#Liverpool better win tonight

[swayziiwriter]

Party Monster | Trent Alexander-Arnold

summary: you and Trent don’t get along, not a single bit.

WARNING: 18+, sexual content

You were here to celebrate Englands very own Jesse Lingard's birthday. The club was filled with people here to celebrate the football stars birthday, you had been good friends with Jesse for years becoming quite close with the England team. Well, at least with most.

"Happy birthday Jesse" I shouted over the loud music while giving my good friend a hug handing his gift over to him. "Ah y/n thank you" he responded grinning back, "y/n" a mocking voice called out. I was called back by the sound of Trent's voice, "Trent, I didn't realize you acknowledged anyone but your self these days" I called back. Trent smirked, as if he couldn't piss me off any further.

"Settle down you two I m not paying for any damages inside the club, you get me" Jesse said in an attempt to suffocate the tension that had now come up. "Wouldn't think of it" I respond with a smile, walking away from Trent's view I headed over to greet Marcus and his fiancée.

Damn I need a drink, I thought to myself. Something to calm my nerves. Trent was good at pissing me off, his constant remarks towards me, his mocking smirk, his annoyingly sexy smile that could make you feel things you didn't want. You would never want him, you couldn't. There has been a mutual dislike between you and Trent since you two has the great displeasure of meeting each other.

It was a petty fight that could have been easily forgotten about if Trent wasn't such a stubborn ass. He was cocky beyond belief, always a new girl tied around his finger anytime he attended a get together. You loathed the girls that he was always parading around with, they were all more obnoxious then the last one.

Trent had made a comment about how you were jealous that those girls weren't you, that really set you off. Since then you and Trent haven't gotten along, the sight of him enough to make you want to leave the country. Though, you couldn't let him ruin tonight. Tonight was about celebrating one of your best friends birthday, and you were not about to spoil a perfect night of dancing and drinking.

"A round of shots and some limes please" you ordered at the bar on a drink run for the rest of the team ready to crack down on some bets. "Lemme help you with those" Trent spoke over the blasting music. I looked over my shoulder to see Trent standing dangerously close to me, hand placed on my waist as if he was trying to claim it. I moved his hand off my waist, pushing him back with a finger.

"Leave me alone Trent, I don't know why you've suddenly become fascinated with talking to me, but i'm not having it" I replied, my voice laced with curiosity to why he was suddenly trying to make nice with me. "Can I not want to turn over a new leaf?" "Leave what happened in the past?" Trent quickly replied back.

The scent of his cologne clouding your thoughts, you needed to get away from him as fast as possible. I fully turned around, now facing him completely. "I tried that Trent and you didn't want any part of it" "well, new year new me" Trent smiled back still clung to your side, you laughed in response. "Liverpool has a better chance of winning the league this season then you "turning over a new leaf" I swiftly replied back, grabbing my tray of shots back to the group leaving Trent dumbfounded at the bar.

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"Party monster" now blasted through the club, prompting everyone to get on the dance floor. I took a last shot of tequila before heading to the dance floor ready for a night spent with my friends partying and forgetting all about how Trent had made me feel earlier in the night.

I was between Lucia and Tolami, swaying my body to the music focusing on the lyrics. My thoughts were suddenly taken over by Trent. I couldn't stop wondering about where he was, what he was doing, or more who he was doing. I looked over to where most of the team sat, as if he had heard my thoughts, there was Trent. He was watching me, a smirk playing evidently on his face. As if his thoughts were the same as mine.

I suddenly felt insecure. Wondering how I looked right now, was my hair still in place, was my makeup still showing? I tore my eyes away from Trent, telling the girls I was getting another drink shouting over the song still playing. I felt hazy as the clicking of my heels followed my fast pace towards the bar in desperate need of something to calm my nerves.

"Can I get a cosmopolitan please" I ordered, once again faced with the bartender that had also been eyeing me the entire night. He handed me my drink grabbing my other hand as I went to tip, "I haven't seen you here before" he spoke.

Surprised by his actions, I didn't reply back right away. I laughed awkwardly, "I'm here for a friends-" before I could finish Trent ripped my hand away from the bartenders grip grabbing my waist bringing it into his. "She's here with me, you get it" he said, his hand never leaving my side.

"Low it man, I didn't know she was taken" the bartender gulped. "Yea I'm sure that was it, well now you know" "so don't ever put your hands on her again, you understand" Trent harshly said walking me away from the bar down the hallway where I was quickly pushed up against a wall.

"Trent you have no right-" I was again cut off, "I have every right when my girl is being gripped by another guy" he responded. Sliding his hand up my body, toying with the strap of my dress. I scoffed, "your girl?, when have I ever been your girl Trent" I replied, his name rolling off my mouth with a distaste.

"Don't play stupid with me y/n" "I know you saw me staring at you, I know what you felt" he whispered the last part into my ear, chills ran up my exposed back, the air suddenly becoming hot and the tension hotter. Our faces were inches apart my breathing now steady, Trent brought his hand up to my face before smashing his lips onto mine closing the gap between Us.

The kiss was demanding, hot and passionate. Trent grabbed my ass as Ilet out a gasp giving him an opportunity to put his tongue into my mouth. I barley had time for air as he recovered much faster then I did. Football gives you good stamina, "Trent" I breathed out. "Y/n" he responded back.

"I want more, I want you." I said, my voice trembling as he left open mouth kisses down my neck, moaning at the contact. His tongue worked so good against my neck, I wondered what it would be like where I needed him most. He pulled back looking into my eyes before grabbing my ass again, "get your things" he responded with a sexy smile, his eyes dark with lust.

Trent's apartment was quickly turned into a mess, our clothes scattered all over the floor as we made our way to the bedroom. Eager to feel relief and finally give into our sexual desires.

Trent was now under me, breathing heavily as our naked bodies clashed between our kisses. I made my way down his neck, leaving marks for a reminder of tonight. I then reached his abs leaving a trail of kisses down his toned chest, my nipples becoming hard as he gripped them. I placed a kiss on his hard cock, licking the pre cum that dripped down.

Trent moaned softly before swiftly flipping us over, his tall figure now looming over me. He left kisses all over my breasts before taking my left one into his mouth while massaging the right. "So good Trent" I moaned out, Trent slowly leaving my breasts.

Trent moaned softly before swiftly flipping us over, his tall figure now looming over me. He left kisses all over my breasts before taking my left one into his mouth while massaging the right. "So good Trent' I moaned out, Trent left my breast to catch my lips into another passionate kiss. "I want you y/n" Trent whispered into my chest, "then take me" I responded.

Trent lined up with my dripping pussy before thrusting harshly into me, leaving me a moaning mess at how much he filled me up. "So full Trent" I moaned out as his pace sped up hitting all the right places.

Trent continued to pound into me as he leaned down to leave kisses all down my neck as I pulled at his hair earning a low grunt that turned me on even more. I was wrapped around his dick as his hands roamed all around my body unsure of where to place them, the pleasure was too good.

"So close" I moaned out to Trent. "I know, me too" he said before grunting as we both hit a new angle making my legs shake at the feeling.

"Fuck, me Trent" I shouted praising him as I climaxed, my eyes rolling to the back of my head. My nails leaving marks down his back as he continued to chase his high.

Trent came with a loud grunt, my name falling from his mouth as he coated my walls with his thick load. He leaned down towards me before pulling out and flipping me over so that I was on top of him once again. "y/n, would you like to join me in the shower?" Trent playfully asked. "Of course" I softly replied back as I gave him a long soft kiss.

[mrsgravity]

jealous (TAA)

Note : Jude in this story is in Liverpool because I can't get over the idea that he's not coming to Liverpool and that makes me (💔)

W : angst , toxic Trent , bad words

English is not my first language 🫠

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Your laughs came high with Jude because of a ridiculous joke he made, You couldn't resist and held your stomach hard. You two spent the last minutes gossiping nonstop until your third gave a reaction

"Why are you so fucking loud?"

Trent scoffed as he removed his headphones which he no longer heard much from it because of your voices, you looked at Trent while you narrowly hold your laugh.

"Then why don't you join us?" You looked at Jude and you two exploded with another bout of laughter, Trent rolled his eyes and went back to what he was doing. You used to mock him always, he was the calmest person among you and then you and then Jude ... I don't think he's even on the list of calm people. Very loud , funny , passionate and loved by almost everyone.

Either Trent? You wouldn't say he was the exact opposite, but he was remarkably calmer and conservative. And you were right in the middle. You've known your boys throughout your work here. You've been through all their wins and losses, and you wouldn't have been happier than seeing them happy around you. Of course you knew Trent a while before Jude, and by his coming you got closer to them more.

You continued gossiping next to Trent, who didn't take his head off from what he was watching until you decided to tease him a little by pulling his headphones

"I don't have time for games y/n give it back"

"Come and take it" you put it in youe head and looked at him with a playful look. He sighed and get up from his place in disbelief that he would engage in these childish acts, he stood in front of you and reached his hand waiting to get it back. And when he thought he'd get it you pulled it back from him and repeat it again and again, enjoying it.

"Alright keep it to yourself"

"Ugh you're so boring, I'll give it to Jude"

"let it be"

He returned to his seat surrendered and you smiled triumphantly to Jude "I told you he is in a shit mood today" You complete your conversation with Jude, and you're not realizing about someone else's gazes that almost penetrates you.

The following days passed without any events that might be remembered, the boys indulged in training and you got busy working too. Trent has been working a lot in recent times due to the decline in his level, that you noticed he was overexerting himself. Jude has been a supporter during this time a lot, in any case you've given the best of you to them as well.

Jude came to you to lie on the grass tired and then Trent followed him, you extended him the water bottle to drink

"You can't overstress yourself like that, in that way you'll collapse before you get better"

"When did you see me collapse before?"

He wiped his mouth and you looked at him with a smirk, you didn't deny that his confidence and foolish ego was attractive some times but your pride was too big to fall for him that way.

"You're a human after all"

You extended your hand for Jude to help him get up while Trent returned to the field, and you found yourself complaining to Jude involuntary.

"I think he ignores me sometimes"

"Ignores you how?"

"I don't know.. he doesn't treat me very well these times"

Jude arched his lips and put his hand on your shoulder

"Do you want me to talk to him about that?"

"No .. no Jude I'll deal with it"

Honestly you didn't know how to deal with it, you tried to think of something you did that might have bothered him, but he was your friend. He wouldn't be bothered by something that came from you, and if that happened he had come and let you know. So you didn't think of anything else than giving him time because he was a person with private space and you didn't like to intervene.

"Are you free tonight? We can spend time if you want"

"No Judie you better rest"

You knew he was trying to comfort you, but you didn't want to give the situation more attention, everything will be back as it was.

After that you started watching Trent's actions carefully, He was quiet as usual except for some annoyances act by harassing this and that. And by interacting with Jude so he won't notice what you're doing. Sometimes you noticed he prolonged looking at you, It was normal but it was intense this time and you decided to ignore this again because his actions are unpredictable. Jude was creating an atmosphere to talk as usual and you were trying to talk to Trent more, most of his answers were looking at you and nodding and you were smiling at him anyway. He excused to go and do something, and as soon as he left you sighed and you were on your own with Jude.

"Is that because I pulled his headphones?"

"I don't think so, I think you should talk to him"

"But I don't know what I've done"

Then you two stopped talking when he came back

"Something important I don't know about?"

"Nah bro we're not planning to kill you"

Trent hummed and Jude suddenly thought to leave you two alone so he look at you with an encouragement look and excused to leave, and at this moment you felt like you didn't know exactly what to say and why so you just looked at him until he noticed you

"Hmm?"

"Nothing but.. I wanted to know if you are upset from me"

"Why would I?"

"I don't know ask yourself"

"Nah you're delusional"

His answer wasn't enough to you and you even felt like he didn't want to give you the right answer so you wanted to press him more

"But Trent you've been ignoring me sometimes and I'd like to know if- "

"I told you y/n you're delusional, no one is ignoring anyone"

"Fine .. I have to go back to work"

He talked without even looking at you and you got up and went somewhere else, you barely understood that he was so carelessness to you and you still unanswered. You came across Jude on your way talking to someone then he noticed you and came to you

"So?"

He was waiting for your answer but you shook your head and didn't stop walking

"What happened?"

"Nothing interesting"

"Come on y/n you leave me unanswered"

"He didn't want to tell me anything"

You felt like he was a little harsh with you but you'll come tomorrow and pretend nothing has happened, until he makes an apology about this maybe.

"I'll talk to him"

"No need Jude"

You grabbed his arm and stopped him from helping you

"Everything will be alright".

You came home late and threw yourself on the couch, you were so tired that you lazed making food but you got up for a cup of tea as you think about what happened today. Bad mood Trent was all you thought about then you got a notification from your phone. It was Jude checking if you got home or yet. You loved how he cared about you and supported you always, very lucky to have a friend like Jude. You would never have compared him to Trent but after what happened today you started asking yourself if Trent had changed or not, but you knocked out all these thoughts and went to talk to him, so he might have gone back to normal a little bit

You

You awake?

Trentskii💥

Yeah

You

How do you feel?

Trentskii💥

I'm good

Why

You

Nothing I was just checking

Seen

You bit your lip and waited for him to react but he was silent, a little anger sneaked on you because he didn't think of apologizing for what happened today. Does it make sense that he forgot?

You

Did you forget something?

Trentskii💥

Don't think so

You

Oh

Seen

You

Why did you get so cold?

Trentskii💥

Am I?

You put your phone aside and decided it's better to sleep because there's no point in this. You were really mad at him this time to ignore you that way, and the worst thing is you didn't know why. He was bad and you couldn't bear it any more.

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He was looking at the ceiling for a long time, then he finally noticed that he couldn't sleep. He sighed and picked up his phone by the pillow and found nothing interesting or someone to talk to at this time except he was checking some chats. He huffed and he got up to sit on the edge of the bed stroking his forehead, the nights he wasn't able to sleep were awful. Suddenly he got a notification on his phone and you were checking if he was asleep or not. He took a moments to think about what to answer then he just go on with yeah. He found you asking how he was, something he didn't find out about, yet. He wasn't okay these time and you already figured this out. It's like he's not comfortable telling you things like he used to do .. and it got annoying for him. He found himself keeping you away from him which he didn't count and didn't want to do this to you but his feelings prevailed at that moment. He noticed that you ignored his last message and guess you gave up and just went to sleep.

In the morning, he found you avoiding even looking at him but he wasn't surprised anyway, expected to treat him this way indefinitely. Jude was going to her from time to time so he didn't worry about you being alone. Since morning, he hasn't spoken a word and been quiet so he found Robbo asking him if he was okay.

"I'm good no need to worry"

He was incredibly upset. And what upset him the most is when he sees you go to deep talks with Jude without feeling what's around you, just a lot of rubbish. You made an eye contact with him accidentally and he saw you turn your face and don't care about him at all. Which made him dispute more and more. He let the training early for today and was the first one who leave, doesn't want to see you and stop him on something.

Jude saw him leave quickly and couldn't reach him to stop him. He asked if you knew what's wrong with him today and you didn't think of telling him anything

"Do you want to go out tonight? I feel like work prevented me from the world a century ago"

Jude approved your ask and you finally felt like you were going to do something that felt good, and appreciate that one of your friends was with you, either Trent decided not to bother you two and go home and stay up over other things, his thoughts. Lots of concerns have come to him, not sure if the half of it was true or not until his head started hurting him

They say you won't know that you love someone until you see them fall in love with someone else. He finally confessed to himself but he won't dare tell you, not after seeing you so happy with Jude and not with him, and not after he pushed you himself from him. But what was he missing? He gave you everything he could and at the end he felt you prefer Jude instead of him. You made him feel shit so he put all the blame on you and not him.

And while that you were fooling around with Jude and having fun with him, you couldn't stop yourself from admiring all these moments .. running and laughing for no reasons and sneaking here and there in the city at night, hoping no one will catches you two. You felt you were free from everything, you felt like the world loved you. Although you're worried that someone will see you together and have problems but your mind was clearer than thinking of a problem right now.

Passing the luxurious bars of VIPs then down the streets and running randomly, the lights of the city's stars were so beautiful on you, but you felt like every one of them were blaming you for something you didn't know what was. Your hands were in your pockets and walking next to each other, breathing fresh air deeply and contemplate the streets. You looked at Jude and smiled and he smiled at you too

"What?"

"Nothing I'm just smiling"

"You're full of energy today"

You chuckled together, you were seeing Jude as your best friend next to Trent. You couldn't stop liking him always and all he does. He was very warm for you.

And at that moment you thought... What really prevents you from liking him really? He wouldn't have a problem or reject you mostly.. he was too kind for that, but you were not completely sure.

"Thank you for everything Jude"

"Come on, you wanted this and I tried to help you to be one of your best nights"

You laughed and held his arm, sighed with tiredness and pleasure. And before you go ahead to do any other action, Trent passed on your mind, wondering what he's doing now.. mostly stays up to watch NBA games or gets bored. Anyways he messed up your mood a little bit but you wanted to stay longer with Jude, apparently you didn't have a choice.

"Let's go back home, you must be tired"

"Yeah you're right"

"But Jude ..."

"Hm?"

Will you do it? Will you settle your situation, or will you just be doubtful and retreat? You were worried about his reaction, and Trent's reaction as well. Doing this means you're going to give up one of them and you're not going back like you were mostly. Why would you do it anyway? Yes, Jude was great with you in everything, but was he really your dream man maybe? You see him more as a best friend of yours. You felt so rushed and reckless and decided to end this before it got more reckless

"Oh no .. forget about it"

You were tired all the way by Jude's car and daydreaming on the views from the window. He get you home and make sure you entered the house, you waved him and close the door happily. You took your coat off and hung it, and before you did anything else the doorbell rang. You froze in your place and wondered who will visit you at this late hour of the night, the door knocked this time and you went to open it. Your mouth stayed a little open and you got nervous because he was the last visitor would have expected to come

"Trent?"

He stand there only looking at you through his dark eyes so you decided to stand back to let him in

"Come in it's freezing outside"

He get in and closed the door behind him and leaned on it with his back

"Where were you?"

"Outside.. just stayed up with some friends, why?"

"I called you until I decided to come myself and check, are you sure you were with just friends?"

You forgot that your phone was on silent and you were barely going to hear it while you were out there. But what you didn't understand was Trent's language by saying friends, you felt like he was blaming you

"What do you mean by friends Trent? And I'm sorry but I forgot my phone in silent mode"

"I mean if he was Jude or not"

"And what's wrong if Jude was with me or not?"

"He was Jude then"

He smirked and bit his lower lip, you were standing there pointlessly waiting to justify his situation by coming this time, and also hearing his reasons for asking these strange questions

"I can't understand you Trent, what are you trying to say?"

He shrugged his shoulders and stayed there just watching you

"You don't pretend everything's okay with us after all this, don't you?"

"Everything is cool"

"Trent! Stop being a fool and tell me what you want"

He came to you and stood inches away from you, you didn't want to walk away so you stood here staring at him in misunderstanding

"Tell me why you were with Jude"

"it's none of your business"

You simply said in defiance of his harsh looks

"I expect something more intimate"

"I said it's none of your business"

"Why? Didn't you bother yoreself telling me at least?"

"I was tired of you and your actions, so decided to take a break"

"Of me?"

He scoffed and looked at you with an arrogant look, and you weren't good under his looks at you that almost breaking you through

"Don't act stupid now"

He approached your face seriously and you felt like that you could barely breathe, your legs were holding you hardly because of the gaze he still kept

"I want to know what happened between you and Jude"

"I don't like to repeat-"

"Maybe you would tell me how many times you fucked him this time"

You pushed him hard from his chest, not believing what he was raving about and started yelling at him hysterically

"Are you drunk? Did you lose your fucking mind or what? Answer me Trent I can't handle any more of your shit"

"Can't you just say you've been a fool for him all this time"

"Not before I know why you suddenly decided to become a big asshole"

You didn't think of lowering your voice because anger was your sense at that moment and you didn't care if neighbors would hear you or not. And you saw Trent trying to control himself but you just go ahead

"You just ignore me until you show up at my house like you care about me, and you know what? Yes! I was going to confess for him an hour ago and gonna do it tomorrow either"

He insisted on his teeth and quickly approached you holding your arms, you struggled so hard to free yourself from him but he was stronger than you and hold you to look at him only

"You were just blind, you didn't see what I was doing for you because you didn't see someone who isn't Jude and insisted on your blindness"

"Trent you're hurting me"

"I cared about you many times, why didn't you notice me then?"

"Why didn't you make me then?"

"Was I even enough for you? Because you made me feel nothing"

He was just screaming at you there, evil flies out of his eyes and he become someone you never knew

"What the fuck is wrong with you"

The tears began to form in your eyes unwilling and your voice came shaking. Your brain couldn't bear that your best friend suddenly became a stranger to you, He even suspected you and Jude in a wrong way, hided his feelings and put the blame on you. He moved away from you after finally realizing he was tough with you, stood there without expressions on his face to watch you just shed tears. You covered your eyes trying to stop it but you were weaker than that, hours ago you had a great evening until it eventually just turned into tears and you wouldn't have forgiven Trent for this.

You felt his arms surrounding you and tried to get away from him but he didn't let you

"Just leave me alone and get out of here"

You muttered amid your tears not satisfied with his trying to comfort you after that but he didn't moved at all

"I didn't mean it"

"After what?"

He get away to grab your face and look at it closely while wiping away your tears, you didn't like his attempts yet but you just surrendered on his touches. Suddenly he hold your hand and sit on the couch then pulled you to sit on his thighs. You were surprised by his actions which you weren't used to and looked at him

"Why like this"

He didn't answer you and surround your waist with his hands

"You know .. I just fucked up so I decided to finish this early"

"Finishing what?"

"Don't act so stupid, I can't see you with him anymore"

"But Jude is my friend!"

You got nervous from this very close position and you turned your face so you could breathe a little bit

"And I don't want to see you more than friends"

"What's your excuse?"

You still avoiding any eye contact with him unaware of exactly what he wants from you. He put his hand behind your neck to make you look at him, making you more nervous because of this heavy atmosphere

"Just look at me, am I enough for you?"

"Trent .."

You felt like he was doing this on purpose to make you confuse, but he was very close to your face, so close that you sank into his eyes.

"Answer me"

"of course you are"

Your voice turned to whispers, lost between the features of his face and his look. You didn't notice that he was this hot from close before, and you felt guilt that you didn't give him the right space to make him confess to you

"You just had to tell me this before .. you know"

He looked at you with a cold look and put his hands on your thighs then you finally realized

"Oh right .. you're Trent"

He smiled and brought you closer to his face and touch your cheeks with his lips

"Can I kiss you now?"

He asked nicely with his hands squeezing your thigh now

"Not before you say sorry"

He exhaled heavily and came down to your neck to put a few soft kisses that made you laugh and told him to stop, but he kept doing it, then he raised his head to meet your eyes again and whispered I love you. And before you even respond he pulled you for a kiss that made your stomach disturb. A butterfly kiss , a heavy kiss , and praise you between each one .. anything to never let you go.

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I'm not completely happy with the final result 🫠 but let me know about your feedbacks ! Hope u enjoyed <3

[nicolesainz]

Is it cool that I said all that? (AB1)

Alisson Becker x f!reader

Author's note: I find it a massive offence that no one has written any fan fiction about this man. He is the finest GK in the PL and deserves some love. Also he is my new obsession even though I only like Kostas Tsimikas from Liverpool (greek scouser core). Shoutout to @joochilwell for being so kind and sharing Alison with me, I love you girl. Anyway, hope you guys enjoy!

Summary: You are friends with Kostas and after Liverpool's insane win against Manchester City, the team goes to the club to celebrate the win. Alisson has set his eyes on you and is about to mess things up just for a night with you.

Warnings: minors dni, 18+, angst, jealousy, bit of soft Alisson, bad Portuguese translation (sorry to anyone who may be offended, my native is Greek and English)

"I swear to god I will not be caring you back to your house, Robbo is caring you. I have work tomorrow." I warn Kostas with a sneaky smile, knowing he will end up drunk, singing out loud, with Klopp calling me in the morning asking me his whereabouts.

"Oh please, I will be just fine. Also don't count too much on Robertson. Mo maybe a better option." Kostas pointed out, erasing another potential helper of mine.

"Mo won't be coming. Said he was tired. I will find someone to help me take care of you. I don't worry about that." I was looking through my contacts trying to find the perfect teammate. It was at this moment that he appeared in front of me.

"Mate, you will be perfect for the job." Kostas shouts in my ear, as I raise my head and look at Alison's blue stunning eyes that were instantly locked with mine. I share a soft smile with Alisson, before he looks back at Kostas with a weirded out expression.

"What job? What did you do?" He is almost growling at his greek teammate before I save his ass once more.

"I may be in need of a helping hand in case Kostas gets badly drunk. Last time I almost broke my arm trying to carry him back to his house." Alisson's eyes land back on mine and worry with what I was faced the last time alcohol was involved.

“Don ruin her night mate. Let’s all enjoy this win. But sure, I will help you in case anything happens.” He replies to my request and i instantly relaxed at the thought of Alisson being the one that would help me.

“I owe you! Thank you so much! See you at the club in a few hours” I waved goodbye to Alison and made my way with Kostas to my car so I could drive him back to his house. Alisson didn’t seem like himself so much. He seemed tired but now because of the game. More mentally exhausted.

As Kostas is about to get off my car, he unbuckles his seatbelt and turns towards me to face me. He has a guilty look in his eyes and I instantly can tell he is hiding something.

"Spit it out, right now. What is it?" I would rather know what he is about to do, instead of be surprised at night.

"Would it kill you to dance with Alisson today? Can you keep him company? I promise I won't get drunk." He didn't want to confess this in the first place but he was so pressed on telling me so.

Why would he ask me to keep Alisosn company? We are friends and of course I would be with him at the club tonight. Why does that mean?

"Is there a hidden meaning behind all this Tsimi? Cause if there is, I have to know. There's a reason why you're confessing this to me." Is Alisosn okay? Has someone done something to him. Should I call him and tell him to come over. This sounds serious.

"He will tell you for himself. I can't ruin the magic. See you tonight." Okay, what was this all about?

I finally arrive at my house and instantly throw myself on the couch, surrounded by the paperwork that needs to be done and multiple programs for the teams next games.

I can't get out of my head what Kostas said to me. He sounded so sketchy and mysterious. Should I be worried about Alisson? I couldn't resist and I decided to text him.

"Kostas was acting a little bit weird and told me to keep you company tonight at the club. Is something wrong?"

I shut my phone and kept on organising my scattered papers, wanting to get things in order but at the same time I couldn't get Alisson out of my head. I had to talk to him.

The notification sound from my phone startled me when it echoed from my room. I rushed to pick it up and my eyes widened when I saw that it was a reply from Alisson.

"I actually wanted to kind of talk to you privately. But I can't say what I want from the phone."

So my gut about something being off was right.

"Want to come by my house? It will be better than a coffee shop." I suggest wanting to make him feel more comfortable. I know that if he is seen with any girl that isn't known to the public eye will cause many talking points and that is certainly not something he wants right now.

"If you are okay with it then no problem. I will be there soon." All the players knew where I lived so if anything occurred with their schedules or wanted to resolve an issue, they could come to me.

In an extremely fast pace, I began cleaning the apartment so it didn't look like a paper bomb has erupted. I always like to keep the house clean but with guests around I wanted it to be spotless. I managed to finish tidying up before Alisson showed up. I threw on some more clean clothes after a quick shower and was waiting for him.

Speaking of the devil, the door bell rang a few moments after I was finally ready myself. I rushed to open the door and I was greeted by a shy smile from the Brazilian goalkeeper, along with a small bouquet of red roses that were peaking from behind his back.

"Come on in. You are just in time." I said in an extremely lower manner than the one I usually greet people. Before he could get past the door, he revealed the flowers and handed them to me, trying to hide his flushed cheeks from my eyesight. I had never seen Alisson so shy. He is for sure a gentleman and a wonderful man, although whenever I see him in practice, he is all tense and angry, cursing sometimes in Portuguese.

"These are for you. I asked Kostas what kind of flowers you like, in case you were allergic to any other type or weren't your favourite." He explain and my heart instantly goes soft. He is so thoughtful that I could have cried on the spot. I gave him a big hug after I closed the door behind him. I had to tip toe a little bit given he is a very tall man.

Alisson's arms wrapped around my waist were so firm, with a very familiar and yet so secure feeling. It was a very sweet gesture from him and for an unexpected reason, I didn't want him to let go of me.

"This is the sweetest thing ever. Thank you so much Alisson. I will put them in my bedroom so they will brighten the atmosphere. Don't be nervous, take it as your home! Would you like to drink anything?" I put the flowers in a vase and left it in the kitchen counter before moving them inside my room.

"No no, thank you. I just, really wanted to talk to you. I feel like if I don't say what I want, an opportunity will be gone and then I will regret it." Oh dear it sounds serious. For a moment I was scared that he wanted to talk to me about transferring and leaving Liverpool. We had grown close to each other and I would hate the feeling of him leaving the team after so many years.

"Oh okay. Well, I am all ears. Tell me what is going on because I am getting anxious." I replied and we both sat on my couch, Alisson was toying with his fingers, trying to find the words to say what he wants.

"So, um, for the last three years, ever since you joined the team, I have, uh, I have, well, oh" He is getting more and more nervous as he is getting to the point and I take his hands into mine, wanting to calm him down.

"Hey hey hey. It is okay. You can talk to me. Look at me Alisson, please. Don't be scared. I will not judge you."

"I well, I, gosto muito de ti" (I like you very much)

Okay well, that didn't go as planed. Unfortunately I couldn't understand Portuguese, so that made the matter even more complicated. I placed my hand on his cheek, caressing it calmly. Finally I got Alisson to look at me and his blue eyes revealed to me all that I needed to know.

"Are you saying what I think you are?"

"Yes. What I have been trying to say is and clearly not very successfully, is that I like you y/n. And a lot if I am being honest. It took me such a long time to admit it but I finally did so. I just wanted you to be aware and I will completely understand if you don't wanna-" I cut him off with a soft kiss on his cheek, that instantly gave him the courage to take me on his lap and allow me to continue.

"You are a one of a kind man Alisson. I am very happy you finally admitted your feelings to me, because with the way Kostas was trying to subtly tell me I was getting worried about you. At least now I know and I am over the moon." I wrapped once more my hands around his neck and gave him a very tight hug, whilst sliding my fingers in his curly black hair.

"I don't want to force you into anything. We can take things slow. You are very important to me." I finally got a glimpse of his beautifully bright smile and without any hesitation I smashed my lips onto his, trying to prove to him how much I would love to be with him.

His hands curled up on my waist whilst my legs were curled around his waist. His kisses were poured with passionate emotions and love. I could sense a smile underneath the kisses around my neck and the only thing that echoed in the house were my giggles.

"Tu farás de mim o homem mais feliz, se me deixares estar contigo." (You'll make me the happiest man if you let me be with you.)

"I may not understand what you are saying but, És o homem mais espantoso." (You are the most amazing man)

I said that in the most silly Portuguese accent, but Alisson seemed to appreciate the effort very much.

"I think I need to learn a bit of Portuguese if I want to be able to understand you."

"I will teach you everything you need to know my love. No need to worry."

Alisson was explaining to me how he fell in love when he first saw me, how difficult it was at first to adapt to the English lifestyle and especially the Merseyside and how he was intimidated by Liverpool's rich history thinking he wouldn't be able to live up to Klopp's and the owners expectations.

Getting to know him even better than I already did, made me realise how special he is. All of his teammates speak so highly of him, whether its mates from Liverpool or the Brazilian national team. The quiet and sweet goalkeeper who was too scared to talk to me, proved to be a very smart, friendly and openhearted but most importantly passionate footballer with many dreams and ambitions.

"Oh god, it's already seven. Virgil told us to be at the club at ten. I should probably get going so I can let you get ready. Should I come by again and pick you up? Would you like that?" The fact that he suggested we arrive to the club together made my heart beat so fast and how I could I ever resist to the sweet way he suggested it?

"Of course. I would love that. So, see you soon?" I placed my hands on his chest and I earned a small peck on the lips from him, given that if it was a full blown kiss, we would have ended up on the couch once more.

"See you soon amór" He gave me a final kiss before walking out of the door. At this moment I was the happiest woman in the entire Merseyside and I had no idea this was about to get even better.

I sped to my closet to pick up my outfit for the night. I panicked when I went through all the possible options and none of them seemed fitting enough for my liking. Plus, it wasn't even going to be an actual fancy night club. More like a local one that the team had booked and some fans could tag along.

I finally found hidden in the depth of my closet my white corset, which was not too revealing but at the same time it showed of my figure in the way I liked. I decided to pair it with a pair of black jeans that would match perfectly with my louboutins. I had a quick shower after finally finding what my outfit would be and then for the final step it was hair and makeup.

Simple but chic was tonights moto, so I was in favour of letting my beach curls loose and putting on some very light makeup. A hint of mascara, my favourite red lipstick and a puff of the best perfume I had. I took a a quick look at myself in the mirror when at the same moment the door bell rang for the second time today.

I opened the door in the most giddy and exciting way, being presented with a version of Alisson I wasn't really used to seeing. He was wearing a navy blue polo, matched with a pair of black trousers and sneakers like every footballer likes to wear at a night out. A few strands of hair were falling on his forehead which made his appearance even more attractive. Although, if I am being honest, nothing could top Alisson wearing the black Liverpool kit with the number 1 on the back.

"The most beautiful woman in all of Liverpool." He kept scanning me from head to toe with his mouth agape, flushed like never before and heavy breathing. I couldn't believe it that I would be escorted to the club by the team's main goalkeeper and the biggest sweetheart I had ever met.

"Says the most handsome goalkeeper in all the Premier League." I took my keys and phone before grasping onto his firm and strong bicep.

"Only the Prem? I would say the world if I were you." He winked playfully at me.

"Nah, there are a few keepers that are in close competition." I couldn't contain my laugh when I saw the offended expression on his face.

"I am willing to prove you otherwise." He whispered in my ear and his hot breath hit my neck, which sent shiver all over my spine. I kind of wished I got to see this side of Alisson as well, although I didn’t expect it this soon. Not that I minded though.

“Behave” I cupped his jaw and landed a kiss before he opened the door of the club and instantly be greeted by some of his teammates.

Trent, Kostas, Andy and Dominik all surrounded him but without leaving me behind. I was welcomed by them like a part of the actual squad.

“Gonna be the life of the party tonight?” Trent cheekily asks me, having been seen by him at some of my drunkest moments.

“Nah. I need to play nice and take care of you lot. Maybe another time.” There’s a frown that quickly wipes away his smile of excitement, knowing that he could have found a shots partner.

“You owe us next time. Getting away now but not for long.” Robertson raised his glass of whiskey and downed it in seconds.

“I’ll tell you what. If you manage to score a hat trick against Crystal Palace, then I will buy you all the drink you will have at our next gathering.”

Andy almost chocked on his drink when he heard my dare.

“Fucking hat trick? Well, it is Palace but jesus christ. You are so in. Deal.” And we shook each other’s hands firmly.

Kostas and Andy left to go with Virgil and Alexis, whilst I was with Trent, Alisson and Dominik.

I had caught with the corner of my eye Dominik staring at me from time to time. I tend to catch me checking me out but I feel like the corset I am wearing is giving him what he wants so out of reflex I take Alisson’s hand into mine and squeeze it a bit.

He hasn’t understood what is going on, until Dominik opened his mouth.

“Looking gorgeous today, y/n. As you always do.” He winks at me and I have a sensation of disgust churning inside my stomach. I’m not the only woman in the club that he tends to flirt with. He even does this with the women of Liverpool’s female team.

“Thank you Dom.” I sharply reply trying to avoid all possible eye contact with him.

“You know, it’s a pity a girl like you to be all alone. Need a partner maybe?” Alisson caught on to what Dominik said and without hesitation he answered very confidently:

“Looking at him right now mate” showing off the way he was holding my hand.

Trent eyed me with a widened expression and mouthed me the phrase ‘When was this?’

I said to him that ‘It’s a long story’ and would explain it to him another time.

“Oh getting lucky big man, eh!” Dominik’s jokes weren’t funny anymore when even Trent stopped laughing.

To my surprise and fortunate luck, Gakpo came up to us and wanted to talk to Dominik privately so that was also Trent’s cue to head to the rest of the field.

“I’m so sorry, I had no idea he’d say such things.” I say in a very apologetic manner, as if I was the one hitting on Dominik.

“You don’t have to be sorry about anything my love. He was acting like an asshole and got what he deserved. Although I could’ve said more.” Knowing that Alisson had other ways to defend me as well, made me know that in any instance, he would have my back, like I would have his.

“If you don’t feel comfortable then we can head out. Go somewhere more privately where we won’t have to face anyone.” I sneakily suggested

“Actually yes. That would be great. I would love that.” Happy that he agrees with my plan, I go up to Kostas and alert him that both Alisson and I are leaving. Trent says that it’s also better we leave given that if Dominik continued to act like so, Alisson would have resorted to possible violence.

For the final time tonight, we got on Alisson's car, without knowing which destination to take. All that mattered was to leave the club and be somewhere without anyone disturbing us. Before I could suggest a place we could visit, Alisson immediately said:

"Want to go by my house?" I know he had good intentions and didn't suggest it in a sneaky way, despite how the night ended up evolving.

"Sure thing." I trusted him, I knew he wouldn't do anything to make me feel uncomfortable. And if I am being honest, I am thankful we decided to leave the bar.

The ride from the club until Alisson's house wasn't very long. Once he parked his car, we got off and opened me the door to his house like a gentleman. I was aware that footballers get paid very well money but that wasn't this much apparent with his house. It was very beautifully decorated and was very cozy, instead of a luxurious mansion.

He offered me a glass of wine as we sat opposite of each other on his couch. He seemed a little tense at first with what had happened with Dominik and it was understandable. I was as well, but we shouldn't let this feeling ruin our night.

"Can I ask you something?" He quietly asked me.

"Anything you want."

"Do you seriously think there's a more handsome goalkeeper than me? Or better? Not just in the league."

Was he seriously asking me that? I only said it as a joke. Of course every goalkeeper is unique in their own way but Alisson was special in my eyes. He was fierce and passionate every time he was on the pitch. No one was number one for me, besides him.

"Of course not. You are the most talented keeper the league has known in the last years, extremely impressive as well as massively hot." The comment in the end was the cherry on top of the cake.

"Not to mention your header against West Brom. Shook me to my core."

I leaned towards him, only to be grabbed fiercely and sat on his lap. Alisson's lips leaned closer to my lobe, only for him to seductively whisper:

"Need another goal tonight?"

Before I had the chance to reply, he lift me up and started kissing my neck, his beard leaving marks all over it, whilst his hands were dominantly sitting on the sides of my thighs, sliding upwards to my ass. My soft moans had started to sound more clear to his ears, which boosted him to continue and move us to his bedroom.

Before I decided to occupy my hands with his fluffy hair, I pulled off his shirt, whilst his grasp on me was still very strong. I was met with a body structured like a greek god's. Every slick touch of mine on his body was fascinating. Shaping his v-line and abs before taking his face into my hands and kissing him into oblivion.

It was only fair he undid my corset, which let loose my squeezed up breasts and revealed the upper naked part of my body. Alisson laid me carefully on his bed, before coming on top of me and feasting on my neck, whilst his hands were playing with my nipples. I could feel his hardened erection pushing against my jeans and my eyes rolled to the back of my head, getting a taste of what was about to come later.

"És tão incrivelmente bonita" (You are so incredibly beautiful)

His raspy Brazilian voice earned him a louder and needier moan. All I wanted was him and for him to feast on me. This man deserved to be worshipped.

"I'm yours Alisson. Oh god don't stop."

"Glad you decided to associate me with god."

Little did I know that the reason he said this, was because once his tongue slipped against my wet womanhood I was sent into heaven. I was nothing but his to please and after a night with him, no one could ever compare nor I would allow anyone to touch me.

His piercing blue eyes were glued to mine, as I couldn't remove them from the way he was trying to leave his mark on me. Every kiss and lick on my wetness was a sign that this territory has his name on it.

"Mine and only mine" he growled soft before getting up and letting me waiting and all needy. In a few swift moves he had undone his belt and removed his jeans, which finally let free to my eyesight his tightened against his boxers length.

I gulped hardly as placed my fingers delicately inside his boxers and held my cock, which sprung outside and made me gasp as I was trying to get ahold of the fact that it was going to be the death of me.

"Gosta do que está a ver?" (Like what you see?) a satisfied smile was plastered all over his face with the reaction of mine.

"I surely am. Oh lord."

He leaned forward, close to my core and rubbed his cock against it and even with a single touch, I was in desperate need of him. After Alisson teased the god out of me, I felt him entering me and in seconds I had folded, clenching tightly wanting to get used to his size.

"Fuck baby, you are so tight. So perfect." Alisson's moans were erupting sparks inside my stomach. His swift moves were as pleasurable as looking into his eyes and with each thrust, I knew I was ruined. Each push was a love confession. Each twist was a confirmation that we were made for each other.

Each moan of mine was a reassurance that I was his.

"I want to prove to you in all the ways I can that I will make you happy."

[notahungryjoke]

Hungarian people, we were eating good tonight!

- Starboy Séfi is back as a starter after missing +200 days of football due to his injury. With a decent performance as well, and it's only going to get better, as he gains back his form.

- Sallai Roli starter again, following his motm performance and goal this weekend. Not his sharpest today, but him enjoying his coach's trust is so important, the minutes as well, after his injury in November. Trust the process and many more goals are coming. 🙏🏼

- Szobo screamer and fantastic performance against West Ham. Big chance to win this league with Liverpool, would be huge to get this trophy for his first season at the Prem. Putting his namecard down once again, proving his doubters wrong. ✌🏼

- MLSZ dropping a teaser for tomorrow's nt content. Looks very promising, hoping for some great content and wholesome moments, just like this one between Ádám Martin and Milos.

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Domi 🍑

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EUROVISION ABSOLUTE FUCKING BRAIN DUMP

Tonight, the night where... some... of Europe comes together and sings in an ..... something way, is the night I am willing to barf my brain out onto a page and commentate on the entire thing start to finish. THIS IS JUST MY OPINION!! Strap in motherfuckers....

We started the evening with the performance of last year's winner Ukraine (MWAH) starring Kate Middleton for some reason and Sam Ryder stood on top of some building in Liverpool. I had totally forgotten how earwormy that song was. I literally can't get it out of my head even now. We saw the countries come out onto stage to a very random compilation it seemed. I think Australia stole Germany's flag though.

PERFORMANCE 1 : ALBANIA- WHO THE HELL IS EDGAR? - TEYA & SALENA I'm not lying here when I say I LOVED this song. I loved how it took so much inspiration from Michael Jackson in the dance moves. The girl with the black hair was mind-blowing. Like, she was unbelievably gorgeous. I'm not saying the other one wasn't- they were both incredible. I loved how much colour and enthusiasm they seemed to have. IT WAS SO RANDOM AND I FREAKING LOVED IT. Rank no.5

PERFORMANCE 2 : PORTUGAL- AI CORAÇÃO- MIMICAT The dress. Oh my god that dress was DIVINE. I loved how like bright it was to be honest. It was just so dramatic and it felt like it had a lot of variety. I don't really know why it just really appealed to me. Her voice is DIVINE too. Rank no.6

PERFORMANCE 3 : SWITZERLAND- WATERGUN- REMO FORRER I'm not lying when I say that this song brought a tear to my eye. It was so moving but god, that guy needed to put a few more clothes on. I really liked it. Remo Forrer can sing so beatifully and yet I didn't know who he was before tonight. That low note made my jaw drop. Powerful. All I can say really. The guy also reminded me of Noah Schnapp for some goddamn insane reason. Rank no.7

PERFORMANCE 4 : POLAND- SOLO- BLANKA I had to rewatch it cause it was kind of forgettable. Felt like it had been done so much before. I don't mean any hate by this but I just didn't like it. I wasn't as WOW as other songs have been. It gave me the vibe of the Stuck In The Middle theme mixed with Despacito. It just didn't feel if you know what I mean. Rank no.23

PERFORMANCE 5 : SERBIA- SAMO MI SE SPAVA- LUKE BLACK Perfection. It was so.... I don't have words for it. It was just fantastic. It showed so much talent and I loved the Graham Norton description of the nerdiness and that definitely came across so incredibly in the performance. It was just like smoke sweat and tears. I LOVED THE VIDEO GAME BIT. It's a great song, it's a wonderful performance. It's the best. Also, take a moment to consider how fit the guy was. This was no doubt the best act in my opinion but I know not many people have the same opinions as me so I'm accepting the fact that he's probably not gonna win. Rank no.1

PERFORMANCE 6 : FRANCE- LA ZARRA- Évidement It had such a french vibe to it for some reason. It's stuck in my head. I really enjoyed it to be honest. The outfit was genuinely on point and the vocals were stunning. The chorus kinda gave me Dua Lipa vibes but there's nothing wrong with that is there. The lyrics were kinda dramatic. Overall, I ate it up. Freaking glorious song there was just a lot of good competition. Rank no.10

PERFORMANCE 7 : CYPRUS- BREAK A BROKEN HEART- ANDREW LAMBROU Not memorable. It was quite sad. He's got a good voice, there were just better songs to be honest. It was quite repetetitive. I didn't enjoy it particularly it was just there. A few more layers would be nice. He sung quite high and it wasn't necessarilly appealing. THE FIRE THO. That arena must have been so hot. His voice at the end was beautiful, fight me. Rank no.16

PERFORMANCE 8 : SPAIN- EAEA- BLANCA PALOMA The bit at the beginning with the vocalisations (I think that's what they're called) was incredible. It gave off quite a middle eastern movie vibe which I wasn't expecting from Spain. Her top genuinely looked like it had been melted by heat which made me laugh. It gave off a Satanic ritual vibe. I liked the song but the electronic parts really didn't fit her talented and gorgeous voice. Rank no.22

PERFORMANCE 9 : SWEDEN- TATTOO- LOREEN I loved the vibes she gave off espescially in the introduction bit to the song, she looked like a batty pintrest witch which is a look I adore. Her hair was just stunning but for some reason it didn't look real, I don't know. THE NAILS!! God, they were so long. Her whole set was just tattooine(hmm maybe she thought about that) to me. It gave Wrecking Ball by Miley Cyrus. I really liked it. The whole song was so nice. There's not really any other way to say it than that. I really liked it though. I'm happy it was her that won. Rank no.12

PERFORMANCE 10 : ALBANIA- DUJE- ALBINA & FAMILJA KELMENDI I really looked forward to this one because it was a family quite like me and my siblings but I felt quite sorry because only one of the girls really got to sing in it. You could tell who was the favourite child. I loved the sister's outfits and the bit where it basically turned into the parents' love song was great. It was a good performance but it wasn't anything special. Rank no.15

10 down, 16 to go!

PERFORMANCE 11 : ITALY- DUE VITA- MARCO MENGONI I liked the top, make me one. He has a gorgeous voice. It was quite moving in some ways but I did get distracted by the trampoline guys in the back. I LOVED THEM. The lyrics were a bit random, I had it on translating subtitles. It was okay, I didn't think it was anything special though. It was a sway with your arms in the air type of song. He's such a good singer, I swear, I just didn't love the song. Rank no.19

PERFORMANCE 12 : ESTONIA- BRIDGES- ALIKA It was a magical song. I really enjoyed how it gave off fairy Elsa vibes for some reason. I don't really have many words it was just lovely. She has such an incredible voice. I loved her outfit as well it was fabulous. It was just a gorgeous song, I really liked it. She has such a powerful voice. It was divine. Rank no.8

PERFORMANCE 13 : FINLAND- CHA CHA CHA- KÄÄRIJÄ If you're here for a specific song, it's probably gonna be this one. The hulk forgets to put on his chestpiece and he's on the stage at Eurovision singing a heavy-metal-techno-pop number. I still can't understand what the fuck this song was about. It's really confusing but it's a bop. I'm just blasting out CHA CHA CHA CHA CHA CHA CHA in my brain the whole time. I really liked it. It was a proper random Eurovision song and I LIVE for em. The guy's got a good voice on him though, the prolonged shouting must have been hard. Rank no.9

PERFORMANCE 14 : CZECHIA- MY SISTER'S CROWN- VESNA It gave ballet recital gone wrong for me. It sounded a bit too like the winning song from last year for my liking but it was incredible with the harmonies. I didn't really get the hair message. They were doing feminism stuff but sticking directly to the gender roles traditionally set which I didn't understand. It was powerful and I did like it. Rank no.18

PERFORMANCE 15 : AUSTRALIA- PROMISE- VOYAGER I love watching forty odd year olds dance around on stage like they're twenty one. It felt like someone had gone through my playlist, taken the best bits from each song and melted them into a pot together. It is an anthem and I adore that. I loved the woman on guitar. She was so good. I loved the vibes it sounded like it could be in a video game and honest to god it was one of my favourites of the night. Rank no.3

PERFORMANCE 16 : BELGIUM- BECAUSE OF YOU- GUSTAPH The Boy George vibes were real. His outfit gave rich man goes on safari but there's been an incident with a red sock. It was a BOP like literally. I just wanted to do the macerena the whole time. The start bit reminded me of a musical I can't remember the name of. It was kind of repetetive which I didn't like. It was okay to be honest. Shoutout to the guy who was willing to be a furry stripper for this. Rank no.17

PERFORMANCE 17 : ARMENIA- FUTURE LOVER- BRUNETTE The singer gave me Ariana Grande vibes. It was average. It was a bit like an I'm not like other girls. She has a lovely voice but it did get quite lost in the other countries amazingnesses. It didn't really stick in my head so I had to rewatch the full thing whereas with most of the others I either don't have to watch it or I only need a memory jog. The getup was stunning. The boots should have had black laces though, it would've fit do much better. She's incredibly talented but there were better songs. Rank no.21

PERFORMANCE 18 : MOLDOVA- SOARELE ŞI LUNA- PASHA PARFENI Welcome to the stage... satanic yoga teacher. I liked it. It was so European. It was a great watch. It reminded me of the Mandolorian theme which is a massive compliment in my book. The horny women were great. (They had horns in their hair.) It was very Eurovision esque and I really liked it. It was quite funny and my little brother voted for it. Great song. Rank no.13

PERFORMANCE 19 : UKRAINE- HEART OF STEEL- TVORCHI After last year, I had very high hopes for Ukraine. I enjoyed it. I really liked all the staging it was stunning but it didn't stand out to me very much. The phantom of the opera guy got the night off though! It was a great song. It would be great at a festival, I can see it now. I don't have a ton to say about it. It was good but not mind-blowing. Rank no.14

PERFORMANCE 20 : NORWAY- QUEEN OF THE KINGS- ALESSANDRA This whole song makes make me want to yell with happiness. It just like scratches my brain for some reason. It was the only song this year that I had heard before and even though I had, it did not disappoint. I swear it was a whole vibe. Her outfit was literally straight from SIX, bite me. I loved it. I loved every second of it but there were better songs. The high note showed talent. I mean, I can do it but, but it still shows years of effort and training. Rank no.11

Only 6 left!

PERFORMANCE 21 : GERMANY- BLOOD & GLITTER- LORD OF THE LOST HUGE SLAY. I loved it. In my honest opinion, I would've loved it to be in German but I do speak German so it wouldn't be that hard to understand. They really reminded me of Ghost with the whole red satan type vibe and the song itself. The makeup was FINE! I mean that in an attractive way. The start was so INCREDIBLE. He looked and sounded quite like Bowie and if you know me, you know I love Bowie. The heavy metal singing was on point. I'm suprised that they came last because they were pretty much tied with Serbia in my book I decided the ranks at like 1 am and my 1 am thoughts are always the best. Rank no.2

PERFORMANCE 22 : LITHUANIA- STAY- MONIKA LINKYTÉ The start made me think of the Lion King- just getting that off my chest before I dive into this one. It was lovely, it was beautiful but that's not really the winning characteristics. It was incredible. It gave off the sort of 2014 'Fight Song' vibe which I feel has been done so much already. I want to be able to mark this one higher but I feel I can't because of how high rated the other songs are. Rank no.20

PERFORMANCE 23 : ISRAEL- UNICORN- NOA KIREL Before I say anything, this is just me putting my opinions out there to get them off my head. I really didn't like this song. It was weird and it wasn't a song that I enjoyed watching. It's started off okay with a slight Melanie Martinez vibe but honestly shit hit the fan pretty quickly. It turned into a feminine anthem and, to me, all those songs sound the same. The worst bit was the bit where she said watch me dance and stripped off and basically became a stripper in her dance moves. There were children watching. You can't do that. Rank no.26

PERFORMANCE 24 : SLOVENIA- CARPE DIEM- JOKER OUT This was one of my favourite songs of the night. I adored the whole performance. It was like a step back into the past when Eurovision wasn't as big of an event and they didn't have all the feathers and glitter. It felt quite wholesome to me for an unknown reason. Personally, I don't think it was Eurovision standard. It was a lot more indie than all the other songs and it popped out of the page because of that. It had a very different view and appearance to the viewers. I have listened to this song about five times this morning I like it so much. Special mention to the guitarist because you look fantabulous. Like, you're so good-looking I can't understand wether it's gender envy or attraction. I loved the fits by the way. Rank no.4

PERFORMANCE 25 : CROATIA- MAMA ŠČ- Let 3 This performance made me really uncomfortable. They looked like a rip off of the YMCA and the song wasn't that good to be honest. It was just a bunch of people's grandads singing a dumb army style song and then stripping off. It wasn't enjoyable, it was very mildly funny and I just really didn't like it. It wasn't as bad as Israel or the UK though. Rank no.24

PERFORMANCE 26 : UK- I WROTE A SONG- MAE MULLER It was really just a mid song. She doesn't have the nicest voice and the song choice emphasised that. It was really repetetive and definately deserved the ranking it got. I do feel sorry for Mae though, she must have tried so hard. The staging wasn't that appealing and her outfit didn't fit the set. I would probably rate it 5/10 if I was doing that but I'm not. There was a lot of good competition and it simply wasn't as good. Rank no.25

AND THAT'S A WRAP MY DUDES!!

I think Tattoo winning was a great descision. It isn't one I would've made but it really stood out. I do think Germany deserved a lot more than it was given and I feel extremely sorry for Spain who only got 5 points for the public because that must've hurt.

Shoutout to Sam Ryder with his really nice song at the end, I though it was great. Also, they managed to get ROGER TAYLOR for it. FREAKING ROGER TAYLOR!!!

Have a nice day/night reader and I hope you return next year for another unnecessarily long Eurovision rant.

[hardynwa]

Europa League: We are here to compete – Klopp sets sights on winning competition

Liverpool head coach, Jurgen Klopp, has vowed that the team is ready to compete in the Europa League this season. The Reds have had to contend with Europa League football after finishing 5th in the Premier League last season, thus missing out on the UEFA Champions League for the first time in seven years. Liverpool last played in the Europa League in 2016 during Jurgen Klopp’s first season in charge; they reached the competition’s final but fell to a 3-1 defeat to Sevilla. Since then, they have gone ahead to win one Champions League and reached two other finals, while also lifting the Premier League, the Club World Cup, the FA Cup, and the Carabao Cup. Now, they face LSK tonight for their opening group stage match. They have been pitted alongside Union Gilliose and Toulouse. However, it seems the Europa League is the only silverware missing in Klopp’s enviable cabinet of trophies. He has, thus, affirmed that the team will leave no stone unturned. “We are here to compete, not to give opportunities,” Klopp said in the press conference ahead of the game. “My first year I thought the Europa League was a bit too much for us until we got to the final. We had to fly to Russia, played on a frozen pitch in Sion. “That was a different squad. We were not ready and we came through somehow. I don’t think we were exceptional until the quarter-final and and semi-final. It is a different time, a different team. We are better prepared. We enjoy it more to be here because we had no clue at that time what to expect. “We have to be motivated, and we are excited to play in the Europa League. I didn’t watch the Champions League (this week), I didn’t miss the anthem.” Joe Gomez, who was 18 then and missed out on injury, is the only player left from Klopp’s side that played in the Europa League seven years ago. Read the full article

[yourstrqly]

★ . . . 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐄𝐋𝐒��, 𝐂𝐋𝟏𝟔

pairing: charles leclerc x figure ice dancer!reader

people claim that fan favourite y/n is dating her partner josé but there's someone else who's already owner of her heart — and he's not appreciating those rumours (based on this request!)

rina's masterlist

tears and overall happiness: y/n l/n and jose alvarez celebrate their greatest success

an error-free short programm was followed by an even better freestyle: fan favourite ice dancing couple y/n l/n and partner jose alvarez celebrated their greatest success of their career at the world figure skating championship 2023 yet, melting the ice under their graceful dancing.

just last year they've missed the fourth place at the world championships, causing bittersweet tears to escape the then twenty-two years old woman and now she's once again sheeting tears, but those of happiness, a bright smile on her lips as the spectators in saitama, japan, acknowledged the duo's performance with standing ovation and thunderous applause.

y/l and alvarez, now first time champions of the four continents championship, scored astonishing 136,08 points in the freestyle dance to add to their overnight lead in rhythm dance, winning the gold medal with a total of 228,01.

reigning european champions charlene guignard and marco fabbri of italy came second with 219,85 points, followed by the canadian duo and grand prix final champions piper gilles and paul poirier.

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yourusername jose, we did it, we finally made our dream come true and I'll be forever grateful for having you as my partner. also thank you for all the amazing fans, who supported from day one and never gave up on us even when we didn't win last year; i'm grateful that i've met some you and new fans too! hope you never forget to chase your dreams like little y/n did — dreams do come true within time 🕊

josealvarez wouldn't have wished for anyone else to win this but you, spice ❤️

yourusername ❤️❤️ figureskaterfans they're so cute, love them together!! y/nandjose by far my favourite couple of ice dancers, they're literally melting ice and my heart

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charlesleclerc that's my girl (tagged yourusername)

dancingonice WHAT'S GOUNG ON? WHYS MY GF DATING THIS DUDE?!

josexy/nupdates AH MY EXACT THOUGHTS LIKE WHO TF IS THAT GUY? 🤯 charleslechlerk "that guy" is f1 driver for ferrari WDYM?? THEY'RE SO HOT TOGETHER jjosealvtrandy/n BUT HE AINT JOSE 🤢

yourusername i love you handsome even though we agreed on a soft launch 🤍

alexalbon he's too old for knowing what that means y/n charlesleclerc I love you, ma belle, can't wait to marry you 🤍 charlesleclerc oi mate alexalbon you're older than me

arthur_leclerc sooo now that's it finally offical can you ask my future sis-in-law if she's coming to diner tonight?

yourusername you could've asked me that via whatsapp arth? charlesleclerc no but we'll be there for breakfast tmr arthur_leclerc but you're literally at home? yourusername thought we'd go handsome? charlesleclerc we are but i have to reward ma bichette, don't I? pierregasly and the people say i'm horny on main 😐

cryinferrari private relationships with a splash of random flexing >>>>>>

rina rants: wtf was that game liverpool vs bayern? babes I know it's just a friendly but my heart </3

[lauribrubakergb]

Liverpool suffer three straight away defeats

Liverpool, which has been in a downturn, suffered another humiliation this round. At the Molyneux Stadium, Klopp's team was beaten violently and eventually lost 0-3 to the relegation team Wolves. In fact, if it weren't for the poor ability of the Wolves to seize opportunities, then Liverpool might lose even worse tonight. After all, they created 6 excellent opportunities, while Klopp's team only created 1 excellent opportunity. And it was squandered by Nunes.

Looking back at tonight's game, the disastrous defeat is the epitome of Liverpool's achievements this season. Liverpool conceded a goal in less than 5 minutes and fell behind 0-2 after 12 minutes. Poor defense, being ravaged by opponents in almost every game. After conceding 3 goals in a row this round, Liverpool have conceded a total of 28 goals in the Premier League this season, with an average of 1.4 goals conceded per game! 캡주소 pointed out that Liverpool's current number of goals conceded is 2 more than the number of goals conceded in the entire Premier League last season! From the comparison of this set of data, it is enough to see how unbearable Liverpool's defense is this season. Of course, Liverpool is not only poor in defense, but also in a mess on the offensive end. They have not scored a goal in the past 3 league rounds.

Because of this, Liverpool suffered a cliff-like decline. After 20 rounds of the Premier League this season, they only achieved 8 wins, 5 draws and 7 losses. They accumulated 29 points and ranked 10th in the standings. Basically no play. Statistics show that compared with the same period last season, Liverpool lost a full 13 points! Last season, Liverpool competed for the championship on four fronts until the last moment, and this season may be after February, Liverpool will be empty of all four, because they only have a chance to compete in the Champions League, but they met Real Madrid in the 1/8 finals. In this state, Klopp's team is probably about to be out. Even more desperate is that Liverpool has yet to show signs of recovery.

It is worth mentioning that after entering 2023, Liverpool has not yet won the Premier League. In the past 4 rounds of the league, they have only achieved 1 draw and 3 losses. Then two 0-3 losses to Brighton and Wolves. Statistics show that the last time Liverpool suffered a three-game losing streak in the league away from home dates back to 11 years ago-in April 2012, Liverpool was under the then coach Dag Such a humiliation suffered under Lish's leadership. Of course, as early as two seasons ago, Liverpool also suffered a six-game losing streak at home in the league. Fortunately, Klopp led the team to complete a counterattack at the last moment, ending with 8 wins and 2 draws, and squeezed into the top of the Premier League. Fourth, qualify for the Champions League. I don't know if Liverpool still have this luck this season. They are currently 10 points away from the top four.

For tonight's game, the excuse given by Liverpool coach Klopp was a bad start, "Obviously, this is a terrible start. These two goals can't just happen, but it happened anyway. Mistakes and 0-2 down, we should have defended better. We were passive during that time, I can’t explain that, there’s no excuse for that. We’re 0-2 down, and it was a bit chaotic, but it was very Open and then the game gradually got under our control. Then in about 45 minutes we played a good half of the away game without scoring. That's a good summary. Concentration for the first 15 minutes The problem is also something I can't explain, but the 15 minutes is not allowed, it needs to be changed, that's the problem. I'm here again, but I can't explain the performance of the first 15 minutes, I'm sorry Feel sorry."

[capitanogiorgio]

Of course I have to begin to fall sick on the eve of my 23rd birthday

[nicolesainz]

Knee slide celebration (KM15)

Konstantinos Mavropanos x f!reader

Author's note: West Ham fans may know him but for those of you who don't, Dinos is a greek player who is in the national team but is also a new addition to the West Ham squad. He is my favourite player from my country (besides Tsimikas), so after my country's win against Kazakhstan, I thought it was about time he got some appreciation as well.

Summary: You work as an assistant coach for Mikel Arteta in Arsenal, whilst your boyfriend is in the main XI of West Ham tonight in the Emirates. Your relationship has been kept a secret, until there are slight hints of romance when Dinos erupts the Arsenal with his presence.

Warnings: fluff

"I would really hate to blab about you to the boss but we've caught you staring way too many times." Declan nudged me and my attention turned to the two Englishmen and the Norwegian captain.

Bukayo and Martin make swooing sounds as I try to hide my blushed expression and regain my focus to the game strategy once again. I try to refrain from rising my head and look to my left where West Ham's team was preparing for tonight's game.

"You three are idiots. Better score many goals tonight, otherwise I don't think your girlfriends will be very happy to deal with sour boys."

"Won't you be sour as well? Won't your boyfriend have to deal with a disappointed assistant when all he will want is a good nights sleep?" Bukayo bitterly replies and he isn't wrong on this one.

"That's between me and him Mr. Saka. Now, listen up."

We all gathered around Mikel and revised the strategy for tonight's game. The boys were engrossed to the words coming out the boss's mouth, knowing they are in no position to lose another game after 2 consecutive losses and a draw.

I could feel his eyes piercing my body, shivers taking over as I slightly turn my head next to the visit team's bench and lock eyes with my boyfriend who despite all his teammates, is smiling at me shyly.

Nobody knows that me and Dinos are dating. Well, the only two players that do know is Kostas from Liverpool and Baldock from Sheffield United, but they are also his teammates on the Greek National Team and they've seen me attending some of the games.

We have been keeping it low because what we have is simply for the both of us. I love Dinos very much and despite being a member of another team, he knows I will always support him. Tonight I will root for him silently but extremely loudly mentally.

"Any adds on the plan Y/n?" The coach asks me and I lose my train of thought as I remove my eyes away from Dinos and look to all the players that are talking to each other before the final whistle.

"None for now. Half time will be the time for changes. Hopefully none will be necessary." I say confidently looking at Mikel and he smiles nervously, knowing that in the end, despite the performance of the team, he will be the one to be critiqued.

And the whistle has been blown. Kick off time.

The team was in a bit of a clutch, trying to get ahold of the ball as much as they can. Martin was running up and down the pitch, wanting to block the players so he could pass to Bukayo or Jesus, although Kudus and Prowse were making things quite difficult.

In an unexpected moment, the stadium erupts to moans and a smaller percentage to cheers as Soucek gets the balls through the net and slips away from David's grasp. Mikel kneels and I lower my head in disappointment but I quickly start shouting at the boys to slightly change the rotation in order to block the three West Ham midfielders and lower the possession stats.

"The 2 centerbacks are awfully good. Dear lord." Mikel whispers at me as we keep our eyes glued on the pitch.

"They are. Lucky day." I so wish he hadn't mentioned the centerback position and had the midfielders instead. I always take a pleasure in talking about Dinos but certainly not with my boss and whilst the two teams are playing against each other.

"Didn't one of them used to play for us? Number 15?" I swear to god he is doing it on purpose.

"Yes. He was one of Arsene's last signings as a coach." I am at the brink of telling him how insanely good of a player he is but I am so limited at the moment. I will gloat when I no longer work for Arsenal, which won't be very soon.

Half time whistle. Players back in the dressing rooms.

I walk behind all the players and thank god they are all occupied because I feel a bump on my shoulder and as I turn around I am faced with my boyfriend who tries to tease me with a wink and I go full blown red in seconds. Matching the shirt I am wearing.

"What they are doing, is blocking Declan at all costs. That leaves Martin all cleared up, although they decide to go for Ben and William. What if they change positions with Gabriel and Nelson? That may confuse them." I suggest to Mikel as we are suggesting the substitutions.

"They have really strong defenders. The key is to weaken them, although cracking them won't be quite easy." Martin explains and I nod my head in agreement.

"What we need to do, is not give them any corners to allow possible goals from there." I speak up and all the players agree with my statement.

"As much as possible, if they corner you up, slide the ball outside, as much as possible away from the corner flag."

We discuss a few final substitutions and let the players know when the changes will be taking place and all the team gathers under the tunnel waiting for the Half time signal to be given. The West Ham players follow along a few moments later and Declan secretively comes to stand next to me.

"I swear you will start to sneeze in a few seconds."

"Why?"

"Mr 15 hasn't taken his eyes off of you ever since they entered the tunnel."

I freeze at Declan's words. What does he imply?

"And? Maybe he's not looking at me."

"I look at Lauren the same way he is eyeing you up. And we have been dating for almost 5 years now."

"You are in very much head over heels, Rice. I love that for you but it's game time. I would love to chat about your love life after we've won."

"It's your love life we need to talk about, not mine miss. You're hiding something." Declan turns his head to look back to Dinos whose eyes are as he explained "undressing me"

To my advantage, the referee blows the whistle for the second half to start before Declan could go any further with his speculations. Damn him. I love Dinos but sometimes he cant keep it in him. I don't blame him though, I have been doing the same.

Thankfully, ball possession has been shared ever since the second half started and there is a balance at the game. The team has created some very good chances and I can feel the goal being very close. Once again Declan is always blocked by the West Ham defenders and especially Dinos, which isn't helpful for my case.

The ball slips under Trossard's feet and the referee gives the first corner of the half to West Ham. Exactly what we didn't need at the moment. I gesture to the boys not to panic and focus on any possible tall players, which means block my own boyfriend.

Bowen is taking the corner and in matters of seconds, the ball barely touches the grasp of David's fingers and is being send to the back of the net by a defender.

It was Dinos who scored his first goal for West Ham, against his former team. All his teammates run towards him and hug him at a suffocating level. I have an equally suffocating urge to run up to him but instead he knee slides towards the fans who are behind me and winks at me whilst getting up, before finally he whispers quickly in my ear:

"For you baby"

I put my face inside the palm of my hand, trying to cover the blushed expression and the silly smile that is plastered all over my lips. If the camera caught me even slightly looking at a West Ham player, I would be finger pointed all over North London.

What Dinos did was very risky but at the same time so incredibly sweet. I am very proud of him and of the goal that he scored, even if that meant that Arsenal will lose the game due to his final nail in the coffin.

"You're lucky I have you as a daughter, otherwise this wouldn't end up happily." Mikel tells me with his eyebrows raised at me, wanting an answer from me in regards to what just occurred.

"I have seen him picking you up from practice. I may not have said anything, although it doesn't mean I don't have eyes, my dear."

"Please don't tell the board or the boys. I will tell him to be careful next time."

"Just warn him that once we visit London Stadium, we won't play nice, like we are now."

I laugh and nod in agreement as the referee blows the final whistle.

Me and Mikel walk onto the pitch to gather the players and applause to the crowd who despite the loss are still trying to cheer up the team.

"Never make me doubt my gut feeling again." Declan wraps his arm around me and Martin with Bukayo follow along. whilst they are clapping the fans as well.

"At least we know you are gonna have fun tonight." Martin nudges me softly in the ribs.

"Tell him to take it easy because we have practice early morning tomorrow." Bukayo adds and I flip off the three of them with a smile on my face, knowing I have been caught red handed.

[mrsmount16]

Where you meet Ben in the club and he’s all flirty but you act like your not interested because your a liverpool fan but your freaking out coz you fancy tf outta him?

oh for sure, gonna go listen 2 some club music now to get me in the clubbing mindset 😬.

Warnings: NONEEEE.

Tonight was your friends birthday, and to celebrate you found yourself at this popular club in the middle of London. You loved to come out to party, and of course you end up chatting, flirting, whatever with whoever and wherever. However, you didn't expect that person to be Ben chilwell.

You was waiting for your drinks, and when you felt that hand slide across your back you immediately knew that you was about to get hit on. But when you turned around and was face to face with Ben, you didn't know how to act.

You always said that if you ever met someone like this you would act unbothered and anyways, you shouldn't be this affected, he was a Chelsea player, you was a Liverpool supporter. But he was so hot, it was absolutely undeniable.

"You alright?" He smiled, sliding next to you and putting his elbows on the bar.

"Yeah not too bad, yourself?" You nodded, proud that you kept your cool. You tried to act unaffected but really you was losing it on the inside.

"Yeah, can I buy you a drink?" He asked, smiling.

"Oh, I actually just got a load of shots for me and my friends. You could join us?" You mustered up, looking forward at the shots that just landed in front of you.

"Yeah sure, lead the way."

You walked back to your friends booth, every single one dancing either around it with a different person or sitting at the booth and talking to one another, the music radiated through the floor giving off energy that made everyone move and vibe. You sat on the end and Ben sat next to you, an arm behind you on the cushions at the top of the booth.

"So, obviously, I already know your name but you don't know mine." You took your shot and another one in front of him, hovering yours over the table.

"Ohh, of course. Hmm, you look like a .."

"No," You laughed, taking your shot now and putting the glass on the table, "Were not playing this game."

"Alright, tell me then."

"Y/N. And ben?"

"Thats me. You a Chelsea fan?" He smirked.

"Actually no. Liverpool, but I guess Chelsea are alright." You smirked back, shrugging.

"Wooow, okay then. I'll make you a Chelsea fan. You'll have the best night with a Chelsea lad." He laughed, nodding to himself.

"Whatever, not my team never will be." You turned away, but really your face was going red, your heart was racing and you couldn't lie but your legs were clenching together and you prayed that sweat wasn't forming on your forehead.

"Your a tough one to crack then." He took his shot, placing his glass next to yours.

"You'll just have to get to know me better, but obviously I know this might hurt your ego because your not used to losing games but this one you are losing. you can walk away if you don't want the risk." You smirked again, looking back at him and holding in your snicker.

"Ohh, like that is it? I like a challenge, I think ill take the risk." He shrugs, grinning.

"Don't say I didn't warn you." You turned to him fully, you knew that you totally didn't freak out and couldn't believe that he was actually into you even after your jokes. You didn't want him to leave and you couldn't believe it actually worked.

"You won't regret letting a Chelsea win you over." He chuckled, moving slightly closer.

[emwritesfootball]

Dirty Little Secret | Dominic Calvert-Lewin

It's midnight PST which means I'm so far past the deadline for @footballffbarbiex's Summer Writing Challenge but I don't really care. Please enjoy the millionth version of 'sneaking around with a rival' but with DCL. This one's for the babes: @sweetlikesugar9 @dclsbaby @domspeach

Word Count: 3,610

Warnings: light mentions of smut, sneaking around

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Your phone felt heavy in your pocket. You wanted so badly to pull it out and reread the text you’d been sent an hour ago, but then Jordan would be suspicious and you didn’t want to try to cobble together some half-assed explanation that would ultimately end in disaster.

“Are you listening to me?” Jordan asked, huffing your name in frustration. “I swear, you’ve been spacy for the last week. What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” you lied, rolling your eyes. Jordan gave you a disbelieving look, so you elaborated, “Work has been kicking my ass and I’m annoyed, okay? I know it’ll pass, but I’d just like it if you let me handle it on my own.”

Jordan’s face softened. “I’m sorry. And I won’t, alright?” When you nodded, he continued, “But you know that if you ever need me to step in and use my name, I will.”

“I know,” you said, giving him a teary-eyed smile. “You know how much I don’t want that, but if it comes down to it, I’ll let you know.”

“It’s just...you’re my little sister, and I worry about you.” Jordan wrapped his arms around your shoulders and pulled you into a hug.

“Yeah, yeah - I appreciate it.” You paused, finally remembering the conversation from earlier. “Wait, you were saying something about England?”

Jordan smiled, launching into the conversation. “I just got the call from Southgate today. He told me I’ll be part of this upcoming England squad.”

“What?! Jordan, that’s incredible!” You squealed, wrapping him up in a tight hug. “I’m so proud of you!”

“Thanks. I was hoping I’d get the call-up, but with each camp, you never know. And I get older every year and-”

“I don’t wanna hear it,” you scoffed, waving him off. “You’ve done so much for the club and you deserve this. Take the win and move on.”

“I hate it when you’re right, you know.”

You giggled, shoving him playfully. “It feels weird to be the one dispensing life advice to my older brother, so don’t worry, it’s just as weird for me, too.”

You left Jordan’s place a little while later, promising to help him plan an England get-together once the rest of the squad was announced.

Once you were back home, you finally pulled up the text you’d been both excited for and dreading about replying to.

Dominic: When can I see you again?

Just as you started typing, the three dots on his end popped up and you couldn’t help the rush of excitement that pooled in your belly when his latest text came through.

Dominic: I just got good news. Come over and celebrate?

You: I’m on my way

***

The moment Dom opened his front door, his lips were on yours. He pinned you against the door, kissing you hungrily as his hands slid up your shirt. You moaned into his mouth, loving the way his body fit against yours as he swallowed the sound.

“What…” Your thought was cut off as Dom sucked on the sensitive spot on your neck. “What was the good news?”u

“Later,” Dom hummed, nibbling on your earlobe. “I wanna celebrate first.”

“That doesn’t make any sense!” You giggled, the sound quickly turning to a breathy whimper as one of Dom’s hands slid between your legs. “Fuck, Dom! It makes sense - please just take me to bed.”

Dom smirked, grabbing your hand and leading you to the bedroom. He threw you down on the bed, kneeling between your legs as he started to undress you. It had only been a little over a month since the two of you started sleeping together, but neither of you could get enough of each other.

Your name was on his lips as he sucked a mark into your hip, watching as you dug your heels into the mattress while he kissed his way up your inner thighs before sucking on your clit and making you cry out. “You’re always so responsive for me,” he praised, chuckling as he slid two fingers inside you. “So sexy.”

“Please, Dom!” You whimpered, burying your fingers in his curls. “Please make me cum already!”

He responded to your pleas, flipping you over onto your stomach and driving his cock into you. One hand was around your throat, the other smacking your ass as pure filth spewed from his mouth with every thrust. Dom made you feel dirty in the best possible ways and it wasn’t long before you were cumming around his cock, feeling his cum coat your inner walls as he released his own orgasm inside you.

“So, what’s the news?” You asked as you cuddled with Dom, your head on your chest with one hand tracing patterns across his forearm.

“I can’t believe I almost forgot - I got called up to the England squad for this upcoming run of matches.”

He said it so casually that you almost didn’t register what he’d said. “Wait, what?”

“I got another call-up!”

Your stomach bottomed out and you thought you were gonna be sick. “Dom, that’s amazing!” You said, hoping he didn’t notice how preoccupied you sounded.

“Thank you!” He pressed a kiss to your forehead, a much more intimate gesture than the two of you usually did, but you didn’t question it. “You’ll come see me play, right?”

“Of course,” you promised, hoping you sounded sincere.

When he drifted off to sleep, you were still up, your mind racing as you tried to figure out how you were going to tell Dom that you were Jordan Henderson’s baby sister.

***

Anfield. Last Spring.

You flashed your Friends and Family pass to the staff, feeling a bit awkward as you looked for Rebecca and the kids. It wasn’t often that you used the ticket Jordan purchased, preferring the season tickets you’d gotten with friends ages ago on the off-chance you were recognized. The only time you did was for Derby matches, and today was no exception; the ‘Henderson 14’ burning a hole in your back as you took your seat.

The whistle blew and the match began. You were as nervous as you always were during Derby matches, your heart in your throat every time Jordan got the ball. You were always worried something would happen to him on the pitch, what with the countless injuries he’d had over the years.

You cheered along with the rest of the spectators when Mo put one in the back of Pickford’s net a couple minutes outside of the 20th. Richarlison scored moments before the end of the first half, tying it up before the start of the second.

There was a penalty call early on in the second half and your heart stopped as you watched Jordan step up to take it. He hadn’t been in good form to take a pen all season, having missed three of his four pens so far, and you peeked through your fingers, hoping the ball would slot right into the back of the net.

...

It didn’t.

It didn’t, and you were devastated. Suddenly, you didn’t want to be wearing your brother’s jersey anymore. You felt sick as all the friends and family of your brother’s teammates gave you sympathetic pats and hugs while the match wore on.

When Mo scored his second of the night, you screamed until you were hoarse. It wasn’t long after that and the final whistle was blowing and the match ended 2-1 in favour of Liverpool. You hugged Jordan tightly when he finally appeared, giving him a small smile. “Sorry about your pen.”

He stiffened and you instantly knew you’d hit a nerve. Sometimes, he was able to laugh these things off, but tonight apparently wasn’t one of those nights. “Fuck off.”

“You’ll get the next one, I’m sure.” You winced internally as the words came out of your mouth and Jordan’s expression darkened.

Your name was an angry growl on his lips as he said, “If you’re trying to make me feel better, just don’t. I don’t need your sunshine and rainbows opinion - if I want it, I’ll ask, got it?”

His condescending tone ignited your own nerve and you got in his face. “Go to hell, Jordan,” you hissed, your eyes involuntarily welling with tears at the angry confrontation. You turned on your heel and stormed off, ignoring Rebecca’s pleas for you to come back.

You sat in your car, waiting for the tears to subside. It wasn’t often that you fought with him, and to make matters worse, you’d been staying with him for a bit while you looked for a place of your own, so you couldn’t even avoid him at home.

Instead of going home, you headed to your favourite pub. It was low key, and you knew there probably wouldn’t be too many people in there so you could drink in peace. You changed out of the jersey, throwing on a t-shirt you found in the backseat of your car, not wanting to draw any more attention to yourself than usual.

“Can I buy the next?” A man’s voice asked, and you turned to find Dominic Calvert-Lewin sitting on the barstool next to yours.

“Sure,” you said, giving him a small smile. “As long as you let me buy the one after that.”

“You’ve heard, I take it?” Dom gave you a sheepish smile, ducking his head and looking away.

“I was there. Thought you had it for a minute there when that pen didn’t go in.”

“Me, too. I had a couple good shots in there, but none of them ended up going in.”

“I saw.” Dom gave you a look at your comment and the two of you burst into giggles. “Sorry, I just had to say it.”

“Clearly, you know who I am,” he started, his gaze raking over your body. “Can I at least get your name? You look so familiar...”

You debated giving him your middle name or a fake name altogether, but ultimately gave him your real name, conveniently leaving out your surname. He rewarded you with a full-blown smile that you felt all the way down to your toes; a smile that made you think about what it would be like to kiss those lips.

A couple hours later, and you didn’t have to wonder what it felt like to kiss him. His lips were on yours in the back of the Uber as the two of you headed back to his place. Another hour after that, and you were discovering all the other things his mouth and hands could do, loving the way his body felt against yours.

When you left in the morning, you felt like you had a secret that was only yours to keep - and Dom’s, of course - but this was you sticking it to your brother by sleeping with one of his rival club’s players while also getting some much-needed sex.

A week later, you were grinning down at your phone as you read Dom’s latest text.

Dom: So, when can I see you again?

***

Jordan’s House, Present Day

“We’ve got everything we need, right?” Jordan asked, frantically looking around his kitchen. The counter was fully-stocked with all the alcohol he could possibly need, there was enough food to feed an army, and everything was as it should be.

“Yes,” Rebecca confirmed, wrapping her arms around him and giving him a kiss. You shut your eyes and made a face, still not used to seeing your brother be intimate with his wife. “Everything’s going to be great. The team should be arriving in about an hour, so don’t go too crazy waiting for them, okay?”

Jordan nodded and you laughed, knowing he wouldn’t be able to do that. “Well, if neither of you need me, I’m gonna go nap in the guest room,” you announced. “Wake me if I sleep through my alarm?”

“Sure.”

You went up to the guest room, setting your alarm to give yourself half an hour to get ready for the party.

***

The party was on by the time Dom walked through the door. Someone put a beer in his hands and he made the rounds, catching up with players he hadn’t called teammates since the last call-up.

“Hey!” Hendo shouted, waving at Dom from his lounge chair by the pool. “Calvert-Lewin, as I live and breathe. How are you?”

Dom brought it in for a hug, laughing. “I’m good, I’m good.”

“I’d ask how you’re coping with losing to us yet again in the Derby, but I’m sure you had no problem finding some willing girl to console you.”

“Now that you mention it, I’ve been seeing this girl for a few months now. Hooked up with her the night we lost to you and haven’t really looked back.”

“Good for you. She coming to the matches?”

Dom shrugged. “Not sure yet. Haven’t really done much talking, if you know what I mean.”

Hendo smirked. “Nice.”

Just as Dom was about to say more, Rebecca came running over. “Jordan, have you seen your sister? I think we’re running out of drinks and she said she’d run to the store if we needed her to and well, we need her to.”

“Is she not up from her nap?” Hendo asked, his brows furrowing when Rebecca shrugged. “Okay, can you go see if she’s awake? I’ve kind of got my hands full.”

“Yeah, I-”

“Mummy!” One of the kids ran up to Rebecca, drawing her attention away. “Dom! Good to see you! Can you go wake my sister-in-law?”

“Sure. Where is she?”

Hendo gave him directions and Dom was off, searching for the guest bedroom.

“Hello?” He asked, lightly knocking on the closed door. When he got no response, he turned the handle and opened the door. “Hendo’s sister?”

***

Shit. You’d slept through your alarm and now someone was waking you up. And to make matters worse, they were calling you ‘Hendo’s sister’. “What?” You asked groggily, shifting.

“Your brother needs you.”

The voice sounded familiar but you were too tired to figure out why. “Okay. Can you turn on the light?” The sound of the switch being flipped and the light hit you. “Oh, fuck, that’s bright!” You covered your eyes, blinking rapidly to try to get used to the light.

You heard your name being whispered incredulously and you realized it was Dom standing in front of you.

***

Dom couldn’t believe it. Here you were, standing - well, technically sitting in bed - in front of him and you turned out to be Jordan Henderson’s little sister. “You’re…” He trailed off, unable to say the words.

“Yeah.” You looked down at your hands, not wanting to see the look on his face. “Jordan Henderson is my older brother.” You heard the door shut and you looked up, not expecting him to still be standing in front of you.

“Why didn't you tell me?” Dom asked, his expression blank as he crossed his arm and leaned against the door. “You’ve had plenty of chances to tell me and you haven’t. Why?”

“I just… I don’t know.” You sighed, looking up at the ceiling as you struggled to find composure. “Everybody treats me differently when they find out who my brother is, so I don’t exactly go around telling everyone I meet that my brother is… who he is.”

“But we’re sleeping together! Hell, I’ve got you in my bed more than half the nights of the week and you still didn’t think to tell me?!”

“Dom!” You hissed, fear coursing through your veins. You didn’t want anyone to overhear him even though you knew they were probably too busy with the party. “I didn’t think to tell you because I didn’t think we were that serious!”

Dom looked furious. His jaw clenched and he stormed over to you, kneeling on the bed and taking your face in his hands. He kissed you hard, pinning you underneath him and all you could do was loop your arms around his neck and kiss him with everything you had. “How’s that for serious?” He asked, breathing heavily as he pressed his forehead against yours. “I’m here, kissing you in your brother’s house where anyone could discover us, and you don’t think I’m serious.”

“I-I get it now,” you stuttered, smiling at him. “Can we just wait a little while before we tell Jordan about us?”

“Just as long as we tell him before we have to go back to being rivals, okay?”

“Okay.” You gave him one last kiss. “Now you’re really gonna have to leave because I’m pretty sure Jordan didn’t send you here to come into the guest room and kiss me senseless.”

Dom chuckled at that. “He definitely didn’t. Pretty sure Rebecca was saying something about needing you to run and grab more alcohol, too? But the point is that we need to get you out of this bed and to the right people.”

***

You couldn’t stop staring at him. Dom was right across the room, chatting it up with Rice and Mount, laughing with the two footballers. He caught your gaze, giving you a subtle wink before turning back to say something to Rice. You watched him pull his phone out, your own vibrating in your back pocket moments later.

Dom: Meet me in the guest bedroom… Five minutes

You tried to keep the smile off your face, but it was impossible. “Who’s the guy?” Came Rebecca’s voice over your shoulder.

You gasped, hoping she didn’t see Dom’s name at the top of the contacts list before you shut it off. “Uh, nobody? Just a guy I’m sleeping with.”

Rebecca gave you a look. “Just a guy?” She rolled her eyes. “Not with that lovey-dovey look in your eyes, he’s not.”

“Okay, fine,” you sighed. “He’s not just a guy, but I’m not ready to introduce him to you and Jordan, okay? He’s just...not someone I would usually date and I don’t want Jordan to lose his shit, especially with these matches coming up.”

“I see,” Rebecca said wisely, giving you a knowing look. “Just don’t wait too long, because Dominic Calvert-Lewin looks like the kind of man who won’t wait around forever.”

“How did you-?” You asked, incredulous. “Nevermind, I don’t wanna know.”

Rebecca laughed. “Don’t worry - I won’t tell Jordan. That’s something you’ve gotta do.”

***

Two Weeks Later

“We can’t keep doing this,” Dom murmured in-between kisses in one of the empty rooms of Wembley. “Tomorrow’s the last match in this run of friendlies and I wanna catch Hendo on his good side when the two of us aren’t rivals.”

You giggled, the sound morphing into a moan as he kissed your neck. “After the match tomorrow, okay? I promise.”

Dom pulled away, a serious look on his face. “I’m serious. If you don’t tell him after the match tomorrow, I’m not sure I’ll be able to continue this.”

The pit of dread grew in your stomach. You wanted to tell Jordan but you’d never shown an interest in or dated any footballers before, let alone one of his rivals. It was going to be hard to convince him that you were serious about Dom, and for the first time, you realized you were serious about him.

~~~

The day of the match, you were in the stands in your ‘Henderson 8’ kit. The ‘Calvert-Lewin 18’ was underneath, your body tense with the anticipation - fear? - of telling your brother that you and Dom were seeing each other.

All your nerves went out the window the moment Dom came on and scored after less than five minutes of being on the pitch. You were on your feet with the rest of the stadium, cheering on your man as he celebrated with your brother.

The friendly ended England’s way and you were celebrating it like they’d won the World Cup. Without a second thought, you launched yourself into Dom’s arms, both of you giddy as he spun you around before setting you down on the ground and kissing you breathless.

“What the hell?!” Came Jordan’s voice, snapping you and Dom out of your own little world.

“Jordan, it’s-” you started, but your brother was furious.

“No, I don’t wanna hear it. The two of you?!” He glared at Dom. “At my party, were you talking about my sister? To me?! You’ve got some nerve, Dominic.”

Dom held up his hands. “I didn’t know she was your sister at the time, I swear!”

“It’s true: he didn’t,” you backed up your man, threading your fingers through his in a nonverbal show of support. “I knew who he was when I started sleeping with him, but he didn’t know who I was.”

Jordan rolled his eyes. “I don’t know what I hate more: that that’s actually believable or that I’m starting to be okay with this.”

“Really?” You asked, your eyes wide. You and Dom shared a look.

“Don’t get me wrong, I’m not going to completely love this - at least not for a year or more - but you better not hurt her, Dominic. I’m serious.”

Dom squeezed your hand, nodding with a serious expression. “Yes, sir.”

You held back your giggle at Dom’s response, not wanting to ruin your brother’s good mood. You let go of Dom’s hand to go over and hug Jordan, a bright smile on your face. “Thank you!”

“Don’t thank me; just make sure he doesn’t hurt you so I don’t have to hurt him.”

An hour later when you met Dom, you couldn’t stop smiling, making sure to stop in front of Wembley to kiss him one more time before he took you out on a proper date in public.

[lexisloops]

Fic: Percy’s Quidditch bet

Just a small ficlet about the Quidditch bet in PoA between Percy and Penny. Because I think they are cute. More notes at the bottom. 

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Despite what everyone might think, Percy didn’t really mind being interrupted while studying. Sure it could be annoying to have his workflow disrupted, but he usually needed to be reminded to take a break. And it was maybe nice to feel wanted.

So when Oliver, and Penny came crashing into the library, Percy eagerly looked up from his Transfiguration books to talk to his friends.

Oliver and Penny sat down across from each other, glaring at each other. Penny kissed Percy’s cheek as she sat down next to him.

“You need to break the tie, Perce. Tell this Ravenclaw that we are going to destroy them this weekend.” Oliver said, whisper-shouting.

The whole school was buzzing about the Gryffindor- Ravenclaw match. Between Harry Potter's new broom, dementors and Gryffindor’s devastating loss to Hufflepuff earlier that year, tensions were running high.

“Oliver has been working the team so hard I have hardly seen him in the last month.” Percy said. “I can’t imagine Ravenclaw stands a chance.”

Penny snorted. No one was as fanatic about Quidditch as Oliver but Penny’s passion for quidditch was impressive. Second only to her dedication to Liverpool she would often say.

“Oh please,” Penny said, not bothering to lower her voice. “After your pathetic performance against Huffepuff? Who we beat soundly by the way. You don’t stand a chance.”

Oliver rocked out of his chair. “There were extenuating circumstances in that match! We would have had that win if it wasn't for the dementors.” Oliver lowered his voice to a whisper to say dementors, but the damage was done and Madam Prince was glaring in their direction.

Percy hastily packed up his things and ushered the group out of the library before they had a chance to get kicked out.

“-and Harry has the best broom in the world now.” Oliver hadn’t stopped once as they left the library.

Practically everyone in the school had heard Oliver give this exact rant in the last week, but that didn’t stop Penny from chiming in.

“That’s one player. You can’t run a team on one good broom.”

Oliver sputtered, “Our whole team is good. Better. The Best.”

Penny hooked arms with Percy and gave him a small smile. Winding up Oliver over Quidditch was one of her favorite hobbies.

“That’s not what your record says. When was the last time you all won a house cup again?”

“More recently than you!”

“Ah yes, but the last two times Ravenclaw has played you, we’ve flattened you. In record-breaking fashion. Worst Gryinfdor defeat in, what was it again? Three hundred years?”

“Extenuating. Circumstances.” Oliver ground out between clenched teeth.

“Oh those again? What makes you think this weekend will be so different?”

“Harry Potter.” Oliver said confidently.

“Percy please, tell Oliver that his team doesn’t stand a chance.” Penny said, turning to him.

“Percy! You wouldn’t turn on your house would you?” Oliver said, also turning to him.

Percy looked, wide eyed, from his furious girlfriend to his equally furious best friend. He gulped.

“Sorry Penny, darling, Ravenclaw doesn’t stand a chance. You all are going to get flattened this weekend.”

Oliver let out a loud cheer and Penny narrowed her eyes sharply.

“I told you he would never betray his house. Percy knows a winning team when he sees one.” Oliver yelled, still cheering.

Penny ignored him and jammed her finger into Percy’s chest. “You better be willing to put your money where your mouth is.”

Oliver stopped cheering and let out a small “ohhhh.”

“Strictly speaking, betting isn’t allowed on quidditch matches and we really should be setting better examples-” Percy hastily began.

“You hear that Oliver, he isn’t that confident in your little team.”

“Yes he is,” Oliver looked over Penny’s head and glared at Percy. “He agrees to the bet.”

“Ten gallons.” Penny said, staring insistently up at Percy.

Trapped between a rock and a hard place, Percy sighed and shook her hand on it.

“Here is to ‘extenuating circumstances’ for the Gryffindor team. See you on rounds tonight Percy.” Penny said confidently as she walked away.

Percy stared after her. “You had to bring my girlfriend into this, Oliver?”

Oliver shrugged, unmoved by Percy’s complaint. “She is the only person with the proper enthusiasm over quidditch. That muggle sport must be something else.”

“Football.” Percy corrected. “And you better win this weekend. I don't have 10 gallons.”

Oliver laughed and threw his arm over his shoulder. “Don’t even worry, Perce.”

Percy just sighed. He was pretty sure that they would win this weekend. But he might go make sure Harry was in good health, just in case.

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I love Percy/Oliver but I have a soft spot for Penny. I hc that she loves football and took her passion for her for that applied it to quidditch whole heartedly. I def didn’t check PoA for accuracy so sorry if this isn’t completely cannon compliant. 

This is just a small fic and wont be published on my ao3 but I kinda like it so here it is lol.  

[hspn]

Irreconcilable differences

The other day, there was a report that Thomas Tuchel is getting a divorce.

Brother: Can I say you were on this before anyone else? We should have started an exposé about his wedding ring. Me: Oh dang, I was on this, though it would've been better if it wasn't actually true. It was the ring, but then he would only ever mention his daughters and his dog when he talked about his family and since he speaks pretty carefully, that seemed pointed.

Super Cup, 8/11/21:

Me: I like how I guess this is just Tuchel's Europe outfit, minus the gilet. Brother: He's not wearing his lucky shoes. I guess he does not care about this trophy. Me: No, but I don't think he wore them in the lead up to final, either. Also to be fair, I'm not sure I would want to wear shoes that had had champagne poured into them and then been drunk out of, but I'm also a huge germaphobe, so. Brother: No, he did not, he only wore it for the final. But this is basically a final. Me: He also has not been wearing his wedding ring in the past few weeks. I'm vaguely scared he's getting a divorce. Brother: Well, if he's getting divorced, it changes that same story he told multiple times this summer with how he was no help with moving his family out of Paris to England. Me: Yeah, I was thinking is that why your wife organized it all? Maybe she waited until he signed the big new contract. Brother: Well, she could not file for divorce when he got fired on Christmas. Me: Maybe she was going to file for divorce on Christmas, then he got fired on Christmas, so she had to wait. She was probably fine with him not being in the country and working in England. Maybe he's getting a divorce because his wife threw the shoes out. Brother: If she threw the shoes out, I'm going to help her move out. Pulisic said to keep the shoes for if we make another CL final, so if he says we should keep the shoes, we keep the shoes. Me: HSPN editorial: pro-Tuchel divorce. Brother:

Tuchel living with family: no CLs.

Tuchel living away from his family: CL.

Me: When the lawyer asks Tuchel why he wants a divorce, he's like because I want another CL. Lawyer: I'm just gonna write down irreconcilable differences.

Crystal Palace, 9/14/21:

Brother: STOP SHOWING VIEIRA. Me: Yeah, show Tuchel instead so I can see if he's got his ring on (I don't think he does). [He did.] Brother: Or show Mrs. Tuchel, not that I would recognize her. Me: She looks vaguely like Marina. AKA white lady with long brown hair. Brother: I only recognize Marina when she is sitting or standing next to a footballer being introduced.

Liverpool, 8/28/21:

Me: Just noticed he wasn't wearing his ring again. Mrs. Tuchel is going to blast him when he gets home.

8/29/21:

Me: Oh, today's Tuchel's birthday? I like the idea of he and César eating an ambiguous cake together in celebration. Brother: The actual party is just Mrs. Tuchel yelling at him for not wearing his ring and only getting a draw at Anfield. Me: César: Wow, that's some regards she's sending him.

Press conference, 9/10/21:

Me: I kept hoping Mrs. Tuchel would log on and ask him where his ring was.

Aston Villa, 9/11/21:

Me: THERE’S HIS RING. Mrs. Tuchel won this battle.

Zenit St. Petersburg, 9/14/21:

Me: Aw, everyone's getting their UEFA trophies tonight. Kanté actually looks excited instead of terrified. Tuchel is wearing his Europe outfit, with brown shoes and his wedding ring.

Tottenham, 9/19/21:

Me: There’s Tuchel’s ring. We’re gonna win this thing.

Juventus, 9/29/21:

Brother: Plus you know we conceded 10 seconds after this sub. Me: I double checked after they scored to see if he was wearing his ring. Well, he was, so that skewed my match analysis, which is only based on whether he wears it or not.

[alexbkrieger13]

I was kind of rooting for Real Madrid because Liverpool fans are annoying (sorry) but then I thought that to get to the final they eliminated Chelsea and then City. So if they win tonight they will have beaten the top 3 of the premier league and we will get the even more annoying comments that la liga is a better league. So now I’m neutral.

i get yea

[theuniversitychallengereview]

UC 51.33 - King’s vs Emmanuel

Sometimes I like to think I’d be pretty good as a professional sportsperson. Not in the sense that I’m actually any good at sports, more in the way that if you took me exactly as I am, but made me really good at basketball (it's important to note that even in these daydreams I still limit myself to the position of role player. I’m never the star, but I’m the kind of guy about whom his teammates always say ‘that dude was solid for us’) then I’d carry it off pretty well. 

But then I’ll make a poor decision in Fantasy Premier League and all of these fantasies come tumbling down quicker than those people who chase cheese down hills (you know the folksI mean). This week I played my wildcard (skip ahead to the end of this paragraph if you don’t care for any of this crap) and signed both Reece James and Mason Mount. I had been planning on captaining one of the two and had it on Mount with a few seconds to go when I saw some tweets and decided I wanted to change, but because I’d left it so late I didn’t have time to do this. Mount blanked while James got the Defender’s hat-trick and a suave eighteen pointer. 

The point of all this is that elite sports isn’t just about how good you are at your chosen sport. Its about the mindset too. The part which led Jurgen Klopp to brand his Liverpool side of a few years ago ‘mentality monsters’, and which brought the grit of Ivan Lendl into Andy Murray’s coaching setup as he sought to end his run of defeats in Grand Slam finals. So if I spend the whole of Saturday evening and a good chunk of Sunday sulking because of a choice I made in a game (which isn’t even an actual sport itself), then how on Earth would I be able to pick myself up off the floor after missing a game-winning free throw in Game 7 of the NBA Finals?

University Challenge is fairly unique among knockout tournaments in that teams get the opportunity to continue despite having been beaten at various stages throughout. Both of tonight’s teams come into this match having already lost in the quarter-finals. King’s got kiboshed by Imperial in the second QF, but they dusted themselves off and put that to the back of their minds before squeezing past Birmingham to set up this match with Emmanuel. 

The Cambridge side have actually lost twice on their way here, with a narrow loss to St Andrews being followed by a comfortable win over the Royal Northern College of Music in the play-off round. They ousted collegiate rivals St Catherine’s (in the second round) and St John’s (in their opening quarter final) before a five point loss to Edinburgh last time out (amazingly, three of their five matches have finished with five point margins!). Having suffered defeat in their latest match Emmanuel will be looking to bounce back for the second time this series! For their sake (and the sake of their venerable cheerleader Bobby Seagull on Twitter) let’s hope they cope with that loss better than I coped with that Reece James masterclass.

Anyway, here’s your first starter for ten…

I’m watching this on iPlayer, but its a few minutes behind, so all of the tweets I’m seeing are talking about the first starter for ten but I’ve not got there yet. And Mastermind has finally finished, so here is your first starter for ten…

This goes to Wrathall, who recognises a series of clues to the letters ‘AA’, but no bonuses follow. The ironically clean shaven Oliver Beard hits back for King’s, who take the lead with a pair of bonuses on a ‘give two words who differ by only one letter’ set. Beard takes his second on the trot, but they struggle on the bonuses this time and their lead remains at twenty points. 

Emma skipper Malcolm gets on the board with ‘pernicious anaemia’, an answer Paxman seems to approve of, but their poor bonuswork continues and they fail to tie the game. Neither side manages a particularly vexatious vexillology starter involving four separate flags and a side helping of lateral thinking. The bonuses for these fall to King’s, who handle them no better with time (really quite a lengthy amount of time to boot, especially on the second one, which seemed to last forever) to confer.

There’s a head in hands moment from Malcolm on the next starter as she negs with ‘a hundred’, the answer being ‘a thousand’, which Bedwin knows for King’s. Never mind, because in a display of elite mental strength, Malcolm comes in early with ‘Atomium’ next time out, having already forgotten her blunder on the previous question. Bouncebackability in abundance. 

No one knows the music starter (Pullinger and Bedwin guess Stravinsky and Tchaikovsky but it was Shostakovich), and no one is able to guess the eponymous name of the man behind galvanization (with Bedwin saying Galvin and Malcolm saying Galvini rather than Galvani. I wonder if Paxman would have allowed it had she pronounced it a bit ambiguously). When they do come, the music bonuses go to Emmanuel, but no one can buy a bonus point this evening and the gap stays at fifteen in Kingses (is it King’s’? I feel like I’ve asked this question before, but how do you establish the possessive for something which is itself already a possessive?) favour. 

This soon becomes twenty five as Sathyanath correctly guesses ‘The Crimean War’ for the next starter, and, miraculously, King’s take a pair of bonuses on places beginning with the word ‘inver’. A solid guess from Malcolm keeps Emmanuel within range, and a hat-trick (yes! A hat-trick) on the bonuses brought them within ten points. 

Its not only bonuses which are being dropped in this episode, because the second picture starter is only one of many ten pointers to have been missed by both teams. I can’t remember the last time none of the picture and music rounds have received correct buzzes. Paxman calls King’s pathetic for missing ‘Look Back in Anger’ when they eventually get the bonuses (which is a bit harsh, to be honest), but this doesn’t help them to get either of the other two. 

Thatte pulls out a clutch ‘seven deadly sins’, and Emmanuel finally take the lead with only seconds to go! Eighty five to eighty. 

And King’s don’t have time to hit back, because there’s the gong!

Final Score: King’s 80-85 Emmanuel, Cam

That’s got to be one of the weirdest matches of University Challenge I’ve ever seen. No one could answer a bonus question to save their lives, and more starters were dropped than in a restaurant run entirely by trained animals. But it was remarkably tense. Wow. One of the lowest scoring matches you’ll ever see, but only five points separating the teams. I told you it was going to be close; I just didn’t expect neither side to cross one hundred points.