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a/n | heavily inspired by that clip of caitlin & gabbie LOL. kind of a blurb
summary: paige gets caught looking at you a certain way on camera while youâre practically fuming during a game.
warning(s): just sexual tension & out of pocket comments, suggestive
pairing: paige bueckers x teammate!reader
The game against NC State was remarkably close, an unexpected challenge for only the second game of the season. As the third quarter dwindled to its final minutes, a sense of frustration began to set in. You found yourself doing everything in your power to gain composure.
The same girl had been targeting you all night, her aggressive play becoming increasingly blatant as the game progressed. Your patience was wearing thin, and when she charged at you once again, a surge of anger propelled you forward, ready to confront her. However, before you could react, Paige, Aubrey, and Ines intervened, stepping in to hold you back before you did something youâd regret.
Geno had benched you, which only added more fuel to the fire. When the other team called a timeout, the rest of the team was sent to the benches, but Paige was quick to run over to you. As soon as the whistle blew, you got out of my seat and jogged over to the referee, determined to explain that he had made the wrong call. He had been the entire game. Your frustration, however, got the better of you, and your words came out heated. The referee was clearly unimpressed with your complaints and wasnât budging.
Paige stepped in front of you, concluding your one-sided heated conversation with the referee. She grabbed your arm with one hand and placed the other on your lower back to guide you away. âCâmere,â she mumbled, steering you back to the bench. You sat down, a little calmer than before but still huffing and puffing that you hadnât gotten to say everything you wanted to.
Paige sat next to you, her entire body turned in your direction as she nearly fell off the seat. This wasnât the first time this had happened, and she knew exactly what to do to get you to calm down. âTalk to me,â she threw out huskily, knowing you had to actually get what you had to say out before resting. You were already on it.
âThat girl has been all over me all night,â you began, words tumbling out in a rush. âDo you know how many fouls Iâve been cheated out of? Itâs like sheâs got it out for me. And the refs are fucking blind to itâthis is bullshit..â
As you rambled on, Paige couldnât tear her eyes away from you. She was perplexed at how you could look so good even while angry. Her eyes darted between yours and your lips the entire time, her lips slightly parted. Though you were loud, she barely heard a word, her ears blocking out all of the trash talk you let flow. Paige was captivated, caught between her desire to comfort you with reassuring words and letting you take her in the locker room after the game, which seemed to intensify with every fiery word you spoke.
Her head rested in one of her hands, and just as you finished speaking you turned to her, catching her lingering gaze on your lips. This out of all things made you crack a smile. âPaige,â you snapped her out of her short daze, her eyes averting back to yours.
âYeah?â she mumbled, sitting up straighter now as she reached her hands behind her head to adjust her ponytail.
Your eyes followed her without your head moving for a moment, your smile only growing bigger as you realized why she was staring at you that way. âWhat?â she questioned, her smile being heard through it, faking her oblivion as she looked at you.
âYouâre so fucking horny, bro.â you shook your head, smiling bright at her as she threw her head back, laughing, but she didnât disagree. What you didnât know, was that your interaction was caught on camera being televisedâand of course screen recorded.
user1. lip readers get on this đ
user2. Paige is down bad CONFIRMED
user3. The way sheâs looking at her omg I physically canât
user4. PAIGE MADISON BUECKERS!?!?
user5. are they dating?
user6. No
user7. I hope so
user8. nooo way this is real LMFAOOO
user9. her eyes shifting between her lips and eyes ohhh sheâs so down bad
user10. FRIENDS DONâT LOOK AT FRIENDS THAT WAY!?!?
user11. wouldnât be surprised if theyâre fucking
user12. these comments are crazy as hell đ
#paige bueckers headcannons#paige bueckers fic#paige bueckers fanfiction#paige bueckers smut#paige bueckers x reader#paige bueckers#paige x reader#lgbtq#uconn wbb#uconn huskies
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I'm proud of you - Jude Bellingham
Summary: Comforting sad and defeated Jude after England's loss. Warning: Sad moment, comforting Words: <1k
The referee blows the final whistle.
It was over. England lost. It all happened too quickly. Spain scoring in the last minutes didn't even give us time to process the situation.
I was sitting in the stands with Jude's family. We all shed a tear once the Spanish players started celebrating. Seeing Jude go off to the bench and kick something was a heartbreaking yet scary sight for me. Instantly, I knew that was going to be a sight for the media.
He's not like that at all. He just really wanted this win. With people being all over him, critiquing him, he really wanted to prove them wrong, to make England proud. I couldn't be more proud of him, though. He achieved amazing things in this competition.
As I watched him from afar, I wished I could just run down and hold him, tell him it was okay. I knew how much he had invested in this tournament, how much he had sacrificed. His dedication and his passio were the qualities that made him extraordinary. Those were the reasons why I fell in love with him.
Feeling an overwhelming urge to be closer to him, I excused myself from his family and made my way down to the lower stands, closer to the field. As I approached the edge, I saw Jude pacing back and forth, his frustration evident in every step. When he finally noticed me, our eyes locked. He hesitated for a moment, then walked over.
With his help, I crossed the barrier and immediately fell into his arms, holding his head tightly into my neck. I could feel him shaking from all the emotions he was going through.
"I messed up," he muttered, his voice muffled against my shoulder.
"No, you didn't," I said firmly, my hand gently running through his hair. "You were incredible, baby. You gave it your all." He pulled back slightly, his eyes filled with tears. "It wasn't enough. It wasn't fucking enough." "Hey," I cupped his face gently, putting my forehead against his. "Listen to me. You were amazing out there. You fought so hard, and everyone saw it."
He didn't know what to say. I could see he wanted to let go of everything he was feeling, but the words wouldn't come.
"Just stay calm, baby," I tried to comfort him, reminding him that losing is part of the game and keeping his composure is important. "You can use this to come back even stronger."
I knew my words might not have a big impact on him in that moment. It was all still raw and fresh for him, so I simply held him tighter in my arms. He pulled back slightly, his eyes still glistening. "I have to go, baby. They're going to do the ceremony."
"I know," I said softly. He kissed my forehead.
"I'll meet you afterwards," I told him, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze.
He nodded, giving me one last look before turning and walking towards his teammates. As I walked up the stands to where his family was, I felt a mix of pride and heartache.
After England had their moment, Jude walked up to us and hugged his family. They all expressed how proud they were of him, trying not to show any sadness in front of him.
He sat down with his head low. I gently lifted his chin, earning a small, faint smile from him.
"I'm sorry for disappointing you guys," he managed to say to them.
I sat on his lap, holding him close to my chest. It pained me to see him like this, unable to erase his sadness.
"You never disappoint us, Jude," his mom reassured him, holding his hand tightly.
I arrived at my hotel room feeling exhausted and heartbroken for Jude. He had to return to the hotel with the team. There was nothing I wanted more than to have him in my arms and try to ease his sadness, even just a little. I was about to get into bed after finishing my nighttime routine when I heard a faint knock on the door. I opened it to find Jude standing there, his shoulders slumped and a tired look on his face. "They told me it's okay," he said quickly, grabbing my hand and leading me to the bed.
He took off his shirt and sweatpants and collapsed onto the bed, pulling me with him. His head immediately rested on my chest as he hugged me tightly.
"It's going to be okay, baby," I whispered, wrapping my arms around his head and kissing his forehead repeatedly. "These bad feelings will pass, trust me."
I ran my fingers through his hair, knowing it helped him relax and fall asleep. I kept kissing his forehead and cuddling him until I felt his grip around my waist loosen slightly, indicating he had fallen asleep.
"You'll always be my champion, baby," I whispered softly." I love you so much, Jude Bellingham."
#jude bellingham x reader#jude bellingham#jude bellingham fanfic#jude bellingham imagine#jude bellingham x you#footballer imagines#football#football imagine#football players
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ORDINARY THINGS â ě ęľ
đ ordinary things, as long as iâm with you.
after a lost match, jeonggukâs only source of comfort is you.
from the grande series ŕ¨ŕ§
pairings: soccer captain!jk x fem!reader
genre: fluff, established relationship
warnings: lower case intended, i wanna say that i know very little about soccer, even more about what goes on behind the scenes, but of course i had to put jeongguk in bellinghamâs iconic holey socks hehe đť, itâs a bit angsty at first just bc ggukkie is an angsty boy, but then all of it is just fluff really! hints at mental illness, heavy use of the pet name baby, theyâre so funny i love them, theyre also horny! only mentions of sex tho, and sexy kisses and touches keke
word count: 6990
a/n: waaa omg i managed to keep this under 10k words whoâs proud of me! this is so slow but im in love w their domestic dynamic đ
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the piercing whistle cuts through the air.
it marks the official end of the match, sealing the loss of your boyfriendâs team. the sound feels sharp, final, not only to the game.
you knew this was fairly important. it wasnât too decisive on the teamâs position in the ranking, but you knew it mattered to him. like every other game, regardless of stakes.
whether it was a friendly or a tournament, jeongguk had no other mode but all in.
that dedication shows in every tense line of his body now. the weight of defeat begins to sink in, and you can see it on his face, the way it affects him.
you can already sense whatâs swirling around in his mind, behind the quiet exterior. youâre sure of it from how he still stands there, avoids his surroundings, keeps his eyes glued to the ground, the green field suddenly more captivating.
you donât need words to know. heâs retreating inward, locking away his disappointment, and likely taking on more than just the burden of his own loss.
heâs probably thinking of his teammates, feeling like he let them down too. allowing it all to crash on him, the single outcome of this match unraveling everything he worked hard for.
his confidence shatters with the refereeâs whistle, and it shuts down the noise of the crowd, makes him unresponsive to the comforting pats on his back from his friends. itâs all a distant hum to him now.
jeongguk is deliberately slow as he almost mechanically leads his exhausted self out the pitch, body moving without his mindâs consent.
he doesnât care if itâll take him forever to take these steps. if heâs the last one leaving. he just needs a moment to figure out his next move.
but can he? can he face his team without this ugly feeling gnawing at him? can he keep lying, tell them they did well, that theyâll do better next time, while his own mask suffocates him? is he even deserving of the captain title?
he doubts it, his legs moving as if the world has time to offer him, body struggling under the weight of a lifeless feeling creeping in.
your heart clenches painfully. from the sidelines, watching him like this breaks something in you.
you grip the hem of your tennis skirt, fingers twitching as you fight the crazed urge rising in your throat to just run to him.
itâs hard to find your breaths when witnessing your boyfriend destroying himself as if thatâs the only treatment he thinks heâs deserving of. but you also know the last thing you want to do right now is to draw more attention to him when heâs so raw, vulnerable. when every eye in the stadium strips him bare.
and you just want to put his every piece back, cover him in warmth. your mind is made up when you abruptly stand up, hastily making your way toward the locker room before he can get there, offering polite smiles to the players who are already getting inside.
you settle outside the door, waiting.
jeongguk drags behind the others, eyes still casted down. heâs so absorbed in his escape, so lost in the act of avoidance, that youâre certain he wonât notice you, with your beating heart held out to him in your cold hands.
yet, he does find some sort of answer in the ground he keeps staring at, asking for solutions.
amidst the worn, muddied football boots, he spots your shoes. dr. martens platforms, the ones you pair with white socks that ruffle at the top.
the sight is enough to pull him out of his daze, and he looks up.
the door to the locker room closes behind the last player, the heavy thump echoing in the long hallway. it startles you, just as jeonggukâs sudden awareness startles him, and you search for some sort of stability in each otherâs eyes.
his own are glossy with unshed tears, and they glisten under the harsh fluorescent light. it doesnât help the way his vision gets blurrier and pulls you farther from him.
but he needs to see youâ the comfort in your face, the one that he feels as though he canât breathe without.
jeongguk squeezes his eyes shut, the tears slipping free, but the moment he flutters his eyelids open and meets you clearly, he doesnât care.
his wide, tear-filled gaze takes you in. brows drawn up, your expression seems to mirror his. youâve always absorbed peopleâs emotions to an almost extreme degree. when others cry, so do you. and when jeongguk cries, it feels like the whole world is falling apart.
but you canât afford that happening, and youâll hold its full weight on your shoulders to prevent such thing.
this time, you need to be stronger for him. swallowing the lump rising in your throat, you blink back your own tears and take a hesitant step toward him.
jeongguk, so much taller than you, seems to shrink before your eyes. right now, heâs the smallest, most fragile boy.
âbaby,â your voice is a soft whisper, arms stretching open in a subtle invitation, one that he doesnât need to be asked twice.
the moment you speak and break the quiet, the dam heâs been holding up crumbles. he crashes into you, hands wrapping tightly around your waist, his nose buried in the crook of your neck.
the impact makes you stumble slightly, but you hold him just as tight in return, focusing on his sharp breaths against your skin, wet with his tears, body trembling in your embrace.
your arms wrapped around his neck, you squeeze him hard, as if heâs a sponge that youâre trying to empty from all the dirty liquid. all the exhaustion, the anxiety, the guilt.
with the way he downright drops his full weight on you, you guide him to sit on the bench just outside the locker room. he slumps beside you, heavy and limp against you, seeking your warmth and comfort the way an addict seeks for the drug thatâs able to keep them going.
you sit like that for a while, and you think itâs better this way. he has time to let it out against your chest, and you have the time that you need to compose yourself before youâre met with the full extent of his brokenness.
the second you see his tear stricken face, you think all of the effort was useless. youâre so, so weak.
jeongguk hiccups, lifts his face, his wide eyes flitting between yours like one would follow a tennis match at his peak point, searching for something, the smallest indicator of victory.
the tears make his cheeks red, and it adds to the frantic pleading he trips on, âbâbaby, please. i donâtâ iâm tired. wannaâ homeââ
âhey, gguk. ggukie, breathe,â youâre gentle when you cut him off, taking his face between your small palms to try and steady his panic, and mostly yourself. youâre fighting hard to not break too, to try and be the anchor he needs.
you take exaggerated deep breaths, hoping heâll mirror you, and after a few moments his chest rises and falls in sync with yours, warm breath fanning over your lips.
imperceptibly, you feel his panic begin to ebb. his brows relax and his eyelids blink slower, regaining consciousness of his surroundings.
his hands reach up, covering yours as they rest at his jaw, squeezing them, and he exhales shakily, still not fully over his agitation, âiâm sorry. i wanna go home. i donâtâ donât wanna do interviews, donât wanna see anyone. donât wanna talk to coach. i just wanna be with you, please.â
his speech is hushed, pleading, his words slurred as if afraid youâre going to stop him, force him to go through the motions of whatâs expected of him before he can beg further.
you brush his cheek with your thumb in a slow motion, moving him closer to you, your voice as careful as possible, âbut, jeongguk⌠we canât disappear without at least telling the others. coach will want you to answerââ
âplease, love. please,â he cuts you, words trembling, âdonât make me go through this. iâm too weak now. i canât.â
youâve never seen jeongguk like this before.
itâs been over two years since he asked you to be his girlfriend. that night, he scored a goal for you. you knew it the moment the ball hit the net.
even with his teammates swarming him in celebration, his eyes searched for yours, locking on the moment he found you in the stands.
wrapped in your wool scarf, your face almost fully hidden, the way your eyes turned into crescents and your cheekbones so prominent was unmistakable.
the smile that you shared was sheepish, but brimming with meaning. carrying all those emotions you had both been tiptoeing around for so long.
for a while, your feelings had been caught in a slow dance, never fully picking up, but nonetheless comfortable with the motion.
jeongguk always found a reason to have you near, inviting you to practices and matches, because only your presence could give him the strength needed. and you always found a reason to show up.
even more when you easily fell into the routine that followed every encounter, evenings spent at your apartment, on your couch.
it was a schedule you soon came to love, with him making you laugh, an arm draped over your shoulder, your leg casually resting across his lap. the movies you would put on would quickly become background noise as his playful jokes turned into shared glances, quiet giggles, and stolen kisses.
kisses that felt like the ones teenagers share when theyâre crushing on someone for the very first time.
kisses that didnât evolve into anything more until that night, when he scored for you. it was unashamedly sweet, the feeling he gave you.
back at his flat, his face lit up with a grin so big it was infectious. the rush of adrenaline from winning the game and the joy of finally making you his girlfriend radiated from him.
itâs a stark contrast to his expression, now. itâs drawn with helplessness, clouded with a desperation that makes you ache.
he looks tired of fighting, of holding it all together. and itâs not just thatâ thereâs a deep yearning, a frantic search, a needy plea to be understood, to be seen by you.
thereâs nothing that truly comes more innately to you. itâs second nature, caring for him. knowing him. looking after him. tending to his physical and emotional scars. and you donât want him to scrape his skin further.
you try to reason, âwhatâ what about your things, donât you at least want toââ
âiâll ask taehyung to take my bag with him or something,â for the state heâs currently in, he still looks willing to do anything if it means getting out of here. and so, he begs again, âplease. can we go home?â
you know you canât say no to him. thatâs not something that comes as good to you. not in your nature.
âthis is not the way to your house.â
still in his soccer jersey, the uniformâs shorts touching his knees and holey socks high up his calves, muddy boots hurting his feet, jeongguk sits quietly next to you in the backseat of his car.
his chauffeur drives steadily, away from the hurt, and each mile puts more distance between jeongguk and the weight of the loss, the field, the pressure. he feels himself leave fragments of disappointment behind, back there.
itâs been a long time since it was just the two of you in his car. jeongguk would be the one driving, his left hand steady on the wheel, the right one always reaching for yours, a quiet confirmation of his love.
now, someone else takes care of the driving, especially after games, or in moments like these when jeonggukâs mind and body are too exhausted to handle anything more.
ever since the goal that changed everything between you two, jeonggukâs life took off. a big team recognized his potential and signed him, a moment that marked his breakthrough as pro in the football world.
then, it became a whirlwind. constant games, media attention, opportunities flooding in, and money pouring from every direction.
he bought a house â a mansion, really, â just outside the city, the kind of place he dreamed of as a small kid with big ambitions. everything about it is luxurious, grand, all jeongguk thought he wanted.
but thereâs been something left behind, back in the quieter days when he was just a young player fighting for his place on this planet.
you met him before the fame, before his name was on the backs of jerseys and his face on billboards. you fell in love with the boyish version of him, the one who lived in a cramped flat, working tirelessly to make a name for himself.
youâve been there through every step, enough to recognize the struggle in his eyes.
you so easily catch that flicker of awareness in him. the jolting confirmation that all of this is real, his orbs trembling. and when it hits, he retreats into himself, lets anxiety creep in.
he may not voice it, but you know the root of it. the fear of losing himself, of becoming someone else, of forgetting the version of him thatâs grounded in simplicity and love.
jeongguk fears intertwining himself with what he always wanted will inevitably erase what heâs always been, the son of hardworking parents in busan, raised on sacrifice and dreams.
what he always had with you. quiet, uncomplicated. happy with the ordinary things, eating ramen on the floor of his tiny apartment, driving around just to talk about anything and nothing, reading quietly next to each other in the cafè youâve introduced him to, your presence a comfort to him long before he realized he loved you as more than a friend.
jeongguk wants to hold onto that simplicity, and he wants you to be part of that. he wants you to stay by his side, to be the reminder of who he is beneath all the noise. what he wants to keep being.
because youâre his constant, unwavering, never changing. youâve never needed him to be more than who he already is. you never look at him with the kind of judgment or disappointment that seems to follow him after every missed opportunity. thereâs no pressure, no expectations of success.
in your eyes, he is just jeonggukâ the same boy that approached you with a bad pun only to clumsily blame it on his drink. the one you built a familiar rhythm with, ordinariness always just enough for you. for the two of you, together.
you donât need mansions, fancy restaurants, designer clothes. you donât need grandeur. youâll stay the way itâs always been, and the way you both want it to stay.
he quickly scans your face, letting your words register. your brows are furrowed slightly, pouty lips parted as if youâre about to tell the driver that heâs going the wrong way, headed somewhere other than the house he now calls home.
before you can speak, jeongguk interrupts you, his voice soft and suddenly self aware, âoh, iâ sorry, i gave directions to your apartment. i just really wanted to be there with you.â
you blink at his fragile honesty. he had begged to be home, and now here you were, on the way to your own.
warmth spreads through you, and you canât help but break into a big smile, one that eases the tension in his forehead, and mirrors softly in the grin that tugs at his pierced lips.
leaning in, you place a peck on his cheek, âitâs okay, baby. iâve got so many of your clothes in my closet, there wonât be a problem.â
his low chuckle is comforting, and he scrunches his nose in that familiar way, shuffling closer to nuzzle into your shoulder. for a moment, the world outside fades. youâre hopeful as you think you can feel the weight on his heart lifting.
looking up, a teasing smile spreads across his face, âi wonder why.â
his playful shift surprises you, though you try not to show it. you want him to feel normal, like thereâs nothing you should keep being sad over. your brows raise ever so slightly before you roll your eyes in mock exasperation, the fond amusement clear on your features.
itâs enough for jeonggukâs giggles to fill the car, an arm snaking around your waist, âitâs because you always steal my clothes.â
feigning shock, you gasp dramatically, swatting him lightly. he only laughs more, soft sounds bubbling up again, and you can feel love rushing through you, swarming frantically in your chest.
you play along with him, âno, itâs because you always leave your stuff behind after weâ weâŚâ
you trip on your words and pause when you realize what nearly slipped out, sheepishly averting your gaze to glance at the chauffeur, who seemingly looks too focused on the road to hear what youâre saying.
jeonggukâs eyes light up, his smile widening as his fingers teasingly pinch your sides, âafter we what? say it, baby.â
you flinch at his ticklish touch, breaking into a grin and stubbornly shaking your head no. his laughter mingles with yours, bodies pressing tighter as he leans his weight into you, his nose brushing your jaw.
being this close to him, you inhale his scent. he still smells like adrenaline, mixed with exhaustion, sweat pearling his back. the feeling grounds you.
he hums lowly against your skin, his lips trailing wet pecks along your throat, âi miss doing that.â
your chuckle turns into a frenzied groan, and you steady yourself with your hands on his arm still squeezing around you, feeling your face heat up, âthat was three days ago.â
âtoo long,â he mumbles, kisses slowly becoming more languid, savoring you.
when he pulls away from your neck, he doesnât give you a moment to breathe before his lips find yours. the kiss is simple, sweet, but you can feel each beat of his pulse against your mouth.
you break the contact first, your hand slipping into his damp hair, gently brushing the long strands out of his eyes. you think out loud, admiring his perfectly framed face, âyou need to cut these.â
but jeongguk isnât currently interested in haircuts. he ignores your suggestion, his focus entirely on you, and his whispered words hold a kind of raw vulnerability, âi missed you.â
you hum, threading through his locks, âmissed you too, my boy.â
thatâs all he needs to close the gap between you again. this time, his kiss is more intent, deeper, as if trying to communicate what words canât. his hands pull you closer, your chest arching into him, and in between the wet sounds of your lips meeting he lets a moan escape him.
youâre quick to swallow it, your own quiet noises vibrating against him before you put distance once again, softly tugging at his hair and finding his eyes lovingly, âletâs get home first, yeah?â
but he protests, a childlike groan reverberating in his throat, eyelids fluttering shut as he basks in the feeling of you against his lips. he attacks your cheeks next, trailing down, and down, and down, kissing you through your shirt.
then, itâs his fingers touching you under it, hand traveling up and kneading your breasts through your bra, only to slide around to trace the curve of your spine.
the sudden contact is overwhelmingly pleasuring, head thrown back on the headrest as quiet whimpers leave you. jeongguk is as hungry as ever, seeking for proximity no matter your bodies already molding with one another, his teeth scraping against your most sensitive spots, almost digging, eating, tasting.
and you want to let go, allow him to give you every last thing heâs holding onto, be selfish and take it all for yourself.
but you canât when you know this is just another one of his escapes. heâs using this moment to drown out the chaos in his mind, to run from his pain, to bury his burdens and get high on a dopamine rush.
âbaby, waitââ in between gasps, you manage to get your voice out, but its whisper doesnât seem to reach jeonggukâs ears, his long digits boring holes in the flesh of your bare thighs, prickling with goosebumps at his feverish touch.
in your own daze, you carefully take a hold of his face in your palms, lifting him up from the devoting motion of his lips on the edge of your shoulder, and the look in his eyes is hazed, inhebriated on the the burning of your skin under him, but itâs tinged with desperation.
behind his orbs thereâs no other thought but to chase you, his only refuge, and your sweet smile only aggravates his crazed desire, trying to catch your mouth with his before you open it to speak, âi donât want us to do this while youâ youâre still mentally fragile.â
your worry is laced with love, itâs clear from the way it spills out of you, seeps from your delicate touch on his cheeks. but jeonggukâs eyes still widen in shock and shame, orbs shaking with panic.
his brows furrow in an attempt to conceal his turbulent emotions, but the city lights continuously flashing through the car windows only accentuate the glistening under his eyelids. he stammers, âiâ iâm notâ iâm⌠please. donât reject me.â
the plea is shaky, and it makes your pulse race with agitation, fingers grasping his jaw with more intent as youâre quicker on your words than your own thoughts, âoh, honey, iâm not. look at me, please,â the way he flickers his gaze down only makes more panic flood in your veins, and you frantically search for him.
you manage to sound stable, whispered words fanning over his lips, âi just want whatâs best for you, okay? do you trust me?â
he seems to lean into your touch, looking up at you through his lashes, brows still betraying him with the way theyâre drawn up in sorrow. he hums in agreement.
you smile reassuringly, âperfect. then, iâll tell you what weâre gonna do, hm?â when he nods, you continue, brushing his hair back through your calm words, âwe get to my flat. take a hot shower. i make us something warm to eat. and then, if you still want to, iâm all yours. in our bed. sound good?â
our bed. the flicker in your boyfriendâs face doesnât go missed. itâs fond, it softens his eyes, and it rushes down to his lips, struggling not to break into a grin. he pouts to hide it, and you can see heâs still ashamed by his earlier rush, his response muffled, âokay. i love you. iâm sorry.â
you coo, pulling his head to rest on your chest, drawing comforting strokes along his damp back, âi love you more. you did nothing wrong, baby.â
the both of you stay like that for a while. his cheek is squished against your breasts, lips parting to release quiet huffs, and your soothing motions run down his arm.
the quiet moment is interrupted by jeonggukâs phone ringing once again, loud and persisent, for the nth time in less than half a hour. he doesnât even glance at the device when declining the call, and you catch the name flashing before the screen goes black.
itâs his coach calling. you stay quiet as he shuts off his phone completely, tossing it onto the empty seat next to him.
only a few moments pass before he looks up at you, his expression hesitant, a timid smile trying to mask the uncertainty in his eyes. you return his gaze with quiet confidence, nodding subtly, letting him know that youâre here with himâ no matter what.
right now, all that matters is that jeongguk feels safe in your arms. you donât care about the consequences he might face tomorrow. youâll be there for him, just as you are now, when he needs you the most.
the moment you both step in your apartment, shoes messily discarded at the entrance (youâll make sure to take care of his boots later), he trails after you like a lost puppy. he becomes your shadow, mirroring your every step with big eyes and a natural pout.
âtake your uniform off, baby,â you gently instruct him while letting the water run from the shower head, adjusting the temperature until itâs hot enough for the both of you.
he slumps over on the toilet lid, eyes never leaving you as you move around the bathroom. when he lets them travel down your figure, a low groan escapes him.
you look so good in your skirt, the high socks triggering a weird, primal instinct in him, stirring dark fantasies that have him wishing youâd let him take you right there on the sink.
but he knows better than to mess with the plan you set earlier in his car for the both of you to enjoy the night, so he only allows himself to play with you a little, âcan you do it for me? iâm tired.â
he really does seem tired, the exhaustion visible from the way his hands tremble slightly and his eyelids drop, but the look only adds to the lazy smirk spreading on his pierced lips. he knows what heâs truly asking for.
you narrow your gaze at him only to roll your eyes when he doesnât look like heâs going to surrender any soon, grin only widening, and you pull him up by the jersey.
he complies, brows wiggling in teasing disobedience, looking down at you from his taller stance, âwoah, commanding. i like it.â
âshut up,â you only murmur as you hastily strip off his sweaty uniform, throwing it right in the laundry bin. you leave him in his high socks and boxers, smacking his round ass playfully, âtake these off yourself, mister.â
heâs ready to protest, to demand your touch back on him, but you shoot him a look with your raised eyebrows, âah-ah. câmon, and get in the shower, iâll bring your change.â
before he can respond, you leave the bathroom. he whines childishly, slipping off his underwear along with the uncomfortable socks, adding them to the pile in the basket under the sink. he yells over the sound of running water, âyouâre coming too, right?â
âyes!â you quickly call out from the bedroom, voice raised to reach him over the distance.
you know how difficult your boyfriend can beâ if he hasnât come to drag you in yet, youâre at least hoping heâs taken off the rest of his clothes. you foolishly hope heâs already in the shower, though the chances are slim if heâs not completely sure youâll be joining him.
thatâs why you move fast, grabbing his change of clothes from the drawer where you keep all his left-behind things. in your rush, you take one of his oversized t-shirt and a pair of boxers for yourself, too.
when you return to the bathroom, youâre not surprised to find jeongguk standing in the middle of it, bare and waiting for you. his eyes light up when he sees you, taking the clothes from your hold and placing them on the counter, âi was about to come and get you.â
you scoff lightly, trying to fight the smile tugging at the corners of your mouth, but itâs no use. especially when he reaches out to pull you closer, fingers working at the zip of your skirt and sliding it off with ease, his own grin warm on his expression.
you gently push him toward the shower, pretending to scold him, âi can do this myself, thank you. now get in, silly.â
with a disappointed, and very adorable huff, he finally obeys, stepping under the hot steam of water. you can tell by the subtle way his shoulder relax that the heat soothes him, but the tension doesnât completely ease from his muscles.
he tracks your movements attentively, taking in the way you strip yourself completely bare, and only when you step in the small cabin and close the sliding window door behind you he sighs in relief.
jeongguk engulfs you immediately, positioning you both directly under the cascade of water. it blurs your vision slightly, your bangs flattening on your forehead.
you push them out of the way, your hands then finding his own hair to slick it back, allowing you to see the fondness in his eyes clearly.
you look up at him through wet lashes, chin placed on his toned chest, and his own is dipped low to meet your gaze, take in the smile spreading and making your dimples show.
it grows bigger when he sheepishly scrunches his nose, the love seeping from your orbs suddenly overwhelming, and you press a gentle kiss to his adamâs apple before pulling yourself away, voice a whisper, âlet me take care of you.â
jeongguk doesnât argue, complying when you ask to hand you his shampoo. youâd originally bought it as a joke during one of your grocery runs together, picking it off the shelf with a laugh and pointing out the labelâ johnsonâs baby shampoo, made with honey and wheat extracts, and on sale too. youâd exclaimed how it was so jeongguk, and heâd let you try it on him as soon as you got home.
the joke had stuck, and to your surprise, he ended up liking it more than you did. now, it was the only shampoo you used on him whenever he stayed at your place, a small tradition between the two of you.
as you work it into his damp hair, jeonggukâs eyelids flutter shut. he eases into your touch, body going loose as your fingers massage his scalp with the perfect amount of pressure, the kind that always seems to make him melt, the one that could immediately put him to sleep.
you wash it off and repeat the motion once more, taking your time. only when his hair is thoroughly cleaned do you reach for your vanilla body wash, moving on to carefully lather it over his skin.
tracing every line of his body, you watch the way he softens more with your touch, unconsciously swaying closer.
youâre slow, deliberate in your motions, letting your hands run over his shoulders, down his arms, across his chest. his skin is warm and slick under your palms, and every now and then he lets out a contented sigh.
the sounds get fuller when you finally reach his back. you press a little harder, working out the knots you can feel lingering there. he groans softly, his head falling forward slightly, droplets of water dripping from his hair onto your face.
âfeel good?â you ask quietly, your voice barely audible over the sound of the water.
he nods, his voice low and drowsy. âyeah, feels amazing.â
his moans grow unrestrainedly louder, eyes rolling back, and you would tease him for it if the sight of him like this wasnât having its own effect on you.
biting your lip, you press your fingers deeper into his muscles, and suddenly his hands grip your waist, tight enough to startle you.
it has your mouth opening unconsciously, brows furrowed at the sensitivity. you almost give in when his palms slip further down, resting on the curve of your ass, and for a moment you consider the temptation, but the triumphant smirk on his face immediately pulls you out of your daze. your own fingers work to move his hands to rest at your shoulders.
you manage to sound stable, but you can feel the slight shake in your voice, âhands up here, mister.â
âoh, câmon,â he has the audacity to whine, the sound muffled by his pouty, and so inviting lips.
you almost cave at the sight of him, his eyes wide and pleading. but you know better. if you let him push the boundaries now, things wonât stop here, and the careful rhythm youâve set will be forgotten.
itâs not just him youâre trying to hold backâ itâs yourself too, especially when his gaze almost breaks through your resolve.
you shake your head, trying to gather your composure, suddenly turning off the water and sliding the shower door open.
jeongguk groans in protest at the contrasting cold air hitting his skin, but you promptly step out to reach for your bathrobe and wrap it around him.
pout stubborn on his lips, he follows you out the shower, but instead of arguing further, he surprises you by engulfing you both in the same robe, pressing his chest against your back.
his arms circle you, and he starts rubbing the spongy material of his sleeves against your body, trying to dry you both at once.
you snort, amused by his antics, âwhat are you doing?â
âiâm drying us.â
âthis will take us foreverââ
âno, see? iâm already done,â with ease, he slips out of the robe, laying it over your shoulders and tying the belt snugly around you.
then he casually walks over to grab his change of clothes, pulling the t-shirt over his head despite the fact that his hair is still dripping with water.
you roll your eyes at the sight of it soaking into the fabric and gently push him to sit on the toilet lid, âdonât move. youâre still wet, god.â
âthatâs what she said,â he wiggles his brows, eyes gleaming with immature delight as he grins mischeviously.
you sigh, struggling not to laugh at his pun. instead, you wordlessly grab the hairdryer and start running it through his damp locks.
he obediently leans into you, closing his eyes and resting his head against your chest as your fingers run along his hair. the warmth from the device makes him nuzzle even closer, his posture fully relaxed between your legs.
once his hair is dry and his clothes no longer clinging to his skin, you finally shut off the hairdryer, giving his now fluffy locks a final pat.
the time it took to dry jeongguk allowed the bathrobe to work its magic on you too. you quickly slip into his boxers and one of his many stussy t-shirts you picked randomly, tying a towel around your hair.
you prepare to head out of the bathroom, but before you can his hand gently stops you, gripping your forearm, suddenly towering over you when he stands up, âwhere are you going?â
âto make us dinner.â
âiâll do it. you should dry your hair, or else youâll get a headache.â
âbutââ
âno but. you already did enough, baby. iâm okay, i swear,â his voice softens, and the fond look in his eyes makes it clear he wonât let you argue further. he doesnât even let you respond, stepping out of the room and heading to the kitchen.
a smile tugs at your lips, and you take a deep breath, the comforting scent of vanilla and honey still lingering after he leaves.
youâve always appreciated jeonggukâs attention to detail. he knows how long it takes you to care for your thick, long hair and also remembers the countless nights you complained about your head hurting from leaving it damp. he always listens, even to the smallest things.
twenty minutes later, youâre warm and dry, stepping into the kitchen where the delicious smell of soup greets you. jeongguk is behind the stove, stirring a pot and softly whistling as he tends to another pan on the burner.
when he notices you, his eyes brighten, trailing over your legs and the way his t-shirt sits just above your thighs, revealing glimpses of his boxers. as you approach, he grins, âwhatâs a pretty woman like you doing here, alone?â
youâve been with him long enough to know this is just the start of one of his playful roleplays, so of course you instantly know your line, âi have a boyfriend, actually.â
âoh, really? is he here too? can he fight?â his voice drops lower with every step you take towards him, with the last words coming out as a growl as you stand in front of him, looking up into his eyes.
you snort, âyouâre so dumb.â
he stays in character, raising his eyebrows, âno, tell me. can he?â
you hum thoughtfully, pursuing your lips as you pretend to consider, your eyes wandering before settling on his again, âyes. heâll break your nose.â
he chuckles, feigning surprise, âgod, he sounds tough.â
âhe is.â
with an arm snaking around your waist, he pulls you closer, his lips brushing your ear, nose tickling your lobe, and he whispers, âbut i just want you so bad, young lady. donât tell him, hm?â
his mouth is on yours next, molding together in a sickeningly sweet, lingering kiss, and you let him find your tongue with his own, your front arching against his.
with your arms wrapped around his neck, you part slightly, your eyes jumping on every corner of his face. your voice is thick with pure love, âdo you feel better, big boy?â
jeongguk smiles, presses it against your forehead, âso much better, thanks to you. i love you.â
âi love you more,â you momentarily lose yourself in his expression, and you have to blink harshly to pull yourself out of the daze before you fall too deeply into your emotions and start waxing poetic, letting your heart run as wild as the love in your veins.
you move from his hold, busying yourself with setting the small table in your kitchen, grabbing the usual pink glass for yourself and the yellow one for him.
he chose them himself a long ago, said pink reminded him of the way you blushed at his every action, and the yellow symbolized a sunflower always turning toward its sun, because, âthatâs how iâve felt ever since i met you.â
as you arrange the glasses, you almost forget what you were about to ask, but the faint ring of your phone from the bedroom reminds you, âis your phone still off? coach has been calling me.â
his brows knit slightly, betraying his otherwise calm demeanor, but he doesn't meet your eyes, focusing instead on plating the soup. âcan weâ not talk about it? just for tonight?â
a small gasp escapes you at his quiet plea, and you rush to his side to help him, taking the plates from him and placing them gently on the table, your words hushed, âof course, baby. i was just worried you might want to hear from him. i donât care about all of that, i only care about you.â
a sheepish smile breaks through his composure, his front teeth worrying at his lip piercing. he looks up at you, lets himself be coddled by the warmth of your gaze, and he sounds just as timid as he looks, âhm. thatâs what i wanted to hear.â
you shake your head fondly at his vulnerable side, motioning for him to sit with you, âsilly. come, letâs eat, and then we can get some sleep.â
even after swallowing the burning soup, jeongguk still finds a way to tease, nudging your foot under the table with a mischievous grin.
"youâre not getting any sleep tonight," he quips, his voice low with playful intent. you roll your eyes and kick him lightly, making him yelp in exaggerated shock.
it becomes a game of back and forth, his dirty jokes pushing boundaries just enough to make you question if heâs actually serious. thereâs a part of you that selfishly hopes he means it, but the side of you that knows him inside and out knows better.
sex for jeongguk isnât just a casual thing, especially after a night like this. for the two of you, intimacy is more than physicalâ itâs an act of devotion, a way to connect deeply when words canât express everything.
itâs never about distraction or escape, but about grounding one another, the flicker of something real and tender at the core of it.
tucked under the covers, waiting for him after he convinced you he could handle the dishes himself â arguing that picking a movie was just as much work â youâre not surprised by what he says when he finally enters the room.
âbaby⌠i think iâm happy with just cuddles for tonight. that okay with you?â
you break into a big grin, brimming with unspeakable feelings for the man standing at the foot of your bed, for which you spread your arms open, âof course, sweetheart. come here, you big child.â
he doesnât need to be told twice, instantly burrowing himself against the warm sheets, intertwining his limbs with yours. he nestles his head on your chest, sighing contentedly as if heâs found the safest place, âi love you. have i said that already?â
âa million times. and iâm never sick of it.â
âsay it back.â
you snort at the insistence in his tone, words muffled by the fabric of your shirt, and your fingers unconsciously play with his straight locks as you swing one of your legs around his waist, your voice a whisper above the shuffling, âi love you more.â
he tilts his head up, chin resting on the softness of your breasts, âno, you donât.â
brushing his bangs away from his eyes, you smile fondly, âi do. believe me.â
he huffs in faux protest, narrowing his eyes. but he gives in as quickly as he tried to argue, his cheek settling back to rest just where your heart beats, its steady beat lulling him into calm along with your gentle strokes along his nape.
jeongguk doesnât resist it, doesnât fight your love. accepts it as the purest form of closure he can get for himself, âhm. okay. i love you.â
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Reader being Beth Meadâs little sister & is dating Leah. Beth finding them in a compromising position/situation (shagging) đ¤Łđ¤Ł feel like this would make a funny story
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Beth has always been overprotective. Itâs in her nature, like her knack for nutmegging defenders or her inexplicable hatred of pineapple on pizza. Growing up, you couldnât so much as look at someone without Beth launching into her overbearing big-sister routine: âWhoâs that? What do they want? Do I need to have a word?â
So naturally, when you start dating Leah Williamsonâher teammate and captain of Englandâyou make a pact with her to keep it under wraps for a bit. Just until Beth gets used to the idea.
That was six months ago.
Which explains why youâre currently in Bethâs spare room, shirt on the floor, Leahâs hair sticking to her face, and your brain short-circuiting as the door slams open.
âWhat the actual fuck?â Bethâs voice slices through the air like a refereeâs whistle.
âBeth!â you shriek, scrambling for the duvet, which is already half-tangled around Leah.
âMead-o,â Leah starts, holding up her hands like sheâs negotiating a hostage situation, except sheâs also very much topless. âI can explainââ
âExplain what?!â Beth snaps, her face a mix of outrage and something dangerously close to amusement. âWhy youâre shagging my little sister in my house?â
âThis isnâtââ you start, but youâre not even sure where that sentence is going.
âThis isnât what?â Beth interrupts, arms crossed, one eyebrow arched in that infuriatingly smug way sheâs perfected over the years. âWhat it looks like? Because it looks like my friend is banging my sister on my spare bedâ
Leah winces. âDonât say âbangingââ
âSorry. Would you prefer I say âfornicatingâ? âGetting it onâ? âKnocking bootsâ?â
âBeth!â you yell, throwing a pillow at her, which she bats away with infuriating ease.
The room falls into a horrifically awkward silence. You can hear Leahâs breathing beside you, shallow and uneven, and somewhere in the distance, the hum of Bethâs washing machine hitting its spin cycle.
âHow long?â Beth finally asks, her tone softer now but no less accusatory.
âSix months,â Leah admits, sitting up and grabbing her shirt from the floor. âWe were going to tell youââ
âOh, were you?â Beth cuts her off, her voice dripping with sarcasm. âBefore or after I walked in on this absolute nightmare?â
âCan you not call my love life a nightmare?â you snap, pulling on your own hoodie.
âBaby, itâs her love life now too,â Leah mutters under her breath, which earns her a withering glare from Beth.
Beth sighs and pinches the bridge of her nose like sheâs trying to summon the strength not to kill either of you. âThis is mental. Fucking mentalâ
âBeth, come on,â you say, standing up and crossing the room to her. âItâs not like we planned for you to walk in on usâ
âOh, that makes it better, does it?â Beth fires back, but her tone is losing its edge.
Leah stands, hands stuffed in her pockets, looking more sheepish than youâve ever seen her. âBeth, look. I know this is⌠not ideal. But I love her. And I would never hurt her. You know thatâ
Beth stares at Leah for what feels like an eternity, then at you, then back at Leah. Finally, she sighs. âFine. But if I hear anythingââ
âYou wonât,â you both say in unison.
Beth shakes her head, muttering something about needing a drink, and leaves the room.
As the door closes, you collapse back onto the bed, groaning. âWell, that went wellâ
Leah snorts, climbing in beside you. âCouldâve been worseâ
âHow?â
âShe couldâve filmed it for blackmail.â
You shove her, but youâre laughing now, the tension broken.
Later, when youâre all sitting around the kitchen table, Beth pours herself a very large glass of wine and declares, âFor the record, I still think this is weirdâ
âNoted,â Leah says, raising her tea in mock salute.
âAnd donât think this means Iâm going easy on you at training,â Beth adds, pointing at Leah with a fork.
âWouldnât dream of it,â Leah replies, grinning.
And as deranged and mortifying as the whole thing was, you canât help but feel relieved. Because if Beth didnât truly care, she wouldnât be sitting here, threatening Leah with a fork.
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OUR THING | PAIGE BUECKERS
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Ëâ⧠paige bueckers x rivals!reader
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Ëâ⧠summary: you just can't come between them, they got their own thing.
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Ëâ⧠duayaps; in honor of 'whore anon'. ( i'm in my gracie abrams era ). enjoy.
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Ëâ⧠warning: 18+ , smut, degrading terms.
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"There is absolutely history there" Diana Taurasi said, you sighed closing your laptop. Another opinion you didn't need. Two days ago was one of the most intense games you've had in your college career.
Number 5 and you weren't exactly buddies with each other, once upon a time you were. In high school, you both were attached to the hip, best friends. At the end of Paige's senior year, you had grown a small crush on her. Of course you didn't dare act on it.
When Paige committed to Uconn, you were so happy for her. This is was just a step closer to her dream, a small part of you knew that her and you would have distanced between each other, but you never knew that that it would end with you and paige having no contact.
It just stopped slowly, she was getting distant and you assumed she was just busy.
But when you faced your first game as a rookie against Uconn, you got a rude awakening of how Paige was going to treat you for the next 4 years. No talking, like literally not even a glance from her. And if she was going to treat you like that, you would return her behavior.
Of course, after that, USC and Uconn had a lot of games after. So it became more intense, more aggressive. While you were guarding her, you got more fouls than you would ever get in normal games. And then she started trash talk, and while you knew she wanted a reaction out of you, you didnât give her one.
But after one hard hit on the floor, which led you to stepping out of the game, she talked to you normal , for the first time in 2 years.
âYou okay?â
âYeahâ
After that short conversation , you started getting confused. She was still the Paige from your freshman year, but now, when you would hit the floor, she was the first one to come to your aid and help you. Even when she was the reason you were down in the first place, she would place her hands on your waist and help you up.
This was weird, one minute youâre trash talking and pushing each other, and the next she was picking you up from the floor.
Of course, everybody wanted an answer. An answer that you didnât have, and you were sure that Paige didnât have one either. It was natural for Paige to help you. Almost like a reflex.
Two days ago, you stood on the Uconn court. An army of students chanting behind you, you could feel your nerves getting agitated, this one random guy kid would not stop yelling the most disrespectful things at you, you knew he was a fan in adrenaline but still. It started out small, which you didnât mind because that just motivated you more, but then it turned south. "you got nothing on us" , "can't even hoop" , "you can't play for shit" , âweâre too good for youâ , âget back in the kitchenâ .
You ignore him, in hopes that he would leave you alone, but nope. He didnât, just kept on going. While you finally tuned him out, you turned to your opponent. Paige was glaring daggers at you.
âbunnyâ She teased. You only returned her cold stare with one of your own. Her nickname was used to mock you, your soft and sensitive demeanor was known through college basketball. After Paige started calling you bunny, everyone did.
The game started, things were going okay, your team was only down by a couple points. Halfway through the game, you didnât her the annoying voice and let out a breath of relief. Thatâs beforeâŚâWhoreâ he screamed out.
You let out a frustrated sigh, before taking a few more steps away from him, but while you ignore him. Paige didnât, and she was pissed.
âWhat the fuck did you just say?â She stepped out of the court, the referee blew his whistle. Everybody was watching this exchange. But people were also watching you, and you stood there frozen, totally didn't expect this to happen. From the corner of your eye, you saw both teams coming your way, while Kk gripped Paige's elbow trying to get her away from the scene. Paige didn't budge, her angry eyes still laid on the guy.
"I said what the fuck did you just say to her?" She repeated again, the guy stood there, cheeks red by embarrassment, not a word out of him now. You felt yourself move to her, before gently tugging her elbow. She snapped her head to look at you, when she saw your worried face, she turned to the silent guy. "That's what i thought"
You, Paige and Kk returned to the court, you heard Paige behind you mutter "You okay?"
"Yeah" you whispered, nodding your head. After Paige explained the situation to both Geno and the referee, the guy was escorted out, and the game was back on.
Protective Paige was off and rival Paige was on, unfortunately.
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The game made headlines. It was all over tik tok before the game was even over, to the point that even Tana and Brooke talked about it. You tried to block out the videos, but they still showed up, it made you even more nervous. While you appreciated Paige sticking up for you, you knew that this was going to be on every press or media that you were going to be involved with.
Speaking of press.
"Paige, we heard a little argument that you had with one of your own fans in regard to a comment they made about your former teammate now rival Y/n, what was the comment ?"
"I'd rather not say, but former teammate or rival doesn't matter nobody deserves that kind of treatment and I just couldn't handle not saying something when i know that's not something that the team or Uconn stands for"
You re-watched that 15 second clip about 7 times before you turned your phone off. You admit , when you re-watched the game on your hotel rooms TV, it was kinda hot to see Paige sticking up for you. But you knew that the same similar treatment, your teammate experienced on your last game against Uconn, while it wasn't that degrading, you knew Paige heard, she was next to her.
So why did she continue to stick up for you? Why push me when you're gonna pick me back up? Why? Why? Why?
And forgot to mention, that people did notice that Paige didn't back off until you told her to. The whole 1 minute and 16 second exchange had been monitored and watched by millions in the span of 2 days.
"Her teammate couldn't get her on the court again until Y/n came and told her to let it go, like literally can't come between them, they have they're own thing, so cute tho biggest shipper of them..." You heard Brooke Schofield explain to her co host.
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"This is it" Juju said, removing her seat belt, you did the same. You were still in Storrs due to your flight being delayed so you and your best friend decided to make the most out of it. A bar was your first option,Teds looked cozy ,comfortable and small so you hoped it wasn't filled with people.
It was, Uconn students, to be more specific. When you and Juju first walked in, the first people you saw were the Uconn womens basketball team, great. While you tried to hide behind Jujus tall frame, Azzi Fudd was already making her way towards you, Paige trailing behind her.
"Hey, what are you guys doing here?" Azzi said, pulling you both into a hug, you heard a chuckle behind her. When you both pulled away from the hug, you heard Paige greet your teammate before turning towards you.
"Hey bunny"
"Hi"
You both stood there as your teammates were talking, Paiges eyes never left you. Even though you didn't look up from the floor, you could feel them from a miles away . When you finally got the courage to look at her, you saw a small smirk on her face. A cocky and confident one, it was your fault really, Paige knew she had this affect on you, and it made her want you more.
"Yeah were down" You heard Juju agree with Azzis invite, before the four of you made your way to the table, you told them you were going for a quick bathroom trip.
5 minutes later , the quick bathroom trip was turned into a quickie when Paige walked in and pushed against the wall while kissing you.
You felt yourself try to close your thighs, her hand slipped between them, stopping you. "Nah they stay open" you felt her say against your neck, her kisses started from your neck before she started making her way down your body.
When she made it her way to your pussy, you felt her place a teasing kiss on your inner thigh. "Paige please" you groaned, frustrated and gripped the bathroom sink.
"Please what princess?"
"Please... please..." you pleaded.
"Please wha-" she mocked you, the grip on your thighs tighten.
"Please lick my pussy" you cut her off. When you finally felt her tongue on you, you let out a breathless moan. She looked up at you, watching your expression, hearing your moans and when you finally looked down at her.
"Oh, oh" you moaned, her tongue now going fast and her kisses turned sloppy. Your hand was on her hair, your hand tightening on the hold.
"Yeah you like that?" she chuckled when you let out a groan, after having a taste of you, she was sure you were a drug, and she was addicted.
When she felt you arch your back, she sped up, her hand now rubbing your clit, you felt a pit form on your stomach.
"Oh P" the old nickname slipped out, Paige looked up at you, a small smile on her face.
"Cum for me baby" she commanded, her voice sent you over the edge, you let out a groan of pleasure, before feeling yourself release on her tongue.
After a long pause of you trying to regain your breath, she placed a small peck on your pussy before pulling your lace purple thong back up, not before placing another kiss on your inner thigh. As she appeared back to your face level, you couldn't help yourself and pulled her into a kiss. You felt her groan and smile against your lips. "I love how you get with me" . Your hair was a mess, you still couldnât regain your breath and your lips were swollen.
When you pulled back, you looked at each other, the next seconds were spent with you both looking at each other adoringly. You couldn't help but ask "Why did you do that?" the mystery waited to unveil itself.
"Because no ones going to mess with you, not when i'm there" Your heart melted. This was Paige, while she messed with you, no one else can. Simply, you were hers.
You both were aware that the both of you looked like a mess when you went out of the bathroom, but neither of you cared. This was your thing, no one else mattered.
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Aching legs that often told us itâs all worth it
About when you just win everything and you just want a hug
ă Barcelona Femini x Reader, Leah Williamson x Reader
ă word count: +2k
ă cras amet qui nunquam amavit; quique amavit cras amet [latin verse]: let the one love tomorrow who has never loved, and let the one who has loved love tomorrow
Itâd be hypocritical to say you have never imagined this moment, that you have never dreamt of this exact moment. Itâd be hypocritical to say that you have never, in the comfort of your bathroom, lifted a bottle of shampoo picturing this very trophy.
But no dream nor bottle of shampoo can remotely come close to how you feel when the referee blows the whistle three times, proclaiming your club the winner of the Champions League.
The legs, which just until a moment ago were close to giving up under the weight of an intense and stressful 90 minutes of running back and forth, suddenly sprint towards the centre of the pitch to join the Blaugrana bubble.
Screams and celebrations in more languages than you can recognise canât bother you as you know well enough youâre all saying the same thing, youâre all sharing and expressing the same joy.
âNon ci credo!â [I donât believe this!], Giulia jumps on your back without a care â the excitement to win such a big competition at such a young age fills you with pride.
What a bright future these kids have in front of them.
âCredici, itâs the first of manyâ
Youâre optimistic tonight, itâs the first Champions League for you too after all.
You carry her around the pitch for five good minutes, hugging and cheering with every single teammate you meet in your path. The Italian girl gets dragged away not long after to join the kidsâ groups.
You donât mind it too much, you feel too old to keep up with their endless energy anyway.
For the first time since the end of the game you find yourself looking around, looking for a blonde woman â probably hidden behind a ridiculous hat.
Itâs Keira who manages to catch your attention, screaming in that incomprehensible accent of hers right in your ears and dragging you towards the podium.
The trophy ceremony flies in a blur of cheers and confetti, despite your best attempts to savour every single minute of this incredible and historic win.
When, between pictures and out-of-key chants, a moment of apparent calm arrives, and you take advantage of it to look in the stands for your family.
At least the journey was not in vain this time.
The wrinkles around your momâs mouth are a clear sign sheâs been smiling for hours, the watery eyes of your father are the clearest expression of pride you will get from him. You hug them both for as long as they allow you, still reserving your biggest hug for your brother.
No sign of her yet.
âHere I was, thinking I couldnât be more proud of youâ.
You canât hold back your tears.
After all, heâs your biggest and longest supporter, cheering for you since you used to play with boys double your age and size.
âShut up and let me hug Andreaâ, you say, reaching for your excited nephew.
The attention the toddler gives you is long enough to admire your medal and to kick a couple of times towards the goal when you let him onto the pitch. As soon as he spots Claudia, recently declared his favourite player ever, he sprints in her direction to steal her from Patri. You let him be, thereâs Irene with the group of barely-grown-ups.
You donât hold back a laugh as you see MarĂa run out of nowhere, her flag secured in one hand and a contagious smile on her face. You canât wait to see her play again.
Then the sudden realisation youâre alone hits you hard. Youâre alone, not too far away from the middle of the pitch. As much alone someone can be in the middle of a Champions League final celebration, but alone nonetheless.
Around you, teammates and friends and families are gathered in different bubbles, jumping and cheering without much of a care. The stands are filled with Blaugrana colours, singing loud and proud.
For the first time today, you let yourself get carried away by the supportersâ passion, admiring every single corner of the stadium as the privileged spectator of your own story.
You just witnessed a moment in footballâs history.
Youâd cry if not for the fitted body that crushes into you unexpectedly, bringing you back to the green grass without much effort.
âLa poeta!â
âLa reina!â
You share with Alexia a hug way more intense and sentimental than what youâre used to. You let emotion overcome you one more time as the captain holds you firmly, large hands caressing your back and keeping you present.
Her eyes are as shining as her all self, this victory means so much more than the obvious for most of you.
âYou had to come in and score just like that, celebrate just like thatâ
âÂżQuĂŠ puedo decir?â [What can I say?], the blonde shrugs her shoulders, but after years of friendship you can tell when the fine line between being humble and being aware of your own greatness blurs.
Alexia holds your face between her hands, the smirk painted on her lips shifts slightly to a more serious smile.
âTe lo mereces, lo sabes?â [You know you deserve this, right?]
âWe all doâ
âNo, no, you deserve thisâ, she says firmly, addressing the elephant in the room dressed as the loan that last year broke your confidence.
You were there in Turin, it looked like a twist of fate to be away from Barcelona when they lifted the most beautiful trophy in Europeâs football.
This victory means more to you than what youâre willing to admit, even to yourself.
Thatâs one of the reasons why youâre still looking for her in the crowd.
âEnough with this mushy stuff, whereâs my favourite Putellas?â
âLo juro, si no dejas de hablar asĂ de mi hermanaââ [I swear, if you keep talking like this of my sisterâ]
âOh, I was talking about your mom, but now that weâre on itââ
The punch she throws on your arm is light, but the message is clear. You and Alba have too much fun provoking Alexia, who is way overprotective of the both of you to realise that the jokes are only aimed at annoying her.
Feeling called upon, the two women join you with huge smiles on their faces. Eli welcomes you with a motherly hug, somehow sensing the tension on your shoulders.
âÂżQuĂŠ es esa mala cara?â [Why the long face?]
âShe canât find her girlfriendâ
âÂĄAlba, callate!â
Alexia raises an eyebrow at her sisterâs quip, not happy to be let out about this.
She doesnât know about the situationship you find yourself in. Itâs not like you donât trust the blonde, you do. But youâre aware of the protective tendencies and, on top of everything, youâre a bit scared of the lecture about the importance of being honest with your feelings and all that shit.
Sheâs too emotionally mature now.
Luckily, Olga comes running to meet you, distracting the captain from any inquisitive question without much effort.
âYouâre disgustingâ, you say to Alexia, now used to her open smile and carefree attitude whenever her girlfriend is close enough to light up her usually stoic face.
âÂĄOy!â
âI wasnât talking about Olga, I like Olgaâ, you state, dropping an arm around Albaâs shoulder who immediately joins the joke, âYeah, lovesick Alexia is scaryâ
Eli has to intervene, still laughing at her daughterâs expense.
âTheyâre just jealousâ
Olgaâs right, you can hide it from everyone but yourself. Youâre definitely a little envious of the cute relationship and happiness that seem to follow your friend like a glowing shadow.
You want a love like that too.
Your gaze starts wandering around the pitch once again, hoping to find the person whoâs hunting your dreams and nightmares.
You know sheâs here, you overheard Keira talking about her before the game.
Sheâs just not here for you.
Quickly excusing yourself from the Putellasâ family, muttering something about looking for your nephew to relieve anyone who found themselves babysitting, you bid your goodbye.
Before you can get away Alexia hugs you one last time, letting you know youâre not escaping her questions.
You find Andrea easily, entertained as he runs around followed shortly by another child â Mapi.
âOh, wow, itâs like looking at your future!â, you teasingly nod at Ingrid, whoâs way too entranced by the scene.
The Norwegian just grins, holding you as she kisses your forehead, always amused about the height difference. Her silence is loud enough.
Another jolt of jealousy strikes your body, immediately subsided by the reassuring presence of the defender and the loving gaze reserved for the enthusiastic Spanish woman nearby.
You couldnât hate them even if you wanted to, theyâre too beautiful together and youâre too happy for them.
When your nephew finally notices you, he seems to remember you actually are his favourite person. He outruns MarĂa, literally jumping between your arms â risking falling on his face just once by tripping over the flag that one of your teammates must have tied around his neck like a cape.
âÂĄVisca Barça!â
âYour father supports Milanâ
âSer del Barça es el millor que hi ha!â, he states in an impressive Catalan.
âWho taught you that?â
The kid points at Aitana and Jana, both sporting a smug grin all over their faces as they greet you from close by. The latter is lucky youâre feeling merciful enough to not embarrass her in front of her girlfriend.
You can just shake your head and laugh about the situation.
âYou can give Keira Spanish lessonsâ, you say to Andrea as you position him comfortably on your shoulders.
You try to be subtle as you observe all the people on the pitch. If anyone asks, you are simply looking for your brother in the crowd of Blaugrana to return the child to its rightful owner.
Even if your brother is not a gorgeous footballer you canât get out of your mind.
Of course you find him in a conversation with Keira.
âTell me more about this high school suspensionâ, you hear the English midfielder ask.
âTell her absolutely nothing!â
The chat goes on for a few more minutes, youâre a little ashamed to admit that youâre not listening to a single word as you still look around.
Itâs your nephew who brings you back to reality, pulling you by the collar of your medal. You quickly bid your goodbyes to both of them, making sure you can meet again before they have to go back home and you have to be dragged into all the post-final engagements.
âYouâre hopelessâ
âWhat?â
âYouâre both unbelievableâ
âWhere is your girlfriend? Youâre bearable when Laura is aroundâ
âSheâs somewhere with your girlfriendâ
At her obvious taunt, your gaze still flies in all the directions your neck humanely allows.
You really are hopeless.
Keiraâs laugh is the final nail in the coffin, the only one amused about the situation.
Sheâs also the one who introduced you to the person you thought would just be a fun night out over a year ago, the person who turned out to be comforting and a constant thought.
The person who makes you realise midair youâre falling in love.
No strings attached though.
âGo to her!â
âSheâs not here for meâ
âDonât drag me in, you useless stubbornââ
The blonde has a point, you canât deny that the mutual friendship is the perfect excuse to find each other in the same places at the same time. The perfect opportunity to see each other again as much as possible without questioning the blurred line between an armless fuck and growing feelings.
Nights of fun soon turned into morning talks in the warmth of a hotel bed, then whole days spent exploring each otherâs lives.
If only one of you dares to admit wanting more.
âOhi, champ!â
As you hear her voice you never turn around so fast in your life, almost injuring yourself from the force with which you move. You donât even hear Keira bust out laughing at your side.
âHiâ
âCiaoâ
What a stupid smile you have on your face, just staring at each other a few steps away.
Youâre sweaty and tired from the match and the celebrations, pretty sure your hair is a mess and your legs are on the verge of giving up. Yet she thinks she has never seen you more beautiful.
âOh, for fuckâ sake, just kiss or whateverâ, Keira grabs you both by an arm when neither of you makes any sign of moving, impatiently pushing you closer to the other and leaving, muttering something youâre not sure you want to know.
âDonât run too far, you still have an interview in Catalan to doâ
You donât hear your friendâs response, you donât even see her finger up in the air. When Leah laughs every other sound and person fades into the background.
âCanât wait for that to happenâ
âYou and any other culĂŠsâ
A few more moments pass before the blonde adds, âI think congratulations are in orderâ, pointing to the medal you wear around your neck â suddenly heavier.
âThank youâ, you whisper, lowering your gaze and nervously turning the object over in your hands.
You donât need to see her, always hyper aware of her presence around you. You feel her approaching and enveloping you in a warm embrace, the hug youâve been waiting for all day.
You have to admit to yourself itâs the best youâve received today.
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la furia roja II Laia Codina x Reader
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warnings: injury, bleeding, a furious Laia
Laia was seeing red.
Helplessly she saw you going to the ground after the midfielder from the other team fouled her girlfriend. For a moment her whole world stood still for the brunette once the player realized you must be in a lot of pain.
It was an important game for Arsenal, they needed to win this to qualify for the next Champions League qualification round which the team didnât make it last year.
Under the strong floodlights, the Spanish defender noticed your head bleeding heavily.
Worried Laia called for you. âY/n!â
âSomeone needs to take a look at her.â, Kim said out loud, winking the medical team to your side.
While you could feel the warm blood dropping down your face.
âIâm fine, really.â, you tried to assure them.
âThis is so much blood.â, Mariona muttered standing next to Kim to shield you from the curious cameras who were keen to film such dramatic incidents.
âAnd whoâs fault was that?!â, Laia accused furiously the player who committed the foul against you.
âLaia, you need to calm down.â, you told her softly as the medical staff was guiding you carefully to the sideline.
âLaia, sheâs right. It was an accident.â, the Spanish midfielder remarked in a gentle tone.
âNo, she did that intentionally!â, your girlfriend claimed angrily, shaking off Marionaâs hand who had rested on her shoulder to soothe her nerves.
Meanwhile the adrenaline helped you with not feeling much of the pain that would be later. The team doctor bandaged your head to stop the bleeding effectively.
âOh, Iâll look ridiculous.â, you stated with a sigh.
âVery Alex Grennwood.â, Leah commented with an amused grin on her lips.
âTrue.â, you agreed smiling weakly.
âNo, from the way she complains about it, itâs more Alanna Kennedy.â, Steph observed.
âDoesnât matter theyâre both blonde, defenders and play for City, so they could be the same person.â, the second captain laughed.
Eagerly you waited until another interruption of the game happened to get back on the pitch.
Impatiently you returned to your position, turning your head to Mariona to ask her. âDid Laia really receive a yellow card now?â
âI tried but I couldnât stop her.â, the older woman replied.
âItâs fine, Mario.â, you responded, luckily it wasnât that long to play anymore anyway so that card didnât affect the game as badly.
âItâs not fine!â, Laia protested upset that you played your head injury down in front of your friends.
The goalkeeper from the opposition was still down, you put a hand on your girlfriendâs chest to put her worries at ease.
âLaia.â
âThat looked horrible.â, she confessed with a shaky voice, wrapping her arms around you protectively. A cool breeze came up, heralding the arrival of autumn and the end of summer.
âI know but I promise you it looked way worse than it actually was.â, you gave her your word, soothing the worried lines on her forehead.
Kim interrupted the two of you, clearly annoyed that you kept talking during the game: âCome on, girls. You can talk about that later, we have ten more minutes to go.â
âRight, vamos!â, Mariona agreed, clapping her hands for motivation.
Laia looked over at you, then nodded once: âOkay, letâs go.â
The last minutes of the game dragged out like viscously flowing honey. By the time the referee blew the final whistle, the bandage the doctors had wrapped around your head had come undone, sliding down over your left ear.
Still, neither this nor your head injury could keep you from celebrating moving on to the second round of the Champions League qualification. One more step and your dream would come true.
âNext round of CL qualification, here we come!â
You bounced on the balls of your feet with excitement while you hugged your teammates, a huge grin plastered on your face. At least until someones hands appeared on your shoulders, keeping you standing still.
Looking up, you met Laias eyes who studied your face with unusual sternness: âCalm down, no jumping.â
âSorry, it just feels so good after not making it last year.â, you apologized, not really sorry. You felt fine and wanted to enjoy this moment.
Your girlfriends eyes softened, knowing how badly you wanted to play UWCL: âYes, I know. ButâŚâ
âButâŚ?â, you asked, hoping she would complete her sentence.
âWe need to take care of your head now.â, she said and you wondered if that was what she actually wanted to say.
You sighed: âAfter thanking the fans, okay?â
âNo.â
âBut-â, you started but stopped yourself. You werenât even sure what you wanted to say. You just wanted her to finally stop worrying. The doctors had let you continue the game after all.
âStay here.â, Laia begged, her hand gently encircling your wrist.
With one last look at the fans cheering from the stands, you finally agreed: âFineâŚâ
âThanks. Now how do you feel?â, the Spanish defender asked, her features relaxing a bit more.
You thought about your answer for a moment. You didnât want to worry her but you also didnât want to lie.
âOkay, just a bit dizzy.â, you finally admitted. Maybe she was right and the celebrations had been a tad too much. But it was fine, you have had worse injuries in your career.
But of course Laias face turned into a frown, the worried line between her eyebrows making a reappearance. âAre you sure youâre okay? Do you want to sit down? Do you need water?â
You carefully shook your head, just in case the vertigo could worsen: âOnly want to go home nowâŚâ
âOkay. Weâll get our stuff and then weâll go home.â, she nodded in an earnest tone.
Cautiously you turned around to look into the eyes of your two friends, biting your lip guiltily. âWally, Mario, is it okay If we do the dinner another time soon?â
âOf course! Donât worry about it. Go home and rest.â, Lia replied, giving you a brief but comforting hug.
âThanks, you two are the sweetest.â, you answered, smiling at the couple in front of you.
âAnd maybe just maybe Laia can properly cool down. You should let her do an ice bath.â, Mariona teased the defender.
âHey! I was just worried about her.â, Laia defended herself.
âYeah, you were a furia on the pitch.â, the midfielder remembered chuckling.
âThatâs called being Spanish.â, your girlfriend shrugged.
âNah, youâre usually less aggressive.â, Mariona remarked.
âIt was about her, okay?â, the brunette responded passionately.
âOkay, but pretty sure everyone knows that sheâs your girl.â, the older woman commented amused.
âThey do now at least.â, Laia said with a proud grin on her lips.
âOh god, Laia, what have you done.â, you mumbled half seriously half-jokingly, hiding your face into her side.
âNothing.â, your girlfriend smiled innocently.
âSure, letâs go now we can deal with the fans tomorrow.â, you pulled her hoodie as you made your way to the front door.
âPlease.â Right before you left you waved your teammates goodbye, when you stepped outside into the dark of the night.
At home you were shaking your head slightly while your girlfriend was gathering all the things you could possibly need in this moment. âYou know that Iâm not that badly injured, right?â
âItâs a head injury after all.â, Laia disagreed whole-heartedly.
âYes, but you already took good care of me.â, you reminded her softly.
âAnd now I make sure you rest enough.â, she declared leading you to the bedroom you shared, the only light source on were the fairy lights wrapped around the top bedframe giving everything in itâs reach a soft glow.
âI do.â, you protested as you made yourself comfortable.
âI got you pillows, water and some snacks.â, your girlfriend listed.
âThanks, Laia.â, you kissed her cheek, hoping it transmitted the gratefulness you felt towards her.
âYouâre welcome, amor.â, Laia waved it off.
After she had joined you on the bed you glanced at her with a shy smile. âI could really need your hugs right now.â
Without another word the brunette pulled you into her strong arms, with closed eyes you inhaled your familiar, calming, fresh out of the shower scent.
âTheyâre the best.â, you hummed.
âBetter.â, she asked.
âYes.â You paused for a second before adding. âTe amo.â
âI love you too, amor.â, she whispered her voice thick with emotions.
No more words needed to be said that night. You could feel the love tonight you had for each other.
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Call Me âLoveâ | Leah Williamson x Reader
Thereâs a new viral trend on TikTok.Â
Itâs pretty simple. Not a dance trend or a catchy song to lip-sync to.
All you have to do is film your partnerâs reaction to you calling them by their real name. It often makes for some funny reactions from the partners who found themselves falling victim to this trend.
Perhaps for some couples, this wouldnât elicit much of a reaction, but you knew your girlfriend well enough to anticipate that her reaction would likely make it worth trying the trend.
Outside of your families, friends and teammates, Leah was what most people would probably describe asâŚprofessional. She had captained her national team into winning the euros not too long ago, and as a result, the increase in media attention and scrutiny made her more conscious of the kind of person she portrayed herself to be in front of the media.Â
On the pitch she was every bit a captainâ a true leader. Sheâs has determination, grit, and a competitive drive that can pull the team together until the final whistle. Leah was very vocal on the pitch and unafraid to call out the referees for bad calls. Sheâll get right up to their faces and stand her ground. Fans often joke online that they can hear her shouting from the stands.Â
To add to that, she was a damn good player too. Leah is a crucial player to her team for both club and country. Sheâs fluid on the pitch, and her confidence in her skills is reflected in the way she plays. Sheâll make risky but clean tackles, she can whip a wicked long ball, and she can score the odd goal when the opportunity lands on her head. Her confidence and skills can often leave people unnerved or in aweâ depending on who you ask.Â
It doesnât help that while your girlfriend has a pretty face, she can also look quite intimidating at times. Furrowed eyebrows, lips pressed together in a tight line, and blue eyes darker than usualâ all this combined is what you lovingly refer to as her classic âCaptain Williamson faceâ.
The increased media attention has made the defender slightly more closed off during captain duties. Gone was the goofy, smart-mouth girl who was more than happy to yap at the cameras during media day. Nowadays, she may come across as slightly aloof and distant at timesÂ
but that was only for the cameras.Â
With you, Leah was still the same girl you fell in love with. The girl with a wicked sense of humour and a dirty mouth that went along with it. When she was around familiar company, the girl often made the most outrageous remarksâ with jokes and quips that should not be repeated around those who canât understand her sense of humour.Â
Another surprising thing about the Arsenal defender and England captainâ she can get pretty clingy. Physical affection is one of your girlfriendâs love languages and you are always more than happy to indulge her whenever. Your mornings together start with kisses, and your day ends with kisses. The blonde always needs to be touching you at all times whenever you are aroundâ a hand on the hip, an arm over your shoulder, or a head on your lap. The intimidating captain they see on the pitch is definitely not the same girl that whines whenever you accidentally forget to give her a kiss before she leaves for training.Â
Even though she might try and deny it, your girlfriend was a romantic. She loved planning dates, wearing matching clothes, and the cheesy nicknames.
And thatâs why you were so excited to try out this new TikTok trend on her.Â
ââââââââââââââ
You situate your phone on the dinning table, fiddling around to make sure it is slightly hidden from view. You have it leaning against a vase which holds a charming bunch of tulips that the blonde had bought for you the other day. The back camera of your phone is pointed towards where your girlfriend usually sits during meals right across from you. The other decorative vase is what will hide your phone from the blonde, but is deliberately placed at an angle so your phoneâs camera can still capture her reaction.
You glance at it one more time, making sure the record button is on.Â
âDid you want extra parmesan on yours, baby?â You hear your girlfriend shout from the kitchen.Â
âYes, please!âÂ
You hear a âcoming right up, madam!â before you hear the sound of a drawer being pulled open and then shut.
Sheâs probably grabbed the cheese grater.Â
Soon the smell of savoury aromas reach you. You detect the earthy fragrance of garlic first. Then itâs the smell of onions sautĂŠd in olive oil, mingling with the sweet aroma of ripe tomatoes. The scent of freshly chopped herbsâ probably basil and oreganoâ adds a refreshing note in the air, while the unmistakable aroma of Parmesan cheese grating fills the air with a hint of nuttiness. Itâs a familiar and comforting aroma simply because itâs the smell of the one and only dish that your girlfriend can successfully cook without setting the kitchen on fire. Not a moment later, Leah appears with a plate on each hand and a grin on her pretty face.Â
And a smudge of red pasta sauce on her shirt.Â
Mean, scary captain, my ass.Â
Dressed in an oversized white T-shirt with the sleeves rolled up, grey Nike sweatpants, and her favourite fuzzy house slippers; your girlfriend is the least intimidating person in the world right now.Â
She walks the short distance to your spot at the dinning table, placing a plate down in front of you. You eye the dish in front of youâ the only recipe perfected by your girlfriend. The blonde canât make scrambled eggs rightâ they will either be too soggy or practically burntâ but she can make the dish that has become a comfort food of sorts since you started dating her.Â
You hear a throat clear from beside you. Leah is still standing, her other hand still holding her own plate. âDoesnât the chef get a kiss?âÂ
âUhhâ I donât think my girlfriend would like thatâ You grin up at her. With her blonde hair tied in a loose low bun, she looks a lot more relaxed then when she first came home earlier after training.
âBaby, give me a kiss before I burn my fingers off from holding this hot plateâÂ
You roll your eyes playfully, before squealing at the ticklish poke given to your side.Â
âOi! Donât act like itâs a chore to give your girlfriend a kiss when she rightfully deserves itâ
You stand up from your seat slightly, reaching up to grab the side of the blondeâs neck to pull her closer and press a sweet kiss to her lips. âThank you for dinner, chefâÂ
The smile that spreads across Leahâs face is one you would like to bottle up and keep close forever.Â
âPleasure is all mine, madamâ And then her lips meet yours again, this time with a lingering bite on your lower lip just before she pulls back.Â
You almost forget about the video.
Once the defender was seated in her own chair, you both dug into your dinner.Â
ââŚhow is it?â Itâs sometimes still striking to you that Englandâs fierce defender is the same shy girl in front of you, just waiting for you to compliment her on her cooking.Â
âThatâs bloody delicious that!â You raise a hand up for a high-five and your girlfriendâs palm meets yours in a satisfying smack. Before she call pull her hand away, you grab hold of it, giving it a loud kiss. The bashful giggle that comes out from the blonde almost makes you regret the prank you were about to pull on her.Â
Almost.Â
You decided to let the blonde get a few bites of her dinner, not wanting to start too early otherwise she will figure out that something was up. But now it was time.Â
You bring your napkin up to wipe at your mouth to disguise the grin that was already growing on your face, mentally prepping yourself one last time. You swallow your last forkful of pasta and clear your throat to get your girlfriendâs attention. Immediately, in the middle of scoping of bite of pasta into her mouth, the blonde looks up and all her attention is on you.
âDo we still have more parmesan, Leah?âÂ
The look she gave you was almost comical. Her mouth immediately drops into a small frown and her eyebrows furrow, a wrinkle appearing on her forehead. You itch to remind her not to frown but you cannot break character now.Â
She swallows her mouthful, a frown still present on her face. âWhat?âÂ
âI said I want more parmesanââÂ
The arsenal defender picks up her napkin, wiping at her mouth, before balling it in her fist and dropping it by her plate. You nearly smile at the sight. Leah is the type to always neatly fold her napkinâ an endearing habit you have grown to mirror over the past couple of months of dating her. She is clearly annoyed. âExcuse me?â
âSorryâ can I pleaseee have more Parmesan, LeahâÂ
She narrows her eyes at you from across the table. âDonât do thatâÂ
âDo what?âÂ
âDonât call me Leah. You never do thatâÂ
âYes I doâÂ
âOnly when youâre mad at meâ That was true. You only ever called Leah by her first name when you were mad or annoyed at her. It was usually the first telltale sign that you were about to start an argument. You loved that she knew you so well and mentally reminded yourself to reward her for that later.Â
âYou only call me âloveâ or âbabyâ. Donât call me Leahâ You nearly laugh at how she spits her own name out at the end, as if it was a cursed word. You couldnât wait to watch the footage back.Â
âBut Leah is your nameâÂ
âNot to youâ
You compose yourself, wanting to drag this prank for as long as possible, and raise an eyebrow at her. âWhat if I want to?âÂ
âNo you donât.â You almost laugh at how genuinely frazzled she looks. Hair a mess, loose strands falling out from her bun and framing the sides of her face. The slight pout on her lips contrasts the stern tone she tries to take on.Â
At your eyebrow raise and your lack of verbal response, her fork clatters onto her plate. Sheâs serious now. âBaby, what the fuck are you on aboutâ
But you were having too much fun to stop now. âNothing. Now will you please go grab the Parmesan, LeahâÂ
âNo.â The defender crosses her arms across her chest, leans back and slouches in her chair. A familiar look of determination on her face, so similar to the face she makes whenever sheâs marking a difficult opponent on the pitch; however this time her opponent is you. âNot until you call me what you really call meâÂ
âDickhead?âÂ
âOi! Donât be crass at the tableâÂ
You roll your eyes for extra flair. âYouâre being ridiculousââ
âMe!? Youâre the one addressing your own girlfriend by her government name, mateâÂ
You stand up from your chair, ready to walk to the kitchen and grab the damn parmesan yourself, but you are stopped by an arm around your waist pulling you into your girlfriendâs lap. You right yourself, sitting sideways with your arm over her shoulders.Â
She wraps an arm around your waist with one hand gripping your thighs to steady you. You nearly break once you look up and catch sight of the pout on the defenderâs face.Â
âAre you mad at me?â Her tone softens. Itâs the same tone she uses whenever sheâs feeling particularly clingy, so different from the tone she uses when she adorns the captainâs armband on the pitch.Â
âBabyyyâ When you donât reply Leah grabs your cheeks, gently squishing them together so your lips are forced into a pout. She leans up and places a smacking kiss on your pouting lips, frowning slightly when you donât react at all. âHey! Are you actually mad or something? Tell me what I did wrong so I can fix itâÂ
Determined as ever, the blonde grabs your cheeks again with a hand on your jaw and pecks your lips a few times, drawing back slightly to gauge your reaction after every peck. When you once again give her nothing, an eye roll is your only warning before you feel a sudden, but very sharp, bite to the side of your neck.
âOuch, love!â
âAha! Iâve got ya!â You bring a hand up to feel the stinging bite on your neck, and your fingers graze the teeth marks left by your very own girlfriend.Â
âThat bloody hurt!â You try to scowl at the blonde but itâs kind of hard to do when you see the big grin sheâs currently sporting. You do nothing to stop your lips from curling upwards into a smile.Â
âCan you please go back to calling me âloveââ pleaseâ Leah pleaded, the âeâ whiny and prolonged.Â
Sheâs so bloody cute.Â
âYeah. I think Iâve had my fun. Prankâs over!â
âWhaâ prank?!â
You point at your phone that was still propped up against the vase, just slightly hidden from her view but now the sole focus of her attention.Â
You squealed at the pinch to your waist. âDonât ever call me Leah unless youâre mad at me. I only respond to âloveâ"
âYeah? What about âCaptainâ?â
âBaby, you know exactly what happens when you call me âCaptainââ You barely had time to react to her words because the next thing you know, your girlfriend has you in a fireman carry and was walking down the hallway towards your shared bedroom. You playfully attempt to wiggle out of her strong hold, and is awarded by a sharp slap to your ass to still you.Â
âYou know what, I think itâs time for dessert, babyâ
This was supposed to be up for Valentines Day yesterday lol but I forgot to schedule it.
Even if you don't choose to celebrate Valentine's Day, I hope you had a great day yesterday. Don't forget to take advantage of the heavily discounted Valentine's Day gift sets and chocolates.
Please accept this short fic as a token of my love and appreciation for you
-- kisses (and an extra kiss because it was Valentine's Day), butter.
*This work is my original creation. Please donât copy, share, or translate it without asking for my permission first. Thanks for respecting that!
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relax (hwang hyunjin x fem!reader)
nerd!hyunjin x cheerleader!reader, secret relationship, heavy make out, suggestive at the end; 1.8k words
authorâs note: alrighty so it may not be my best work, but i love love love the idea and i hope youâll at least like it a little bit lol anyway enjoy and remember that feedback and reblogs are highly appreciatedđŤśđ˝
06:47 PMÂ
you: meet me in the locker room after the match
you: donât be late~Â
hyunjinâs phone buzzed as he sat uncomfortably between other students in the stands, praying that the match wouldn't take too long. it was hot and crowded and hyunjin was wondering how people could go to matches every week or so and actually enjoy it. he didnât want to be there, wishing to disappear or teleport to his room, but he knew he had to endure in order to see you. he missed you - not that he hadnât seen you the same day in the hallway, but what good is it for him to see you if he couldn't even talk to you?Â
the loud sound of the whistle snapped him out of his reverie. the other students started cheering loudly, whistling and shouting when the match started and hyunjin didnât know what to do - was he supposed to cheer as well? or maybe boo the opposing team? he was completely lost. in this whole confusion, hyunjin tried to find you on the pitch. he noticed a few other cheerleaders before the match, but there was no trace of you. what if you werenât even performing that day and he was sitting there for nothing?Â
the cheerleaders started their chant as the first point was scored and it was only then when hyunjin stood up and finally noticed you. you looked ethereal - your hair bounced with every movement and the cheerleader outfit you were wearing made his head spin. he sighed dreamily - you were absolutely beautiful and he couldnât get over how it was him who could kiss you and hold your hand and call you his. well, not entirely.
it was hyunjinâs idea to keep your relationship a secret. as he watched you in the hallway, always surrounded by handsome jocks and plenty of your cheerleader friends, he felt small, almost nonexistent. was he even worth being near you? he felt sick at the mere thought of people seeing you together and he didnât want to embarrass you in front of your friends. did he feel good about the whole secret relationship thing though? absolutely not, but you assured him plenty of times that youâre willing to wait as long as he needed to finally reveal yourselves. he trusted you, so he just let himself enjoy the moment.Â
hyunjin adjusted his glasses as another point was scored. he was bouncing his leg nervously, waiting impatiently for the referee to announce the end of the match. it was getting late and hyunjin wasnât satisfied with only looking at you from a distance - he needed to be closer.Â
ââ ࣪Ë ࣪ ⚠࣪ Ë ââ
you breathed a sigh of relief when the match was over, smiling at the team and congratulating them.Â
âgreat job, boys,â you let out, trying to quickly head to the locker room. however, one of the players had a different plan and wrapped his arm around your waist. you stopped in your tracks, freezing uncomfortably.Â
âiâm hosting a party tonight, wanna come?â he asked, his lips too close to your ear for your liking. you smiled faintly, trying to break free from his grip.Â
âiâd love to, but i canât tonight, sorry,â you said in an apologetic tone, but he didnât seem to buy your lame excuse. he removed his hand anyway and ran to the rest of his team, leaving you alone without a word. the rest of your cheerleader team went with the boys as well, laughing at their jokes and drooling over their athletic bodies. you scoffed, but paid no further attention to it as you sprinted to the locker room to get there on time.Â
the room was dark when you entered it, a shiver going down your spine as you closed the door behind you. you hoped hyunjin didnât forget or worse - didnât change his mind.Â
from the very beginning you were completely infatuated by hyunjin, his talent for drawing and loser-like personality. he may have been clumsy and a bit scatterbrained, but it was exactly what made him, well, him. you tried to persuade him to let go and be open about your relationship, but he was adamant on keeping it secret. it made you a little sad, of course, but you accepted his decision regardless. in fact, if you thought about it, you kind of liked hiding in closets and stealing kisses when no one was looking.Â
a sudden tug on the doorknob brought you out of your thoughts. you opened the door and saw breathless hyunjin barely standing. you grabbed his shirt and dragged him inside, smiling sheepishly.Â
âwhat took you so long?â you whispered loudly, locking the door and scanning his figure. he raised his finger, taking a moment to regulate his breathing.Â
âi tried to avoid the crowd and, um⌠got lost,â hyunjin mumbled with rosy cheeks, nervously scratching the back of his neck. you giggled, taking a step in his direction and adjusting the crooked glasses on his nose. he brought his arms to your hips - a habit you taught him. he was staring at you with wide eyes and suddenly the air in the room thickened.Â
âwhy are you looking at me like that?âÂ
âyou looked really pretty today. i kinda wanted to paint you,â he whispered with rosy cheeks, his gaze wandering back and forth between your eyes and your lips. you smiled at his words, feeling as your face got warmer. you were sure he was so gonna paint you after today.
âgo on,â you said, your voice barely above the whisper. âi know you wanna kiss me.â hyunjin blinked a few times, his brain going haywire. although he had kissed you plenty of times before, usually it was you who initiated it, not him.
he leaned a bit closer, his breath speeding up as you placed your hand on his cheek. he hesitated when he felt your hot breath on his face, but one look from you dispelled his worries and he placed a sloppy kiss on your lips. his moves were uncoordinated, almost random, and you quickly started to get impatient, but decided to let him take control for now. he has to learn, you thought to yourself.
your hands wandered all over his chest and face as he slowly but gradually deepened the kiss, making your head spin a little. his grip on your hips tightened and you were going feral.Â
âhyune,â you breathed out, pointing to the shelf standing against the wall. even in his state he managed to drag you there and awkwardly helped you to sit on it. you brought your hand to his hair, tugging at it slightly and earning a quiet groan from him.Â
âshit,â hyunjin muttered as his glasses tilted on his nose again. he tried to fix them, but you grabbed his hand, bringing it to your neck instead.Â
âleave them be,â you said, parting your legs so hyunjin could stand closer to you. he yelped as you dragged him between them, the feeling of your thighs trapping him made his brain malfunction.Â
after what felt like eternity you broke the kiss to catch your breath. hyunjinâs cheeks were as red as a tomato and you laughed at his state. he looked drunk, his tilted glasses only added to the impression.Â
âwhat?â he asked dumbfounded, looking around.Â
ânothing, just-â you reached out to adjust his glasses. âthere. you looked funny.â hyunjin pouted at your words and you smiled. you felt giddy when you looked at him and you never wanted the feeling to go away.Â
âbut you told me to leave them like thatâŚâ you giggled at his reaction, a pleasant warmth spreading in your chest.
the comfortable silence settled between you two as hyunjin intently scanned your face, taking in every detail for the millionth time. your gaze wandered after his, his brown eyes observing your features like a curious child taking in the wonders of the world.Â
âwho was that guy you talked to after the match?â he suddenly blurted out and it took you off guard. your face twisted in confusion as you tried to recall the situation. oh.
âit was one of the teammates. he hosted a party tonight and tried to persuade me to go,â you explained, wrapping your arms around his neck.
âoh,â he let out. âokay. do you⌠do you like him?â
âhyune, are you jealous?â he dropped his head - suddenly your shoes were way more interesting than your face. âhey, look at me,â you ordered him softly but firmly, placing a finger under his chin.Â
âsorry.â
you shook your head. âyou have nothing to apologise for, okay? iâm sorry that it made you jealous.â hyunjin nodded at your words, a sudden wave of guilt overflowing his senses. âif it makes you feel better, he is a complete asshole. and i donât like him,â you laughed and he smiled faintly, straightening his back. ânow, where were we?âÂ
you leaned forward and captured his lips in a passionate kiss, your tongue asking for entrance, which made hyunjinâs knees buck under him. he grabbed your shoulders, but you only ran your hand over his back in a soothing manner. though scared, hyunjin let your tongue in - it was sloppy and uncoordinated, because even if it was you who led the kiss, he still felt like a lost child in the wilderness.Â
ârelax,â you mumbled into his mouth as you sensed his fear. iâm trying, he wanted to say, but he only let out a small whimper, dropping his arms to rest on your hips. with all his might he forced him to cool off. relax, hyunjin, he repeated in his head over and over again and he didnât even notice when his tongue started to move with yours in unison.Â
âi missed you,â you suddenly uttered, breaking the kiss. hyunjin looked at you with wide eyes.Â
âreally?â he asked and you giggled.Â
âof course, dummy. why are you surprised?â you tilted your head. âarenât my kisses enough proof?â you teased, placing your hands on his chest. his heart was pounding, all because of you.
hyunjin shrugged his shoulders, his breathing speeding up. âno! no, itâs not that, i just⌠i dunno, iâm- iâm scared that this-â he moved his hand between your bodies. â-is just a dream. and i donât wanna wake up.â oh. you looked him straight in the eyes.
âyou know iâm serious when i say i like you, right?â you asked hesitantly, taking his hand in yours. it was sweaty from all the tension. you rubbed his palm with your thumb to calm him down.Â
hyunjin looked at you with a puzzled expression. ây-yeah, i know,â he said with a shaky voice. you placed a feather-like kiss to his cheek, then another one, going down to his jaw and neck, peppering him with soft pecks - a sealing of your words. he melted under your touch, his eyes wide open as he stared into the wall behind you, unable to move. âhey, you know what? iâm kinda hungry,â you said suddenly, bringing hyunjin back to you. he let out a small hm? and you spoke again with a smirk plastered on your face. âwanna eat some ramen with me?â
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EURO FINAL - LANDO NORRIS
summary: you go to the euro final with your boyfriend
warnings: fluff and smut
Lando and I were arriving at the Olympiastadion in Berlin for the final of Euro 2024. Lando was obviously cheering for England, the country where he was born and raised, while I was cheering for Spain, my second home.
âOur seats are 12 and 13â I nod and start looking for our seats. I walk down a few rows and finally find the two unoccupied seats.
âLan, over here. Got itâ Lando walks over to me and we sit down in our seats. We watch the players train until they finally go inside to prepare for the game.
âIf England win, you sleep on the sofa.â Lando looks at me with confusion and arched eyebrows.
âWhy? I'm not the one playing for England to winâ I shake my shoulders and look to the front where some people are starting to dance
âBut you're going to sleep on the sofa anywayâ He lets out a low laugh and looks ahead like me, watching the show until the players from both teams start to enter the field. We started clapping and then stood up for the anthems. For the next 45 minutes, we watched the game with a few shouts and sighs until half-time, when it was still 0:0.
âI'm going to the bar to get something to drink, do you want anything?â I hear Lando's voice as I watch the players leave for the changing rooms.
âHm, yes. A pineapple juice please. Do you want me to go with you?â He shakes his head negatively and leaves a quick peck on my lips.
âNo need beautiful, I'll be right back with your drinkâ Lando goes to the bar while I stay on my cell phone. Two girls come up to me and ask for some photos and I smile and accept. Lando arrives and sits down next to me, sipping his drink.
âAm I really going to have to sleep on the sofa if Spain lose?â A smile grew on my face as I sipped my juice
âI don't know, I'll think about it. Pierre had to sleep on the sofa when France eliminated Portugal.â Lando's eyes widen and he looks at me. He stays silent for a few seconds and then looks at me again.
âReally?â I nod and take another sip of my drink, even though I don't know if it's true or not, I decide to say it.
â Really.â The second half begins and in the first few minutes, Spain scores a goal, causing me to get up from my chair and Lando to let out a sigh.
âAH, Spain is winningâ He looks at me with his face closed and his jaw clenched.
âYes, I saw itâ I sit back in my chair and smile until England score a goal a few minutes later. I roll my eyes as Lando celebrates the goal. He sits back in the chair next to me and puts his hand on my leg as I cross my arms over my chest
âIt's the same nowâ He smiles and I continue with my face closed and my arms against my chest.
âI don't like youâ He lets out a laugh and squeezes my leg.
âI love you tooâ The game continues and Spain score a goal in the last minutes of the game. When the referee blows the final whistle, I jump out of my chair, shouting happily. Lando, even though his team has lost, looks at me with a smile on his face.
âWhat?â I ask as he continues to smile at me
âI don't care if my country lost, I like to see you happy.â I let out a laugh and kiss Lando on the cheek.
âYou're going to sleep on the sofa anyway,â he rolls his eyes and my smile grows. After the celebrations and me making Lando stay in the stadium to watch the players lift the cup, we get in the car to go to the hotel.
When we get to our hotel room, I quickly take off the jacket Lando lent me and put it on the back of the chair.
âDo you want to take a shower?â he asks as he approaches me, making me feel his warm breath on my ear and his hands on my hips, which makes me smile. I turn to Lando and wrap my arms around his neck
âNot now. I want to do something firstâ Lando smiles and gently removes my Spain T-shirt. He throws the fabric on the floor and pushes me lightly onto the bed, then gets on top of me and carefully runs his hands over my body.
âWhat do you want to do, baby?â Lando smirks and unzips my pants, while I take my hands in his, pulling his boxers and jeans down to his knees.
âI want you,â I whisper before joining my mouth to his, then starting to run my hands down his shirt, trying to pull it up. Lando lets out a laugh and stands up a little, starting to undo the buttons. He finally throws his shirt on the floor and brings our mouths together again
He runs one of his hands down my leg and ends up on my thigh. I move my hips, wanting more friction, but Lando holds my waist, not letting me move. He reaches his fingers down to the fabric of my panties and pulls them down my legs, tossing them in the same place as his shirt and my t-shirt.
âAs beautiful as ever babygirlâ Lando whispers against my skin and seconds later I let out a loud moan, feeling his mouth between my legs. His tongue dances across my pussy and I try to move my waist, but he wraps his hands around my stomach, holding me down.
âLan...baby, please,â I beg Lando as I feel his tongue slip in and out of me. He lets out a few grunts against my core and I let more moans escape my mouth. He puts his thumb on my clitoris playing with me as he pulls his mouth away from me a little.
âCome on baby, I want you to cum,â he whispers before putting his mouth on me again, feeling a tremor run through my legs and my orgasm hit me.
âThat's it babyâ He stands up and completely removes his pants and boxers. Lando lies back on top of me and runs the tip of his cock over my lips and clitoris.
âLan, please...I need you,â I sigh and close my eyes as he enters me in one thrust.
âFuck baby... I won't last longâ He puts his head between my neck and starts thrusting rapidly into me. I grab his back and dig my nails into his skin. I scream out Lando's name, wrapping my legs around his waist.
Lando starts leaving kisses on my neck and running his hand down my body, squeezing whatever he can. My fingers curl in his curls and I let out one last cry before of reaching my orgasm. Lando let his thrusts get stronger and faster as he let out several grunts
âBaby... I'm going to cum inside youâ I bite my lips through the overstimulation and nod. I feel the ropes of Lando's cum inside me, making me let out a few more moans.
After a few seconds, he pulls out of me and gets up to go to the bathroom. He comes back with a towel and wipes me down my thighs and between my legs. A few minutes later, he lies down next to me and takes a deep breath, smiling.
âSpain may have won the Euro, but I won today too.â I let out a laugh and turn over on my stomach, resting my head on his chest.
âYou always win when you're with meâ
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Bang, Bang.
Hi guys!
So this is from this request and it won't be an happy one. It might contain some medical things who aren't right, but I'm not a doctor even if I made some research to write something logical.
Please enjoy and thanks again dear anon for your perfect request âĽ
Also no proofreading for now, sorry!
TW : Fight between lover, gun, shooting, bleeding, hospital, coma, sadness and a lot of angst.
Championâs league finale. You are playing with your team against Barcelona and more specifically your girlfriendâs team. The Spanish are looking for another cup to continue to break all the records, but your team is very motivated to stop them. It would be the first Cup for your club and for you, too. Itâs not ideal playing against your girlfriend honestly, but you knew when you start dating that it was a risk to take.
Alexia and you are together for more than two years now, your forever crush becoming reality at a point during the Euro and when Alexia did her ACL. Itâs not easy being away from your girlfriend, even if you are playing in Manchester city with some of your national teammates and friends (Laia Aleixandri and Leila Ouahabi).
The game is tough, at the end of the ninety minutes, each team has scored two goals. At the 93 minutes, you manage to take the best on the defender who is marking you, using your full speed after having received a very good pass from Laia. You can hear the crowd screaming, Cityâs fans encouraging you while Barcelonaâs fans are booing. But when you are facing the keeper, you shut everything and send a cannonball in the upper corner of the net. The keeper canât do anything.
You donât have time to register that you just scored 1 minute before the end of the adding time, your teammates tackling you on the ground. This is a mix of jersey, hair, hug and pat on the head for several seconds, before the referee ask you to go back to your position to start the game again.
She made you play two minutes more to catch up the time you lost while celebrating, but Barcelona donât score. Then the whistle resonate in the stadium and you just won the UEFA Champions League. Not knowing how to react, you stay still for many seconds, before someone jump on your back to train you in a group hug.
You donât stay a long time though, you want to check on Alexia. You easily find your girlfriend sitting on the ground, her jaw clenched. There is no one around her, so you chose to go to see her. You promised each other that you wonât be resentful to the other, whatever the ending of this game is.
So you think nothing more than being a recomfort to your girlfriend when you arrive next to her.
âHiâ you say softly.
You donât know if Alexia realized your presence before you talk, but the eyes she lays on you arenât really friendly. But you decide not to stress about it, kneeling next to her to put a comforting hand on her arm.
âYou played very well. Iâm so proud of you for the way you leaded your team. And this goal was something else.â
You smile, referring to the second goal, a real banger from Alexia. She doesnât answer anything, so you just continue talking.
âYou can be proud of yourself too, you know? You did everything you could and gave all you could. Itâs ââ
âCan you please shut the fuck up?â
Alexia doesnât look at you when she cuts you, but you can tell how angry she is just with the tone of her voice. You are surprised enough to stay quiet and she continues.
âDonât act like you have all the merits on this win. Your team is lucky that some girls are injured and that we donât have our usual team playing tonight. If we had all the players, we would have crush you. Donât take your win for what itâs not. You are just lucky, this has nothing to do with talent.â
Well, you didnât expect that. Alexia has always been supportive of you, but more generally she always has been respectful and fair play to her opponents. You realize that there is Leila and Patri standing behind you when Alexia gets up to go somewhere else.
âAlexia.â Patri says in a tone of reproach.
But your girlfriend doesnât answer anything, still walking to the Barcelonaâs bench. You can only look at her leaving, stunned by her reaction. You take Leilaâs hand who helps you to get up.
âDonât listen to herâ Patri says before hugging you. âYou were amazing.â
âThank youâ you mumble.
Leila hugs you tightly too, not without looking at Alexia with reproach too. After that, the ceremony has a bitter taste for you, to be honest. It canât be seen on picture, you are smiling between Alanna Kennedy and Laia, raising the cup or kissing it. Or being kissed on the head by Laia.
But in reality, you just want to talk to your girlfriend. She didnât look at you when she passed between the two lines of your team when she goes to take her silver medals. And then she just went to the locker room, not even watching you raise the cup. It hurts, as much as her words did.
But you try to be understanding, you know how bad your girlfriend deal with the idea of losing anything, probably taking all the mistakes on herself. You manage to catch her, hair down and wet, before she leaves with her teammates to take the bus to go back to her hotel.
âAlexia!â you call her.
You donât see her sigh and roll her eyes, which is good otherwise you probably will be hurt a little more. She was walking with Irene and Ona and turn around to look at you. You already talked with the two others after the game, so you smile back at them when they smile to you before leaving both of you.
âWhat do you want?â Alexia says harshly.
You are a little stunned, by the tone of her voice and the question. But you donât say anything, trying to ignore the strange feeling in your stomach. Alexia never talked to you that way. You almost never fought since you are together.
âTalk to you? Can we at least have some minutes together?â
There is a moment of silence.
âNo. I donât want to talk or see you right now.â
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The celebrations are strange after that. You make all the efforts you can to keep a smile on your face and not ruin your teammateâs joy. Alanna and Leila are looking at you with intensity and youâre pretty sure that Leila told to Alanna what happened between you and Alexia. But you manage to keep them away from you enough to be able to leave as soon as Kerstin.
You tried several times to call Ale when you go back to your hotel, but she doesnât answer. You prefer to think that sheâs asleep and not ignoring you. You send her a message after that, hopping to have an answer during the night or in the morning.
You didnât.
The morning after, when you wake up, you realize that there is no message from Alexia. Your social media are full of notifications but nothing from your girlfriend. You havenât post anything either, not wanting to upset your girlfriend even more.
You were supposed to stay in Paris, where the finale was played, together for two days before going back to Barcelona. But with Alexia not giving you any news, you are really scared that she chose to go back to Barcelona without you.
After reading the list of your friends in the Barcelonaâs team, you chose to try to call Ona. You canât help but smirk when you hear Lucyâs voice instead of the Spaniard. But your friend comes several seconds after, and you are finally able to ask if she has news from Alexia.
You are relieved to learn that sheâs still in Paris, and even more when Ona accepts to make you sneak in the hotel. Your plan is to go buy some flowers and chocolate for your girlfriend; this is her guilty pleasure. You discovered that during the first weeks of dating her.
After some research, you chose the best chocolate shop around your hotel and go to it to buy some. You take some time to select them, being sure that Alexia will enjoy every single one of them. When you are happy with it, you pay the box but add a cute white teddy bear sitting next to the cashier. No one seems to recognize you, which you are glad for. Like this you can take all the time you want.
You decide to walk to go to the florist, situated between the chocolate shop and Alexiaâs hotel. The weather is great, sunny but not too hot. Itâs still hotter than Manchester though.
The florist is very nice, and you look around while sheâs serving other people who were already here when you arrived, right now itâs a family with a small girl smiling at you. You love the smell in here. The roses are amazing, and you ask the florist something with red roses in it. You look at her ease to make a wonderful bouquet with amazement.
âTout le monde les mains en lâair !â
You hear the shout before you see the man, but the sweet floristâs face is suddenly very white. You donât understand what was told, so you turn around to look what is happening.
There is a man with his face hidden behind a mask who is pointing a gun in your direction. You are glad that the family with the cute toddler left.
âA genoux!â
You donât understand and you have to look around to know what heâs asking. The other raised their arms and are now kneeling, while you are still standing without moving.
That seems to make the man very mad. When you turn your eyes to him once again, he says something that might be a swear word. Then there is a sound of gunfire and the pain you feel is worst than anything you felt in your life.
You hit your head hard on the ground and suddenly the people around are screaming, but you donât understand why. They are talking in French, and you have trouble to understand anything. It seems to you that the man got the money he wanted before leaving. The rush in your ears is very unpleasant and when you look at your chest, you realize that there is a big, red spot on your white shirt.
Suddenly there is a woman kneeling next to you, grabbing your face to make you look at her. Itâs the florist.
âHey! We called the ambulance, they are coming, ok? Stay awake, please.â
âI need to call Alexiaâ you breath, while taking your phone from your pocket.
âOK. Iâll press something on your stomach to stop the bleeding, ok?â
You just nod. Your hands are shaking while you open your phone, and your vision is blur when you look for your girlfriendâs number. Itâs not hard to find though, sheâs on the top of your list. You let the phone ring for several longs minutes before accepting the fact that Alexia wonât answer.
âSheâs maybe still asleepâ the girl points.
âNoâ you whisper shakily. âSheâs mad at me. Those were supposed to be gifts for herâ
âIâm sure sheâll love itâ
You start to have trouble to breath. You close your eyes and try to take a big breath. You start to feel anxious too. Are you going to die without having heard your girlfriendâs voice a last time? Without being able to tell her how much you love her, how much she means for you?
You suddenly feels very tired, you understand what itâs mean. Fighting to open your eyes, you look for the womanâs eyes before talking. It seems like you donât speak very loud, because she leans on you to understand.
âWill you tell her that I love her? Please. She always meant the world to me and Iâm sorry that sheâs so upset. Will you tell her?â
The womanâs eyes are wet when she talks to you.
âYou will tell her yourself, Sweetheart.â
You know you wonât be able to. So you need her to promise you.
âPlease. There are no words strong enough, but I love her more than anything. Will you give her my presents too? I wrote a card with the bearâ
Your words are hard to pronounce, but you manage to say every single one of them, being sure to be understand. The woman nods and you feel relieved.
âIâm sure she loves you too.â
The woman cup your face and you decide to believe her. You close your eyes again and let yourself being wrapped by the memories you have with Alexia. The best of your life.
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Alexia is sitting in a chair, her head in her hands. Everything seems unreal. Her eyes are red from crying, her throat is dry, and her head is pounding painfully. And she wonders if her breathing will be normal again at a moment.
She feels awful.
She was the worst girlfriend in the world for you and you never deserved it. You took the time to find her to talk to her even if you were probably drunk with the adrenaline of the win. You said sweet words to her, took the time to comfort her and she still had this behavior.
To be fair to her, she was really trying to find a way to come back to you to apologize. She was showering when you tried to call her after being shot, not knowing that you already made a plan with Ona to come to her.
Then, she received the worst call of her life. Sheâs the number one on your emergency calls so the hospital you were transferred to call her as soon as they could. It was three days ago, and she never left this room since.
You had a surgery and when she arrived in your room at first, you werenât even here. Then they bring you in it and she learned that you probably wonât make it. But itâs been three days, and you are still here, your brain seems to still work correctly, and your heart is still beating.
You lost a lot of blood though and several of your organs got touched by the bullet. You are healing and itâs only because you are an athlete and in a very good shape that you are still alive.
Just when she thought that nothing could get worse, she received a visit that she didnât except. She frowns at first when a cute girl entered your room with a teddy bear, a chocolate box and flowers. But then the florist explained to her what you ask her to do and that the precise moment where Alexia lost it.
You parents and Alexiaâs mother join you in the hospital to be there for you, but for Alexia too. Aleâs mother never managed to get Alexia out of your room. Alexia sleep on the chair, Alexia eats the awful hospitalâs food, Alexia takes shower in the bathroom of your room.
Sometimes she cries, sometimes she just looks at you. No one never heard her voice since sheâs here. Sheâs so hurt that she feels like she canât speak anymore. She only speaks to you when you both are alone. Sheâs so hurt, too, that she wants to rip her heart of her chest.
Alexia lost track of time, her mother and your parents left several hours ago now, and the sky is dark. The bips from the monitoring are still in the background, but Alexia doesnât pay attention to them anymore. Unless they are making strange sounds, like yesterday. Your heart was suddenly in great difficulty.
The nurses explain to her after having stabilized you that itâs because your body need a lot to heal, and it could be hard for your heart.
The Spaniard keeps thinking that her behavior probably had hurt your heart so much that sheâs responsible of your state. She is wrong of course, even if she was bad after the game, itâs not in any case of her fault.
When Alexia raises her head again to look at you, you are still with your eyes closed, your skin paler than ever. You are Spanish too, you have a natural tan skin, but now you look⌠ill. Alexia hates it.
âMi Amorâ she whispers while taking your hand in hers, her throat hurts when she talks. âI know you are doing everything you can to heal and come back. You donât know what your life means to a lot of people here. Your parents, your family, your friends, your fans⌠Me, of course. But I donât know if you steel want me after everything that happened. You got hurt because of me.â
If she wasnât a little shit, you wouldnât have been in this flower shop. Thatâs what she shouts to her sister when Alba tried to make her leave your room. Tears are rolling again on her cheeks, and you would probably kiss them if you were awake.
âI am so sorry. Iâll give everything to be at your place. Iâm not able to ask it, but please come back. I need you so much. I donât know how I am supposed to continue without you. You werenât at Barcelona, but itâs seems like you are everywhere every time. Everything makes me think about you. I need you. Please. Iâm so sorry.â
Alexia lost her father several years ago and it was heartbreaking, of course. Her father was her model when she was younger. Her guide. But you, you are the love of her life and she is convinced that she wonât survive your lost.
âTake the time you need to heal and then Iâll do everything for you to forgive me.â
Tears are rolling freely on her face, but she doesnât care anymore since a very long time. She rather kisses your hand, relieved to feel the warm of your skin on her lips. Alexia frowns slightly while looking at your fingers though. They had to remove the ring you were usually wearing on your finger; the one Alexia offered you for your one year together. Alexia wears it around her neck on her chain, her fingers being too big to wear it on her finger.
âI love you. Iâll stay with you every second until you wake up.â
She means it and she did it. Even when they were other games played, she never left your side. They talked about transferring you in England, where you live, but Alexia refused, and your parents agreed with her. They never doubt about the love Alexia had for you; you never hide from them how good Alexia treated you during your time together.
You werenât really aware of that to be honest. You were somewhere over the rainbow, far away from your girlfriend and the one you love. Even if it isnât the case for Alexia, itâs better for you. Seeing Alexiaâs distress would probably break you. You sometimes feel lighter, but you like to think that itâs the time when Alexia takes your hand or kiss it.
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âWe would like to make her try to breath without monitoring. We need to see if sheâs able to breath alone.â
âNo.â
Alexiaâs answer is harsh and cold, but her mother puts a hand on her shoulder to calm her. Your mother is more diplomatic about her answer.
âIsnât it risky?â
âEverything is riskyâ the doctor says, trying to ignore Alexiaâs glare. âBut her organs are better, and we need to revise her treatment. We will stop the monitoring for an hour, and we will check her oxygen constantly during the process.â
âWhat if she stops breathing?â Alexia asks.
âThe chances are very rare. In fact,âŚâ
âWhat. If. She. Stops. Breathing.â
Your father smirks when your girlfriend talks again, carefully articulating each of her words with cold anger. He always loved Alexia and he probably loves her even more right now.
âWe will put her back on monitoring and try something else.â
Alexia snorts and crosses her arms on her chest. She hates that idea; she hates the idea that they are putting you in danger without any reason. She doesnât say that itâs bullshit just because her mother is here and she is always careful about the words she chooses when Eli is around.
âI wonât leave her side a single secondâ she rather informs your medical team.
She doesnât when they try, her eyes being on the screen with the indicator of your oxygen in your body or on your chest, watching it raise every single time. When one hour is passed and you are still breathing normally, she feels a little better. The medical team decided to let you like this for now, wanting to see if you can make the night.
The night pass and you are still breathing. Then a whole day.
âIâm so proud of youâ Alexia whispered against your forehead before kissing it softly.
She explained to her mother how she treated you the next time you saw her, the guilt was eating her alive. Her mother didnât try to tell her that sheâs wrong to feel that way, Eli agreed with Alexia about how bad she was. She nevertheless comforts her daughter with words she knew were true. She remembers to Alexia how much you love her and that you still went to grab her presents before wanting to come to her.
Three days without monitoring and you are still breathing like you are peacefully sleeping. They are still feeding you with your catheter but other than that you donât need anything to be alive.
Everything was fine and thatâs why she panicked when you start to whine suddenly. Hands shaking, she jumps from her chair looking around before pressing the button to call the nurses. She doesnât know what she managed to say, but the nurses start to talk way to fast in French, one of them taking her phone to call the doctor.
âWhat is happening?â Alexia asks, her breath almost impossible to take.
âWe need you to leave the room for a little timeâ one of the nurses asks her.
âNo way!â
âAlexiaâŚâ
Eliâs voice makes her daughter looks around, but the blond doesnât move. She just shakes her head, informing every single person in the room that she wonât leave you. Bad or good news, she will be here. She needs to be here.
The three women donât have the time to convince Alexia a little longer, because the doctor suddenly comes into your room, talking in French too and Alexia wonders if she will explode from frustration soon.
She sees several monitors coming into your room too and when your mother-in-law comes to your girlfriend to pass her arms around her shoulder, Alexia looks at her with lost eyes.
âIs that it? Is she dying?â she whispers.
Eli feels her heart break, but she doesnât answer. She doesnât know. She just cups her daughterâs face and keep her face on her chest. Eli doesnât move when Alexia grip her arms pretty hard, tightening her daughter even closer to her, trying to protect your girlfriend from another lost.
The next minutes were agonizing for your girlfriend, and she canât open her mouth when the doctor comes next to her. She doesnât understand all the bip from the different monitors around you. She doesnât know if you are still alive or not.
âShe is okâ he says at first, having learn to understand Alexia through the days, and your girlfriend feels like she might faint from relieving. âI think she is trying to wake up. The next hours will be decisive.â
After that, Alexia sits even closer to your face to have a better look at you. Every night her mother goes back to the house Alexia rent for her and your family so they can be close to you.
She hasnât sleep since more than twenty-seven hours when you move again. But this time you open your eyes and look around. You seem scared, your eyes looking around you.
âSh BĂŠbĂŠ, can you hear me?â Alexia whispers after having regained some composure.
Her hand is on your face, soft like a feather. She manages to calm you quickly and you nod very softly. Alexia sees it anyway.
âYou are at the hospital. You are safe, ok? Just try to breath a little slowly.â
You keep looking at her, trying your best to calm yourself. You donât know how many minutes have passed before you swallow your saliva and open your mouth.
âNo. Donât talk. Keep your energy, ok?â Alexia whispers again.
As your memories come back, you are relieved to see that Alexia is by your side. She looks like she hasnât sleep or eat in the last two weeks, but you donât leave her face with your eyes, even when she moves to let the doctor and nurses check several things on you.
You tiredly let them do what they want with you and Alexia never left you with her eyes either. She watches the medical team to be sure they are doing things right with you. When they talk to you in English, you are way to tired to understand what they are saying. Luckily, your girlfriend is here to translate in Spanish.
âThey want to know if you are hurt somewhere. Donât shake your head, just close your eyes two times if you are hurt and one if you are ok.â
You blink slowly one time. You are not hurt, you are tired. Your answer seems to relieve everyone around and you close your eyes to rest when they are talking in English again. Alexia answers something and you trust her to make things right. They are talking for several minutes before the silence is here again.
You open your eyes suddenly, scared that Alexia has left too. But sheâs here, typing on her phone, informing your parents and family that you are awake. She seems surprised to see you watching her when she puts her phone down.
âI thought you fall back asleepâ she says softly, turning her body to look at you. âDo you want to drink?â
You blink once and she almost run to get you a glass of water from the bathroom. If you were able, you probably have laugh at her. You hope to have a little of water in your mouth can help you to talk. Alexia uses the buttons of the bed to make you seat and is very careful in every of her move to help you drink.
âThey said a little bit at timeâ
You oblige and the feeling is amazing honestly. You look at your girlfriend and you focus on your sentence before talking, not wanting to waste any energy.
âDid you get my presents?â
Your voice is awful, but itâs not a surprise. You donât really know since when you are here, without talking. But you need to know.
Alexia turns in your direction and suddenly her eyes are wet with tears and her hands are shaking.
âI did. That sweet girl came in here to give them to me the first day. The flowers are hereâ she points them. âThank you, even if you shouldnât needed to get me any of this. We will talk about it later, but Y/N/N Iâm so sorry. You didnât deserve the way I treated you. You are the sweetest and most perfect girl in the world. And I love you more than anything.â
âAlexiaâŚâ
She puts her finger on your lips, putting you in silence.
âKeep your energy for when your parents are coming.â
You roll briefly your eyes and for the first time in weeks, Alexia smiles. Not her sometimes awkward smile, who makes you think about that Friendâs episode where Chandler is supposed to smile for his engagementâs pictures. You always teased her about it.
âI love you more than anything tooâ you whisper when she takes her finger back. âStay with me?â
âOf course I willâ
You donât know that she never left your side since you are here. Just like her mother several hours ago, she cups your face with extra care before stroking your hair. Right to her words, Alexia never left you for a second and wait for you to be able to go back to Barcelona for your recovery.
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Several Months Later.
âWhat would you think about me coming to play in England?â
In shock, you spit out the pudding you were innocently eating. Like every morning since your hospitalization, Alexia and you are talking over FaceTime while you are eating your breakfast. Like always, Alexia just came back from her morning jogging and is eating her breakfast too.
âWhat the hell are you talking about?â you ask, the choc passed.
âMe playing in Manchester? I really want to be close to you. I hate being so far away from you and being able to have you in my arms only for two weeks every two months.â
You probably are dreaming or hallucinating. You look at your girlfriend on your screen like if you were waiting for her to tell itâs only a joke. Thatâs what you are waiting, to be honest.
âAlexia, you will die in the English weatherâ you point. âAnd they are eating pudding and beans on a toast for breakfast here, I donât know how you would survive.â
Your girlfriend rolls her eyes â just like she hates you do â and seems suddenly to find her tortilla very interesting.
âDonât you want me there with you?â she asks with insecurity.
Since you got shot, you sometimes have the impression that sheâs just waiting for you to break up with her. Something you will never do, how in the world are you supposed to live without your reason to breath?
âThatâs not the point CariĂąoâ you assure her with a smile. âI would love to be able to wake up every morning next to you.â
âWhat is it then?â
Sheâs almost pouting and you want to squeeze her cheeks with your hands.
âThere is something I havenât talked to you about.â
She looks panicked when she raises her eyes on your, turning your head back on you so quickly that you wonder if she hurts herself.
âWhat?â
âDonât be mad, ok?â you begin, starting to eat your porridge again. âBut I might have received an offer from Barcelona. I havenât talk to you about yet because I wanted to be sure that itâs a real offer and that they are serious about it. City seems ok with me coming back to Barcelona, but nothing is signed for now.â
âDo you want it? Coming back?â
You look at your girlfriend thoughtfully. You understand where this question comes from, Alexia just wants to be sure that you are not doing things for her, but for you and your career.
âI miss Barcelona. I miss the Spanish weather, I miss my family⌠Sure Iâll miss Laia and Leila and the RFEF is still shit, but I want to give it a try.â
âOkâ Alexia smiles.
You can see that sheâs thinking about something, but you donât pressure her to talk. You know that it will comes when she will be ready. You finish your breakfast, talking about everything and nothing while Alexia looks at you from the corner of her eyes. The thoughts haunting her mind come out loud several minutes later.
âAre you going to go back to your parentâs?â
âLike living with them?â you raise an eyebrow before continuing when Alexia nods. âNo, of course not. Iâm 24 years old, Iâm way to old to live with my parents againâ you laugh softly. âWhy?â
âI was thinking that thereâs enough room in my closet for both of us. If you want it.â
âAre you asking me to move in with you?â you smile tenderly.
âYes, if you want to?â
âI would love it, Ale.â
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To be honest with you I wanted to make R died but I can't stand a sad Alexia.
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la 15 | jude bellingham x fem! reader
summary; that fateful night in london where real madrid wins their 15th champions league and judeâs his first.
word count; 517
warnings; ??none
taglist; @namgification @louvrepool @locelscs @thehufflepuffavenger1 @minseok-smaus @goldenmclaren @ollieshifts @lavisenri @graciewrote @xoscar03 @c-losur3 @fall-bambi
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âThe royal rulers of football have reclaimed their throne. Thereâs to be another coronation in London. Real Madrid are kings of Europe again! 15x and counting!â
Jude swore he felt his heart stop beating the moment the referee blew the final whistle. He couldnât believe it. He couldnât believe that he won the Champions League in his first season with the Madrid-based team. He couldnât believe he assisted Viniciusâ goal. He couldnât believe that he had the love of his life watching and cheering for him in his home country in the biggest final of club football.
His deep brown eyes filled with tears as they scanned the roaring white crowds. He swore he could feel the stadium shake as the fans chanted in celebration of their 15th European trophy. His heart raced as he kept looking.
He felt a sense of relaxation when his eyes met the familiar pair of eyes he fell in love with as a teen boy. His smile widened, watching her as she hugged his mother while wearing his name on the back of his shirt.
He couldnât take his eyes off her. Not until Eduardo pulled him by the back of his shirt to jump on him. He took one last glance back at her as she hugged his brother before he left to celebrate with his team.
It felt like hours had passed before Judeâs family could join him on the field. His parents were ecstatic to see their eldest win the biggest trophy he could win at a club football level. Even Jobe, who tried to be the nonchalant younger brother, couldnât stop smiling in pride for his older brother.
When Jude finally had his arms around Y/n, he couldnât let go. His arms were wrapped tightly around her waist. He bent over to be able to hide his face in the crook of her neck, relaxing as he felt her nails lightly scratch his scalp.
âIâm so unbelievably proud of you,â She whispered against his curls as she pressed a kiss on his head. âDoing all of this in your first season here and assisting in the final? I couldnât be prouder. You are unbelievable, Jude Bellingham.â
He held her even closer if even possible, ignoring all the possible cameras on him. His grasp on her waist tightened as he lifted his head to look into her eyes. âI couldnât have done it without you supportinâ me every day, my love.â
âCâmon, you were amazing every step of the way. Now look! You helped Real Madrid win their 15th Champions League and youâve just one your first of many.â She whispered, gently cupping his cheeks with her hands. Her thumb caressed his cheek as she left a kiss on the tip of his nose. âIâm so unbelievably proud of you. I love you, Jude Bellingham.â
Jude gives Y/nâs waist a gentle squeeze before connecting the small distance between their lips. He hums in satisfaction at the feeling of her plump lips against his. He pulls away only for a second to whisper, âAnd I love you, Y/n L/n.â
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In the blink of an eye | Leah Williamson x Lioness!Reader
Where Leah gets injured during a match
Woso masterlist | Words: 1.2k
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âBaby, have you seen my new shin guards?â You had gotten some new personalised ones that you were hoping to wear on the first match back playing for your country. Only you couldnât for the life of you remember where you had put them.
Misplacing things was a habit you had been trying to get rid of for years, but then Leah came into your life. Leah always magically knew where everything was. When you figured out her special skill of locating whatever you needed within seconds, you gave up on fighting your habit.
Instead of tearing up the hotel room to find them, Leah returned within a five seconds with your shin guards held up. âYou mean these?â A smirk played on her lips, knowing that you would always be impressed with her finding your stuff. âYouâre a lifesaver. Where were they?âÂ
âYou asked me to put them in my bag, so you wouldnât lose them, remember?â You chuckle, âDoes it look like I did?â Leah laughs with you, âNope.â You take the shin guards from her and place a kiss onto her lips, âWhat would I do without you?â She kisses you back, âLucky for you, youâll never have to find out.â
Playing for your country always made you happy, playing with the girls that had become your family over the years. The upcoming friendlies were a great way to reconnect with them and connect with the younger players joining you for their first senior camp.
Tonight was the first match, playing against Germany meant that even though it was a friendly, both teams would fight for the win like it was the Euro 2022 final all over again. You were starting on the bench tonight, while Leah led the team onto the field.
After a penalty and another goal from Gwinn within the first fifteen minutes, you watched your team fight back hard.Â
Germany was on the attack again. You watched them send the ball high and Leah jumping up. The boot of one of the players caught Leah in the head and she fell down clutching her head instantly.Â
The referee blew the whistle and showed an instant red as she ran over to the scene. The German player walked off in defeat, you hadnât even seen who it was, your eyes only on Leah. The referee called over the medical team as a few of the girls gathered around Leah. You hated not knowing what was happening while she was down.Â
You watched anxiously at the sidelines, watching the huddle of medical staff and your teammates surrounding Leah. Sarina joined in next to you, herself anxious to see Leah down as well. Head injuries were no joke. When you saw the medical staff gesture for the stretcher your heart sank. Sarina put her hand on your shoulder before stepping aside, needing to talk with the team which of the players that were warming up, were going to replace Leah.
Lucy ran up to you when she saw your worried face watching the staff put a neck brace on your girlfriend. âItâs a precaution. She hit her head hard, but is conscious. Sheâs a little foggy and she doesnât know what happened, they have to run some tests.â You nod your head in disbelief. She gives you a quick hug before continuing her run to Sarina and the rest of the staff.
There was no way you were going to continue sitting on the bench or play in this match when your girlfriend was getting checked out for a possible head injury. So, you turned on your heels as they put Leah onto the stretcher. âSarina, can I-â You didnât even have to finish your sentence, âGo. Go be with her.â You thanked her and rushed into the tunnel after them. You knew it wasnât the most professional move to leave the match, but it was Leah.
You hurriedly followed the staff walk Leah into a room. She was squinting against the bright lights, and mumbling something you couldnât quite hear. âY/n, please wait outside while we run some tests. I promise you Iâll give you an update as soon as I can.âÂ
There were no chairs in the hall, so you just slid down against the wall, fearing for the worst. It felt like hours before you got an update, even though only about ten minutes had passed since the door closed behind them.
âAlright, so it looks like she has a concussion. We of course have to wait for the hospital scans to confirm it. But right now sheâs pretty out of it. Sheâs having some trouble with her memory, so be aware of that when you go see her.â The door was open when he told you, and as soon as he finished, you walked into the dark room.
âHey Lee.â You said softly, not wanting to hurt her. âHey ehm you?â Your heart sank once more. She didnât remember you? That was really bad. âIâm kidding, hi love.âÂ
âThatâs not funny.â You said sternly, but the serious look on your face disappeared quickly, knowing that it wasnât as bad as you thought. âSorry love. Just dizzy, nauseous, and the biggest headache ever. I donât know what happened, but they said Iâd probably get those memories back soon.â
You walk the rest of the way to Leahâs side and reach for her hand. âYou scared me, you know?â Leah offered a faint smile, as her fingers curled weakly around yours. âI guess youâll have to remember where you put your stuff yourself for a bit now.â She murmured, wincing as she attempted to adjust her position.
You chuckled softly, trying to lighten the mood. "Only you would make a joke right now." She shrugged, her gaze softening. âIâm sorry, love. And Iâm sorry youâre missing the game.â You shook your head instantly. âItâs okay, nowhere Iâd rather be than by your side right now.â
After a visit to the hospital, it was confirmed that Leah had a concussion. Her memory should come back in the next couple of days, which was good news, but the bad news was that the knock was quite hard, so the dizziness, nausea, and the headaches would stick around for a bit.
âIâll leave camp and come home with you.â You were set on your decision, but Leah refused. âMy mom will come pick me up, get me home, and take care of me. You will finish camp and play, I am not letting you miss more because of me.âÂ
It took a bit of convincing, but you eventually agreed with Leah, on the condition that her or her mom would send you constant updates on how she was doing. With that deal made, you called her mom to give her an update on her daughter, while Leah got some rest. After giving her all the information the doctors had just given you, you asked her if she could come pick Leah up and stay with her for the upcoming week.Â
âCan you put her on for a second?â You look over and see that she closed her eyes, and that her chest was rising and falling in a steady rhythm. âI think she just fell asleep, but once sheâs awake, Iâll give you another call.â
You sat back down by Leahâs side, and watched the monitor carefully. The doctors said she should be fine, but still you were worried after the scare youâve had today.
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ON THIN ICE
based off of this & this
đŠđđ˘đŤđ˘đ§đ : dom!nate x reader
đŹđŽđŚđŚđđŤđ˛: nate gets into a fight during a hockey game, but has an idea to make him feel better.
đ°đđŤđ§đ˘đ§đ đŹ: SMUTTY, swearing, fighting, begging kink, p in v, public, spanking, choking, dacryphilia, unprotected sex (donât be silly!), cream pie, overstimulation, dumbification, ROUGHH
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đđŽđđĄđ¨đŤ'đŹ đ§đ¨đđ: day TWO of nate week!
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whistles blow from left to right from the referees, hockey players from both teams trying to pull away the two boys fighting in the middle of the rink. one of the two boys is your boyfriend, nate.
during the game, you have noticed nate getting a bit disgruntled with a player on the opposing team. suddenly, they stopped in the middle of the rink to talk. in the blink of an eye, nate pounced on him. something must have ticked him off. bad.
murmurs are heard from around the bleachers, the group of people finally pulling the two boys apart. sadly, nate got the red card.
he throws his stick and helmet in a fit of rage as he sits on the bench. he hunches over, taking off his skates and throwing those somewhere too. the game continues after that brief mishap, but your eyes are still set on nate.
heâs angry, face is red while talking to himself. you watch as he gets up to go outside, and you soon follow him. ânate!â you call out, watching as the boy marches toward his car.
hands in fists, he keeps walking until you finally catch up to him. ânate.â you repeat, grabbing his wrists and turning him around.
the way his jaw clenches looks like itâs about to fall off its hinges. his chest still heaves from anger, his eyes looking into yours. âwhat happened?â you ask calmly.
ânothing,â he responds with bitterness.
you donât believe that for shit. âwhat did he say to you?â
ânothing,â he says with a bit more attitude, but then he exhales because itâs you heâs talking to.
since nobody likes to see their boyfriend mad, you cross your arms and sigh. âwhat can i do to help?â
his eyebrows raise slightly, a smirk appearing on his face. he nudges his head to the hood of his car. âshut up and bend over.â
you gasp when your upper body slams onto the car, hands getting pinned behind your back. nate thought you were taking too long with his command, so he took matters into his own hands.
heart pounding, he takes off your pants, licking his lips and biting them at the view. you wince, the breeze of the night hitting your bare pussy so suddenly.
taking his thumbs, he spreads your folds to admire it. smiling like a fool knowing he canât have nor feel it. you belong to nate, and heâs going to make sure everybody fucking knows that.
ânateââ you pout, a hand making contact on your ass cutting your words off. you let out a quiet sob. âs-somebody can see.â
âthatâs the fucking point. i want people to see,â he says through gritted teeth, smacking your ass once more. with his unoccupied hand, he unties his uniform shorts and slides them down. his tip just about touches your clit, causing you to buck your hips back. âah, ah, ah. beg for it.â
âplease,â you whisper.
spank.
he didnât like that.
âplease.â you cry out louder. âf-fuck me, please. fuck me like you own me. i want to feel your cock, baby. please⌠i-iâm all for you.â
he licks his teeth and grins, grabbing onto your throat. âthatâs my girl.â
your nails dig into his knuckles when he hammers into you; like heâs taking his anger out. because the stretch was so sudden, pained moans leave your lips. he hums approvingly behind you, watching the way your ass recoils off of his thighs. the slapping noise echoes throughout the dark parking lot.
ânate, fuck!â you yelp, the car rocking along with your body movements. âholyââ you pause, eyes rolling back so hard that you see black. his grip on your neck tightens so he can lift your head to look at your reflection in the window.
your wanton expression only makes him move faster, tears running down your face from the force. he snarls, the guyâs voice bouncing back and forth in his brain.
âis that your girl up there? wonder how much sheâll scream for me if i fucked her, instead.â
youâre moaning nonstop, body twitching and shaking the moment he hits numerous spots inside you. âyou want to know what that mother fucker said to me?â he rasps out, pinching your clit that makes you jolt but nod. âhe said he wanted to fuck you instead. he canât do that now, can he? do you know why?â
you moan, dropping your forehead onto the hood while nate fucks you dumb. âohâ ohâ oh my god, right there! donât stop, baby⌠please.â
clenching, his hand leaves another hit on your ass. âanswer me.â
âb-because iâm all yours.â you whimper, clenching around his dick again. âi-iâm cumming! please let me cum!â
âthatâs right.â he starts, twitching inside of you as his thrusts get sloppier by the second. âlet everybody know whose cock youâre screaming and cumming on.â
sobbing from pleasure, you squeeze your orgasm down his shaft. âi need you to be way louder than that, beautiful. i want him to hear you.â
ânathan! i-it hurts too good.â you cry, tears staining your cheeks.
âgoing to have you walk back in there with my cum dripping down your thighs. how does that sound?â
you can only nod in response, his hips stopping to fill you up with his cum. if it werenât for him holding onto you, you wouldâve fallen over by now from how weak your legs are.
he pulls out slowly, your eyes fluttering when you feel him ooze out of you. that definitely took the heat off.
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I Should Hate You
Katie McCabe x Chelsea!Reader
Summary: Katie is tasked with marking you.
Word Count: 1.1k words
You knew that playing Arsenal at the Emirates would be a struggle. The roaring celebratory crowds anytime an Arsenal player started a run. The equally enthusiastic boos every time you and your teammates so much as touched the ball. Nothing out of the ordinary. What you werenât expecting, though, was your current position.Â
âSorry, darlinâ,â says Arsenalâs Irish superstar as she untangles her body from yours. She stands and reaches both of her hands out for you, a small smile on her face. You mightâve appreciated the gesture if she hadnât been on the offensive end of all the fouls youâve encountered during the last 60 minutes. But she has been, so you donât. Instead, you brush her off and pull yourself up before returning to your original position.Â
âThatâs, like, the 10th time sheâs fouled me. I swear she has a personal vendetta against me or something,â you gesture around aimlessly as you take your place next to your best friend.Â
âWhat has she done now?â Lauren James asks with a quiet laugh as she kneels down to retie her boots.Â
âAside from embarrassing me repeatedly for the past hour, she just tripped me. On purpose, probably.â You reach a hand down and help LJ up once she finishes tying her laces.
LJ lets out a laugh at your reply. âRight, well, thatâs called âmarking.â Perhaps youâve heard of it?â LJ squeezes your shoulder with a smirk before the referee blows her whistle, signaling for play to start back up. You share a laugh before attempting to clear your mind and get back into the game. Your attempt starts fruitfully, and you forget all thoughts of your complications with the Irish woman.Â
You begin running up the wing as your teammates initiate an attack. âHeads up!â Erin yells as she sends the ball soaring toward you from the 18-yard box. Before you can even think about your next move, a sharp pain shoots through your ankle and shoulder, and you find yourself on the ground once again. Your teammates shout, and the crowd erupts in deafening boos as the referee shows your assailant a yellow and then points to the spot.Â
âOh, bullshit! I hardly touched her!â exclaims a voice youâve grown all too accustomed to hearing today.Â
âWant to explain why Iâm on the ground then?â Nathalie helps you up as you glare at Katie. âIâm okay,â you assure Nathalie quickly, brushing off her questioning of your fitness and turning back toward the Ireland captain.Â
âI donât know, but I think VARâs about to find out,â Katie states with a smirk (that you wish you could smack off her face) as she raises her eyebrows and gestures behind you before crossing her arms. You turn to see the referee walking to the penalty check screen. An intense suspense fills the stadium as everyone awaits the refereeâs final decision.Â
âHas to go our way. She completely clipped you. Studs up and everything,â speaks your captain, Millie Bright. She joins the swarm of fellow Chelsea players that has now formed around you, the Arsenal players having disbursed.Â
After a thorough review of the penalty decision, the referee swiftly returns to the pitch. With a firm expression, she announces her reversal of the call, awarding the decision in favor of Arsenal.Â
âCome on! That is shit!â Guro shouts as the referee cancels the previously awarded penalty. The thunderous cheers of the Arsenal fans drown out her shouts. The dramatics of the Norwegian winger do nothing to ease your spirits like they usually would. The game ends shortly after, ending in a 3-1 Arsenal win.Â
You deflate, refraining from diplomatically shaking hands with the Arsenal players after the game. Youâre standing off to the side watching a bantering Sam Kerr and Caitlin Foord when you sense a presence walking up behind you, followed by the feeling of two hands on your waist. âThink ya better fire your diving instructor,â the voice whispers in your ear before the accompanying hands pull you toward their chest.Â
You pull away from the person completely and turn around to face the Irish woman who has recently been the absolute vain of your existence. âI know that you know that call was fucked,â you say sternly.
Katie mock gasps, raises her eyebrows, and drops her jaw. âYou want us to what?â she jokes and feigns disbelief.
âStop,â you reply with a roll of your eyes. She steps closer to you at this reply.
She laughs, âAh, thatâs not a word I hear too often. The eye roll is a different story.â Youâre unsure if the innuendos were intentional. The way sheâs not even trying to hide biting her lip answers this question for you, though. She smirks again at your lack of response, and you only kind of want to smack it off her face this time. You feel your face heat up as she keeps her eyes trained on yours. You nervously look away and busy yourself watching Niamhâs post-match interview, hoping that Katie will just walk away.
You keep your eyes on Niamh as you feel Katie step close to you again, despite something urging you to turn your head toward the other girl. Katie keeps her hands to herself as she leans close to whisper in your ear this time; her lips brush against your ear as she murmurs, âThe more you try to ignore me, the more I want to be right here.â Your breath catches as her words linger in your ear.Â
Katie pulls away after a tension-filled minute, her expression combining smug delight and amusement. She clearly enjoys the reaction she just pulled out of you. She steals a quick glance at your lips before looking back up at your eyes and holding out one of her hands. Your mind is still whirling from the earlier feeling of having her body so close to yours. You just stare at her outstretched hand.Â
âSee something you like?â she asks as she wiggles her fingers and turns her hand around and back. Your eyes jump back up to hers. âYeah. Your yellow card earlier,â you choke out.
âKatie!â someone yells from behind you before Katie can reply. Probably one of her teammates. You canât be bothered to check. Katie nods at the person before turning back to you. Her hand still outstretched, she reaches for one of yours and shakes it with no help from you.
âUntil next time, love, yeah?â With an ever-present smirk, she finally removes her hand from yours and starts to walk away. âUnless ya donât feel like waiting that long. Up to you,â she winks and joins her teammate (whose identity youâre still unsure of).
Youâre pretty sure she just put the ball in your court.
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she's got a way (she got away)
inspired by chappel roan's the subway!
pairing: alexia putellas x reader
summary: after the World Cup, your mind is set on leaving Spain - Alexia doesn't expect you to leave her too
It was clear, from the moment the Euros ended for the Spanish national team, that this situation would, at one point, escalate. You had been sure of it, despite the fact that all throughout the tournament, you hadn't been able to focus on anything but your girlfriend's recovery. Her knee was in pain, and so was her heart, and you were in England, unable to help due to the strict rules Jorge had set up.
Along with Irene, Mapi and Jenni, you were one of the most experienced, as well as one of the most vocal players. Your manager was slowly losing the team - it was evident that no one would really listen to a thing he said anymore, and he needed you to keep them in check. At least that was your theory as to why he appeared in your room almost every night, asking you the most absurd questions, and calming his mind with the thought of you keeping his back.
You didn't, though. It was merely the worry clouding your head that had you unable to speak your critiques, as you had done before. Jorge didn't need to know the reason, though - you were quiet, that was all he needed for now.
Alexia welcomed you back to Barcelona with open arms, though she noticed the bags under your eyes and the residue of salt on your cheeks. It was hard to miss - the fact that you were completely and utterly done. You were done.
You wouldn't go back to the Spanish National team. Not like this, and not without Alexia.
Your girlfriend was your biggest rock, and despite the fact that she was undergoing her own struggle, or perhaps that was the exact reason why, the two of you leaned onto each other more than ever. Set under pressure by the RFEF, the only way for you to escape was to lean your head on your lovers shoulders and close your eyes. Alexia didn't need to hear. She knew what was going on, without you ever speaking it out loud, and just before the World Cup, she started fighting hard for the federation to make up for their mistakes, and finally give their players a bit of fucking attention.
Still, she had to beg you. Had to beg you to come back, promising she wouldn't leave your side, promising things would be different, better. And they were, for a little bit.
The moment you allowed yourself to believe that your voices had been heard was a fleeting one. The referee blew her whistle, the English players fell to the ground in disappointment, and Alexia sprinted towards you full charge.
A moment later, when you were lifted into the air, and touched in places that left your skin burning, it was gone again. That little faith, the tiny bit of hope. It was gone. And a part of you was, too.
You had your medal. You had your picture with the trophy, you had a week of alcohol.
But still, the World Cup was tainted, and the horrifying response by not only the Spanish federation but also the Spanish press, and people, they made everything else unimportant.
You had been holding off on extending your contract. You had told the club you weren't sure yet-
You had been sure. Before the World Cup, the whole discussions and meetings had been merely a strategy to have a little more compensation for the work you did - it had been your agent's idea, but you had agreed either way.
Now, you weren't sure.
Spain felt different, in a way. You didn't believe that the country wanted you anymore, partly because you had been very vocal about what had happened, partly because the RFEF had told you so. Despite Rubiales' resign, they wanted an apology, a public one, for the comments and statements you had published. Otherwise, they didn't want you anymore.
That fateful email slipped further down with every new email you received, and by the time you told Alexia about their threats, the transfer window was almost closed.
It was rainy, that night. It never really rained in Spain that often, especially not in September. Your girlfriend had hoped the two of you could sit on your balcony and enjoy a glass of wine, for once. But it rained and you sat on the couch and before Alexia could place her drink on the sofa, something within you broke.
You didn't want to leave - you wanted Spain, wanted Barcelona, wanted Alexia.
Tears fell from your eyes so quickly Alexia didn't know what to do, almost spilling her beverage all over the couch in order to get to you.
"Amor, what's wrong?", she asked, over and over again, until all she could do was wrap her arms around you and hold your shaking frame until you calmed down enough to say something. Anything. She really just wanted to hear your voice.
"I think I have to leave", you breathed, finally, just when Alexia had believed you to be asleep.
Silence remained in your shared apartment.
And it seemed even more present when your last things had been moved to Manchester, and you were gone for good.
Your voice still sounded through the hallways, usually as the of two of you cooked dinner, separated by the ocean and phones on the counter, loud speaker enabled. You had vowed to each other to speak regularly, FaceTime if possible, and make visits as often as possible.
Alexia couldn't get used to it, though. It was quiet.
However, the changing room was louder than ever. With every week that you played in the color blue, the girls had something new to talk about. Alexia couldn't participate, because as much as she wanted to, it only reminded her that another week without a phone call had passed. You had said you were tired, yesterday, and you had said so the day before as well.
Moving was big. Especially if it was to another country. Alexia believed that you were tired, she really did.
"She scored another, on Sunday. Did you see?", Mapi pointed around the room animatedly, laughing along as Pina enacted the way you had put your entire force behind the shot, almost falling over her own legs as Cata leapt to the side, pretending to miss a shot.
"It was so good! She is shining!"
Unsatisfied with the acting performance of her own team, Alexia decided she needed to see for herself. Barcelona was playing this Friday, and since your game was on a Sunday, she would have enough time to fly over to Manchester with Jana and watch you and Jill in person.
It was a surprise, and she could see in your eyes as you gazed through the family section, that you genuinely were surprised. Leia was standing next to you, arm across your shoulder, finding her own friends in the crowd shortly before warm up would begin.
You radiated, waving to Leia's parents, shortly before your eyes caught those of your lover. Though you hadn't seen them in a while, you recognized them instantly, and your smile dropped for a split second, before it grew even wider. Waving your hands through the air, the stadium seemed smaller, all of a sudden. Alexia felt a rush of warmth throughout her body. Then, you turned around, focussing back on the task ahead, the way you always could.
Alexia could see it, then. You were happier than you had been for a while. She knew the weight that had pulled you down over the past year, and despite the fact that she was genuinely relieved to see you get on so well, it also inflicted a pang of something else.
Was it jealousy? Was it fear?
Jealousy that Manchester gave you something Alexia never could?
Fear that you would come to the same conclusion?
Alexia couldn't tell, but she could tell, as the stadium roared with each of the goals you scored, that you were happy. Jumping into the air to celebrate a goal you merely would've smiled for in Barcelona, all of your teammates crowding you happily, tapping your head and laughing along as you jogged back into position - you were different.
You had changed, silently, right in front of Alexia's eyes. She knew it was for the better.
A brief talk after the game followed, an excited kiss over the barrier, an apology as you rushed to the changing room to get changed, promising to meet her in the lounge after.
Then came the reassurance.
No, it's fine, I don't have to go for drinks with the others.
No, really, I want to have a nice evening with you before you have to leave again.
Of course I want to know how things are in Spain.
The word left your lips as though it sliced your tongue in the process, and despite the fact that you watched Alexia's brow furrow for the split of a second, the both of you never mentioned it again. The conversation dulled out, and despite the fact that Alexia was going to meet Jana at the airport hours later, she slowly began gathering her things.
You didn't stop her.
You brought her to the airport, and she promised Jana was on her way already. You wouldn't need to wait with her.
The previous goodbye had been different. There had been tears cascading down the both of your faces, whereas this time, there was merely a little glimmer of wet in Alexia's lashes.
There had been promises and plans, when you had left Barcelona. Plans to visit, promises to call, to make this work.
Now, you didn't even know when you would come back to Spain. If you would come back to Spain.
Your Catalan was rusty already, a hint of an accent coming through, that shocked Alexia at first.
She knew it was for the better, though. You weren't sad to watch Alexia leave, and Alexia would learn to live with that. It took two hours until Jana came. By the time the two walked towards their gate, Alexia's tears had dried. By the time the plane touched down in Barcelona, your lover had made up her mind to call you later. By the time she got to training later, she could only answer Mapi's question -
How is she doing?
With a wet "She got away."
Mapi didn't even question her best friend's answer, didn't furrow her brows at the prospect of her two best friends' breaking up, she merely offered a bitter smile.
Good for her, Mapi thought, too scared to voice her words out loud for the fear of hurting Alexia. Unbeknownst to her, your ex girlfriend thought the same exact thing.
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