Jul 28, 2024
Simone Biles (hilariously) nursing a calf injury || Olympics 2024
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Simone Biles (hilariously) nursing a calf injury || Olympics 2024
Literally moments later:
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Title: Caught on mic
Pairing: Kenan Yıldız x fem!reader
Summary: The Juventus media thought that putting a wireless mic on Kenan for their training content was a good idea. The only problem? Kenan completely forgets the microphone is attached to him the exact second his girlfriend walks down the the training facility, leaving the admin with a hilarious snippet of a needy and mildly annoying Kenan.💀😭
Warnings: Language, pure fluff, established relationship, needy/annoying boyfriend kenan, heavy teasing, and total adoration.
Word count: 678
The Juventus media crew knew exactly what they were doing when they clipped the tiny, wireless microphone onto the collar of Kenan’s training gear. He was having an incredible season, the energy at the training center was electric, and the media team weren't saving themselves by posting this with the “It's a Kenan fanpage atp” allegations. Lol.
"Just keep it on for the passing drills and all that, just casual audio for the background.”
The social media manager had instructed with a thumbs-up.
Kenan had nodded, giving a quick, polite smile to the camera before jogging out onto the pristine grass, completely focused on the training session.
For the first forty-five minutes, the audio was exactly what they expected: heavy panting, sharp instructions in a mix of Italian and German, the crisp *thud* of the ball against his boots, and playful banter with his teammates.
Then, the session wrapped up, and the players were given a few minutes to wind down on the pitch.
That was the exact moment you walked out of the secure tunnel, dressed in a pair of simple linen pants and a black top, looking effortlessly chic as you leaned against the pitch-side railing. You were just coming down to meet him so you could head home together, completely unaware of the media crew hovering near the corner.
And Kenan? The literal second his eyes spotted his girlfriend walking, his brain completely wiped any memory of the microphone attached to his chest.
In the media room a few hours later, the editor’s headphones practically melted from the immediate shift in the audio. It was way too chaotic and personal for a standard YouTube vlog. It was absolute TikTok gold.
"Babyy," Kenan’s voice cut through the microphone, dropping from his loud, commanding pitch-presence into a whiny, low rumble that the public never got to hear.
The video footage caught him immediately abandoning his conversation with the coaching staff, his long jumpy strides taking him across the grass until he intercepted you right by the barrier. He didn't care that there were still photographers lingering by the boards, or that his teammates were watching.
"Look at you," the mic picked up his chuckle, as he wrapped his large, damp arms completely around your waist, pulling your less bigger frame flush against his chest and burying his face into your neck like a giant, dramatic puppy. "You look so gorgeous, finally you're here."
"Kenan, stop, you're sweaty," your said, laughing voice bled into his microphone, sounding a little muffled because his face was pressed so firmly against your shoulder.
"I don't care," he complained, rubbing his sweaty face against your skin deliberately just to be annoying. The audio captured his contented, deep sigh. " God I missed you the whole morning, The training was damn so long. Tell me you missed me too aṣkim."
You finally pulled away to look at him in his sweaty glory, offering him a shy smile.
“Jeez, you're so dramatic, acting like you didn't see me 4 hours ago” you responded back, trying to push his damp bangs out of his eyes while he stubbornly refused to budge.
"Yeah yeah whatever, i don't care it's been too long," Kenan groaned into your neck, his grip tightening around your waist with a needy tug that anchored you to his side. He was being completely clingy, leaning his entire frame into you. "Come on. Let's get out of here. I want to go home right now."
"Go change first, Yıldız," you teased, patting his chest.
"Only if you wait right outside the door," he bargained, jokingly blocking your path, refusing to let go of your waist until he got his way. "Don't move. Stay right where I can see you."
The audio cut out with one final, loud *smack* of a kiss against your lips before he finally jogged off toward the tunnel, flashing a dimpled, victorious smile back at you.
The next day, when the video dropped, the caption read: *Golden boy? More like lover boy 😭♥️🔥”
And the comments were eating it up.
2024 Paris Olympic gold medalist, JORDAN CHILES + her diamond & gold grill
i bet u let him score all the time, don’t you?
paige bueckers x olympic figure skater gf — headcanons
a/n: okay so I have no idea how but I lost the request for this so I just hope anon that asked will find this!!
genres: winter olympics AU, athlete x athlete, elite sports romance, emotional support
warnings: there is no smut at all but it’s a bit mdni at the end. like nothing bad or something but still..
pb masterlist | masterlist
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•Paige becomes your loudest supporter, even in arenas where cheering is supposed to be “polite.” She tries. She really does. Still ends up clapping too hard and whisper-yelling “that was clean as hell”.
•Before your programs, Paige always finds a quiet corner of the arena. She doesn’t make a show of it, just closes her eyes, hands clasped, whispering a short prayer for you. Not for medals. Not for wins. Just safety, calm, and peace. You don’t believe in the same things, but the intention makes your chest ache in the best way.
•She learns all the technical terms just to understand you better. Jumps, rotations, edges,.. she’s locked in like it’s film study.
•You tease her because she watches your programs like she’s watching a Game 7. Locked posture. Jaw tight. Hands clasped. No blinking.
•Paige wears Team USA gear but always sneaks in something subtle for you. your initials on a bracelet, your number stitched inside her jacket.
•Paige once tells you, a little shy, “I know you don’t believe… but it makes me feel better to put you in God’s hands when I can’t be on the ice with you.” You kiss her cheek and tell her you appreciate it, because love is love, no matter the language.
•You get nervous before skating. Paige doesn’t give speeches, she presses her forehead to yours and says, “You don’t skate to prove anything. You skate because you love it.”
•After your program, whether you medal or not, Paige is waiting with that look. The one that says you did amazing and I’m so proud of you and come here right now.
•You teach Paige how to skate during downtime at the Olympic village rink. She’s athletic but absolutely humbled. You hold her hands. She pretends she’s not scared.
•You tease her gently about her praying sometimes “Did you pray for my jumps today?” and she smiles, nodding seriously like, “Every single one.” It becomes your quiet ritual.
•Media lowkey eats you two up: “Basketball star Paige Bueckers spotted supporting Olympic figure skater girlfriend.” Paige pretends she doesn’t read it. She reads all of it.
•Late nights in the village = quiet decompression. You icing your ankles. Paige massaging your calves. Both of you exhausted but safe together.
•Paige understands pressure in a way very few people do. When you doubt yourself, she gets it, and she never minimizes it.
•When the Olympics end, Paige tells you it’s one of the proudest moments of her life. Not because of medals, but because she got to watch you chase your dream.
mdni headcannons:
•Paige has zero chill when you come back from practice in leggings and a tight Team USA jacket. She pretends to listen while you talk. She is absolutely not listening.
•You stretch in the hotel room and Paige suddenly needs to sit down. On the bed. Very still. Watching. Respectfully. (Not respectfully.)
•She loves the way you smell after the rink. Cold air, sweat, something clean. She nuzzles into your neck and murmurs, “You always smell like you worked for it.”
•Late nights in the Olympic Village mean quiet heat. No chaos, no rushing. Just stolen kisses in hallways, hands sliding under jackets, foreheads pressed together while trying not to laugh.
•Paige absolutely has a thing for your thighs. The power. The control. She’ll rest her hands there like she belongs. Because she does.
•You tease her by skating past her during practice and blowing her a kiss. She texts you afterward: “you’re doing that on purpose and you know it.”
•She murmurs praise in your ear the same way she does on the court. Low, steady, confident. “You were incredible. You always are.”
•There’s something about medals, adrenaline, and hotel rooms that makes Paige’s hands wander more than usual. She always asks. Always waits for your nod.
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THANK YOU for the gaudette polycule. it has really fascinated me. re: wacklins going to michaela for advice, i clearly remember a picture of new year's party where will was sitting next to michaela
I had forgotten that but you're right and now I can only assume she was an important part in coaching Will through The Shift that began with Will's Pens injury and solidified by the time Mack left for the Olympics.
Micaela undoubtedly explaining to Will the mechanics of achieving the dream with your best friend while appearing completely straight
Chivalry is dead | Alexandra Saint Mleux x Reader
pairing . . . alexandra saint mleux x leclerc!reader
summary . . . Everybody thought Alex was dating your older brother Charles, and that you were dating your own person. But when a photo of you two kissing at Jimmy'z got leaked, everything changed
request . . . no!!
word count . . . N/A
warnings . . . none! THIS WAS WHEN ALEX HAD HER INSTA AS PRIVATE !!!!
faceclaim . . . various girls from pinterest!
alexavia yaps . . . WOOHOO GIRLY LOVE!!!!!!! anyway i <3 alex shes so pretty so yes!! first time im writing for a wag which is so excting omg!! timeline doesn't make sense so ignore that! legit took me like 4 days to finish idk why AND ITS KINDA CRNGE AND SHITTY ASL but lets focus on it being published <3
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