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[avalentina]

Love's Booked Part 1 📖

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Warnings: None that I can think of. Some kissing, a bit of angst, but mostly cute fluff.

Word Count: 3.6k

I’m grabbing another box of reshelves when the little chime above the door of Rose’s Books dings. My grandmother used to call me her little rose and it was her who fueled my love of books. When I get out from the storeroom, a young guy about my age is wandering around looking at everything. He looks like he just finished an early evening run. His short hair has these adorable natural curls to it and when his amazing brown eyes meet mine, the box slips from my hands and thumps to the floor, landing on my foot.

“Merda, ouch.” I yelp as he rushes over with a shy smile on his face and grabs the box. Easily hoisting it onto the nearby counter.

“Is your foot okay?” He asks with an American accent and my stomach erupts in butterflies.

“It’s not the first time and it won’t be the last. Bruised toes tend to happen when you own a bookstore.”

“Oh, you own this place? It’s cozy, I like it.” He says, that shy smile back.

“Thank you.”

“I take it you’re Rose?” He asks.

“Well technically my name is Y/N, Rose is a nickname from my best childhood memories, so it seemed fitting. But anyways, did you just come in to browse or are you in need of a specific title?” I ask, shaking myself out of the daze and back into sales mode.

“I was hoping you had a copy of The Sorcerer’s Stone. I lost mine.” He says sheepishly.

“I don’t have The Sorcerer’s Stone, but I do have The Philosopher’s Stone.” I say with a knowing smile.

“I keep forgetting it has a different name in the U.S.” He says and we fill the short walk over to its shelf with talk about Potter. I hand him the book and our fingers brush as he takes it from me.

“All set then, or do you need some time to browse?” I ask, hoping he opts for the latter option.

“I think I will take a peek around if that’s okay?”

“Of course,” I nod. “Can I get you anything to drink? I’m a firm believer that a good book is always better with a comforting drink.” I’ve got a little setup of some espresso, tea options, water, lemonade, and my favorite apple cider behind the register station.

“Maybe just a small lemonade.” He says and I grab him one before going back to my shelving. As I go around the shop reshelving I feel the weight of his eyes on me from time to time and can’t help but take quick glances over at him as well. He’s just so pretty to look at.

I hear the door chime again, as my best friends and business partners Livia and Nico come in to help me close up the shop. Nico grabs his first box and starts reshelving before setting it aside and rushing back over.

“Y/N why is Christian Pulisic in the shop right now?” He asks me and I guess he’s referring to the cute guy with brown eyes.

“He needed a new copy of Philosopher’s Stone. What’s wrong with that?”

“He's Christian Pulisic, one of the new signings for AC Milan.

“So he’s a footballer?” I ask.

“One of the BEST footballers ever. I bought his jersey to wear to games as soon as the transfer was finalized.”

“Okay Nico, breathe, he’s also a normal human being. Why don’t you do the reshelves in the kids section and I’ll finish your area.”

“Would it be a bad time for me to get his autograph?”

“Of course not, happy to chat with a fan.” The guy who I guess is kind of a big deal says to Nico with a genuine smile and extends his hand so Nico can shake it.

“Ciao. È un piacere conoscerti di persona. Sei incredibile. Adoro quando fai scivolare la palla tra le gambe di un altro giocatore, penso che tu la chiami nutmeg, comunque è così bello.” Nico says in rapid fire Italian.

“I'm going to be honest. I have no idea what you just said. I recognized nutmeg but that's about it.”

“Not to worry Christian, I can translate Nico for you. He said, “Hello. It’s nice to meet you in person. You’re amazing. I love it when you slip the ball through another player’s legs, I think you call it a nutmeg, anyway it's so cool.” I say. “Nico just has a tendency to get all of his rushed thoughts and ramblings out in Italian. It's a lot easier.”

“That makes sense. Maybe all I need is an Italian tutor.” He says, looking at me with that shy smile.

“Oooh, Y/N would be amazing at that. After all, she is half American.” Livia chimes in, having finished her round of reshelves.

Christian raises an eyebrow and my face flushes as I explain. “My father was on vacation in Florence when he met my mother who was on holiday there with her friends.”

“Her parents are the best Italian love story. Boy meets girl, boy falls in love with girl, boy and girl enjoy classic Italian food, boy up and moves to Italy to be with girl.” Livia adds and I bury my face in my hands.

“That's actually adorable.” Christian says. “So what do you say? Will you help me learn Italian?”

“I'll think about it.” I reply.

A little bit later Christian is ready to pay and I ring him up. I scrawl my number on the bottom of his receipt along with a little note while he and Nico talk a bit more.

“Text me when you're ready for your first lesson.” It says and I stick it inside the book before handing it to him.

“Receipt is in the book. They make great bookmarks.” I say as he leaves the store.

Later on that night I've just gotten settled in my apartment above the shop when my phone pings with a new text.

Same time tomorrow? He had texted.

I suppose. We can use the lounge area up the rounded staircase in the shop. I answer.

Christian sends back a thumbs up and I go for a quick shower. As I fall asleep I can't help thinking about his pretty face and shy demeanor. But it's the curls on top of his head that get my stomach tingling.

I get dressed the next morning with him in mind. Wearing a slightly lower cut shirt than normal. It's bright red and I pair it with black dress pants and a gold chain style belt. My sneakers are the only thing I refuse to compromise on.

When Christian arrives he's wearing an identical outfit to yesterday but I notice the AC Milan logo on the zip up this time.

“I take it you had training again today,” I say to him.

He nods and follows me up the rounded staircase in the middle of the shop to the mezzanine style space where we have chairs and a sofa set up for anyone who wants to read a bit while they're in the store.

“So what do you know?” I ask him.

“Well I know that Ciaò means hello, arrivederci is goodbye, and grazie is thank you, but that's about it.” He says and I smile.

“And what do you need to prioritize for learning?” I ask next.

“I'd like to be able to communicate with my team on the pitch.” He answers with that cute shy smile. "After that, anything and everything that will help me with press and media interactions."

“So pass, see, drop, ball, cross, shot, man on, etc.?” I clarify after we share a laugh over press and media interactions.

“Yeah that covers most of them, I take it you know football.”

“I know both world football and American Football. Although I'm still not sure I understand how the latter is classified as football when the only players that touch the ball with their feet are the punter and the kicker. Plus it's not even spherical.” I ramble and he lights up with a huge smile.

“I get it. It is kind of funny.” He chuckles. “So does that mean I'll see you at the San Siro?” he asks and this time it's my turn to laugh.

“Maybe for the derby. But I'll be in black and blue.” I say with a smile.

“Ahh, you're an Inter fan.”

“Which makes you the archenemy.”

“Oh no, whatever can I do to change your mind?” He says jokingly.

It was then I noticed that we'd been slowly leaning in closer to each other and now we were just inches apart.

“Fanculo, baciami.” (Fuck it, kiss me.) I say and close the distance pressing my lips against his for a short moment before pulling away.

“Can I grab you something to drink?” I say in an attempt to get a breather, but before I can get up Christian pulls me back, kissing me again. I can't help but kiss him back.

“That, that was amazing.” He says in a whisper, smiling.

Eventually we both venture back down for waters. On his way out for the night Christian kisses my cheek and I blush like crazy. “See you tomorrow Y/N.” He says as he leaves. You wave goodbye and turn your mind to closing up when Livia interrupts you.

“I saw that.” She says with a giggle and I just smile at her. “And don't you have the day off tomorrow?”

“Yeah, he insisted on taking me for ‘an evening coffee and maybe gelato,’ were his exact words.” I say, a smile forming.

“You're into him! OMG wait until I tell Nico!” Livia exclaims. “He'll be begging for pitch side tickets.”

“Oh good Lord, you're right. You can't tell him, at least not yet, let me have tomorrow and then we can talk.” I tell her.

“Oh sure, make me keep gossip this good from my fiance.” She says back and we both laugh.

-The Next Evening-

I pair my favorite navy blue and gold constellations cold shoulder shirt with light wash flare denim jeans and my Ja 1 Chinese New Year sneakers. My Inter Snake necklace and a light gray leather crossbody bag with my wallet, phone, and sunglasses as my only accessories. Christian meets me just outside the bookstore in a white puma tee with a black logo and jeans.

“Bellissima.” (Beautiful.) He says as I exit.

“Grazie.” I say back with a smile.

“Any suggestions on the best spots around here?” He asks and I nod as we make our way to one of my favorite espresso places.

We arrive and take a seat outside as a waiter comes out to greet us.

“Buonasera, cosa posso offrirvi per questa splendida serata?” (Good evening, what can I get you two on this gorgeous night?) The waiter asks.

“Due espressi e due cannoli, per favore, grazie.” (Two espressos and two cannolis please, thank you.) I respond in rapid Italian. Christian just looks at me wide eyed.

“I ordered an espresso and a cannoli for each of us, the ones here are fantastic.”

“Do they have the Italian doughnut ball things?” Christian asks.

“Zeppola?” I ask him back just to confirm we're on the same page.

“Yeah, those.” He says smiling shyly.

“They should, but if you're on a sweet kick you gotta try the cream cheese Sfogliatelle.” I say back.

“I'm sorry, the cream cheese what?” He asks.

“The Sfogliatelle. Sfol-ya-tel-le.” I have him say it until he gets it. Which is pretty quick. “It's basically a croissant filled with cream cheese. They can also be filled with a custard, or sometimes almond paste.” I explain to him.

“I'm at your mercy here, whatever you like I'm down to try.” Christian says before adding, “Go crazy with it, I'm going to have to try it all eventually.”

When the waiter returns with our espressos and cannolis I order the zeppola and sfogliatelle, as well as a cream puff and a classic tiramisu.

Christian's eyes alight when everything arrives. I can't help but comment on it, “Looks like someone has a bit of a sweet tooth.” I say with a laugh.

“I'm usually more careful with it, but this feels like a good time to just let myself enjoy it since I just have light training and film tomorrow. We play Torino on Saturday, my first game at the San Siro.”

We enjoyed the espressos and pastries with light conversation. Christian told me a bit about his time at Chelsea but was very vague about it. It seemed like a place that frustrated him more than anything. After we finished, Christian insisted on paying even after I offered to split it with him considering what I ordered for us. As we were walking back to the store Christian and I exchanged stories about childhood. When I told him I played football at university on a scholarship he seemed pretty impressed and asked if I ever wanted to go pro.

“No. Towards the end of uni I felt more of the stress, I wasn't playing for fun anymore, I wasn't enjoying myself on the pitch, and I realized I didn't want to lose my love for the game.”

“What position did you play?”

“What didn't I play is the better question. I had really good pitch awareness, I acted as the secondary goalkeeper, but I usually played in the center, whether that was at center back or center mid. Sometimes striker, but I liked center back the best. It was more of a defensive midfield almost, with the way we played, but I got my share of goals and assists and a few clean sheets too.”

“Leftie or Rightie?” He asked and I answered with a proud smile on my face. “Dominant leftie.”

“Impressive.”

“I'm also left-handed but I actually golf and bowl right handed.”

“You bowl?”

“Of course, it's great for grip training. It helps exercise and build the muscles in your fingers, which is good for keepers.”

“Ok, damn, that's actually interesting. I'll have to ask Mike if he bowls.” Christian comments just as we reach the shop.

“Well, this is me.” I say and he shakes his head with a smile.

“You live above the store? Why does that not surprise me at all.”

“It's like the shortest commute to work a person can have and then I have more time with Astra and Aurora in the mornings.” I say and Christian raises a brow. “Come on up, I'll introduce you.”

We go up the back set of stairs inside the building and I unlock my door. Astra my huskydoodle and Aurora my havanese are sitting in their respective beds patiently waiting for me to call them out.

“Okay, are you ready?” I ask Christian. They won't bite him or growl or bark obnoxiously, or anything but they will go beg for all the attention. He nods and I give my girls the signal.

“Ciao Ragazze.” I say. At the mention of their code (hi girls) they come rushing out of their beds towards me for a few nuzzles before they begin their investigation of Christian.

Christian ends up spending about twenty minutes with me and the pups, before heading home to get some sleep. I went about business as usual the next morning, it was shipment day so I had plenty to keep me busy all day. Nico arrived late in the afternoon. He does all the businessy managerial paperwork on Fridays. Livia and I call it his office day. I'm on a quick break when Nico comes and grabs me.

“Someone requested you specifically.” He says as I follow him out to the front.

Christian is standing there in his training kit with a small black gift bag. “Hey you,” he says with a smile.

“Hey yourself, I didn't think you'd be by today.” I replied with a wide smile.

“I brought you something.” He says and goes to hand me the bag when Nico pipes up. “Y/N why don't you and Christian head up to your place, I'll close up the store tonight.” He says and shoos us both up the stairwell that's inside the storeroom. Once we get inside and Astra and Aurora settle, Chris hands me the bag. I pull out a badge style pass to the San Siro which is attached to a black lanyard.

“It’s an all-access pass into the tunnel and the reserved section for the game tomorrow.” Christian explains and I sigh.

“I’m flattered, really, but I can't. I work an open to close at the shop.” I say. I go to hand it back to him when my phone buzzes. “What the hell did you do?” I ask Christian after reading my message.

“I messaged Livia about my idea and she said she'd be happy to cover it for you.” He tells me.

“So is this what happens? We kiss twice, go on one maybe-date, and suddenly my world is supposed to revolve around you? Because I hate to break it to you, but that's not how shit works.” I say back, mildly pissed off.

“Y/N no. I'm sorry, I thought I was doing something nice for you.” He says sadly and suddenly I feel like shit for getting pissy with him.

“I'm sorry too. I shouldn't have said that.” I say. We stand in an awkward silence for about a minute when I break it. “Listen Christian, I wouldn't say no to a second maybe-date or a first official date with you, but I love my job, I love that store, and I have worked way too hard to get it to where it is. It's my livelihood, just like football is yours. I need to be here for the store just like you need to be there for your team.”

“Then you'll let me take you out after the store closes tomorrow?” He asks.

“I'd like that.” I say back.

“I admire your passion and dedication to the store, so I'm sorry if I made it seem like I didn't care. I should've tried to look at it from your perspective.” He apologizes.

“Can we kiss and make up now?” I ask with a sly smile and Christian smiles back before pulling me into him and kissing me sweetly.

“I think I'm going to like having kiss and make up time with you.” He says with a smile. One I happily return. We watch a few episodes of one of my favorite American shows while cuddling on my couch with the dogs. Eventually we both end up hungry, and I pan sear some steak and vegetables, boil some of my favorite fresh pasta and then toss it all together with some granulated garlic, fresh grated parmesan, and a poppyseed vinaigrette. After dividing it into two bowls I rejoin Christian on the couch.

“So, do you prefer Christian or Chris?” I ask him in between a bite of dinner.

“I'm good with either, it's usually Chris during casual conversations like this with my family, friends, and teammates.” He elaborates.

“Noted… Chris.”

After we finish eating, Christian insists on helping me with the dishes. As he's leaving I go to hand him the badge.

“Keep it,” he says. “Just in case you change your mind.” He kisses me soundly and heads out.

I go to head to bed and see the gift bag on the coffee table. I can tell there's more in there just by the way it sits. Sure enough, under a few pieces of tissue paper is the mostly white US National Team jersey. When I pull it out a note falls out.

Y/N,

I was thinking that maybe we could meet in the middle. Seeing as you're half American and all, a US Soccer jersey wouldn't be treason.

-Christian

P.S. if you do feel so inclined and want to wear my club jersey, feel free, I included one of those too.

I set the note aside and pull out the red and black jersey. Flipping it to look at the back I see Pulisic 11 and can't help but smile. I grab the USA one and check its back as well.

“He thinks he's so smooth.” I say to Astra and Aurora. “Va bene ragazze, è ora di dormire.” (Alright girls, sleep time)

Astra and Aurora follow me back to my bedroom. As soon as I open the door they go and jump up. Aurora sprawls out on the pillow that I don't use and Astra curls up right in my spot. I take a quick shower to get rid of the dirt from the day. Once I've got my sleep shirt on I lift the sheets. Astra moves to the other side so I can slip in. Then she scootches back over for snuggles.

When I get up the next morning I glance around the room and my eyes land on the red and black jersey. I text Livia to make sure she's still ok with covering for me. I pull on black skinny jeans, the USA jersey, and combat boots. I pull my hair back in a braid, add my sterling silver football long earrings, paint on a dark red lip, and draw my cat-eyes. I grab my crossbody bag and the pass, before stopping in the shop to thank Livia.

“Go get him girl!” She hollers as I leave for the San Siro.

Hope you enjoyed! I'm still working on part 2. It will probably be 3 parts total with an open ending so I can do check-ins in the future.

-Ava

[sheyfu]

》 icb i'm debuting with a silly sae thought i hate him (no i love him so much, too much actually); fluffity fluff; no specified gender; wc 188; read for a banger 🤞🤞

itoshi sae (secretly) loves the little things you give to him each passing day—the little sticky notes and candies you place in his duffle bag, the film strip you took with him in the arcade with your little doodles on it, and his favorite, the pola of you and a cat you took the other day which rests in his wallet. he may not admit it (probably never), but once you give him a slice of life with you, he would never be able to drown himself in his old habits without thinking of you. you’re in his mind 24/7—he’s addicted to you. too addicted to even care about the google meeting in front of him now that you’re rambling to him about some old lady and her “hundred bajillion cats”. he thinks he’s daydreaming with the way you look—you’re glowing. unfortunately though, your rambling gets cut off when shidou ryusei suddenly calls for your attention. damned roach. sae mumbles. well, at least sae got a hundred bajillion pictures of the cats and you after the meeting. damn, he really loves the things you give him.

HELLOOOOO i hope this was enjoyable for everyone!! this is my first time writing so i fear for my life very much 😭😭 BUUUTTTT IFFFFF i somehow get interactions then i might just get serious w this blog!! thanks once again for being here! hope to see you soon :)) reblogs, comments and likes are very much appreciated!!

[babacontainsmultitudes]

I am imploding from the sheer levels of goofy silly this episode but most of all shoutout to my boy BOSS M. KICKS for absolutely killing it holy fuck

[arimakanas]

i should watch blue lock

[zaidshair]

Both reluctantly and gladly, Zaid let Una go. How many people did this woman have to hug, for them to pour all their angst and grief and misery onto her? How needy did people get around her? How worshipful of her solid grace and wisdom? How much did she have to be a lifeline for others? Zaid always internally fretted over this during their online sessions, when things seemed to get too deep for him, cut a little too hard in his heart. He'd pull back, Una would of course let him (the journey was his, and Una was only a guide, as per each session reminder), and then after every meeting he'd add 25% tip just because. The hug had gone on for precisely 12 seconds - more than enough time.

After all, what the hell did Zaid have now, to tip Una afterward his awkward expression of feelings?

Zaid grunted in agreement about the bracelets, touching his own. "When I take mine off, it feels terrible, if I'm honest. It feels like I'm missing an arm, or I'm forgetting how to breathe. A necessary evil," he half-joked, then studied Una's, eyes wide with pleasure. "Bloody hell. Yours is gorgeous, love. That's a proper fossil, isn't it."

But building one strong enough. From scratch, no less. "How many cages have you built before? Now I've got to ask, because honestly you seem like you know what you're doing." A pleasant tease and curiousity. Then an added blurt at the end: "You're even more radiant in person, you know. Bet you always hear that. I'd been considering one of your weekend retreats, paid the deposit and all. Planned for September but then -" Zaid motioned around them. "This happened."

Una, handing out free words of advice, free food for thought. Zaid felt his face getting red with embarrassment. Not at what he said - he'd said plenty humiliating things to Una before in sessions. But because he said anything at all. As if this was a bloody session, when Una was merely trying to survive.

He clicked his tongue, sniffed hard and nodded, keeping his chin up as he followed along with Una. "Yep. I'll keep that in mind, love. We're, erm. We're all struggling to figure it all out now, yeah?"

No more talk of that, Zaid made it clear in his politely clipped tone. Instead, he nodded about Una's decision for a tent, but he paused at the location of the warehouse, then turned to look towards the bungalows, then back again.

"Right. Right...so you want the cage here, then? A good spot..." The nearest bungalow was about three football fields away. He pointed at it.

"Una, right. That bungalow there is empty, I'm pretty sure. And it's got four walls and a roof, already done. And I'm fairly sure these bungalow buggers are pre-fab, yeah. Erm. Easily transportable...well not easily. It'll take some doing, but we've all got bloody powers innit. Surely there's someone who's got like. Super strength, or the power to transform into a pick-up truck. I don't see a need to reinvent the wheel when we've got something that could serve as a cage, right there. Empty that bugger out, get some help to relocate it here. Reinforce all the windows and doors with the materials you got here...."

Zaid squinted at Una, shading his eyes from the sun. "You reckon that'd do?"

As Zaid accepts the offer of a hug, Una allows herself to take something from the embrace too. Physical contact with others was often something taken for granted. Just a touch of a hand, or a comforting pat... Even a simple hug. Something that offered presence and closeness. Even though she and Zaid had never met in person before, he'd reached out to her... Honestly, openly and emotionally and that manner of vulnerability was not something she would ever take for granted. Closeness even through distance... And now - he was here.

It was taking some time to get her mind to accept that it was really, truly him. But the small embrace confirmed that she hadn't suddenly started hallucinating, or was suddenly suffering from heatstroke.

"I have been, yes."

She offers in response to his query about the cage.

"As I understand it, removing the bracelet might help. Then again, it might not. I don't know how it works, but what if they simply offer a degree of control over what might be something innate and awakened."

It's just a musing of her own. That the powers and abilities granted may not have been something 'gifted' by the Island or another unknown entity. But that it could be an awakening in and of itself... Like the enlightenment of Buddha -

After destroying the disturbances of the mind, and attaining concentration of the mind, he attained three knowledges (vidhya): Insight into his past lives Insight into the workings of karma and reincarnation Insight into the Four Noble Truths

Is it an awakening? She doesn't know, but would rather not risk attributing her new 'ability' to the bracelet alone. For all she knows, removing the bauble may give that 'beast' part of her more freedom than it has now.

"A cage might be a good, safer option - at least until we understand more about how these things work. It could just be a temporary option. But building one strong enough..."

She offers a small shrug, glancing at some of the materials she'd gathered. Knowing the strength she'd felt in that form. It was a terrifying, destructive, hungry power.

Nodding gratefully as Zaid instantly jumps to assist, she turns and starts walking toward the warehouses... To a small clearing just behind them. Far enough away from the huts that an alarm could be raised should anything go awry, close enough that someone could keep watch from a safe distance should that occur. Various heaps of building materials gathered and sorted into piles, a few of the hobbyist power tools to one side.

But at the revelation that Tej was also on the island, Una just nods, silently. Allowing Zaid the space to say his piece without interruption. Though as it seems no more is forthcoming, she dumps out the materials in her arms and turns to face him. Voice quiet. She doesn't offer advice. That is for Zaid to decide for himself.

"Have you given yourself space? Not just physically, Zaid."

Mentally.

The space to think and to process. To consider his emotions. To negotiate the anger. To process the things within. To search for his own peace.

"Remember to be kind to yourself too. Give yourself those things you would willingly offer to others."

She understands that it would be difficult to do. Not only thrust into this peculiar situation, but to have Tej present. Peace and calm were probably not an immediate consideration.

"No, no bungalow. I've set up a small tent at the end of the beach. I think it's probably for the best. For now. At least until I've finished building this."

[noureddine05dz]

[palaugranetes]

A Full house of Ws this week

Fútbol ✅ Basket ✅ Handball ✅ Futsal ✅ and a Big L for the ones in white ✅

Some were very stressful but that stress had its reward.

Hope y'all had/are having a great weekend 💖🤗💃✨

💙❤️🫡💙❤️

ACB kicks off this weekend! Finally!! 🏀😵🧿

Have a great weekend my lovelies 🩵🩷

[wayne12sworld]

[avalentina]

WTF? SOMEONE PLS EXPLAIN...

Can someone please explain why the hell Bennacer took that PK? It was Christian's by right and we all know that he is fucking amazing at PK's!

I get that at the end of the day that ball went into the back of the net, but it should've been Christian's goal.

WE ALL KNOW EXACTLY WHAT HIS SEXY ASS CAN DO FROM THE SPOT! 😍😜

[theuntoldstorythatneedsawriter]

First match ⚽🥅

Leah Williamson x reader

warning : fluffy 💭💗

summary :

It's been three months since you and Leah went official, today is the first time you go see one of her match.

It had been three months since you and Leah had made things official, and today marked a special milestone in your relationship: attending her first football match as her girlfriend. You’d watched her play plenty of times on TV, but this was different. This time, you’d be there in the stands, supporting her in person.

As you made your way to the stadium, your stomach twisted with a mix of nerves and excitement. The atmosphere was electric, fans buzzing with anticipation for the game, and you could already hear the faint cheers from inside the grounds.

“Ready for this?” Leah had asked you the night before, her hand squeezing yours gently as you lay on the couch together.

“More than ready,” you had replied confidently, though inside, you had butterflies. You knew how important this was to her, and you didn’t want to mess it up.

Now, standing in the stadium with her name on the back of your jersey, those butterflies felt more like eagles. You found your seat near the front, where you had a perfect view of the pitch. The sea of fans, decked out in team colors, made you feel a little more comfortable, you weren’t alone in this. Soon, the teams walked out onto the field, and there she was. Leah Williamson. Your girlfriend, in her element. She looked calm, focused, and confident as she led the team, her captain’s armband proudly on display. You couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face, your chest swelling with pride.

By halftime, the score was still 0-0, and you could feel the tension building. You fidgeted in your seat, glancing over at the dugout where Leah stood, listening to her coach’s instructions. Even from a distance, you could see the determination on her face. She wanted this win.

When the game kicked off, you quickly realized that watching Leah play in person was a whole different experience. The speed, the intensity, the precision—it was mesmerizing. She moved across the pitch with such ease, directing her teammates, winning tackles, and making pinpoint passes. Every time she touched the ball, the crowd roared, and you found yourself joining in, cheering her on like the proud girlfriend you were. At one point, Leah made a crucial interception, sprinting down the field to launch a perfect pass to her teammate. The stadium erupted in applause, and you couldn’t help but stand up, clapping and yelling her name. She didn’t look over, too focused on the game, but you didn’t mind. This was her time to shine, and you were just happy to be part of it.

When the second half started, it didn’t take long for the action to pick up. Leah was everywhere—defending, attacking, shouting encouragement to her teammates. It was like watching an artist at work, every movement purposeful, every decision sharp. Then, in the 75th minute, her team earned a corner. You leaned forward in your seat, heart pounding in your chest as Leah jogged up for the set piece. The ball was whipped in, and after a scramble in the box, one of her teammates knocked it into the back of the net. The stadium exploded with noise, and you jumped up, screaming in pure excitement. Leah’s team huddled together in celebration, and as they jogged back to their positions, she finally glanced over in your direction. For the briefest of moments, your eyes met, and a small, knowing smile tugged at her lips. It was subtle, but it was enough to make your heart skip a beat.

After what felt like an eternity, Leah finally made her way over to where you stood, still in her kit and slightly out of breath. Her face lit up when she saw you, and despite the crowd of people around you, it felt like you two were the only ones there.

When the final whistle blew and Leah’s team had secured the win, you could hardly contain your pride. The stands erupted with applause, and as the players walked off the field, you waited for your chance to see her.

“Well?” she asked, her voice playful but with a hint of anticipation. “How was that for your first match?”

You grinned, pulling her into a hug despite the sweat. “Incredible. You were incredible.”

Leah chuckled, holding you close for a moment before pulling back slightly. “I was so nervous having you here.”

“You? Nervous?” you teased. “Could’ve fooled me.”

She shrugged, a sheepish smile on her face. “I wanted to impress you.”

You leaned in, pressing a quick kiss to her cheek. “You impress me every day, Leah.”

Her smile grew, her eyes soft as she looked at you. “I’m glad you were here.”

“So am I.”

As the stadium slowly emptied around you, Leah reached for your hand, her fingers intertwining with yours. Walking side by side, you felt a sense of peace settle over you. Being here, supporting her in person, was even better than you could have imagined.

And you knew this was just the first of many matchdays to come.

[suckmyarschkarte]

⚽🥅 -> 🫂

[sheyfu]

》 GANGGG IDK WHAT I WAS ON. i was cooking this in a kbbq place last monday and i was like why not continue it. SO I DID SO HERE. (ceo!mikage reo x wife!reader)

》 cw: swearing (like A LOT of swearing); crack fic; idk what i was on; no plot

wc: 253 (read for a banger <3333)

mikage reo stares in horror at the scene in front of him.

his sweet wife. 

his sweet angel.

painted in what seems to be a deep crimson—drippings and splatters everywhere. yet, what lies in front of her looming figure is a scene so grotesque, that even the sight of jinpachi ego can make the young heir bounce around in joy.

“y/n….” reo says with wide eyes and a tremble in his voice. “what is this y/n…what- what even…why..why him?”

“ohhhh! hi reo! welcome home! how was work today?” 

shit. shit. shit. fucking shit. dear lord why must you do this to me.

as if y/n could read his mind, she suddenly asks,

“oh this? i was just bored! don't worry about it! if you don't want to see it then i'll just hide it!” 

no please. don't just hide it, throw it away please! mikage reo doesn't like begging. but at this moment, all he wishes to be in is a temple and beg to the heavens above or below to stop whatever madness his love was doing. 

amidst his pondering, y/n suddenly walks towards reo with a stupid smile on her face. “if you want, i could do you next!”

“no..please. please y/n i'm begging you don't do this. please. please! stop whatever you're doing!” he pleads in horror as he backs up, his back hitting the wall only after a few steps. 

“too late, love. i already have an idea how to paint you.” 

HELLOO if youre wondering what y/n was making, it was a painting of chigiri! she ran out of pink paint so she used red instead HWUAHUSDAUS. ALSO! i had painter reader in mind and based on my painter friends they're kinda CRAAAAZYYYY and do crazy things to their muse 😭😭(i, myself, was forced to stand in a corner for 4 hours 😭😭) thanks for reading and i hope this was enjoyable for everyone!! hoping to see you again :)) comments, reblogs and likes are very much appreciated!!

[someprettyname]

Okay but guys. Hear me out. Gin gagamaru is probably the kind of guy who's the first one to get a girl in his group even though no one expects him to.

I mean look at him! He's a nice lil silly guy. His voice, his expression, his demeanour...Oh specially his demeanour!! It oozes out "respects women" fr. (or doesn't disrespect anyone without a reason in general) Why would someone not be interested in him? He doesn't seem like a guy who'd play games with you. (not game⚽ game. I mean game😏 game. Ygwim?) And not because he chooses not to, but because he's such a pure soul he doesn't know that concept. 😭✨

In short, he's a keeper. (well again, not keeper🥅 keeper but keeper🥰🤝🏻👫 keeper.)

You see? You see my vision visioning?

[circus-clangen]

For the cats, how's life? -⚽🥅 [SoccerNet]

Just fine and dandy!