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[sakashq]

The dad!Pedri fic was tooooo good we need a dad!Trent arnold fluff i beg😞

She’s Mine (pt. ii.) 𝜗𝜚 trent alexander x fem!reader

❄️ It’s Christmas time and you and your husband take your two girls ice-skating.

❄️ no warnings! just fluff <3

❄️ she’s baccckkkk! i love you sm trent arnold you’ll always be in my heart 💞💞💕💕

❄️ DTS . . . @ar4ujos @halfwayhearted @planetpedri @joaoflms @iovepoem @hrts4havertz

You and your family of four are in the car, heading to the ice-skating rink. You and Trent decided to take your two daughters, Amora and Amerie ice-skating, as the oldest had been begging to go.

Amora was only four, but she swore she would be as good as the figure skaters on TV. She’d never been, which made it all the more funnier.

“Okay, you girls ready?” Trent asked as he pulled into an open parking spot.

“Yes!” your daughters shouted in excitement, ready to get on the rink.

Before getting out you warned them, “There’s gonna be a lot of people, so just hold on to mommy or daddy, okay?”

Your daughters okay’ed in agreement, and you all made your way inside of the rink. You laced up your three year old, Amerie’s skates while Trent handled Amora.

The four of you got on the rink together, Trent holding Amora’s hand and you holding Amerie’s.

Trent and Amora were in front of you, and you could see your daughter struggling. “Daddy, I’m gonna fall,” she whined, trying to use her free hand to stabilize her.

“Don’t worry, baby, I’ve got you,” he responded. “Look, watch how daddy does it.” He picked her up, putting her on his neck and held her tightly as he skated through the rink.

Amora giggled and said, “Daddy, put me down, put me down!” You smiled as you watched your husband and oldest play around.

“Mommy, I wanna be like Amora,” Amerie whined with a pout.

“Okay, okay, come here, darling,” You picked her up too, letting her act as if she was flying while you skated. You caught up with Trent, him with Amora still on his neck.

“Daddy, look at sissy! She’s flying!” Amora exclaimed, pointing in excitement.

Trent smiled and said, “Sissy’s a supergirl, isn’t she?”

“And she’s all ours,” you looked at your husband with a smile.

[sakashq]

i just wanna send u all the love for that jude food u wrote. it was amazing and devastating in the best way lmao. the accusations of u demeaning blk women are bullshit like actually esp since this is smth a ton of us have gone through. 🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽

aw thank you sm babe ���💝

[sakashq]

why do i request things that make me wanna cry.

sooo…. saka fic but when the reader/oc is in love w his best friend and he just can’t accept that☺️💕

Bad Religion. Bukayo Saka

୨ৎ⋅˚₊‧ 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ♥︎ ⋅ ˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊ ♡︎

pair ; Bukayo Saka x Fem!Reader

disclaimer ; Angst - no happy ending

d speaks ; specially dedicated to my beautiful girl, @sakashq ! you’re amazing and a great writer, don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. i love you tons. also, sorry this is so short !!

It was a beautiful day, Saka woke up refreshed and thought today would be great. He called you and asked if you wanted to go to a restaurant that he knew was your favorite.

He was so excited to hear accept his invitation, but you asked if he could bring his friend along. He said yes to you but his heart dropped.

He knew your feelings for his best friend, but this was his last straw. He also knew that his best friend was just leading you on, he had told him to quit it ages ago. The two had gotten into so many fights and you were the main reason why, Saka always told him that you were the wrong girl to be playing like that.

Once you all arrived at your favorite restaurant, you all started to converse per usual. You had realized Saka was looking at you particularly different than he usually did, or that you noticed of.

Once you guys wrapped up lunch, Saka was zoning out as you talked to his friend, laughing at all of his jokes and looking at him with such admiration in your eyes. He was done.

“I’m gonna head home…” He blurts out. “What? Why?” You say with a frown creeping up on your face.

“I’m not going to sit here and watch the girl that I’ve been in love with for years stare at my best friend with goo-goo eyes when he’s just leading her on. I can’t watch this jackass treat you like you’re some other girl, because in my eyes you’re much more than that! I’m sick of putting myself through this when I know both of your true feelings, that’s all.”

Your jaw completely dropped. You had no idea he had these feelings.

You feel like such a jerk replaying in your mind all you’ve said to him about how much you like his friend.

“Saka, I..” You say as tears swell up in your eyes, you feel like such a bitch.

Before you can say anything, he storms off and leaves.

୨ৎ⋅˚₊‧ 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ♥︎ ⋅ ˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊ ♡︎

@dylvnstape ! @ar4ujos @planetpedri @halfwayhearted @percys-princess @hrts4havertz @icopewithfanfictions @livelovepercabeth @jfelixx11 @ultraviolencewh0r3s @eyeliketoeatpoosay @riotsuns @bueckrs !! 🤍

[sakashq]

Anyone who has ever felt the way you portrayed your character in your recent Jude fic wouldn’t find it weird. Nowhere did I feel that you were tearing down black women cuz I’ve experienced the same feelings that were described.

It especially sucks when the guys we like only seem to visualize women that don’t look like us as the centre of attention/prettier/or however else it can be said.

The blurb comes off as a written form of catharsis and a post that shows other black women that “hey your feelings are valid and other women also feel the same way.”

Unfortunately though, people are always gonna nitpick and criticize 😕

thank youuu and i thought that was clear but i guess it wasn’t? i wasn’t trying to tear black women down or base it on a failed situationship, i was genuinely basing it off of the real feelings of black women including myself. after this plus my conversation i had on this topic with my friends (who are black women) i see that this is something that other black women also relate to and it genuinely made them feel seen and not like i was tearing them down. that ultimately was the goal, for other black women in the same boat as me to see that they aren’t alone.

[sakashq]

hi talking about this again since it’s clearly an issue! earlier i posted a small blurb or whatever about a black man (jude bellingham) having a black girlfriend but proceeding to only find white women attractive and kind of hate on his girlfriend in a way. this is an actual thing in the black community that we have to deal with and i wanted it to be portrayed and to be seen through the lenses of a black woman so people could truly understand.

i’m not sure what about it came off as weird, whether it was a line or a paragraph, but i will be breaking it down so i can understand what the issue is.

the highlighted line in pink above is something that understandably can come off as odd. like i said above, this was written through the eyes of a black woman who is constantly comparing herself to white women. when you’re comparing yourself to someone, it’s usually because there’s something you think they have better than you. in this case, it was the other womens’ skin color. as i’ve said in the last two posts, i am a black woman and as a black woman, i’ve consistently compared myself to white women in this same way. treating them as if they were above me when really we’re on the same level. as a kid, i used to hate my skin color and think i was “too dark.” like the line says, ‘your skin was the color of dirt.’ i used to constantly compare myself to brown things that weren’t “good” because that’s all i saw myself as. in no way was this supposed to be me talking down on black women or shaming them at all.

the same thing for this paragraph, it’s just another way of black women comparing themselves to white women.

in the rest of the little fic or whatever, it continues on with quotes in italics. some of them are like “why won’t i ever be as pretty as them” etc., etc. again, yet another way of comparing. i’m not trying to talk down on black women or “represent them with my failed situationship” — i was writing as one, for one who felt the same way as me when it came to the media and how they criticize black women and hype up white women.

again, the person or people complaining have chosen to remain anonymous which is fine, but sending it in through my requests isn’t going to help anything. if you’d like to have a genuine conversation and tell me where i went wrong, okay, dm me. but the requests are just pointless and getting us nowhere.

[sakashq]

a happy lamine yamal blurb? a day in together? i love your work! 💞 emphasis on happy

Glue Song 𝜗𝜚 lamine yamal x fem!reader.

🦢 summary. You were feeling sick, but your clingy boyfriend was not going to leave you alone.

🦢 wc. ≈400

🦢 yap! first “no. angst.” now “emphasis on happy”?!?! is sadness just my brand? i’m sorry guys imma fix that soon trust. ☺️💕

🦢 DTS . . . @ar4ujos @halfwayhearted @joaoflms @iovepoem @hrts4havertz @planetpedri <3

You woke up, your throat feeling clogged and your nose stuffed. You were already dreading the day.

You also woke up to your usual ‘good morning beautiful ❤️’ text from Lamine, which almost made everything better. Almost.

You responded with, ‘ahhem, hem, i’m sick 🤒,’ referencing the movie the two of you watched together just nights before. As soon as you responded, Lamine called you.

“Are you actually sick?” He asked you, no greeting or anything.

You couldn’t help but chuckle and respond, “Yes, Lamine.”

“Okay, give me twenty.” Is all he said before hanging up. What did he mean by that?

After twenty minutes you found out. He had gone out to get you breakfast (toast, yogurt, and hot tea) and a small bouquet of flowers. Your mom let him in and he made his way upstairs, surprising you.

“Oh my gosh, Lamine,” you exclaimed, sitting up in bed. “You didn’t have to do any of that.”

He shook his head in disagreement, setting your tray of breakfast on your bed. “No, I definitely did.” He then placed the flowers which were now in a vase on the side table.

You began eating your breakfast silently as he sat down next to you. “Lamine, I’m sick.”

“We’ll be sick together,” he smiled. “How are you feeling?”

“The same since you called me this morning,” you responded. “Did you get yourself anything?”

Lamine nodded, not replying with words. He grabbed the remote to your television and turned on your favorite show, the one he swore he hated, but would always watch with you.

For the next few hours, you and him both rested together cuddled up and watching TV together. At one point you ended up falling asleep, taking a small nap. When you woke up it was 6:00pm, and Lamine was still laying there by your side with you in his arms. He hadn’t noticed you wake up, but you noticed his slight cough.

“Did I get you sick?” You jokingly asked.

“Like I said, we’ll be sick together.”

[sakashq]

THE GREATEST 𝜗𝜚 Jude Bellingham x black!reader

𝜗𝜚 summary. You try so hard for Jude, just to get nothing in return.

𝜗𝜚 warnings. Angst. Y/n usage. Diary of a (sad) Black woman.

𝜗𝜚 wc. ≈400

𝜗𝜚 yap. Nilah try not to write based on herself challenge gooo!! — The Greatest Explained.

You watched him as he scrolled through the endless amount of blonde bombshells— the type of girls who had opposite features to you. Their skin the color of sand and their eyes the color of the ocean. While your skin was the color of dirt with equally as dark eyes to match. You’d never be like them, no matter how much you straightened your hair or followed their trends. You’d always be the girl you’d always been, that little Black girl that just wanted to be seen.

To be loved is to be seen, but your own boyfriend couldn’t even see you for you. He’d always compare you to the girls who made money just for being pretty, getting brand deals and their followers just rapidly increasing all because of their lighter, fairer skin. Your dark skin would never compare.

He liked a few, your own heart aching after each heart on every post. You wanted to scream at him, ask him if he even loved you. If he couldn’t love you because you weren’t as beautiful, as rich, as light as them, then could he love you at all?

“Jude,” you finally spoke, swallowing down the tears. You’ll never look like them.

“Hmm?” He didn’t even look up from his phone. He continued to like more and more posts. Why can’t she look like them?

You looked at him, pain in your eyes. He pretended not to notice. “Do you even love me?” Why isn’t the flat-iron, the basic clothes, and the basic personality not enough for him?

He finally looked over at you. No, I don’t. Instead he said, “Of course I do, Y/n. Why would I not?” Because you don’t look like them. Dress like them. Act like them.

“You don’t show it.” Is it because I’m not as pretty as them?

“I’m sorry,” he frowned, apologizing. “I do love you, really.” You’re not as pretty as them. You never will be.

You nodded solemnly, grabbing your own phone. You feed was just as similar as his was, the same blonde bombshells being a reminder of what you’d never be.

𝜗𝜚 DTS 🦢 @ar4ujos @hrts4havertz @iovepoem @joaoflms @halfwayhearted @planetpedri . . .

[sakashq]

Anything João If U Love Me.

don’t say anything i might just drop some angst tonight …

[sakashq]

Hello ^-^

Could I request lamine boyfriend headcanon? 🌸

If not, that's completely fine!

Have a beautiful day ♡

Lamine Yamal 𝜗𝜚 boyfriend headcannons.

𝜗𝜚 boyfriend!Lamine… who will buy you new flowers every time the last ones die.

𝜗𝜚 boyfriend!Lamine… who will bring food to your house whenever you tell him you’re hungry.

𝜗𝜚 boyfriend!Lamine… who knows exactly how to handle your panic attacks and breakdowns.

𝜗𝜚 boyfriend!Lamine… who will remember what you say you want and then buy it for you when you least expect it.

𝜗𝜚 boyfriend!Lamine… who will show you off whenever he gets the chance.

𝜗𝜚 boyfriend!Lamine… who talks to his mom about you all the time.

𝜗𝜚 boyfriend!Lamine… who brings Keyne around you and loves watching you bond with him.

𝜗𝜚 boyfriend!Lamine… who will talk about you nonstop, even during practice. His teammates always tease him and his coaches always reprimand him.

𝜗𝜚 boyfriend!Lamine… who will carry your heels for you when your feet hurt.

𝜗𝜚 boyfriend!Lamine… who will go all out for your birthday, surprising you more and more each year.

𝜗𝜚 boyfriend!Lamine… who is super clingy and just wants you all to himself.

𝜗𝜚 boyfriend!Lamine… who will help you study for big exams and tests.

𝜗𝜚 boyfriend!Lamine… who will beg you to play football with him, even if you’re horrible at it.

𝜗𝜚 boyfriend!Lamine… who will claim he hates the shows you watch, but be more into them than you.

𝜗𝜚 boyfriend!Lamine… who will tease you over little things, but then reassure you afterwards.

𝜗𝜚 boyfriend!Lamine… who is interested in trying anything from your culture, including food and customs.

𝜗𝜚 boyfriend!Lamine… who shows interest in your interests, and even gets into them as well.

💕 yap! I hope you like these 😕 I’ve never done bf!headcannons before so I pray these fit your liking 🙏🏾.

DTS ۫ ꣑ৎ @ar4ujos, @planetpedri, @halfwayhearted, @hrts4havertz, @iovepoem, @joaoflms 🩷

[sakashq]

𐙚 nilah’s recommendations.

these consist of all things football related, as i am a football tumblr page. everything in here is family friendly and separated by team and league the player is in. there will be one fluff, one angst, and one random one that i liked. as i read more, the list will continue on and just be random from that point on. none of these are by me. all credits go to the original writers. this list is incomplete and will be added to as i read more.

* there is a recommendation in here that is written by me but only because the player is super underrated and has nearly nothing 😭. it was also my first work on here and i’m kind of proud of it sooo!!

fluff 𝜗𝜚 angst 𐙚 misc. ꣑ৎ.

𐙚 La Liga.

Fc Barcelona.

Lamine Yamal - “A day with Keyne” by @shitsndgiggs. 𝜗𝜚

Lamine Yamal - “Means Something” by @halfwayhearted. 𝜗𝜚

Lamine Yamal - “If you want to” by @planetpedri. 𝜗𝜚

Pedri Gonzalez - “Gold star” by @planetpedri. 𝜗𝜚

Pedri Gonzalez - “Die with a smile” by @halfwayhearted. 𝜗𝜚

Pedri Gonzalez - “I’m sorry” by @p8dris. 𝜗𝜚 + 𐙚

Pablo Gavi - “Barça boy” by @iamred-iamyellow. ꣑ৎ

Pablo Gavi - “So strong” by @strawberryblue-blog. 𝜗𝜚

Pablo Gavi - “Hidden commitment” by @loviingpedri. 𝜗𝜚 + 𐙚

Alejandro Balde - “Hide and seek” by @pdriesta. 𝜗𝜚 + 𐙚

Alejandro Balde - “Attached by the hip” by @httpsdana. 𝜗𝜚

Alejandro Balde - “Untitled” by @blackgirlwhowrites2k23. ꣑ৎ

Héctor Fort - “Plus one” by @zombvic. 𝜗𝜚 + 𐙚

Héctor Fort - “Only angel” by @planetpedri. 𝜗𝜚

H��ctor Fort - “Es por ti” by @halfwayhearted. 𝜗𝜚

Pau Cubarsí - “Coming clean” by @planetpedri. 𐙚 + 𝜗𝜚

Pau Cubarsí - “Hard launch” by @rafesgirliexoxo. ꣑ৎ

Pau Cubarsí - “Best friends” by @paucubarsisimp. 𝜗𝜚 + ꣑ৎ

Real Madrid.

Jude Bellingham - “22:32” by @kyliansupremacy. ꣑ৎ

Jude Bellingham - “Safe place” by @calif0rnia-lovers. 𝜗𝜚

Jude Bellingham - “First match” by @kairawrites. ꣑ৎ

Vinícius Junior - “Welcome Home” by @myreveriie. 𝜗𝜚

Vinícius Junior - “Crossing lines” by @starlitmelanin. 𝜗𝜚

Vinícius Junior - “Love’s in the air” by @forzarma. 𝜗𝜚

Vinícius Junior - “My girl” by @lewisvinga. 𝜗𝜚

Eduardo Camavinga - “Protector” by @dreamonseems. 𝜗𝜚

Eduardo Camavinga - “Calling it fine” by @featguler. 𝜗𝜚

Eduardo Camavinga - “Guessing every gaze” by @featguler. 𝜗𝜚

Arda Güler - “We don’t talk about it” by @featguler. 𐙚

Arda Güler - “Fallingforyou” by @halfwayhearted. 𝜗𝜚

Arda Güler - “Jealous” by @digitaldiarystuff. 𐙚 + 𝜗𝜚

Arda Güler - “A dozen delicate kisses” by @planetpedri. 𝜗𝜚

Arda Güler - “Meeting your boyfriend’s parents” by @jsprnt. 𝜗𝜚

𐙚 Premier League.

Arsenal.

Bukayo Saka - “How” by @halfwayhearted. 𐙚

Bukayo Saka - “Wait ‘till you get home” by @planetpedri. 𝜗𝜚

Bukayo Saka - “Always forever” @planetpedri. 𝜗𝜚

Bukayo Saka - “Clingy” by @lomltrentarnold. 𝜗𝜚

Bukayo Saka - “I’m a Starboy” by @libraryofloveletters. ꣑ৎ

Bukayo Saka - “Pets at home” by @azulera. 𝜗𝜚

Leandro Trossard - “Cherry Pit” by @planetpedri. 𝜗𝜚

Leandro Trossard - “Softly” by @planetpedri. 𝜗𝜚

Leandro Trossard - “Can’t sleep (without you)” by @julianalvarez9. 𝜗𝜚

Leandro Trossard - “My Angel” by @sakashq. 𝜗𝜚 + 𐙚

[sakashq]

Love Drought. jude bellingham x fem!reader

🤍 summary: After his move to Real Madrid, Jude hasn’t been the same loving boyfriend you once had.

🤍 wc: 600+

🤍 warnings: y/n usage. I HATE IT. oh and angst! sorry guys 💕💕💕

🤍 yap! this is based on my current situation i fear 🤦🏾‍♀️🤦🏾‍♀️ i swear this is the last time i’ll bring my ex into my work💔

🤍 my girls <3 EXTRA SPECIAL dedication to @hrts4havertz because she is jude’s wife i fear. and to @ar4ujos @halfwayhearted @iovepoem @joaoflms &&. @planetpedri

Flexibility was always something you were capable of. So when your boyfriend Jude signed a contract for a team in Spain, of course you agreed to make the move for him. You loved the beauty of Spain anyway and ended up residing in the heart of the country. Besides, if things didn’t work out, you would still want to live here. You had made new friends and gotten a better job than the one back in Germany — life was just better in Spain.

Until it came time for him to actually play for the team. With Dortmund, Jude was amazing at balancing both you and his career. But now at this higher-level club, it seemed like he had just pushed you aside and only worried about his new club. It was great that he was focused on making the team proud, but that left zero time for you. Whenever he was home (he was always out with his new teammates), he’d barely acknowledge you and brush things off. Your friends called it the “Madrid curse.” Once signing with the team, they brainwash you. Obviously it was a silly joke, but sometimes it lingered in the back of your mind. Was this club destroying your relationship?

You never brought it up because you didn’t wanna seem selfish. He’s focusing on his career, he’s doing big things! That’s amazing, is it not? If you brought it up, it’d just make you seem like a jealous girlfriend. Even if you kind of were.

It got to the point where dates didn’t happen either. Someone who used to try and take you out once a week now only glanced at you once a week, every other time getting ready for football or hanging out with his new football friends. It was all him, him, him. Never any time for you.

Okay, that’s fine. He’s trying to establish relationships with his new teammates. But what about the relationship he already had? The one with his loving and loyal girlfriend that moved across the continent for him? Why was there no time for her?

For the first time in ages, the two of you were sat on the couch together. You sat away from him, sitting in nothing but silence. He looked over at you, raising a brow.

“What’s the matter with you?” He asked, crossing his arms.

“Nothing,” you mumbled. “I’m fine.”

“Don’t seem too fine. Talk to me,” he responded, his body now turned and facing you.

You stared blankly at him, unsure if you really wanted to talk to him right now. You sighed, deciding communication was probably needed in this situation. “You barely have time for me anymore. I get it, you’ve joined a new club and you need to bond with your teammates. But do you really need to every night?”

He looked at you, almost as if he was going to laugh. “So you’re jealous of Vini, Aurélien, and Eduardo is what I’m hearing?”

“Jude, I’m being serious.” You looked at him, your face and body language very solemn.

“Okay,” he nodded. “Okay, hear me out. You get ready, dress and wear whatever you want however you want and I take you wherever you wanna go.”

You frowned saying, “You don’t get it. Weeks of craving your attention, and you think it’ll just be resolved by one date. It’s just gonna go back to the way it was afterwards.”

“Well what do you want me to do, Y/n? I’m trying here,” his voice raised a little, startling you. “I can’t make time for Madrid and you.”

Your face dropped, your heart going with it. If you weren’t upset then, you definitely were now. What did he mean by that? “So you could with Dortmund but you can’t now because it’s a slightly bigger club? You’re an asshole, you know that?”

“It’s a lot more draining with Madrid, Y/n. You don’t get it,” he shrugged.

“No, I get it. It’s fine, do what you wanna do. You’re gonna realize how good you had it when it’s gone.” You got up from the couch, grabbing your car keys off the coffee table and heading for the door.

Jude got up, ready to chase after you immediately. “Y/n, come on, we can talk about this. Y/n.”

You opened the door, shutting it behind you. Jude followed not too long after.

“Y/n, I’m sorry. Okay, that was a dickhead move. But you leaving doesn’t solve the problem,” he told you. He had a point, sure, but you were mad at him. No way he was gonna win. He was just worried about whether or not you’d be coming back. He loved you dearly, even if he wasn’t currently showing. You leaving upset with him destroyed him. The thought of something happening to you while you were still mad at him paralysed him. He didn’t know if he’d ever forgive himself if something happened.

“Okay, what?” You turned around.

“Come back inside,” he pleaded, his brown eyes begging with him.

Not giving in to his pleas you replied, “No. I can’t get a conversation with you and now you wanna talk. I’m done trying.”

“I know, I know, I fucked up. I didn’t mean what I said, I was just… saying stuff. I don’t want to lose you.” Your heart broke seeing his face, shattering into a million different pieces. Maybe he really wanted to try, or maybe this was just a manipulative move to get you to stay. Either way, you couldn’t help but feel awful. “Please just talk to me.”

You sighed, not responding but walking back over to him. And after a lengthy conversation, everything was okay again. It wasn’t like how it was before, but things were starting to look up. You two agreed to communicate more and take days off just to spend it with each other. After all this, it ended right where it started— the two of you sitting on the coach together, this time with you in his arms.

[sakashq]

Hi! So. I’m going to need a Pedri x reader love confession. Very cute, very silly. No angst. No. Angst.

Thanks!❤️

Coffee. pedri gonzález x fem!reader

🤍 summary: You and Pedri are best friends. Except he wants to be more.

🤍 warnings: pure fluff 💕💕

🤍 wc: 400+

🤍: yap! no. angst?? ☹️😓 ok i guess … based on the song by miguel btw !! NOT chappell roans version…💔 @ar4ujos @planetpedri @hrts4havertz @halfwayhearted @iovepoem @joaoflms

It was strange, how love worked. You loved a lot of people, like your parents and friends. But with your best friend Pedri, it felt different. Like it was a strange and different kind of love. You didn’t know if he felt the same funny feeling or if you were the only one to know about this.

Today, Pedri was to take you out for coffee. This wasn’t unusual, as he had taken you to many places before. However, something about today just felt… different. Weird.

He picked you up from your house and as you usually did, you both held conversation while in the car. Pulling up to the cafe, the two of you went inside and got in line to order your drinks.

It was important to note that today you put in extra effort with your makeup, hair, and outfit— keeping it simple enough for coffee but cute enough for Pedri. He clearly noticed this as he said, “You look pretty” as you two stood in line.

“Thank you,” you replied with an uncontrollable smile, trying to swallow the butterflies you were feeling.

Once it was time for the both of you to order, you got your usual. Instead of getting his usual, he opted for the same thing you got. Weird.

“Wow, okay copycat,” you playfully rolled your eyes as the two of you stood to the side, waiting for your coffees to be ready.

He chuckled and said, “Last time we were here, yours was better than mine. I wanna try it for myself.”

The last time the both of you went to that cafe together was only last week. You recalled it very well, though, remembering him begging you for a sip of yours and then taking it when you were distracted. You almost smiled at the thought, but then stopped yourself.

You received your coffees, deciding to sit in again today. “You were right, mine is really good,” you told him after taking a sip of your beverage.

Pedri looked at you with a beam, taking a sip as well. After a few moments in a comfortable silence, you scrolling through your phone and him trying to make himself seem busy, he finally spoke. “Can I tell you something? And if I tell you this, you have to promise it won’t change anything no matter the outcome.”

“Okay, I’m scared,” you awkwardly chuckled. “Did you kill someone?”

“No, I— What? Okay, anyway, I sort of kind of have feelings for you. And it’s totally fine if you don’t feel the same way, but I just wanted to tell you.”

You almost didn’t know how to respond, his confession leaving you at a loss for words. “You what?”

“Please don’t make me repeat myself,” he groaned.

“No, I… What the fuck, Pedri, I was planning on saying it first,” you teased, giving him a smile.

“You feel the same way?” He asked, his eyes sparkling with hope.

You laughed and said, “It wasn’t obvious? Your whole team knew before I did.”

Pedri chuckled saying, “Okay, well I’m glad you feel the same way.”

“So?”

“So what?”

You looked at Pedri, your teasing smirk coming back. “I think you have a question to ask me.”

“Y/n, come on—”

You cut him off, saying, “Ah, ah, ah. Come on, I’m waiting.” You crossed your arms, enjoying the banter between you two.

He playfully rolled his eyes and said, “Will you be my girlfriend?”

Giving him a hard time you responded, “Hm… I guess.” You added a shrug, making it seem to him like you didn’t really care. He obviously knew this was a joke, as the two of you went back and forth like this all the time.

“Okay, girlfriend, I’m already getting sick of you,” he joked.

“I fear you aren’t ready for what’s to come.”

[sakashq]

hey so as your self proclaimed new bff. yeah. give me some pedri fluff with light angst. but not like your psycho cheating type angst. Okay.???? Got it.??

Right Here. pedri gonzález x footballer!reader

🤍 summary: The wedge between Désirée and Pedri begins to thicken as their rival teams begin to instigate the downfall of their relationship.

🤍 warnings: slight angst😓 not ‘psycho cheating type angst’ tho!!

🤍 face claim: my baby naomie feller <3

🤍 wc: 700+

🤍 yap! hi bells ily 💕 (i’m sorry) @planetpedri @ar4ujos @halfwayhearted @iovepoem @joaoflms @hrts4havertz

There was only a minute left in the match and the Real Madrid Femenino were beating the Athletic Club Femenino 1-0. Désirée were on the pitch, running the ball down the field. As a striker, it was mostly up to her to score. However, this defender was down her back, giving her no choice but to pass the ball. Passing it to your winger teammate, she kept sprinting to give her teammate a place to pass to.

Getting ahead of her defender, Désirée’s teammate passed the ball to her again and she took the shot. . . Goal!

The fans in the stands had began screaming and cheering, along with her teammates celebrating with her. Désirée did a different celebration this time, posing like a model as her best friend on the team, Linda Caicedo, acted as her photographer. The rest of her teammates caught on, Carla Camacho actually joining in.

As soon as that was over, her nearby teammates hugged her and she pointed to the stands; where her boyfriend, Pedri was, cheering her on.

Now, not many people knew about Désirée and Pedri’s relationship. It was a secret that only Linda and Gavi really knew about, deciding that the rivalry was too deep for it to be public. She still went to his matches, although not in his jersey. He insisted on coming to this one, deciding that he would just sit in a spot where no one important would see him. Of course Pedri was always wrong and Désirée was always right, because as soon as that celebration went on the internet, the sleuths of Real Madrid and Barcelona put two and two together that he was in fact in attendance.

Gavi alerted Pedri immediately, sending him a screenshot of what appeared to be him in the stands. Pedri physically felt his heart drop, the text making him look around with anxiety. It wasn’t that people knew that was the problem— it was that Désirée didn’t yet know that they were public now. He knew she was adamant on keeping it a secret, knowing the rivalry was going to push something into them. Of course Désirée was always right.

After the match, her and her team hit the locker rooms and changed to get on with their days. After done, Désirée went to go find Pedri where he said he’d be — just around the corner from the locker rooms.

When she spotted him, she gave him a smile. He hesitantly smiled back, unsure whether or not to break her happiness.

“Hi baby!” She exclaimed. “Did you see my goal?” Désirée wrapped her arms around him, giving him a kiss on the cheek as she did.

“Hey,” he replied. “Yeah, I saw it. You did amazing out there, Dés. I’m proud of you.”

Désirée let go of him, trying to hold in another smile. “Wanna go get dinner? After I shower and get dressed obviously.”

“Yeah, um, actually can I tell you something?” Worst way to state a question when speaking to Désirée. She immediately thought something was wrong. Maybe it was, but now her head was going into the worst places imaginable. Was it going to be over between them? Was he finally done with her?

She inhaled sharply, preparing herself for what ever was to come. “Anything.”

“Your celebration… Everyone found out. We’re all over the internet,” Pedri said sheepishly, fearing her reaction.

Dés didn’t speak for a second, freezing up. They found out? All because of some dumb gesture she made after her goal? What did people think about them? What did they think about her? Instead of discussing her worries she just said, “Oh, okay.”

Pedri raised a brow. “You’re not mad?”

“No I…” She knew what was to come. The internet was going to turn against Pedri for betraying Barcelona by getting with a Real Madrid player. They were going to hate her. Slaughter her. She just had to mentally prepare herself for this. “It’s fine. I don’t care if you don’t.”

“Déssie, we’ve been together for three months and never have you said you wanted to be public. What’s going on?” Pedri inquired.

“Nothing. Maybe it was time to go public,” Désirée shrugged. “Come on, let’s go.”

Back at Dés’ apartment, Pedri waited for her to be done with her shower and getting ready so they could go to dinner together. What she didn’t know, though, was that Pedri’s friends began to influence him to leave her.

This wasn’t even the worst of it. Girls flooded Pedri’s DMs saying that they could treat him better than she ever could and even threatened to kill her. It made Pedri think, did he really want you to have to suffer through all of this? She didn’t deserve this treatment and most definitely didn’t deserve the death threats.

Désirée came out of the bathroom, freshly out of the shower. Pedri was sitting on her bed, scrolling through the endless messages of ‘Pedri, leave that Madrid girl!’ As soon as he saw her, he shut the phone off.

Dés noticed this immediately and asked concerningly, “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah. You check your phone since after the match?” Pedri questioned.

“No, why?”

“Nothing. I, um, don’t think I’m gonna make it to dinner tonight. They just pushed our training up to early in the morning and I’m kind of tired,” He told her. She frowned slightly, but understood.

Désirée nodded and said, “That’s fine. Let me know when you get home, okay?”

He nodded in return, getting up and leaving the bedroom. No hug or kiss? He never left her without giving her one or the other. He also never just left with barely an explanation. And his phone. Why’d he turn it off as soon as he saw her? Was there another girl he was going to see?

“Okay, bye?” She stood up, walking to her doorway and watching him open her front door. It came out like a question, like a ‘Hello, why didn’t you say anything?’

“Bye,” Pedri said.

“I love you,” she replied, just as he shut the door.

She’d checked his location. He was home and he had been for twenty minutes. No text, no call. Maybe he fell asleep. Maybe he was busy. Or maybe that other girl was at his house.

Désirée didn’t know anything. She wasn’t even sure if she wanted to know. If he was cheating did she really want to find out, especially with their relationship still blossoming?

Despite trying to fight the urge, she called him. His voice sounded from the other line after three rings. “Hello?”

“Did I do something wrong?” She immediately asked. She just wanted to know answers.

“Dés, can we not do this right now?”

That set her off. “Are you serious? Are you fucking serious? I’m trying to have a genuine conversation with you and you’re saying ‘can we not do this right now?’”

“Désirée, have you even checked Instagram? My friends, my fans, my teammates are all saying things about you and our relationship and it’s throwing me off. People are threatening to kill you, Dés. You don’t deserve to be with someone whose fans will risk jail time for their idol.” She felt her heart break with these words, the tone in his voice physically killing her.

She didn’t even know how to respond. Once she did, her voice began to crack and tears stung in her eyes. “So what, you’re breaking up with me? Because of your fans?”

“Now that you say it, it sounds stupid but I… I don’t want to put you through that.”

Désirée wiped a stray tear from her face and replied, “Pedri, I’m willing to endure it all if it means I get to be with you. I don’t want our relationship to end over something this stupid.”

“I know, I know. Please don’t cry, Déssie. I love you. I just want what’s best for you. I’m right here.”

“Don’t do this, Pedri. Please.”

“Okay. But if anything happens that will hurt you, I can’t promise to stay. I don’t want anything bad to happen to you.”

Désirée calmed herself down, wiping her face. “I’m sorry, I love you.”

“Why are you apologizing, baby?” He sounded genuinely concerned, like he felt awful for hurting her.

“I… I don’t know. Don’t scare me like that again, okay?”

“I promise. Always and forever.”

She repeated softly, “Always and forever.”

[sakashq]

IM SICK

“i wanted it to be you” fic when saka and reader are in the middle of a ‘mutual’ (he brings it up) break up 😖😖 reader (ME) is in tears and he’s just hugging and comforting her ☺️💕

How — Bukayo Saka.

Pairing: Bukayo Saka x Fem!Reader

Summary: This wasn’t something you would have initially wanted. But you knew everything would be okay in the end.

Word Count: 390+

Disclaimer/s — Angst, slight (?) comfort, hopeful-ish ending!

A/N: For you Nai… hey… I fear I’m sick and it’s YOUR. FAULT.

You couldn’t, for the life of you, grasp why he suddenly wanted to break up. Well—you did. You knew it would be beneficial for both of you if you parted ways, but it still didn’t change the fact that you didn’t actually want to go through with it. The plans you both made to stay on top of everything worked. Or at least you thought they did.

“I’m sorry,” Saka said for what seemed like the fifth time, his hands clenching into fists at his sides as he fought the urge to wipe your tears. “Trust me when I say this is hard for me, too.”

You inhaled sharply and nodded. “I… know it is.”

After that, neither of you spoke. You couldn’t, and he just… didn’t want to, knowing that if he did, he’d have to say something about having to leave.

If there was one thing he knew, it’s that he most definitely didn’t want to leave you. Ironic, isn’t it?

Though the silence was getting hard to deal with.

You just wanted to get one last thing out before he even had the chance to mention leaving. Feeling a fresh wave of tears crash over you, you broke completely and stammered, “I wanted it to be you.” You hesitated, “I wanted it to be you.”

Oh, he felt completely and utterly sick. He forgets about trying to form boundaries and is in front of you in the blink of an eye, his hands gently placing themselves on your forearms before sliding up and around you, pulling you into a hug.

“I know,” he whispers into your hair, his grip on you tightening ever-so-slightly. “Me too—me too. I wanted it to be you, too. Trust me when I say that. Please trust me. It’ll always be you, okay?”

The switch from his ‘I wanted it to be you’ to ‘it’ll always be you’ was something that made your clutch on his hoodie relax. It will always be you. Like, after this, what he needed to accomplish will be over and done with, and the two of you would be able to try things again. To do things right.

“It’ll always be you,” the man repeated, like a mantra. It not only eased you, but him as well.

You could only hope that things would work out.

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DT(s) — @planetpedri + @spidybaby + @sakashq + @ar4ujos + @joaoflms ! ౨ৎ

[sakashq]

i do in fact #NEEDTHAT.

Heyyy, I love your work so much. Please could you do a Hector Fort x reader, where she meets his friends for the first time and she’s super nervous because she knows how close they are and stuff. Thank you xx

Es Por Ti — Héctor Fort.

Pairing: Héctor Fort x Fem!Reader

Summary: Meeting his friends was a reminder you knew you’d have to face soon. Maybe it wouldn’t end up being so bad.

Word Count: 605+

Disclaimer/s — Nothing! I don’t think!

A/N: I didn’t know who to choose for his friends so… hi… haha. Also, can we get a ‘nervous’ word count because girl fuck 🤦‍♀️

“Héctor—what if I said I don’t think I can do this?”

The boy whips around to look at you, his gaze on you softening when he takes in your demeanor. Your hands are fiddling with each other and your bottom lip is in between your teeth as you stare up at him. Your nervousness is quite palpable!

He gently takes your hands in his. “Hey, I wouldn’t be upset or anything. You don’t even have to meet them now. We can always reschedule. Just say the word and I’ll text them, I promise. But just know I’ll be right beside you the entire time.”

That was enough for you to relax. It was true. He wouldn’t leave your side, why would he? Why would you even think for a second he’d leave you?

“I can do it,” you replied, unsure if it was clear you were trying to convince him more than yourself.

Héctor nods, his lips spreading into a loving smile until his eyes flicker behind you. “Good, that’s good. Because they’re actually walking up to us.”

Your eyes widen and you’re suddenly taking subtle steps behind your boyfriend, whose stupid smile has turned into a full-blown smirk. “What! I couldn’t even—I didn’t—oh, my God. You’re sick.”

“Who’s sick?” A boy questions, making you stiffen and meet his—or rather, their—gaze. You had made Héctor show you their faces and tell you their names so you wouldn’t have to deal with the awkward introductions. Yet, you knew it would be inevitable. “One of you guys aren’t feeling well?”

This one just so happened to be the Pau Cubarsí, along with Lamine Yamal, Pablo Gavi, and Alejandro Balde. His smile widened when you looked at him. “No, we’re fine. It—” you clamped your mouth shut and instead introduced yourself, saying your name. They gratefully did the same.

“It’s nice to meet you. He talks about you a lot.”

That catches your attention and you’re instantly tilting your head. “Yeah? All good things, I hope?”

Pau nods, confirming your inquiry. “Very good things. He can’t shut up about you. Every second, something happens that has anything to do with you or the things you do, and he goes into a rant.”

Now it’s as if a switch has been flipped inside you.

You weren’t even nervous anymore. It was like the emotions you were feeling before had transferred to Héctor, with the way his face reddened and jaw clenched. “Oh! Well, would you want to sit? You guys can tell me all about it. And I mean all of it.”

Balde laughs, clasping a hand on the Fort boy’s shoulder and resting his forehead against it for a split moment. “What did we say? Warned you.”

“Shut up,” he grumbled, following you as you guided them to an empty booth and sat down.

How could you have been nervous not even five minutes ago and now be all smiles? All because he talked about you… all the time. So what if he talked about you? You were worth talking about.

“You coming?” Lamine calls out, his gaze trained on Héctor who purses his lips. “We’re about to tell her what happened during warm-ups last week.”

Oh, boy. Holding in a sigh, he took a seat beside you, resting an arm over your chair while they went on and on about embarrassing moments of the boy. All you did was sneak glances at him and smile when you saw how unamused he looked.

The reasons as to why you were nervous in the first place didn’t really seem like reasons now.

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[sakashq]

i love u forever bukayo<3.

what if… saka fic where the reader/oc is scared he’s fallen out of love w her and he reassures her 😓😓

Wait till you get home — Bukayo Saka.

Pairing: Bukayo Saka x Fem!Reader

Summary: Bukayo had been distant, leading you to believe he wasn’t as in love with you—if even, anymore. That was not the case and Bukayo’s actual reasoning for it, was not what you expected.

Word count: 745+

Disclaimer/s: Angst to fluff !

A/N: Hi Nilah bae I hope you like ^_^ i lowk gave up

The house had a cold atmosphere around it. You’d stress cleaned the entire house and more. You were doing everything to keep your mind from running to the places you’d been avoiding all week.

And that was, your boyfriend. Out of seemingly nowhere two weeks ago, he started to grow distant. He took you out less, kissed you less.. he just wasn’t acting normal.

At first, you pushed it aside. He was under a lot of stress, maybe that was why. Then, when it didn’t go away, your thoughts darkened. A small part of you even thinking that maybe, just maybe, he was falling out of love.

The sound of the front door clicking open had you freezing mid vacuuming. Your eyes snap up, landing on your boyfriend. He was sweaty, meaning he hadn’t showered before leaving.

You had waited for him to come home all day to talk, but seeing him now? You couldn’t get yourself to.

“Hey.” Bukayo greets, kicking off his shoes and setting his bag on the ground. Before you had a chance to reply, Bukayo’s eyes sweep around the house, his eyebrows knitting together. “How long have you bern cleaning?”

Your tongue pokes at your cheek, “all day.” You mumble.

“All day?” He repeats your words, taking slow steps in your direction. “Why?”

Shifting on your feet, you turn to unplug the vacuum. “Do I need a reason to clean?” Your words come out harsher than you meant to, taking Bukayo by surprise.

“You don’t deep clean unless you’re extra stressed.” He’s by your side, hand wrapping around your bicep, “what’s going on?”

Your body tenses at his touch. Eyes flickering down to his hand, you frown. That’s the longest he’d even bothered touching you in weeks. A bitter taste forms in your mouth. “Nothing. Do you want dinner?”

Dropping his hand, Bukayo sighs. “I can make it, what do you want?”

Wrapping the chord around its hook, you set the vacuum aside. “I already ate, so, I don’t want anything. Plus, you need to shower. I’ll made you something.”

Your cold, snappy words had Bukayo stopping in his tracks. “Okay, what’s wrong?” He turns to face you, tilting his head to the side and giving you a warning look. “And don’t lie this time. Please?”

Gaze drifting to the floor, you shuffle uncomfortably. “Fine. You. You’re what’s wrong.” You spare him a small glance, eyes filled with concern.

Bukayo’s expression flattens, “what?”

“Don’t play stupid! You’ve been so distant for the last few weeks! Are you like—I don’t know, are you not in love with me anymore? Am I making your life difficult or—“ You clamp your mouth shut, stopping the rambling.

When you look up, your boyfriend stared at you with his mouth agape, words failing him. He collects himself, “That is the furthest thing from the truth. Where is that even coming from? Of course I love you!” His hands fly up in defense, “Baby, I—“ His mouth purses, motioning with his hands for you to come to him.

Refusing, you shake your head. “No, no. I just want answers! Why are you being weird and distant!”

Bukayo taps his foot against the wooden floor. “I was planning a surprise party for you. Your birthday is coming up and I didn’t want to spoil it. You know I can’t keep secrets! I didn’t think I was being that distant.” His confession leaves you, well—stunned.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” You laugh, “I literally—you had me so worried! Oh my..” You stop talking, planting your hands on your hips. “That’s a sweet gesture, but seriously, you could have gone about it so much differently.”

Bukayo takes a few steps till he reaches you, “I apologize profusely.” He takes your face in his hands, his words ringing sincere.

Leaning into his touch you let out a long sigh. “Okay, okay. I believe you.”

“And, I love you, obviously.” He continues, “always.”

Chuckling, you nod your head. “I love you, too. Always.” When Bukayo leans in for a kiss, you dodge his face. “Shower first! Please. You stink.”

Bukayo rolls his eyes, “it’s not that bad.”

“Well..” You shrug, “shower first. I’ll make you dinner, then you can come back to me for that kiss, okay?”

Reluctantly nodding, Bukayo lets go of your face and makes his way toward the bathroom. “I’ll be quick!” He announces over his shoulder.

“Counting on it!” You laugh, opening the fridges door.

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[sakashq]

how did i not catch that