#Chelsea FC

[e1511p]

If VAR needs 5 minutes to try and figure out if one of the players in a crowd is offside maybe they should just give it🤦🏽‍♀️surely this is not the intended purpose

[meazalykov]

venom

catarina macario x f!reader

warnings: racial and sexual harassment targeted at reader during the london derby. angst. implied woc reader

the hallowed grass of stamford is where you step onto. the air is thick with the match of chelsea versus arsenal. the crowd’s screams crashes over you like a tidal wave, a sea of blue and red scarves rippling in the stands.

you’re the name on everyone’s lips after last week’s demolition of liverpool, where you buried a hattrick in an intense 3-2 match and danced your way into the headlines. tonight, they expect you to be the supernova, the uncontainable force to lead chelsea to glory in this rivalry clash. 

your girlfriend, catarina, lines up beside you, her dark hair with those beautiful blond highlights are pulled tight in a ponytail, her eyes sharp with focus. you exchange a quick glance after the starting eleven pictures are taken… its professional, steady. 

the whistle blows, and the first half ignites.

it’s perfection. the ball feels like an extension of you, bending to your will as you carve through arsenal’s defense. erin, your connector, threads a pinpoint pass to your feet, and you’re off, weaving between red shirts like they’re standing still. 

the crowd chants your name…“y/n! y/n!”...and you feed off it, your boots kissing the grass with every stride. sandy drifts wide, pulling defenders with her, and you exploit the gap, firing a shot that rattles the crossbar. 

the chelsea fans erupt, a wall of sound that lifts you higher. 

“keep the assists going, y/n!” keira shouts as she jogs back, clapping her hands as she points to you. 

sonia, your coach, watches from the sidelines, arms crossed, nodding approvingly as you dominate. the first half ends 1-0, your assist setting up sandy for the opener. you jog off for the break, sweat beading on your forehead, feeling invincible.

the second half kicks off, and for a while, it’s more of the same. the ball is glued to your foot, arsenal players lunging and missing. 

suddenly, a voice slices through the noise… it is grating, venomous, distinct in a way that makes your skin prickle. it’s coming from the arsenal end, a man’s voice, loud and deliberate. 

“oi, y/n!” he bellows, his tone dripping with malice. 

you try to shake it off, focusing on the play since it is just a random person, but he keeps going. 

“you don’t belong here, go back to france you coon!” the words hit like a punch, sharp and ugly, rooting you to the spot for a heartbeat. 

most of the time, you hear the banter towards you. however, the slur from that white man got to you. your breath catches, your selective hearing zeroing in on him despite the thousands of other voices. 

you glance toward the stands…a man, no older than thirty, his face flushed with beer and hate, leaning over the railing. 

“smile for me, sweetheart,” he yells, his voice slurring into something darker. 

“bet you’d look better on your knees!”

your stomach lurches, bile rising in your throat. the pitch tilts beneath you, the edges of your vision blurring. he’s close, standing in the front row by the goal, he is too close!!!! maybe twenty yards away, separated only by a thin barrier and a handful of stewards who don’t seem to hear him yet. 

your hands tremble, your chest tightens, and a cold sweat breaks out across your skin. you’ve seen this before… players like taylor at liverpool, vinicius back in spain… shit! even your friend and teammate lauren weathers racist storms…but it’s never been you. not until now. 

the fear is visceral, a creeping dread that he could be anyone, that he could follow you off this pitch, that he’s not alone in his hatred. you feel exposed, a target painted on your back, your skin color skin suddenly a beacon for his venom.

lucy’s voice snaps you back. 

“y/n!” she shouts, and the ball rockets toward you. you catch it on instinct, your body moving before your mind catches up. he’s still yelling…“go back where you came from!”...but you run, legs pumping, tearing down the right wing. away from him, away from that voice. 

your heart slams against your ribs, your breathing ragged, but you push forward, the goalpost looming ahead. you shoot, a desperate, angry strike, and the ball screams into the net, top corner, unstoppable. 

the chelsea fans explode, a deafening roar, but it’s hollow for you. no tricks, no celly, no cartwheel at the corner flag like usual. you stand there, hands on your knees, staring at the grass, the world spinning. 

you want to throw up. he’s still there, his voice a faint echo now. its too much.

your teammates swarm you, their arms around you, their voices a jumble. 

“what the fuck, y/n? what a goal!” ashley cheers, slapping your back. lucy pulls you into a hug, grinning. 

“you love to give me assists don’t you!”

however, your teammates feel the stiffness in your shoulders, the way your eyes dart toward the stands. 

“you good?” lucy asks, quieter now, her brow furrowing. you nod, but it’s a lie, and they know it. sonia’s watching from the touchline, her sharp gaze catching yours. she signals to the bench, and within minutes, she’s subbing you off. 

“maelys is in for you!” she calls to you, then turns to you as you trudge over. 

“sit down. take a breather.” her voice is firm but kind, and you collapse onto the bench, the weight of it all crashing down. six minutes left on the clock, but you���re done. 

a tear slips free, hot against your cheek, and you swipe it away, staring blankly at the pitch.

mia slides in beside you, her shoulder brushing yours. 

“y/n, talk to me. you okay?” her voice is soft, urgent. you shake your head, the words stuck in your throat. 

“no,” you finally choke out, “there’s a guy…arsenal end. he… he said shit. racist shit. he keeps calling me slurs then said something sexual. i don’t know, mia, i feel fucking sick right now.” your voice cracks, and her eyes widen, then narrow with fury. 

“what the fuck?” she hisses. 

“where is he?” you point vaguely, your hand shaking, “over there, red shirt with a group of guys. he is thirty maybe.” she nods, jaw tight, and flags sonia over. 

“coach, sorry to distract you from the game but we’ve got a problem,” mia says, keeping her voice low. you repeat it to sonia, every word tasting like poison….the racism, the leering threat. sonia’s face hardens, “we’re reporting this. stewards, security, the lot. chelsea doesn’t tolerate that shit,” she says, her tone steely, “you did good out there, y/n. let us handle it now.”

it’s meant to help, but it doesn’t. your stomach twists, your skin crawling with the memory of his voice. you should be stronger, shake it off, but you can’t. the final whistle blows…2-1, chelsea wins against arsenal and the crowd roars, but you’re already up, bolting for the tunnel. 

the locker room is a sanctuary, the noise muffled as you stumble inside, collapsing onto a bench. you bury your face in your hands, trying to breathe, but it’s shallow, panicked. footsteps echo, and you look up to see catarina, her face etched with worry. mia must’ve told her. 

“y/n,” she says, dropping to her knees in front of you, “mia said….what happened? talk to me, please.”

you shake your head, trying to shove it down, to lock it away. 

“it’s nothing,” you mutter, but your voice wavers, betraying you. she grabs your hands, her grip firm. 

“it’s not nothing. look at you—you’re shaking. tell me.” the dam breaks, and it pours out. 

“this guy in the stands… he kept calling me slurs, cat. he s-s-said i don’t belong. then he said i’d look better on my knees, smiling for him. it was so loud, so close. i was scared, i—” your voice cracks, and you gag, the nausea surging. 

catarina’s eyes darken, her jaw clenching so hard you can see the muscle twitch. 

“and you didn’t tell me at that time?” she spits, “that stewardess better find him before i do my fucking self.”

“i just wanted to play,” you whisper, tears spilling now, “i scored, and i couldn’t even feel it. i’ve seen this happen to players like lauren, and i’ve defended her each time but me? i didn’t think…” she pulls you into her arms, her embrace fierce, protective. 

“you’re safe now,” she says, her voice softening but resolute. 

“he’s not getting near you. the club’s on it…sonia’s already escalating it. chelsea’s got your back, okay? i’ve got your back.” you cling to her, your face pressed into her shoulder, her warmth grounding you as your breathing steadies. 

“i hate men,” you mumble, half-sobbing, half-laughing. she chuckles, a low, bittersweet sound, her arms tightening around you. 

“yeah, i can’t argue with that right now,” she says, pressing a kiss to your temple, “but you’re stronger than him, y/n. you hear me? he’s nothing.” 

the next morning, chelsea’s official response hits the airwaves. you’re curled up on the couch in your flat, a mug of tea cooling in your hands, when the statement pings on your phone. 

catarina’s beside you, scrolling through her own feed, and she nudges you gently. 

“they’ve sent it to the group before they put it out,” she says, nodding at your screen. you open it, the words stark and formal against the bright white background: 

“chelsea football club is aware of the unacceptable harassment directed at our player, y/n l/n, during last night’s women’s super league match against arsenal at kingsmeadow. we condemn all forms of discrimination and abuse in the strongest terms. the safety and wellbeing of our players is our utmost priority, and we are working closely with the relevant authorities and stadium security to identify and take appropriate action against the individual responsible. such behavior has no place in football or society, and we stand united in ensuring that our club remains a welcoming and inclusive environment for all.”

it is the standard script with condemnation, action, unity. it gives you relief, maybe, but it’s tangled with the lingering sickness of that man’s voice.

the days that follow are a slog. you’re not used to this violation. you’ve heard the stories, seen the headlines about other players but it’s always been distant, something you could sympathize with but never truly feel. 

now it’s yours, and it’s heavy. you wake up the next day with a pit in your stomach, his words replaying like a broken record. you try to push it down, to focus on training, but your legs feel leaden, your focus fractured. 

“you okay, y/n?” naomi asks during a passing drill, her brow creasing as you fumble a simple touch. 

“yeah, just… tired,” you lie, forcing a smile that doesn’t reach your eyes. she doesn’t push, but you can tell she’s not convinced.

at home, you’re quieter than usual. catarina notices, she always does. 

“you know that you don’t have to pretend with me,” she says that night, sitting across from you at the kitchen table, her hand reaching for yours. 

“i’m fine,” you mutter, staring at your untouched plate of pasta. 

“just need time.” time feels slow, sticky, like wading through mud. you skip social media, knowing the comments will be a minefield…some supportive, some from arsenal fans being vicious…and the thought of seeing his words echoed by faceless trolls makes your skin crawl. 

you shower longer than necessary, as if you can scrub the memory of his voice off you, but it clings like damp rot. sleep is fitful, your dreams jagged with flashes of the stands, his angry face leering through the crowd.

it takes two days…two long, heavy days before the fog starts to lift. you’re at cobham, lacing up your boots, when catarina jogs over, a small, triumphant smile tugging at her lips. 

“got news,” she says, dropping onto the bench beside you. you look up, wary but curious. “what?” she leans in, her voice low and steady. 

“they found him. banned him. lifetime ban from any chelsea and arsenal matches…home, away, women’s, men’s, the lot. he’s done.” your breath catches, a knot you didn’t realize was there loosening in your chest. 

“really?” you whisper, needing to hear it again. 

“really,” she confirms, her hand squeezing your knee, “security matched him to cctv, got his ticket details. he’s not stepping foot near us again.”

relief floods you, sharp and sweet, washing away the grime of the past forty-eight hours. you turn to her, throwing your arms around her neck, and she catches you, pulling you close. 

“oh my god,” you breathe into her shoulder, your voice trembling with the weight of it lifting. 

“it’s over.” she hugs you tighter, her chin resting atop your head. 

“told you we’d handle it,” she murmurs, “you’re safe, y/n. well, you always were with me but he’s gone.” you pull back just enough to look at her, her brown eyes steady and warm, and you feel the last tendrils of fear unravel. 

“i was so disgusted cat,” you admit, quieter now. 

“i know,” she says, brushing a thumb across your cheek, “but he’s nothing now. just a coward who’s out of our lives.”

[thiagodasilva]

Cole and Nico first start back and it’s against spurs? run it back

[repulsiveliquidation]

One Thing Led to Another || Aggie Beever-Jones

warnings : smut 18+, face-fucking, strap sucking, strap-on sex, cunnilingus, rough sex, rough oral sex, orgasm control, aftercare.

a/n : everyone say thank you spicy anon

Aggie was a confident woman. She knows her skills on the pitch speaks for itself. 

Those rules apply for her skills in the bedroom. There was this aura about her, she simply knew they were good, there was no need to tell her. 

She loved it best when you were pliant and obedient. Pretty eyes fluttering up at her. Arms tucked behind your back. Jaw slack for her to fuck. 

That's how she had you in front of her right now. Knees aching, arms shackled behind you, jaw sloppy and hers to use. 

Aggie leaned over you, lips sporting her gorgeous smile. She kissed your nose before standing back up to hold her cock right in front of your face. 

“Shall we go again, darling?” Aggie asks mockingly, the tip of her strap teasing your lips. She presses in when you open your mouth to answer, the sound of you choking sends shivers down her spine. 

Her hands pull and grab fistfuls of your hair, using the leverage to fuck your throat. She moans like she feels the sensations, a manic smile on her face. Aggie watches your eyes water and your throat sputter, her hips not being gentle one bit. 

“You look so pretty like this babygirl,” she groans. “Such a good toy for me aren’t you?” 

Aggie pulls out and pats your cheek hard a couple times, pinching your cheeks together before smashing her lips to yours. She kisses you sloppily, tongue slipping into your mouth too. 

She moves over to the bed and sits down, beckoning you to kneel before her. 

You do, sitting right in front of her neatly. She caresses your cheek, pecking your forehead. You begin to relax when she pulls your head back a little roughly only to slap her strap on your lips. You whine, hands aching to hold onto her thick thighs; you knew better than that. 

She forces the silicone deep into your mouth, moaning when you take the whole thing. She gets a little excited, hips fucking into your mouth a little too desperately. She sits back down and lets you take over, watching as your hands hesitantly frame her cock to suck. 

Your lips wrap around her cock perfectly, taking the whole appendage easily. You breathe through your nose steadily, pulling back to spit all over her. 

Aggie can’t catch her breath, the sight of you practically drooling for her cock sends her spiraling. Her knuckles are white from holding onto the white sheets too tight, fingers begging to be tangled in your hair again. One hand wins, resting on top of your head to guide you up and down on her cock. 

She pulls you off just before the pure sensations send her towards a hands-free orgasm. You settle into her lap, arms wrapped around her neck while you kiss hotly. She grabs a fistful of your ass, spanking you hard. You moan into her mouth and she swallows, rough hands kneading your full ass. She’s a tits girl but loves to have your ass in her hands. 

She spanks you hard a few more times, sucking your tongue gently. Your hips can’t help themselves, grinding down on her cock. You can feel it poking your inner thigh, all you needed to do was adjust yourself just a little and it would slip right…

“Ah ah ah, no ma’am,” Aggie teases, grabbing your hips. You look up at her and she’s got a look in her eye, one that you know very well. 

“Just let me enjoy you for a bit, yeah?” 

You nod, letting her maneuver you how she liked. You lifted off her and her cock slipped in, much to Aggie’s delight. You sink down and feel the whole thing fill you, your eyes locking in with Aggie. 

“Easy baby, that’s a good girl,” she praises, strong thighs helping you ride her cock. She takes your breast in her mouth, moaning when you melt into her. 

The sensations drive you crazy, her hands guiding your hips into her cock while her mouth suckles on one breast after the other. You’re not bothered to keep quiet as the sound of skin slapping and your sultry moans fill the room. 

A switch goes off in Aggie’s brain when you moan her name like a whore, her entire body suddenly overcome with strength. 

She picks you up off her cock and throws you onto the bed, pressing your legs back and fucking into you. 

“Aggie!” you cry, pussy taking her cock much deeper than you did mere seconds ago. She growls, leaning over you to suckle and bite your tits. Her hips don’t waiver, pounding right into your sweet spot.

“That’s my girl, taking my cock so well angel,” Aggie praises, hands pressing you right in half. She’s getting frustrated, eyes going dark and lustrous but she still tucks a lock of your hair behind your ear kindly. 

She pulls out and flips you onto your stomach, pulling your hips up for her. She spanks your ass before kneeling behind you. She spreads you wide open, lips sucking hard on your slick folds. You can barely think straight, before you are overwhelmed with sensations. She tongue-fucks your pussy, moaning at the taste of you and the lube on her tongue. 

“Mmh,” she moans, tongue flicking over your clit hard. You’re a moaning mess, hands unsure of what to hold onto. She spanks your ass one more time before standing up and slapping her cock on your pussy. She presses in and you whine, head spinning with the highs and lows of your arousal. 

She reaches for your arms to hold on to, using them to fuck into you harder. Her hips are strong and firm, the feeling of being bent in half sends you shuddering with pleasure. 

“Aggie, Aggie please baby,” you beg, voice stuck in your throat as the air gets stuck in your lungs. She’s stuffing you full to the brim, and you’re this close to losing it. 

“Getting close, precious?” she asks innocently, hips never losing their strength. 

“Yes, please i’m so close to cumming,” you whisper, sweat forming on your brow from how hard you were holding it in. She lets your arms go and you fall onto the bed, panting hard. She pulls your torso up to her chest, lips pressed right onto your ear. 

She pounds right into your sweet spot this way, one hand holding your arms behind your back. 

This was pleasure at its finest. 

“How about you hold it in for me, sweetheart?” she asks in her sweetest voice, hips slowing to a hard thrust every few seconds. 

“C–Can’t Aggie, suh–so fucking c–close,” you croak, tears falling down your cheeks as her hips slowly begin to speed up. 

“Hmm, I don’t want you to come just yet, darling,” she whispers into your ear. “I want you to hold it.” 

“Please Aggie, gonna cum…” you try and beg again, thighs shaking with how hard you were holding your orgasm in. 

“Hold it.” 

“Aggie! Really c–can’t!” 

“You can sweetheart, just a little more.” 

“Please hurry, hurry hurry gonna cum…!” 

“Cum.” 

Your muscles relax and your high hits and oh boy you’re seeing stars. Aggie pounds into you through it and she comes with you, your highs bouncing off each other. 

She reaches around and fondles your clit and a gush comes out of you. She doesn’t stop touching you and you’re making a right mess on the sheets but you don’t care; this is the best orgasm you’ve ever had. 

“Aggie…” you whine, reaching for her when she finally pulls out. She takes her strap off and pulls you into her arms, taking you into the bathroom. 

The shower is warm and you're standing together in each other’s arms. She’s kissing every bit of skin she can, hands caressing your every curve and valley.

You hold her face in your hands and kiss her sweetly, the warm water cascading down your body.

“Thank you,” you whisper between kisses, feeling her hands hold your waist and pull you closer. She nods into the kiss, cradling her head as she deepens it. 

“I love you,” she replies, heart growing fonder when you whisper it back to her. 

[premsooncome]

in honour of us playing spurs again today I would like another one of whatever tf this interview was

[nicky-pink]

Damon Albarn | A Music Industry Celebrity Football Match, London, Britain 1996

[pernillecfcw]

YESSS CMON , ENZO GIVES US THE LEAD!!!!

[insidekatmind]

A blues girlfriend- Virgil van Dijk

wearning: +18,smut

request: yes.

You are sitting on the couch at home, snuggled up next to Virgil van Dijk. The atmosphere is quiet, the sound of the television in the background is barely perceptible. His presence was always reassuring, a mix of strength and sweetness that made you feel protected. He has his arm resting on your shoulder, his fingers slowly marking circles on the fabric of your shirt.

You turn slightly to look at him, the sculpted profile of his face is illuminated by the light of the screen. He looks down at you with a smile just touched, one of those smiles that always make you get butterflies in your stomach.

"Virgil," you start out in an innocent tone, but the mischievous gleam in your eyes does not escape him.

"Hm?" he answers without taking his eyes off you, curious.

"Could you... play badly against Arsenal?" you ask in a soft voice, almost as if you were proposing the most logical thing in the world. Hold a grin, knowing what his reaction will be.

Slowly, his right eyebrow rises. He looks at you with a mixture of amusement and disbelief, and for a moment there is only silence. Then he tilts his head to the side, his gaze becomes tighter and more penetrating.

"Wait, wait... what did you say?" he asks, his voice low and a hint of jealousy that shines through behind the jesting tone.

You shrug with an innocent expression, but you can’t hold back your smile.

"You know, if Liverpool loses to Arsenal, Chelsea has a better chance of getting back on the board. It’s not a big sacrifice, is it?" Add, touching his chest with fingers in an innocent and provocative gesture at the same time.

He stares at you intensely, his gaze is now deeper. He moistens his lips with his tongue and then shakes his head, letting out a brief incredulous laugh.

"Ah, so is that it? you’re more supportive of Chelsea than you are of me?" He replies with a calm voice, but his dark eyes hold you captive, full of silent jealousy that he had never openly admitted.

"Come on, baby, you know I’m a big fan of Chelsea," you say, putting your head against his shoulder. "That’s not new."

"I know," he replies slowly, his voice more raucous. He turns slightly, so that he looks you straight in the eye. "But that doesn’t mean I like it."

Feel his arm clench around you, and the warmth of his hand on your shoulder gives you a jolt. Your heart beats faster.

"Oh, are you jealous?" you ask, challenging him with a funny smile.

"Maybe a little," he admits with a slight grin, hid lips dangerously close to yours. "I don’t like it when you’re not rooting for me. Makes me think you don’t support me as well as you should."

"Oh, poor baby," you joke, trying to keep a defiance tone, but your voice goes down unconsciously. "Do I have to cheer for you when you play against my team?"

"Yes, that’s what I’m saying," he replies with a confident smile, his voice getting lower and more seductive. "You’re mine, aren’t you? Then you must cheer for me. Period."

You don’t have time to answer. Before you can open your mouth, he leans over you and kisses you with an overwhelming passion. His lips move with a decided sweetness, and the warmth of his kiss envelops you like a flame. A big hand slips behind your neck, fingers sink gently into your hair, locking you in that delicate but authoritative grip.

Your breath is broken, and your mind is empty instantly. The awareness of what you were trying to do disappears under the pressure of his lips against yours. Every logical reasoning gives way to that feeling of warmth that runs through you all.

Virgil interrupts the kiss for a moment, his eyes burning with intensity as he stares at you.

"I told you so," he whispers in his deeper voice than before. "I come before Chelsea."

You’re short of breath, warm cheeks, and your answer is a whisper you can barely utter.

"You are unbearable," murmurs, the eyes lost in his, the heartbeat accelerated.

"Yes, but I’m your unbearable," he counters with a triumphant grin, leaving you speechless.

You stare at him, trying to catch up, but the smile that lights his face makes you lose any desire to counter. You already know he won, and he knows better than you.

"So," he adds, tongue-licking as if he was still enjoying the kiss, "I will play against Arsenal. And not only will I play... but I’ll do everything to win. And you know what? When I score, my first thought will be you. My girl who cheers for Chelsea."

"Ah, you’re unbearable!" you exclaimed, laughing as you slap a light punch on his chest.

"You’ve said it before," he replies with a smile full of arrogance and affection at the same time. He holds you closer to him, his arms wrap you with that sure and stable force that you have always loved in him.

"I come before Chelsea, remember that," he whispers to your face and then kisses you again

The kiss becomes more passionate as Virgil explores your mouth with his tongue and you groan.

With a fluidity that leaves you breathless, Virgil lays you down on the couch gently, his big strong hands guiding you with sweetness and determination. It makes you lie down with a slowness that feels like safety and control. His body moves over yours with the grace of a sure predator of its prey. His eyes follow your every movement, his gaze burns with an intensity that makes you spin your head.

"Now don’t run," he whispers in that husky voice that makes your soul vibrate. His lips bend in a smile that drives you crazy, a promise and a challenge together.

His hands slowly caress you, sliding down your hips with a delicacy that contrasts with the strength of his movements. It keeps you still, but at the same time it makes you feel free. The beat of your heart accelerates, every sense is concentrated on him, on his touch, on every breath you feel against your skin.

"You’re too stubborn," he whispers against your lips, his warm breath tickling you. "But I like it that way."

And then he kisses you. But this time it’s different. It’s not a sudden or impetuous kiss. It’s slow, deep, studied. His lips move against yours with a precision that makes you lose your breath. Every second that passes, the world around you vanishes. There is no more television in the background, there is no more dim light in the room. It’s just you two.

His hands caress your face, thumbs trace little circles on your cheeks. Hi8s touch is so sweet that you almost cry. Yet there is a strength in that gesture, a silent promise. He holds you as if you were the most precious thing in the world, and at that moment you feel just like that.

Feel the weight of his body against yours, not too heavy, but enough to make you feel protected, safe. His lips move more now, and your breath is mixed with his. Your fingertips run along his broad shoulders, tracing the line of his muscles. Every corner of his body is carved to perfection, and it seems almost unreal that it’s all yours.

"Tell me," he whispers against your lips, interrupting the kiss for just a moment. "Who comes first, me or Chelsea?" His voice is full of arrogant confidence, but his eyes are full of expectation. It’s not just a question, it’s a challenge.

Pretend to think about it, tilting your head slightly and biting your lip to hold a smile. "Let’s see..." Jokes, but you do not in time to finish the sentence that his lips return to claim you, more hungry than before.

"Wrong answer," he whispers against your mouth before kissing you again, and this time it’s more insistent, deeper. You find yourself letting go completely, your hands clinging to his back as the kiss becomes more intense. There is no Chelsea, no Premier League ranking. There is only Virgil, with his strength and his sweetness fused into one overwhelming embrace.

When he broke off the kiss, he turned you on your stomach and pulled out your pants and underwear leaving you naked in front of him, Virgil began to strip himself and sucked his dick on his hands to then rub you on your entrance making you groan.

You tried to push your hips back to feel more friction but he blocked you. " do the good blues" he said mocking you and then with a quick blow he put his dick inside of you.

You cried a whimper and your whole body felt weak for a moment. He grunted feeling you tight and took a handful of your hair to arch your back against his chest and started fucking you making you scream moaning.

You lowered your head on your shoulders, while leaning against his body. He looked at you and smiled when he saw your fucking face with his mouth open and kissed you ruddy as he kept fucking you.

You moaned even louder feeling his power and how he was filling you with his cock. "Chelsea comes first, huh?" he whisper to your ear, then nibble playfully on your lobe and you groan without giving him an answer.

Virgil put his hand on your pussy and started to insert a finger into your pussy and made it move as he began to increase his thrusts even faster.

You groaned, focusing on your pleasure and Virgil began to attack your neck with bites and kisses. " Answer me when I ask you a question" he said and gave you a push that made you bend on your legs on the couch.

He started to fuck you without stopping and you were screaming with pleasure his name. He grunted as you felt that you were close. "That’s fine," you whispers with a short breath as he is still fucking you. "You come first."

A triumphant smile lights up his face. "I know," he says, with that arrogance that drives you crazy. His lips touch your neck, leaving a trail of light kisses that make you shiver. "And I’ll remind you of it every time you try to forget it." He continued giving you a last shot by making you cum on his cock and he kept hitting you until he cummed inside of you.

"a blues girl who gets cum in her pussy held by a player of the Liverpool, that bad girl" he said jokingly.

I pull his dick out and you whimpered about the loss of contact. Virgil sat on the couch trying to catch his breath and you crawled over to him kissing him and he hugged you.

"You’re mine, don’t forget it" whispered.

[ouggi]

FT: Chelsea 1-0 Tottenham

[masonmontz]

hellooo everyone :) hope you like it. continuation of holidays in Greece, but can be read separately :)

REMEMBER: english is not my first language

fluff and smut  word count: 3k

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“Let’s have dinner? Just both of us” Mason said to you three days later. The vacations have been great and you are totally in love with his family, all of them are treating you very well and his mom became your favorite. “I love them all, but I need silence and just your company for a few hours.”

“Your mum invited us to have dinner with them, Mase” you said, brushing your hair after your bath. You spent the morning at the beach and after lunch you spent the rest of the afternoon at the pool. Your arms were hurting from holding the children for so long and throwing them into the air while they were in the water. 

Greece is stunning. You had never been to such a beautiful place, you had never seen such an incredible sky and sea and every day you thanked Mason for taking you. You spent the days watching the sunset holding each other and it was very romantic until Mason made some sexual jokes. 

Mason was lying in bed after a long shower, dressed only in swim shorts. You could see his skin is a little red from days in the sun, even though he has applied sunscreen several times. You, on the other hand, were very tanned and Mason was loving seeing the bikini line on your body. 

“Please, babe, let’s go out with me tonight?” He asked again and you looked at him. He had a lazy smile on his lips and he was lying in the middle of several pillows, everything seemed comfortable and you just wanted to lie next to him for hours without moving. “Tomorrow then? That face of yours tells me there's something more interesting to do.”

“Mase, behave yourself, your family is at home.” You told him and he sighed, thinking about how to change your mind. Yes, you had some fun the first night but after feeling embarrassed at the first breakfast with his family, you decided to take a break from Mason.

And he's crawling for you now.

“I promise I’ll be quiet.” He got up and walked towards you, hugging you from behind and making you stop brushing your hair. He left a few kisses on your bare shoulder because of your strapless blouse and held you against him. You felt his body warm against yours. 

“No. Stop it. We’re not doing anything tonight.” 

“Tomorrow?”

“No, neither.”

“Why are you doing this to me?” He whined and you smiled, watching him rest his chin on your shoulder and stare at the two of you in the mirror. “You’re torturing me. You’ve been walking around in a bikini and short clothes all day and barely gives me a kiss.”

“Don't keep whining.”

“You’re evil, woman.” You laughed at him. “What about let them go out for dinner and we can enjoy this big bathtub again? And the best thing is that we can leave the curtains open.”

“Don't even try, we're going to have dinner with them.” Mason finally accepted and let you go, going back to bed while you finished putting on your makeup. There's a knock on the door and Mason tells to come in, then you see two little girls running across the room to the bed, throwing themselves at Mason. 

“Oh my God, Y/N, look, we have two princesses in the room.” You heard them laughing with him and turned to look at the two of them with a crown on their heads. “I think we lost Poppy and Summer, maybe that's Elsa and Anna.”

“No, uncle Masey, it's me and Poppy.” Summer told him and took off the crown, wanting to show her uncle that she was still her.

“You're right, you're still my girls.” He held them both and twirled them around the room, making them laugh. 

“I think you look beautiful, look at these crowns.” You said and smiled, seeing how happy they were with the compliment.

“Are you ready for dinner?” Mason asked and sat on the bed.

“Yes, nanna asked us to call you and auntie Y/N.” Poppy said and held Summer’s hand, both looking at you and Mason. 

“Girls, we'll go downstairs soon, okay? Tell nanna to wait a few minutes.” As soon as they left, Mason closed the bedroom door again and looked at you. “You're going to leave me with nothing, right?”

“It will just be the two of us in Italy, handsome.” 

“Okay, I'm going to change.” 

You decided to wear a short blue dress, matching Mason who wore a blue shirt of the same tone. 

“Wow, look at you.” You saw him blush when you praised him. “You're so gorgeous, I’m so lucky.”

“Stop making me embarrassed. I'm the lucky one, actually.”

He walked up to you and hugged you, then you brought your arms to his neck, leaving a kiss on his lips. You caressed the back of his neck and he got goosebumps, so you decided it was time to go downstairs.

Dinner was great, in a restaurant overlooking the city lights. You had a great time and were happy to have fit in with Mason's family the same way he fit in with your family. Mason had won your father over to Manchester United, giving tickets and shirts signed by other players. Mason was his favorite person.

You and Mason ordered the same pasta for dinner, and before you noticed, you had already had three glasses of wine while talking to them. Mason smiled at you as you were speaking slowly from the drink, and held your hand on the way home so you wouldn't trip.

“Three glasses of wine, right? Maybe you want a bath now?” Mason smiled mischievously at you. “I will help you.”

“Mason, we're not having sex.” You spoke louder than you should have, but sighed in relief when you saw that the others were further ahead. Mason agreed and you continued walking as you watched the beautiful street to the house.

“Auntie Y/N, can we sleep over with you and Uncle Mason tonight?” Poppy asked as soon as you arrived home, and Summer agreed with her, wanting to sleep with her auntie and uncle too. Mason had a desperate look on his face when he heard the ask, but how could you say no to those two pretty faces?

“Why not? Uncle Mason will love it.” Everyone laughed when they looked at Mason and saw his face. He loved his nieces more than anything, but a night's sleep was essential to him. “Harley, do you want to sleep with us too?”

“No, I'm going to sleep alone. Poppy kicks a lot at night.” 

“Oh, nice.” Mason said ironically, but smiling.

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“I feel like I slept with MMA fighters.” Mason complained during the morning, after being kicked several times by his nieces during the night. You got kicked so many times that you decided sleeping on the couch was better, so in the middle of the night you went down to the living room and slept alone. And Mason also complained that it was weird to sleep without holding you. “Look, a bruise on my arm.”

“Stop complaining, Mason.” Debbie scolded him. 

“Now you know why I always have dark circles under my eyes.” Jaz said and Stacey agreed with her. 

“Maybe we can go to a party tonight? The kids can stay with grandma and grandpa.” Lewis came up with the idea and you can't help but think it would be cool.

“Y/N and I are going to dinner tonight. Alone.” It didn't take long for you to disagree with Mason.

“But after dinner we'll go to the party with you, it's a great idea, actually.” Mason looked like he wanted to kill you, but you know he just wanted to be alone with you and try to make out with you. 

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“Why did you agree to this party? I mean, we could make out in the middle of this place and no one would see us.”

“Stop being a pervert.” Mason ran his hand down your legs as you walked to the place Lewis mentioned.

“I can't help it, you look so hot in that dress.” You put on the dress that was Mason's favorite, a tight and short black dress that left your curves showing. You put your hair in a ponytail and put on light makeup, the sunny days left you blushing and Mason was in love with the sight of you. You also put on heels, also Mason's favorite.

Mason, on the other hand, was wearing an open black shirt, shorts and sneakers. He put on the necklace with your initial and was wearing sunglasses. You've never seen him as hot as he was tonight. You couldn't stop staring at him and he had noticed, so he took advantage of the situation and occasionally smiled at you, ran his hand over your body or whispered in your ear, making you shiver. 

He knows exactly how to tease you. 

The place was crowded and it took you a while to find his family. You saw Lewis and Jaz dancing while the others sat talking. They waved when they saw you and Mason arriving and were soon offered some drinks for the two of you. 

Mason was responsible and didn't drink too much when you were drinking, just in case he needed to take care of you, but that night you told him to allow himself, because you were with his family and nothing could go wrong, so when you noticed, you and Mason had already drunk a little and were dancing together in the middle of the dance floor.

After a while Mason got tired and you continued dancing with his sisters, sometimes you stared at him and ran your hands over your body, teasing him who was sitting between his brother and brothers-in-law. Mason looked at you with desire and you felt your body heat up, knowing you couldn't last long without feeling him all over your body.

For your relief and safety, around 2 am Stacey announced that she was tired and everyone decided to leave, so you and Mason walked side by side down the street to the house. Mason was hugging your shoulders and you were holding him by the waist, leaning on him as you walked.

Everyone went to their rooms when you arrived and you and Mason decided to stay outside a little longer, enjoying the pleasant evening. Mason laid down on a lounge chair and pulled you against him, making you lay on top of him as he held you.

“Shall we go into the pool?” 

“Now?”

“It's hot and the water is nice, let's enjoy some time alone.” You got off of Mason and he sat up, slowly undoing the buttons on his shirt. He left his glasses aside and stood up, taking off his shirt completely, then taking off his sneakers and shorts. “Come on, come in with me.”

“No, I can't be naked, someone might come down and see us.” 

“Babe, please, no one will see us, okay? Let's stay in the furthest part of the pool.” Mason approached and pulled down your dress, leaving you in just your panties, so you quickly hurried and took off your heels. “Look at you, girl.”

Before Mason noticed, you ran and jumped into the pool, hearing his laughter in the background. While you were laughing, he also ran and jumped into the pool with you, spilling water everywhere. 

Mason pulled you against him, still smiling, admiring you so close to him. You hugged him and you spent a few seconds enjoying the pool water until Mason started running his hands over your body. You wrapped your legs around his hips and let him press you against him. 

“Mase, please, everyone is home.” He pushed his hips against yours, making you gasp when you felt the volume. “Why are you so stubborn?”

“Cause I can't take another minute away from my girl, I want to feel her and make her feel so good.” 

“What am I going to do with you, Mason Mount?”

“You can start by giving me a kiss.”

Mason kissed you and took you to the farthest part of the pool, so if anyone came down, they wouldn't see you two. You kissed his neck and pulled his hair, hearing him moan against your mouth. 

Mason put his hand between your legs and pressed your clit, and you couldn't hold back a moan, ‘cause Mason always made you feel good.

“You like that, don't you?” Mason lowered his head a little and took your nipple into his mouth, licking and biting lightly. He continued with his thumb on your clit and you were already moving to ride his fingers. “Are you wet for me, love?” 

“Yes, Mason, please, I want more.” 

“See? This is so good, I don't know why you were avoiding me.” He licks your neck. “I wanna make you feel so good.” 

Your tummy was doing somersaults as he licked and touched you, you could feel him all over your body but it wasn’t enough, so you moved your hand to his cock, hard and ready to fuck you. 

Mason took your hand off his dick and pressed you to the edge of the pool, fitting himself between your legs and making you feel his hard cock on your pussy, making the moves to turn you on. You closed your eyes and let your head fall on Mason's shoulders as he touched you, the wind made you shiver and your nipples hardened.

“Fuck” Mason whispered when he felt your nipples against his chest. Mason held you and pushed you out the pool, so you sat on the edge while he stayed in the water. “Right where I want you.” 

“Please, Mase.” 

Mason took off your underwear and left you naked on the edge of the pool, so in a few seconds he already had his tongue on your clitoris.

“Oh my God” you cried and felt his tongue in the right place, your body melting with his tongue slowly sliding over your clit and you couldn’t hide how good it was. 

Alternating between long licks and quick movements, back and forth, he drags his tongue between your slick folds and you can't stop moaning and murmuring, and he knows exactly where to touch or use his tongue, knowing your body well.

"Yeah, keep doing that, Mase.” Loud and desperate moans came out of your mouth, Mason was getting harder and harder in his underwear and he took one hand to his cock, squeezing it with his hand. 

“You wanna cum in my tongue?” Mason inserted a finger into you, making you whimper with excitement. “Cum for me, yeah?” 

“I’m so close, this is so good.” You held Mason's hair and rolled against his mouth, pressing your pussy against his tongue. “Oh-”. 

Mason sucked you and licked you all over while you came in his mouth, he moaned as you lay on the floor, just feeling the orgasm through your body. If you weren't lying on the floor, you would have fallen.

“Look at you, so beautiful after cum in mouth.” Mason left kisses on your thigh. “Let me fuck you, please?” 

“Yes.” 

“Right.” Mason got out of the pool and helped you get up, walking over to a lounger and laying you down on it. “Lay down for me, love.” You did as he asked and soon Mason climbed onto the lounger too. “Wow, look at this pussy glistening at me.”

Mason pumped himself a couple of times before penetrating you. He groaned when he felt you around him, tight and warm. He held your legs around his hips as he bent down to kiss you, Mason closed his eyes and laid his head in the crook of your neck, lightly biting the skin as he fucked you.

“Oh, my- fuck, Y/N, your pussy feels so good around my cock.” You dug your nails into his back and he groaned, but you put your hand over his mouth so he wouldn't make a noise and wake someone up. 

“Be quiet.” You warned him.

“I can’t.” Mason kissed you again, a lazy kiss as his hips sped up against you. “I love you. I love you so much.” Mason whispered in your ear and you moaned, putting your hand over your mouth after the loud noise.

“I love you too.” 

“Cum for me once again?” You both let out grunts and he continues to thrust into you. “I’m gonna cum.”

“Cum for me, Mase.” Mason became desperate and you almost screamed as you once again felt the orgasm throughout your body, you felt Mason tremble on top of you as you felt him spurt inside you. “Oh, fuck.”

“Oh my God.” Mason groaned. You giggled as Mason fell on top of you, stroking his hair. “Seriously, it's the best feeling in the world.”

You spent a few minutes lying in silence, just listening to each other's breathing.

“Put on my shirt, let's go up quickly so no one sees us.” Mason got up and put on his underwear, taking the shirt he was wearing at the party and handing it to you to wear. He picked up your dress and heels from the floor, carrying them for you. He held out his hand and you took it, then the two of you walked up the stairs while laughing softly.

“We look like teenagers.” You said and hugged him when he closed the bedroom door.

“I don't care, I just want to be with you.”

[chelseajackarmy]

Enzo Fernández & Cole Palmer

[woso-dreamzzz]

Bike II

Chelsea Women x Child!Reader

Part of The Big Adventures Universe

Summary: You're good at bike riding

"I'm so tired," Erin complains, fanning herself," God, it's hot today."

"I need a nap," Millie agrees.

"A nap and to do nothing for the rest of the day," Niamh says as she passes by, stripping off her sweaty training shirt," I'm just going to go home and melt."

"Home and an ice cream," Zećira continues, nodding and completely satisfied with her plan," I can't wait to get home."

"You'll all have to wait," Magda says decisively from the day. She'd come in earlier than everyone else, taking you into the building for a toilet and hydration break.

Most of the team had actually been quite worried about you.

This heat is sweltering and you're still tiny and excitable with energy that makes you run all over the field. It's like an accident waiting to happen.

Pernille had you stop and take long drinks from your water bottle all through practice until it ran out and she sent you off with Magda to fill it up.

You and Magda never came back though so everyone just presumed you'd already been bundled up in the car where there's air conditioning to use while you wait for Pernille to finish up and change.

"There's a surprise out the front."

"Is it an ice cream van?" Guro asks," Because that's the only thing that will make me happy right now."

"It's not an ice cream van."

"Then I'm out."

"No you're not," Magda says sternly," You're all going out the front with a smile and you're going to celebrate and clap and give compliments. Got it?"

"It's hot," Sam complains," Can't we rearrange this surprise?"

"No, Sam. We're doing it now."

"Give them a second to change, Magda," Pernille says," We're all hot. We're all irritable. Give them a sec."

Magda huffs. "Fine. I'll be out the front." She points a finger at everyone in turn. "I expect you all out there in ten minutes."

Pernille manages to shepherd everyone out in five.

"Right," Millie says, adjusting her cap so it properly shades her from the beating sun," What's-Oh."

"Look!" You say," I'm riding my bike!"

You peddle quickly around the car park, little legs pumping as you turn your handlebars so you're going around in circles.

You're doing impressively well on your bike, a very slow for an adult but fast for a little kid. It's even more impressive when the team note that you've not got any stabilisers.

A little basket that wasn't originally there when Sam bought it sits on the front and in it sits your swan and moose toy as well as a little bouquet of flowers that Pernille bought you at the market this morning.

Most of the team is speechless until Jessie starts clapping.

"Well done!" She calls out," You're doing so well!"

You beam at the praise, puffing out your chest in pride and pump your legs even faster.

Magda also puffs out her chest and Pernille has to smother her laughter.

"I taught her to ride," Magda brags," We took her stabilisers off last week. Isn't she so good?"

"The best!" Jessie agrees warmly, still clapping.

"Best ever!" Sam yells out," Look at you go!"

The team seem to have forgotten their exhaustion as you skid to a stop nearly half an hour later, everyone crowding around you as you pant from your cycling.

"Look at this!" Zećira exclaims," It's such a cool colour!"

"It's red," You tell her," Like Arsenal and Sweden's goalkeeper shirt! I love red!"

"It is!" Zećira says, nodding along," And you've got a little basket!"

"For my toys," You tell her," And my water bottle. And I've got a bell!"

You demonstrate by flicking it, letting the noise rings out through the car park.

"That's so cool!"

You grin at Zećira before looking at Jessie, suddenly shy.

"Did I do good, Jessie?"

She grins at you, ruffling your hair. "So good. I'm very impressed. I didn't know you could ride a bike!"

"Morsa taught me," You explain," And Momma did too. At the park. They say if I keep practicing and getting better and better we can all do a ride together! Do you want to go on a bike ride with me, Jessie?"

Jessie grins. "I'd love to."

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YEEEEEEEEEES LETS GOOOO 💙💙💙💙

[enwoso]

could you do a Niamhy blurb? Reader didn’t get a good nights rest and basically becomes a koala, just snuggling into Niamh at any point they can? Something cute yknow :)

CLING TO YOU — niamh charles

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“hey love, you okay?” niamh asked knowing it was you that was wrapped around the back of her just by the smell of your perfume as she spoke with lauren.

resting your head on her shoulder as you exhaled, humming tiredly against her as you felt her hold your hands in hers as she carried on her conversation with lauren about the upcoming away match with the lionesses in a days time.

but you weren’t really paying attention to what was being said at all, more just wanting to be near to niamh.

you hadn’t had the best night sleep last night, you had put it down to the hot weather during the night making your room at st george’s park sticky and uncomfortable as there was no source of cool air.

so you spent the entire night tossing and turning, kicking the covers off you cause you were too hot but then grabbing from them moments later when you were too cold again.

but really you knew in the back of your mind it was because you hadn’t had niamh close to you. you finding it so much easier to fall asleep when she was around, being able to fall asleep on her as you listened to her heart beat as her hands played with your hair.

and after a long and intense training session on top of hardly no sleep by the time lunch rolled around you were definitely feeling tired.

“babe, love? y/n?” niamh called out as she tapped on your hands you being totally zoned out, not even noticing she was talking to you or the fact that she was no longer talking to lauren.

“hm?” you hummed finally hearing her, as she spun you around so that you were now stood in front of her, a worried look on your girlfriends face.

“are you sure your okay?” she asked again, you yawning before you got a chance to speak, nodding “m’ just tired”

“i thought you said you had a good night sleep?” niamh frowned as she wrapped her arm around your waist guiding you towards the room at st george’s park which was where the player could just sit and chill without it having to be in their rooms.

you shook your head, “no was too hot and i didn’t have my niamhy cuddles” you said tiredly, pouting as you sat down on one of the couches. your head immediately resting on your girlfriends chest.

“oh baby, why don’t you have a nap now and i’ll wake you just before our meeting later on?” niamh suggested as you slowly nodded your head unable to have the energy to do anything else.

your arms wrapping around your girlfriend like a koala as she played with your hair just like she always would, as your eyes began to feel heavier as they slowly fluttered closed and your breathing evened out.

“sleep well, pretty girl!” niamh whispered softly kissing the top of your head.

[kastentatia]

Enzo Fernandez, 1-0

v Tottenham Hotspurs (H)

[i-care-4u]

QUIT | J. FÉLIX

PAIR: JOÃO FÉLIX X FEM!READER

REQUESTS ARE CLOSED | MASTERLIST

you loved joão the way he loved his past lover. from the first time dating joão, you couldn’t help but to feel lucky that you’re in a relationship with the rising star. however, it wasn’t the same case with joão. in simple terms, you were just his rebound.

during the course of your relationship, joão would think about his past relationship with his ex. everything reminded him of her where even doing the simplest tasks like going to the grocery store was a sign that he just misses her presence.

your friends noticed the body language between you and joão. while you were being too attached to him by resting your head on his shoulder, he wouldn’t lay an eye on you. rather, he would think about his ex, and a memory involving a moment like this.

you remembered the conversation you had the next day with your friend.

your friend, clara, argued, “y/n baby, that man didn’t even laid an eye on you.”

you were feeding into your delusions, believing that joão loves you, “maybe he’s just tired, okay?”

“tired? he was very much outgoing when i saw him with his friends while you were asleep on the couch,” clara sighed, “y/n, i don’t care about his status, but you can do better.”

“i can’t.”

you were well aware of the people’s opinion of you. when the internet found out that you and joão were dating, people began comparing you to his ex, where you were considered the “better” girlfriend. of course, you didn’t liked being compared to his ex, who had a history of cheating. joão had been cheated on a couple of times, therefore making you feel bad for him.

“what do you mean you can’t?”

you repeated, “i can’t let him go like that.”

clara looks at you, “y/n, isn’t it obvious? joão hasn’t moved on.”

that sentence was engraved in your head for the next month and forward.

there was a thing that people say: your first love is unforgettable.

-

as predicted, you and joão broke up the following month. around this time was when his ex came back to the city.

you had a hard time ignoring the interactions between joão and his ex. you were upset that he came back to her after what she did, but you were so defensive of joão, who will experience heartbreak once more.

everyday, you come on instagram to check up on joão to see what he’s up to. in recent events, he was seen hanging out with his now girlfriend at a nearby restaurant. that girlfriend being the same one that cheated on him months prior.

“he’s with her again?” your friend, isabel, looked at the picture of joão and the girl. you knew who she was talking about instantly.

“yeah…” your voice softened, sensing insecurity.

isabel puts her phone on the coffee table.

you sighed, “i just don’t get why he came back to her after everything she did. i just want to see him happy.”

“i know you want to see him thrive again, and it’s not your fault that he went back to his old ways. there’s going to be someone else that’ll truly love you.”

isabel was right, and you knew that. however, you were constantly reminded about the things you and joão did during the course of your relationship.

as days turned into months, you couldn’t help but to continue to view how joão was doing online. he seems perfectly fine, according to his posts on instagram. the more you scrolled down, the more you realized that you could’ve been there. spanish grand prix? that was your idea. miami, florida? that was originally a trip you planned with him.

you couldn’t help but to tear up. as you set your phone down, you thought about everything that is going on in your life. you keep agreeing with your friends telling you to move on, but the process was hard for you.

-

you flew to barcelona with clara and isabel, where you three were going to stay for a week.

the third day, you three attended the fc barcelona game. you were a fan since childhood, and you were overjoyed at the fact that you’re finally seeing your team live.

“i can’t wait to see pedri play,” isabel looked at the field where all the players are standing.

some big names showed up on the lineup. lewandowski, pedri, de jong, gavi, but one of them stood out to you. as you paid close attention to the player’s face, you felt disbelief. the number 14 jersey belonged to someone that you used to know. that face looked familiar, as it belonged to joão félix. joão, the one who dreamed about playing for fc barcelona. and it was the same joão who had left you for his cheating ex.

“oh…” you didn’t know what to say. rather than saying something about joão to your friends, you instead kept it to yourself.

however, joão is an important part of your love life. of course, your friends brought it up.

“félix is playing for barça now?” clara asked you and isabel.

you avoided clara’s question and remained focused on the field. meanwhile, isabel nods, “yeah.”

they both turn to face you. as you see their eyes staring at you, you chose to ignore them.

isabel pats your shoulder, “hey, i know joão is in the same place right now and if you want, we can leave the stadium and go explore other parts of the city, no?”

focusing on the game, you didn’t want to exit the game. it didn’t even hit half time yet. “no, i’m good where i’m at. i don’t want to waste any of our money because of him.”

-

after the game, everyone including the three of you, started exiting the stadium. as you were on your way out of the seats, a pair of eyes looked at you. you ignored what was going on in the background and ignored that joão was playing for your childhood team for now.

on the field, joão was ready to end the night. he was giving hand shakes to the opposing team, and entered the locker room before leaving the stadium for today.

in the locker room, joão couldn’t stop thinking about what could’ve possibly been you in that audience.

“you’ve been quiet today joão. what’s up?” ferran sat down next to him.

“i saw her. she was with her friends just now.”

“joão, you need to leave her, she’s no good for you. are you aware on how many times she has cheated on you?”

“it’s not about her. it’s another girl.” joão sighed.

“please don’t tell me. y/n?”

joão nodded silently, his thoughts racing. maybe ferran was right: he needed to move on from his past, the cycle of grief and longing. however, facing reality proved more difficult than he had anticipated. ferran placed a hand on joão's shoulder, conveying concern. "joão, you should let go. you can't keep clutching onto something that isn't meant to be. i’ve seen the body language between you two, and turns out, it’s not meant to be.”

-

listening to ferran's words, joão rather ignored him. instead, he decides to navigate the crowds of barcelona. glancing around, he noticed a familiar woman standing in the crowd, her presence both comfortable and alarming. it was you.

time appeared to stand still as their gazes locked, the air thick with unspoken words and lingering feelings. joão experienced contradictory emotions, including longing, remorse, and hope for the future. joão approached you with confidence and a fast heartbeat. "y/n," he said softly, his voice full of apprehension. you were surprised and concerned. "joão," you replied softly.

you and joão were struck by the shared history and feelings while standing in the city center. It was as if time had folded in on itself, forcing you guys to confront memories from their past. joão interpreted your eyes as a reflection of his own sadness and longing. he wanted to reach out and bridge the gap between you and him, but he wasn't sure if he had the right to beg for forgiveness.

you were also suffering with your own inner turmoil, torn between the sorrow of the past and the light of hope in your heart. you hoped joão had changed and was ready to go forward, but feared disappointment. joão broke the silence with a mumbled plea. "y/n, i understand i made mistakes, but i want to make things right. i want to show you that i've changed and that i'm no longer the same person i was before."

as joão's comments hung in the air, you felt a knot in your gut, hanging down like a heavy load from your shared history. you wanted to believe him, trusting his good intentions, but you knew some wounds were too deep to repair. your voice was trembling with emotion. "joão, i've seen you repeatedly go back to her, not once, but three times, and i won't accept it. i cannot be seen with someone who has not been healed from their past relationship."

your statements broke joão and revealed the brutal reality of their situation. he wanted to protest and beg you to give him another chance, but he knew it would only exacerbate his impending sorrow. joão bowed deeply, burdened by his wordless regret. he realized he had lost you not only now, but possibly forever.

“as much as i love you, all i can tell you is good luck finding someone.”

as you turned away, your footsteps echoing in the deserted streets, joão was left alone with his thoughts, grappling with the bitter taste of regret and haunting echoes of what may have happened.