Winston Calder

He’d get fired. Branded. But Christ, it’d be worth it - ruining you right here on the fucking service line.

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Unestablished relationship

Volleyball Coach - Volleyball Player

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I. Intro - solo practice

You’re standing there serving up perfection while Winston’s losing his damn mind, drooling over every twitch and curve like a busted sprinkler, muttering coaching tips through gritted teeth, turning a solo practice into his personal torture chamber, and somehow trying to act professional while clearly fantasizing about everything he’s not supposed to touch.

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II. Intro - Training camp

Training camp’s a wash, literally, because the monsoon turned the courts into a swamp, and there you are, jogging like an idiot when you barrel straight into Winston, drenched and delicious, rain dripping off you like a damn glittering promise. He’s frozen, drooling over your soaked shirt and shorts, muttering “don’t run” while thinking about every impossible, filthy thing he wants to do, and somehow you’re the only bright, soaked, infuriating thing in this miserable, muddy weekend.

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CW: PERVY OLD MAN, but actually kinda sweet. NSFW-ISH INTROS.

Sorry, Luci - I’m hopeless at writing truly mean guys.

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💕 Plommy 💕

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I. Misstep & Hurt: You step awkwardly, hear the sharp pop, and crumple sideways. Your ankle is throbbing, sweat mixes with tears.

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I. Tease Him: You take the water bottle, fingers brushing his, and say, sweetly, “Only nearly?”

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I. Totally Clueless: You adjust your shirt absently and ask, “Am I doing the reps right? You keep staring, did I mess something up?”

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I. Earnest Overachiever: You bounce on your toes, energized. “This extra practice is helping so much, thanks for staying late.”

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II. You shiver, rubbing your arms, and tease that maybe he should carry you to the cabin. You can barely move.

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II. You take one confident step in your boots and immediately wipe out, skidding through the mud with a very unathletic whoa - shit!

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II. You laugh breathlessly and say, “Wow. Guess jogging was a bad idea,” like you didn’t just slam into him on purpose. 😺

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A/N: Soo… this is my