#the unintentional wingman | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

chibieggplant · 11 months ago

Text

Law falls for you slow and steady

Trafalgar law Headcanons | When he has a crush on you

Law's crush on you manifests slowly and subtly. It starts with him noticing the way your eyes light up when discussing something you're passionate about or the kindness you show to others.

He often finds himself stealing glances at you when he thinks you're not looking, only to quickly avert his gaze when you catch him. Law tries to act cool and collected about it, but his crewmates soon start noticing him staring dreamily at you and you can bet they tease him mercilessly about it.

Law's normally precise and focused nature becomes slightly scattered when he's in your presence. He might find himself lost in thought, daydreaming about cute or romantic scenarios involving you, only to snap back to reality with an embarrassed expression.

Despite his tough exterior, Law is not immune to unintentionally blushing furiously or getting flustered around you. Compliment him or praise his skills as a doctor / fighter and he will turn into a stuttering mess.

Whenever you're around, Law's usually calm and collected demeanor becomes a bit more chaotic as he tries to hide his nerves. Suddenly he turns into Corazon and is now tripping over his feet and accidentally bumping into things.

Law's attempts at flirting with you are often hilariously awkward, he's not used to expressing his emotions openly. His deadpan delivery and bluntness don’t help his case either. Penguin tried to give him advice on how to be more romantic but it often comes out wrong. “You’re like the North Star in my chaotic sea of life…except, I’m not lost or anything. Just metaphoricaly…speaking.”

He often attempts to make conversation with you…key word being attempt “So um…did you hear about that new medical breakthrough? It’s fascinating stuff. Way less complicated than…emotions…did you know that the human heart beats around 100,000 times a day?”

He protective side comes out around you, subtly keeping an eye on you during battles or dangerous situations, ensuring you're safe without drawing too much attention to it…Though it’s painfully obvious to everyone else when the poster boy for sticking to the plan diverts his plan just to help you.

Law often overreacts when you have even the slightest injury or ailment, treating it as a major medical emergency. His crewmates find it amusing how he switches instantly into "doctor mode" for the smallest of issues when it comes to you. You have a small cut on your arm? He insists it needs to be sterilised immediately, let him look at it, it might need stitches.

As Law's feelings deepen, he finds himself drawn to your company more and more. He starts seeking opportunities to spend time together, whether it's finally coming out of his office to join you for lunch, or stealing you away to discuss strategies for upcoming missions because he needs your input…he doesn’t, he just hasn’t spoken to you in the past hour and he misses you.

Law's crewmates, particularly Bepo and Penguin, become keen observers of his behavior around you. They notice the subtle shifts in his demeanor, the way his gaze softens when he looks at you, and the genuine smiles that grace his usually stoic face in your presence.

Bepo, becomes his unintentional wingman, trying to nudge him closer to you whenever possible. Though his attempts often just make Law stumble into you. Bepo pushes him to compliment you “Doesn’t y/ns hair look nice today captain? Tell her it looks nice” *cue the adorable bear eyes that Law can’t say no to*

Over time, as your relationship deepens, Law might find the courage to subtly hint at his feelings, although he remains cautious about how you might respond. He’s already lost someone he loves once he can’t lose you too.

He starts leaving small gifts or tokens of affection for you in your room, though he would never admit they were from him. His gifts often end up being quirky or unconventional items that reflect his personality, like a tiny model of the Polar Tang or a cute plushie of Bepo.

Regardless of his reserved nature, Law's crush on you brings out a softer side of him. Over time, as trust and mutual understanding deepen between you and Law, he begins to open up more to you. He find himself sharing personal stories and memories of his past with you.

Despite being a former warlord, Law becomes a bit of a nervous wreck when he tries to confess his feelings to you. He rehearses his lines multiple times in the mirror, only to end up blurting out something completely different.

“You know I’ve performed countless surgeries but trying to fix my heart after meeting you is the toughest one yet…wait, that sounded smoother in my head. What I meant is that it seems that I have a significant affection coefficient towards you…dammit! I mean, I-i really like you a lot!”

Law’s crush on you blossoms into true love, he cherishes the bond you have that’s built on trust, respect and genuine care. You become a source of joy and lightheartedness during his chaotic days, bringing much needed colour and love to his life.

#trafalgar law #law #trafalgar law x reader #one piece #one piece x reader #trafalgar law headcanons #one piece headcanons #headcanons

717 notes · View notes

lou-struck · 30 days ago

Text

Make a Move

Atsumu Miya x reader

~Sometimes when two idiots fall in love with each other, all it takes is a little motivation to get the ball rolling.

W.C 2.6k

Warnings; Kissing, awkwardness, trickery, clichés, and Osamu Miya being a pretty good wingman.

The smell of roasted coffee beans and flaky pastries float through the air surrounding your little table. The caffeinated cloud invigorates you, ripping the last remnants of drowsiness from your brain.

Warm beams of sunlight pour in through the large scenic windows and dance upon the leaves of the large indoor plants that surround your secluded coffee spot. The one where you and your dear friend, Atsumu Miya spend many an afternoon shooting the breeze and pretending that there isn't anything more to your friendship.

The Faux-blonde athlete is all smiles as he animatedly tells you a story about what happened on his most recent away trip with his professional volleyball team, the MSBY Jackals.

"Can ya believe it y/n?" he grins, unaware of the chocolate-drizzled whipped cream that clings to his cheek. "Turns out, that idiot was so dead tired after the match, he passed out on the Bus' toilet. His pants were at his ankles, and he was droolin' over all the toilet paper."

"At least he was wearing his underwear," you laugh, doing your best not to cackle over the soft sound of the cafe's radio.

Atsumu's crooked smile never falters as he continues to speak adamantly, only pausing to take a long slip from his drink from his coffee with a too-short straw. Although, with energy like his you doubt he needs it.

By the time he sets the drink down, even more whipped cream has gotten onto his face. The sight makes you chuckle.

"What ya lookin' at me like that for?" he asks, the pink of his cheeks becoming more visible against the whip as he furrows his brow.

"You have a little something on your face, Tsumu," you giggle

"R-really?" his brown eyes widen as he wipes at his face with one of the paper napkins crumpled on the center of the table. He takes a bit of the mess with him, but there is still quite a bit of sugar smeared against his skin. "Did I get it?"

"Not quite. You still have some on your cheek," you answer, tapping your own cheek for reference.

He tries to mirror your movements but wipes the wrong side with a confidence that makes your heart melt. "How about now?" he asks, looking at you expectantly. Fighting the laughter, you shake your head. "Damn, I really thought I had it this time."

"Here, let me," you say. And you don't know what compels you to do this, but you gently reach across the table and tenderly sweep the sweet cream off his chin. His skin is smoother than you thought it would be; Now that you think of it, you have never seen him with any kind of facial hair. You wonder if he can grow it at all.

Lost in thought, you don't realize how long you have been touching his face until his eyes go wide and flicker to yours. "Sorry, I-I don't know why I did that," you murmur embarrassedly. The flustered heat crawls up your skin, and you want the ground beneath you to open up and swallow you whole. "I-it was just a reflex."

If he was your boyfriend, this gesture would've been wholesome albeit the slightest bit cringy, but the fact of the matter, and the fuel to the fire of shame that flushes your skin, is simply this;

Atsumu Miya is not yours; He doesn't love you.

He regains his composure faster than you would give him credit for and meets your gaze. "Hah, thanks for that." he grins. "I guess I couldn't get it on my own."

Relieved that he wasn't creeped out by your sudden unintentional boldness, the two of you continue your coffee break, but despite your smile, you cannot ignore the painful twisting in your chest.

There is a spring in Atsumu's step as he walks to his front door. His keys rattle along to the tune of the silly little song he hums to himself. Between the massive win from yesterday and lunch with you today, he finds himself on cloud nine.

He opens the front door to his penthouse apartment to find his twin brother sprawled out on the couch, video game controller in his hands as he speaks through a headset chatting with his friends as they play online.

He gives him a nod and grabs an extra controller from the coffee table to hand to his Brother. "Where were you today Tsumu? Ya didn't have practice."

He grabs the controller and settles down on the couch. "I was out getting coffee with y/n"

Osamu's lips curl into a knowing smirk as he chuckles into the mic, "For the third time in a week."

"Oooh, Tsum Tsum's gotta crush?" a slightly-staticy voice gushes from the microphone. He recognizes it as his Jackals teammate Bokuto.

"Yeah, he's crazy about them. Every single time you guys have an off day, he is out with them and comes back with that dopey grin on his face."

"Ohhh is that the same person he is always facetiming with when we are in the hotels?" Another, slightly higher-pitched voice asks.

Atsumu's cheeks redden as he pulls the microphone away from his Brother's mouth and yells into it." Hey! Stop snitching on me, Shoyo. It's completely normal for friends to hang out and talk on the phone."

Out of the corner of his eye, he notices Osamu's dark eyebrows shoot up in surprise. "Oh, just friends? You aren't together?"

Atsumu takes a deep breath and clenches his fists as everyone pauses to hear his answer. "No, we aren't together." but as the sentence leaves his lips he feels something akin to guilt clinging on to his heart.

Why do those words not sound right?

"Ohh I see," he Brother replies as his identical features twist into a smug smirk. "Then you wouldn't mind if I asked them out?"

"W-what?"

"Ohhh, plot twist," Bokuto squeals over the mic. "Samu's stepping into the ring."

"It's like one of those reality TV shows," Hinata adds enthusiastically.

"Why would you ask e'm out?" Atsumu asks his twin. The question sounds more like an accusation as the coffee he drank earlier swirls around dangerously in his stomach.

"Because I think they're cute," Samu says plainly. "And if ya aren't into them, you shouldn't have a problem with it."

He grits his teeth and childishly tosses his controller onto the couch. There are too many emotions inside of him, he cannot process it. Screw the game, he just needs to get away.

"Hey, Tsumu?" his Brother calls, watching him storm off down the hall. "Where ya going?"

"Shower," he grunts, stomping off toward the bathroom in hopes that some time under the hot water could help him make sense of things.

As he locks himself in the bathroom, he fails to notice the mischievous smile that curves his Brother's lips.

It's been a few days since your awkwardness at the coffee shop with Atsumu, and you have shaken off the shame that had been clinging to you like a leech…mostly.

Okay, some of it may still be hanging on, but you ignore the unwelcome weight as you get closer and closer to the tall door to the twins' apartment. Although it is not Atsumu you are spending time with today, Osamu was the one to extend the invite this time around.

The young chef called you yesterday afternoon, inviting you to swing by and test out a few potential items he wants to add to his restaurant's menu. Never one to turn down helping out a friend or the chance to eat some of his cooking for free, you hastily agreed.

The rubber soles of your sneakers hit the welcome mat as you step across the threshold like it's second nature.

Osamu is hard at work in the kitchen, dicing vegetables with an impressive-looking knife. His dark brows furrowed in concentration as he makes quick work of an onion. The fumes waft through the air, threatening to bring tears to your eyes as he works, seemingly unaffected.

Hey, ya made it!" he beams, setting the knife down when he notices your lingering presence. I'm still prepping some stuff, but make yourself at home."

"Thanks," you say, setting your bag on the other side of the massive marble island. "Is there anything I can help with?"

"Nah, I think I have everything taken care of." he says, turning quickly to stir a simmering pot on the stove.

"Okay," you murmur, glancing around the surprisingly clean apartment looking for any sign of life. "So where's Atsumu today?"

"Still at practice I think," Osamu replies, his back to you as he works. "He'll be home later."

"Oh, I see." You frown slightly. Poorly concealed disappointment is woven into your tone.

"Wow, tell me how ya really feel." Osamu chuckles, calling you out on your subtle favoritism.

An embarrassed heat rushes to your cheek as you struggle to find a way out of the mess you have made for yourself. "I'm sorry Samu, it's just Tsumu and I had kind of an awkward moment the other day and I had hoped that we could get back to normal."

His eyebrows shoot up in curiosity. "Oh? Awkward how?"

Taking a deep breath, you explain the whole whipped cream thing from the other day, and by the time you are done, Hyena-like cackles fill the room as he wipes tears from his eyes.

"I can't believe that," he gasps, holding his stomach, finding humor in the situation that is lost on you. "Ya really wiped his face and everything?"

"I didn't think it was that bad," you frown. Osamu knows his twin better than anyone. Is it possible that his reaction is similar to what Atsumu was thinking when you first did it? Have you ruined any chance of returning to the way things were?

All the 'what if's' pull you deeper into your own head as your moarle sinks deeper into it's depths. You don't even realize that Osamu has slid a plate in front of you until the steam from the rice and seasonings reaches your nose.

"Order up," he says, "Looks like I lost ya there."

You clear your throat "Sorry, I'm back, I was just thinking."

"Well, it's time to think about the food," he places his hand on his heart dramatically. "This is my livelihood y/n."

Steam rises off three freshly shaped rice balls, each one is topped simply, but you have a feeling that the fillings within are anything but. "These look so good," you relent, shifting your attention. You poke the one closest to you curiously. "Which is which?'

He smirks and sits across from you at the kitchen table. "It's a surprise, you'll have to' guess what's inside."

Your stomach growls as you reach for one, but freeze when the front door swings open. Atsumu stands in the doorway, his eyes darting between you and his Brother.

"Oh, you're back," you say, giving him your best attempt of an unembarrassed smile. Your words spur him forward, but he walks straight past you and over to his Brother. Osamu is now wearing a smug smirk on his face.

"What are you doing, Samu?" he says darkly.

"Nothing at all Tsumu, just what I was talking about the other day." He coos, continuing the staredown.

Watching the Twins have a stand-off like this is strange; you have seen them bicker amongst themselves hundreds of times, but those arguments have this warm energy to them. This one is cold, and a deep shiver rattles your spine, chilling you to the bone. They seem to be speaking to each other telepathically making your spot at the countertop seem like one in the corner.

It's awkward, and you feel that it is not your place to intrude.

You should go.

As quiet as a mouse, you slip off of your barstool. If you can leave the apartment without being caught, twins will be able to work through whatever problem they are having with each other a little faster.

But apparently, the stool you were on doesn't quite get the memo and scrapes noisily against the floor. The ungraceful sound stops the twin's silent staredown as the turn to look at you instead.

Your cheeks warm under Atsumu's gaze, and your mouth grows painfully dry. "Sorry, I'll be going now, I'll see you guys later.."

"Y/n, wait." Atsumu says, his eyes are wide as he rushes over to you.

"Tsumu? what are yo~" Those trembling hands of his take hold of you, your chin tilted upward as he clumsily places his lips on your own. You don't even think about it as you kiss him back, pouring your years of pining into the act, but instead of feeling empty, your heart overflows as the one person you have wanted for so long is yours.

Your head spins as the familiar taste of whipped cream tingles your taste buds, but you're pretty sure you're hallucinating it due to the lack of oxygen.

He's panting when he pulls away, his lips kiss swollen and pupils dilated as they stare into yours. But neither of you want to break the spell.

You need to talk about this.

You need to make sure this isn't just a one-time thing.

But your fuzzy, floaty brain can't bring itself to act, not now.

"Wow, that could've worked out any better," Osamu, who you forgot was still in the room, says clasping his hands together. The distraction was just what you needed to rewire your brain and pull away from his Twin. The grey-haired man has a look of pure victory on his face as he glances between the two of you. "I'll leave you kids to talk it out now."

"What are ya talking about, Samu?" Atsumu exclaims, his hand grabs your own as his Brother passes the two of you as if he were afraid that his twin will walk right out the door with you. "Are ya saying ya planned this whole thing?"

Osamu pauses briefly in the doorway, fingers lingering on the wood as he smiles, shooting you guys a wink. "Yep. See you later, lovebirds."

The door slams behind him, leaving you and Atsumu alone in the apartment. The space feels much bigger than it did a few minutes ago.

"Hey." your thumb brushes against his knuckles gently and you give him a smile. "Soooo, I guess this means that you like me too."

"Too?" he says, his tone laced in elated surprise as if his tongue wasn't just down your throat. "Do ya really like me then?" he asks hopefully.

"Yes," you laugh. "I've liked you for a while, actually. But I was worried that I was too obvious about it, and I made you uncomfortable."

Mind. Blown.

Atsumu seems to be having an eureka moment. His features go from confusion to contemplation to realization as he replays your previous interactions in his head. "Woah, I guess I had no clue. I was too focused on not makin a fool of myself to notice," he says at last. "But Samu saw right through us. Huh?"

"I guess he did." you chuckle; before this, you have only thought that this level of denseness only existed in bad fanfiction or made-for-television romcoms, but here you are.

"Damn, I'll have to thank him," he breathes; there is nothing but affection in his gaze as he cups your face. "But first, we gotta make up for lost time."

Tagging: @pixelcafe-network

#x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu #msby atsumu #atsumu miya #miya atsumu x reader #Atsumu Miya x reader #haikyuu atsumu #atsumu x reader

77 notes · View notes

double-features · 4 months ago

Text

CINEMA NERD - MAX COOPERMAN x READER

≽^• ˕ • ྀི≼ ------ max cooperman x gn!reader

SUMMARY : when a film nerd gets invited to the movies by their cutie patootie best friend, sparks fly. reader geeks out over the movie related stuff and max just falls more in love with them. <3

WARNINGS : none!!

GENRE : fluff fluff fluff SO MUCH fluff

───────────────୨ৎ───────────────

Thank God for Jake being the number one wingman. Without him, Max would have never even gotten close to wooing you..

That wasn't actually the case. At least, not yet. Max was only on step.. uh.. whatever, of his plan to have you fall head over heels with him. Having grown up going to all the same schools, he had always known you as 'that one person in that one class', but when you guys both hit high school, that's when it all changed.

You became hot, and he was just a boy! He couldn't help it at all. Max, the usually dorky and overly confident wannabe fighter, and you, who somehow became the prettiest person he had ever seen in just the span of a summer break, only became a duo after the handiwork of his best man.

... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ...

“You see that kid over there? Brown hair, slightly chubby, dorky shirt.. That's Max. He really likes you.”

“Pardon?”

“You should talk to him, he's a bit weird at times, but he's sweet.”

“..Okay?”

... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ...

To this day, Jake still won't tell Max what he said to make you change your mind on him. Because after that day, you and him became inseparable. Whatever Jake said, it sparked a beautiful friendship between the two of you. Friendship, nothing more.

He learned everything about you, from the smallest details to every interest you had; the way you carried yourself and were so unashamed to be open around him made him feel special. He had seen you interact with your own friends before, but seeing you so up close and personal on a daily basis made him feel like one lucky son of a gun.

In fact, you even seemed to hang out with your original group of companions and started hanging out with his little group more; him, Jake, Baja.. And now, you.

Oftentimes you two would hang out at his house; that boy was rich, and his parents were barely ever home. Today was no different, you two were just curled up on one of the sofas, watching whatever shitty MMA movie Max picked out. You couldn't complain, there was something really heartwarming about him geeking out over his dorky interests.

There was a comfortable silence between you guys, until it was broken by Max speaking over the television. “Dude, you know what would be so awesome!?”

To which, you responded with the same amount of enthusiasm as he did, “What would be awesome?!”

“If we went on a movie date... I saw a trailer for this movie the other day.. It's that one new Woody Allen movie.”

That made you immediately perk up, but not the fact that he was finally asking you out on a date after all this time; no, because of the idea. “DUDE.. You might be onto something. Woody Allen is a sick director, he's made some real gems before. In my opinion, he is wildly brilliant in his abilities to dir--”

“So.. wait, just to be clear, is that a yes?”

“A yes to what?”

“Going on a date with me?” There was his awkward aura radiating off of him in that very moment. As much as he loved you rambling, he need an answer. He seriously hoped you to realize that this was an actual romantic date, and not just some hangout between friends.

Note, he still didn't know that you knew about him being totally enamored with you. So, in his mind, him asking you out on a date would be some big revelation for you to figure out he liked you.

“Well, obviously.”

“I mean, like, an actual date.”

“I knew what you meant, Cooperman.” You giggled and playfully rolled her eyes, the noise made Max's heart skip so many beats that he didn't know how he was still alive. Your unintentional cuteness was going to be the death of him one day.

He stared. You stared back. “And you're fine with that? Because I really like you and if you aren't actually serious about this I want to kn-”

“Oh! I already knew that.”

“You did?” And just like that, his heart felt like it dropped all the way to his stomach, while his face turned a noticeable shade of red out of embarrassment. Was he really that obvious? “How?”

“Jake told me, silly goose! Before we were even friends, he approached me and was like 'hey, my friend Max really likes you, you should talk to him', so I did. And I really don't regret it.”

So That's what Jake said.

“And you like me back?”

“Obviously I wouldn't have hung out with you so much if I didn't. And, obviously I wouldn't have agreed to a date if I don't like you back. You're really dense sometimes, you know that?”

“Holy shit!”

Just then, he started planning out every aspect of the date in his head. From what he would say to the subtle moves he would make during the movie, what he would wear and what snacks he would buy.. He needed this to be perfect! “So.. Meet me at the movie theater later? Around 7? That's when the movie's showing.”

“Of course! See you then!” You hopped up from the sofa and leaned down to press a soft kiss to his cheek, one to prove how absolutely serious you were about the date. You lingered by the couch for a couple seconds to gage his reaction, and proudly sauntered away once the heat rose to the place your lips were just seconds prior.

Woah. Max would either have to thank Jake for this later, or curse him out for being so straightforward about his feelings for you. Either way, it worked out well, so it would likely be the aforementioned.

... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ...

7 PM sharp, Max was already there. Actually, he arrived almost ten minutes before, just to give himself time to mentally prepare for the date.

At first, the dorky boy was going to go all out. Suit and tie and everything.. But then he called Jake, who laughed in his face and told him that he didn't need to try so hard; that you already liked him anyways. There was no need to try and impress you when you were already enamored with him.

So instead, he went with a pair of jorts and a brand new tee he had bought just for tonight. Just a plain white one, no cheesy print on it like usual. It was just the right amount of casual, not trying too hard, still being himself, but also not completely lazy. In his hand, he had a couple of hand picked dandelions, did he know that they were just weeds? Not at all. Plus, he didn't have time or money to buy you a real bouquet. It's the thought that counts!

When you arrived, you were met with the sight of him nervously swaying on the heels of his feet, looking around in every direction to search for you. When he saw you, he was in immediate awe. You were always so effortlessly good looking that it drove him insane, “Y/N! You look.. woah.”

Max was the one who would have this totally hot babe on his shoulder, nobody else, he pulled you. That was an absurd idea. Now, all he had to do was not make a fool out of himself, ask you out on a couple more dates, and finally be able to call you his own; easy enough, right? He caught himself staring for a bit too long and snapped back into reality once that thought kicked in, in an attempt to fix his mistake, he held out the sad little bouquet of dandelions.

You took them with a goofy grin plastered to your face, the way your eyes scanned over them with a seemingly ecstatic demeanor made him feel like he did something right.

Which, to you, he was already doing this entire thing right by taking you; the biggest film nerd ever, to the movie theaters. He knew you aspired to go into film when you graduated, and he really did pick the best possible option for a location to ask you out to, whether intentional or not. “Thanks, Max!”

“Anything for you, baby.”

Good God. There were so many things he wished he could've said in that moment, but instead he landed on quite possibly the worst option of the bunch. Just as he was about to fix himself, you cut him off with a squeaky chortle. “Baby?”

“Sorry, it slipped out, I didn't mean to,”

“Dude, no worries, I kinda like it.”

There was no denying the uncharacteristic behavior from him, truly, he didn't want to make a single mistake on this date. All the cocky dorkiness was replaced with a nervousness like no other. “Hell yeah! Noted! Soo, babe.. baby.. uhh, sweet cheeks, hot stuff, angel, babydoll--”

“Pushing it, Cooperman. You can only be so much of a Casanova.”

“--right, so, wanna watch that movie now? Trailers should be starting soon.”

You gave him a goofy grin, and he felt his heart flutter. Everything you did made him gravitate to you even more, even if you didn't even realize how absolutely precious you were to him. “Sounds awesome!”

With the confirmation, Max took that as his chance to (not so) subtly reach for your hand, lacing your fingers with his own as he confidently walked the two of you lovebirds inside. He was proud to show off a smoke show like you, he didn't even know how he managed to bag someone as angelic as his cinema nerd best friend.

Hand in hand, the two entered and were met with the overwhelming aroma of buttered popcorn, along with the smiling faces of ushers. A true movie paradise, you could practically break out into some big musical number over the feeling of being back in the theater after what felt like forever. Your eyes darted all over to look at the posters, subconsciously gripping onto the palm you held onto-- Max, on the other hand, was more focused on you and gauging your reactions.

He was totally doing this again one day. He was certain this is what love felt like, God, he had it bad for you. Max led you to the ticket booth and released the warmth he held onto, as much as he didn't want to, and instead leaned over the counter and whispered as if it were some massive secret what they were seeing. While he got to business, you began to wander around and look at the upcoming movie posters.

“Hey, so, between you and me.. You see that smokin' hot babe over there? What would be the best seats in the theater that are still open? I need them to have the best movie experience.”

The tired man who looked no older than thirty unamusedly eyed up where he gestured, and was met with a very awestruck version of you. Young love. You were so out of Max's league, yet here he was, getting the perfect date for you. “Depends on what you want to see.”

“That one Woody Allen movie that just came out. Y'know? I think it's called like.. Christina.. Vicky.. Paris? Or something like that. I don't know, man! I just saw a trailer and wanted to use it as an excuse to take her on a date!!” Max didn't even realize it himself, but this was probably the most panicked he had been over an event since.. like, forever!

“Jesus, calm down. Vicky Cristina Barcelona. There's a few good seats in the middle, you can either claim row F or row G. Take your pick.”

“F. I think.” Max reached into his pocket and pulled out some spare money he had so he could just pay and get it over with, so he could get to the date; he slid over a couple hundred dollars. “Keep the change.”

“Holy-! Overkill man! It was twenty dollars!”

“Keep it dude!”

“Alright. Damn. Enjoy your movie, I guess. Maybe don't be so nervous. You'll do fine.” Advice from a (usually) underpaid movie theater worker. Funny, Max went into this believing it would all be easy. But now? Now that he was actually on a date.. with you? He couldn't help but make a fool of himself.

But then he went back over to you and saw those big eyes of yours admiring a poster, and God, that mushy feeling returned. “You ready babe?”

“Maaaax!! We should see Burn After Reading after it comes out. It had Brad Pitt in it! And it's from the same dude who made Fargo! It'll be totally worth the watch,”

“Of course we can!” His response came before he even had the chance to think about it. “But, uh, are you ready or no? I just bought the tickets. I'll buy you whatever snacks you want.”

“Awe, thanks Max. I am. Some twizzlers sound nice. Ooh! And maybe some popcorn!”

Pure admiration in his eyes, he planted a hand on the small of your back and led you two to the concessions. He couldn't have been any more in love with you..

“Whatever you want, baby.”

───────────────୨ৎ───────────────

≽^• ˕ • ྀི≼ ------ reblogs & likes are always appreciated, keeps me motivated to continue creating :)

A/N : sorry for keeping you guys waiting for so long, finally got back to writing now that i dont have a pile up of missing work. i really like max yall

#evan peters #evan peters fandom #max cooperman #max cooperman x reader #max cooperman x y/n #max cooperman fluff #evan peters fluff #fluffy fluff #young author #i love max cooperman #neurodivergent #savs saps #never back down #movie 1 max cooperman #woody allen mention #x reader

78 notes · View notes

cantstoptheimagines · 2 years ago

Text

Golden Boy (Dani Rojas | Ted Lasso)

Summary — All Dani wants is your attention.

Warnings & Other Tags ➳ Fluff; co-workers to lovers; some canon-typical cursing (mostly from Roy); feigning excuses to see one’s love; Dani being Dani (a golden retriever); Roy being a frustrated, unintentional wingman; Reader is a physical trainer for AFC Richmond.

Notes ➳ Word Count is 1,735. ➳ Reader is gender neutral (they/them). ➳ This work has a visual edit!

“He’s doing it again.”

Ted furrowed his eyebrows. His eyes sharpened beneath his dark sunglasses. Next to him, Roy and Beard had their attention focused on something other than the players on the training pitch. Nate was merely shaking his head. Ted, however, felt his face burst into a cheerful expression when he noticed what he gained their attention.

Across the pitch, Dani Rojas was very slowly going through some drills, weaving between some cones with an occasional limp as he gently kicked a ball. It would be very unlike him to be so subtle during practice, if he didn’t have his preferred audience, that is.

From the sidelines, you were watching him carefully. Your hands rested on your hips while your eyes were unwaveringly set on his left ankle. It was something he had been complaining to you about for a few days.

“That’s the third fucking time this week.”

Roy’s grumbles forced Ted out of his thoughts. He tilted his head and grinned, “Oh, c’mon, Roy! Don’t tell me you never had a crush someone? Dani’s just experiencin’ some classic symptoms of puppy love right now. I say we let this run its course.”

Ted ignored the way Roy rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. Even from the other side of the training pitch, it was easy to see how well you and Dani got along. Dani was always happy, of course, but whenever you came around, his smile had a tendency of becoming ten times brighter.

But what was good for Dani wasn’t always good for the team, much to Ted’s disappointment. Richmond’s happy-go-lucky striker had gone from Greyhound to Golden Retriever the moment he met you. And the fact that you were one of the team’s physical trainers didn’t help. You practically had Dani at your beck and call without even realizing it.

And Dani was either too shy to start a conversation without having an excuse for doing so prepared or he was genuinely turning into the biggest klutz on the team. After his ‘injuries’ began occurring on an almost daily basis, however, two things became clear.

The first being that, despite his sweet disposition and undeniable good nature, Dani Rojas was a damn good liar when he wanted to be. It had taken everyone weeks to see through his façade.

And you, who seemingly had no clue about Dani’s stunts, had officially become what was potentially the worst type of person in all of sports. The type that every locker room loathed and every coach feared. A distraction.

“Oi! Rojas!”

Ted jumped at the sound of Roy’s sudden angry shout. Despite being on the other side of the training pitch, Dani did as well. While Ted had become lost in his thoughts, Dani had stopped doing his drills altogether. Instead, he had moved to stand mere inches away from you, smiling brightly as he absentmindedly played with the hem of your shirt.

It was something you didn’t even seem to notice, but his teammates, along with Roy, certainly did.

“Get back to fucking practice!”

Ted watched as Dani bid you a quick, quiet farewell. He then scurried onto the pitch to join the rest of his team. If he had a tail, it would certainly be between his legs.

“Sorry, Coach!” he called, face flushing with embarrassment. “Let’s play, mis amigos!”

This was a small victory for Roy. He let out a satisfied grunt, watching with his hawk-like eyes as you quickly made yourself scarce. Ted, meanwhile, couldn’t help but give his fellow coach an exasperated stare. Beard tried to keep a smirk off his face while Nate simply shifted awkwardly.

“Really, Roy?” asked Ted. “Really?”

The man in question scoffed, furrowing his eyebrows with a scowl, “What? He’s back on the pitch, isn’t he? That’s where he’s meant to be! Not off chatting on the sidelines!”

Ted shook his head, quietly muttering, “Seems to me you just don’t want Dani to find true love.”

“Now wait just a fucking minute—!”

“Uh, guys,” said Beard, voice shaking, “hate to interrupt the friendly chat, but I think we’ve got a problem.”

It was then the other coaches realized what he was referring to. On the training pitch, Dani was on the grass, groaning loudly as he clutched his ankle.

“Oh, shit!” exclaimed Roy.

Each of them quickly ran onto the training pitch. Nate quickly grabbed his phone before following, ready to call for help if it ended up being an emergency.

The players had surrounded Dani, trying their best to help him. His face was twisted in pain. He curled into himself and rolled onto his side. Beard kneeled next to him, removing his sunglasses in order to get a clearer view of the situation.

“What’s going on, Rojas?” he asked. “What happened?”

“¡Ayúdame! Coach, please!” exclaimed Dani. “¡Mi tobillo! The right!”

Nate winced, “Do I need to call—?”

“Whistle! Whistle! Hold it!” shouted Roy, eyebrows sinking even deeper into his irritated expression. “I thought it was your left ankle that was fucking you up? Not the right?”

Even Dani himself paused at that. The chaos of the moment dimmed. He could see smirks growing on the faces of some of his teammates while others simply shook their heads and returned to practice.

“That’s it!” grumbled Roy, reaching down and roughly pulling Dani to his feet. “C’mon! We’re settling this shit right now!”

Ted glanced at both Beard and Nate, who each had concern written across their faces. Meanwhile, Roy was practically dragging Dani by the back of his uniform in the direction of the Richmond clubhouse. Ted grimaced at the sight, and muttered, “Why don’t you two stay here and watch the team? I’m gonna try to help ‘em sort this whole thing out.”

Before either of them could so much as blink, Ted had spun around to follow an angry Roy and a shaking Dani. His quick pace led him into the clubhouse. His footsteps echoed loudly as he did his best to catch up to the other two men.

Ted caught up just in time to witness Roy roughly opening the door to your office. It slammed against the wall so hard that Ted wouldn’t be surprised if there was a hole left behind.

You nearly wet yourself at the sudden scare. Your heart pounded within your chest. Adrenaline, along with complete and total confusion, flooded through your body as Roy forced Dani to stand in front of your desk. You hardly even noticed Ted watching the scene from the doorway, anxiously biting his nails.

“You’ve become a fucking problem,” glared Roy.

The disgusted expression that crossed your face nearly made Ted sick. Your lips curled and your eyes narrowed, “And you haven’t? You nearly ripped my door off, dickface!”

Roy paused, seemingly taking in your words as he stared at you. Finally, he grunted, “Look, we just need you to fix him.”

Your eyes followed in the direction he suddenly began pointing. When your gaze met Dani’s brown eyes, Ted and Roy noticed the way your glare softened.

“Dani, I told you this already,” you chuckled, shaking your head. “I think your ankle’s fine. Just wrap it up and elevate it tonight with some ice, you’ll be good for the game—”

“He’s not injured,” interrupted Roy. “The team’s ‘golden boy’ here is a liar—”

“Okay!” exclaimed Ted. The look of displeasure once again blooming within your eyes gave him a reason to finally leap into the conversation. “Now, I don’t think Roy meant that in the way it sounded.”

Your shoulders seemed to lose their tension as he spoke. Instead of glaring at Roy, you gave your full attention to Ted. But honestly, Ted wasn’t sure if that was better or worse in their situation.

“We just think Dani’s got somethin’ to tell you about that ankle of his,” he continued, and then he gestured to the footballer in question. “Ain’t that right, Mr. Rojas?”

Dani, who had been admiring you from his place in front of your desk, froze when the three of you looked at him expectantly. He twiddled his thumbs at the sudden attention, “It is true. I have been lying to you, my friend, but I meant no harm by it. My reasons were innocent! ¡Prometo!”

Dani admired the confused expression that overwhelmed your features. You always looked so wonderful to him, no matter the emotion. He only hoped you wouldn’t be upset with him.

With an encouraging nod from Ted, he continued, “My ankle was never injured. I have been lying in order to, well... I only wanted to spend time with you. But my actions seem to have only brought frustration to my teammates. I am sorry.”

You tilted your head with a small smile when his voice trailed off. Leaning back in your chair, you chuckled, “Dani, you’re so sweet... but I already knew you were faking.”

“You did?!”

You blinked in surprise at the sound of all three men shouting in unison. They stared back at you in shock, though Roy in particular seemed to be feeling some irritation as well. You tried not to grin as Ted ripped off his sunglasses, eyes wide with disbelief. And the way Dani tightly gripped the edge of your desk, leaning forward with a dropped jaw, was also quite amusing.

“Uh, yeah! You footballers aren’t exactly what I would call subtle when it comes to flirting,” you shrugged, shaking your head at them. “Plus, Colin told me about it weeks ago when he came in for me to look at his shoulder. I’ve basically just been waiting for you to gather up enough courage to ask me out, but it seems like I’m gonna have to take the first step. So, Dani, why don’t you pick me up at seven?”

Ted had never seen someone look so happy. Dani smiled so excitedly, Ted thought he might put the sun out of business.

“Yes, yes!” exclaimed Dani, back to his usual enthusiastic attitude. “A million times yes! I will see you tonight! Oh, I cannot wait to tell mis amigos! Let’s go, coaches!”

He whooped and cheered loudly as he quickly left your office. Ted and Roy watched him leave. While Ted sported a wide, happy grin, Roy looked on in bewilderment. After a moment, however, he turned to you with yet another glare.

“You couldn’t have fucking done that sooner?!”

#2023 #ted lasso #ted lasso imagine #ted lasso imagines #ted lasso x reader #dani rojas imagine #dani rojas imagines #dani rojas x reader #golden boy

747 notes · View notes