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GLORY BE TO THE MIKKSY SIGNED JERSEY RAAAAAAAAA

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as promised, the besties in the same post!

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❥ OHMAMI | hajime iwaizumi

warnings: timeskip! iwaizumi, fem! reader, car sex, semi-public sex, unprotected sex, hickeys, degradation, manhandling, slight fingering, finger-sucking, riding, oikawa is mentioned a lot tbh, protective and possessive iwa

MDNI | 18+ content

word count -> 4.9k

a/n: okay i started this in early june and now im finishing it so im sorry if it doesnt make sense aaaa

❥ song: OHMAMI - chase atlantic

Iwaizumi was never the one people thought of when asked who their favorite member of the Aoba Johsai team was. He grew to accept it over time, albeit with spite and anger. Everyone was always wrapped up in what Oikawa was doing, wondering who would be his next girlfriend of the week. It was gross how Oikawa hogged all the girls; how could he be so selfish? Fucking jackass. 

Naturally, it was a relief when he graduated. Sure, Aoba Johsai never went to nationals (and yes, it very much stung), but the memories were important, right? Hitting perfect spike after spike, smacking Oikawa around, hearing that glorious school cheer, Iwaizumi had to admit he would miss it. Not the part where Oikawa kept all the girls to himself. 

Graduation came and went, and so did university. It was a breeze. Sports medicine was not a challenging major; he was just really good at the subject. Another graduation came, and Iwaizumi could only think about you and that pretty, perfect face. You were his closest friend in high school, and sadly, you drifted apart during university. You were studying Japanese literature or something, he didn’t remember. It’s not his fault; he was just too busy getting girls for the first time in a while. Totally not his fault…right?

Iwaizumi wasn’t doing himself any fucking favors, he thought about you too much for his own good. Whether Aoba Johsai lost or how insufferable Oikawa was, you were always there for him. You let him lean against your shoulder and complain about his day, his disheveled and messy uniform giving him an even more thuggish appearance. The way your soft, almost angelic hands massaged his scalp, assuring him that he would be okay.  Oh, how he longed for your fingers in his spiky hair again. He had forgotten your scent, your sweet floral scent. Was it roses or lavender? Maybe lilac? Although all the girls in high school wore the same body sprays, yours was different. Was it because you were never scared of him to begin with? Fuck, he missed you.

He sat on the bench in the empty locker room of the gym he worked at, a hot towel draped around broad shoulders as he began to lose himself in his fond high school memories. Images danced around in his mind of your sweet face smiling at him for the first time, the words “Don’t worry, I’ll help you study for the English test!” leaving your soft lips. At least, Iwaizumi thought they were soft. No, he knew they were soft. God, you were so kind to him. You even ignored Oikawa’s advances towards you, which made him blush and gain so much respect for you in an instant. “Man, I’d really like to punch that guy in his dumb face.” you snickered, covering your bright smile. Iwaizumi swore he could marry you right then and there.

From that moment on, he was your closest friend. You went to all his practices and games, cheering for him when no one else would. “Nice kill, Iwa!” you would shout from the bleachers, proudly wearing a spare version of his jersey. His jersey. If Iwaizumi had no supporters, you were dead. The two of you were inseparable until university rolled around, and Iwaziumi became stupidly popular with the ladies. And sure, college girls were pretty and incredibly loose, but they weren’t you. No one was you, and he missed you every day.

Iwaizumi grunted as he stood up, tossing the towel into a basket. He stepped out of the locker room with his hands in his pockets, whistling a song from his cardio playlist. It was around ten at night, and his gym was one of the few open so late, so there wasn’t anyone there except the front receptionist girl who flirted with every guy who walked in. Truly, he couldn’t ask for better entertainment. 

“Yo,” Iwaizumi leaned across the desk, stealing an electrolyte drink from the employee minifridge. There’s no one here; you should just go home. It’s getting late.” The cool drink touched his lips, the cherry flavoring subtle. “If the boss gives you any crap, you can blame me. I don’t mind.”

The receptionist eagerly stood up and practically ran out the door, throwing her time card at him. “Clock me out!” she shouted halfway out the automatic door. Iwaizumi sighed and shoved the time card in his sweats. She really was a ditz, but at least she got people to sign up for VIP memberships. 

He clocked her out and went to his favorite spot in the gym where he usually deadlifts. Unfortunately, there was no one to spot him. Iwaizumi was a jock, but he certainly wasn’t dumb. There was no way he was dying because he got crushed by a fucking barbell. There is no chance in hell. 

His rough and calloused hands decided just to lift weights instead. That was simpler, more safe. He flipped on his headphones and selected a tune from his more…sensual playlist. It's a sensual indie R&B song that could make anyone feel like a sex god. Why was that song on his playlist? He couldn’t tell you. Once again, Iwaizumi became lost in his thoughts as he lifted the weights up and down with such ease. He worked out for health benefits, but just something about staring at his physique in the mirror made it all worth it. Damn, did he look fine as hell. He was ashamed of how long it took him to realize that he was stupidly attractive, and it took a lot of skill not to develop a massive ego around his looks. 

The automatic doors slid open, the dinging sound drowned out by his noise-canceling headphones. His green eyes locked on the floor mat below him, concentrating on passing the time by any means necessary. He paused briefly when he saw two tiny white sneakers enter his field of vision, standing considerably close to his muscular form. “Sorry about that,” he mumbled, placing the weights on the ground. “Music’s loud, y’know?” His eyes trailed upwards until they finally met your gaze, his pupils shrinking in shock. His hands gripped his headphones, softly filling the room with sensual music. “Holy shit.” Iwaizumi’s mouth was agape. He looked like a fool. “Uh, hi.”

“Hi, Iwa.” you smiled brightly, taking his headphones from his rough hands and placing them around his thick neck. “It’s been a while, hasn’t it? Three years, I think.” Fuck, he forgot how much smaller your hands were to his own. It’s so cute.

“Three years since university, yeah,” Iwaizumi mumbled, wiping the glistening sweat away from his forehead. “I can’t believe it’s been that long. You don’t look any different. Not that it’s a bad thing!” he stumbled on his words, silently cringing at his immature actions. He never got this flustered. He hasn’t been in a while. Less than a minute talking to you, and he was a stammering mess. This wasn’t like him at all. His tough persona might as well be tossed out the window. 

You offered him another sweet smile and rubbed his shoulder, the sweat not bothering you in the slightest. “Change is a good thing, y’know,” your words were gentle and comforting, oozing with wisdom beyond your years. Another thing Iwaizumi thought was perfect about you was that you always knew the right thing to say. “You’ve changed too. You’re way more buff than the last time we saw each other!”

“Damn right,” he smirked, subtly flexing his biceps. Were you looking? He hoped so. “I’m a personal trainer, so I gotta stay in shape. Plus, I train Oikawa, so whenever I’m pissed off, I just do a couple sets.”

“You still hang out with Oikawa? I thought you hated him.” you raised an eyebrow, placing a hand on your hips quizically. 

“I’m getting paid to tell him what workouts he should do. Can’t complain about that money,” Iwaizumi rubbed the back of his head, fluffing out his spiky hair. “Besides, I’m allowed to kick his ass whenever I want. That asshole deserves it. He somehow got even more cocky after he got back from Argentina.”

You rolled your eyes and found a nearby workout bench, crossing your legs over each other. “I didn’t think Loserkawa could become even more full of himself. You’d think being in a foreign country would humble him slightly.”

“Right?” a deep chuckle escaped his chapped lips as Iwaizumi sat beside you, minding the distance. He bit down on his lower lip slightly, just for a moment. Would you mind if he sat closer to you, like in high school? “He even started speaking Spanish, but he’s not allowed to do that around me.”

“Because you’ll throw a dumbbell at him?”

“Because I’ll throw a dumbbell at him.”

You giggled and scooted closer to Iwaizumi, the scent of sweat mixed with his cologne filling your nostrils. He smelled more mature than in high school, but that’s a given. “I see you’re still the same ol’ spikey-haired guy.” you ruffled his hair, knowing that you were the only one who could do that without getting a beatdown. 

Iwaizumi blushed, averting his eyes from your gaze. Fuck, he really missed your touch. “So, uh, what brings you to the gym? Were you looking for a membership or something?” 

You shook your head, casually wrapping your arm around his shoulder. Were you trying to kill him? “Nah. If I’m being honest, I saw you in one of the windows while I was out for an evening walk. It’s been a while, so I wanted to say hi.” You momentarily looked down at your shoes, a faint blush gracing your cheeks. “Besides, I missed you.”

“You walked here by yourself? At night? Are you crazy?” Iwaizumi shouted, grasping your shirt to pull you closer. “It’s not safe at night. You didn’t have anyone to protect you! Do you know how stupid that sounds?” his nostrils flared, a mixture of anxiety and rage overcoming him. “What if something happened?”

You gasped, your brow furrowing. “Well, excuse me! I didn’t know I needed permission from someone I haven’t spoken to in three years to take a fucking walk!” you ripped his hand away from your shirt. 

Iwaizumi groaned, hanging his head. “You’re right, I’m sorry. It’s just…” he took a deep breath. “It’s not safe for someone like you at night, and I’d never be able to forgive myself if something happened to you because you wanted to see me.” 

You rolled your eyes and pulled his chin up, staring into his oceans of green. “Just because you’re worried about someone doesn’t give you an excuse to be an asshole about it,” you smiled in assurance. “Next time, I’ll bring something to defend myself. Okay?”

Iwaizumi smirked. “You’re the only person allowed to call me an asshole, y’know that? If you were anybody else, I’d beat your skull in.

“Then I’m lucky that I happen to still be Hajime Iwaizumi’s favorite person after all these years,” you bit down on your lower lip. “Unless…you have a girlfriend. Then she’s probably your favorite person.”

“No girlfriend, I don’t have the time,” he shook his head, moving himself closer. “I had a girlfriend before, but then-”

“Oikawa took her from you?” you cut him off.

“Fucking Oikawa took her from me. He dated her for two weeks, then dumped her for someone he met at a bar. Can you believe that?” he clenched his fist.

“Unfortunately, I can,” you gave an exasperated sigh. “I guess Oikawa will always be Oikawa.”

“God help us,” Iwaizumi chuckled. “Hey, I gotta lock up the gym. Can you wait outside, and then I can drive you home?”

You raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure? I don’t wanna be a bother.”

“Why would you be a bother? I’m just keepin' you safe, dummy.” Iwaizumi assured you, getting up and brushing off his pants. “Wait here. I’ll come to get you. I don’t want you standing outside. There’s a lot creeps around here who want nothing more than to get close to a pretty girl like you.” he turned around, not realizing that he had just complimented you. You were left with a brighter blush on your face, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. Did Iwaizumi think you were pretty after all this time?

Eventually, he finished what he needed to do to close up the gym: he wiped down all the machines and ensured everything was organized for the morning shift. He grabbed you by the wrist and practically dragged you out of the gym, having an unusually tight grip.

“Dude, what are you doing? I know how to walk,” you tugged your wrist away from his hand, rubbing it. “You’re acting weird. Did something happen when you were cleaning up? “I just don’t want you to stray too far, that’s all. Keep close to me, or else I might end up killing somebody.” he shoved his hands in the pockets of his sweats, making his way to the car. He was weirdly protective over you, but it only bothered you slightly. 

Having your big, strong best friend wanting nothing more than to keep you safe in a parking lot was…well, it was sexy. Iwaizumi was sexy, and he knew it. You wondered if he knew that you thought so, too. How, when you were in high school, you would daydream about him pinning you against the wall and kissing you until you couldn’t breathe. How your mind would wander in college, staring at him from across the dining hall, watching as he unconsciously flexed his biceps in such a way that made you swoon every single time.

With his hand wrapped protectively over your shoulder, he clicked the keyfob and unlocked his car. It was a larger vehicle, boasting proud rims on the tires. “You can get in the passenger seat. I have snacks in the glove compartment if you’re hungry.”

“Since when do you have snacks in the car?” you sat in the passenger seat, buckling up. “That doesn’t seem very healthy, Mr. Personal Trainer.” you giggled, making air quotes. 

He playfully rolled his eyes, getting into the driver's seat. “I have to drive long distances for work sometimes. So, to keep me sane, I keep little snacks in my glove compartment. Granola and crap like that. Protein bars.” 

“Oh, so snacks that aren’t actually snacks?” you winked. 

“Shut up,” he clicked his seatbelt in, revving the car. “Do you wanna choose what we listen to or not? Also, type your address into the GPS while at it.”

“Or I could look through your messages.”

Iwaizumi shot you a glare. “Don’t even joke about that.”

You giggled, typed in your address, and then opened Spotify. “You have a lot of playlists. Why?”

He shrugged his shoulders, flexing the muscles. Fuck, he was so fucking sexy. “I dunno, I guess I just have one for every occasion. When you’re working with Oikawa, music typically helps,” he smirked, raising an eyebrow. “You can pick from any song on any playlist.”

“Then I choose this one,” you selected OHMAMI, handing him back his phone. “It’s from your playlist that has a heart emoji as the title. What’s that for?”

Iwaizumi felt his face become overrun with a blazing blush. His hands gripped the steering wheel as he pulled out of his parking spot, turning the car towards the exit. “Oh, uh, it’s nothing. Don’t worry about it.”

“But I wanna know!” you whined, crossing your arms over your chest. “C’mon, we just caught up a second ago, but you never kept any secrets from me.”

He sighed and bit down on his bottom lip. “Fuck, okay. Fine,” he took a deep breath. “It’s…this song is from my sex playlist. Specifically from college.”

Your pupils blew up, your hand immediately flying to your mouth to stifle a chuckle. “You have a sex playlist? And this is a song on it?”

“That’s what I just fucking said, didn’t I?” his face was red and anger and embarrassment. “See, this is why I didn’t want to tell you!”

“Iwa,” you tapped his thigh. “Sorry for laughing. It’s just that sex playlists are usually romantic and, no offense, but you never seemed like a romantic kind of guy.” 

He furrowed his brow. “I can be romantic, �� he made a sharp left turn. “I just haven’t had a reason to in a while, that’s all.”

“Aw, I’m sorry, man,” you pouted. “I’m sure someone will come along that can make you want to use this playlist again.” you smiled at him, flashing your teeth.

“Yeah, hopefully,” Iwaizumi sighed, stealing a glance at you. You were perfect, absolutely perfect. He was mentally kicking himself for not making a move. But then again, there was a sexy song playing, so the mood was set. Maybe you wouldn’t mind if his hand squeezed your thigh, dancing lower and lower. Maybe you wouldn’t mind at all. 

He continued to drive, the music from the stereo being the only thing to prevent the car from being silent. His mind wandered places: obscene, filthy places. He wondered what noises you would make if he ate your pussy out in the passenger seat. Would you taste as sweet as he imagined? Iwaizumi just knew your pussy was tight, how it would flutter around his cock as he bounced you up and down on it in the backseat, your hand flat against the roof of his car with the music blaring. He was so deep in thought that he neglected to realize the tent growing in his sweats. But you noticed.

Your eyes darted back and forth to his hard-on, squeezing your legs together at the sight. You suspected he was hiding a monster down there, and now you were sure of it. Surprisingly, Iwaizumi never got hard around you before today, at least not to your knowledge. It was like it was calling you to, desperate for your hands to slide up and down.

“Uh, Iwa?” you groaned, crossing your legs over each other. 

“Hm?” he didn’t take his eyes off the road.

“You have like…a huge boner right now.” you blushed furiously, cringing to yourself. Could you have chosen a more awkward set of words?

Iwaizumi choked on his breath, swerving the car slightly. He glanced down at his sweats, and lo and behold, he was hard. “O-Oh, fuck. Shit, that wasn’t supposed to happen.” he groaned, clenching onto the steering wheel once more.

You squirmed in your seat. “Hey man, don’t worry about it. You can’t control when you get hard, right? S’not a problem.”

He thought for a moment, mumbling under his breath. He canceled the navigation and pulled the car into a parking lot by an abandoned gas station frequented by local teenagers. Luckily, there was no one there right now. “I can’t,” he breathed in, refusing to meet your gaze. “I can’t control it when I’m around you,” he parked the car. “You drive me so fucking crazy.”

You squeezed onto the leather seats, your face still blazing red. “You’re telling me that I made your dick hard?” 

“Yeah, that’s what I just fucking said.” he groaned, unclicking his seatbelt. His eyes finally met yours, full of want. “You made me hard, princess.”

Princess. The nickname rang in your ears. Fuck, it was like hot honey rolling off his chapped lips. “Iwa…” you breathed out, gasping as he tugged on the collar of your shirt, pulling you closer to him. The center console was the only thing that separated you two. 

“Princess,” he whispered. “I’ve wanted you for so fucking long. Ever since you said, you wanted to punch Shittykawa in the face.”

“Really?”

“Really.” his eyes landed on your lips, beautiful and begging to be kissed. “I’ve wanted you for so fucking long. Please,” his hot breath grazed your cheek. “Please tell me that you want me to. But I’m warning you right now,” he kissed your burning skin. “Once you tell me you do, I won’t hold myself back anymore.”

A sensation began to bubble inside your belly, his words causing your core to throb with want. You parted your lips, wetting them with your tongue. “Iwa,” your voice was barely a whisper. “Please, I want you.”

Iwaizumi let go of your shirt, his eyes flaring with passion and lust. “Get in the backseat, now.” he growled, climbing over the center console. You eagerly followed him, finding a spot on his lap. His hands secured themselves on the fat of your hips, making sure you didn’t go anywhere. It's not like you wanted to, anyway. 

“I’ve been waiting for this for so fucking long, princess,” he groaned before slamming his lips against yours in a frenzy. His lips assaulted yours, greedy and shameless. Your mind became TV static, your lips dancing with his as if it was a reflex, as if you had done this a million times before. You moaned into the kiss as he groped you without a care, his hands slipping under the hem of your gym shorts. You gasped as his warm hands wandered, exploring you as if he was attempting to map out your perfect curves.

His hand was scolding hot as it ventured to finger the elastic, ripping the cheap fabric. He swallowed your surprised gasp, smirking into the kiss. “Fuckin’ cheap fabric,” he growled, his hand massaging up and down your panties. “I’ll buy you a new pair, don’t worry, your pretty lil’ head about it.” 

Iwaizumi broke the kiss, resting his head in the crook of your neck while his fingers continued their gentle dance across your clothed, dripping cunt. The digits ran up and down the soaked material, causing him to shudder. “Fuck, you’re this wet from just a kiss?” he groaned against your neck, the sharpness of his canines grazing the sensitive skin. He could have sworn he could hear your heartbeat coming from the veins. Your pulse was thundering, it was fucking addictive. His lips ventured up and down your delicate neck, leaving wanting, open-mouthed kisses in the spots that made you squirm so beautifully on your lap. His teeth nibbled down on your sweet spot, causing your hips to buck into his hard-on.

“Needy fucking girl,” his voice rumbled, fingers dipping into your panties to toy with your sobbing slit. You whimpered, resting your forehead onto his own as the calloused pads of his thick fingers teased your clit. “Fuck, you’re soaked. D’ya even need me to finger this pussy, or are you such a fucking slut that you’re this wet all the time?” his hands cracked against your ass. “Hm? Talk to me, princess.”

“Only you!” you yelped. Iwaizumi chuckled darkly, lifting his head from your neck to greet you with a blown-out stare. His eyes told you everything you needed to know; they told you that he wanted to fucking ruin you on his cock like he’s been wanting to all these years.

“That’s what I like to fucking hear,” he slapped your ass again, making you gasp and jolt. His lips quickly met yours once more as his finger bullied its way inside your cunt, curling inside without mercy or forgiveness. “Shit, you’re squeezing around my finger. Do you really need to get fucked that fucking bad, hm? Is my girl a little slut?”

“M’not a slut!” you sobbed, tossing your head back. Your hands gripped his muscular shoulders with white-hot-knuckle strength, making Iwaizumi hiss in pain. Not that he was complaining. He fucking loved it.

“Fuck, I can’t take this anymore,” he pulled his finger out of your weeping cunt, licking off your slick. “Ya taste so fucking good, shit,” he groaned, sliding off his sweatpants and boxers so that his cock could spring free. You moaned at the sight, taking in his magnificent length. He was small by no means necessary, boasting a lengthy and girthy cock with an angry red tip that was leaking precum. “Turn around and hover above it.”

You did as he instructed, pushing your ruined panties to the side so your pulsating core was just above his angry cock. His hands snaked around the small of your waist, pulling your flush up against his chest. “You’re gonna be a good fucking slut and let me fuck you on this cock, yeah? If I think you’re being too quiet for even a second,” his voice dropped to a deadly whisper. “I’m gonna fuck you stupid.”

“Iwa,” your words died on your tongue as his fingers were abruptly shoved into your mouth, making you gag.

“Don’t fucking call me Iwa,” he demanded, his cock teasing your entrance. “It’s Hajime now. Don’t be a dumbass and forget it when I’m breaking you on this cock. Am I clear, pretty girl?”

You nodded, tears swelling in your eyes. His fingers slid out of your mouth and back onto your hips, squeezing the fat. “Be a good little slut and take this cock,” he growled, biting down harshly onto your neck before slamming you onto his cock without mercy, refusing to give your tight pussy anytime to adjust. 

“Oh god, yes,” Iwaizumi moaned against your neck, bouncing you expertly on his length. His eyes were hooded with lust and desire as he looked over your shoulder. The sight of your pussy swallowing his cock was magnificent. Especially how you struggled to take his length, you poor thing. Maybe he’ll be nicer to you next time. “Do you see yourself, princess? That pretty pussy is swallowing me whole. Good fucking girl.”

You writhed and squirmed on his lap, helpless as Iwaizumi used you like a toy. His hands reached around to pull down your top, exposing your bralette to the hot atmosphere. He pulled your bra down as well, shamelessly pinching and squeezing your pillowy mounds as his cock drove itself inside you with reckless abandon. 

“Y’been hiding these perfect tits from me too? Naughty fucking girl,” his hand dropped your breast and smacked your clit, earning a shriek from your bruised lips. “Can’t believe I waited this fucking long to grope these tits, fuck. I wonder what else you’re hiding, hm?” his hips never relented, continuing their rushed and desperate pace in harsh and fast strokes. 

“You look like such a slut right now. God, I wish I could see that pretty face,” he purred against the shell of your ear, licking the cartilage. His praise was so fucking addictive, making you shamelessly clench on his cock. “Oh, y’like when I call you pretty? Get fucking used to it.”

“I’m gonna make you ruin yourself on me,” his voice rasped, the tip of his cock twitching inside of you. “You’re gonna cum all over this fucking cock, and then I’ll cum inside, yeah? No one’s ever gonna fuck this pretty cunt again unless I say so. Until your Hajime says so, okay, princess?” he smacked your clit again, gathering your slick on his fingers. “Who’s the only one that can fuck this pretty pussy?”

“You! It’s yours, Hajime!” you sobbed, the rest of your meaningless rambling dying on your lips as he shoved his fingers inside your mouth once more. Your tongue wrapped around the digits, tasting your delicious slick. Your pussy fluttered around his cock, trying to pull him impossibly deeper inside of you. You were so fucking greedy.

Iwaizumi snarled against your neck, fucking you even harder. His hips continued to snap as he drove himself deeper and deeper inside, the sensation of your pussy doing its best to milk him being all that he needed. “You’re gonna fucking cum, yeah? That’s it, princes, make a fucking mess on me. Get your Hajime all sticky with your cum like a good fucking girl.”

With Iwaizumi’s encouragement, you finally let go. You came with a wanton sob, the bubbles in your belly boiling over to send you crashing over the edge and into oblivion. You could have sworn you saw white. Iwaizumi fucked you through it, whispering sweet nothings as your release coated his cock. 

“Oh, shit,” he groaned into your neck, biting down once more on the bruised skin as his cock twitched one final time, his release spilling inside to fill your cunt up so nicely. “Good fucking girl, take it all.” his hands fell to his hips, slumping against the leather seat.

“Hajime,” you groaned, reluctantly pulling yourself off his cock. His cum ran down your ruined thighs, mixing with your slick. “You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for you to do that.” you offered him a weak smile, staring at your ripped and forgotten-about jean shorts. “Dammit, you ripped them! These were my favorite pair. And now I don’t have any pants!” you scolded him, hitting him over the head with the fabric. “We’re in a parking lot, and I have no damn pants!”

“Relax,” he sighed, pulling up his pants and boxers. “Did you forget I was driving you home? Besides,” he pecked your lips. “I’m coming over, and we’re gonna cuddle and shit. Whatever you want.” he blushed, not meeting your gaze. He was still scared of you seeing him blush even after you were so intimate.

“Whatever I want?” you teased. “You’re cute when you get all flustered, Hajime.”

“Shut the fuck up.”

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Here We Go

Pairing: Dad!Kylian Mbappe x Mom!Leclerc!Reader

Warnings: Cursing, real Madrid, Fabrizio Romano sneak diss

Authors Note: Technically a part 2 to baby baby but could also be read on its own

Requested: Yes/No

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lorenzotl oh no

y/nmbappe dw, alex is there too

alexandrasaintmleux baby mbappe is lovely 🥹🫶

charles_leclerc baby leclerc*

user22 😭😭😭

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y/nmbappe

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y/nnbappe happy euros 🐢🤕

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user23 VIVA LA FRANCE 🇫🇷

user24 poor kylian 😭

user25 the turtle in the caption????

kylianmbappe zizou??? 🤨

y/nmbappe you don't like zizou???

kylianmbappe you know I do, but you should be wearing out last name 😅

y/nmbappe i forgot the nmbappe one at home 🫶

kylianmbappe just wear one of mine 😗

y/nmbappe lol, ill wear urs tomorrow Ky 🤍

user26 lmao the zizou jersey

user27 kylian couldn't wear the France mask???

user28 thank god 🙏 that one was lowk ugly

charles_leclerc hows the face @|kylianmbappe

kylianmbappe still broken, thanks man

charles_leclerc 🫡

user29 my favourite brother-in-laws

lorenzotl at another international tournament without me 🤨

y/nmbappe get a job

user30 I love that kit

arthur_leclerc yay france 🇫🇷

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user31 awww the youngest leclerc are accepting the French nationality again 🫶

user32 did y'all see kylian with baby mbappe after the game?? 🥹

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y/nmbappe

liked by kylianmbappe lorenzotl and 4,888,997 others

y/nmbappe happy Father’s Day to the love of my life and the best husband and father anyone could ever ask for 🤍

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user33 AWWWWWW

user34 🥹🥹🥹

user35 BABY MBAPPE IS BACK ON THE FEED 🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶

user36 wait this is so lovely 🥰

user37 how old is baby mbappe now???

user38 he's like 5 or 6 no one knows his exact birthday 🤷‍♀️

user39 they grow up so fast 😭

user40 🥰

charles_leclerc ill be nice to him just for today

kylianmbappe thanks man 🫡

charles_leclerc only because you're raising my nephew

y/nmbappe charles stop bullying my husband

charles_leclerc I'm not bullying him. If I was bullying him I wouldve used a turtle emoji by now

user41 happy fathers day!!!!

user42 my favourite football family

arthur_leclerc happy for you, sœur 🫶

y/nmbappe thank you Arthur, I appreciate the maturity

charles_leclerc this feels targeted

lorenzotl if the shoe fits bro

user43 🤍🤍🤍

kylianmbappe je t'aime mon coeur 🤍 im so grateful for you and our family 🤍🤍🤍

y/nmbappe ky 🥹🤍🤍

user44 awww this is so sweet I'm gonna melt 😭

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y/nmbappe

📍Circuit de Barcelona Catalunya

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y/nmbappe then and now 🤍

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user45 OH MY GOD LOOK AT YOUNG CHARLES 😭😭😭

user46 he looks like a child 😭

user47 kylian looks pretty much the same meanwhile Charles is not that person at all anymore 😅

user48 if I was Charles I would not let someone repost those pictures 😔

charles_leclerc DELETE THIS

charles_leclerc REMOVE THIS NOW PLEASE

charles_leclerc I NEED THIS SCRUBBED FROM THE INTERNET

charles_leclerc IM NOT THAT PERSON ANYMORE DELETE DELETE DELETE

charles_leclerc YOURE GONNA RUIN MY IMAGE

user49 Charles 😭😭

kylianmbappe oh wow

y/nmbappe yeah, dont worry baby, you look great

charles_leclerc PICK UP THE PHONE AND DELETE THIS

user50 leclerc/mbappe meet-up 🫶

user51 ik carlos is freaking out somewhere about being so close to kylian

alexandrasaintmleux can you send me that first picture pls love 🫶

charles_leclerc DO NOT SEND HER THAT

y/nmbappe i sent it 🫶

charles_leclerc GOD DAMN IT Y/N

user52 lmao kylian looks so bored next to Fred

user53 oh my god Charles is losing his mind

charles_leclerc this is why baby leclerc likes me better than you

y/nmbappe if you keep yelling at me i am going to put that child in full red bull gear

charles_leclerc 🖕

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y/nmbappe

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y/nmbappe karting with uncle Maxie 🤍

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user54 oh… oh no

user55 Charles is gonna kill someone

user56 hey, baby mbappe looks sick though

lorenzotl hahahahaha

user57 I'm glad someone in that family finds this funny 😭

user58 I'm so scared

charles_leclerc ...😑

charles_leclerc you're kidding me

charles_leclerc I am going to kill max

charles_leclerc why would you do this to me

charles_leclerc I can't believe you'd do this

y/nmbappe this is not that surprising pls be fr

user59 😭

kylianmbappe I don't care what team he wears 🤷🏾‍♂️ did baby mbappe have fun?

y/nmbappe lmao, yeah he did. He loves Max sooo 🤷‍♀️

kylianmbappe 🤷🏾‍♂️

user60 I fear for Max’s car next race

maxverstappen1 I’m glad he had fun 😅😅😅

charles_leclerc drive safe next race “uncle Maxie” 😒

maxverstappen1 oh okay, love u 2 man 🫶

charles_leclerc 😒😒😒

user61 😭 free my man max

arthur_leclerc not that I’m thrilled about the Red Bull suit but I do feel like Charles deserves this in some way

charles_leclerc I hate all of you so much

user62 pfttt they’re so funny 😭😭😭

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y/nmbappe

📍Monte Carlo, Monaco

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y/nmbappe does anyone know who this man is??? He crashed our family dinner 🤦‍♀️

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user63 CARLOSSSSSSSS

user64 VAMOSSSSSS

user65 my love 😍🫶

user66 lmao the Madrid jersey, this man has a quest he’s trying to fulfill

user67 and when kylian goes to Madrid, yall will be thanking Carlos. Mark my words.

arthur_leclerc idk who he is but can you tell him to help me with bringing the plates out

y/nmbappe I sent him inside 🫡

user68 I would love to know kylians reaction to the jersey

charles_leclerc I would like everyone to know that before he got here, this was just leclercs and their partners

lorenzotl and then, in rolls a large Spanish man

y/nmbappe he brought wine, leave him alone

carlossainz you only like me because I brought alcohol??? 🤨

y/nmbappe ofc not carlito, we all 🫶 you

carlossainz good, because I love your husband

user69 lmfao Carlos is just here for the madridistas

user70 I bet their dinners are fun asf

carlossainz HALA MADRID!!! 🤍🤍🤍

y/nmbappe yeah, yeah, thank you Carlos

y/nmbappe maman needs your help with dinner

lorenzotl no she doesn't 🧐

y/nmbappe shut up lorenzo

user71 ahh I love them 🥰

kylianmbappe I'm not sure I'm allowed to publicly interact with Carlos unless he takes the jersey off

carlossainz come to Madrid hermano 🇪🇸

y/nmbappe hes not allowed to reply to that comment, carlos 😐

carlossainz 😢

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y/nmbappe

📍 Santiago Bernabéu Stadium, Madrid, Spain

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y/nmbappe Hala Madrid 🤍

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user72 I can feel Carlos’ excitement through the screen

user73 wow I'm so glad that this transfer was revealed by the club yesterday!

user74 yeah! Isn't it so cool that none of the big journalists revealed this beforehand??! 🤩

user75 KYLIANNNNNNN 🇪🇸🇫🇷🇪🇸🇫🇷

kylianmbappe 🤍

y/nmbappe 🤍

user76 YAYYYY

charles_leclerc wait, come back to France, I'm gonna miss you and baby leclerc

carlossainz SHUT UP, ITS MY TURN NOW!!! VIVA LA ESPAÑA

charles_leclerc this is why Lewis is taking your seat

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charles_leclerc I'm in pr jail 😔

carlossainz as you should be 🤨

user77 wait I'm gonna miss y/n being a psg wag

user78 but now she's a Madrid wag 🤩

judebellingham welcome! 🙌 🤍

y/nmbappe thanks Jude 🫶

user79 JUDE & BABY MBAPPE??? JUDE UNCLE CONTENT??!

user80 gonna need bestie camavinga back tysm

arthur_leclerc glad to see baby leclerc repping the kit I bought him 😗

y/nmbappe 😐 thank you, Arthur

arthur_leclerc some enthusiasm would be appreciated

y/nmbappe no

arthur_leclerc fair enough

lorenzotl as long as you come back to Monaco sometimes I'll be okay

y/nmbappe even if I don't, I'm sure you’ll all continue to spam comments on my Instagram posts even if I refuse to reply

lorenzotl we dont do that

y/nmbappe 🤨 @/arthur_leclerc @/charles_leclerc

arthur_leclerc …shes definitely right

charles_leclerc yeah that seems pretty accurate

charles_leclerc I love you guys… even if you are abandoning me

y/nmbappe we love you too, especially baby mbappe 🤍🤍🤍

charles_leclerc baby leclerc*

y/nmbappe shut up 🥰

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Tags: @casperlikej @evie-119 @c-losur3 @llando4norris @lokideservesahug

[lewisvinga]

chocotorta | max verstappen x argentine! reader

summary; during his travels to argentina with his girlfriend, max finds a new found love for a certain dessert

fc; maia reficco

warnings; none (?)

notes; requested! i’m central american, so idk much abt argentine culture like that so i hope this is accurate enough!😞😞

masterlist !

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yourusername: in argentina for good vibes, family time, and for wearing red bull polos (?)

tagged; maxverstappen1

maxverstappen1: they’re actually comfortable

yourusername: babe ur wearing your team polo on vacation…….

maxverstappen1: THEYRE COMFORTABLE!!

maxverstappen1: 🇦🇷🇦🇷🇦🇷🇦🇷 liked by yourusername

username: max is latino confirmed

username: argentinaaaaaa

username: mis faves 😍😍

lilymhe: i’d never do u dirty like that bbg🙄🙄

yourusername: i know u wouldn’t bbg 😞

username: max and his love for his red bull polo is so😭😭😭

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yourusername; una semana en buenos aires [a week in buenos aires] summarized; went to my fave spots😁, bf using google translate to talk with the family✍️, met up with my friends💗, posing after bf used google translate to buy me flowers🌷, chocotorta🍫, working off the chocotorta💪

tagged; maxverstappen1

maxverstappen1: CHOCOTORTAAAA

maxverstappen1: it’s a dangerous thing to be around

yourusername: you’ve given chocotortas more attention than me

maxverstappen1: but i got ur fathers approval anyways didn’t i 🥸🥸

yourusername: yes u did but waving the argentina jersey did more than the google translate 🥸

username: give max mate next

yourusername: he actually liked but not as much as chocotortas👍

username: max slowly becoming argentine

username: latino max latino max latino max

username: best wag everrr

username: max still working out while on vacation😭😭

yourusername uploaded to their story!

[caption 1; buenos días🌞 (good morning)] [caption 2; 🇦🇷🩵🤍]

maxverstappen1 uploaded to their story!

[caption 1; suegra (mother in law) preparing the food of gods😵‍💫] [caption 2; cuñado (brother in law) cooking dinner, also food of the gods😮‍💨]

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maxverstappen1: ARGENTINA TE QUIERO🇦🇷🇦🇷 THANK YOU FOR Y/N Y CHOCOTORTA🇦🇷🇦🇷🩵🤍🌞🤍🩵

tagged; yourusername

yourusername: nah how’d my nephew like you more than me….🙄🙄

maxverstappen1: i am just that likeable i guess🤷‍♂️

yourusername: super grateful to show my beautiful argentina to you❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

maxverstappen1: super grateful for you showing me your beautiful culture and chocotortas❤️

username: ARGENTINA MENTIONED🇦🇷🔥🔥🇦🇷🇦🇷🇦🇷🇦🇷🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🇦🇷🇦🇷🇦🇷

username: they’re so cute im sick

username: so will we be hearing the argentine national anthem instead of the dutch?? pls???

yourbrother: my son loves you so much, he keeps asking for tio max🤣

maxverstappen1: tell him i’ll see him asap!!

username: need a bf to show off argentina to too

username: the first pic, he’s sooooo

username: y/n is gorgeous

username: mi gente latino ✊

[kuroppiii]

  fit check ᵕ̈        your hq fav x streetwear!gn reader ˎˊ˗

⋮⋮ ˒ ₍ᐢ..ᐢ₎ 𖥻 ⿻ : to them , it ' s like   ⋮⋮  you came straight out of a ⋮⋮  magazine !

📋 content     ♡ # 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧 🐮     ♡ # 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘴 🥛     ♡ # ~300 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴

🧸 directory ‹ ✩  like what you read ? check out more of my blog !  •ᴗ•

💬 kuroppiii ─ “ and before anyone accuses me ... yes this is practically a self insert LEAVE ME ALONE 🫵 /hj ”

always staring at you because you're just the most gorgeous thing he has the honor to set his eyes on

like don't even bother trying to ask him for feedback on the fit before you go out

he says it looks good, no hesitation, every time

because he means it too!!!

and always has you do a little spin for him before exiting the door omg im dying

his big arms are your human clothing rack when he comes along thrifting with you MMMMM

would love to go sneaker shopping with you

def walks into volleyball practice the next day wearing shoes that match a pair of your own

spoils you with accessories like necklaces or bracelets or rings or earrings

totally doesn't get you jewelry with his initial on it so it's lowkey always on you along with the other stuff you got on

style an outfit with HIS jersey? oh yeah, he's a goner, done for!!

of course he'll let you borrow his clothes if you need an oversize piece for your outfit in a pinch

any excuse to see you in his clothes tbh

baggy jeans versus puddles on the sidewalk? NO FEAR he's lifting you over so you don't get ur clothes wet

his hands are always drifting along your midriff if you're wearing low rise pants or a cropped top or both (he can't help it!! :((( )

might shyly ask you for styling tips

and you get to dress him up like your own personal life sized dress-up doll!!!

and if anyone complements his outfit he always replies with "thanks, my partner styled it"

yeahhh he loves going out with you so everyone can see how hot you are and how lucky he is that you picked him out of all people 🫶

✧﹒࿔*∗ : ･ﾟ︴ushijima, kageyama, tsukishima, daichi, sugawara, asahi, iwaizumi, sakusa, atsumu, osamu, aone, aran, suna, matsukawa, bokuto

[aliaology]

NEW JERSEY RED

summary: reader finds herself falling for the new jersey devil’s center even if her heart is supposed to lie with the new york rangers.

pairings: jack hughes x fem!reader

warnings: none..? just yn getting sappy as hell bc she fell for jack!! use of ‘daddy’ but not in a sexual way.

lowercase intended.

BASED ON “tennessee orange” by megan moroney

living in new jersey wasn’t much of a difference than living in new york, at least, not to you. at times it just felt less chaotic, in a way that made you miss the chaotic streets of nyc. but moving to new jersey to become a media manager for the new jersey devils was a pro and a con.

growing up in new york city, meant you and your family were very big rangers fans. your father had seasonal tickets, every year. you went to every game with him that you could.

when your family heard you now worked for the new jersey devils, it felt like hell broke loose. working for the.. enemy? now thats foul play, you just betrayed your home team! but you didn’t regret it.

see, there was this boy. specifically number 86, a center for the new jersey devils. jack hughes. he was cute, scratch that— he was hot. you, like many other girls, fell right at his feet. of course you didn’t out right do so or show that.

but he as well— fell hard for you, maybe even harder.

not only did you work for the ‘enemy’ but now you were fraternizing with one?

you had the day off, sitting at your now shared apartment with your current boyfriend of nine months. you didn’t tell your family about him, he didn’t tell his about you. the media had no idea that the jack hughes had a girlfriend either.

your thumb hovers over the call button. the stool under you creaked as you shifted your weight. you clicked the bright green button.

it rang until it didn’t, “hello?” the sound of your mother’s voice filled the room.

“hi mama.” you spoke gently. “ive got some news for you” you told.

“finally! i havent heard from you in so long sweet girl, please tell me everything!” you could hear her smile from the other end of the phone.

you smile. “just don’t tell daddy, okay? he’ll blow a fuse.” you chuckle.

your fingers tap against the counter as you anxiously listen to her laugh. “okay, sweetie. are you okay?”

“dont worry— im doing okay. listen— i know you raised me to know right from wrong, it aint what you think, promise.” you start.

“honey, you’re kind of scaring me.” your mother nervously chuckles.

“listen, okay? i um— i never thought i’d honestly see this day, seeing how scared i was with my past relationships—“ you cut yourself off with a nervous laugh.

“i met somebody.” you told. you heard a quiet gasp on her end.

“really? honey thats amazing! tell me about him— about your relationship.”

you let out a breath. “hes got blue eyes, the prettiest eyes ive ever seen, mama. hes so good to me too, he always holds the door open, he never makes me cry. there has never been a moment where he’s made me upset.”

“oh honey..” she trailed off, sounding happy.

“im not done, mama. last weekend he took me to michigan, where his family lives. we watched a football game, a college one. his brothers used to go there. he let me wear his cap that has been on his dash forever— mama i swear i fell even more for him under those stadium lights. hes perfect.”

“but..” you trailed off.

“but? there’s a but? honey… whats wrong?” your mother sounded concerned.

“mama, you cannot tell daddy— he’s gonna think its a sin. but mama hes a player on the new jersey devils— but forgive me, i really like him, mom. hell, im learning how to golf for him mama. hes perfect, hes got a smile, mama his smile is killer. ive never seen one like it.”

“honey… you’re dad is right here, listening.” you clamped your mouth shut. just your luck.

“does he make you happy?” you heard your father ask.

“yes he does, daddy. i know hes a devil but god you would love him! i know he aint where we are from, but he feels like home. hes got me doing things ive never done. he makes my stomach burst into butterflies, he makes me blush, he makes me feel loved.” you explained.

“and you know i still want the rangers to win, daddy” you told.

you heard him chuckle. “as long as he makes you happy, sweetheart.”

you grin. you stay on the call for what felt like hours, talking about jack. when you finally end it, you feel arms wrap around your shoulders and your chest. a kiss is pressed to your temple.

“i hope you know how much i love you” jack mumbled, trailing small kisses from your forehead to your cheek and your jaw.

“and just so you know, you look better in new jersey red than new york blue.”

i #hope this wasnt shit LMAO first time posting on tumblr 😻🤘

[the-offside-rule]

Declan Rice (Arsenal) - Triumph

Requested: yes (THIS WAS REQUESTED IN LIKE SEPTEMBER IM SO SORRY IM ONLY GETTING AROUND TO IT NOW)

Prompt: just cute girl-dad Declan

Warnings: none tbh

The sun was setting over the Emirates Stadium as the final whistle blew, sealing Arsenal's victory and clinching the Premier League title. Declan Rice, clad in the red and white of his beloved club, couldn't contain his joy. He hugged his teammates, exchanged high-fives, and then spotted his wife, Y/n, and their adorable daughter, Lily, waiting for him on the pitch. Lily made her way quickly to her father who in turn was running towards her with open arms. "Daddy!" She squealed as he neared her. "Oh my darling, how are you? Did you see that? We won!" Declan exclaimed as he scooped up his daughter, who was wearing a tiny Arsenal jersey with her name printed on the back.

Y/n smiled, her eyes sparkling with pride. "We saw, didn't we, sweetheart?" Declan looked up and pressed a gentle kiss onto his wife's lips. "Ah, I love you." Declan sighed as Y/n reached around his neck. "I love you too. I'm so proud of you." Lily tugged at her dad's jersey and pointed towards the shiny trophy the players had been going around with. "Do you want to go see it, darling?" Declan asked. Lily nodded enthusiastically as the trio made their way towards the other players.

As they approached, Kai and Martin had turned and hugged Y/n, talking with her briefly as Declan held onto Lily. All the while, Lily couldn't take her eyes off the trophy gleaming. It only took a minute or so for Declan to notice her and he chuckled. "We'll get a photo now, okay?" Lily gasped. "Yes!" She exclaimed, making the other players laugh alongside Y/n. "Sorry lads, I'll have to borrow her for a quick photo and you can have her back." Declan smiled as he turned towards the photographer.

Lily giggled and clapped her hands, her cheeks flushed with excitement. She reached out towards the gleaming Premier League trophy, her tiny fingers almost grazing its surface. "Not yet, Lily. Let's take some photos first." Y/n said, pulling out her phone to take a photo of Declan and Lily first before quickly running back to get a photo. Declan grinned and posed with his family, the trophy gleaming in the background. Lily squirmed in his arms, eager to explore the pitch. "Okay, okay, darling. Let's see what you've got." Declan chuckled, lowering Lily to the ground.

Lily toddled off towards a group of other players' children, her Arsenal ball bouncing happily beside her. Declan and Y/n followed closely behind, enjoying the celebratory atmosphere. "Y/n!" She turned to see Kai's girlfriend Sophia walking towards her with a smile upon her face. "Sophia! Did you grab a photo with the trophy yet?" As they mingled with other families, sharing hugs and congratulations, the crowd suddenly erupted into cheers. Declan and Y/n exchanged puzzled looks, then turned to see what had caused the commotion.

Their hearts swelled with pride as they watched Lily, determined and focused, waddle towards an empty goal with her miniature football. "She's going for it!" Declan grinned from ear to ear, his chest swelling with love for his fearless daughter. "Go on, Lily! Shoot!" With a determined kick, Lily sent the ball rolling into the net, her face lighting up with joy as the crowd cheered just as loudly as if her dad had scored the winning goal.

Y/n and Declan laughed as they watched Lily get closer to the fans with her arms held high just as her Dad would have done, followed by her falling to her knees in an attempt of a knee slide. "She's her father's daughter." Y/n joked, wrapping her arms around Declan's waist. Declan hugged her tightly, his heart overflowing with love for his family. "We need to get her into football properly." He murmured, pressing a kiss to Y/n's forehead. Y/n hummed in response. "Maybe she'll even put you into retirement." Declan rolled his eyes playfully. "I'll be long gone by then. I'll be in a rocking chair beside you watching her from the living room." Y/n rubbed his chest as the walked towards Lily on the far end of the pitch.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden glow over the stadium, Declan, Y/n, and Lily played together, basking in the warmth of their shared victory. For in that moment, they were not just celebrating Arsenal's triumph, but also the joy of being champions together.

[royalsunshinehotel]

Hello again! Sorry I didnt see that you answered my message tumblr didnt notify me for some reason 🤦‍♀️. And boy do i have ideas for ya boy, our heart and soul, David. (If u still write for him that is).

Picture this: you and david are newlyweds and on a honeymoon. Im picturing something like the channel islands like Jersey, where theres still a nice city aspect but you can get pretty solitary if u want. You run around, do some shopping maybe, goof off together. You both have a cottage that overlooks the water. You both walk by the edge of the water for a bit, completely lovesick and he just chats about how lucky he is that you said yes to him. He keeps telling you how lovely look and you keep teasing him too. Eventually the banter gets very heated and he drags you back to your room in the cottage and ✨️christens✨️ it with you.

This is just an idea btw, not a request or anything so think on this , and have a lovely day!

A Lucky Cloud (David Copperfield x wife!reader, 18+)

Giddy was the perfect word for it.

It had been exactly two days since you had met David at the church and become his wife. You find it's quite convenient because early that morning, you were able to kiss the top of David's nose to wake him, and instead of leaving, the two of you would take breakfast together. Your husband is quite a handsome man, it simply has to be said.

You watched him, as you always do, take a sip of his tea, large hands, long elegant fingers holding the cup. Those were the same hands you'd felt everywhere the evening before. He had the nerve to bat his long lashes at you, "What are you thinking, dearest?"

"You're all mine." You stated simple facts, David smiled and put his cup down.

"I am, we signed the papers." Til death do us part, though David said longer.

"And I'm yours." You grinned for no real reason, and David moved his chair back, leaving his lap open. It would have been a shame to leave that seat empty, so you pounced.

"You are. Gone soft on me, have you?" He sighed as you sat down in his lap, as if he had been holding his breath. 

"I have. How sad." David takes your chin with his thumb, and brings your mouth to his, kissing your pout. He tasted sweet, from the sugar cubes piled in his tea. He enjoyed your mouth for a moment, hands roaming over clothes, but he pulled away…

"As much as I would like to take you back to bed, I think we should take a walk today, just to say we did." You blinked at him.

"Outside?" You cocked your head. Why would he want to do a thing like that?

"Outside. Maybe just along the water." Oh, David did enjoy large bodies of water, you wouldn't deny him that.

"But not too far." You stated, looking him in his big eyes. 

I’d like to be back in bed within the hour, you thought. 

"Not too far." He confirmed, kissing your cheek. Your husband helps you up off his lap, coughing lightly, ignoring the state of his trousers. 

It's just another moment, that the two of you finished your breakfast, and got changed. You wouldn’t bother to tell David why you’re not putting on your various layers. You’ll just be wearing your overcoat and hoping for the best. 

You squeaked as David kissed the back of your neck, while helping you put on your coat. It was something simple, but you still felt weak in the knees. How strange it was! You weren't a woman who squeaked before you met David, and it still managed to surprise you.

He opened the door for you, and you tried not to wince as the cool air hit your skin. This would be a lovely interlude to what had been an alarming amount of time spent on marital relations. You would enjoy the break, or you wouldn’t let David see that you would much rather be inside, underneath him. 

Overall, you’d say your honeymoon was going quite well. You never saw yourself as someone who could get married, but then David barreled into your life and showed you how wrong you were. 

The autumn sun hit your skin and you sighed lighty, letting the cool fresh air take hold. He was right, as much as you’d hate to admit it. It was a lovely idea. 

You snuggled into your husband's arm, fingers toying with the cuff of his wool overcoat. Jersey was a fantastic choice for the two of you, plenty of good food in town, but plenty of nature too. You knew David grew up with natural life close by, maybe you could give your children the same luxury!

The two of you leisurely made your way down to the stony beach, you released his arm, and let him go to the edge of the water like you know he loves to do. 

“You were right husband, just this one time.” He scoffed at you, giving you a big toothy grin, sticking his hand into the lake. 

You sat on a large log and watched your husband enjoy himself. You breathe deeply, letting the air refresh you, cleanse. David came to sit by you. 

“Do you think our children will come here one day?” You asked, leaning your head on his shoulder.

“Our children?” He asked, voice tinged with incredulousness. 

“Tell me you’ve thought of them.” Before the wedding, it was practically all he could talk about!! 

“I have!” Since the wedding, he hasn't. He’d been a little lost in you. But he was thinking of them now.

David put your hand in his own, linking your fingers. 

“David.”

“Yes?”

“Do you want to meet our children sooner?” 

“...Yes.”

Getting home was both a sprint and a blur. 

As a former chorus girl, you had to be athletic. David, your beloved, was typically not. However, today the power of desire would make him keep pace, behind you like a loyal dog.

A chilly fall breeze blew the two of you through the front door, David slammed it immediately after, as you pinned him against it, about to tear through his coat and shirt to get to him. 

He beamed as you put your mouth everywhere you could reach, frantically, like the two of you were reuniting after a war. He moaned into your mouth, your grip on his coat lapels unforgiving. 

“You’d debase me in the hallway, dearest?” he asked, coming up for air, only for a moment. You scowled at him, pretending to pout. 

Slowly, you backed away from him, and he batted his big eyes at you, “You should run then,” he cocked his head, “Or I’ll start without you.” 

His eyes flash as you strip off your coat, and sprint to the main bedroom, you whirl around and try to slam the door, only for your dearest husband to dramatically throw himself into the door frame. Oh bless him…

He gaped at you, and you laughed at him, “Minx!” he declared, “You’d lock out your husband?” 

“When he’s misbehaved, yes!” How dare he be unwilling to take you in the hallway! It never stopped the two of you before!

“I’d argue it was you who misbehaved!” He tried, as if you hadn’t been suffering on your day out. 

“Then come over here and punish me for it.” 

David stared at you a moment, as if he was trying to make a memory. You huff at this, kicking off your shoes, and flopping back in bed. He wouldn’t punish you, he puts the idea down immediately, as well as falling to his knees. 

“May I serve you?” 

“Since you asked so nicely…” He crawled to you, and you pulled him up next to you on the bed. How ridiculous it was, to have missed someone you had spent the whole day with. 

“I’d like your mouth, husband.” You purred, brushing your nose against his. 

“So take it, wife.” He replied softly, waiting for your next cue. 

You think a moment, about the first time you mounted your David’s face, and how relentless he’d been for you. Only stopping when you said. What a good man you had. All yours, just like he said. 

Your heart skipped as David gave you the goofiest of smiles, before pulling your shared pillows into place. He’s much too tall to fuck around without pillows.

“You’re a very good husband, dearest,” you beamed at him. You had read it was important to share such thoughts. 

“I can be better!” You scoffed, undoing the buttons of David’s shirt to reveal a lovely amount of his chest. The bedroom in the house where you were staying was tightly insulated, the autumn sun streaming through the windows, making the two of you perfectly warm. 

David’s face should have felt more familiar with how much time you spent enjoying it. It was almost unfair how he was designed, looking up at you from two comfortable pillows, expectantly, mouth open. 

You thanked yourself for having the foresight to strip off your heavier clothes, as you migrate in bed, to do what David had so nicely prepared for. 

Your firm grip on his hair, his long eyelashes fluttering, a pleasant, sharp nose. How every lady he set eyes on didn’t fall, was beyond you. 

Properly seated, and your husband’s neck supported, you slowly grinded against his beautiful face. Your husband didn’t stand for this, taking a harsh grip on your ass, and pushing you down further. 

Rolling forward, you took hold of the bed frame, and took one of David’s wandering hands in your own, placing it on your belly, the other supporting your lower back. 

You adored his tongue. You practically married him for it. 

You continued to rock slowly against his face, harder and harder as your skin gets hotter and hotter. David made it so hard for you to contain yourself! You had been so calm and concealed when you met him, and now you were practically about to break his nose! 

A hand wandered up to feel your breast, and he groaned against you when he found it. 

You came loudly, boldly, onto David’s tongue, and you swore you could feel him smile against your pussy. He used his tongue to fuck you the whole way through, wobbling, clinging to the bedframe as tight as you could. 

He was the only one who could do this to you, the only one who stripped you down to your most vulnerable, and lavish you with care and sensitivity regardless of what mess he might see. 

His face was still wet with your release as you leaned back, your knees angry with you for staying still for so long. A lovely floaty feeling settled on the top of your head, like a very lucky, wispy cloud. 

David caught his breath, observing you closely. You crashed, pressing your face into his neck, his grip steady, unrelenting.. 

“Need you,” You mumbled into his hair, and you heard the vibrations of a chuckle in his chest. You really were a minx, and you knew it too.  

He helps you pull your underskirts up to your waist, his forehead pressed to your own as you feel a blunt pressure against your wetness. He’s warm, familiar by now, and it’s absolutely perfect. 

The two of you weren’t rushed by any means. David firmly rolls you back on top of him, your mouth sucking and biting at his neck at your leisure, as if he was some kind  of rare treat.

He thought, for a moment, about the first time he had you, like this, completely calm and unguarded. He vaguely registered you changing your pace as the relief the two of you were chasing got closer and closer. You’d said something so ridiculous he could almost laugh now, “You’re so good to me David, I’m afraid I don’t deserve you.” 

“What utter nonsense.” He said in the bedroom. You didn’t notice his words, completely preoccupied chasing release, faster and faster as you kept his pulse under your teeth. Your breathy little gasps and familiar squelching sounded like music, and your husband thinks to write this down. For personal use, obviously. 

The two of you held each other tightly through the come down, your head firmly resting on David’s chest, and he drew thin lines all over your skin with his fingertips. 

“I think I want to keep my hands on you forever,” He hummed into your hair. You laughed a little, leaning to press a kiss to his throat. His eyes fluttered shut at that, as they always did. 

“You can, you know,” you replied warmly, smiling as he did what he said, running large hands over you. 

“Hmmm…legs,” he traced his hands down feeling you there, as you casually brought your fingers through his dark, curly mane. 

“Hair.” You announced. He brushed his nose against your own.

“What are we doing?” 

“Saying what we love.” You hummed as if it was the most simple thing in the world. 

“Everything.” David sighed into your mouth, “Everything. Us.”

consulting credits to my dearest @youlooklike-clarabow

[paladin--strait]

Hi, a big big congratulations on the milestone 🎉

If it's okay, if I could request number 21. wearing another players jersey (athletes only) with Sidney Crosby, please and thankyou.

ahhh thank youuu! and omg yes! i love this prompt with him! i've never written for him so im a little nervous but here it is! i hope this is good 😬 enjoy!

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a giggle leaves my lips when i unbox the jersey. tomorrow the penguins play the bruins and sidney hates playing them. specifically because of brad marchand. even though marchand has always been one of my favorite nhl players, i pretend to hate him as not to upset sidney.

not that he'll be mad at me and hit me or something, sidney has never gotten that mad at me and he never will. we made a promise with each other that if there is something that bothers us, we talk about it instead of letting the situation get worse by not addressing it.

so when sidney pranked me the other day with firecrackers under the toilet seat, which scared the absolute shit out of me, i decided to pull a prank on him. the soft fabric of the jersey rests in my hands and the last name 'marchand' on the back of it puts a smile on my face. i hid the jersey in an old suitcase under the bed so sidney wouldn't see it until i put it on tomorrow.

i smile wide and can't help but giggle when sidney walks in the room to get ready for bed. "what's up with you being so happy? it's so suspicious it's making me nervous..." he says, cautiously.

"oh nothing! i'm just excited to watch you play tomorrow!" i say, raising my hands in a defensive but silly manner while he walks over to me and puts his hands around my waist. i smile and wrap my arms around his waist too, and he kisses the top of my head.

sidney and i do our nightly routine and head to bed. when i wake up in the morning, sidney is gone, presumably to morning practice and then he'll go out to eat with the guys, their usual pregame meal when they're in town. sidney comes home for about an hour before he picks me up and we go back to the rink.

while he's gone, i straighten up the house a bit before heading to the bathroom for a shower. when i get out, i do my hair and go out to eat my lunch. while i'm eating, sidney comes home and i go to get dressed quickly. sidney sits on the couch waiting for me to finish, like he usually does.

i walk back into the bedroom and grab the marchand jersey from the suitcase under the bed and put it on with the same black pants that i usually wear when i wear the white penguins jersey. i slip on my white sneakers and put on a bit of makeup.

i take a deep breath and laugh at little bit at my outfit before walking out. "i'm ready! let's go!" sidney doesn't look up from his phone and stands, walking to the door after saying an okay and signaling for me to follow him.

the door is all the way open when he finally sees what i'm wearing. his face goes sour and his eyes squint, eyeing me up and down. "you don't like my outfit?" i say, faking a sad face and mood when he grabs my shoulders and turns me around. "you know i've always been a marchand fan! i've been waiting for y'all to play them this season so i could wear this!"

i hear him sigh and i try to hold back my laugh. "baby, you know how i feel about the bruins. especially marchand. you know how much i love you and i'm sorry, i didn't know you were a fan of him but please, take it off. i can't stand to see you in that." i turn to face him and he looks like a sad puppy dog, staring at me with those big beautiful eyes of his.

i can't help but break. "oh sweetheart! i'm just joking. i just wore this as a prank since you put those firecrackers under the toilet seat the other day! hold on!" i see his face soften and i run back to our bedroom, taking off the marchand jersey and throwing on sidney's jersey, quickly running back out to the door.

sidney smiles and apologizes for his behavior, which i quickly forgive since i probably would've freaked out worse if i were him and my girlfriend wore a different players jersey.

i give him a kiss and run out the door to his car. what i don't see is how brightly sidney smiles when he sees his last name on the jersey im wearing as i run to the car. he shakes his head in disbelief at what i did, but he finds himself running back into the house to grab the marchand jersey before he hides it in his bag and goes to car after locking the door.

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after the game, sidney is walking out to meet me at the car. but, there's someone with him this time. i squint my eyes to try and see who it is, but i can't really tell in the dark.

when they finally make it up close enough for sidney to call out to me, i realize who's with him. it's brad marchand, holding the jersey i bought and wore as a prank earlier. my eyes widen, and i place my hand over my mouth, hiding my gaping smile.

sidney introduces me to brad, and he gives me a side hug, being respectful, and shakes my hand. we all talk for a bit and he signs the jersey, holding it up on one side while i hold the other and sidney takes a picture of us.

we get a staff member for the penguins to take a picture of sidney, brad, and me. i quickly set it as my phone lock screen. brad says his goodbyes and goes back into the building to meet up with his team.

i stomp up to sidney and hug him tightly, thanking him for bringing him over for me to meet and also apologizing for my little trick earlier. sidney laughs and hugs me back, smiling. "i didn't know you were such a big fan of him. i saw your face when he scored, i could tell you were holding back your excitement." he says, letting out a loud laugh and patting my head.

"sorry i never told you. i know you don't really like him and his team, so i decided not to tell you. sorry i didn't hide my excitement well..." i laugh nervously and sidney assures me that it was okay to like another player that's not him.

when we get home, sidney orders me a shadow box to put my signed jersey in. when it finally comes in a few days later, he lets me hang it in the living room and i look at him with a big smile on my face. i hug him the tightest i think i ever have, and kiss him, thanking him for being such an awesome boyfriend.

[solarsturniolo]

lol i meant to say top 5 Matt fits

Yall are NOT gonna agree with me but that’s okay!!!

my Top 5 Matt fits are as follows:

5. Graphic tee and camo shorts

It’s very boyish and cute. And he was very smiley and giggly this video so it quickly became a favorite.

4. Black on black

This motherfucker wears black on black and i stg i feel like im astral projecting into the fucking sun. This particular outfit was not worn enough and he NEEDS to bring her out of retirement NEOW.

3. This specific tour fit.

He won, i’m biased, he looks great in a jersey and a crown. I’m surprised I didn’t self destruct when i saw that two feet away from me.

2. Blue. Flannel. Pyjama. Pants.

Enough said.

1. Very hard to pick my number one fit, and you guys are going to disagree, but….

The shade of blue, the cream coloured pants, the hat, it all ties together so effortlessly and I love it.

Runner ups!

Runner up #1: Vidcon green duck shirt. (This man looks so fucking good in green why does he not wear it more often, he looks FANTASTIC)

Runner up #2: YES ITS A RUNNER UP. WE SEE HIM WEAR IT ALL THE TIME SO IM COMFORTABLE PUTTING IT HERE. Matt is not an outfit repeater, so for most of the outfits above, they were listed there because we probably won’t see them again. But he loves this shirt (i love it too) and the ONLY reason it’s a runner up is because i feel like he won’t retire that shirt until he’s in his 40’s

Anyways, ladies and gentlemen: Her

Runner up #3: And finally, one that is not nearly as popular but that holds a special place in my heart is his hard rock cafe hockey jersey

[gothushi]

thinking about a Luke who drops off the face of the planet after he loses his eye. He only speaks to you, his parents, and his doctor. It stays like that for years until people eventually forget the name Luke Davenport, and he starts integrating back into society. You and him are at the shops one day and he gets a little tug on his coat from a kid who asks if he’s *really* Luke Davenport and Luke looks down and sees that this kid is wearing a football jersey and has a patch over one eye.

im gonna be sick this is so twisted of you to think of. how could you.

he’s older now, (im picturing almost more simon like look wise) and has had a really hard time even just going out now, but u help so much. he wears a prosthetic eye, has to use eye drops daily, has a routine down of how he has to live his life now. he wallowed for a bit, how could this happen to me, this isn’t fair, resented his father for quite a while, but he slowly came out of it through the last few years with ur support. he’s ur luke, u love him no matter what.

so he’s sticking close to u in the shops, watching u pick out a couple clothing items and giving his quiet opinion. ur both oblivious to the family in the distance, if either of u were paying more attention u’d hear some little boy ‘is that him?!’ ‘can i go say hi?’ ‘pleeease?’ but u both just hear tuned out whining.

so when ur putting smth else in the cart, luke gets a tug on his shirt. he turns, a bit startled, surprised to see a little boy with a football jersey with blue and red colors, a little patch over his eye with a football on it.

“are u luke davenport?”

he’s stunned, i mean these days he kinda forgets his own name, years of being followed by papp’s and doing interviews and press far in the distance, he hasn’t heard many people say his name since then. it takes him a second, and he almost considers lying, but he manages a little nod to affirm yes, he is indeed luke davenport.

the boy gets so excited, jumps up and down, ‘could i have an autograph on my jersey!? ur so cool!’ the boys parents are coming over, seeing their son getting a bit too excited for a public space and starting to apologize.

but.. but something aches in lukes chest, some physical reaction that has his throat tightening. he shakes his head and mutters that it’s okay, don’t be sorry, hi, i don’t have a pen. the boys whipping one out already, having dug into his moms purse for it. ur admiring from afar, keeping a keen eye on how luke handles this. i mean, it’s been almost four years since he’s even signed something other than medical paperwork.

this little kid is so happy, u’d think he just won a lifetime supply of candy or toys. luke kneels down to his height, signs the back of his shirt, and listens to the boy talk about how his daddy showed him old games from harchester, even from barcelona, and that he wants to be a football player when he grows up. luke doesn’t even mention the eyepatch the kids got on, some bittersweet feeling burning in his heart. the kids mother chimes in softly about her sons issue, something to do with losing partial sight in his eye, but they caught it early.

the kid asks about why luke stopped playing, he isn’t observant enough to notice the slightly off color of blue in his left eye. and to ur surprise, luke taps under his eye and says it isn’t his, he had a bad accident and couldn’t play anymore. the boy’s all sad, asking too many questions that makes his dad squat down behind him because he’s getting fussy. explaining to his son that luke doesn’t have the same eyesight others do, just like u. the kid doesn’t fully get it though, obviously, and wants to know more but luke stands and offers a polite thank u and reassurance that it’s okay.

the parents usher the boy along, all the while he’s waving at luke and saying bye. u step back in, offering to go home but luke says he just wants to go wait in the car while u finish up.

at home, luke wails to u about how he misses it, misses football, missing being there and feeling the excitement. he swore after his accident he’d never associate with it again, never, but the next day ur sipping at ur coffee and figuring out what he needs to do to get into coaching.

[pastelpousay]

PSSTT

I was looking at the website that sells those Hades basketball jerseys and guess what?

They have a Kuzco one too LMAO!!!

Now you could get basketball jerseys of BOTH your Disney guys!

Imagine if they’ve both on the same basketball team and Rina and Ray are cheering them on in the stands lol! 😁

Anyways, just wanted to show you that because I saw the Kuzco one under suggestions for other merch under the Hades jersey and I was like “omg Pastel would love this!” lol

OMGGG WAITWAITJRNDMSJDKDKWK I ACTUALLY LOVE THAT SO SO MUCH EEKEEEJEHDHWIEIE

The little llama on his jersey is getting me 😭😭 is why I always find it so so cuteee. I would totally get both of those but I unfortunately lack a bank acc 💀💀 one day tho one day 😿💪🐺‼️

ALSO YESSS RINA AND RAY WOULD DEFINITELY CHEER THEM ON FROM THE STANDSS LMAOOOO

(Also little idea that popped in my head for no reason)

Kuzco would literally look and point at Ray and say “this is for you!” And he would 100% miss his fucking shot bro 💀😭 I hc that he’s actually horrible at basketball 😭💀💀 like god awful at it because he’s just bad at all sports. Like after like 5 minutes of practice he can’t do Jack 😭😭💀, meanwhile Hades is probably carrying the team ngl ALSO SORRY BASKETBALL HADES IS FINE AS HELL I NEED TO STOP LIKE AHAHFNNDKEK. Sorry I need to stop (Rina 100% taking pics of Hades like he’s a model or something 😭he is but like Rina- 💀) 😭

BUT YES I WOULD ABSOLUTELY LOVE THOSE I WISH I WASNT A BROKE AHHH BITCH SO I CAN ACTUALLY WEAR THEM UGHHHDJSJSSJ I would literally wear those like almost everyday like bro-

(ALSO ANOTHER IDEA POPPED UP IN MY HEAD KUZCO AND HADES WOULD DEFINITELY GIVE RINA AND RAY THEIR JERSEYS TO WEAR AFTER THE GAME UFGSUDDJDIEU OKAY OKAY IM DONE IM SO OBSESSED I CANT STOOPPP UGH)

[sortableroseanimations]

Anyways now that my previous heart attack is over: i get to see will wood in three weeks!!!

gonna see the show with my bf and his friend (friend is super chill and is nice enough to drive us) so that will be fun, but ALSO we each got the vip+meet and greet SOOOOOOOO

i of course made a patch for either myself or mr wormwood, and commemorative tickets for us

and im sososososoooo excited bc to be 100% honest i have not seen myself more in someone than i do with will wood. I struggle with both mental illness and my gender and somehow he covers both bases? The general vibe of the music helps me convey what i feel like more than words ever could, and i don't mean "his voice is gender", i mean like the song. the cacophony. every instrument and noise and note and slam and crash and misplayed tune is what it feels like in this body, and this mind, and nothing has ever come close. when he goes on tangents, either making up stories or discussing experiences, it feels like watching myself through a beige lense in which i can see what it could be, but i know it is not. i am not he, he is not i, the brain runs amuck and looks right into my eyes.

and because its the halloween party, in jersey, i get to wear an outfit i would not usually allow myself to. i am allowing myself to be just a little bit more, because if there was ever a time to do it, this is it. and its nothing inappropriate, im not that person, but im allowing myself to have moderate fun with my physical existence and i am either going to regret it or wish i had that freedom every day. i have a skeleton sweater and skeleton gloves and skeleton leggings (maybe), and i will wear my boots and some makeup, but not too much, and i will wear earrings i can never justify, and a necklace i got from my mother, and i will feel.... hopefully rather uncaged.

so yes im excited. my biggest worry now is thinking of something to say to mr wormwood

[mistresskayla-blog1]

A Start of Luminescence

Lyn's Writing Event 2024 Day 12 - Week 2

Characters: Ray Levine and Fem! Reader

May 12: Week 2: Canis Minor (small dog)

Characters: Ray Levine x fem reader

Fandom: Richard Armitage – Ray Levine – Stay Close

The Character of Ray Levine was created by Harlan Coben, adapted for television by Danny Brocklehurst and portrayed by Richard Armitage.

Warnings: fluff, sweetness, camera talk, potential romance, mild angst

Word count: 1.6k

            It was the evening of February 13th, nearly Valentines’ Day, Ray thought as he drove through the park road to his parking spot in the clearing. Tonight he would catch that constellation, the “small dog” on his new DLSR large lens a IS USM by Canon, with extra long shutter stop. You could adjust it manually and the aperture was off the charts for letting light in. It was well after dusk when he set up his tripod and pointed the camera skyward, making adjustments when he heard something rustle behind him. Ray turned, dropping his phone as you stepped up towards him.

            “Um, hey,” He smiled, swallowing as he saw you. You smiled back, “Hey. Sorry didn’t mean to bother you. Is this a good place to set up for Canis minor tonight?”

Ray quirked an eyebrow and looked skyward behind him, “That’s what they tell me,” smile, “So, you got the specs?”

You pulled out your Olympia camera and added a wide lens, bigger than his, “Yep all set. Do you mind if I set up over there?” you point deeper into the clearing.  Ray nods, “Yeah, I don’t own the field. Have at it”. He scratched his neck and just kind of puzzled watched you carry your gear about 20 feet away and set up.  Ray strolls over to you as you are setting up.

“That’s an impressive lens, the Sigma DG HSM?” Ray asked. You smile broadly, “Yes it is”. Ray whistles, “That a pricey lens, what’d that set you back?”

You shrug, “Not too bad, I got it from my friend, he, well, he doesn’t shoot anymore”, you looked down at the ground, shuffling in your camera bag. Ray gave you the pause, “I see, well it was nice of him,” You look up quickly, crouched on the ground, this guy was Really tall from this angle, and wildly attractive, like bad boy wild attractive.

“Sorry, I meant, well, he died,” You swallow back the thought. Ray crouched down to you, “Oh, I’m sorry. Are you alright?”

You bit back a tear, but found your lens cleaner and stood up, tightening the camera on the tripod and checking the angles through the lens, “yeah, yeah. Im fine”. Ray stood back up and looked at you like he wanted to offer a hug, but restrained himself.

Darkness continued to fall upon the field and trees behind you both, “well good luck then,” Ray said smiling friendly, and he walked back to his gear and got on his knees in front of the lens. You heard him curse a few times under his breath from the quiet of the night, and you giggled.

It was mid February in New Jersey. so even though the snow had melted from earlier in the week, it was still cold and the air was still, so nothing was moving, except you two. Ray blew into his hands and pulled his jacket tighter waiting. His sharp nose was starting to get pink on the end, and you giggled again, wearing warm gloves and an even warmer downed vest.

It was nearly 10 pm now, and you both were like eagles on a prey, heads on the cameras, eyes on the lens, waiting for the milky way to clear a bit so you could catch this constellation. Ray cursed again, and fumbled with his angles. You called out to him, “What’s wrong?”

Ray smiled over at you, as he tinkered, “Oh just an old tripod, the knob keeps slipping pulling my shot right out of alignment”. You smile, “That must be frustrating”.  He speaks back, “It is, very,” then to himself, “Though not as frustrating as wondering if I can ask you out for coffee after I don’t see this bloody thing”.

You heard him mumbling and kept an eye on your lens, “What? Did you say something?”

Ray looked over at you, away from his lens, “No, nope. I’m good”, he looked back in his lens, “That was close”, in a deeper voice.

“So what’s your name?” you asked him.

He answered, not looking away from his lens this time, “Ray. What’s yours?”

“y/n” you answered and shifted on your heels, trying to keep your feet warm as the chill set in further tonight. And then you caught a glimpse of a tail.

“Nice to meet you, y/n” Ray said, “After this, did you want to grab a hot cup of coffee or something?”

You blushed against your collar, which Ray couldn’t see in the dark and distance, “Um, sure,” you called back. Ray smiled, triumphantly.

You spotted that tail again, and followed up the run of stars, checked your notes and counted again. Looked at the perimeters on the Olympia and notated it on a little steno notebook in your bag.

Ray looked over, “Did you find something?”

“Ya, yes. I think so, I was just double checking”, you rattled off the coordinating angles to him and Ray readjusted his lens and angle, “Yep got her! Nice work!”  you beamed a bit, glad he couldn’t see it, “Thanks, got lucky”.  Ray mused, “That’s some luck, I’m glad you’re here to guide me, can I see it through your lens?” Ray strolled over and you stepped back, returning the question with a quiet, “sure”, as he leaned in towards your lens, inches from you.

“Wow, that is it, alright. Really, great work” Ray said. You could see it with the naked eye now, as you looked up to the sky, two sharp stars with an invisible line drawn between them making the formation. Two points meeting together, just like the two of you.

You could smell him then and feel the heat pouring over his leather jacket towards you. It was a subtle musky scent, like an aftershave, but he had raw stubble on his face, so you imagined he hadn’t shaved in a few days. He looked over at you then, closer than before. And smiled a weak little smile of interest, “What?” You spooked and cleared your throat, “Oh, nothing. I’ll just get my shots and then we can go, I’m wicked cold”. Ray stood straight then, “Yeah, sure of course”.

He walked back to his rig and snapped a few groupings, and then picked it up off his tripod and caught a few of you in your rig, as he walked closer to you. You stopped him with a hand up, “Hey, I didn’t say you could do that”. Ray stopped short, “Oh sorry, I forget about photographer ethics, we don’t like to be photographed”. He smirked and showed you his display, “See it was really a cool shot, I wouldn’t have”.  You looked at the display and your heart thumped, he had captured you beautifully with his aperture stop, “You know that’s not bad. Maybe you’ll have to give me your number so I can have one”. Ray nodded, “yeah, yeah of course. Come on, let’s go get that coffee.” You packed up your gear, and collapsed your tripod and walked back to your car with Ray at your heels. He was so tall, and just that kind of height that could be menacing if he wasn’t so attractive and personable. You wondered if he had a girlfriend and figured not because he was hitting on you. Either way, he was handsome, nice, single, and not a creep with a camera, so check, check, check? 

You followed him into the city and you both pulled into the late night diner, the only one left open after COVID shutdowns, and walked up together. Ray still had his camera slung across his chest. You stopped as he opened the door for you, “Do you carry it everywhere?”  Ray nodded, “Yeah I do, I might see something I want to capture”. You nodded, “Fair enough, even in here?”

Ray laughed, “Oh, yeah there is all manner of folks in here late night, it’s a wealth of characters”. Yu entered the hostess area, which was bereft of staff and Ray leaded you to a booth and sat down opposite you. A waitress meandered over and asked what you wanted to drink. Ray looked at you, “Two coffees please”. You nodded in acceptance, “You want cream?” the waitress asked. You nod, Ray shook his head. Ray set his camera gently on the table and shucked off his leather jackets showing a hoodie and flannel underneath. He rolled up half a sleeve and you saw his tattoos. Ok Now you were in trouble, he had bad boy sweetheart written all over him, literally. Another waitress came sauntering over and leaned against Ray’s side of the booth back, “Ray…” she drowled, “How are you?”  Ray smiled at her, “Christy, I am good, yeah. Thanks. This is y/n” he introduced you, she gave you an apprehensive glance and chewed her gum, “Ray, I wanted to ask you about that girl you knew, I think I saw her around again”, Christy said, leaning in more conspiratorially, “or you can tell me later”. Ray shook her off with his subtle head gesture and she went back to the server’s area. Ray fiddled with some sugar packets at the table, “Sorry about that, she’s pretty nosey”.

You smirked, “seems like she’s into you Ray”. Ray scoffed, “Oh, is that what that looks like?” He grinned at you, ignoring Christy who swooped by again trying to get his attention, “I’m well aware, she’s been after me for months. I’m not interested”. He kept his eye contact with you, “I might be persuaded to like someone else, however”. You acted the part and put your hand to your chest, “Mwah”. Ray chuckled, “Yep, that would be the one”. You both giggled as the other waitress set down the coffees and bowl of creamers. See looked at both of you, rolled her eyes and walked away.

(Just a little sweetness for you all.. Levine style)

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