the ledge near him.

"Mm, well, what about people who's already unhealthy?"

Jason turns his head to look at you in confusion.

"Jason, all of us here has been through some tough shit. From my experience, this 'poison' you're talking about, it's nothing compared to what I had to face. I'm sorry that they accused you, Jason. I don't even know why they did- they don't even have a good reason to," you explain, making sure he knew that you were not against him, that he wasn't alone.

"I don't know if this makes any difference," you continue, "but I believe that you didn't do any of that."

"You don't?" Jason asks in disbelief, yet still a hint of hope in his voice.

"Of course I don't. You're my teamma... You're my friend, Jason," you reply back, thinking it's safe to step closer to him as you reach a hand out towards him. "Please come down," you pleaded.

Jason stares at your offering hand for a while, then glances the view in front of him before returning his gaze to your hand.

He sighs, taking your hand in his and steoping diwn from the ledge, leaving a gasp of relief from you before you pull him into a tight embrace.

A few seconds later, you push him away, realising you may have crossed some boundaries.

"Sorry.. I- I'm just glad you came down," you admitted as Jason just shrugged in reply.

You sighed as you sat down, your back leaning against the ledge, patting the ground beside you, inviting Jason to sit beside you.

"Jason, you are kind of an asshole. I mean, you did tell Rachel to go get looked at by a priest- I know she almost tried to kill you, but she still needs to get a hold of her powers. I'm not saying it's not a reason to be scared of her! If I was in your place, I'd be freaked out by her, too. Just give her some time. Plus, you did call both her and Rose freaks..." Jason slightly nods at his mistake. "But... you're one of the most extraordinary people I've ever met," you admit as it seemed like Jason's head could've snapped off his neck from how fast he turned.

"Don't let it get to your ego," you say before continuing, "I mean, you can spar blindfolded! You survived being kidnapped by Dr. Light and Deathstroke. Oh... and Jason," you call out to him before you shift yourself to face him properly. "I know you're always saying you're okay after your... fall. But it's not a sign of weakness to ask for help. You don't need to prove yourself to anybody. Not to me, at least," you finish, placing a hand kn his shoulder for assurance.

All Jason does is look at you, probably searching for any sort of trap or lies or whatnot. You believe you've said too much that things got awkward and he probably wants to be alone.

"Yeah.. I've been talking for too long," you agree to his probable thoughts as you try to get up.

But Jason stops you, grabbing a hold of your arm.

"No," he says, "I... Thank you," he confesses as you take your place back on the ground. "Yeah, I guess I am an asshole," he continues, looking at the concrete underneath him. "I don't know... It's just shit I say. Sometimes, I say it without thinking. I say a lot of shit without thinking," he admits his wrongdoings.

"And that's okay," you reply, placing your hand on top of his. "We make mistakes. But we talk it out, and we forgive."

"I didn't put all that shit there or draw the crosses, I swear-"

"Jason, you don't need to try convince me. I told you, I believe you," you reassure him.

"Didn't really believe that you believed me," he shrugged. "The others still probably think I'm insane."

"If they do, I'll just punch some sense into them," you tell him. "Besides, they can't think you're any crazier than me."

Jason's eyebrows scrunched together. "What do you mean?"

"Oh shit," you laughed. "You never knew about how I became a Titan, and how I even met the others,."

Jason shakes his head.

"Well, I was running away from my mom. Criminal, but not one of those well-known ones. Robbed a few jewels here and there, had some of her workers try and catch me. Then, when I lost them, the only place I could think of staying was an alleyway. Luckily, it was on the safe side of town. That's when Dick found me. Brought me back to the tower-"

"He really has a thing for bringing unconscious people back to the tower, huh?" Jason interrupts, and you couldn't help but laugh.

"That sounds horrible without context," you say, then continue, "but yeah. When I woke up, I was absolutely shitting myself. I was my bag, but when I got to the elevator, the passcode wouldn't unlock. That's when everyone came. Hank, Dawn, Donna, Dick, Gar, and Rachel. I was so freaked out. So I threw my homemade bombs at them-"

"I'm sorry, bombs??"

"Calm down. They were just glitter bombs," you say as Jason makes a face in both confusion and amusement.

"Bht my mom taught me a few tricks. Pinned Gar to the wall with a couple of knives. Dawn was stuck to the floor with some knives, too. I think Hank was blinded by some glitter. But yeah, eventually, they got me to calm down," you finish, laughing at the memory.

"Jesus... I still can't get over the glitter bombs. I thought you just made flash and concussion bombs," Jason says.

You shook your head. "Nah, I only learned how to make those later. The glitter bombs were just a hobby. So, I guess you yourself aren't as insane as you think you are. I mean, even when I used to go to school, kids would think that I'm crazy, but I probably am, like, glitter bombs as a hobby? I-"

"You're not crazy, Y/n! If anyone thinks so, they're the crazy ones-"

You laugh. "Thanks, Jason. I like being friends with you too."

Jason's reaction is hesitant, but he smiles and laughs with you.

"C'mon, let's go back down. You need a rest. A long rest. We can even listen to that loud metal music you listen to," you say as you get up, dusting yourself off.

suggestions for part 2?

Jason copies you, getting up and wiping any dirt off from his pants, and a genuine smile on his face as he follows you down back to his room.

[ninyard]

whenever you have a moment for some oc yappery i'd love to hear more abt Paris

you asked for it here's paris (ilovehimilovehimilovehim)

-- paris antonis

-- 25

-- backliner on the same team as lilya, also hoping to get signed for the us court but keeps getting that disappointing phone call that says not this year

— transferred from edgar allan to usc after his first year

Paris. 6'2, he's got big arms and a bigger heart. his hair is buzzed, he has more tattoos than he can count, and always has something in his anxious hands. he’s a seriously empathetic person - if you’re upset, there’s a good chance he’ll end up crying with you. he’s sensitive, a little bit paranoid, and he probably doesn’t trust you.

Paris was scouted for the Ravens from his high school team - he played exy from pretty much the time he could walk. star player, captain of the team, with his recognisable smile and even more recognisable laugh, he was offered a position on the raven lineup, and of COURSE he was going to take it. his wardrobe got darker, more and more people clapping hands on his back saying congratulations, man. they’re the best of the best. you’ll fit right in.

he remembers clearly the last time he saw most people from his hometown - his best friend clare, who pulled at the collar of his black tshirt and asked if this was the new normal. his coach, who shook his hand and wished him luck, not after showing him the picture of him they were printing out to put in the halls of his high school. his little brother jonas, who made him promise to call. who made him promise to send letters and postcards. his older sister sasha, who promised him she’d watch every game. his mom who cried as she watched him leave. his dad who finally told him he was proud of him.

the last time paris smiled in edgar allan was in the minutes where he waited to be escorted to the nest by a raven. paris stood up to shake the girls hand, who only looked at his outstretched palm and told him to follow her.

the next few months were the worst months of his life. he met lilya, who seemed to fit in already, even though she arrived the day before he did. they were partners from the beginning. paris learned the rules of the nest very quickly, and very painfully.

he cried for his mom at the end of his first week. he stopped crying after a month.

there was not a part of him that didn’t change. he became a robot, a shell of himself, a machine that only cared about exy, that lived and breathed edgar allan. happy, smiley paris became this shadow of himself. he forgets what his own voice sounds like when he’s not scared, or tired. he wakes up afraid most of the time.

paris has a scar on his bicep that stretches from just below his arm pit to just above his elbow from some hazing ritual in his second month in EAU. he’s really self conscious about it, because it healed in a messy jagged line - every time he thought it had healed he’d be back on the court and it’d just split back open again. it was the first thing he covered up when he started getting tattoos the summer that he left the nest.

his story goes a little like this then, afterwards; he called his mom the night that he left. while he took a cab as far away as he could, she bought him a plane ticket home.

he didn’t last long back in his hometown.

he couldn’t speak to his family, their pleas for him to talk to them quietly ignored with a shake of his head. his dad noticed the scar across his cheek first, from Paris’ first fight, and his sister was the first to see the awful scar on the back of his calf from where a helmet had been thrown at him and broken skin so badly it needed stitches. his little brother touched the scar on his arm and asked what happened. Paris bought his ticket to California that night, when he’d only been home for a week.

he realised something about himself had well and truly fundamentally changed when he smiled a couple of months into training and adjusting to life at usc; he was having lunch with his teammates, and a joke was said, and he smiled. unintentional, but newly unnatural. a first year goalkeeper nudged him and said, “i think that’s the first time i’ve seen a real smile on your face you since you got here.”

popular, happy, sportsmanship awarding winning Paris, Paris with the pretty smile, Paris with the laugh that you’d recognise from a mile away. Paris who graduated high school as the most likely to become a comedian, most likely to make you laugh, his peers parents’ favourite friend. clare used to tell him off for making her smile when she was down - now? now his own smile no longer reached his eyes, the impulse to laugh buried beneath a single year worth of beatings and suppression. now his teammates were only noticing his first smile, three months into his time at USC.

Paris is paranoid, Paris has to read over documents a hundred times to make sure the terms are okay, Paris doesn’t trust people anymore. he used to be known for being that guy who would tell his friends to give someone the benefit of the doubt, to give someone a chance, to not judge a book by its cover. now he feels like he's skeptical of everyone he meets.

he’s afraid of someone knowing his secrets, he’s afraid of spilling secrets. he never got back into contact with his family once he left for california, except for the odd “im alive” text he sends to his sister once every couple of months. maybe sometime in the future, when he feels like himself again, he'd reach out and make amends, but he can’t let them see him like this. he can’t bear to have his mother look at him the way she did when he first came home. like she doesn’t recognise her own son anymore, like she’s raised this sweet boy and he’s turned himself into a soulless monster.

Paris doesn’t really label his sexuality, but he feels like queer fits him best.

things change for him eventually. he starts to feel like himself again. he smiles more, letting people in, and sometime by the end of his third year he’s heard his true laugh again. it takes him a long time to heal from that year in Edgar Allan, but it’s a slow and painful process, and a very lonely one. but he gets there eventually, with people by his side pushing him forward every step of the way.

there's some more stuff about paris here and here and under my ocs tag but if i dont stop i'll just keep talking about him forever <3

[lestappen-on-top]

I'm trying If it's bad, kill me 🥹

Sewis, breeding kink ,Seb returning to F1

It had been a relatively calm morning, Lewis went to do his morning run, and since he was feeling like taking Roscoe with him, he ended up being dragged away.

He knew that his contract with Ferrari promised him something new, and with the developing friendship that he had with Charles, he admitted that he was excited.

But some rumors had started...

Sebastian Vettel could return to F1 with a Mercedes seat.

He could remember all of the great times he spent by his side, and his undying crush for the blond man never ceased, the fire only grew stronger.

If he reached out and decided to ask him to spend the evening together, nothing would go bad, right?

It was a bad idea, he cut his hair short again, and that boyish grin was constantly on his face, there was a hot and electrifying feeling on his pelvis, and he couldn't decide if it was from the usual image of the German, or the thought of him in fireproofs.

- So, Lewis ,Forza Ferrari, huh?

- You said it yourself that everyone is a Ferrari fan. But you're one to talk, you haven't told me anything.

-About what?

-Your return to Formula one, and in my former seat, I thought you were truly done with it?

He could see some lingering confusion in his eyes, but them, something flirty flashed though them as he wetted his lips.

-Are you that exited to see me back on the grid, being you opponent once again? Or do you just want to see me all sweaty in the fireproofs while battling you on track?

He was definitely fucked, he couldn't even stop staring at his lips while he spoke, and feeling the need to hide his obvious erection, he got up.

- W-well, I'm gonna get a cup of tea, would you like anything Seb?

-Oh don't worry about me, thank you

While he was waiting for the kettle to heat up and boil the water, he couldn't help but feel a pair of eyes burning into his skull, making the occasional shiver run down his spine, he should have never brought up this subject.

But then, suddenly-

-Should I be worried that you fuck someone else on the grid?

There was a warm presence plastered on his back, he couldn't help but try to get away, as he was traped between the kitchen Island and the man behind him.

-W-what do you mean by that I'm not-

-Then why have you suddenly stopped talking to me? Did you stop liking me?

How did he-?

-Wait a minute, you know? Oh I'm gonna kill that bastard you called teamma-

-Leave Charles out of the conversation, and no, he didn't tell me anything, but you should have. I could have fucked you countless times, made you come on yourself, yet you decided to waste all of these years.

-How would I-I know?

-Oh sweetheart, It was more than obvious, you were just in denial, but maybe we should compensate, ja?

He couldn't think much after that, his lips where suddenly taken with a fiery passion, and he could not help but moan into the other's mouth, his tongue was vicious, his hands were searching and mapping all of his body, he could feel both of their cocks rubbing together.

Suddenly, he was being lifted up into the Island, and while he circled his arms around Sebastian, his lips were abandoned by him, making him chase after that warm feeling.

-Tell me Lewis, should I fuck you or explore your body?

The words weren't getting into his head, all that he could think of was Seb, fuck, need him inside, more.

-Maybe I should fuck you, make you come on my cock.

Then, his clothes were being ripped off, crying out as his Burberry hoodie was ripped apart. The shame was making way into his mind, there he was, completely naked on his kitchen, with Seb fully clothed in front of him.

Think after, fuck now

-Wa-wait, we need lube, I-

-Oh, don't worry princess, I have a better way.

He couldn't help the whine that bubbled out of his throat at the mention of the name Sebastian used, he couldn't think for much longer after as suddenly his legs were being spread apart, and seeing him crouch on the floor, there was a sudden wet, warm pressure on his hole, he took hold of his hair as loud moans dripped out of his mouth.

-Oh g-god please, Seb....Can't last much longer, please, too much, ...Ah!

Nothing coherent was coming out of his mouth, and so, he could see the glint in the Germans eyes as he fucked him open, adding his finger one by one until there were three inside.

-Maybe I should make you cum like this, get you all nice and loose for me ,heh?

Wrapping a hand around his cock ,Lewis came, shouting Seb's name, and as he came down from his orgasm he heard the zipper of his jeans being open, freeing the other's cock, making his mouth water despite having just come.

-Enjoying the view, I see?

Lewis blushed furiously, letting his head drop back, widening his eyes as he felt the intrusion in his lower regions.

Soon, all that you could hear from the kitchen were the wet slaps of skin against skin, grunts, moans and whines as the Brit was being fucked within an inch of his life.

-Maybe we should do this in front of your teammate, huh? Or the team, I'm sure Toto would've been pleased that we get along so well, fuck in front of the whole grid, let the whole world know ...

And then, the bomb dropped...

-Maybe I should fuck a baby into you, have you telling everyone that the baby on your belly is mine, letting them know you're mine.

There was nothing he could do to stave off his second orgasm, everything was so quick to happen, and the Germans' thrusts were so rapid and brute.

-Oh baby, you like that, having me getting you pregnant? Ah there you go, good boy, cumming for me without being touched, god you're so pretty, could have you like this for ever.

As the oversensitivity overcame him, some tears were brought up to his eyes, being gently kissed away by Sebastian, as his thrust became sloppier by the second, eventually coming to a halt as he came deep inside him, pulling out after a few seconds to turn of the stove, as the water had evaporated completely, ant to get some tissues to clean them both.

- Was I too rough with you? Are you okay baby?

-I'm fine, just wanna rest for a while, could you carry me? You gave me the pleasure of loosing the feeling on my legs.

And as Sebastian got him up, and carried him to the bedroom, he couldn't help but snuggle into him, asking if could spend the night with him.

Little did Lewis know that Seb was the one to iniciate the rumors and plan everything so that the move would finally be made.

Was it good? Hope you liked it, and English is not my first language.

Here you go @forza-lh44 , hope you like it !

[avvwritesstufff]

Y'all go read the first part of my new fic😉

it’s transfer lsu player! x paige

Alsooo while ur there check out my other fic

[wulfhalls]

why does the acolyte have a tattoo of the BTS logo 😭

HELPPPPPPP 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 another reason to stan mae u know that bitch is an exo stan thru and thru #weareone #teammae

[tooxmanyxships]

oof angst prompt ok......imagine max and daniel are pining for each other ala McLaren era but neither know the other likes them back and max out of frustration or something starts hooking up lewis in Fwb kinda way cause lewis gets him (brocedes style but also now george) and somehow shit gets leaked and it's all up in the news, so they start fake dating cause FWB/one night stands are so scandalous, in the meantime daniel is absolutely breaking down thinking how max is into guys but didn't pick him and George is now questioning shit cause he doesn't like the fact that max has lewis and Lewis didn't even tell him (denial of feelings maybe) . Lewis and max can't even break up too quickly cause they are in the public eye and have to be all lovey dovey (ish) and are slowly getting confused so now we have 4 sad people who have no clue how to fix this (bonus points if dan george appear closer after the whole leak cause they drown their sorrows together or something)

Damn I love this idea!

It's most likely gonna be multi chaptered, but that's more fun, right?

Consider this as a sneak peek/the first chapter

Will it have a happy end? I have no idea yet

Why did he have to leave him?

Okay, technically it was just Daniel switching teams, but, it didn't feel that way.

It felt like heartbreak.

Didn't Daniel have as much fun as he had while they were teammates?

Was it all his imagination of how close they were?

Was it really just him who felt like this about his teamma--- former teammate.

He'll have to get used to saying that. Even if he didn't want to.

It sucks. everything sucks.

He doesn't want to deal with these feelings, so he goes and drowns them at a bar in Monaco one night.

He's already pretty wasted when he sees him, at the bar, asking the bartender for a drink.

He makes his way over there to say hello.

"Lewis!" He slurs out the name a little. "Didn't expect to see you here."

"Max?" Lewis looks just as surprised as Max felt when he saw him. "I didn't know this was your type of bar."

It wasn't. Not until Daniel brought him here a few times. Then it somehow became his favorite one.

"What can I say... I'm full of surprises."

Lewis' lips curl up into a small grin and he slaps Max's shoulder amicably.

"You sure are." he thanks the bartender when he gets his drink, then turns back to Max. "You on your own?"

Max nods, "Yeah. What about you?"

"Same," Lewis took a sip from his drink, looking around. "It's pretty crowded tonight."

"That's fun, no?" Lewis can tell Max has already had a few drinks too many and honestly, he's getting there too. "Would be boring if it wasn't."

"Yeah," he thinks 'fuck it' and empties his glass in one go. "You wanna dance?"

It's a silly question, because he knows Max isn't exactly world's greatest dancer - neither is he - but he just needs to do something to get the pressure off. He's pretty sure Max feels the same way.

The grin on Max's face says enough. Lewis has just enough time to place his glass back onto the bar before he gets dragged off to the dancefloor.

They dance, laugh and drink some more. They get kicked out, along with some other customers, when the bar is going to close and they stumble outside.

"You wanna share a cab?"

Lewis thinks Max must be more drunk than he thought he was for asking this.

"Yeah, sure."

He knows he's far gone when he gives his answer.

The ride in the backseat of the cab is... Interesting.

Max gets a little bit touchy and Lewis doesn't really seem to mind.

Max gets really clingy when they're in the hotel lobby and Lewis has no choice but to pull Max into the elevator and help him up to his room.

He wants to leave and go to his own room straight away, but Max - who has even more strength than Lewis gave him credit for - grabs him and then he's crowding him in and kissing him and Lewis has nowhere to go.

He could push him away, but fuck--- he craves this. Whatever this is.

They end up as two naked bodies in tangled sheets, whispering words which are meant for someone else.

Max wishes the voice had an Australian accent. Lewis wishes the voice sounded more British.

But it is what it is. They did what they did.

And when Lewis sneaks out of the hotel later on, he doesn't feel particularly bad about it and neither does Max.

~~~~~~~**********~~~~~~~~~~

It's Pierre who texts him first. Just a: 'mate. Did you see this?' and a link to some picture on some gossip site.

Daniel clicks on it anyway, prepared to immediately close it again, but he stops when he sees the picture and the headline.

"Sir Lewis Hamilton caught sneaking out of the red bull drivers' hotel"

No.

This can't be what they're insinuating here.

There must be some perfectly fit other explanation for this.

But he makes the mistake of scrolling further - - -

There are more pictures. Pictures of Lewis and Max at a bar. - their bar -.

Pictures of Max and Lewis getting out of said bar and into a cab.

Sharing a cab.

Max and Lewis getting out at the red bull hotel - - -

Daniel closes the article and slams his phone down.

He knows how Max gets when he's drunk.

It makes his stomach turn.

It looks like things went down exactly as insinuated.

Why Lewis?

Why not him?

Did their time together as teammates really mean that little to the Dutch boy?

Whatever reason Max had, it really, really hurt Daniel a lot.

But he was gonna act like nothing happened.

Just be like he always was with Max.

He wondered how George felt about this.

~~~~~~*******~~~~~~~

Interesting....

That's the first thing that crossed George's mind when he came across the pictures of Lewis and Max partying together.

His eyes widening a little at the pictures at the hotel.

Why people waited so long to see someone come back out of a hotel, he really didn't understand.

But yeah, it was interesting to see. Especially because it was those two.

Maybe nothing really happened.

- as if -

He was definitely gonna investigate.

And while investigating, he'd be distracted from all other disturbing things he might or might not be feeling for his teammate

It was a win win situation.

Sort of.

If Lewis was happy, then he was happy too.

Or that's what he likes to make himself belief.

[sepangcircuit]

fuck paris olympics for disqualifying dato’ azizulhasni awang over something White athletes have done (and have gotten only a warning) before

[perezhilton]

Cue Taylor Swift’s Mastermind! Details HERE!

[doudouneverte]

2026

a/n: first fic from his own universe...

*not my GIF*

Pairing: Glódís Viggósdóttir x Fem!reader

Summary: the day after Glódís' contract extension

Type: Fluff

Warning: use of google translate for icelandic words

word count: 1840

note: bold = swedish

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It was a warm day—a very good day. Yesterday was even a better day for Bayern fans when Glódís' contract extension was announced. And right now, the team was arriving at the campus for training with a little surprise.

"Oh, look at that!" Georgia's voice got the attention of everyone. When the team looked at where the English referred, they saw a huge bouquet.

The bouquet was a combination of blue and red flowers arranged so the red flowers in the centre wrote '2026' and the blues one around made the whole thing look like the Icelandic flag. And the more cute thing was that the 'little' gift was on Glódís' cubby, making her blush intensely.

"Wow, that's a big one." Lea chuckled. "How did they even get it there? I would be scared to break it." There was a little silence in the room while the girls admired it until they heard the click of a snap shot.Everyone looked where the sound came from to see a very proud Islanlic captain. 

"You have to take a picture with it." Linda proposed, and everyone immediately agreed. The captain didn't wait a second until she took it and posed with the wave of her teammates' phones.

The red-headed woman analysed the bouquet until she noticed a little card with it.

"Well, if I'm guaranteed to get something like that for an extension, give me a pen right now." Jovan said, making the whole team laugh.

During the whole training, the captain didn't seem to be able to suppress her smile, which made all the team tease her, but she couldn't care less. It was like that until Magda came to ask her something about it. Pernille was watching them a little curious, but from her girlfriend's behaviour, she could say that Magda was shy to tell what she was saying to her captain.

It was the last day before their next match, so the Danish brusehd it off and decided to focus on her training, but she made a mental note to ask about that later. At the end of the training, the girls decided to spend some time together, which everyone agreed with except the Swedish defender, who informed them that she had something important to do.

It was in the middle of the afternoon, and you were in the shop, waiting for any potential customers while you were on your phone. On Instagram, more precisely. You were watching some random posts until someone sent you a direct message.

You smiled at your phone, getting enough time to reply with a quick 'you're welcome' until someone entered the shop.

(has sent you a picture)

Glódís: Thank you 💙❤

It was a very fascinated and a little confused Magda who was facing you, getting you immediately confused and fascinated as well.

"Hi, how can I help you?" You asked, making the defender more confused.

"You speak Swedish?" She asked.

"Yeah, I'm from Malmo, and honestly, it's not every day that I get the visit of a Swedish superstar."

"I'm not a superstar."

"You're the captain of the national team, so for me, you're a superstar." You asserted your point, making her finally accept it. "So, how can I help you?"

"Uh, yeah. I want to buy something for my girlfriend, and a teamma- a friend recommended this place to me, so I came to check if you had something that could… I don't know; that can please my girlfriend."

It took you a few seconds to process everything and think about it. "Okay, you're in the right place for that. Do you have any idea, or can we think about it together?"

"Actually, yeah, just a moment…" She pulled out her phone and opened Instagram. "Something like that. But of course not as big as it."

You giggled a little looking at the picture of your wife smiling widely with your gift in her hands.

"Yeah, I think I can do something like that; excuse me a moment." You quit the counter to wander in the shop, picking some flowers, and then came back. "We can make it look like the Danish flag, or we can try arranging them to look like a white heart on a red background."

"The heart one!" Magda replied immediately, making you chuckle. "Sorry," she mumbled, making you even more chuckled.

"Don't worry, it's nothing. I'm used to this type of reaction with my wife."

"Oh, you're married?"

"Yess. 4 years now."

"Wow."

"Yeah, wow. But I can't be more happy with her; she's always so sweet with me. I mean, she made me leave Sweden, so that's the least she can do."

While you were finishing your 'piece of art', as your wife likes to call all your creations, you and Magda used that time to know more about each other. And after that, you decided to give it to her for free with a promise to let her pay for her next purchase.

Two hours later, you were cleaning up after your last client when you were interrupted by someone entering the shop. You looked at the entry to see your big bouquet covering the Icelandic captain's face.

"Hi, ástin mín (my love)." She greeted you happily.

"Why don't you let it at home, baby?" You giggled when you saw her trying to give you a hug without crushing the flowers.

"I know I should, but after the training, the girls wanted to spend some time together, and as a captain, I couldn't refuse that. And after that, I came here." She said proudly.

You gave her a kiss and took the flowers from her hands, making her pout a little.

"Hey, it's mine," she complained, making you laugh.

"I know, but I'll just put them in the water so you don't have to carry them all the time," you reassured her. When you finally dispose of the flowers in a pretty vase (chosen by Glódís), you finally let the defender rest in your arms on a couch behind the counter.

It was a habit of her to come here after the training just to spend some time with you, even if you assured her that she would eventually see you after you closed the shop.

"How many hours have we left before you close?" She asked.

"Two hours," you replied, and your wife hummed in reply, letting you know that she would probably fall asleep during this time.

You both stayed like that for almost fifteen minutes until the front opened again. You were trying to get out of Glódís' arms before you saw two familiar figures looking at you from the other side of the counter.

"Oh, look at that; she's so cute." Karólína said.

"She looks like an orange cat." Emilie added making you and the younger Icelandic player laugh. "What, isn't she?"

"She definitely looks like a cat." You agreed with her after a quick look at your wife. "But what are you doing here?"

"We have to play against Bayern tomorrow, so here we are. We just finished the training, and we have a little free time, so we came to check on you." The Norwegian player explained. You nodded, but you heard a snap shot. You turned your head towards Karólína with a confused look.

"Sorry, it's so cute. I had to." She tried to defend herself, but you didn't have a lot of time to think about it because the older Icelandic player started to wake up next to you.

The first thing she immediately noticed when she woke up was the two players who joined you. She was a little confused, but decided to brush it off when you didn't seem as surprised as her.

The three players stayed there until you closed the shop, helping with the late customers and cleaning before closing. After you dropped them off at their hotel, you drove back to your home.

"Finally alone!" Glódís exclaimed while you closed the door.

"Well, technically, we were alone for a moment, but Mrs. decided to take a nap." You said with a smirk.

"Hey, I was tired."

"I know. I'm just messing with you." You kissed her gently and said, "I missed you."

"I missed you too."

You led her to the couch, where you made out until you had to use the bathroom. While you were gone, you received a text from Karo, which intrigued Glódís. The defender unlocked your phone.

It was not the first time that she did that; you both trusted each other, and you both knew that neither of you would cheat or do any harm to the other.

She saw what her national teammates sent you and let out a little chuckle at the message.

"When did she even take that picture?" she asked no one with a smile on her face.

(picture)

Karo: the little orange fur of Iceland😺🇮🇸

When you were back on the couch, Glódís gave you your phone with a little smile. You raised your eyebrow before turning on your phone to discover your new lock screen.

"To her defence, you really look like an orange cat when you sleep like that."

"I'm. not. a cat." She pointed every word with light slaps with a cushion.

"Too bad, I really love cats." You tried to defend your point. The captain stopped her action and seemed to think about it.

"Well, you love me more than any cat." She reminded you.

"Yeah, that's also true." You tackled her on the couch and started to tickle her. Her laughs were filling the room before you started to shush her with kisses. You stopped only a short time after she finally caught her breath.

"You know what? I think you should come with me and the team for our international game this time."

You took some time to think about it, because even if you really wanted to be there to support her, you had your own duties, and she was aware of that.

"I don't know, älskling."

"Please. The girls miss you, and don't worry, I'll do anything to not let you get bored of them or anything."

"Oh, don't worry, I love them, and I could never get bored of them, but I have the shop and…"

"You can close for a week." She was now making the puppy eyes. "And I promise I'll help you when we get back."

"Really help me, or you'll just fall asleep like usual?" you mocked, making her roll her eyes playfully.

"No, I'm serious this time." She took your hands in hers and put them under her chin, forcing you to focus on her. The captain stared at you like that, waiting for a response until you finally let her win this time.

"Okay," you sighed while Glódís jumped from her spot to hug you. "But don't forget to make up for that."

"I'll not, I promise." She concluded the deal with a passionate kiss. "I love you, Kærasta (darling)."

"And I love you too, Glo."

[cbmnet]

#XMen97 #Toonado

[pooma-education]

Keys To Being An Effective Leader

Good leadership empowers individuals to look up to you and meet their full potential, as opposed to forcing compliance with fear and punishment.

The difference between a boss and a leader comes down to how you present yourself to your employees and teammates. Bosses rely on their position of authority to gain compliance, whereas good leaders use their influence to motivate the team. Good leadership empowers individuals to look up to you and meet their full potential, as opposed to forcing compliance with fear and punishment.

1. Seek to inspire others.

When you inspire others, you seek to bring out the best in others. Tyrannical management operates from a fear mindset, where team members fear harsh discipline for small mistakes. This may seem like the best type of leader at first glance, but it only leads to high turnover rate and tension amongst employees.

When you inspire others, you are empowering them to take initiative and achieve more. When everyone is working towards a goal and achieving the success they want to achieve, it reflects solid leadership because you are having a positive effect on their mindset.

Some ways to inspire others is to be passionate about the mission of the company, and to practice what you preach. This also means being honest and trustworthy, because your employees must believe in you to be able to inspire them. Who you are as a person translates to your leadership style, so it’s important to lead and make decisions from a solid moral compass.

2. Show High Emotional Intelligence

Good leaders understand their emotions and the emotions of other teammates. How you interact with and support your team reflects your emotional intelligence skills.

This is why good leaders aim to inspire, guide, and advise their team, as opposed to barking orders and commanding/ demanding.

They know how their team members are feeling and are considerate. For example, good leaders understand that everyone will have off days, and everyone has different learning styles. Some are visual learners, and some are hands-on learners. These factors must all be taken into consideration when guiding your team as an effective leader.

Leaders with high emotional intelligence know how to respond to situations, as opposed to simply reacting. Reacting out of anger, panic, or frustration, can blur your clarity and cause you to make poor decisions. Good leaders know you can’t control everything, just like you can’t force people to look up to you; respect is earned.

Some people I’ve worked with in the past use the 24 hour rule, which means they won’t respond to or make a major decision until they’ve had time to hold space for and process the decision for some time. This is not always possible in every situation, but it’s important to slow down and carefully think before making a decision. You must make decisions based on clarity, and not panic or pressure.

Greeting your employees, engaging in conversation, and making others feel valued demonstrates high emotional intelligence and fosters a sense of belonging where communication can take place without fear of judgment.

“Leadership is an action, not a position.” – Donald McGannon

3. Demonstrate hard work.

Hard work demonstrates dedication, which motivates others to do the same. Leaders demonstrate hard work by being punctual, meeting deadlines, and completing projects from beginning to end.

From a leadership perspective, hard work doesn’t mean only do what you have to do and disregard everyone else. Effective leaders demonstrate hard work by helping other team members with their needs and showing initiative on all projects.

When team members observe that you’re helpful, follow through, and show intuitiveness, it motivates team members to complete their work because they seek to be effective.

A willingness to work hard shows that you, as a leader, are not above any of the workplace tasks, but rather you care enough to help teammates by reducing the workload through your work.

Good leaders work hard because it inspires your workers, as opposed to giving directives on the sidelines and having everyone do the work you don’t want to do.

4. Listen to your employees.

Good communication is essential for a healthy workplace, as well as fostering employee innovation and improving morale.

Contemporary society believes that a leader not knowing every answer is a sign of weakness, but this is not the case…. No one knows everything. And that’s completely acceptable.

A good leader puts their ego aside and develops a solid rapport with their staff so each and everyone of their opinions is valued and used to build the company as a whole. This is why it’s essential to work as part of a team (even as a leader) because you never know who can solve an unexpected problem or offer advice from past experiences.

Good leaders are patient and view situations from an empathetic viewpoint, because everyone has their own unique experiences.

Following a boss is mandatory, but people follow and subscribe to leaders because they want to; they feel guided by them.

People look up to good leaders because the workers are not looked down upon, but rather lifted up by the person leading. This is key to developing solid rapport and being a relatable personal as an individual.

5. Good leaders don’t micromanage

Most importantly, good leaders allow free thinking and autonomy over their own work and creativity. They don’t micromanage because they know it inhibits personal growth and creativity in their workers.

Micromanage is about complete control, stemming from insecurity. Micromanagement starves employees of their creative talents, leading to frustration, resentment, and a high turnover rate.

This means they are not micromanaging, or controlling every little detail regarding their employees work and how they get the job done. Just like there are different learning styles, there are many ways to get a job done and people have a right to do what is best for them. What works for you might not work for someone else. You might even learn a better way to do things if you keep an open mind.

Micromanagement is dangerous because it creates dependent employees, who will be unable to make decisions on their own out of fear of scrutiny.

Good leaders, however, instead build a team with people you trust and allow staff to use their strengths. When you trust your employees, you’re helping to cultivate their creative talents and capabilities.

You never know how far your team can take you… trust and compassion are a must for enhancing team productivity.

Your servant

C. E. Kwaw