#fic: the offside rule
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the offside rule || j.h.s
Summary: Jake learns that his girl is crazy about football, but not the kind he expected.
Warnings: jake being a sweetheart, no use of y/n
Word Count: 1.5k
Pairings: Jake Seresin x f!reader
Authors Note: This is inspired by @roosterforme's Sundays Are for the Boys and @teacupsandtopgun's Jake and Flick universe. This is also very self-indulgent and somewhat based on parts of my life.
“What are you doing?” Jake emerged from the bathroom, only to find his girlfriend on the couch, watching what looked like soccer.
“I’m watching football, what does it look like?” She didn’t take her eyes off the screen as she reached for the beer bottle on the coffee table.
Jake didn’t know how to respond. He knew what soccer was, he wasn’t an idiot but he never knew that his girl enjoyed the sport.
“Soccer, baby. It’s called soccer.”
Jake knew it was the wrong thing to say as she turned around, an unimpressed look on her face.
“I’m going to forgive you this time. But in the future, for your information, it’s called football. Not your ridiculous term soccer.” She was all business, a sharp edge to her tone that Jake hadn’t really experienced in their relationship so far.
There was a sparkle in her eyes that told him she wasn’t as serious as her tone suggested though. Jake flopped down on the couch next to her, plucking the beer out of her hands. “Is this MLS?”
She snorted, rolling her eyes as she looked him up and down. “MLS is a shit league. It only got interesting since Messi signed for Inter Miami and it’s still shit. You know, we call it the retirement league because it’s where all the greats come to wind down and just kick around.”
“Hey!” Jake protested. “Doesn’t it have a somewhat good reputation?”
She shook her head. “Baby, I love you but you’ve been greatly deceived.” She patted his cheek, opening another beer, seeing as he had stolen hers.
Jake grumbled, sinking lower into the couch. Granted, his soccer knowledge was limited but he thought that MLS at least was a popular league.
“What’s this then?” He pointed to the screen where the game was playing.
His girl clapped excitedly, tossing the cap onto the table. “This is the greatest league in the world. I give you the Premier League.” She dramatically spread her arms, as if showing him something of great importance.
In a way, Jake guessed that she was. He had no idea she was this passionate about this but he found it endearing that she did.
“I recognise that, it’s England, yeah?” Jake was 80% certain he was right but he could also be wrong. Like he said, his knowledge of soccer was limited.
“Yes! PL is played in England and it’s hands down the most popular and watched league. But there’s obviously others as well.”
He was a bit intrigued and Jake also wanted to know more about something that made his girl this excited. “Others?”
“Oh, you’ve got La Liga for example, and Ligue 1. And then there’s Serie A and Bundesliga. My dad used to watch a lot of Eredivisie too. He was a lifelong fan of Ajax.” She quieted down a bit at the end, a sad smile on her face as she remembered her dad.
Jake pressed a kiss to her shoulder, hand finding hers. He gave a supportive squeeze. He understood now why this was so important to her.
“Did you guys watch a lot together?” He asked as the game seemingly was paused, the players leaving the field.
“Yeah. He took me to my first game when I was 4. I barely remember it but I remember the feeling. And he coached my team for as long as I played.”
That surprised Jake. “You used to play?” It wasn’t something that had come up but he guessed it was somewhat of a sore subject.
“From the age of five til I was fifteen, maybe sixteen,” she paused. “Uh, I quit playing when he got sick. He wanted me to continue but it just wasn’t the same. It was our thing and then all of a sudden he wasn’t there and..”
Jake pulled her into his arms, lips pressed to her forehead. “Baby, why haven’t you told me about this before? I would have loved to know more about football if I knew it meant this much to you.”
She smiled when he called it football and Jake counted it as a small victory. “I honestly don’t know. You’re more of an American football fan and I just figured you didn’t care about this.”
“I would have cared if you told me. Hell, I know you don’t really care about the Cowboys but you still hang out with me when they play. And wear the jersey.”
She laughed then, leaning back from his embrace but kept their hands intertwined. “I wear the jersey because I know it gets you all hot and bothered.”
“Well, that’s definitely a perk. You do look very good in blue.” Jake kissed her then, hands sneaking under her shirt to trace her skin.
She was blushing when they pulled apart and Jake grinned, proud to be the one to make her that way.
“So is Ajax your team?” He asked, playing with the hem of her shirt.
“No. As much as I respect and enjoy Dutch football, the Premier League always called to me more. And then I fell in love with Manchester United.”
Jake’s eyebrows shot up, teasingly pinching her sides. “Fell in love, huh? That means I got competition?”
She rolled her eyes, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips. “Don’t worry, I won’t leave you for the Red Devils.”
“Good. Is this them then?” He gestured towards the screen, where the game had resumed.
“No, they play Aston Villa tomorrow. This is Newcastle vs Arsenal.”
Jake watched as the team in black and white kicked the ball back and forth. “Okay, you’re going to have to explain this to me. I know nothing.”
She launched into the game, explaining what was happening as well as informing him about the rules and terms. Jake tried his best to keep up but figured he was going to have to do some independent studying to catch up.
If this was important to his girl, it was important to him. He watched as she kept on talking, gesturing back and forth with her hands, eyes alight with excitement.
“But there must be leagues outside of Europe, yeah?” He asked after learning that the ones she had rambled off earlier were all based in European countries.
“For sure, but those are the most popular ones. And considering how much of an impact the Champions League, Europa League and Conference League have, it’s difficult for leagues outside of Europe to compete.”
Jake’s mind was reeling, trying to piece all the information together. “Wait, Europa League and Champions League? Conference? Where’s that?”
“All of those are played by teams in Europe. You qualify for UCL when you win your league in your country, and the second tier goes on to play in the UEL and third tier in UECL.” At Jake’s confused expression, she smiled apologetically.
“Sorry, this is way overboard. How about we keep that for another day and we just keep to the basics for now?”
Jake breathed a sigh of relief. “Yes please.”
She handed him another beer, smiling softly.
“So, do I get a Manchester United jersey? It’s only fair, I got you a Cowboys one.” Jake asked.
He was comfortably leaning back against the armrest of the couch. Initially he had tried to get her to snuggle with him but quickly found out that she wasn’t going to sit still while watching the game.
“Babe, you’ll get a jersey when you deserve one. Maybe earlier if you can explain the offside rule to me.”
He was screwed then. “Never mind. I’ll wait.”
“It’s really not that difficult. A player would be seen as offside if their entire body is in front of the last defender of the opposing team, on the opposing team's half.”
Jake tried to imagine what it would look like but his mind came up blank. “You’re just speaking gibberish, that doesn’t make sense.”
She smiled softly, a gleam in her eye. “Don’t worry, I’ll make you a football fan. Just you wait.”
“I can’t wait. I’m also very excited to see you watch your team play.”
The game was now over and she climbed into his lap, hands finding the back of his head. “Oh, you’re in for a wild ride.”
Making the most of their position, Jake grabbed a hold of her thighs as he stood up, ignoring her squeal as he headed towards the bedroom. “How about I give you a ride right now?”
Two months later, when Jake officially got the offside rule right, a package was waiting for him on the kitchen table when he got home.
His heart swelled as he pulled out a bright red Manchester United jersey, embroidered with his callsign on the back. There was a note inside the box as well and Jake laughed as he read what his girlfriend had written.
Now you’re a real football fan. Glory glory Man United!
Ps. Come find me ;)
“You’re playing a dangerous game, sweetheart.” He called, jersey in hand as he stalked the house.
Her laughter echoed through the house. “Come claim your prize, cowboy.”
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Could you fic for Fernando Alonso with wife reader? They're on vacation during the winter and she's cold, so she take a water bottle and cradle it. Nando saw it and felt jelly and left out🤭 I don't know if it make sense. Add something else to it if it's not right. Thanks!! :))
Finland Freeze - Fernando Alonso x WifeReader
Plot: Fernando decided to take you on a ski trip, however after testing out the bunny slopes and multiple falls you need to go back to the log cabin for some warmth, however Fernando feels as though he should be that warmth instead!
Credit to the-offside-rule for the GIF
"Come on. It's not that hard!" your husband Fernando laughed from the bottom of the small hill. You look down at him, from up here the slope looked huge.
There was multiple kids going past you, throwing themselves into the activity while you stayed there apprehensively.
"Come on mi amor!" he shouts up to you. You take a few more seconds before starting pushing yourself down the slope on the ski's. You start to speed up and you try leaning into the turn but end up just plopping down into the icy slope. You look up, pulling your goggles up seeing your husband laughing at you with his hands on his knees.
A dad laugh.
You got up quickly rubbing the snow away from your now probably bruised bum. You start up again, taking the turns a little slower and manage to get down to your husband with only 2 more slip ups.
As you neared him, he opened his arms wide as if you were a toddler coming towards him. You however didn't fully slow to a stop, and end up falling in between his legs taking him down with you.
"Offph, I know when i married you I said till death do us part... but your taking that very seriously!" he jokes looking over you before helping you up from the snowy floor.
"Your the one who got me to come to Finland with you! I would have happily spent my winter in Dubai, or Australia!" you comment, pulling him into a hug.
The next few times and he comes down the hill with you, holding your hand and making sure to balance you back out when you start to skid.
After a few more hours, your getting too cold, your cheeks fully red and not enjoying the dropping temperatures. You say that you'll go back to the cabin on the ski resort to warm up while Fernando goes on the big slopes with his personal trainer.
You get in, changing from the damp skiing gear you were sporting and wrapping a dressing gown around you while you shove it all in the washing machine.
You quickly make your way over to the bathroom getting in the warm shower and rinsing of your body, keeping it on a warm temperature to try and warm up the furthest bits of your body.
You stayed there for at least 45 minutes, where you fingers slowly started to resemble prunes. You put on joggers and a hoodie of your husbands and some big fluffy socks. You make you way down to the living area turning the kettle on immediately. You grab the matches and light the wood inside the fireplace that Fernando had put there the previous night when you both realized you'd used most of it up.
Once the kettle has boiled you split the water, most of it going into the pink fluffy hot water bottle you'd conveniently taken with you, even though you'd been told you wouldn't need it. The other goes into making yourself a tea, using the last of the milk you guys had brought for the cup, noting you'd have to go to the little shop on the lodge sight later tonight.
You grab multiple unhealthy snacks that Fernando always held a grudge when he saw you lazing around on the sofa and his cheat day foods in hand on a random Wednesday.
You set yourself up on the sofa under a white fluffy blanket, nesting yourself down in between the large pillows. You hug the hot water bottle and turn on a new crappy rom-com in the Netflix recommended.
Fernando walks in the door, snow in his hair from the growing snow storm outside making you chuckle at his gruff entrance despite his small stature.
He walk over to you and leans down kissing your lips making you recoil away and bury down into your blankets more due to the coldness he brought.
"No kisses?" he asks looking at you with a tilted head and puppy dog eyes.
"You're cold hermoso" you smile shyly, not wanting to be rude but also wanting to keep warm.
"Hmmmm, i'll get changed and then you've got to let me in that bundle of warmth!" he exclaims before crossing over to the bedroom.
He comes back in a pair of shorts and t-shirt the outfit making your eyes widen shocked that he could even possibly be warm in that outfit. He starts to climb into your nest you've created pulling a random wrapper off you and into the little bin behind you both before he starts to undo all your hard work of keeping the warmth in.
"Mmmmm no please!" you complain hugging the water bottle closer trying to keep the warmth.
"I'm hurt mi amor! This bottle is a better source of heat than me? Your husband?" he asks looking over you and you want to nod you really do but his expression makes you just stay still as he starts to pull the blanket away from you. He lays down, re-wrapping the blanket around himself when he pulls your hot water bottle away.
You groan out a complain.
"Mmmm I'm better than this stupid bottle!" he says before snaking his hands up under your hoodie making you shiver and whine from how cold his hands are.
"Fernando!" you gasp when he fully flattens his hands on your back.
"We'll warm up soon" he smiles fully laying on your and hugging your body into his.
"I was warm until you showed up" you sigh starting to play with his hair that was under the blanket so your finger tips didnt get too cold.
Eventually the fire really kicked in and your body heats started to regulate meaning you were both warming each other up nicely now, to the point where you both fell asleep in your little nest of the sofa hugging each other with the soft voices from the next movie that had automatically played on in the back ground.
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hi!! can i request a cloe lacasse fic where her and reader are married and have children together and only their close friends know but then they decide to do a cute hard launch at an arsenal game! pure fluff please!!
her wag ➢ c. lacasse
pairing: cloe lacasse x fem!reader
it’s been two years since you’ve married the love of your life, cloe lacasse, but a year since you’ve given birth to your pride and joy, ethan and arabella lacasse. the bundle of joys were born through the ivf procedure, since it’s been a year that you retired from competing taekwondo internationally—you thought it was best to carry them.
that’s how the two of you met at a taekwondo competition, you were competing against her—let’s say she never lived it down, that you defeated her and won. just as you thought that you’d never see each other again, she took track of your competitions.
and when she was attending one of your matches, that’s when she had gotten the courage to ask you on a date. but you moved through the people, heading to your seat in the family and friends section, the two one year olds were wrapped around their blanket, and had earbuds to block out the noises from the crowd.
it was derby day, chelsea vs arsenal. you wore one of cloe’s match worn jersey’s that completed your outfit. and as someone who isn’t really a fan of football, you watched confused—but feeling a bit thankful as a person beside you had explained the rules, especially the offside rule.
when the love of your life was finally subbed on, that’s when you cheered the loudest. you kept your eyes on the field, particularly looking at your wife and nowhere else.
the game had ended with a 4-1 to arsenal, a bit happy at the results considering chelsea is one of the teams that has been dominating the league. when the whistle blew, cloe headed straight to the family and friends section—her eyes were moving, trying to see where you are.
her eyes brightened as you carefully made your way to her, giving you a soft kiss on the lips—you’ve felt her grinning into the kiss as it was a hard launch. no one knew except close friends, a few teasing whistles from her team made you a tad shy as you pulled away from her.
“well, i believe it’s time for them to meet your aunties.” cloe said, as you slowly handled the twins to her—the team had inched closer, being at aww at the lacasse twins.
┊┊┊┊ ➶ ❁۪ ｡˚ ✧ ┊┊┊┊ ➶ ❁۪ ｡˚ ✧
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and all 34 fics have been posted! thank you so, so much to everybody who signed up, and to everybody who posted a fic. these don't go anywhere without the people who participate, so i'm eternally grateful.
i highly suggest that you read all the below fics, even for the players you might otherwise not. a great deal of time, effort and pride have gone into all of these. and remember to reblog the fic when you're done.
please respect all warnings at the beginning of fics. if a fic has been marked as smut or 18+ and you are younger than, do the right thing and do not read it.
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THE WINTER FIC EXCHANGE 2k24 MASTERLIST
Carolina Hurricanes
Andrei Svechnikov
With Love, And Forever Yours by @callsign-denmark for @ teokka
Frederik Andersen
Little Do You Know by @knifeshoeboys for @ mp0625
Teuvo Teräväinen
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Tyler Seguin
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i actually meant what’s your favorite fanfic/ one shot/blurb that other writers have wrote 😅
but if you want to answer the other two i’m glad to read them too ☺️
Oh gosh, I'm so sorry mate- I must sound so arrogant.
Well, here are my top three favorite footy blurbs that I've read recently. Funnily enough, even though I spend lots of time writing super long imagines and stuff, I honestly don't have much patience for reading long fics, so that's clear in my three favorites-
Game night || Héctor Fort by @23spanishgirl
Pablo Gavi (FCBarcelona) - My Golden Boy by @the-offside-rule
I'm here~Pablo Gavi by @illusionsdelusions101
As for my three football favorites of the ones I have written they would probably be
found us out / Fermín López
stupid with love / Marc Guiu
surprises in Barcelona / Pedri González
Anyway, thanks for asking, and I hope I don't seem like an arrogant ass now!
-belle
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Opening line pattern tag game
Rules: list the first line of the last ten (10) stories you published (or you can do what i did and add a WIP). Look to see any patterns you notice yourself, and see if anyone else notices any.
Tagged by @keyshui - thank you so much!!
1. “How’s your jaw, Bedard?” a guy Connor couldn’t immediately place asked him as soon as he stepped out of the post-game shower. (Come Undone, Leon Draisaitl/Connor Bedard with a little implied Mattdrai, E, 5K)
2. Matthew stood with his back to the room at the hotel bar, fiddling with his phone. (Far from Home, Mattdrai, M, 2k,)
3. 5 days. Matthew stares at his mobile with a scowl on his face. (Someone to Stay, Mattdrai, E, 3k)
4. Matthew opens the door to Leon’s apartment without switching the lights on. (Blurred Edges, Mattdrai, E, 3K)
5. Leon is awake even before the door to his bedroom opens fully. (Falling Apart, Mattdrai, E, 2k)
Plus one WiP as I haven't posted more fics:
6. Leon’s blood buzzed with the cheers of his teammates celebrating their win, the jeers of the hometown crowd mixing in, making his blood only hotter. (untitled Mattdrai Winner's room AU as my FTH contribution :))
Pattern: I definitely like to start with a person, not with describing the scene or something like that. And not a pattern but I experimented a bit with the tense I like to write and settled on past tense.
I'm tagging @puckthisshift, @offside-the-lines, @fannyyann (no pressure of course) and everyone who wants to do this!
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First and Last Line
Rules: post the first and last lines of the last 10 fics you posted.
Been tagged by @sarcasticsciencefictionwriter (thank you lovely!) so let's go!
Spice Rack:
“I said-a who ooh ooh do you think you are, do you think you are?!”
“What's a Sporty Spice?”
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In The Nice Part of Town:
“I need you.”
She could handle forever.
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Slumber Party:
"Come with me," Magnus murmured, wine glass in one hand, Abby's hand in the other.
Bestowing one final kiss, Helen finally replied, “The Ehrentig first, then we’ll see.”
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Delegation:
“That's all?”
“I'm delegating it to Henri!”
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A Plea:
"I may not get another chance to say this," Will whispered into Abby's ear, sleeping after her emergency surgery (that Magnus had no right to do).
“[...] Please."
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An Essay:
"I don't know if they will accept this," Henry muttered, holding the paper as far away from him as possible.
"Think your teacher would accept a wild dog chewed it?”
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For Protection:
"Honestly, why would I care?" Rebecca asked the little green soldier on her desk, pummelling a bit of blu-tac into oblivion.
“ [...] After you, Rebecca.”
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Offside!
"Do I look like I knew that?" Will asks, throwing his hands up in the air.
She grinned, "But you knew that.”
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Anchor:
"Is it over?”
They rocked until the tears subsided.
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Drama Drama Drama:
"No, you won't understand, ever.”
He sipped his wine before adding, "You know, like the protagonist should.”
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Tagging whoever wants to play (I have cotton for brains atm and I can't remember who has already done this). XD
#tag game#first and last lines#gonna be posting a drabble and a ficlet on ao3 soon so wanted this posted whilst it was still correct
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I’m the anon who described how much i HATE (lovee) you for giving us tripping over the blue line fic and I’m coming back because I had a question:
How did you get into hockey? is there like a cool story or did you just flip the channels to espn and get stuck😭 anyways that’s my random boring question
hello, anon. i continue to love you. i hope everything is wonderful with you.
and my hockey fandom is kinda...totally...one-hundred percent my husband's fault. i had never once seen a hockey game in my LIFE until i started dating my husband, who had played hockey for most of his life, and we went to an ahl game in our hometown. i don't totally remember that game, though? so you can see how memorable that date was. honestly, i almost forgot it happened until i was like—no wait, our first hockey game wasn't the rangers.
anyway, fast forward to my final weekend in college. and justin planned this new york extravaganza™. over three days, we went to: a rangers/islanders game at the garden, the nutcracker, and a giants game. it was an expensive weekend, anon.
so we went to that hockey game. i was (humble brag) interning at madison square garden at that time and i had never been to anything there when i wasn't working. so. that was fun. i googled hockey rules beforehand, did not understand icing, watched a fight, did not understand offsides, and somewhere, like, probably around the middle of the second period decided i loved this sport. and then, fast forward part two, to the 2012 playoffs, and chris kreider's call-up and i was like oh we're really gonna love this, like make it your whole personality love it.
and, uh, that's where we're at. one-time season ticket holders, going to a rangers game the day after we got married, writing over a million fan fic words, watching a rangers game on justin's phone at the grand floridian in disney because we had dinner reservations, but also there was a game happening. we got priorities, anon. it's all justin's fault.
#laura rambles#anonymous#can you guys believe the rangers didn't pick me as their professional fan when they had that contest#absurd
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So I'm too tired at the moment to storm the Bastille and write a proper full-on fic, but--
New episode of Ted Lasso season 3 is gonna drop in a few hours and I'd like to take a moment to just manifest myself a little Concept, if you will--
Because considering where we left off in the previous episode, I do wonder if, say, certain coaches who shall remain Ted are feeling a tad betrayed about some stuff, relationship-wise, and maybe feel a little salty about some things-- that is to say, he hadn't been holding out hope for some kinda reunion or anything, he knew that ship had sailed and he'd been a big part of its going-away party, but to not even be given a, a heads up about it, a friendly warning, maybe some white smoke from the Sistine Chapel to say "guess what, Ted, the home you thought you'd live the rest of your life in has some other fella's boots by the front door--"
Which may all account for why he's in a bar that is most definitely not the Crown & Anchor, nursing a beer and waiting to see where the evening takes him.
What becomes apparent over the course of the next hour is that the short answer to 'where will the evening take him' is 'not very far, Ringo Starr' -- he's not at his local but he sure as hell is getting recognized, and it's putting a whole damper on his plan to pick someone up -- or get picked up, either'd be fine by him -- and sort of, well, defiantly prove to the invisible Michelle in his head that she ain't the only one who can move on and not say jack about it--
Another fan comes up and hovers at his elbow, slurring something about offside rule and asking for a selfie with the wanker. The seconds it takes to paste on a smile, put a big thumbs up in the shared selfie, and send them tottering off again with half a joke about nonsense rules is, Ted realizes, enough time to get his ducks back in a row whether he wanted them in marching order or not.
Because he's not being fair, and he knows it-- it's not like he'd told Michelle about Sassy. The first or second time. And it woulda been wrong if he had -- it wasn't any of their business what the other got up to anymore, which meant she was free to do what she wanted and he was free to do what he wanted and that was--
That was fine.
What wasn't fine, he supposed, was that all this moody introspection wasn't particularly attractive on him, since he was pretty sure it made him look like a mustachioed Droopy Dog, so best thing for it was to hang up his hat-- or drink up his beer, anyway-- and mosey on home so he could have a sad little date by himself and his hand before conking out and starting over again tomorrow with a better mindset.
So Ted takes a deep breath, lets it out, downs the last sip of his now very warm beer, and slides off his stool--
And promptly runs into Trent Crimm's face.
.......something something and then they end up getting a booth together and talking about how it's actually Ted being upset about Michelle introducing the new guy to Henry, and they think they're both trauma-bonding over being single parents and the dating scene but ACTUALLY they are both unaware that they are totally picking each other up. (Until at least one of them-- probably Trent, to be honest-- finally gets a fucking clue.)
#hooray!#free plot bunnies#if you write it link it#do the thing#ted lasso#trent crimm#ted lasso season 3#even more delicious would be if NEITHER of them got it and instead we are left with just THE NARRATIVE IMPLICATIONS#anyway yes santa please bring me this thx#triflesandparsnips writes things
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🐰🙃🌸
heya <3
🐰 What do you think says the most about a person?
empathy
🙃 What’s a weird fact that you know?
okay so it’s not weird, it’s just weird to me that i know/understand it…….the offside rule in football/soccer (cause writing ted lasso fic actually turned me into a football fan recently and now i have all these football facts swimming in my head that weren’t there two months ago and i’ve been watching MLS matches lately….mostly to follow atlanta united cause they’re my local team lmao)
🌸 Best compliment you ever received?
honestly anytime anyone compliments my writing —it’s the best to me (cause if you know, then you know how insecure i am about my writing and it’s still hard to believe people enjoy what i write 🥹)
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🍓 i cannot tell if thats the right one they look different on my keyboard to the way they look in the app (Assigned Clown at Phone)
NO ITS A STRAWB DARLING UR GOOD I love your brain I love the absolutely unhinged shit you say I love how you forget the most famous James Bond and how you accidentally inspired the best fic I ever wrote. you’re rad. can’t wait to live with you with our skrunkly cat and teach you about football and reality TV. if you don’t understand the offside rule by the end of 2023 I’ve failed as a friend
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LDH FIC RECS
main acc: @yunojeyes
Masterlist for fic recs: here
- I Become Attracted By Seaweed @choerrypuffs
| genre: fluff |
You, one of Athena's daughters went on a run early in the morning and came across an injured figure on the floor who mistook you as an angel, you brought him to the infirmary and found out that his name's Lee Donghyuck. But who's his godly parent?
- Swords And Arrows @hyuckles-chuckles
| genre: fluff, angst, enemies-to-lovers!au, demigod!au |
You and lee haechan have never gotten along, you being a daughter of ares and being the son of apollo. despite that, you still develop a crush on him…and you may think he’s developed one on you.
- The Abduction Of Persephone @nctream
| genre: fake dating! au, actor! au, romance, angst, fluff |
Your sister is about to marry the man of her life, the wedding is in three days and you don’t have a date. Nothing weird, but I forgot to mention that you had told your parents that you were bringing your boyfriend. A boyfriend that you don’t have anymore, because he had suddenly decided you were “too much” for him and didn’t want to make you waste anymore time - one month before the wedding. You should have been the happiest person on Earth, your sister was about to get married and, since you didn’t want to bring any attention upon your lonely entrance, you had opted for something crazy. Crazy, like hiring Lee Donghyuck to be your fake-boyfriend.
- Solaria @jaevelina
| genre: suggestive, tattoo shop!AU, tattoo artist!Haechan |
When you stumble your way into getting a tattoo, Donghyuck’s more than willing to make you his canvas.
- Oh My Angel! @choerrypuffs
| genre: fluff, angst |
After losing your role as the sugar plum fairy in the nutcracker due to an injury, you resolve to spending the rest of your holidays getting drunk and feeling sorry for yourself - that is until you pesky guardian angel shows up, claiming that he'll find you true love before Christmas is over.
- Drunk Calls @hyuckles-chuckles
| genre: angst, fluff, exes-to-lovers!au, college au |
After getting drunk at a party, you make the mistake in calling your ex-boyfriend. but your mistake seems to be the right decision for you both.
- 24 Hours With You @sundaysundaes
| genre: Fluff, Smut, Domestic AU |
A 24-hour peek into the life you spend with your husband, Lee Donghyuck.
- The Element Of Freedom @choerrypuffs
| genre: fluff, angst |
Donghyuck is an Airbender, as the avatar you must master all the elements hence choosing Donghyuck as your master to teach you how to air bend but...
- Breaking a rule @hyuckles-chuckles
| genre: fluff, tiny angst, high school!au, secret relationship!au |
You’re the good girl. haechan’s the bad boy. you’ve been dating in secret for a few months now, but what happens when he wants to go public in the relationship?
- Ice Ice Baby @cozyjae
| genre: hockey player!donghyuck, manager!reader, college au, enemies to lovers (gender neutral reader) |
Donghyuck Lee is the extremely well-known ace of your university’s hockey team, it was no surprise that he was practically a celebrity on campus and given infuriatingly special treatment throughout the school. He has a bit of a reputation that you had always looked upon with slight annoyance, you assumed he was the typical jock with an over-inflated ego, whose every move was unjustifiably swooned over and praised. You never really gave hockey much thought- until you needed a job.
- Offside @renjunphile
| genre: football!au, fluff, angst, summer romance!au |
Lee donghyuck was one of south korea's brightest prospects coming into the 2018 world cup, up until a season-ending injury just days before their training camp wiped him out. you were a sports medicine and physiotherapy student excited for your summer with NCT FC, but what caught you off guard was being assigned to every step of lee donghyuck's journey to recovery.
- Home Is A Feeling @neonun-au
| genre: fluff, tiny bit of angst |
Fresh off a break-up, not willing to stomach spending Christmas single with your family, you book a last minute trip overseas to escape the impending loneliness, not realizing that perhaps running away from your feelings will only serve to intensify them. You arrive at your home-away-from-home only to find you’re not the only one staying there which meant you had to share it with a handsome young man looking for a similar escape from his own life.
- Good Person @shininginthemoonlight
| genre: angst, fluff, suggestive |
Hiding your broken heart is a real piece of work when your bestfriend knows you like the back of his hand.
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F1 Fic Recs
Oscar Piastri
Love is tough, u make it easy @httpiastri
table for 2 @foreveralbon
U turn @norrizzandpia
lets have a baby
oscar's car
when is it my turn
she wears the pants, right
call me ur fool @userland
munchkin @lewisvinga
a little slow
my mistake
don't go there @uglyducklingofthe2000s
a piece of us
breaking fingers
a brothers friend of a friend
in a world of boys
falling for u @arieslost
flowers for her @alltoowelltom
make it real @formulafics
snooze @eatingaburrito
the enemy of my brother @sxcretricciardo
purity ring @piastrification
eye catching @nouvellevqgue
curiosity kills a cat
who told him to get jack'ed @httpsserene
self care @the-offside-rule
destiny @forzarma
fav nepo baby @starkwlkr
best big brother @faithshouseofchaos
always w u @gentlyweeps-world
Lando x Oscar
bad influence @planete777
slow and gentle @norrizzandpia
one each @changetyre
take care @scuderiahoney
3some @c0eu4
papaya sunrise @fxrmuladaydreams
masterlist @vivwritesfics
Lando Norris
caught @norrizzandpia
used
she doesnt know who i am
what r u doing up
flowers on ur hair @thisismeracing
papaya @vivwritesfics
reluctant cupid @astonmartinii
possessive @norrisleclercf1
strawberry @uglyducklingofthe2000s
ur teeth in my neck @ivyppoison
F1 Grid
look after u @disneyprincemuke
bitch im a mother @starkwlkr
Charles Leclerc
some extra goodies @chrisevansonly
koala
all the girls u loved before @uglyducklingofthe2000s
if u leave me, ur'e out of ur mind
vanilla ice cream
do something abt it
perfect strangers
numb
u make it too easy
sexy speed god bf
saw ur mom at the grocery store @love-belle
just kidding @sincerlyleclerc
i wasted half my summer trying to hold ur hand
remember
cant get u out of my head
whodunnit @hamiltvns
interview @hemmingsleclerc
sleepyhead @pucksandpower
here comes the bride @starkwlkr
i love my wife
if he wanted to
safety first
finance bro girlie @juleswrites223
time zones @drunkfrogg
possessive @vivwritesfics
4some
all for nothing @loonylupinblack3
Max x Charles
u are not the world champion @starkwlkr
masterlist @verstappen-cult
full of surprises @va1entinesg4l
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breaking all my rules - adam lowry
summary: jasmine's first night in winnipeg becomes one she cannot get out of her mind.
word count: 3.4k
warning: smut, do not read if you are under 18.
note: hello @cellythefloshie! this is your fic for the winter fic exchange 2k24. i very much hope you enjoy it, even if the smut isn't as filthy as you deserve <3 thank you to @offside-the-lines for pestering me when i needed it and for being my editor, and to @matthewtkachuk as always for being my sounding board.
The drink in front of Jasmine was half empty, though it would soon be finished, and she watched the screen behind the bar where the Bucks were playing the Trail Blazers even though she had to dodge the bartender’s head occasionally when it blocked the only screen she was interested in.
There was no shortage of people in the bar. Most were watching any of the seemingly million screens airing hockey, and all were intently and enthusiastically doing so. Jasmine assumed that the Jets were playing but wouldn’t put any money on that.
Jasmine lifted her drink to her mouth, the sweet taste of her strawberry daiquiri coating her tongue and sliding down her throat effortlessly. Before she was able to put it back onto the bar, almost entirely empty, a new drink was placed down in front of her.
“From Adam,” the bartender said, pointing to the table of rowdy men who weren’t far behind her.
Jasmine looked over her shoulder to see one of the men raising his hand barely off the table. Not really a wave, but enough to let her know that he was the one who had bought her the drink. She nodded at him, letting a smile transform her face. His own smile followed suit.
“He plays hockey,” the bartender revealed, as though it was the hottest piece of gossip in Winnipeg. “You should cash in on that.”
She turned back to the bartender, a wry smile forming on her face as she said, “That sounds like a fucking good reason to stay away if ever I’ve heard one.”
She was left alone to drink her new cocktail and watch her basketball game, while intermittently glancing over her shoulder back at Adam. With every look back, he seemed bigger than the last, he was noticeably the tallest out of everyone he was with, and Jasmine couldn’t help but drink him in from head to toe.
He noticed.
She didn’t know if it had always been his intention to walk over to her at that moment, but he was moving toward her regardless. Jasmine turned back to the bar but kept the stool in just the right position to know that his presence wouldn’t be unwelcome. She only knew he had reached her when she felt a heavy hand on the back of the stool, turning her towards him.
He stepped into her personal space with ease, one of his legs pressing in between hers ever so slightly. It took all her willpower to not react, to not lean forward as she so suddenly and so desperately wanted to.
“What’s your name?” he asked, his hand brushing against hers on the bar.
Jasmine smiled up at him, watching as his eyes darted back and forth between her mouth and her cleavage.
“Tomorrow morning,” Jasmine asked, “are you going to tell me that you’ll call me?”
Adam nodded easily, quickly, without any thought. “Yeah, of course.”
Her eye roll was involuntary. “Are you really going to call me?”
He laughed unabashedly at being caught out, “Probably not, no.”
“My name’s Minnie.”
“That’s not your real name.”
“It’s close enough.”
There was a silence, Adam’s hand still brushing against hers. His smile was infectious now that she was no longer actively fighting it.
“I’m Adam,” he said, lifting his hand and taking a step back, away from her, “but you knew that already.”
“I was told.”
He took her hand, guiding her off the barstool. He was already leading her out of the bar when he asked, “Your place?”
“It’s a hotel room.”
“We can go to mine then. I’m not going to a hotel room in a city where everyone knows who I am.”
Jasmine couldn’t contain her snort, “Everyone in the city? A bit arrogant, don’t you think?”
Adam was smiling and shrugging silently. It was as easy as anything to follow him out of the bar and into a cab, not worrying about the light snow that had started to fall. The cab driver instantly recognised Adam, starting a conversation about hockey that Jasmine could barely follow. Adam was sending her looks throughout the entire drive—apologetic with a lingering arrogance that Jasmine was loath to admit she found attractive.
It was worth it for one night.
The exterior of the house they pulled up to was nothing as extravagant as she’d been expecting for a professional athlete. It was undoubtedly a nice house—much nicer than anything Jasmine ever hoped to be able to afford—just less than what she’d imagined. Not that she’d been imagining much more than what it would feel like to have his hands all over her.
“Do you want anything to drink, or…?” Adam asked when they were standing inside his front door and, rather awkwardly, removing their coats.
“Why waste time?”
Reaching up to grab him by the collar of his shirt was the easiest decision Jasmine had made in a while. He was so tall, and, while it had been part of everything she’d had until that moment t, it was certainly more noticeable when he was leaning over her to press his mouth against hers.
She had no choice but to wrap her arms around his neck to draw him closer, to give herself leverage. The shock of his hands on her thighs wrapping her legs around his waist was enough to elicit a squeal and a giggle.
He smirked against her mouth.
When he pressed her up against the wall behind her, Jasmine used it as leverage to push their bodies together while she chased his mouth and the taste of whiskey within it. His hair was the perfect length to play with, the perfect length to wrap her fingers in and tug; his own little gasp gave him away.
They were moving before Jasmine even realised, though it wasn’t for long, as Adam set her down on the staircase. Her head tilted, a silent question about what she was supposed to do next, when his hands—his very big hands—were on her waist again to spin her around. There was no missing the glint in his eyes.
The very second her back was to him, there was a playful tap on her ass that had her running up the stairs with an unexpected giggle. She heard something hit the floor and looked quickly over her shoulder to see that Adam’s sweater was gone so she pulled hers off with no thought given to making it look sexy and threw it somewhere near the top of the stairs. She had plans she did not want to delay.
His bedroom was close, his body hot behind hers as he guided her to it with his lips pressed to her neck and his hands pulling at her shirt to pull it from her jeans. When his fingertips met the skin of her stomach, the electricity that ran through her was enough for her to know the night was going to be something she would remember for a while.
Jasmine’s eyes fluttered shut as Adam pulled her shirt over her head and wasted no time by removing her bra. His mouth moved up her spine, hitting spots she had never known could feel so good with such precision and eagerness that she reached behind her, clawing at his own shirt desperate for the skin-on-skin that would come with it.
Adam got the message. He kissed the nape of her neck one last time and turned her around. Her eyes were wide as she looked up at him, desperation filling every part of her body and only getting stronger when he effortlessly lifted her and dropped her onto the bed.
His shirt quickly disappeared, leaving Jasmine even more speechless than she already was as she scanned every inch of newly bare skin for the first time. She reached out, fingers brushing gently over his skin until she reached his belt.
Looking at Adam’s face was too much, the want in his eyes was more than she could handle, so she focused on unbuckling his belt and helping him remove his pants. The memory of his muscles clenching under her lips as she kissed the skin just about the buckle would be burnt into her brain forever, There was no time to waste, it seemed, because the second Adam’s pants were off he was pulling hers down her legs in one swift motion before he was prowling on the bed leaning over her.
The next time their mouths met, Jasmine arched off the mattress, the skin-on-skin everything she had been hoping for. It made her even more aware of him surrounding her, his aura taking up the entire room and encompassing even more of her headspace than just the feel of his mouth against hers.
The kiss lasted nowhere near as long as she wanted, with Adam moving to start kissing down her chest, between her breasts, nipping at her skin as he went. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him as close as she could, just to relieve some of the pressure between her thighs that was only building more when he cupped her breast and his thumb brushed over her nipple so lightly she barely felt it, and yet she couldn’t feel anything else when he did it again.
He was possessed, leaving no part of her unkissed, no part of her untouched. She could see–feel—how hard he was, and she could imagine he could feel how wet she was with how close she was pulling him.
An involuntary whine left Jasmine’s mouth when Adam’s hand moved away from her breast, she instantly missed the electric shocks that ran through her every time he touched her nipple. She arched her back to chase the feeling, the sensation,, completely unable to form words, but forgot what she was aiming for when his fingers brushed the hair out of her face and his mouth drew closer to hers.
The gasp that left her was met with an appreciative grunt from Adam, as the kiss deepened and his hand moved, pushing her body back from where she’d arched up so that he could finally touch her where she so desperately wanted—needed—to be touched.
Jasmine woke first the next morning and had to forcibly extricate herself from Adam’s sleep-tight grip.
She stared into the bathroom and wondered how strange it would be to use his shower while he slept. She decided against it, if only to avoid the awkwardness of him waking and her still being there. She wanted to be gone before he had any opportunities to pretend he actually was going to call her, despite their conversation the night before. It was always easier to just leave before she had to talk.
Being careful not to rustle the bed, Jasmine inhaled deep into her stomach before she planted her feet on the floor and searched the room for her clothes. She definitely had some clothes littering his hallway—her coat and sweater were nowhere in sight—but she grabbed what she could, cradling them to her chest so that she could change in the hallway with less risk of waking him up.
The bedroom door creaked ever so slightly as she pulled it open just enough to slip through, and she held her breath when there was movement behind her. Adam didn’t rouse, though, and she relaxed enough to find the remainder of her clothes and get dressed standing in his living room.
She couldn’t help but take a look around while standing there, taking in the little things that showed he was rich—namely that nothing looked like it was falling apart. Nothing even looked second-hand. Her bank account was shrieking.
Jasmine stopped in the kitchen on her way to the front door, desperate for a glass of water. She pondered, longingly, what it must be like to cook in such a large space with appliances that looked like they’d rarely been used.
“D’ya want breakfast?”
An unholy shriek left her at the sudden interruption, and she spun around with a heaving chest and one hand still brushing over the stove. Adam hadn’t made a noise until he spoke. Unless she’d been so caught up in dreaming about her dream house that she hadn’t heard him. Both were equally as plausible.
One of his hands patted the kitchen counter loudly, and Jasmine’s attention was drawn to it, images of their night involuntarily filling her mind and making her catch her breath.
“No,” she said breathlessly. “I’m going. It was nice to—thank you for—Goodbye.”
“It was nice to. And you’re welcome. Goodbye, Minnie.”
Jasmine nodded, short and stiff, before she had to squeeze past the small space he’d left between himself and the counter. Her breathing was already laboured when his very large, very experienced hand caught her wrist.
“You should give me your number.”
Taking a moment to control herself, to remind herself that she didn’t give out her phone number to one-night stands for the express purpose of keeping them as one-night stands no matter how good said one night stand was. She gently pulled her hand out of his grip and to her side and was able to keep her resolve even if she didn’t truly want to.
Two things were true: Jasmine didn’t like repeat performances with guys she met in bars, and Jasmine could not stop thinking about Adam.
Even as she flew home to Baltimore to pack her life into a U-Haul, even as she drove 1,500 miles to Winnipeg, even as she started her new job, he was all she could think about.
It certainly didn’t help that ice hockey was slowly but surely taking over her life, as much as she had tried to prevent that from happening. She was coming to learn that the Winnipeg Jets were a religion in the city—a cult, even—and that meant seeing the face of their captain almost everywhere she looked.
As it turned out he didn’t just play hockey. If the Jets were a religion, he may well have been their God.
Their God who was, despite being everywhere, was also exactly nowhere.
“So, which one is it?” Elyse asked, her head tilted towards the group of Jets players huddled around a pool table.
“What do you mean?” Jasmine played coy; her eyes fixed squarely on Elyse.
“We’ve been to this stupid bar every weekend for two months—but only on weekends the Jets are home—and you all but stare at them the entire time we’re here. Which one do you want to take you home? Because I will go ask him for you right now so we can go anywhere else in this fucking city.”
Jasmine faltered, took a look at the group, and shook her head. “You can’t.”
“Is it one of the married ones?” asked Taylor, interjecting suddenly and very loudly from where she’d been leaning back in her chair and watching the conversation. “Because if it is, we’re definitely going somewhere else next week.”
“It’s not. You just can’t.”
Elyse and Taylor both rolled their eyes; Elyse left to get another drink and left Taylor to judge Jasmine alone.
Jasmine knew it was ridiculous to insist that they keep coming back in the hopes that Adam would return. Especially when she had put on such a show of not seeing him again. She just couldn’t work out for the life of her why he wasn’t showing up when so many of his teammates were there every weekend.
She had already decided it would be the last night; Taylor’s words just solidified it.
The conversation moved on, an easy and natural shift into complaining about clients they’d dealt with that day. Jasmine participated as much as she could while her head was still very much in Adam’s bedroom.
She didn’t even wait for a break in the conversation to tell Elyse, “We’ve been coming back because he’s never been here.”
“Huh?” Elyse mumbled into her drink.
“Adam Lowry. Walking this way,” Taylor said as she pretended to be doing anything but watching him.
Elyse’s face immediately morphed into a delighted and devious expression that Jasmine never wanted to see again, especially directed at her. The situation was undoubtedly made worse by the fact that Adam was there, that he’d finally shown up and, even more so, was allegedly walking towards her.
She braced herself for him, holding her breath as she waited. She didn’t want to give anything away to her friends, lest they use it against her, but she also couldn’t predict what Adam would say or do.
If he was even walking her way.
It really didn’t feel like he was. She had to inhale before she passed out.
“He went to the bar,” Taylor said, her eyes moving rapidly between Jasmine and the bar. “It is him, though. Isn’t it?”
Jasmine shook her head, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“God, you’re a horrible liar.”
It wasn’t any use denying it. She could only imagine what her face looked like in that moment.
The girls talked around her, waiting her out as she tried to shake off the strange feeling in her stomach. Hurt? Not really. Disappointment? More likely.
She was startled when a drink was placed in front of her. A strawberry daiquiri.
“I heard you’ve been attempting to stalk me, Minnie.”
Jasmine couldn’t be certain if her cheeks paled or went red. She could, however, be certain that a shiver ran down her spine due to the cool hand that brushed against her neck before it settled on her shoulder.
“Oh, good,” Elyse beamed. “So, they did notice that we’re always here. It wasn’t for nothing.”
“You should have just given me your number when I asked,” Adam said.
Jasmine was just thankful he wasn’t responding to Elyse. Or trying to get any information he could from her. Jasmine knew she would readily give it.
Out of the corner of her eye, she could see he was watching her carefully, his hand a steady weight on her shoulder. She should have given him her number, but she already felt pathetic enough for having dragged her friends to the same bar for weeks on end in the hopes that she would see him again. From what she could tell by his expression, he didn’t seem put off by the idea even if he had called it “attempted stalking.”
Then, just before he disappeared, he asked her to find him when she was ready to leave.
Well.
Ignoring her friends at that point was useless, Elyse and Taylor had never looked so interested or so devious. They didn’t let up until Jasmine’s daiquiri was emptied and she was psyching herself up to head over to Adam; at that point, they managed to control themselves and focused on boosting her confidence. It was much needed to quell the nerves that were running through her body.
Not looking at him and his table was crucial to maintaining her nerves. She was desperate to know if he was looking at her, but if she caught him looking back she’d melt into the chair she was sitting on.
Jasmine didn’t need to be looking, though. Not when Elyse and Taylor were giving her a play-by-play of everything they were seeing.
One more daiquiri later, Jasmine made her decision. She felt good; she felt loose. Without a single word to her friends, she rose to her feet and crossed the room to Adam.
The table of men fell quiet when she got close, their silence noticeable compared to the once raucous noise. Adam was, in fact, staring right at her, and he hadn’t stopped since she started moving; Jasmine felt the weight of his attention right in her core.
She didn’t stop at the table—didn’t stop at all—just made eye contact with Adam long enough to wink before she headed straight for the door. He was standing next to her before she even stepped foot outside.
His hollering teammates echoed in her mind even with the door shut behind them.
As they stood outside in the chilly March air, she said, “Jasmine. My name’s Jasmine.”
Adam put his arm around her shoulder, pulling her close.
“Can I call you Minnie?”
“Nobody else does, really.”
“Sounds great, then. It’s just for me.”
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